Saturday, November 18, 2017

Catching Up

We've been home for a week or so. Hubby went off on a trip with our eldest son. I stayed home and moped. Well, only for a couple of days. I guess I was decompressing. Or something. Anyway, I got on my computer to look up a couple of things and ended up working on my research. I should always do that when I'm feeling out of sorts because shortly I am all into the research and feeling my oats again!

Today we are going to Wildhorse Casino in Pendleton so Hubby can play in a KENO tournament. I'm meeting my Sister Dear, Patti, for dinner and to give her her birthday gifts. Her birthday is the 21st, same day as our grandson, Kooper. I have a special surprise for her! I'll tell you about it "later." (It's a secret for now.) She lives in eastern Oregon and this is a good meeting place for us.

Winter is here, methinks. It's cold outside! And yesterday the wind blew. No sign of that 4-letter-word starting with an "S" yet. (Thank goodness.) We have had "that" on Thanksgiving before but hopefully not again this year. 

I've been online shopping while Hubby was away, tee hee! I love getting the packages in the mail, it's kind of like Christmas that way. Yesterday I received a restaurant creamer to add to my collection. I had an Etsy gift certificate from Zach and Rebecca for my birthday. I ordered an awesome necklace, some ribbons for my crafting and the creamer. Thanks, Zach and Rebecca. I love my goodies. It was really sweet of you! I did order some other things online. Its that time of the year, isn't it? 

We're looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner with our children and grandchildren. We always have a lot of fun when we get together. We are blessed with a large family! 27 grands (including fiances, significant others and spouses) and six children with six spouses. Including us, that equates to 41 of us. Not everyone is always there, but still a large crowd, wouldn't you say?

Ta ta for now,


Thursday, November 9, 2017

Visitors at the Beach

Photo from September of 2016. 
On Tuesday, my dear friend, Teri, and I met at LaTeaDa in Tillamook to experience "high tea." We had not seen each other in months so we had a gabbing-good-time! Then she came to spend the night before heading off to spend time with her granddaughter in Lincoln City. We stayed up late doing some more gabbing and catching up with each other. We write to each other and before I took myself off of Facebook we kept in touch that way, also, but there's nothing that can compare to good old fashioned visiting! Hubby kept us fed whilst we talked and talked. 

Teri left Wednesday midday, then we got a call in the afternoon that Hubby's cousin, Greg, and his Mom, Carolyn, were in town and would like to take us out to dinner. So we went to The Beach Bite here in Rockaway Beach. It was a great visit with them! The rain was ferocious, as was the ocean yesterday! Greg and Carolyn had a room with a view so they got to watch the stormy sea. They recommend the motel where they are staying: The Rockaway Beach Resort on North Sixth Street.

Thanksgiving will be here in just two weeks! Our family has been making plans for Christmas and Thanksgiving. It seems this year has gone by so quickly. Is it a sign of old age? And am I old? I remember an advertisement on TV from years ago which had this saying, "You're as young as ya feel, honey." So, some days I am old and some days I am not!! 

Ta ta for now,


Tuesday, November 7, 2017


Working on my book research, I came across a bit of a puzzle. A collateral line, i.e., one that is not directly related to me, offered up a Mrs. Annie Orme, maiden name Annie Laurie Bennett. She was the daughter of one of our relative's second wives, and not blood related. Charlotte Burnett Thrasher's book told me that Annie Orme burned to death. Of course, that peaked my interest and I had to find out the circumstances surrounding that information. So I searched The Macon Telegraph newspaper beginning the date that other Ancestry members used as her death date. 

The searches did not come up with but one article which said she was burned, but not that she had died. I decided to scan the newspapers from May 15, 1898, the day after she was burned and the date that several Ancestry family trees used as her death date. Since she did not die that day, I wanted to find the correct date of her death for my records. That was a job. Most of the daily newspapers were 8 pages long with Sunday's at 16 pages. But I was like a dog with a bone and would not quit! I like my information to be correct so I carried on, going to bed last night when my eyes wouldn't stay open even with toothpicks! 

Here is the story: Annie Laurie Bennett Orme, age 69, was living at Mrs. Lawrence's boarding house when the stove she had just lighted exploded. She turned away from the stove which then caught her clothing on fire. Mr. Lawrence heard her cries and rushed to wrap a rug around her to quell the flames, however, her moving about caused the rug to fall away. Mr. Lawrence then rushed her to a bathtub to douse the flames with water. Doctors were called to the house. She was severely burned but expected to recover from the burns. That was Saturday, May 14, 1898, and it was reported in the newspaper on May 15, 1898. 

On May 17, 1898, The Macon Telegraph reported that Mrs. Orme was rapidly recovering from the burns she received on Saturday and that she was out of danger.

On May 19, 1898, The Macon Telegraph reported that Mrs. Orme was resting quietly, but her sufferings were almost unbearable, the doctors were at her side constantly, and that if the doctors were able to keep her fever down, she should recover.

As the days went by, the reports became a bit more negative than first reported, i.e., that she should recover. 

Then on June 17, 1898, The Macon Telegraph ran a "local item" once again reporting that Mrs. Orme had been badly burned but that she was beyond any hope of recovery; her death was expected at any time. "She has lingered in great torture for about two weeks."

And finally, Saturday morning, June 18, 1898, "MRS. ORME DEAD." She died the evening before, at 6:15 p.m., at her home on First Street (the boarding house); the funeral was to take place at her home, and subsequent interment would be at Riverside Cemetery.

