Sunday, December 28, 2014

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun- Collecting

My blog sister True Lewis author of My True Roots  wrote an amusing post or should I say NoTe about the things she collected as a child.  The NoTe titled Genea-Musings: Saturday Night Genealogy Fun -- What Did You Collect as a Youth? was written in response to a challenged issued on Randy Seaver's blog Genea-Musings.  He asked his readers "What Did You Collect as a Youth?".   Take the time to read their posts.  They are amusing, amazing and talented authors who write brilliant posts on their blog.

True's post got me thinking about the things I collected in my youth.  This is a little overdue but here is my response to the question.

In addition to the books I collected, I also have a binder filled with cartoons, newspaper clippings, photos from magazines and ticket stubs/programs of plays I saw as a kid.

I have to thank my mother Ella Allen for instilling in me a love of the theater.  She took me to so many plays when I was a kid and she taught me that when it comes to perfume less is definitely more.  :)

My Collections:

  • Books:  I read a lot as a child.  You name it, I have probably read it.  From "Are You There God?  It's Me, Margaret, Gone with the Wind (which took me 3 days), Marathon Man, The Stepford Wives, Up the Down Staircase, Freaky Friday, All the President's Men, Go Ask Alice, Nancy Drew The Other Side of Midnight to Resurrection by Tolstoy (just to name a few).  One family that I babysat for always paid me in books.

  • Cartoons:  Bloom County, Doonsbury, Garfield, Pot Shot, Tank McNamara, The Lockhorns and Wee Pals  

  • Concerts:  The Jackson Five (Bill Withers opened), Huey Lewis and the News (Adrenaline (sp?) local band opened), The Police (Joan Jett and The Blackhearts opened)

  • Letters:  Every letter that was written to me

  • Performances:  Bob Fosse's Dancin', Alvin Ailey's American Dance Theater

  • Photos (cut our from magazines):  A few childhood crushes
  • Plays:  Man of La Mancha, The Wiz, They're Playing Our Song, Your Arms Too Short To Box With God  (I still have these albums)

Few things from my collection book:





 I haven't looked in my "collection binder" in a long time.  Thanks to True's post inspired by Randy's challenge I've taken a fun trip down memory lane.  If you'd like to add your collection, click on True's or Randy's link in the first paragraph.  Looking forward to readying what you save as a youth.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Gloria Hurston 1941-1942

Gloria Hurston was born December 7, 1941 to Leroy and Nona Hurston.  She was their third child and second daughter.  Gloria would only live for seven months, she died July 9, 1942

Leroy and Nona left Standing Rock, Alabama and moved to Detroit, Michigan sometime between 1936 and 1940 with their two children, Clarence (b. 1933) and Rosalind (b. 1935).   They lived with Nona's sister Rebecca and her husband Clem Montgomery.  Rebecca's house was the one that everyone from down South stayed.

The only picture that I have ever seen of Gloria was taken on a family outing to Bell Isle Park in 1942.  She is in the picture with her sister and parents.  I'm not sure why her brother is missing from the photo.  The one thing that haunts me is knowing that Gloria died shortly after this picture was taken.  

The one thing I found odd was Gloria's death is listed in the Georgia index not Michigan.  I haven't been able to verify it yet but I believe they sent Gloria's body back to La Grange, Georgia which is where Nona's family lived.  I'm hoping all this will be cleared up when I get her death certificate.  Rest in peace Gloria.  She was such a beautiful baby.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Lisa "Sweetluv" Thompson ~ Breast Cancer Survivor

"Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you". ~ Maori Proverb

When you first meet Lisa aka Sweetluv, you are immediately taken in by her beautiful smile, boundless energy and can-do attitude.  If you didn't know her story, you would never know that she is a breast cancer survivor.  This interview is to raise awareness about breast cancer from a survivor's viewpoint.  You will read about her journey, how she fought the disease and what advice she has for others fighting this disease.

How did you find out you have breast cancer? 
I was suppose to have a mammogram when I turned 40.  I skipped it for two years until a friend convinced me to get one.  It was nothing I could have felt for, only a mammogram could detect it.  I was diagnosed with Stage 3.

Is there a family history of breast cancer?
My grandmother had it.

What were your main concerns after being diagnosed?
 I was afraid of dying and leaving my 8 year old daughter.

