The Slaughter Family c. 1960

The Slaughter Family (originally from Charlottesville, VA.)

James Nicholas Slaughter (1882 - 1961) and Harriett Gibbs Slaughter (1890 - 1975) of Charlottesville, VA have left a long, long legacy. Their 12 children are:

Dorothy Frances Slaughter Dixon Brown (1912 - 1998)
Cynthia Irene Slaughter Jones (1913 -
Harriet Elizabeth Slaughter Dixon (1915 - 1992)
Martha Loucelia Slaughter Turner (1917 - 2005)
Angela aka (Senora) Ellen Slaughter Turner (1918 -
Alberta Lee Slaughter Johnson (1920 - 2009)
Alice Estelle Slaughter Ellis (1922 - 1993)
Ruth Virginia Slaughter Bannister (1924 -
Naomi Beatrice Slaughter Goff (1923 - 2001)
James Nicholas Slaughter, Jr. (1927 -
Myrtle Johnson
Robert Eugene Slaughter, Sr. (1933 - 2003)

THAT WAS THEN --- BUT TODAY WE CONTINUE THE LEGACY!

Saturday, January 2, 2010


The top picture is the Dixon Family (Danielle, Barbara and Janel) at Danielle's promotion to sergeant in the Maryland National Guard (Greenbelt Armory.) Danielle received this promotion in October 2009.
The picture below is of Irene, Mama Cynthia and Michelle at the Award's Ceremony.

5 comments:

  1. Outstanding job
    OUTSTANDING JOB, IRENE!
    MAMA CYNTHIA
    AUNT CYNTHIA IS ROLLING RIGHT ALONG AND LOOKS GREAT!
    T

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  2. THE SLAUGHTER FAMILY COMES FROM FINE GRANDMA AND GRANDPA AND CONTINUES THROUGH TO ALL OF THE CHILDREN, I SEE, IRENE.
    THOMAS

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  3. Thanks for your encourgement. Thanks also for getting the ball rolling with your comments. and
    Mama will be 97 in April . . . God is Good!

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  4. Monday, July 07, 2008

    A THOMAS POEM: "FOREVER MY LOVE"
    Current mood: accomplished
    Category: Writing and Poetry
    Sep 12 2007 1:59 PM

    Forever, My Love
    I will remember the times of our spring
    The moments that youth played a role in our hearts
    I will caress these moments that we have always shared
    Deep within our hearts
    We will age gracefully and majestically together
    Even as time tells us that it is time for one of us to depart
    The memories that I have for you, will never be diminished
    made less of or forgotten
    For you, my darling, occupy a hidden place in my heart
    That no one else will enter, or break apart
    For you my dear
    Hold the key to me
    You are the straw that stirs the drink
    You are my everything, my dear, you always have been
    You always will be
    Forever and ever
    Until time has no meaning
    And the streaks on your cheeks
    I wipe gently away
    For there are no tears to be shed
    Though more must be said
    Ere we rest our heads upon our bed
    To bid adieu to the night
    And hello to the day

    A Thomas Poem COPYRIGHT U. S. A. All rights Domestic & Foreign Reserved to the Author, Thomas Penick, into Perpetuity
    Currently reading:
    A Choice of Weapons (Borealis Books)
    By Gordon Parks

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