Carlton, Clinton

• Name	Carlton, Clinton  [1, 2]
  	From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Friday, May 26, 2017 3:23 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Some stories begin in such an unexpected and simple way. Several months ago I posted on social media a pencil sketch of the house where I grew up. It was drawn when the house was not quite finished-- still looking raw and bare of anything but the essentials. “Res. Of C. E.Williams, Esq, 1902” is scrolled beneath the picture. In its antique frame the original hung on my great-grandmother’s bedroom wall as far back as I can remember. It was drawn, she told me, by a “traveling man” who did it in payment for supper and a bed for the night. Eventually the picture became mine. The post got several responses, including one from the son of my cousin who grew up in Wyoming. “Is that the house where my grandmother was born?” he asked. “Yes, it is,” I replied and immediately he answered. ”Oh, I wish I could see it! “So,” I typed, “Come see it.” And, that is what Clint Carlton and his wife Michele did. Recently I learned that the Carltons, who had been traveling with their large motor coach through the south, were in Washington D C. “Coming North?” I asked. And a few days later, they headed this way.. For three days once they had found a suitable parking spot for that big rig, I had the joy of showing them around this place where I live. Our shared great grandmother, from whom I have gleaned so many of my stories, left us with a rich heritage. Having thought of this part of the state as being essentially a level terrain, the Carltons were surprised at the curving and hilly roads they found. They were delighted with the beauty of these old mountains. Once we were reasonably acquainted we discussed our family ties and family tales at length. “I remember hearing that!” he said with a grin. Or, “Nope, I never heard that one before.” We visited the local cemetery so that they could pay homage to Clint’s ancestors. We drove around the area in order that I could point out communities, roads and landmarks that had been part of his grandmother’s early years. We had a meal at a restaurant in the town where his mother had been born; a place he had heard about all of his life. Neither of them were at all disappointed, they told me.. After an evening meal of pancakes with real maple syrup they were surprised to learn that I had made the syrup myself with the sap I collected from the tree in my front yard. They scraped their plates and licked their spoons and wondered where they could buy some of that good stuff. I took them to the best place I know. The last evening that Clint and Michele could be with us we had a cousin gathering at the home where my sister lives; our old homestead; the house where his grandmother was born. We ate - a lot! Once our appetite was satisfied we began to visit in earnest. We caught up on each other’s lives and we shared our concerns. Best of all, we told stories. There is nothing much more fun than having the opportunity to tell old stories to someone who has never heard them before. I had planned to head for home before it was entirely dark. That didn’t happen. At last, however, it was time to hand out the leftovers, share hugs all around, and call it a night. The next morning, Clint and Michele packed up and were soon on the road again. I believe my family and I made our parents and grandparents proud that evening. We developed a strong bond with the Carltons that, no matter the miles that may separate us in the future, will not be broken. We are cousins, after all. We are family, _______________ Margaret Arlene Foster Carlton and her husband Donald Carlton had four kids - Starla (married to Rod Cairns) - Clinton (married to Michele.) - 2nd son Wesley (married, divorced and with relationships. ) Wes does have at least one child . Several years ago he was in a terrible accident that killed his daughter and left him somewhat brain damaged. - fourth child Kelly she died several years ago and left a daughter. Amber (I can't remember her married name.) Of course, you are right. They are all Williams descendants.
  Gender	Male
  Person ID	I39371	WETZEL-SPRING

  
  

  Father	Carlton, Donald
  Relationship	natural
  Mother	Foster, M.A.
  Relationship	natural
  Family ID	F11895	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	Carlton, Michele mrs
  Family ID	F11894	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