How did you did you cope emotionally?
I focused on God and God's purpose for me.  I knew I had to be strong if I wanted to be around for my daughter.

How did you and your family react to the news?  
I was scared.  I thought it was a death sentence.  My family took it as a fight that we were going to win.  If they were scared, they didn't show it.

Did you have a support network?
I had a huge network of friends, family and strangers that just wanted to help.  I felt and still feel truly blessed.

Did you feel apprehensive about chemotherapy?
I saw so many movies and even worked in an oncology clinic.  I saw so many patients get sick from chemo.   I feel like that experience prepared me mentally for the worse.

Why did you decide to cut your hair?

I was told after my first chemo treatment that my hair would start falling out.  I didn't want my diagnosis to control everything, so I cut it before it started falling out.  I had over 75 family and friends crowded into the barbershop to watch as I got my locs cut.  Reality sat in and I cried halfway through the process.  I realized at that moment that I really did have cancer and this was not a dream.  It was going to be a fight.

Describe your treatment process?  Did you face any obstacles during this process?

I had blood drawn weekly before chemo.  I was given the harshest chemotherapy available Adrynmicyn (Red Devil) that was deemed best suited for my aggressive breast cancer.  I had 6 rounds of that and then 15 rounds of chemotherapy (Taxol).  I also endured 5 weeks of radiation that took place every day (except the weekends).  I faced dehydration and low blood cell counts.

What kind of surgery did you undergo?
I had a bi-lateral mastectomy and lymph-nodes removed from my left arm (because the cancer had spread).  Six Days After Surgery

Are you completely recovered?
No.  I struggle every day from fatigue, mental sharpness, strength, eyesight and the aches and pains from chemotherapy still haunt me.

How has your life/outlook on life changed after fighting this disease?
I appreciate the life that God has blessed me with, I really don't sweat the small stuff.  I am living for the now because tomorrow is not promised to me.  I am just grateful and thankful to God for using me to help others.  Live, Love and Laugh is my motto.

What have you learned about yourself throughout this journey?
I have learned that I am a really strong-minded person.  I am not weak and I can overcome/defeat anyone or anything put before me.

What do you wish everyone knew about this disease or something you wish someone had told you?
This journey was Hell for me.  I really didn't  know what Hell is but this was my Hell.  I wish I would have been told about the importance of early detection.  Then maybe, just maybe my cancer would not have grown so fast and my treatment would not have been so harsh.

What message would you like to give to women about breast cancer?
I would tell them that this is a journey that no one wants to take but if you have to face it, fight. FIGHT HARD and never give up!  You can win.  Early detection is everything.  Become an advocate for your own help.

What do you believe was the key to your success?
My mental state was to smile at the devil in the midst of adversity.  Laughter and smiles made a difference.  Having a supportive work environment at the National Institutes of Health (NIH) (WFMO) made a huge difference.  There was no stress, they just wanted me to focus on getting better.  My mother was there each and every step of the way.  She was my strength when I didn't have any in me.  She assured me that I wasn't going to die and that I could do it.  She never let me give up even when I wanted too,.  She said "NO, we are going to fight this!"  It was because of her strength that I pushed through the times when I didn't have the strength.

What organizations were the most helpful to you?
John Hopkins and the National Institutes of Health

Does your insurance cover the costs of your treatment?  If not, how do you manage the costs of your treatment?
My health insurance didn't cover everything because I chose to have John Hopkins treat me and they were out of my network.  I don't regret that decision because the staff at John Hopkins saved my life. There is no bill that amounts to my life.  Now I am paying massive medical bills.  I guess this is just another part of my journey.

Why did you choose John Hopkins knowing that they were out of your network?
My close friend who is a doctor, helped me compile a list of providers to choose from.  I visited a few on my list.  I made my decision after visiting John Hopkins.  I was so relieved when I saw how prepared they were for my visit.  That was the main reason I decided to go with them.  When you are fighting for your life you want to feel confident with your treatment center.  I felt that way with them.

What are you doing toward raising awareness about breast cancer? 
I do speaking engagements, I go wherever I am requested.  I communicate through social media.  My main goal is to stress the importance of early detection and living a Healthy Lifestyle.  I started a non-profit organization called Purpose Driven, Lives Saved Inc. to promote healthy lifestyles in our kids We call it, fighting the fight before you have too.  I don't want to see anyone go through what I went through.


