Through the Years

"Jennie Allen Turner funeral"
In 1892 my great grandfather Howard Turner was shot to death at a bar-b-que. This is a photograph of his wife and children in mourning. Twenty six year old  Jennie Allen Turner holds two year old Daisy Pearl Turner while four year old Fannie Mae Turner stands beside her.  Fannie was my maternal grandmother.
"Jennie Allen Turner and Daughters"
Jennie and daughters in Montgomery, Alabama. Fannie, Jennie and Alice in the front. Daisy in the back. About 1916.
"Daisy, Jennie and Fannie"
Daisy Turner, Jennie Turner and Fannie Turner Graham standing outside of my grandparent’s fence for a photograph, probably on a Sunday after attending service at Plymouth Congregational Church.
My grandmother, Fannie Turner Graham and my oldest daughter, Jilo. Detroit, 1972.

 

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17 thoughts on “Through the Years”

  1. Looking at the 1937 picture, that was the year my father started attending Plymouth. I often find connection to your family postings.

  2. Hey that’s me with Nanny!
    Makes one reflect on how time flies looking at her through the years and thinking about myself now…44 years later….and all the time in between.

  3. Fannie didn’t change too much from the 1892 photo to 1916. She must have been over 90 in the final photo and she still looks limber enough to play with your daughter!

    1. She changed a lot. In the first photo she was the 4 year old. In the last one she was in her early 84. She died three years later at 87.

  4. It appears that Jennie is a strong woman – she’d have to be to lose a husband that young, and in such a violent way. That’s the firts time I”ve ever heard of anyone being shot at a bar -b- que!

  5. It was good to see you back on Sepia Saturday, Kristin, with a lovely, if poignant, tribute to your grandmother. The photograph of her in her widow’s weeds is so sad, but compares with her happy smile when playing with your daughter.

  6. I love that first shot and the obvious affection it has been paid over the years. Tattered and still loved.

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