Throwing a nod to my family history blog today in celebration of my grandma Ley’s 100th birthday. Any kind of man is not a man if he doesn’t know where he came from. I was blessed to spend lots of time and share a hometown with my grandparents. More on genealogy and the fascination it holds for me later. For now, happy birthday, Sue! We love and miss you.
Whispering Across the Campfire
Me and Grandma Ley, her house, 1979.
Happy 100th Birthday, Suzanne Abbott Weible Ley
I was blessed to grow up in a town where I was only a short drive — or bike ride — from my grandparents.
It’s not so usual today, with families spread across the country, or, in some cases, the globe. But Dover, Ohio had been home to both sides of my family for better than 100 years, with the roots of the Leys stretching back to the next county over in the early 1800s, and the Weibles just south of Dover and its sister city, New Philadelphia, about a decade earlier than that.
It was important to my parents that we grew up knowing both sides of my family, and we sure did. Birthdays, grandparents days at school, rides to and from track and cross country and band practices, piano recitals, spelling bees, Thanksgivings, Christmases…
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