Happy Birthday, Kevin!!!

Take a moment out of your day to extend birthday greetings/wishes/prayers to Kevin on his birthday. He is the grandson of Ethyl (Johnson) and Edward Cooley, and the son of Frank and D.Maxine. Happy Birthday, Kevin.

Aunt Bessie

I'm not sure why, but I had to have a picture of Aunt Bessie's Chitterlings - aka "chitlins" to those in the know. I know when I was a kid I would eat chitlins. One Thanksgiving I helped Grandma and Mom clean them. Then it happened -- someone told me the part of the hog where "chitlins" are located. That was it for me. I stayed as far away from those things as I could. It was years later when I decided I would try eating them again. One forkful with a little cha-cha and a half a chew was all I could do. I spit them out and vowed to not eat them again. As I'm typing this I'm frowning, because I don't miss the flavor or smell. YUCK!!! I will say this, if you enjoy eating them, knock yourself out. Be kind and NEVER offer me a plate.

This picture was taken more than a few years ago. We were together at Toyia's house for a family dinner and this picture was taken. We'll not physically be together on sunday, but we'll all be supporting the Minnesota Vikings. Go Vikings!!!

What's Goin On???

I started this blog more than six months ago to share family history and information with the masses. I admit, I've been lax for the past couple of months. I won't make any promises (no, I don't wanna), but I intend to blog MORE in 2010. I will play catch up and write more very soon.

What Happens In Vegas...

Las Vegas is truly sin city on so many levels to so many people. I fell right in line on friday and did myself some sinnin' and I'll tell it all. See, what had happened was, I KNEW I was going to FATBURGER before I boarded my flight on wednesday. I knew I was going to indulge in one of my all-time favorite burger joints. Friday evening, it happened. I walked down the strip heading east and there it was, THE place to get a good old fashioned hamburger. FATBURGER! They ARE good! I got mine with "the works", cheese and bacon; an excellent combination. If you want to "take it to another level," you can slop some of their famous chili on it or a fried egg! Since I didn't want my arteries to be COMPLETELY clogged I didn't add those extras. I had a large order of FAT fries and a large drink. It was fast food deliciousness. As I'm typing this, I have a craving for one of those burgers! Aaaaaahhhhhh.... back to the story of sin. After placing my order and leaving a FAT TIP, I chose a table and waited. I looked around and noticed most of the customers were on the large size. Not one thin person in sight. Well, there was one, but she looked like a "working girl" and wasn't eating a thing. "Keep it movin, sister. This here spot is for folks that like good burgers, period" That's what I thought when I looked at her. Well, after the mix-up in order numbers was resolved, the food was brought to my table. A tiny tear formed in the corner of my right eye. What I wanted, what I craved was right in front of me. The sight and the smell were incredible. There was a spotlight shining down on my food. I smiled and took the first bite. Then another bite, and another and so on. GOOD, GOOD, GOOD!!! Each bite was juicy and delicious. The bacon was crisp, which is the way I like it. The melted cheese covered the entire burger with the edges a little brown and crusty. YES!!! The FAT fries were hot and fried to a light golden brown. A slight dip in ketchup was all they needed. The coolness of the ketchup followed immediately by the heat of the potato provided a sensory explosion in my mouth. The lemonade was tart with just the right about of sugar to balance the flavor. I can't say if it was freshly squeezed, but I can say I savored the flavor. I rubbed and lightly patted my belly when I finished my glutenous food feast. A few fries and a piled of used napkins are all that remained. I loved it. I did. It was good to me. This was orgasmic. Hell, I wanted to smoke a cigarette and I don't smoke! In addition to souvenirs, I brought back the extra pounds I gained. One thing I know now, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. It will follow you home.

Happy Birthday, Grandma Ethyl

On November 10, 1899 in Jasper Ralls, Missouri, one hundred and ten years ago today, Edward and Pinkie (Doolen) Johnson welcomed their first born child, Ethyl Mae into the world. The family would move to Vandalia, Missouri and eventually Enterprise, Iowa. This is where Ethyl met Edward Cooley. They were married two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. After moving to Des Moines, Ethyl and Edward had four children; Veltirea, Eugene, Marvin and Doris. A quick glance of Ethyl's descendants shows thirteen grandchildren, thirty-one great grandchildren, fifty-one great-great grandchildren and six great-great-great grandchildren. A point of valuable information; members of this family born with an additional finger should know it comes from the Doolen side of the family. From Pinkie to Ethyl and from Ethyl to her children, the extra finger has passed to each generation. In my family, my mother and her brother had extra fingers. My sister and brother did not. I was the only grandchild of Veltirea to be born with it. I am interested in knowing how many more of my cousins had the extra digit. Back to the my great grandmother. From what I've been told, I know she was a kind individual with a loving spirit. For as much as she was a giving individual, I know that she was a very strong-willed woman. Her point would be heard and her position was unwavering. Grandma Cooley taught her children about loving of one another, respect and the importance of family. Her children learned the lesson well and they taught their children and so on and so on. Let me share this with you. This happened when I was in high school. Having typical teenager angst about my looks, I wanted to change my nose. When I spoke to my grandmother about this, she told me my nose reminded her of her mother's nose. I don't know if it was true or not, but out of respect to the memory of this great woman, I decided I didn't want to change one thing about myself. My nose was just fine. It gave me a closer connection to my great grandmother. I felt I had something in common with her. That was okay with me! So, on this day, the one hundred and tenth year of her birth, we honor Ethyl Mae Johnson Cooley's birth with love and respect. Happy Birthday, Great Grandma Cooley.

