TRIP TO THE CEMETERY AT COUPEVILLE, WASHINGTON
A couple of weeks ago my son, his girlfriend and his kids and I took a little trip to Whidby Island to go on a little outing. One of the things I wanted to show my grandkids and my son's girlfriend was the graveyard up on top of the ridge in Coupeville. In it are six grandfathers and grandmothers plus aunts and uncles from my family.
Grave
I used to go to that graveyard when I was a kid. It's not far from where my grandmother lived. While I was growing up she lived with her father after his wife died, who was my great grandfather. His name was William Sherman. When were weren't jumping around in the hay in my great uncle Clark's barn, who lived next door to his father, we would go over to the graveyard and play in the blockhouse that was there.
Family Graves
I just wanted to show my grandkids all these things that were part of my childhood. When my kids were younger I used to take them there too. Coupeville has always been a very special place for me. I have very happy memories of going there during the holidays and visiting with my relatives. I always had a very happy time there.
Blockhouse
In time my great grandfather died. By that time my family had already moved to the east coast. My grandmother continued to live to live in her parents house, then later got her own home near town and one of my aunts moved in my great grand parent's house.
Henry Sherman's Grave
In the grave yard I always knew that my great grandfather's father was buried there.
No one knew anything about him. I remember asking about him, but nobody knew anything, except that he fought in the Civil War. When I was 19 years old I had joined the Marine Corps and went to fight in a war in a foreign land. Several years after I got back I began to get interested in the lives of some of my ancestors. My grandmother let me borrow the 1865 diary of Henry Sherman. I took it home and transcribed it and found it very interesating. Then later I found out that there was an 1864 diary in existence, so I got to borrow that and transcribed it. It was great fun reading the thoughts of an ancestor of mine who fought in a war and witnessed many things. Speaking of these things. Below are the Civil War Diaries of my great great grandfather, along with some letters that he wrote his son after they came to the State of Washington before the turn of the century. They give a little glimpse into what life was like back then. I hope someone else will get something out of these pieces of my family's history. I thought it was quite interesting.
A couple of weeks ago my son, his girlfriend and his kids and I took a little trip to Whidby Island to go on a little outing. One of the things I wanted to show my grandkids and my son's girlfriend was the graveyard up on top of the ridge in Coupeville. In it are six grandfathers and grandmothers plus aunts and uncles from my family.
Grave
I used to go to that graveyard when I was a kid. It's not far from where my grandmother lived. While I was growing up she lived with her father after his wife died, who was my great grandfather. His name was William Sherman. When were weren't jumping around in the hay in my great uncle Clark's barn, who lived next door to his father, we would go over to the graveyard and play in the blockhouse that was there.
Family Graves
I just wanted to show my grandkids all these things that were part of my childhood. When my kids were younger I used to take them there too. Coupeville has always been a very special place for me. I have very happy memories of going there during the holidays and visiting with my relatives. I always had a very happy time there.
Blockhouse
In time my great grandfather died. By that time my family had already moved to the east coast. My grandmother continued to live to live in her parents house, then later got her own home near town and one of my aunts moved in my great grand parent's house.
Henry Sherman's Grave
In the grave yard I always knew that my great grandfather's father was buried there.
No one knew anything about him. I remember asking about him, but nobody knew anything, except that he fought in the Civil War. When I was 19 years old I had joined the Marine Corps and went to fight in a war in a foreign land. Several years after I got back I began to get interested in the lives of some of my ancestors. My grandmother let me borrow the 1865 diary of Henry Sherman. I took it home and transcribed it and found it very interesating. Then later I found out that there was an 1864 diary in existence, so I got to borrow that and transcribed it. It was great fun reading the thoughts of an ancestor of mine who fought in a war and witnessed many things. Speaking of these things. Below are the Civil War Diaries of my great great grandfather, along with some letters that he wrote his son after they came to the State of Washington before the turn of the century. They give a little glimpse into what life was like back then. I hope someone else will get something out of these pieces of my family's history. I thought it was quite interesting.
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