Annie Laurie Bennett was the widow of Major Richard Orme and mother of Lucy, Frank and Richard P. Orme. Her mother was Ellen Dewitt Burnett Bennett, the second wife of J. C. C. Burnett, my great-great grandfather. 

I am now able to record the correct date of her death, and I know the story around her "burning to death." 

On that sad note, I will say ta ta for now,


Monday, November 6, 2017

Social Media Blitz

I've taken myself off of Facebook for the time being. I'd like to concentrate more on my research and writing. I've left open the option to reactivate my account when I have more time.

Please feel free to communicate with me via this blog, or my e-mail address. Or text. Or telephone, you know, that old fashioned way of communicating? Ha ha.

No blog post today. I'll be busy for a few days but will make a post after that.

Ta ta for now,


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Raining Alligators!

This was in a newspaper in the year 1843!

I wanted some flannel pajamas. Yes, I wear granny jammies. I like to keep warm! Didn't know they would be so difficult to find. Knit, fleece, satin, yes. Flannel, not so much. Finally found some at Freddies but not on the racks with the others, over by the socks-folded up and stacked. And, since when did socks get so danged expensive? I need some because mine are all starting to fall apart. Thought about knitting some and about one second later nixed that idea! I heard the S word in reference to this weekend where our other home is. Yes. The S word. SNOW. No! It's too early for snow, in my humble opinion. I hate winter.

Ta ta for now,

Nancy, a fair-weather friend

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

A Burnett Story but No Connection

I'm not sure where I came across this story but to date I have found no connection to our Burnett ancestry. I thought you might enjoy it, as I did. It was typewritten and I have transcribed it here as he wrote it. See notes after story.


73 years ago my name was recorded, William T. Burnett, in my fathers family Bible, by my father, Richard Burnett. All so my 3 brothers and 2 sisters were recorded therein.

I well remember my father and both of my grand fathers. They all came from Spartenburg, South Carolina, to DeKalb County, Georgia, where I first saw the light. They then moved to Cobb County, Georgia, there my father, Richard Burnett was killed by Crenshaw and his son.

My grand father Robt. McDowell was in the war under Geo. Washington, and died in Cobb Co. on his own land, between 85 and 100 years old.

My grand father, Luke Burnett, with a lot of his sons and daughters went to Arkansaw soon after my father was killed. My great grand father, I never saw my old uncle told me his name was Joseph Burnett, said he came from Scotland to Virginia, when George Washinton's name stood high on the record of fame, and he said "All the Burnetts originated from Scotch family. The McDowells are all Irish and all Mc's are Irish and all Burnetts are Scotch. Irish and their names can be found recorded in Virginia, North Carolina, and Georgia and Arkansas."

When my father was killed he owned land in Cobb County all along the railroad from the Chattahoochee River to Marietta, and he owned 80 acres thats now in the very heart of Atlanta. My mothers best friend, as she thought began looking after the deeds and all papers of interest. In a few more years our relatives and froends (sic) were with the deeds were all gone. Then one Thomas Hooper took hold of my mothers 160 acres, her father had left her and finely she was turned out with her 6 orphans to face a cold world and good Samaritans have been scarce.

I did some research and found William T. Burnett in Rome, Georgia, born 1838. He would have written this story in 1911. The 1870 US Federal Census lists him as a painter, born in Georgia, married to June with children: Jabez, Alla and Minnie. I spent too much time researching but found no other records for him. I could quite possibly find more, but I can't justify it when he is of no apparent relation to us. I was also curious about "Crenshaw and son." Still am!

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Another Story from The Macon Telegraph (SENSITIVE MATERIAL)


This is another article from The Macon Telegraph, March 9, 1890. It's sad. And, as with yesterday's stories, I'm amazed at what they could print in those days. We'd certainly not allow such personal information to be printed nowadays. Or if someone did, they'd get sued big time.

GAIL MONTAGUE SUICIDES IN AN AUGUSTA MAISON DE VOIE (I'm thinking this means a type of boarding house.)

Disgusted With Life She had Attempted Suicide Before --Tried to Reform but Drifted Back to Sin -- Her Wrecked Life's Story.

Augusta, Ga., March 8. -- SPECIAL -- Readers of the TELEGRAPH remember the sensational attempt of a young woman to commit suicide by taking morphine on the train between Macon and Atlanta a few months ago, the success of her effort being thwarted by the presence of a physician among the passengers, who rendered timely aid. Her name was Gail Montague and she was a member of the Augusta demimonde. (A group of people considered to be on the fringes of respectable society.) She was found dead in her bed at the establishment of Madame Blanche Lee, 1239 Jones street to-day.

Last night on leaving a neighboring establishment, where she formerly boarded, she told the women there that they would never see her alive again. They chaffed her about her low spirits and laughed at her melancholy, but did not succeed in cheering her spirits. They had no idea, however, that she would carry out her threats, and when the story of her suicide became known this morning it caused a profound sensation among the demimonde.

She was a very handsome young woman and Montague is her own maiden name. She was married at a small town in New York state and deserted a husband and an infant boy and girl when she entered upon a life of shame. She has at times been quite unhappy and penitent, and has been in the Refuge once or twice in an effort at reformation but returned after awhile to her sinful life.

She was infatuated with a young fellow here and it was during quarrels and separations between them that she has made the different attempts on her life. They have again been at "outs" recently and it is said that jealousy and despondency, caused by his neglect, impelled her to take her life. 

The coroner's inquest this evening declared that death resulted from poisoning by an overdose of morphine.