The program (*OPEN TO THE PUBLIC) for the Genealogy Society will be on Sunday, April 24 at 2PM. But, the program will not be held at the First Methodist Great Hall. Instead it will be held at The Wesley Center. The Wesley Center is the former HORNE'S DRUG STORE BUILDING! How COOL is that! I am so excited!
"If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance." - George Bernard Shaw
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
April Adventures Continue - Sunday, April 24, 2016
![]() |
| Mt. Holly and Lisbon area |
Mother and Lou were unsuccessful in their quest and to boot, they were accosted by wind and hail as a F3 tornado swept into the Camden area and exited through south Camden. Read that story at www.lemonpiesunshine.blogspot.com.| Margaret Jane, Goss, and Thomas Gordon Dansby |
You can hear more stories and learn about research for the book The House on Harrison Street: the Gordon-Ritchie Saga on Sunday, April 24, 2016, at The Great Hall at the First United Methodist Church in Camden. See you at 2 PM!
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Siblings
![]() |
| Frances, Susie, Mildred |
Celebrate:
Having someone other than yourself as the source of joy to your parents.
Having a wing man or wing girl during trouble.
Having someone operate as the perpetual little to your big.
Having someone function as the perpetual answer to your question.
And then one day, you are each other's best friend, strongest ally, best cheerleader.
One day, you grow up and know you are not alone in this world.
The Gordon Sisters (Alice, Susie, Janie, Frances, Mildred) and their brother (George).
My aunt and my daddy. (Betty and Goss)
My mother and my uncle. (Margaret and Gordon)
My brother and me. (Thomas Gordon and Margaret Jane)
The Ritchie Brothers (James Franklin, George Louis, John Campbell)
The Ritchie Sisters (Frances Alabama, Martha Virginia, Ella Jane)
Read about this fluid dynamic in The House on Harrison Street: The Gordon-Ritchie Saga
![]() |
| Mildred and Frances |
![]() |
| Alice |
![]() |
| Frances |
![]() |
| Janie |
![]() |
| Susie |
![]() |
| Mildred |
![]() |
| Susie, George, Alice |
![]() |
| George |
![]() |
| Margaret and Gordon |
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Happy Birthday, Nana
March 26, 1890. Mildred Gordon born to Charles Thomas and Ella Jane Gordon in Camden, Arkansas in the original 1854 colonial home on Harrison Street.
March 26, 1975. Nana's 85th birthday celebration at the home of her daughter Margaret Dansby on Truman Rd in Camden.
March 26, 1975. Nana's 85th birthday celebration at the home of her daughter Margaret Dansby on Truman Rd in Camden.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
"They weren't secrets, except from me."
"Even though people have passed away, some
subjects can be painful to revisit decades later. Think hard before you share
old secrets."
The quote surfaced from Family Tree Magazine on Facebook.
Stories I struggled to tell weren't secrets, except from me.
I learned so much, especially about George R. Gordon, my great uncle. So many pieces of the puzzle lay scattered across the floor, some showing his honorable service to others, his business dealings, his intelligence, his public service as Mayor. The tragedy of his home life didn't surface. In fact, his trouble was ignored except for a comment here and there about Emma Sue, his wife. I didn't know his house was the old Methodist Parsonage. So much I didn't know.
Mother told me his son, Thomas, died of an ear infection. I could not grasp that. I learned that to be true, but that he was away at Military School in Memphis when he died. He was seventeen. His parents never recovered. Thomas' sister Jean never recovered either. Oh, how I wish I'd known the truth long ago. Would I have been kinder? Would I have visited more often? I would have understood so much more.
Janie - The more I learned, the more I wish I had been taught how to appreciate knowing her.
I also struggled with Aunt Alice's story. I was fearful of her and her big, black car. Why? Her house was dark and gloomy. Was I right? I was a very young child.
Big Tattee (Frances) was a polar opposite to Aunt Alice, in my estimation. She'd welcome me into her house, call me to her chaise lounge, draw funny pictures for me and laugh. I enjoyed her, even as a child. Every time we visited, she was reclined upon the chaise lounge; she was so different from my grandmother and Sookie. I wondered what could keep her lying down all the time. I found out what caused her depression.
My grandmother suffered from depression also, but was not treated as kindly as Frances. Nana was sent to Shreveport for weeks, taking "shock treatments." Sometimes, mother would be gone with her for weeks at a time. The phrase, "For Heaven's Sake, Don't Sigh," came to be a warning.
There were so many pieces of our story that faded or were missing. After conducting the research, I was finally able to understand and see the puzzle completed. I believe it important to preserve these stories. The creative hand I used made the stories memorable, I hope.
