Category Archives: Family Spotlight: Dugger

Wordless Wednesday – Mystery Lady

This is my mystery woman.  The name on the photo says “J.A Rogers” on the bottom left side and “Bedford, Ind.” on the bottom right side.  However, in my database I don’t have any Rogers’ living in Indiana in m database.
On the back of the picture, my grandma Nancy Rogers wrote “My beautiful Grandmother who died too soon and too young from cerebral hemorage.  This about 1900.”
But this doesn’t lead me any closer to figuring out who this mystery woman is because I don’t know the names of  Nancy Rogers’ paternal grandparents.  I don’t even know where they lived.
However, I do have in my database a line from Nancy Rogers’ maternal line that lived in Bedford, Indiana.  But that line has the last name of Frank and Morris.
My theory is that the name was added much later to the photograph and that there was a mix-up about the last name, especially because there is a woman named Josephine Frank who did live in Bedford, Indiana and is Nancy Rogers’ grandmother on her maternal side.  I don’t know Josephine’s middle name, but I feel like this could be her.
But until I am sure, this picture will remain the picture of a Mystery Lady.


My Recent Picture Goldmine!

Since my Aunt has recently moved into my apartment building, I’ve been given permission to dig through her genealogy notes and lots of pictures. It has been wonderful.

Just so you understand my joy and elation at what I found, I need to give you some back story….
I didn’t have any pictures of my dad’s side of the family from before I was born. I didn’t have a single picture of my dad and his siblings when he was a kid and not a single picture of my Grandpa Dugger. As far as my great grandparents, I have nothing at all.
As I was looking through my Aunt’s photobooks, I found a goldmine! I found a multitude of pictures of my dad throughout his childhood into his 20s, pictures of his siblings, my Grandparents, and even some of my great grandmother! To top it off, my Grandma Dugger had written on the back of many of the pictures, giving an idea of not only who the pictures were of and where they were taken, but also, the general feeling of the time.
So here is a glimpse into my goldmine:
To the left is a picture of my dad as a baby. The picture was taken in Hermosa Beach, California at his maternal grandmother’s house. He was baby of the family and certainly, my Grandma Dugger’s favorite (although, I’ve been told that she would never admit it).
This is a picture of my dad as a baby in the arms of his maternal grandmother, Julia Morris Rogers. I can totally see the resemblance between my dad and me in this picture.
To the left is my Aunt Deb (my dad’s sister). In the middle is her maternal grandmother, Julia Morris Rogers. On the right is my Uncl Gary (my dad’s brother). This picture was taken around 1958.
On the left is my dad, who is almost 9 years old. On the right is his maternal grandmother, Julia Morris Rogers.
On the left is my Grandma Dugger, Nancy Rogers Dugger. On the right is my dad, at about the age of 18.
So look at the goldmine I found!! I have been on cloud 9 since I discovered these pictures. I am still in the process of scanning all of these, and I offered to buy archival safe supplies to store the photos so thy don’t get damaged.
I am so happy that I’ve finally found these pictures and I no longer feel an empty place in my scrapbooks when it comes to my dad’s side of the family.

School has Started!

As of yesterday, another semester of school has started for me. There is no doubt that my schedule will now be filled with due dates for papers and exams to study for. I will probably be worried about my grant money coming in on time and stressed out over the bureaucracy of college. And of course, I will no doubt be living like a zombie as I try to fit more hours into the day (I already am exhausted!).

But with school comes the memory of how I first began thinking about genealogy…

My seventh grade teacher gets the award for sparking my interest in genealogy. As we were learning about World War II, the class was given a project to interview a veteran of World War II. He told us hat if there was no one in our families that we could interview, then we would have to go out into nursing homes and retirement homes to find one.

While I had at first thought my grandfather was too young to have been in World War II, after talking to my dad, I discovered that my grandfather was perfect for the assignment.

I nervously got on the phone and called my grandpa in Tennessee, whom I never really talked to often. We had always exchanged letters and pictures, but we had never really talked on the phone (I am still not sure why) His deep, scratchy voice and southern accent was certainly something I had to get used to and it took me a while before I was able to understand him.

While I don’t remember exactly what I asked him or the stories that he told me, I do remember feeling more connected to history than I had ever felt before. After I had completed my assignment, we continued to talk about where he lived. He told me old ghost stories from the area and told me that I would have to come visit him. He told me about how the people in the area still made moonshine and had small family farms (Which was certainly a shock for me. As he would say “You glitz and glamour types wouldn’t understand none”).

After that, I began to wonder what other things in history my family had contributed too. I thought of all the prestigious things such as being the descendant of the Queen of England, being related to a president, or proudly serving in the Revolutionary War.

Soon after, I became bit by the genealogy bug…and the rest is history.