Dear Diary, this message was in my inbox! It makes my heart flutter with memories of a past life left so far behind, memories tucked away that surface with mother’s day so close. This picture is of my grandmother, Dora Sizemore Asher, Aunt Josies daughter. Grandma Asher died when she was 96.
Hello,
I was looking for info on Josie Jackson Sizemore and ran across your blog.My husband is a great grandson of Josie’s. I was wondering who are your parents and if you ever visit the home-place?The annual Jackson Sizemore reunion will be Memorial Day weekend this year at the old home place in Antley Branch, Manchester Ky. Would love to get acquainted with more family.Look forward to hearing from you!!
My favorite Uncle TJ may be able to go with me. I am thinking he may be her only living grandson. What a memorable day that may be. Dear Diary, tonight my mind is revisiting the family I had growing up.
Josie Jackson sizemore was my greatx3 grandmother! Daughter Dora’s daughter Malvia uncle TJ’s sister was my mother’s mom!
Hello Michelle, Thank you for sharing for Aunt Josie! I am excited to connect with family. Are you Lorraine’s daughter? I hope you will stay in touch! Blessings, Molinda
Hello Michelle,
Merry Christmas. You responded to my blog and I wanted to revisit. It appears you we are definitely related. What is your mothers name? Look forward to your reply.
Josie or Josephine Jackson Sizenore was my great great great grandfather’s sister. Their parents were Micajah and Mariana. She was born on November 19th 1858. I don’t why I added this info, but it’s like I had too.
Thank you for sharing! I would love to connect and hear more. Aunt Josie was my great grandmother and I was so blessed to actually see her. Have a great day! Follow me on instagram, I plan to visit her home site in the spring and do lots of pictures.
I ran across this article in the Louisville Newspaper. My grandfather was Sam Warren he was a Baptist Preacher. I remember going to visit Aunt Josie. All I could remember was going with my Pa, he says to the best of my memory we have to go across to that hill. The he shows me a swinging bridge, say we have to cross. I said no I can’t so he carries me across with my eyes closed. I remember she was in bed. People were there and I can’t remember if he preached but people were praying. I ran across the article had to call my son and tell him, I had told him the story of going to visit. What a remarkable woman and life.