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Grandma Whitehead Update

A couple of days ago, the great-great grandson of Ann Showalter Whitehead found my blog post about how I came to learn about Grandma Whitehead.  I couldn't believe my good fortune in being able to communicate with someone who actually knew some of the people whose names were on the back of the photo. 

He told me he remembered the photo hanging in his grandfather's house.  Though I argued with myself a bit, I knew that the right thing to do would be to offer the photo to Grandma Whitehead's g-g-grandson.  He very graciously and generously told me that it belonged to me, and that he would just like a scanned copy of the front and back. 

I used a photo editor to help clean up the images a bit.  I wish they looked even sharper, but I think they are better than the first ones I posted.



I learned today about the great heritage of the Whitehead side of the family.  John Frederick Whitehead came to the United States from Germany, and became an indentured servant.  Amazingly, the  original written record of his life, which he recorded in 1795 (!) still exists, and is housed at Penn State.   Penn State Press published his story, along with the story of another German immigrant, in the book, Souls for Sale.  I am now eagerly awaiting for amazon.com to deliver my copy. 

Thankful thought:  Thanks for the internet, which makes research easy.  It really is a small world after all!

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