The transcribed diaries of an "original" pioneer doctor's daughter, Trixie Elizabeth Jones-Gideon. Thanks for stopping by!
Monday, May 26, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
George and Trixie's Wedding- January 23, 1912
The Wedding
Tuesday, January 23, 1912
Very pretty day. I came down early and wrote some letters, called Dollie up. Everybody has something to say about us marrying. Geo came by a minute. I went up home at noon and helped around some. Mama and Lucile had prepared the dinner. I then bathed and began to dress. Mrs. Orme came in to see me a minute. Cecil and Mrs. Gideon. Sutton and Davis and Bro. Williams came. I looked out and saw Geo coming down the road. Oh, how I did feel! I called him in just before we went in. He said, "Gee, kid! You are all dressed up!" We sat on my trunk a minute and he kissed me (their first kiss during their courtship). Then Bro. Williams tied the knot at 5. Dad, Stanley and nearly everybody cried. Byron wouldn't come and see it. Poor old Dad- I was so worried about him. Mama was too. I changed my dress and put on my lavender suit and we started to the train. Geo stepped on porch with suitcase- a big bunch came up from the glass plant, blowing horns. They were masked on horses, etc.. They had a little clown cart for us so we crawled right in.
Tuesday, January 23, 1912
Very pretty day. I came down early and wrote some letters, called Dollie up. Everybody has something to say about us marrying. Geo came by a minute. I went up home at noon and helped around some. Mama and Lucile had prepared the dinner. I then bathed and began to dress. Mrs. Orme came in to see me a minute. Cecil and Mrs. Gideon. Sutton and Davis and Bro. Williams came. I looked out and saw Geo coming down the road. Oh, how I did feel! I called him in just before we went in. He said, "Gee, kid! You are all dressed up!" We sat on my trunk a minute and he kissed me (their first kiss during their courtship). Then Bro. Williams tied the knot at 5. Dad, Stanley and nearly everybody cried. Byron wouldn't come and see it. Poor old Dad- I was so worried about him. Mama was too. I changed my dress and put on my lavender suit and we started to the train. Geo stepped on porch with suitcase- a big bunch came up from the glass plant, blowing horns. They were masked on horses, etc.. They had a little clown cart for us so we crawled right in.
| The trunk. So beautiful and so much history. |
| Geo and Trixie on their wedding day. Such a beautiful couple. |
| Trixie's wedding dress. The waist is tiny. The picture doesn't do it justice. It's yellowed with age and a little brittle but still beautiful. I am sure she made it herself. |
| Newspaper Wedding Announcement |
| Another announcement. |
| Wedding Card from some friends |
| The parents. Annie and Dr. EA Jones Lee Roy and Amanda Frances Gideon. This was taken a little later in 1914. |
Friday, May 9, 2014
Trixie's No Cook Strawberry Jam
| Trixie- She was always pretty. |
| Fresh Strawberries- blurry- I know! |
| Chop them up, add sugar and lemon juice. Let them sit for about 20 minutes. |
| Get your fruit pectin ready! I used 3 Tbs. I just guessed on this one since it wasn't in a packet. |
| Dissolve in some water and then bring to a boil for 1 minute. |
| Add it to the strawberry/sugar/lemon juice mixture and stir well for two minutes. |
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Marjorie's Mother's Day Poetry
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Mother's Day is coming up!
| Trixie and some of Mildred's family. |
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| Grandson Tommy and Grandma Gid (Trixie) |
| From a notebook of Trixie's |
| Another Mother's Day note from Trixie |
| Marjorie, Mildred, Trixie, and Francie (pregnant with Joel while my Dad was in Vietnam but that is a different story) |
| Francie, Trixie, and Mildred |
| Trixie and her first born, Georgia Lucile. So pretty! |
| Trixie and all but one of her kids. Aren't they all so good looking! |
| Francie, Mildred, Trixie and Mama (Annie) Jones |
| Mama Jones, Trixie and her pretty girls. |
| Trixie and the first four. |
| Trixie and daughters. Such a cute photo. |
| Aunt Sis (Georgia Lucile) and baby, Trixie, Mama Jones |
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