Harry Aird in School Photo from Over 125 Years Ago: 52 Ancestors 2026 Prompt “Favorite Photo”

 

Rare Childhood Photo of Harry

Henry “Harry” Aird: 1886-1966 (Paternal Grandfather)

 

Following my mother-in-law’s death, family members divided up the family photos and correspondence she had been saving. Our niece scanned hundreds of photos and gave us all USB drives of the scans. Among the photos was a class photo of Harry Aird and his classmates and teachers at a Dundee school. I was so excited to receive this photo—childhood photos from the 19^th century are quite rare, especially when the families were poor as the Airds were. This may be the only childhood photo we will ever see of Harry.

Henry “Harry” Aird was born September 16, 1886 in Scotland to parents James and Jane Robertson Aird. He was the fourth of their eventual seven surviving children. The family lived in the parish of Liff and Benvie just outside of Dundee, Scotland. Harry’s father was a cabinetmaker who died when Harry was only twenty-one.

There is no information on the photo to help identify the school, grade level or year the photograph was taken. Harry appears to be between the ages of seven and nine, making the possible years 1893-1895.

The photo bears a label that was probably typed by my mother-in-law, Laurel Jandy Aird. It reads,”Harry Aird, schoolboy Dundee, Scotland. 2d row from top, extreme right.”

The photography studio name is visible on the photo: D & W Prophet, with an address of 59 Wellgate in Dundee. I researched the studio, and discovered that it operated under that name from 1886 until 1914, and that the owners, David and William Prophet, specialized in school photography.

The students seem to be wearing a sort of uniform—most are in wool jackets, some with vests, with white, collared shirts beneath. They wear ties. They wear short pants and dark, knee-length stockings, and shoes that lace above the ankle. Harry is the only boy wearing a sweater over his white shirt instead of a jacket. Several of the boys’ jackets feature tears on the elbows and sleeves, and frayed cuffs. These children did not come from wealthy families.

Torn sleeve on left, and ragged cuff on right. 

There are forty boys in the photo. They appear to be around the same age, so I believe this is a single class. There are two adults in the photo—the older, bearded gentleman at the far right, top row, and the young woman in the middle of the top row. Were both the adults teachers, or did the young woman have another function at the school?

Woman with mutton-chop sleeves on her dress and a brooch on her collar. Teacher?

Harry looks worried or angry in the photo—his eyebrows are drawn into a near frown. All the boys are serious, but Harry is more than serious.

I checked Harry’s responses to the U. S. Census questions regarding schooling. He reported on the 1940 census that he had completed 2 years of high school, which indicates he left school around age sixteen. That was quite common for students in Great Britain who did not intend to attend a university. Harry was perhaps his second or third year of schooling when the photo was taken.

Following his father’s death in 1908, Harry emigrated to the United States, arriving November 13, 1910. He settled in Detroit and worked as a hardware supplies salesman. He married May Shields in 1917, and was the father of John Aird.

Harry on vacation in Canada in his forties, circa 1930

I am so grateful to have this photo of young Harry. Since I found no other information about Harry’s education, the school he attended, or details from his youth, this photo is our only window into his childhood in Scotland. He was a handsome little boy, and I hope that, despite his wrinkled brow in the photo, he enjoyed his school years.

Sources:

Aird Family Photos.

https://www.edinphoto.org.uk/PP_N/pp_prophet_family_and_business.htm

https://atom.lib.strath.ac.uk/d-w-prophet

 

 

Poverty and Pride: 52 Ancestors 2026 Prompt “What This Story Means to Me”

 

Privations of Missionary Life Helped by Charitable Gift from the East

Lorene Edith Smith:1903-1994 (Maternal Grandmother)
Cora Leachman: 1864-1943 (Maternal Great-Grandmother)
Rev. Willis Smith: 1853-1928 (Maternal Great-Grandfather)

 

As I was reading Lorene Smith’s memoirs, I ran across a story from her childhood that resonated with me. The story dealt with the Christmas season, and since we had just celebrated the Christmas holiday two weeks ago, it held extra meaning.