Sweetluv's breast cancer journey is filled with courage, strength, determination and faith.  Everyone's journey/story is not the same.  I believe that it is important to know you are not alone.  Lisa's story serves as an inspiration to me. She is a breast cancer survivor who fought this horrible disease 3 years ago and defeated it.  She is now providing help, support and information to breast cancer patients and survivors.  She has written a book "Walking By Faith, The Fight Against Cancer" that depicts the journey of several woman as they described their experience with breast cancer from the diagnoses, surgeries and treatments.  It is a beautifully written book.

Because of mounting medical expenses, a friend of hers suggested she establish a gofundme page.  Lisa created "Sweetluv's Fight" to help offset some of her out-of-pocket expenses.  Sweetluv is a very proud and self-sufficient woman, who is not looking for a handout (but she could use a little help).  As a mother of a child with serious medical issues I can totally relate to drowning in medical bills. Please take a moment and check out her page.  If you can, leave a donation (any amount will be greatly appreciated) and a note of encouragement.  I totally support her in her journey to continue fighting cancer and her fundraising page.

Thank you Sweetluv for sharing your story.   Please click on any of the social media links below to get keep up-to-date news on Lisa and her journey or to drop her message.  She wants all breast cancer survivors to know they are not alone.

Sweetluv's Gofundme Page

God Bless you Sweetluv!  Keep fighting! 

Breast Cancer Survivor – Interview Questions (2012). Susan G. Komen Sacramento Valley. Retrieved from

Multiplicityme2too (2013, May 5). Newbirth Wildflower. Retrieved from

All photos property of Lisa Thompson, please do not use without her permission.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

I Received A Very Nice Surprise – “One Lovely Blog Award”

I received a very nice surprise.  I was nominated for the "One Lovely Blog Award" by Valerie Hughes author of "Genealogy With Valerie".

Thank you Valerie, I am honored and humbled to be nominated by you.  Valerie 's blog is amazing, interesting and very informative.  She is also the author of "Genealogy: Your Family History, Doing It Right The First Time" and "Planning Your Genealogy Research Trip" both are great books.

Here are the rules for this award:
   1.  Thank the person who nominated you and link to that blog.
   2.  Share seven things about yourself.
   3.  Nominate 15 bloggers you admire (or as many as you can think of!)
   4.  Contact your bloggers, let them know that you've tagged them for the One Lovely Blog  Award.

Seven Things About Me:
    1.  I am an only child.
    2.  I was named after my mother's high school friend.
    3.  I do not have a middle name (you'd be surprise how many people think I'm kidding).
    4.  I have insomnia and usually sleep 2-4 a night (sometimes less).
    5.  I love to sing and dance (even though my family says I lack rhythm).
    6.  I love old classic movies.  I prefer the black and white version not colorized.
    7.  My favorite sports to play are tennis, volleyball and softball (in that order).

20 Bloggers I Admire:
There are so many awesome genealogy blogs out there that it was really hard to choose just 20.
Here is my list (in no particular order):
    1.  Ancient Echos From The Past by Xzanthia Zuber
    2.  4YourFamilyStory by Caroline Pointer
    3.  Branches and Twigs Genealogy  by Lacey Frazier
    4.  Our Georgia Roots  by Luckie Daniels
    5.  Tracing Amy  by Amy Cole
    6.  J-MACS JOURNEY  by Joann McMillion
    7.  Our Alabama and Georgia Ancestors  by Dante Eubanks
    8.  They Came From Virginia  by Denise Muhammad
    9.  Roots Branches and a Few Nuts  by Bev McGown
  10.  The Jones Genealogist  by Jerry Jones
  11.  a3Genealogy  by Kathleen Brandt
  12.  Desperately Seeking Surnames  by Jenna Mills
  13.  Echoes of My Nola Past  by Felicia Rachelle
  14.  Dans Les Branches  by Marine Soulas
  15.  Ancestral Breezes  by Jen Baldwin
  16.  Tangled Roots and Trees  by Schalene Dagutis
  17.  The Professional Descendant  by Kristy Wilkinson
  18.  The Pendleton Genealogy Post  by Catherine Pendleton
  19.  Genealogy Circle  by Cindy Freed
  20.  Carolina Girl Genealogy  by Cheri Hudson Passey

For those on my list, if you have already been nominated I'm pretty certain that you don't have to nominate an group.  There are so many more wonderful bloggers out there whose work I admire.  I have learned so much from the more experienced members of the genealogy community.  I enjoy our interactions and appreciate their support.    

