The Black Tree: Some NEWS is good NEWS! Can't wait!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Some NEWS is good NEWS! Can't wait!

It had been a while since I had gone to library. I do enjoy the at home research, the convenience I guess but getting out periodically is good. It gives you chance to gather new information and to get the opinions of others. So, I got to the library today and I guess I had the "I am lost look" on my face. When he, the librarian approached me he ask "if I needed some help?". I said yes, actually I do. I had stop researching the person I was initially researching and had started researching "Helen Womack". I am insistent upon on finding her birth. I researched her from the age of nine years old to her adult age. He got on the computer clicking through things and clicking through some more things. I was standing there looking like okay, what is he doing. Then I thought, he is professional. So, I stood there patiently. By the time he was done he had given me the possible news as to why I can't not find "Helen Womack's" Census before nine years of age which was "she may have listed as a male, Heland Womack". I had given up on looking up "Heland", it was like he (?) had fallen off of the face of the earth. So, lesson learned today. He, the librarian had even mentioned that "his Grandmother was listed as a male". I guess I am not surprised because of the education disadvantage our ancestors endured. If this is the case, I will be checking up on other family members. I can not wait until he contacts me. Getting this news will just about complete the life of Helen-Healon Womack Shars-Shears.

This is the Census that is in question. If it is her, she would have been 3 years of age.

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About Me

Hello Family Tree Researcher, my name is Jacqueline Joyce Thomas (born to Gene E. Thomas and Brendel Joyce Lewis) of Texas in '67 . I began doing my family tree search when my son (C. Hicks) was born. He was unfortunately born with Nephrogenic Insipidus Diabetes. When he was two weeks old I could not get him to take his formula, the only thing he would drink was water. We took him to the local emergency room, where the hospital staff spent hours doing test after test and the end result were "we are still uncertain of what is wrong with your son". My heart fell to pieces. The next few days, still nothing. Finally on the forty-fifth day of his prolonged stay , they decided to care flight him to a Children's Hospital where it still took nineteen days for the final results and even then they were not sure. The doctor came into the room with his long white doctor's coat and his glasses hanging from his nose with the final thought (not answer). Ms. Hicks (at the time), "could you have a seat?" My thought was, okay then comes "is you son mixed with Caucasian?" My reply with anger and confusion in my heart was, mixed, with who?...not what but who! And not that I was cared or anything, I have mixed nieces and nephews. Then he went on to explain to me that "that type of diabetes was uncommon, and that it only occurred in every three thousand children" annnnndddd'ah-Rah...here is the killer..."that it only occurred in Caucasian males." Gathering my thoughts and physical seemed to be out of the question. It was not until he turned four years old that I begin getting more and more curious. So next to my son being born with a rare type of diabetes that only (according the doctor) in Caucasian males and me being adopted, I became one curious Sista'. The search began.