New designs and a new post! I am excited to share My Mom's Junk new look with you in my latest post!!! It's been quiet on the blog but behind the scenes, it has been a whirlwind of activity. It seems like if I'm blogging about something, I don't have time to get the project done. For my sanity, that's just not an option anymore. That being said, I'm working around the clock to prepare for my ... Read More about My Mom’s Junk New Look!
While visiting our Uncle David, my cousin Dee and I found these Vintage Love Letters from our grandparents. My Cousin Dee and I went out to the ranch where our dads grew up. While we were there,we rummaged through hundreds of photos and scanned them to keep. Dee is huge into genealogy and was looking for a specific photo of our Great Grandfather, who was a fireman. He had died in a fire when my Grandma Audrey was only 8 years old. There are very few pictures of him. While we didn’t find the picture she was looking for, we found some amazing things. I was very touched by the old pictures and the letters from my grandparents. I feel like I got a glimpse into what they were like, before they were “Grandma and Grandpa.”
My Grandparent’s could not have been any more different. My Grandmother, Audrey, was an only child and grew up in town. Here is a picture of her in all of her finery…She is the fourth one from the left, holding the bouquet. They had completely different childhoods but they had one thing in common though: loss. They both lost their fathers at a young age. My Grandmother Audrey’s Mom remarried and was able to move on. She grew up in Sapulpa and eventually, that is where she met my Grandpa Frank.
My Grandfather, Frank Denham, was one of 13 children and his story was a little different. His father died when he was young, as well, but his mother was not able to care for her large family. The state wound up with many of the kids. Sad as it was, at least the children had a hot meal and a warm bed. The orphanage he ended up in was near a Nez Perce Indian Reservation, in Idaho.
There are some pretty funny stories of him sneaking out onto their land. Another story for another day;) When the state took custody, they asked if any relative would be willing to take any of the kids. One woman stepped up to the plate: Rosa Wright. Oklahoma Oil money. You can see the letterhead above. Lucky thing they bought him that new typewriter. I might not even be here!
Rosa and her eccentric husband Cal lived in Sapulpa, Oklahoma. When Rosa took the kids in as her own she offered them a choice: money or land? My Grandfather Frank and his brothers George and Curley took the offer of the land. It was 1000 acres each. My father’s farm is connected to that original 1000 acres, in Kellyville, OK. My Grandpa Frank was a rough old cowboy who was known to go out to his pick-up, drive over by his cattle, and fall asleep listening to them moo. He loved the country.
I always wondered how my Grandparent’s wound up together. Until I found these love letters, while rummaging through old pictures at the ranch. Writing letters is a lost art. My grandfather only had an 8th grade education. His writing skills are probably better than most kids.
I love these! I guess grandma was a little feisty?