My mother passed away the day before what would have been their 66th wedding anniversary. Seems to me that theirs is a lovebird story. James Madison Ragland (1931-2021) and Peggy Ann Scoles Ragland (1936-2022) Celebrating Their Lives A Final Memory My last photo with my mother was taken less than a month before her death.… Continue reading Lovebirds Post Script
love·bird [ˈləvˌbərd] noun.1. a very small African and Madagascan parrot with mainly green plumage and typically a red or black face, noted for the affectionate behavior of mated birds. 2. informal (lovebirds) an openly affectionate couple.Oxford Dictionary Lovebirds You’re probably wondering why I would bring up the subject of Lovebirds outside of Valentine’s Day. Well, let… Continue reading Lovebirds
I received an interesting question: in my research if I had found people of different races with the surname Ragland. The answer is yes. The first Ragland in America was a slave owner In the latter years of the Jamestown settlement, the first Ragland arrived in America circa 1670. That first Ragland was Evan Ragland. Born in 1656… Continue reading Slavery in Family Tree
Editor's note: I began this research for my Dad before he died this winter on his 90th birthday, January 25, 2021. I write this post in loving memory of my Dad. James Madison Ragland My father, James Madison Ragland (1931-2021) was named after the first Ragland to bear the name James Madison Ragland. 1743, Virginia The first James Madison… Continue reading What’s in a Name?
"Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind?Should old acquaintance be forgot,and auld lang syne?For auld lang syne, my dear,for auld lang syne,we'll take a cup of kindness yet,for auld lang syne."Scottish folk song Auld Lang Syne "Auld Lang Syne" is a Scottish song pronounced: [ˈɔːl(d) lɑŋˈsəin]. Traditionally, it is sung to bid farewell to the old year at the… Continue reading Auld Lang Syne
Have you any old grudges you would like to pay,Any wrongs lad up from a bygone day?Gather them now and lay them awayWhen Christmas comes.Hard thoughts are heavy to carry, my friend,And life is short from beginning to end;Be kind to yourself, leave nothing to mendWhen Christmas comes.William Haines Lytle I ran across this poem… Continue reading A Civil War Poem