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Re: Young family
So sorry it has taken so long to reply. This is the letter written by the granddaughter of Edward Loxley Young that I mentioned.
I shall tell you some of the things he told me of my Grandmother, she was small, 98 lbs. weight with a 16 inch waist, blue eyes, clear skin and dark hair. She was a lace designer. She drew the pattern with pencil on paper, then she wove the lace on a loom. The queen of Scotland at that time liked her work so much she had her come to the Royal Palace and Design and make lace for her. They were planning to marry and come to America to make their home, so Grandfatehr had his possestions on ship board, his clothes and tool chest. He went to the lace factory knocked on the door and ask for Elizabeth Mithe. The "door man" went to summons her. she came to the door. Grand-Dad said I am going to America if you still want to go with me, it is now or never for I will never come back. She didn't say a word turned from the door, ws back in just a second with a black silk coat on and a little bonnett made of the same material. The bonnet flared from around her face and was filled in with tiny blue flowers, tied under her chin with blue ribbons. She had her bible tucked under arm, her purse in her hand. That was all the preperation she had to come to America.
"As mentioned before she died when her only child William, was about 2 years old."
Grand-Dad was always pleasant and generous to a fault. He was fireman on a railroad locomotive for 16 years. The heat and glare damaged his eyes until gradually he became totally blind. Then he made his home with us, he was on grand person, imagine a blind man counting his blessings, which he did. He always greated us of a morning with a smile and "the top of the morning to you I say". He talked to us of Scotland the beautiful scenery, told us stories, sang songs. I remember 3 of his favorites, Blue bells of Scotland, Jeannie, and a comin thru the rye. Need a body meet a body need a body cry. Told us fairy stories. Always pleasant, never spoke an ill word of any body, or a sharp word to us children, 8 of us, no saints in myfamily! How he loved us all. His love and patience for his first wife and son was beyond understanding.
Donna,
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. I still am not quite sure of the last name of Elizabeth (Mithe) was as close as I could get. That protion was very hard to read.
Keep in touch and let me know if you find anything new. I will do the same. Anyone reading this please go to your elderly family members and have them write a few stories before they pass. They are priceless and full of information.
Carol
I shall tell you some of the things he told me of my Grandmother, she was small, 98 lbs. weight with a 16 inch waist, blue eyes, clear skin and dark hair. She was a lace designer. She drew the pattern with pencil on paper, then she wove the lace on a loom. The queen of Scotland at that time liked her work so much she had her come to the Royal Palace and Design and make lace for her. They were planning to marry and come to America to make their home, so Grandfatehr had his possestions on ship board, his clothes and tool chest. He went to the lace factory knocked on the door and ask for Elizabeth Mithe. The "door man" went to summons her. she came to the door. Grand-Dad said I am going to America if you still want to go with me, it is now or never for I will never come back. She didn't say a word turned from the door, ws back in just a second with a black silk coat on and a little bonnett made of the same material. The bonnet flared from around her face and was filled in with tiny blue flowers, tied under her chin with blue ribbons. She had her bible tucked under arm, her purse in her hand. That was all the preperation she had to come to America.
"As mentioned before she died when her only child William, was about 2 years old."
Grand-Dad was always pleasant and generous to a fault. He was fireman on a railroad locomotive for 16 years. The heat and glare damaged his eyes until gradually he became totally blind. Then he made his home with us, he was on grand person, imagine a blind man counting his blessings, which he did. He always greated us of a morning with a smile and "the top of the morning to you I say". He talked to us of Scotland the beautiful scenery, told us stories, sang songs. I remember 3 of his favorites, Blue bells of Scotland, Jeannie, and a comin thru the rye. Need a body meet a body need a body cry. Told us fairy stories. Always pleasant, never spoke an ill word of any body, or a sharp word to us children, 8 of us, no saints in myfamily! How he loved us all. His love and patience for his first wife and son was beyond understanding.
Donna,
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. I still am not quite sure of the last name of Elizabeth (Mithe) was as close as I could get. That protion was very hard to read.
Keep in touch and let me know if you find anything new. I will do the same. Anyone reading this please go to your elderly family members and have them write a few stories before they pass. They are priceless and full of information.
Carol