Lorene had been describing her parents’ difficult years homesteading and serving as missionaries in the U.S. Territory of New Mexico in the mid-1910s. They were living five miles outside the town of Melrose, and were desperately poor, trying to support themselves by raising chickens and cattle and growing vegetables and fruit trees. 

Main Street in Melrose, NM around 1908

Despite their efforts, they were barely getting by.  Lorene recalled:

“We got poorer and more destitute, and for several years before Christmas Mother would receive forms which she could have filled out to get a mission box from the Tulpahocken Missionary Society in a Presbyterian church in Philadelphia. My father was considered a home missionary so we qualified for home mission donations from the East. Each year Mother would toss these forms away saying, "We're not that bad yet," expecting the gifts to be others' castoffs. But finally in the fourth year she broke down and sent in the forms, giving the names and ages of all the family.

When we got word that the box had come by freight to the railroad station, Mother said, "We'll go for it after dark because I don't want anybody to see it and ask questions." We brought the box back in a wagon. It was a heavy wooden box, which must have been four feet high and two and a half or three feet square. It was filled with everything anyone could desire--nice bedding, blankets, towels, a silk comforter, dolls, games, books, and toys--all of fine quality. Those things lasted for many, many years. Mother and Dad and all of the children were very grateful for these gifts. I saved many of the books and games to adulthood. They built a platform for the box so that it could be used as a food cooler in a window where Mother kept her milk and cream. Later When we moved to Kentucky the box was used again for shipping.”

 

Melrose NM Train Depot where the Smiths picked up their Christmas box

I can relate to her mother’s reluctance to ask for help. I too always try to get by on my own, although I never faced such serious circumstances as the Smiths did while homesteading. I was a bit surprised, however, by the line, “’We’re not that bad yet’, expecting the gifts to be others’ castoffs.’” That goes beyond pride to a bit of disdain for poor people—Cora seemed to be trying to separate her family from other poor people. She felt she was better than charity cases, and so was too proud to accept used items. While I can be too proud to admit I need help from someone, at least I was never too proud to shop at garage sales or accept hand-me-downs from friends or family. I didn’t see myself as being too good for used things.

I laughed at the family sneaking off to the train station at night so no one would see them accepting charity. They were concerned about their position in the community, but ministers’ families can be trapped in a delicate situation. The community expects a minister’s family to set a better example, and perhaps Cora and Willis felt accepting charity may not have been the sort of example their neighbors would understand.

While the Smiths were reluctant to reach a point where they would accept charity, I loved that the family felt gratitude for the gifts, and appreciated their fine quality. Their pride did not interfere with their ability to make good use of everything they received. I loved how Lorene kept some of the items she received that Christmas well into her own adulthood. Even the container holding the gifts became a deeply appreciated and useful item for the family. Those details really touched me.

The Smiths in front of their Melrose, NM home

This story was a reminder that giving to those in need can bring great joy to both the giver and the recipient, especially during the Christmas season. Our retirement community collected gifts for local foster children this past Christmas. I hope the children enjoyed their gifts as much as the Smiths did over a century ago, and that the foster children didn’t let their pride spoil the pleasure of receiving the gifts from loving strangers.  

Sources:

Lorene Smith Jandy Memoir

Vintage postcard of Melrose Train Depot.

Mysterious Disappearance of College Freshman: 52 Ancestors 2025 Prompt “Disappeared”

 

Willis Smith Flees University of Kentucky in 1908

Willis Eugene Smith: 1888-1973 (Maternal Grand-Uncle)

On the evening of September 22, 1908, Willis Eugene Smith, a freshman at the State University of Kentucky, disappeared from his room and failed to return or contact anyone. His family was frantic, the university administration was anxious, and the police began investigating. Where had he gone? What had happened to him? The rumors and speculation grew by the week, egged on by Willis’ brother Ernest, who was convinced his brother met with foul play. Then, three months later, Willis returned as mysteriously as he had left. His own explanations were nearly as wild as the rumors had been.

