This morning on my way to coffee, I saw this on the ground:
As if it was so long ago. It reminded me of when I started noticing these sidewalks stamps during my morning pandemic walks and wondering what they were about because I almost flunked history class.
Will children born after the pandemic see the “6 Feet Apart” sign as an old relic from yesteryear and wonder what “6 Feet Apart” meant?
My Grandma Gerry wrote about the flu epidemic. She was three years old at the time, but she remembers.
“I remember the Armistice. We had a yellow locomobile-it was draped in flags and we drove around tooting horns and yelling. After that, the flu epidemic. We all wore masks. We were in quarantine for what seemed like forever. Signs were posted all over. Only the doctor could come and go.“
Tonight during my research I continued to focus on my Grandma Gerry’s father’s side of the family. Although her father, uncle, and one aunt came to San Francisco in the early 1900s, not all of the siblings did. Some went to Washington State.
“Brainard went by covered wagon to the Territory of Washington with Aunt Kay and Francis. He disappeared. The man leading the search party, O’Leary, later married Francis.“
He disappeared via covered wagon? Whaatt? Did they ever find him again? According to Ancestry.com, it looks like he didn’t die until 1951, but that doesn’t seem right to me. Wouldn’t my Grandma have said he was found? There is alot of misinformation on these genealogy websites because so many people are guessing. Another mystery I plan to solve.
Thursday, February 27, 2025:
Theresa Donahoe 