THE YAYA TREE - AND ITS ROOTS - ROOTS TO OURSELVES - FROM CASTLES, CHATEAUS AND HOMES ON THE RANGE
for my children, their children and theirs, this blog is created to capture a genealogical glimpse into the WHO of each of them - the WHEN and WHERE of them - a glimpse from yesteryear, yesterday, today and into tomorrow -
I AM CALLED WOMAN...

i am called woman i am all that you see and so much more three in one all compiled i am the wee girl child choosing you from before to carry me then set me free i am the lover banshee quenching desire from every shore leaving all who linger more beguiled i am the earth mother styled to hold you to love you then have you soar to be the wee girl child the lover banshee the all of me i am called woman - 2009 jenean corette gilstrap
feel free to WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and leave me A NOTE IN THE SAND -
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
MY SECOND YEAR
august 11, 1944 - august 11, 1945

from left, aunt fay from minden, louisiana - mamastrap - and aunt mae, who, as usual, was dressed in one of her many many brightly colored floral print dresses - were her hands visible, her weekly manicured nails in fire engine red would be seen - as was the custom in that time, all the women dressed daily in beautiful dresses and silk hose - their hair and nails were done every week at the local "beauty shop" where the latest gossip was exchanged and tea and cookies served -
in april of 1945, my sister and i are posed in front of mamastrap's house and as is quite visible, again, i am not at all happy with the frilly frills of my frock -
- visible in the window behind us are the crocheted curtains hanging - these beautiful handmade crocheted pieces were everywhere at mamastrap's - in the form of chair back/arm protective pieces and curtains and even coverlets on the beds - her flower boxes were always in bloom and her yard full of gorgeous hydrangeas in pinks and blues - but my favorite of all her plants was - and still is - the lantana - i was fascinated by it's little flowers within a flower head - she had them in every color -
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