Willis E. Smith was born January 22, 1888 to parents Margaret Benton Smith and Rev. Willis Smith. He was the eighth of their eleven children. He attended local schools in Owensboro, and was tutored by his older brother, Albert Elias Smith, to prepare him to attend the university.

He enrolled at the University of Kentucky in Lexington—then referred to as Kentucky State University—in the fall of 1908. The following news item describes his going-away-party in Owensboro, emphasizing the respect the community had for college educations and for young Willis. He was twenty years old.

It appears that many university students lived in private accommodations in Lexington rather than in school-built dormitories. Willis’ older brother Ernest, then thirty, was a sophomore at the university, and was boarding in a house owned by a Mrs. Beauchamp. Willis became another of her boarders. She was the president of the local chapter of the Women’s Christian Termperence Union, so ran a respectable establishment.

According to Ernest, Willis seemed to be enjoying his first weeks of college. Ernest saw no sign that he was upset or struggling the evening he disappeared. He said that Willis “had been talking about a freshman caucus that night…[and left] ‘to have some fun’.” Ernest noted that Willis was wearing older clothes and shoes, and that he left his watch and chain on the table with his books “as if he were afraid he would get them lost or broken.” Ernest noted that Willis took nothing else with him—only pocket change at the most. Willis had $50 of savings—a sizable sum in 1908-- that he had left in Ernest’s care. Ernest felt that if Willis had intended to run off, he would have made sure to take that money with him.

Willis never returned to Mrs. Beauchamp’s. An increasingly concerned Ernest contacted his Kentucky siblings to see if Willis was at any of their homes. He contacted university officials, and he reported Willis’ disappearance to the Lexington police. The case was covered thoroughly in the press. Despite the publicity, no one came forward to say they had seen or spoken to Willis. Willis didn’t reach out to family members. There were no reports of vagrants or bodies or injured men in surrounding areas. Where had Willis gone?

On September 29, the eldest Smith brother, Frampton, arrived in Lexington. He and Ernest spent a considerable time talking to the police detectives to no avail. The next week, Ernest told the press that his father was “a highly educated man, and it has been the greatest ambition of all of his sons to secure an education…” He also said that Willis was “much pleased with college life and his prospects, …and expressed no dissatisfaction with any feature of his surroundings.” Landlady Beauchamp gave “the strongest testimony of the boy’s good habits [and] high character…” It seems as if the family feared the university and police would try to blame Willis’ disappearance on his inability to succeed at college or his falling victim to drugs or alcohol.

Willis’ father, Rev. Willis Smith, was contacted in New Mexico, where he was homesteading and founding churches with his second wife and Willis’ younger siblings. He was as puzzled and worried as his other sons.

By October, the interest in the mystery was at a fever pitch. The Louisville Courier-Journal even published a picture of Rev. Smith and family at their New Mexico homestead, noting that they were “grief-stricken…and unable to offer any solution…” 

Another article called on the Kentucky Governor to offer a reward for information. Apparently, there were rumors that Willis had fallen afoul of upperclassmen who were hazing freshmen, and that he had been accidently killed, which whipped up anti-student sentiment in Lexington. University officials were growing increasingly nervous.

Hope was stirred in November 1908 when the sheriff in Russellville, Kentucky reported that a young man had come to their community who matched Willis’ general description. The man told the sheriff his name was “Harry Smith”, and that he had left the university some weeks before. Ernest was dubious that the man was Willis, and he was correct. Five days later, the Smith family hired a Pinkerton detective to look into Willis’ disappearance. The news article stated, “The members of the Smith family are convinced that the mystery has been by no means thoroughly investigated by either the state college officials or the grand jury…”

By December, Ernest was frustrated and despairing. He told the press, “I am settled in the opinion that my brother was killed---accidentally killed…Although I have been forced to abandon hope of again seeing him alive, I entertain the hope of finding his body. There has not a day passed that I have not done something in the search…I regret anything which couples the name of the University with this distressing affair. I have always contended that if the theory that fellow students had accidentally killed Willis were proved, no stigma should reflect on the institution. If students did it, only a few, acting entirely independently of the mass, and seeking fun instead of hurt to him, were involved.”

