The Black Tree: Stumbling block? Broken bridge?...

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Stumbling block? Broken bridge?...

Stumbling blocks, bridges that are broken and most of all poor documentation due to spelling...blah, blah, blah

I am not at my wits-end just confused? There is not enough time in the day to do family search. For those of you that do it here and there I am not sure how it happens. I can miss a day and it seems that all thoughts and information gathered is completely gone from this old mind of mine. Yes, I call it an ole'folk moment -LOL.

I have tried sooOOoo hard to find my late cousin Helen-Healon Womack Shars-Shears and Henry Womack's first wife, Silva ?? (Womack) which could have been Helen's mother. I am unclear of whether or not Helen was listed as a boy. I do know that 'Heland' fall of the face of God's Precious earth, if I may and that I can not find records of Helen's birth any where . Perhaps I shall move on to the next person and pick on those precious family members of mine at a later time.

So, from this point on I will not call this a stumbling block or a bridge that is broken, I will just say this a stopping point and again, I will return to research them at a later time.

To God be ALL Glory...happy researching to you all!

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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.