Myrtle Laxton Barnes with her first baby Grover Jr. - 1918 |
Buddy visiting his Mother in 1943 - Outing to Mohawk Park |
Grover Jr. visiting his Mother in 1943 at the Sanatorium in either Tulsa or Vinita |
Christmas 1955 - Myrtle with her children Son, William Paul "Buddy" holding his son Bill; Daughter, Betty; Myrtle; Son, Grover Jr. |
Memorial Day 1956 Grover Jr.- Myrtle-Buddy |
Fall of 1956: Mike, Grover Jr.'s son; Myrtle; Grover Jr. |
My Mother, Barbara Barnes and My Grandma, Myrtle Barnes |
Holding her first Granddaughter - August 1957 Mike Barnes, Grandma Barnes holding Frances, and Grover Jr. |
Christmas 1962 Grandma Barnes with Frances and Ellen |
First Great Grandchild - First Grandchild
Four Generations
Mike with Baby Michelle, Great Grandma Barnes, Grandpa Barnes
Since I started searching for answers to the questions I always had about my Grandma Barnes, I not only learned a great deal about her, but also about my Father and Grandfather. For me personally, it has been a difficult, but at the same time, rewarding journey.
It's difficult to find out how she and her children, my Dad, Uncle and Aunt suffered at the hand of my Grandfather. It is also difficult for me to understand why she did not fight back. I don't mean physically, but emotionally. Maybe I could understand it better if I knew more about her childhood. What was it like for her to loose her father before she was born and then become part of a large blended family at the age of two? And what was she like as a young woman before meeting and marrying Grover Sr? But as it is, I just cannot understand why she went back to him after she tried to get away in 1929 when the children were small. Another thing, it was difficult finding out that my Grandfather was more despicable that any of us knew. My mother, who was equally shocked, asked me if it bothered me to know that someone like him is my blood kin. It doesn't bother me, because Grover Sr. does not define who I am as a person. However, I do believe his actions and choices ultimately contributed in shaping my life. Because of the wrong choices my Grandfather made, my Dad in turn made a choice as to how myself and my siblings were raised.
The rewarding part for me, was a new understanding of my Dad. I loved my Father very much, but after this I have new admiration and respect for him. He was determined to give us a better family life than he had. I didn't always agree with him, but what children always agree with their parents? I know my children do not! He could be strict about so many things and obsessive about family activities, but it was the best way he knew to show how much he loved us. I admire him for the way he cared for his family, his mother and how he put the deeds of his father behind him. He never downed his father to us, he never used him or his upbringing as an excuse, he just moved forward striving to be a better man.
I still want to know more about my Grandma Barnes. I don't know if I ever will, but I have come so far and cannot rest until I search further. It saddens me that this dear woman that many of us spent so much time with and loved so very much, was someone we actually did not know. I don't think my Dad, Buddy or Betty ever really knew what she was thinking or ever had a time when they were old enough to remember talking or hear her share her feelings. I do know that she was so happy to be with her children and grandchildren. She may not have been able to say our names, we were just "Honey", but she knew who we were and she enjoyed the family outings. She enjoyed going for a ride, coming to our homes, to the lake and most of all to the malt shop for a "hamburger and Malt"! I confess it is one of my favorite memories too, only for me it was a hamburger and chocolate dipped vanilla cone!
Another thing I have learned, is that I do not believe my Grandmother always had a mental problem. I believe Grover Sr. drove her to a mental breakdown and she was just not strong enough to fight back. I wish my Dad was alive right now for me to talk to and I could have shared this journey with him. Maybe I could have made him understand how important it is to know and understand our family history. I believe acknowledgement of past hurts and tragedy can be the beginning of healing. Also, everything we learn about our family ancestors can give us a better understanding of ourselves and the family we live and interact with.
I'd like to close sharing some of the last pictures I know of with Grandma Barnes. It is the last special memory I have of her with my Dad. Chester and I took our brand new first born child to meet his Great Grandmother. It was a special moment for me to see my Dad so proud of his grandson and so happy to share Josh with his mother. That year before she died, we had moved back to Tulsa and I was able to visit her more often. Daddy was moved to a substation in Tulsa and they had moved Grandma Barnes to a nursing home close to his work and Buddy's home. It made it easy for Daddy to check on her frequently, so I would find times to meet with him to visit her. I guess because I was a new mother I looked at my Dad in a new light. I would walk away from our visits so touched by the tenderness he had with her. When he was with her, he wasn't my Dad, he was a little boy worried and caring for his Mother. He loved her very much and he showed it not only in the way he cared for her, but in the way he looked at her. I also admire my Mother, because she supported my Dad and helped him care for her. Mother loved her as a daughter.
Myrtle Laxton Barnes may not have been an emotionally strong woman, but the love of her children gave her strength and a will to live a long life. And during that time she passed along that strength to all of us.........
Myrtle Laxton Barnes may not have been an emotionally strong woman, but the love of her children gave her strength and a will to live a long life. And during that time she passed along that strength to all of us.........
I love they way Josh is holding her finger and all our hands are in the picture |
Four Generations Great Grandma Barnes, Grandpa Barnes, Frances and Baby Joshua October, 1980 |