Ernest also told the reporter that his father thought Willis might have enlisted in the Army, but Army records were checked and he was not found.

The Smith family probably spent a miserable Christmas mourning Willis, but just days later he suddenly appeared at his sister’s house in Lexington telling a wild tale. He claimed he was attacked by four men who chloroformed him and took him by freight car to northern Wisconsin where he was held captive in a cave. His captors hoped for a reward for his return. He claimed to have escaped and returned home as soon as he could.

This story was met with immediate ridicule. Observers noted that he was very sun-tanned—hardly the complexion of a man who spent 3 months in a cave. In addition, his hands were calloused from heavy labor, despite his claims that his captors didn’t make him do any work.

When Ernest was able to finally speak with Willis in person, he forced Willis to confess the truth: that he had fled the university, traveling on freight cars to northern Wisconsin where he obtained work in a logging camp. After a couple months there, he went south to Bloomington, Illinois and worked in a restaurant. “Time and again…he endeavored to write home, but he never could get up the courage.”

Why did Willis run away? His excuse also sounds like a total fabrication. He claimed that a fraternity at the University wanted to initiate him, and he didn’t want to join. They insisted that he must join or leave the school. He felt threatened and chose to leave.

I suspect there was a lot more going on in this young man’s life. Perhaps he was struggling in his classes. Perhaps he didn’t really want to go to college, but was pushed into it by his father and older brothers. Perhaps he just panicked, unable to face the future his family expected of him. Perhaps he had mental health issues.

The press and public opinion was scathing. Ernest hustled Willis off to their hometown of Owensboro, making the following statement to the Lexington Leader:

“My brother is as sound in mind as I am, and there is nothing the matter with him now. I am going to take him back to Owensboro tonight and find hm something to do there. I am not going to bring him back to Lexington at this time, if he ever comes at all, because I do not think it would be wise just now. He will not go to college, I am sure of that, and it would do no good to take him back there. I am going to find him some work to do at Owensboro and leave him there. I will return to Lexington tomorrow.”

And that is exactly what Ernest did. He took Willis home and moved him into their married sister’s house, while Ernest returned to the university and completed his degree and then started medical school.

Willis appears on the 1910 census in the household of William Hubbard, his sister Nannie’s husband. He is unemployed at that point. Just three years later, Willis married a young Owensboro woman, Sybil Erwin, on October 2, 1913. He was twenty-five and Sybil was just eighteen.

By the time World War I broke out, Willis and Sybil were living in Dayton, Ohio. He was thirty years old, and was working as a cement finisher. But two short years later, he and Sybil had a baby daughter, Dorothy June Smith, and they had moved to Allen County, Ohio to the town of Auglaize. He had changed professions, and he was working as a Methodist minister. I assume that somewhere along the way, Willis managed to complete college or at least attend seminary. I have been unable to find a record of what institution he attended after his abortive semester at the University of Kentucky.

After his panicked disappearance, Willis E. Smith put his life together, and became a respected member of the community and the Methodist Church. Rev. Smith had a long, productive career as a Methodist minister, serving many years in parishes in Massachusetts and New Hampshire. Perhaps, like many young people, he needed to get out into the world before he could realize what he wanted and needed to do with his life long-term.

 

Sources:

Mr. Willis Smith to enter college. Owensboro Messenger Inquirer. Owensboro, KY. Aug, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Brothers Look for Missing Freshman”.  Lexington Herald.  Lexington, KY. Sep. 29, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Governor Willson Asked to Offer a Reward for Smith.” Lexington Herald.  Lexington, KY. Oct. 20, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Smith Family Give Up Hope”. Louisville Courier. Louisville KY. Oct 5, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Pinkerton Employed in Disappearance of Willis Smith”. Owensboro Twice-a-Week Messenger. Owensboro, KY. Nov. 7, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Letters Point to Sewer Ditch as His Grave” Lexington Leader. Lexington, KY. Dec 28, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Willis Smith Turns Up at Sister’s”. Lexington Leader. Lexington, KY. Dec 31, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Missing College Student Turns Up at Owensboro”. Louisville Courier. Louisville KY. Dec. 31, 1908. Newspapers.com.

