My name is Roy R Adkins and Hallie [Lowe] Adkins was my mother.I started this because so many family members were not being remembered from the past. Somtimes were to busy living our own lifes when we should have been listening with better ears. So this is for the people who have forgotten or to old to remember.
My father died 3 months before I found him. I remember one weekend when I was about 8 years old, that we were cleaning the house and my mother had run across this box. I had seen it before but never really paid much attention to it. Mom said it belonged to her real mother Sylvia and it was full of family pictures that I hadn't ever seen. It would come to be known as the Elswick box. It was old and dusty and better than a hundred years old I thought as she opened it. When she opened the old box it smelled musty and damp inside and I was in awe. Who is that lady? Who is that man? Where was that picture taken, as she allowed me to be inquisitive. When she started explaining whom these people where and how they fit into all of our lives. I listened in amazement as she proceeded. She started telling us the story's about her father and his father and his father. Her real mother and where they came from how her parents met. Why her and her brothers had to be put in an orphanage in this place called Homesville Ohio. And then she had held four pictures in her hand. She then laid them in front of us and said," these are the only pictures I have of your father!" My father I asked? The reply was yes. His name was Millard Musco Adkins and his father was Dewey Woodrow Adkins. I now had more questions? She did her best to answer all of them in a very pleasant and understanding way. How was I ever going to remember all of this I thought to my self.

My name is Roy R Adkins and Hallie [Lowe] Adkins was my mother.I started this because so many family members were not being remembered from the past. Somtimes were to busy living our own lifes when we should have been listening with better ears. So this is for the people who have forgotten or to old to remember.
My father died 3 months before I found him. I remember one weekend when I was about 8 years old, that we were cleaning the house and my mother had run across this box. I had seen it before but never really paid much attention to it. Mom said it belonged to her real mother Sylvia and it was full of family pictures that I hadn't ever seen. It would come to be known as the Elswick box. It was old and dusty and better than a hundred years old I thought as she opened it. When she opened the old box it smelled musty and damp inside and I was in awe. Who is that lady? Who is that man? Where was that picture taken, as she allowed me to be inquisitive. When she started explaining whom these people where and how they fit into all of our lives. I listened in amazement as she proceeded. She started telling us the story's about her father and his father and his father. Her real mother and where they came from how her parents met. Why her and her brothers had to be put in an orphanage in this place called Homesville Ohio. And then she had held four pictures in her hand. She then laid them in front of us and said," these are the only pictures I have of your father!" My father I asked? The reply was yes. His name was Millard Musco Adkins and his father was Dewey Woodrow Adkins. I now had more questions? She did her best to answer all of them in a very pleasant and understanding way. How was I ever going to remember all of this I thought to my self.