1866 October 1 – Jennie Allen Turner born (Alice’s mother)
1888 March 12 – Fannie born (Alice’s oldest sister)
1890 May – Daisy born (sister)
1905 Jennie married Wright (according to the 1910 census)
1910 Census – 7th Precinct, Montgomery 19 April 1910
Top of the page is Sallie H. Wright, a widow and a teacher
Address 712 E. Grove Street
Jennie T. Wright – age 40 2nd marriage, 5 years Dressmaker – 3 children, all living (44)
Fannie Mae Turner – age 20 book keeper (22)
Daisy Turner – age 17 clerk (20)
Alice Wright – age 2 father born North Carolina (after this census Alice’s last name is always given as “Turner”, Jennie’s first husband who died in 1892.)
1918 – Daisy taught school at Booker Washington Elementary
1919 – Daisy taught school at Booker Washington Elementary
1920 Census – Precinct 7 (part of) 19 January 1920 Montgomery Alabama
Address 712 Grove Street
Jennie Turner – age 52 – Widow Seamstress (54)
Daisy Turner – age 25 clerk at grocery (30)
Alice Turner – age 11 – attended school, can read and write.
1921 July 31, photo taken in Windsor, Ontario with Beulah and Robert Pope
1922 Nov. 23 Letter from Victor Tulane, he’s shipping Gr.Turner’s things to Detroit.
1924 Oct 11 – Certificate of Survey for Theodore applicant Fred L. Marsh
1920’s – Undated photograph of seamstresses at Anis Furs. Jennie, Daisy and Alice are all in the photo.
1930 Census – Precinct 57 3 Apr 1930 Detroit, Michigan
Address 4836 Harding
Jennie Turner – age 62 – owns home. Worth $7,000 Widow. Not working (64)
Daisy Turner – age 30 – single Head portreress at a Fur Store (40)
Alice E. Turner – age 21 – single. Not working
1954 March 28 – Mother Jennie dies. Alice continues to live with sister Daisy in same house.
1961 November 24 – Daisy dies after a days illness. Alice moves in with her sister Fannie and her husband Mershell.
During this time Alice is diagnosed with schizophrenia.
1963 SSN issued 365-48-4560
1964 August 18 – Alice made her best/last cake (Entry in Fannie’s bible)
1966 April 18 Alice’s Aunt Abbie becomes ill and is moved to a nursing home. Dies on this date.
1968 Summer – Family moves to a flat with Doris (Fannie’s daughter & Alice’s niece)
1973 September 6 – Brother-in-law Mershell Graham Sr dies (Alice’s brother-in-law)
1973 – Sister Fannie has a stroke and is moved to a nursing home. Alice is moved to senior housing.
1974 August 13 – Sister Fannie Mae Turner Graham dies.
1974 September 27 – Guardianship of Alice Turner, a mentally incompetent person, to niece Doris
1982 April 30 – Niece Doris dies and guardianship turned over to niece Mary V.
1994 November 16 – Alice dies after being in failing health.
1994 November – Cremated and ashes buried in mother Jennie’s grave in Detroit Memorial Park Cemetery.
Just The Facts – Timeline For My Great Aunt Alice
1866 October 1 – Jennie Allen Turner born (Alice’s mother)
15 thoughts on “Just The Facts – Timeline For My Great Aunt Alice”
but what was "wrong" with her"?…
she heard voices and talked to people none of the rest of us could see.
so either she was schyzo or a medium.
Right. Nobody listened, so if she had a message for us it was lost forever. She was diagnosed as schizophrenic and spent time at yipsilanti mental hospital where they tried to get rid of the voices. Sometimes after she moved back with my grandparents they still slipped through.
pray tell me she didn't get electro shocks. some still view those as a viable treatment for mental illness…
I hope not. I wasn't paying attention and everyone who would know is dead now. The hospital was razed and I have no idea where the records are or if I could get copies. This was in the early 1960s,so they were doing lots of stuff that helped no one. I just don't know.
the '60s? surely she had a "few" sessions… sad really!!
a safe and loving environment, a strict regiment of medications and they can function now. it's when they start juggling with their meds or stopping them altogether that they get in trouble.
we think we're so smart and yet, we know so little still about the brain.
I'm pretty sure my grandfather would make sure she took her medication. Alice also had polio when she was a child which left her with one leg noticibly shorter then the other. Forgot if I mentioned that above.
I've been asking cousins and sister for their memories and interesting but not surprising how they differ both from each other and from the known facts.
i guess, depending of their age, and how comfortable they were when confronted with someone… "different"[?], all this would alter their perception of the time spent with her. some folks respond better than others.
I think the younger generation was more open to difference that was perceived as illness then were my grandparents.
well, if it was anything like here, it was a shame, a curse, the evil eye, you see where i'm going with this, right?… now tell me: who was the craziest? the patient, or those fools?
I don't think they thought it was the evil eye but a shame, maybe due to something the person did that brought it on. I remember reading Doris lessings book…can't remember the name, but it was about hearing the voices and they really were voices and wondering if that was the case with Alice.
The Book by Doris Lessing was "Four Gated City".
the name is unfamiliar to me, but to be quite honest, for at least the last 5 years, i've hardly read any books. i was better disposed to reading in my first 30 years. now, it's all computer, photography and blogging. it's nice to express myself, but i'd like to expand my mind as well, though i do, somehow…
when i was working at the E.R., we had a psy crisis center and i had to deal with such patients. i never told them there were no voices. only that he/she was stronger than they were and that i was there to help. i still see some of them on the street or as out patients and they seem to remember me favorably… there was no judgement on my part, just a desire to assist them in their time of crisis.
It came out in 1969 so it's not new. I find I don't read much either.
I think the younger people in the family – my generation were non-jugemental. The voices didn't seem to be telling her to do bad things. Sometimes she would laugh, we just couldn't hear them. The world was pretty bizzare. Still is. Who knows what's there that we can't all connect with. I'm glad your patients had you to deal with them!!
On my way to the botanical gardens this morning for my birthday. hope i find some good photos 😉
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