“Comments on Willis E Smith.” Lexington Herald.  Lexington, KY. Jan 2, 1909. Newspapers.com.

“Why Smith Left Home”. Lexington Leader. Lexington, KY. Jan 3, 1909. Newspapers.com.

Small But Memorable: 52 Ancestors 2025 Prompt “Memorable”

 A Weird Occupation and a Weird Cause of Death  

John Ford Wilson: 1854-1920 (Husband of Paternal 2^nd Great-grandaunt)
Susan Smith Goode: 1835-1918 (Maternal First Cousin 4x Removed)

 

Sometimes I run across delightful small discoveries that aren’t quite worthy of a full blog post, but that are so weird or charming or funny--or even horrible-- that I hate to consign them to a mere “note” on an Ancestry file, never to be read again. Here are two of those small but memorable discoveries.

First, while examining the death record of my husband’s 2^nd Great-Aunt Bethia Sutherland Wilson, I noted a peculiar notation under the name of her late husband. The entry read as follows:

“Widow of John Ford Wilson. Abattoir Supervisor.”

What a career! What exactly was John supervising? The proper way to kill whatever animals were being slaughtered? Why abattoir and not slaughterhouse? I pulled up the 1881 Scotland Census, and it shows John’s occupation as “Superintendent of Slaughter house.”

I wonder what his workday involved. He left an estate valued at 2500 pounds in 1920, a bit higher than the average estate for the period, so the position must have paid a decent wage. This was a fascinating and timely discovery to make right before Halloween!

Second, death certificates can sometimes provide bizarre and shocking information. I was looking at Ancestry hints for a Smith cousin, Susan Smith Goode, and found that someone had posted a copy of her death certificate. I always read certificates when I find them, as they can provide important information about parents, occupations, and health issues. This one was grim reading:

“Cause of Death: Internal injuries from being crushed by street car. Duration: About 2 hours. Contributory: Deafness.”

So a deaf 87 year old woman, unable to hear the approach of a street car, walked into the road in front it and was mowed down. She suffered for two hours before dying. The poor woman.

I suspected that this type of accident would have been covered by the local newspaper. I was correct, finding the following article. 

Susan had been living with her nephew, and was carried to his home after the accident. She never regained consciousness, but at least she was with family when she died on May 3, 1918.

While these two discoveries were small and involved collateral relatives rather than direct ancestors, they were still strikingly memorable. I’m glad this prompt provided an opportunity for me to write about John and Susan.

Sources:

Death Record for Bethia Sutherland Wilson. Posted on Ancestry.com.

Death Record for John Ford Wilson. Posted on Ancestry.com.

Probate Summary for John Ford Wilson. Scotland, National Probate Index (Calendar of Confirmations and Inventories), 1876-1936. Ancestry.com.

“Another Aged Woman Killed by Street Car”. Owensboro Messenger. Owensboro KY. May 3, 1918. https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-owensboro-messenger-another-aged-wom/187671390/

John Aird’s Hand-crafted Model Boat: 52 Ancestors 2025 Prompt “Family Heirloom”

 

The Jupiter: A Model of a Real-Life 1920s Great Lakes Freighter

John Aird: 1919-2005 (Father)

 

Following the 2016 death of my mother-in-law, Laurel Aird, we brought home some family treasures, including a model of a Great Lakes freighter my father-in-law, John Aird, had built as a child in the 1920s. We found the model, along with two other more crude models, in the Aird attic. Despite the model’s awkwardly large shape—it is 32 inches long, 4 inches wide, and 6 inches tall—we couldn’t bear to throw it out. We felt our children and eventual grandchildren should have this marvelous piece of family history. Therefore, we brought it with us as a piece of carry-on luggage when we flew home to California. It wouldn’t fit in the overhead bins, so the flight attendants stowed it in a special cabinet in the rear of the plane. Fortunately, the model survived its flight, and now lives atop a bookcase in our home.