Contact Bloggers
I will be contacting the 20 bloggers on my list, unless they see this post and contact me first.  Thank you Valerie for nominating my blog for the "One Lovely Blog Award".  I am honored to be included in your list of nominees.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Wednesday's Words

I feel like I'm so far behind in researching my family's history.  I wanted to do right by them but I can't seem to get past my picture obsession.  Well pictures that I don't have and will probably never see (if they even exist).  I keep praying that there are more out there and will be shared.  I can't believe that we have lost so much of our history.  I also understand that my passion isn't everyone's cup of tea so I can't expect my cousins to be as interested or as excited as I am by what I find or to even share information/pictures (see, still stuck on pictures).  I am working on letting that part of my research go.  If it happens, I will welcome it with open arms, if not then I will use my imagination.

I wish I had thought to ask my elders about their life when they were still living.  I did my paternal grandmother once for a school project and I loved listening to her stories.  I don't understand why I didn't ask the same of my other relatives.  I would give anything to know more and to see what they looked like as children, young adults and the person I knew and loved.  As hard as I try, I cannot move past this and it breaks my heart.  I also wish I knew what their siblings, parents and cousins looked like.

A few of my cousins have taken the time to share the pictures they do have and I am forever grateful to them.  I pick my mother's brain daily and have been getting a lot of help from my dad and my Aunt Chris.  Without them, I would have nothing, I mean no oral history.  The pictures that I've been sent by my cousins Leslie, Kecia, DaVita and Dollie have brought so much joy to me.  I can't find the words to express the excitement I feel while looking at each picture.  They will make a great addition to that person's post (when I write it).  I also love looking at my genealogy group's photos too.  They are so beautiful and say so much about that person.  Some go as far back as 4 generations.  What a blessing!

It makes me sad that I didn't start this journey sooner.  Hurts my heart to know the only information I'll get is through records and not oral history.  Still I am thankful that those records exist.  Every little bit helps.  Some of the stories are so sad that it's hard to read and yes I do cry.  I cry for the pain and suffering they went through and I smile because they survived.  

I miss you Nanny, Grandma Edna, Mr. Deer, Daddy Roy, Uncle Drew, Uncle Derrick, Uncle Lewis, Uncle Clarence, Cousin Pee Wee, Aunt Connie, Aunt Mildred, Sister (aka Aunt Rosalind whom I sometimes called Rosie Mae)  and Mama Rose.  I really wish I had just asked you about your life, hopes and dreams.  As a child, I always thought you'd be here.  As an adult, I know our time here is short.  As close as we were there was so much about you that I don't know.   I only hope I am doing you all some justice through my blog (which needs to be updated).  I love you all so much and miss the times we spent talking, laughing and just being.  I grew up surrounded by so much love.  So I can truly say I'm a product of my environment, an environment of unconditional love and support.

I say all of the above to say this (my take on my mom's favorite and often used phrase), If you have any elders in your family take the time to get to know their story/history while you can.  Don't be like me and let your youthful ignorance stop you from getting their story because once they pass all that information is gone.

Thank you True for telling me to write this post.

Atlantic Records. (2009, October 26). Wind Beneath My Wings (Video Version). Retrieved from

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

A Friend Of Friends: Lessons From The Underground Railroad #TALIAFERRO

The following post is Reblogged from The TALIAFERRO Project, written by Sandra Taliaferro:

By sjtaliaferro

One night during the holidays I watched one of my favorite movies, Roots: The Gift. The movie stars LeVar Burton and Louis Gossett, Jr., in their roles as Kunta Kinte and Fiddler from the television series Roots. In this movie, Kunta and Fiddler accompany their owner to another plantation at Christmas time for a party, and become involved in a plan to help some runaway slaves escape via the Underground Railroad to freedom. A simple, yet powerful story. There are many messages and lessons to be learned from Roots: The Gift.