Some Folks Got A Little Older

I'll need you to work with me for just a moment. This post will acknowledge some of the October birthdays I missed. Come to think of it, I have missed a couple this month. Yeah well, I've been busy, tired or sleeping. Depending on the day, I may have been doing all three at the same time. With all that behind us, here are some pictures of those family members born in October. Over a span of ninety years, these three; Georgia Elizabeth Cooley, Constance Jean and Maurice Jr were born on October 2nd. Toyia Lynn's birthday is October 26th, with Bessie Colbert Cooley's birthday being the 27th. Anthony Lovell was born on October 30th. Not pictured, but born in October are Louis Branch Jr on the 14th and Denise Marie on October 23rd. Whether here in body or in spirit, we honor and celebrate each family member's special day. Happy Birthday to all the relatives born in the month of October. Folks born in November -- fear not. Plans are in store to celebrate your days. Stay tuned for something just for you. Pictures from top to bottom: Georgia Elizabeth Cooley White, Constance Jean, Maurice Jr (October 2), Anthony Lovell (October 30) and Toyia Lynn (October 26), Bessie Virginia Colbert Cooley (October 27).

Let Me Clear My Throat...

Summer came and went and here I am. It's the first of November. Damn, where did MY summer go? I returned to work full time in September. Back to life, back to reality. I had plenty of time this summer to focus on the blog, which I liked creating. I never called myself a writer, but I do enjoy writing. Putting together the various pictures and stories has been an incredible experience. The sad thing is, I haven't found the time to write. I'll have to make a change and get it together a.s.a.p.p.d.q. I am working it out. I will do a post recognizing the birth of Ethyl Johnson Cooley 110 years ago. I want to acknowledge many dates of importance, including Thanksgiving. Since I mention turkey day, I will be in the kitchen creating a HUGE meal. This is a family tradition I greatly enjoy. I'll leave it there for now. I've got more to share with everyone soon.

Happy Birthday, Dideo

Dideo Cooley was someone you simply did NOT mess with. That statement can be made for any Cooley, but I digress. Marvin DeForrest Cooley was born October 14, 1919 in Des Moines Iowa to Edward Marvin and Ethyl Mae (Johnson) Cooley. Dideo was the second of four children born to the couple. He was educated in Des Moines public school system. After graduating from high school, Dideo would marry his high school sweetheart Bessie Colbert. Their first child, Marlene was born while the couple lived in Des Moines. When the family relocated to Chicago, a second daughter Cheryl was born. Seeking a greater life, the Cooley's relocated to Los Angeles in the mid 1960's. We celebrate the memory and love of Dideo on what would have been his 90th birthday.

Aunt Mac

One of the many good things that happened on the trip to Des Moines, was a visit with Aunt Mac. It has been almost fifteen years since I've seen her. It was nice to sit and talk with her, though I must admit I had little to say. I think I was more in awe. That doesn't happen often to me, but when I have those "quiet moments" I know I am supposed to be still and absorb. That's exactly what I did. I wanted to take in every detail of the visit. I was happy to spend the time with my grandmother's sister. Thanks to Cousin Larry for making this happen.

Cooley - Johnson Family Reunion 2009

I did not take pictures this year, but I did find someone that did. Of course I did what I'm supposed to do -- make copies and share them here. The young ones in these pictures are the great-great-great-great grandchildren of Lacy and Aggie (Lewis) Cooley, John and Nancy (Crouden) Johnson. The family continues to grow. Looking into these young faces, you can see characteristics of relatives from the previous generations. The one thing each one of us possesses is the "Cooley Spirit of Independence." Long before Frank Sinatra, each one of us could say we did it, "my way." Looking into the eyes of this generation, I see things that remind me of myself and other relatives as well. It's safe to say it's genetics. The kids had a great time and the adults enjoyed themselves as well. Cousin Armon provided a feast second to none. This one man cooking machine set one incredible table, filled with so much delicious food! Other family members contributed, but the majority of the food was prepared by him. Another family tradition continues -- good cooks. I will place Armon in the ranks of all the other good cooks in the family.

Timmy and Larry

I have a great amount of love, respect and admiration for this man, my cousin. If you have ever had a person to stay in your life, with all your ups and downs, then you most certainly can relate to what I'm telling you. My cousin Larry is that person. That's my dude. Much has been said about him. Hell, a lot has been said about me. At the end of the day, who cares? We're family and that's all that counts. Not taking no for an answer, Larry and his son Justin drove to Minnesota to get me. He made a way for me to attend the family reunion this year. I stayed with Cousin Larry and his family. I enjoyed each moment I spent with them and the other relatives. As I have been known to say, "A fun time was had by all." To my cousin, my buddy, my friend, "Thank you."