Personal Narrative: My Daughter Of Elmer Tyson And Sheila Rhymes-Tyson

On September 26,1998 in Detroit, MI at a church with a picture of God sitting on His throne, Jesus to the right and the Holy Ghost to the left on a wall behind the pulpit. I Vivian Williams stood and was infused to my rib cage belonging to Ellis Deshawn Odum. I can truly say he was my soul mate, best friend, companion, and all that and then some, but what sums it up best for me is, when reciting his wedding vows , he told God thank you for returning his rib to him. If either of us had any doubts, God would confirm by performing miracles such as, a store manager from Home Depot named Daniel Blu calling the wrong number , and Ellis ends up at an interview for a job he never applied for. Then he not only gets the supervisor position for himself,

It was a beautiful day on Lake Erie with the lake’s misty wind sprinkling on my face as we drove out to the middle of the water to anchor. I was with my immediate family, my Aunt Ronni, Uncle Tim, and cousins from both sides of the family. All 10 of us were on my mom and dad’s boat, having fun swimming in the cool water and having the sun’s rays make our skin have a sun-kissed glow. All of the cousins were divided into two groups: the younger kid including my sister Josie and my two cousins Sadie and Hailey, and the older kids consisting of me and my cousins Kendall and Casey. Both groups were jumping in three at a time until we noticed Hailey, the youngest out of all the cousins, was refusing to jump in.

A year of having little contact with my grandparents, and only one visit that winter for Christmas. My grandpa David’s mother, Dorothy Grell, passes away March 18, 2014. I never knew Dorothy so I do not refer to her as my great grandmother. My mother has always explained that grandpa’s family doesn’t get along. My grandpa knew about the family’s arrangements, but did not contact my mother, but instead my mother’s second cousin reached out to her on facebook. My mother contacted my grandparents. The funeral was held in Holstein, and my mother was the only member of David’s family to be present. My grandparents did not make the effort to go to the funeral. However on March 23 my grandparents did visit Holstein without informing my mother.

There are also three major companies that offer DNA testing for genealogy and claim to show the percentage of Native American Ancestry. They are FamilyTreeDNA, Ancestry.com, and 23andMe. National Geographic does a test for deep ancestry, not for genealogy, but they have a partnership with FamilyTreeDNA where you can transfer your raw data and get a genealogical analysis.

Waking up and realizing that today was the day, my body got packed with nerves, still wondering how my mom even got me on the show and why they wanted me. While I was putting on my clothes, I was trying to look professional, but looking back I would have chosen something different. I was wearing some boot cut jeans, a shirt with a purple cross that had a shawl connected to it, some ugly sneakers, and my hair was straightened. It was dark and chilly December morning, and myself and my parents took the 30 minute drive to the TV station. When my parents and I arrived we had to be checked in by security, as they were told to expect my arrival, for the early morning weather segment. I felt that I was going to pee my pants, but I was also excited. My mom was making me more nervous, “You

Finally I have escaped. I was critical about escaping at first but now I know that it was the right choice to make. I escaped with Mary Ingles, a fellow captive. We escaped while on an expedition to find salt away from the village. Mary says we are going home, but I have no home anymore. I was the only survivor of the raid. However, Mary is a kind person and says that I could live with her family. Poor Mary she has had even worse than me she has lost all her children to the Shawnee. I feel very fortunate that I survived my captivity at all. Some of our fellow captives were even burned alive by the indians. I am lucky that I gained their respect by running the gauntlet. Mary and I escaped because they let us go out into the woods to forage

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

I was raised mostly by mom after my father wasn’t in place once I was 10. I learned, both my paternal great-grandparents are deceased bon in the years 1909 and 1911. I do however remember a slight glimpse my father’s mother (my grandmother). She would always have homemade chocolate chip cookies for me every time I come visit. She passed away when I was 12. My father dad (my grandfather), I don’t remember much about him. I only remember that he enjoyed fishing, but never would invite me on his trips because he would say “It’s too dangerous out on the water kiddo”. Unfortunately, he too was diagnosed with cancer and passed when I was

Venita contacted me on Facebook. Thanks again for your help. Also, I've been in touch to Tasha Ward. She's asking for insights on her great-grandfather Terry James TJ Tyson and he's our great-uncle. He married I. Jessie Stuckery. She print screen a piece of her tree and saw Noah Tyson and Mary Jane Rose and as know they great-grandparents to us.

I was born and raised here in Paris , Tx. My mother is Christa Hayden and my father is Tyrone Hayden. I travel a lot because my family is spread out all over the world. My grandparents stays here in Paris. I have both of my grandparents on my father's side My grandfather name is Cleo Hayden and my grandmother name is Joyce Hayden but on my mother's side I just have my grandmother

On May 26, 1979 my mother Angelica Marie O’Toole was born in Scarborough, Ontario. She is the daughter to Richard O’Toole born July 20, 1957 and Charmaine Wells born June 23, 1959. Angelica’s grandfather Thomas O’Toole was born on July 28, 1929 and her great grandfather Charlie born sometime around 1898. The O’Toole family comes from royal Irish descent. The

“Hey, terrorist,” a boy called out to me from across the classroom, drawing laughter from his friends. I pretended not to hear and stared into my book. It was a typical day in my life growing up as a first-generation American attending public school in a poor Bronx neighborhood. Being one of the few Indian kids there, I was relentlessly picked on. My school was desperately underfunded where teachers often spent their own money on supplies.

Sheila Ems Corcoran was born in Cincinnati, Ohio. I was brought home from the hospital as a new born to live on the east side of Cincinnati. But Before I was a year old, my parents moved to the west side of Cincinnati. My dad was from the west side of Cincinnati and mom was from the east side. My parents decided Since my dad worked on the west side of town my parents decided to we would move to North College Hill. My dad’s mom and dad parents lived one street over from our house. My family did not stay long at this house because, my dad wanted to build a house, since he was a carpenter, just like his own dad. was. So my parents bought a building lot north of North College Hill and my dad and his dad, with the help of friends, build a house. This is the

Little Lexi Wilson has always been little and bossy. I’m an extreme extrovert and always have been. In Kindergarten had many friends because of how talkative, outgoing, and energetic I was. I wish I could go back to simpler days when you were friends with everyone. You could play games all day with anyone and it didn’t matter. One day you could be mad at someone, but the next day you would be fine, and act like nothing ever happened. Since friendship was simpler and I had a big person I had many friends and loved my class. Mrs. Stacy was a great teacher I played in the reading tub and every memory I have of that class is amazing. However, there is one dark spot I loathed Maddie Leffler and my bad memory involves her.

At age 10, I would hide notes in her yard, I would stick deep within the bushes or far within the trees. I had bought fake blood at Benny’s Halloween Store and would run the bright liquid prop across the trees sometimes on the notes. Every note lead to another clue. Every clue lead to her discovering something. At one point the final note lead to a barbie doused in blood. I wasn’t always that mean though. Sometimes she would find things such as money or candy. Solving mysteries was her favorite hobby. She was excellent at it. She was addicted to the suspense brought by it. Although, the older we got, the less in touch we were.