Our parents have passed away also. They had their stories, too, and many of their behaviors caused the younger set of cousins to separate. Addictive behaviors became culprits throughout our family: alcohol, tobacco, all complicating heart disease. Regardless of hardships, the Gordons and the Ritchies were honorable movers and shakers in Camden and Ouachita County and in Ruston, LA.
Any time a writer puts pen to paper and publishes, the work is open to criticism and I'm my toughest critic.
When the blog post from Family Tree Magazine popped up, I read it. Then Mother's words returned, "Well, Margaret Jane, you don't have to tell everything you know."
The quote surfaced from Family Tree Magazine on Facebook.
Stories I struggled to tell weren't secrets, except from me.
I learned so much, especially about George R. Gordon, my great uncle. So many pieces of the puzzle lay scattered across the floor, some showing his honorable service to others, his business dealings, his intelligence, his public service as Mayor. The tragedy of his home life didn't surface. In fact, his trouble was ignored except for a comment here and there about Emma Sue, his wife. I didn't know his house was the old Methodist Parsonage. So much I didn't know.
![]() |
| C. Thomas Gordon |
Mother told me his son, Thomas, died of an ear infection. I could not grasp that. I learned that to be true, but that he was away at Military School in Memphis when he died. He was seventeen. His parents never recovered. Thomas' sister Jean never recovered either. Oh, how I wish I'd known the truth long ago. Would I have been kinder? Would I have visited more often? I would have understood so much more.
Janie - The more I learned, the more I wish I had been taught how to appreciate knowing her.
I also struggled with Aunt Alice's story. I was fearful of her and her big, black car. Why? Her house was dark and gloomy. Was I right? I was a very young child.
| Charlotte, Thomas with Jean, Elinor, Frances with John Ritchie - Where was Janie? Where was Alice? |
My grandmother suffered from depression also, but was not treated as kindly as Frances. Nana was sent to Shreveport for weeks, taking "shock treatments." Sometimes, mother would be gone with her for weeks at a time. The phrase, "For Heaven's Sake, Don't Sigh," came to be a warning.
There were so many pieces of our story that faded or were missing. After conducting the research, I was finally able to understand and see the puzzle completed. I believe it important to preserve these stories. The creative hand I used made the stories memorable, I hope.
![]() |
| Baby Shoes, Well-worn |
Our parents have passed away also. They had their stories, too, and many of their behaviors caused the younger set of cousins to separate. Addictive behaviors became culprits throughout our family: alcohol, tobacco, all complicating heart disease. Regardless of hardships, the Gordons and the Ritchies were honorable movers and shakers in Camden and Ouachita County and in Ruston, LA.
![]() |
| L to R: James Cooper, Martha Ellen, Margaret Jane, and Thomas Gordon |
Any time a writer puts pen to paper and publishes, the work is open to criticism and I'm my toughest critic.
| Easter, 1926. Claude Horne with Margaret Horne. Court House provides backdrop. |
When the blog post from Family Tree Magazine popped up, I read it. Then Mother's words returned, "Well, Margaret Jane, you don't have to tell everything you know."
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Mr. Postman to deliver The House on Harrison Street
Tasks for this afternoon - sign and put The House on Harrison Street into envelopes - CHECK.
- follow up with those who said they wanted a copy - CHECK
-address the envelopes, add return address sticker - CHECK
Task for tomorrow - go to the post office and send the book with great appreciation.
- follow up with those who said they wanted a copy - CHECK
-address the envelopes, add return address sticker - CHECK
Task for tomorrow - go to the post office and send the book with great appreciation.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Women's History Month: "the women wrote the book"
![]() |
| Alice |
![]() |
| Susie |
It was the women in my family whose stories ignited the quest and thus my journey to publish a family history. So, here's to Jane Elizabeth Tooke Gordon, Jane McBride Campbell Ritchie, Ella Jane Ritchie Gordon.
The daughters of Ella Jane Gordon are Alice Gordon Lide, Susie Gordon Ritchie, Janie Louise Gordon, Frances Gordon Usrey, and Mildred Gordon Horne.
The daughter of Jane Elizabeth Tooke Gordon was Mary Sue Gordon, unmarried. To her came the homeplace in Union County- "Auntie's Place" or The Sue Gordon Estate.
The daughters of Jane McBride Campbell Ritchie were Frances Alabama, Julia Sonora, Martha Virginia, and Ella Jane.
The more research I conducted, the more honor and respect I have for them, for their courage, and for their stamina. In the face of great loss and trying circumstances that came to each, they triumphed.
Read their stories in The House on Harrison Street: The Gordon-Ritchie Saga.
![]() |
| Janie |
![]() |
| Frances |
![]() |
| Mildred |
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)






















