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 16, 2010

Two great brothers - James and Bobby (Robert)

Rob was very excited about some of the pictures he received from James that had been taken over the years. This is one of his favorites and he just wanted to share this moment with you. I really like this picture too!

2 comments:

  1. Uncle James and Uncle Bob were always close friends as well as great brothers and uncles.

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  2. Monday, January 08, 2007

    A Thomas Poem: "Clear the Waters" a Poem for my Friend, Mauro Cerri, of La Spezia, Italy
    Current mood: calm
    Category: Friends
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    "Clear the Waters" 12.31.06
    A Poem for my Friend, Mauro Cerri of La Spezia, Italy

    A cross on the waters
    Separates us in time

    But not space
    In spirit in mind

    Across paths that have never met
    Never joined

    Still in great respect

    We search for that bond

    To seek what we need
    Or think that we do

    The mysterious ties that bind us
    As leaves in Autumn cling to the oak

    There is no yoke to hold us
    No chains of unfettered vines

    We find as we wander
    On this fertile earth

    Kindred souls among us
    In this country and that nation

    Who inhabit all that we touch
    Every feeling that we express

    Like an opening suddenly closing
    We grasp beauty where we can

    We see beauty and, yes, pain
    With both eyes fully open

    Ears alert to new sounds
    Sprinkled like raindrops
    On a still, too parched, earth

    On a barren plain or a desert landscape
    Laced with utter stillness

    We solace each with one another

    Take what we can
    From each given moment

    Replenish these waters

    That flow like a rushing stream

    Beyond the pale of one experience

    Unfolding into a complexity of existence

    So simple in its depictions
    Of what man has done to man

    One voice speaks from this wilderness
    This landscape that calls forth

    Each to create what is of value

    All to join in the celebration
    Of the new
    And the old
    And all that is between

    Come together as one people
    In these waters that thrash and roil

    Into the dark and swarming waters
    With the clearness of the calm

    I bare my soul

    ~Thomas~ copyright 12.31.06 U.S.A. Hollywood, CA.

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