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  From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Friday, May 26, 2017 3:23 PM To: ,,, Subject: This Week Some stories begin in such an unexpected and simple way. Several months ago I posted on social media a pencil sketch of the house where I grew up. It was drawn when the house was not quite finished-- still looking raw and bare of anything but the essentials. “Res. Of C. E.Williams, Esq, 1902” is scrolled beneath the picture. In its antique frame the original hung on my great-grandmother’s bedroom wall as far back as I can remember. It was drawn, she told me, by a “traveling man” who did it in payment for supper and a bed for the night. Eventually the picture became mine. The post got several responses, including one from the son of my cousin who grew up in Wyoming. “Is that the house where my grandmother was born?” he asked. “Yes, it is,” I replied and immediately he answered. ”Oh, I wish I could see it! “So,” I typed, “Come see it.” And, that is what Clint Carlton and his wife Michele did. Recently I learned that the Carltons, who had been traveling with their large motor coach through the south, were in Washington D C. “Coming North?” I asked. And a few days later, they headed this way.. For three days once they had found a suitable parking spot for that big rig, I had the joy of showing them around this place where I live. Our shared great grandmother, from whom I have gleaned so many of my stories, left us with a rich heritage. Having thought of this part of the state as being essentially a level terrain, the Carltons were surprised at the curving and hilly roads they found. They were delighted with the beauty of these old mountains. Once we were reasonably acquainted we discussed our family ties and family tales at length. “I remember hearing that!” he said with a grin. Or, “Nope, I never heard that one before.” We visited the local cemetery so that they could pay homage to Clint’s ancestors. We drove around the area in order that I could point out communities, roads and landmarks that had been part of his grandmother’s early years. We had a meal at a restaurant in the town where his mother had been born; a place he had heard about all of his life. Neither of them were at all disappointed, they told me.. After an evening meal of pancakes with real maple syrup they were surprised to learn that I had made the syrup myself with the sap I collected from the tree in my front yard. They scraped their plates and licked their spoons and wondered where they could buy some of that good stuff. I took them to the best place I know. The last evening that Clint and Michele could be with us we had a cousin gathering at the home where my sister lives; our old homestead; the house where his grandmother was born. We ate - a lot! Once our appetite was satisfied we began to visit in earnest. We caught up on each other’s lives and we shared our concerns. Best of all, we told stories. There is nothing much more fun than having the opportunity to tell old stories to someone who has never heard them before. I had planned to head for home before it was entirely dark. That didn’t happen. At last, however, it was time to hand out the leftovers, share hugs all around, and call it a night. The next morning, Clint and Michele packed up and were soon on the road again. I believe my family and I made our parents and grandparents proud that evening. We developed a strong bond with the Carltons that, no matter the miles that may separate us in the future, will not be broken. We are cousins, after all. We are family,

  
  

