Happy Belated Birthday #3

Emma Marie Hartmann Ronca

18 Jan 1919 to 15 Jan 2004

This is my Aunt Em she was my favorite Aunt.  

When I was younger she took me to the Bronx Zoo and to Radio City Music Hall and we did all kinds of fun things.  I can remember waiting for her as she walled from the bus stop to our home in Whitestone, Queens, New York.  

She was single for a while and married when she was 36, so I lucked out on having some of her attention.  I didn't go to her wedding my parents thought I was too young, and I had to stay at a neighbors home, well I was only 7.  I wish she was still around to tell me more of the family stories my Dad would never tell me.  She always told me she loved both of my mothers without hesitation, she thought they were both wonderful women.  

So was my aunt, she was spunky, independent, kind and honest.  

When I was complaining to her about some of the sass and issues I was having with the big kids, she told me I was a sassy lass myself.  Which is true, but I sometimes forget that. 

Here is Aunt Em at her 80th birthday with 2 of her three sons. 

Happy Birthday Aunt Em, miss ya.

This is the birthday I really wanted to remember but forgot to add her to my to do list before her birthday, than I was too busy to write until now. 

Happy Belated Birthday #2

I wasn't sure I wanted to do this birthday because he is still very much among the living.  So I want to respect his privacy.  He is the youngest of my big kids. 

Born 12 Jan in some year not to long ago a day after his grandpa William Francis Bowden.  

This is Kinsen V. Bowden

This was his picture when he was a Senior.  Handsome kid isn't he.  This was more than 10 years ago. 

I don't have a good recent picture. 

Of the three kids that came with my husband Richard.  He was the easy kid.  The peacemaker.  He is kind, thoughtful and sees things to do done and does them.  I always enjoy having him around. 

I wish him the best in life.   

Happy Belated Birthday

Well the best laid plans of men and mice can really get messed up.  Of course there was a little poor planning (I forgot to mark my calender to do these tasks) and a little indecision (should I really include or not). 

The first birthday I missed was Bill's.  I wasn't sure I wanted to include him because, well he isn't my blood line but he was a good man and I respected him a lot and liked him, so I am including him.  

That is the Dad in this picture and the little fellow in this picture is my husband.  

William Francis Bowden Jr.  

11 Jan 1921 to 24 Sept 2007

I forgot when this picture was taken and why and my husband isn't hear to ask.  By the time I meet him he was wearing gold rims.

I meet him after Richard and I had been dating for awhile.  He was a kind, patient, giving man.  Strong in his faith and an example of being faithful to the end.  He wanted the best for his children.  He took great care of his wife when she was dying in 2005 with the help of his daughters and granddaughters.  

Happy Birthday,Annette!

One of the bloggers I follow does this really cool thing where she wishes her ancestors Happy Birthday or remembers someone on an anniversary.  I felt it was a good idea and I had wanted to try it two years ago.   Well two special girls came to live with me and I have been busy.  This year I decided to try my hand at it.  After all I need to make time for my interests.  

So today, the 7th of January 1919 my Mom, Annette Carolyna Corkish was born.  Her parents were Alfred B. Corkish and Mildred E. Swan.  She was born on Nantucket Island the youngest of six children.  

I don't know much about her early life.

She studied nursing in Boston and became an Army nurse in the Pacific at the end of WWII.  After the war she moved to NYC and lived with a sister.  She meet and married my Dad.

Family lore has it she was one of the nurses who cared for my mother when she was dying of Breast Cancer.   

She was a strong women to take on my Dad and me, a 16 month old when they married. 

Annette on her Wedding Day

She definitively was pretty!

She also did a good job of taking care of me and my three half brothers she had with my Dad.  Unfortunately she also died too young from Colon Cancer in 1965 a week before my 17th birthday.   

She never wanted me to be a nurse, she told me the work was hard and boy she was right.  I never regretted my decision to be a nurse and I am sure is proud of the good career I had as a nurse. 

Happy 96th Birthday!

I think of you often and I am glad you were a part of my life.