The Black Tree: The Life of Willie Mae Womack - Daughter of Ras Womack and Maud Harris

Monday, January 27, 2014

The Life of Willie Mae Womack - Daughter of Ras Womack and Maud Harris

I searched and searched for a birth record for Willie Mae Womack using all of the variations I could think of. I even tried using those same variations with a male gender and just Texas, no results found. I did however, find a 1940 Census. She was born about 1938, Marshall, Harrison, Texas to Ras Womack and Maud Harris. On this 1940 Census she was 2 years of age. Being that the 1940 Census was the last to be released, there was no further history found on her. It was like she was 2 years....and then...??

I am sure she lived a great life. I only wish that I would have known her. She was right here under my nose until the year 2009. Rest In Peace, Willie Mae Womack.

...doodling and research

She seemed to have moved a few places in her life time. According to the Death Index, she got established a SSN in 1956, state of Texas. It could have been Marshall or Dallas, Texas. In 1956, she would have been 18 years of age. I wonder what sparked her interest to move away from home (Marshall, Texas). Anywhoos, her last know address was in Desoto, Texas.

She passed on in 2009.

Obituary found in the Dallas, Morning News.

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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.