In one of my favorite scenes, Fiddler and Kunta are helping the group of runaway slaves get to the river where they are to meet a boat that will take them further on their journey to freedom. Along the way they make a stop to pick up other “passengers” on the Underground Railroad. When they come to a farmhouse, Kunta approaches and knocks. The man asks…”who goes”? Kunta responds “Friend of Friends”…in acknowledgment, the man replies “Friend of Friends”. A group of “passengers” exit the house. Kunta, Fiddler, and the group continue their journey.

This year, I was particularly moved by the Underground Railroad scene, and even more so by the phrase uttered by Kunta- Friend of Friends. The phrase, and variations of it, was used along the Underground Railroad as a password or signal to those assisting runaway slaves on their journey North…to freedom. The traditional response to the “who goes there” password is said to have been “A Friend of a Friend”.

A Friend of Friends. Say it… A Friend of Friends, again…A Friend of Friends. It evokes such a comforting, welcoming feeling. A feeling of trust, of sharing, of caring, of kindness, and of friendship, however brief. At the same time, it is transient…adjusting and changing with the circumstances. I’m A Friend of Friends….you don’t know me, but I require assistance…I need your help, and guidance…some information to aid me on my journey…then I’ll be moving on…to the next stop along the way.

The phrase, and the underlying concept, seems particularly appropriate and relevant for those of us in the genealogy community; aren’t we all on some level really just A Friend of Friends? Strangers helping strangers. Friends of friends with a common bond that ties us all together….the desire to know our ancestors, and to tell their stories. A common goal, with different methods, different paths that cross and intersect along the journey. As we travel this road to uncovering our ancestors and their stories we should all embrace the concept…we should be A Friend of Friends. Don’t be afraid or reluctant to share, to care, to guide, or to assist your fellow researcher along their journey.

As an African American researcher my task is two-fold; I research my family, but inevitably I must also research the family of my ancestor’s slave holders if I want to know more about my roots. Often we must seek information (assistance) from those that we do not know to aid us on our journey. It is an unavoidable truth – the descendants of our ancestor’s slave holding families may hold the key to our enslaved ancestor’s past. Slavery is an ugly truth of our shared history. I am not angry with you because your ancestor held my ancestor as a slave; don’t be angry with me because I seek those records that may shed more light on the lives of my people, and help me to tell their story more completely. Some who were members of slave holding families assisted passengers along the Underground Railroad. I challenge you to be A Friend of Friends.

We, as researchers of our African American ancestry, must also remember to share, to care, to guide, and to assist our fellow researchers; reach out, take time….no, make time. Can you request and expect the assistance of others, yet not expect the same of yourself? I urge you to stop being selfish with your research. Don’t miss out on a connection or a long lost cousin because of fear or uncertainty. Post It, Blog It, Share It, and Publish It. Many who were passengers along the Underground Railroad returned to assist others on their journey to freedom. I challenge you to be A Friend of Friends.

True genealogists know all of this, and understand the necessity of it. Indeed, the concept is nothing new in the genealogy community. Random, and not so random, acts of kindness occur every day. So, consider this a wake-up call, my challenge to you. When a fellow researcher comes calling…for info…for guidance…for knowledge…for support – be there – to share, to care, to guide, and to assist.



Thank you Sandra for all you did for the African American genealogy community, the genealogy community as a whole.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

A Life Cut Short ~ Nona Hurston

Hassie and Nona (age 9)

My maternal grandmother Nona Lee Turner was born on September 9, 1912 in LaGrange, Troup County, Georgia to Blake Turner (a sharecropper) and Hassie Williams (farm laborer).  She had eight siblings:  Conia (b.1891), John L. (b.1898), Rebecca (b.1899), Blake Jr. (1903), Elmer (b. 1905), Odessa (b. 1907), Alvena (b.1910) and Dorsey (b.1924).  The family settled in Hickory Flat, Alabama in 1900. 

The Turner family moved from Precinct 10 (now Roanoke), Randolph County, to Standing Rock, Chambers County, Alabama.  In the 1920 census, a 7 year old Nona is living with her parents and 5 siblings.  By the time 1930 census was taken, Nona, now 17 was living in Standing Rock, with her parents and brother and sister.  


Nona met and married Leroy Hurston , a resident of Standing Rock when she was 19 years old.  In 1933, the Hurstons welcomed a boy, they named Clarence.  Two years later in 1935, Rosalind was born.

