Generations...

I've been thinking lately about my family history. What started it was the mad dash to find my Birth Certificate so I could renew my drivers license. So this meant going through almost every place we keep old baby books, important papers, non important papers. It was a wild morning, but along the way I was reminded of the family members who had gone on before... Who they were, what they did for a living, the hurt that some of them had to endure.

SO here's a little bit about my family history... I'm a.... ummm what I've gotta think a minute... (mentally hum to yourself the Jeopardy song)... OK I'm ready... First off I will only be talking about my mothers side of the family, to me it's the only family I have. OK I'm an at least 6th generation farmer on the Lubbers branch... I'm sure it goes back farther but I don't know. The Lubbers immigrated from Germany sometime in the late 1800's.

On the Bourne connection I'm well... That family farmed when they were in Plymouth. One of the stories goes that my family was thrown out of Plymouth for not keeping their pigs penned up as the naughty little pigs got into some gardens. Which WAY WAY WAY back then would have been something horrible.

The Lubbers (my great grandfather) side was the joking fun loving group. Also very generous... But there was a lot of hurt.

The Bourne (my great grandmother) side there was hurt there also. Hard working and serious. So the two sides to came together have balanced out. Arthur and Juanita (Bourne) Lubbers had my grandmother, a son who died soon after birth (he was a blue baby...), and my great-aunt Linda.

My g.grandfathers mother left him, his sister, and there father when they were fairly young. She took the youngest (a bother) and went to Colorado. She had problems... anyway she became a cook and at times a nanny to then the celebrities who would come out there. At some point her and Jurko divorced. She never remarried, he did but wasn't happy. And was thinking of divorcing her and going back with grandma. If she would have him I suppose. But he died before that happened.

My g.grandmother was a year old when her father was kicked in the head by a mule. He died of tetanus soon after the medicine arrived. Her mother went on the remarry. She had a full sister and a half bother. Her and my grandfather met when he was on a threshing crew and she and her mother and sister were cooking the meals for the crew, since that was what the women did back then. They would elope sometime later. And so that began it all... for me... in most resent times that is...