When we read John Aird’s memoir, we found a passage describing the creation of the model and how much he cared for it. He had grown up in Detroit and as a child he vacationed each summer in Port Huron. He became fascinated with the Great Lakes freighters that plied Lake Huron and Lake Erie, and built the models to resemble actual freighters. He would sail them along the Port Huron shore in the summer.

Here is the section from John’s memoir:

“…the next year I found a one-and-a-half by four board about three feet long and proceeded to make myself a Great Lakes freighter, which I named Jupiter, after a small Interlake Steamship Company freighter. This time I rounded the stern, painted the hull red, a standard freighter color, the cabins which with black doors and windows, attached two rather thick masts fore and aft with screws (so they could be removed for transporting), and put a monogram of my own initials in red on a white band on its black funnel, another authentic touch. The Jupiter performed admirably. It made very satisfactory bow waves and a second set of waves from its stern and could even carry deck loads of stones and seaweed, though sand tended to wash off. In subsequent years I added a second straight-deck freighter, the Arcturus (named for another Interlake freighter), larger and with a more carefully fashioned hull, and a still more realistically moulded package freighter, the Scorpio, modelled after the great Lakes Transit Company package freighter Daniel Willard, and, like it, panted white and green. The three boats looked quite impressive when anchored a little offshore on a calm day.”

John did a fine job of building the model. The photo below shows the real Jupiter. The model has the same shape. Even the model’s proportions are similar—the real Jupiter was 346 feet long and 48 feet wide, while John’s model was 32x4 inches. The Jupiter was built in 1901 and was owned by Interlake Steamship Company from 1913 through 1936.

John’s memoir continued:

“They apparently impressed other kids in the neighborhood at Port Huron. One night when I had left the two ore freighters on the railing of the cottage porch, two boys crept up and stole them. They were halfway down the block with them when, by the merest chance, my parents, returning from an evening walk, saw the boys hurrying furtively across a yard near a street corner. My father recognized the boats as their high gloss enamel reflected the light of the nearby streetlight, and he yelled at the kids to ‘put them down’ which they did. After that I made a point of taking my boats indoors when I finished playing with them.”

“In Adelphi one summer when Steve was still small, I got out the old Jupiter (I had kept all three boats) for him to play with in the ponds of the George Washington Cemetery behind our Lackawanna Street house. The boat had not been in the water in more than 20 years, and the forward cabins absorbed moisture, expanded, and cracked around their nails. I had never gotten over my emotional attachment to the boat and set about to remodel it, reshaping the hull fore and aft, replacing the cabins and the funnel, adding hatches amidships and a coal hatch atop the after cabin, and repainting it. I have kept it still and still derive a sense of pleasure when I look at it.”

One of the sections John repaired as an adult.

Reading these passages makes us even more grateful that we decided to keep the model and pass it down to John’s descendants. It is a marvelous, very personal heirloom, a reminder to our daughter and son of the grandfather they loved, and a glimpse into the little boy he once was.   

Sources:

BGSU Libraries. Historical Collections of the Great Lakes. “Jupiter”. Photo and specs of the freighter Jupiter. https://greatlakes.bgsu.edu/item/436097

Memoirs of John Shields Aird, pages 91-92.

 

Blue-Grass Musician Cousin: 52 Ancestors 2025 Prompt “Musical”

Musical Magic on Guitar and Mandolin

Lincoln Sutherland Crockett (Paternal Second Cousin)

 

Most of my blog posts focus on ancestors from the past, but every once in a while I run across a living relative who is so interesting that I do a brief post on them. In those cases, I make sure to never disclose any private information, as that is simply rude and irresponsible. I only convey information that they themselves have put out into the world of social media.