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  [S986] This Week, by J.M.Buck, Clint & Michelle Carlton. sketch of home Ach! I somehow missed that you mentioned having posted the picture on FaceBook. And I obviously missed that! So I’ll find the photo, I suspect with some more interesting information around it. john From: John C. Wetzel [mailto:wetzupdoc@me.com] Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2017 11:44 AM To: 'Jeannette Buck' Subject: RE: This Week Clint and the sketch Wonderful, Jeannette! Would you mind sharing Clint’s recent lineage, so I could add it to my tree? Do you have any pics to share, that I could put in his profile? It sounds like we’re related, since he goes back through Williams. I’ve seen the picture you describe, when I visited years ago and you may have even sent me a copy. I’m looking for it, but if you have a copy, I’d love to have it, and post it in my Tree with your story. Thank you for sharing your moments. How my mother would have loved them!! john From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Friday, May 26, 2017 3:23 PM To: Lynne Simcox ; Eileen Smith ; Wesley Chick ; Teri McDowell ; Pat ; Caroline and Bill Powers ; Marcia Carey Streb ; Michelle von Ruden ; Jack & Mary Eastman ; Starla Carleton Cairns ; Cindy Alackness ; Bev Kehs ; nathanwatkins@cox.net; verena monagle ; Rhea ; dick Montgomery ; wilford lampman ; MGWflorida@aol.com; Janet Hale ; baj2heimel@yahoo.com; Annie ; Jim Lehman ; neatokean@aol.com; beckyboyd@hotmail.com; donna_m46a@yahoo.com; christyphillips@hotmail.com; Carol Cacchione ; Tom Gross ; Lois and Burdette COWBURN ; Ruthann Warner ; Hilma Cooper ; Leah Kear Dibble ; Bev Cook Stockman ; Joyce Smith fisher ; Christine Andrukat ; Christine Andrukat ; Kathy Soule ; Joan Acker ; Dale Jeffers ; Dina Thorne ; Thelma Davidson ; Greg Wright ; Julie Zenk ; Deanna ; Robin Freeman ; Tamra Herring ; Tom Maynard ; Carm Barker ; Espie Langan ; Donald Gilliland ; Tami Sevinsky ; Caleb Knowlton ; Lisa Roemer ; Larry Biddison ; Karen Kerezman ; genielou34@gmail.com; bettypchatch@gmail.com; Carolyn Barrett ; Dan and Stacey Howe ; Doug Young ; John Baker ; sallyannsmith@frontier.com; Ginny Hawks ; Jean Erskine ; Julie Varney ; Amanda Butler ; Pauline Goochee ; Vera Walker ; Elaine Russell ; Deb Plummer ; Bobbi Watkins Palmer ; Jesse E. Buck ; Karen Montgomery ; Gerri Miller ; John Wetzel ; Charlene Cowburn Moschowsky ; Connie Rausch ; Barbara Biddison ; Dina Buck ; Dale Ulkins ; Wanda Rader ; smorley@stny.rr.com; John n' Linda Knapp ; Dr. & Mrs Howe ; Jane n' Sam ; cgoodenuff@zitomedia.net; Gary n' Karen Montgomery ; Janet ; eldineargyle517@hotmail.com; WNWindus@aol.com; Glenn Jordan ; Sheila Simmons ; Marge & BELL ; jparshall2@stny.rr.com; Carol Higley ; keith jordan ; Amy Quimby ; Jane Metzger ; Jeff Aufderheide ; Erin Buck ; fay witwer ; Henry & Winona ; paula Mitchell ; Curt & Brenda Silsby ; Bob & Sally Ferguson ; NOSHDICK@aol.com; Doris Nichols Subject: This Week Some stories begin in such an unexpected and simple way. Several months ago I posted on social media a pencil sketch of the house where I grew up. It was drawn when the house was not quite finished-- still looking raw and bare of anything but the essentials. “Res. Of C. E.Williams, Esq, 1902” is scrolled beneath the picture. In its antique frame the original hung on my great-grandmother’s bedroom wall as far back as I can remember. It was drawn, she told me, by a “traveling man” who did it in payment for supper and a bed for the night. Eventually the picture became mine. The post got several responses, including one from the son of my cousin who grew up in Wyoming. “Is that the house where my grandmother was born?” he asked. “Yes, it is,” I replied and immediately he answered. ”Oh, I wish I could see it! “So,” I typed, “Come see it.” And, that is what Clint Carlton and his wife Michele did. Recently I learned that the Carltons, who had been traveling with their large motor coach through the south, were in Washington D C. “Coming North?” I asked. And a few days later, they headed this way.. For three days once they had found a suitable parking spot for that big rig, I had the joy of showing them around this place where I live. Our shared great grandmother, from whom I have gleaned so many of my stories, left us with a rich heritage. Having thought of this part of the state as being essentially a level terrain, the Carltons were surprised at the curving and hilly roads they found. They were delighted with the beauty of these old mountains. Once we were reasonably acquainted we discussed our family ties and family tales at length. “I remember hearing that!” he said with a grin. Or, “Nope, I never heard that one before.” We visited the local cemetery so that they could pay homage to Clint’s ancestors. We drove around the area in order that I could point out communities, roads and landmarks that had been part of his grandmother’s early years. We had a meal at a restaurant in the town where his mother had been born; a place he had heard about all of his life. Neither of them were at all disappointed, they told me.. After an evening meal of pancakes with real maple syrup they were surprised to learn that I had made the syrup myself with the sap I collected from the tree in my front yard. They scraped their plates and licked their spoons and wondered where they could buy some of that good stuff. I took them to the best place I know. The last evening that Clint and Michele could be with us we had a cousin gathering at the home where my sister lives; our old homestead; the house where his grandmother was born. We ate - a lot! Once our appetite was satisfied we began to visit in earnest. We caught up on each other’s lives and we shared our concerns. Best of all, we told stories. There is nothing much more fun than having the opportunity to tell old stories to someone who has never heard them before. I had planned to head for home before it was entirely dark. That didn’t happen. At last, however, it was time to hand out the leftovers, share hugs all around, and call it a night. The next morning, Clint and Michele packed up and were soon on the road again. I believe my family and I made our parents and grandparents proud that evening. We developed a strong bond with the Carltons that, no matter the miles that may separate us in the future, will not be broken. We are cousins, after all. We are family, [S607] e-mail: Jeannette Buck, From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net]. Margaret Arlene Foster Carlton and her husband Donald Carlton had four kids From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net] Sent: Saturday, May 27, 2017 4:58 PM To: John C. Wetzel Subject: Re: This Week Clint and the sketch- FaceBook OK on that other note I may have confused the issue. This has been a very nutty day! Margaret Arlene Foster Carlton and her husband Donald Carlton had four kids Starla (married to Rod Cairns) Clinton (married to Michele.) 2nd son Wesley (married, divorced and with relationships. ) Wes does have at least one child . Several years ago he was in a terrible accident that killed his daughter and left him somewhat brain damaged. fourth child Kelly she died several years ago and left a daughter. Amber (I can't remember her married name.) Of course, you are right. They are all Williams descendants. I'll get at that picture ID just not today. Very few Williams in there, but a few.

  
  

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