Memories and Faces

Putting our footprints in the sands of time for our children

I am who I am,
it's not all that I am...
I am...

... half Slovak, a quarter Irish, just under a quarter French and a skoshy bit English… this last bit a recent discovery. Traveling through time, through myriads of websites, trips to the Family History Center and much, much more, our family stories have taken on a life of their own... some of which are still lurking in the background.

Pictured right is my family. Front: brother Brian; back: sister Kathy, mother Ethel Kacir, me Patricia, dad Glenn McCarroll and sister Gwen. We are in Great-Aunt Helen's foyer, seated in front of a piano that first belonged to Great-Grand Aunt Pauline Sharrow who passed it down to her niece Helen Rose Joye and then on to me. It sits in a place of honor in my basement for anyone to share a tune or two when visiting. 

I kind of find it interesting that the piano is from the French side of the family and, yes, Aunt Helen played, but more of our "pianoing" came from our Irish side through Grandpa Ray McCarroll and dad. Brian and I had piano lessons for a long part of our childhood, Gwen chose the accordian (a piano of sorts) and Kathy embraced the guitar. Yep, we loved our music.

Second photo is Andrew Raymond McCarroll, aka Raymond Andrew, with wife Alvera Rose, in front of their home at 4104  Lillibridge, Detroit. 

Third photo: Francis Jacob Kacir and wife Marie Pollak, not sure where they are but their home was at 8046 Suzanne, Detroit.

Fourth photo: "The piano"

Mother's side is Slovak. We inherited from them a love of family and unique foods that we ate on holidays... Kolache, Chrusciki, Bobalki, Golubki, Zapraschka. (Dad was a strict Irishman... meat, potatoes and gravy.) And there were rituals that went along with each of those holidays. The family joke was that when Dad was offered "party food" at holidays, christenings, communions and graduations, he non-chalantly said "That's okay, Ethel has a roast cooking in the oven." And she always did!

We all loved our ancestors, but to us they were grammas and grampas, and aunts and uncles. They were ours, all ours, and we enjoyed their company whenever we got together.
My Grinnell piano (circa 1900) compliments of
 two wonderful ladies from my past.