Come Wade With Me Through The Owsley Tidepool !
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I am the daughter of Eugene Jackson Adams, born 14 June 1912 in Heflin, Alabama and died 16 April 1969 in Birmingham, Alabama and his second wife Edna Owsley Hill, born 30 September 1919 in Highland Park, Illinois and died 25 May 1987 in Ormond Beach, Florida. My GodParents were Evelyn and Wilbur Fish.

As a young girl my Aunt Minnie taught me to draw and my Aunt Milancie to write poetry. My mother gave me the love for the ocean and my Grandmother the passion for genealogy!

I think my mother and I were born with sand between our toes and saltwater in our blood. I learned to walk on the beach and even before I was walking, she taught me to swim in the ocean.

My grandparents first came to Florida on their honeymoon in 1912 on a train from Chicago to Key West.

In the early 1950s, when I was very young my mother and I and often my grandmother and sometimes my sister would awaken to hurry down to the beach to wade in the pools left behind by the tides. There we would find starfish, hermit crabs, sand dollars, and the most wondrous shells. We always took a loaf of bread to feed the gulls and I always had my trusty bucket and spade to gather up coquinas from which my grandmother would make the most wonderful chowder.

Later after the evening meal we would gather about the crackling fire to dig through old photographs and listen to my grandmother talk about her childhood, her siblings, her parents and grandparents and her many, many uncles, aunts and cousins.

Come Wade With Me Through The Owsley Tidepool !
Also visit my trees on Ancestry.com

I am the daughter of Eugene Jackson Adams, born 14 June 1912 in Heflin, Alabama and died 16 April 1969 in Birmingham, Alabama and his second wife Edna Owsley Hill, born 30 September 1919 in Highland Park, Illinois and died 25 May 1987 in Ormond Beach, Florida. My GodParents were Evelyn and Wilbur Fish.

As a young girl my Aunt Minnie taught me to draw and my Aunt Milancie to write poetry. My mother gave me the love for the ocean and my Grandmother the passion for genealogy!

I think my mother and I were born with sand between our toes and saltwater in our blood. I learned to walk on the beach and even before I was walking, she taught me to swim in the ocean.

My grandparents first came to Florida on their honeymoon in 1912 on a train from Chicago to Key West.

In the early 1950s, when I was very young my mother and I and often my grandmother and sometimes my sister would awaken to hurry down to the beach to wade in the pools left behind by the tides. There we would find starfish, hermit crabs, sand dollars, and the most wondrous shells. We always took a loaf of bread to feed the gulls and I always had my trusty bucket and spade to gather up coquinas from which my grandmother would make the most wonderful chowder.

Later after the evening meal we would gather about the crackling fire to dig through old photographs and listen to my grandmother talk about her childhood, her siblings, her parents and grandparents and her many, many uncles, aunts and cousins.