Like so many African Americans living in the South in the late 30’s who went north to find better jobs, my grandparents migrated to Detroit, Michigan.  My grandfather went first, taking the bus all the way.  The entire Hurston family was living in Detroit by April 1, 1940.  They lived with Nona’s sister Rebecca and her husband on 963 Eliot Street (1940 census).    

Nona, Leroy, Rosalind, and Gloria taken at Belle Isle Park

Nona gave birth to their third child Gloria on December 7, 1941.  Gloria passed away on July 9, 1942.  She was laid to rest in Standing Rock, Alabama at Bethlehem Missionary Baptist Church Cemetery.

Nona at Belle Isle Park


In early 1942, Nona was infected with pulmonary tuberculosis (TB).  Although exposed, the infection was latent (inactive) so she was not contagious.  On April 23, 1943 the infection became active and a five months pregnant Nona was admitted to the TB ward at Herman Kiefer Hospital (on Detroit's west side).

Nona on her balcony at Norman Keifer Hospital
Nona (left) and friend at Herman Keifer Hospital




Nona gave birth to Ella Mae in August who she named after Leroy's mother (Ella Mae Trammel).

In less than five months after giving birth to my mom and nine months after being admitted to Herman Kiefer, Nona died from pulmonary tuberculosis complicated by tuberculosis enteritis.  She left behind a grieving husband and three small children Clarence (11), Rosalind (8) and my mom Ella (4 ½ months).   All three children stayed with Rebecca who raised them while Leroy worked to support them.
My mom only knows her mother through pictures and stories told to her by family members.  Everyone tells her that her mother was really beautiful.  They also tell her how kind and quiet she was, everyone loved her.  My mom has no personal memories of her.  I don’t remember when she first told me about her or the words she used, but I do remember the pain in her voice and the sadness in her eyes.  I know that my mom would give anything to have just one memory of her mother.  The one story she tells over and over is the last thing her mother said to the family before she died.  She told them no matter what happens to take care of her baby.  

To realize that your mother’s last words were of you must give my mom some comfort but I know it doesn't lessen her sorrow.  Even though she was surrounded by so much love growing up, she still mourned her mother.  Her grief has been painful and lasting.  I believe the emptiness that my mom feels and continues to feel shaped her relationship with me.   She became the mother to me that she always wanted.   I think my grandma Nona would have been so proud of the woman my mother became. I know I am.  Rest in peace Grandma Nona.  I know you will be there to welcome my mother into the Kingdom.  Just like you welcomed Clarence, Rosalind and many others from our family.  We love you and will never forget you.

Nona was laid to rest in Standing Rock, Alabama along side her daughter Gloria at Bethlehem Missionary Baptist Church Cemetery.  

My mother (age 3), Nona, Rosalind and Clarence
Clockwise starting from the upper left

The pictures of my grandmother's grave, the cemetery and the "standing rock" were taken by a very kind find a grave volunteer, Kathy Brown.  I am so grateful to her for going out more than once to look for and photograph my grandmother's grave.  Thank you Kathy.  She also took pictures around town so I could see what Standing Rock, Alabama looked like.  I plan on taking a trip there soon.  

                                                       Nona and Gloria's final resting place ~Bethlehem Cemetery
                                                                    Nona's headstone

This rock was left by Native Americans when they were removed from Alabama in the 1830s (part of the Trail of Tears).  They left a curse on anyone who tries to remove it.

                                   This song is dedicated to my grandmothers who are no longer with us and to my mom. I love you all so very much.

                                          "We're all ghosts.  We all carry, inside us, people who came before us". ~ Liam Callanan 

Sources: 1920 United States Federal Census [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 
2010. Images reproduced by FamilySearch 1930 United States Federal Census [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Operations Inc, 2002.

Original data: United States of America, Bureau of the Census. Fifteenth Census of the United States, 1930. Washington, D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration. 1930 T626, 2,667 rolls. 1940 United States Federal Census [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry. com Operation, Inc., 2012. 

Original data: United States of America, Bureau of the Census. Sixteenth Census of the United States, 1940. Washington, D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration, 1940. T7=627, 4,643 rolls.

Daniels, Cory (2011, July 7).  The Spinners - Sadie. Retrieved January 1, 2014 from  

Thank you Dianne Armstrong for sharing your words about the Kingdom.