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for the page for the Hoedle get-together on April 17, 2005!!!!
to a family
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........the home pages of the Hoedle and MacMillan
family, which will begin with Thomas MacMillan and Josephine Hoedle. On this page, I will touch on their background and photos, before moving on to the MacMillan children and their families. Then
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My Dad's stepmother was Florence Cadwallader Collins MacMillan. His father was William Collins, who died about 1915. Florence was his Dad's sister, and raised him. She died about 1954. | ||||
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My Dad had a step-brother, William, who married
Agnes, both of whom died childless. He knows of no other kin. My Dad died in September of 2003. |
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This first photo is, I believe, Aunt Ida left, cousin Jean in front of her,
cousin Evelyn beside her, Aunt Margaret, and my Mom, Josephine.
I am guessing the year as about 1927.
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Left - My Mom under the loungechair, then Aunt Ida, Aunt Floss, and Aunt Milly - 1958.
Second, Aunt Floss, Aunt Margaret, Aunt Milly, Aunt Elsie, and Aunt Thelma on top,
Aunt Ida, Aunt Catherine, and cousin Evelyn bottom - 1959.
Right - Aunt Elsie, Aunt Catherine, Aunt Floss, Aunt Ida, my Mom at bottom - 1976.
THE PAST
From where do I originate?
How do my genes derive their fate?
Do my light-hair, tall-frame, stubborn traits
march down from long-gone ancestors late?
Does my tendency to always debate
and sometimes attempt to mediate
flow through my genes from my great-great-great,
or come from my Libra stars and fate?
Am I stubborn from my German stock?
Argumentative from my Celtic flock?
Is the reddish tint in my brownish hair
from my Welsh great-grandparents' tresses fair?
Do my blue eyes' smile from my face come down
from my great-great-great GrandDad renown
who drove a stagecoach over roads untold
from the town of Dorfen, in Germany old?
And does proud, unrelenting blood now dwell
in my veins from the wild ones known as Celts?
If we wanted to do so, could we quell
the genes and blood that the ages foretell,
that bide in our bodies, impel and compel,
and give us pause to rebel or excel?
Or would the long-ago feelings swell
in our blood until we know them well?
We search for the previous and before
to pore over now and evermore;
to learn of beginnings, Karma and lore,
and what of ourselves dates back to yore.
© Joyce P. Hale
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This page was created on 1/20/2000.
Please continue our chronicle on the following
pages......
Visit my personal website
of photos and poetry
MacMillans
Joyce's grandchildren
November 2005
Dedicated to Bonnie
May 2006