(btw...that's not my grandmother in the photo, it was my grandfather's girlfriend he met in Paris before he knew my grandmother, she always hated that photo!)
She was born in 1934 in Richmond, VA.
There was not a father listed on her birth certificate but my mom indicated that she overheard my grandmother telling her aunt that she was around 16 or 17 years old will my mom was born.
But so far my research has not turned up much as to where she ended up or what happened to her.
(my mom at 3 years old)
On my father's side of the family, we go back all the way to 10th century Scotland. Then on to Ireland in the 14th century, then we left Ireland during the Ulster migration of the late 17th century to America. We made port in just about every major harbor on the eastern seaboard form Maine to South Carolina.
Our branch of the family came in through Virginia and the Carolinas, through the Cumberland Gap into Kentucky and Tennessee. My ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War from the Battle of Lexington and Concord, to the Battle of King's Mountain. They fought in the War of 1812, on both sides of the Civil War, World War I & II, Korea & Vietnam and finally the Gulf War, Iraq and Afghanistan.
The one thing I've realized from this little journey is just how short amount of time we really have on the earth. I look back at the names and dates of my ancestors and think about what these folks lived through, not to mention the infant mortality rate of the babies born that never lived to be teenagers or much less adults.