When I saw the prompt “Musical”, I immediately thought of Lincoln Crockett. While adding him to the tree years ago, I found a newspaper article about a past folk music performance he gave. Curious, I googled him and discovered YouTube videos of some of his music. I really enjoyed it. My favorite piece was “Sawdust Settler”, a solo piece for mandolin and voice. It was lovely. I have included the link to the YouTube video of that piece below.

Gibson Mandolin Orchestra. Wikimedia Commons Photo by Gregg Miner.

Lincoln is the son of Margaret Sutherland Shields and Stephen Crockett, and the grandson of Great-Uncle Archie Shields and Ruth Patterson Shields. Lincoln lives and performs in the Portland, Oregon area. He also works as an energy healer.

I am including a portion from a bio Lincoln posted (see citation below) that helps to describe his music:

“Lincoln Crockett is the real deal, a talented performer singing standout originals on mandolin & guitar, all while playing leads, rhythms and chords all at the same time. He holds audiences’ attention with the expansiveness in his voice and his ability to move a mountain of music through his instruments. Crockett has a style all his own he sometimes calls “progfolk.”  He twists jazz, bluegrass, prog-rock and folk into an affecting set of wry soul-searching with uplifting spiritual flavor specific to no genre. The combined effect has garnered Crockett attention from within the music community in the Pacific Northwest, the reputation of being a “musician's musician” and devoted audience support.”

He is a wonderful musician, and I encourage everyone to check out his music online.

Sources:

YouTube page for Lincoln Crockett. https://www.youtube.com/@SpiritAmerican

Recording of “Sawdust Settler”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08JzpC7HuDs

Recording of “Nothing Makes Me Feel Good”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTNHnS6hlfs

Lincoln Sutherland Crockett Bio: “One Artist, Many Passions.” https://griefwatch.com/pages/lincoln-crockett?srsltid=AfmBOooE5o1uPB5zbTkK6nKhMnTxKIUHqyuqUDkW3RQHq39w569WGj92

Mandolin photo. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gibson-mandolin-orchestra.jpg. Gregg Miner, CC BY-SA 3.0 <http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/>, via Wikimedia Commons

Laurel’s Banana Bread: 52 Ancestors 2025 Prompt “Family Recipe”

Crumbling Recipe Card is a Sweet Reminder

Laurel Emily Jandy: 1926-2016 (Mother)

 

One of our favorite family recipes is a banana bread recipe Bruce’s mom Laurel gave me. Not only is it a great and easy recipe, but the recipe card is written in Laurel’s hand. Just seeing that handwriting brings back fond memories.

The recipe card has seen hard use in the thirty-five years I’ve had it. There are grease stains, scorch marks, and  fingerprints that have left brown marks. Also, paper moths or silverfish have been nibbling on the note card. It is almost unreadable in its current form. Luckily, I transcribed it long ago. I keep the old, beaten-up card for sentimental reasons. The transcription can be found further below.

The recipe is titled “Hawaiian Banana Bread”. There is nothing particularly Hawaiian about the recipe—no pineapple or coconut, for example. It has the traditional banana bread ingredients of flour, sugar, baking soda, bananas, eggs and shortening, but the instructions are a little different than a typical banana bread recipe.  First, the liquid ingredients—eggs, butter or margarine, and ripe or over-ripe bananas—are to be turned into an emulsion in a blender. This makes the batter very smooth. And second, the batter is a little thinner and is poured into an 8x8 inch cake pan for baking instead of a bread pan. The end result is a super-moist, cake-like banana bread.

I seem to remember that Laurel called it Hawaiian Banana Bread because she got the recipe from someone in Hawaii while she and John were visiting there around 1990. But I may not be recalling that correctly.

Transcription of Laurel's recipe card

I occasionally add chopped nuts, or mini chocolate chips to the batter. This recipe is our favorite way to use up over-ripe bananas. It’s a sweet treat—both in flavor and as a reminder of a sweet lady.