Laura Jane Bennett
Born: September 3, 1882 in McComb, Missouri
Died: June 14, 1919 in Mcomb, Missouri
My Grandma Jewell told me her mother was a phenomenol seamstress, there was not a stitch she did not know how to make. She designed her own patterns and used a treddle sewing machine.
Great Grandma made her own herbs for healing--Bamgillion Buds, she made her own salve by adding the herbs to petroleum jelly and Taller (grease from sheep).
She was married to Andrew Hays in Hartville, Missouri on 7-18-1902
According to 1880 Federal Census Laura had the following siblings:
David Bennett born 1872
Isaac Bennett born 1875
Charles E. Bennett born 1877
Twins
Marve D. Bennett born 1880
Martha A. Bennett born 1880
We do not know who the lady is with Grandma, could be one of her sisters.
1920 census at age 37- Wright County, MO
Laura died shortly after this census was taken.
Laura is burried in Ashley Cemetery in McComb, Missouri
Ann
Thank you again, I don't think I even knew her name. What a loss if you weren't doing this. Love you Sis
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful photos and information you have on your Maternal Great Grandmother. Don't you just love knowing the special things like her sewing skills and her medicinal skills?
ReplyDeleteIt is sad to think that such a talented woman who looks so strong in her photos was taken so young.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had her stitching ability and the knowledge to use herbs. Sounds like a neat lady.
ReplyDeleteDeb
So interesting I loved the patchwork quilts. I had one as a child...Would you believe that, my maternal grandfather's name was William Bennett....small world. he came from Liverpool UK
ReplyDeleteI've just dropped in on your "Ancestry" site, and find all these wonderful strong women to be great examples of our forebears. All the talents they had, passed down by hand and tale, and we're all the richer for it.
ReplyDeleteThe Bamgillion buds struck a chord with me, for I'd never heard that before. I wonder if it's some form of Balm of Gilead plant, common in the Mississippi hills and hollers of my Mammaw's raising, with her own strong, hard-working Mama (my own Great Grandmother on that side). I do doubt that she even had time to sew a stitch, though I know she must have, for she was left a widow in her thirties, with ten children to raise.
Eleven mouths to feed at every meal, and the crop to raise, as well. Don't you just look back and admire? And wonder how in the world . . .?
Looking forward to seeing more of these wonderful archives.
rachel