Born Feb. 7, 1892

Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks, my paternal grandmother, was born 130 years ago. She went by the name Alta. When my father was born they lived in Farmersville, Illinois. One summer my brother and I stayed with our grandparents and she taught me to knit. I was four years old.

This is just from the time she resided in a Nursing Care Center in Taylorville, Illinois. My grandmother kept a list of the afghans and shawls she knit for others during this period of her life.
Written inside the cover of her copy of The Book of Common Prayer.

Heritage from a post. May 2017. Ben H at WordPress says “This week, share a photo of something that says “heritage” to you. It can be from your own family or culture — a library, a work of public art, a place of worship, an object passed down to you from previous generations.”

I held the quilt to the window so the light could show how beautifully it is pieced and stitched.

She knit the blue Afghan and handstitched the quilt. She could tat and crochet, too. Made egg noodles and hung to dry on a broom stick.

My father Roy J. Hendricks (b. 1912) is the boy standing on the left. Uncle Alan Ray Hendricks(b.1916) is the baby on my grandmother’s lap. My grandfather is standing, Floyd Merle Hendricks.
Mary Alta on the left , Sarah and Will Kerr in Illinois

Here’s another post for Throwback Thursday

My paternal grandmother, Mary Alta Kerr, born February 7, 1892 and her brother and sister. I need to do more research, dig around in a box, to get info on her siblings details. I know she called her sister “Sis”.

This is the grandmother who taught me to knit when I was little. No date on the photo. She looks to be 5 or 6? Maybe 1900-1901?

Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks passed March 13,1979 and is buried in Morrisonville, Illinois.

This is a photo of my grandmothers recipe box. This is a poem about bread, glued in the lid given to my grandmother by Ella Beyer. She was my godmother and I was given Ella as my middle name.
My grandmother on the right, the one who taught me to knit. 
1973 photograph of me in the middle, my grandmother on the right and Aunt Vesta Kent on the left. Morrisonville, Illinois.

Great grandson Shawn Hendricks posted a photo of this tag found on his father’s (John)Afghan

Morrisonville City Cemetery
Morrisonville, Illinois

27 thoughts on “Born Feb. 7, 1892

  1. Beautiful tribute Ruth, she would be so proud of this. Loved seeing all the family photos and her recipe box. Thank you for sharing!

    • I do have two and my son Mark got a bicentennial one the year he was born. He keeps it on a chair back in his home office. Thanks, Yvette.

      • My FIL passed away in December and had two very old afghans – I ga e away one but cannot yet part ways with the older one (he said early
        1900s from great grandma Bess) but it seems nobody wants these in our family.
        So to hear your son has his in his office is nice!

      • Yes – and so maybe another good reason to take pictures of them and release (like you did with your other blog —)

      • That keep or pitch plan was supposed to help me get stuff out the door. It didn’t really help. I’ve listened to Swedish Death Cleaning while I try to release more! I don’t find it easy to do.

      • Haha / I have not heard of Swedish death cleaning ?
        But for me – years ago – anytime I watched an episode of hoarders I found myself cleaning the garage cupboards – hahaha
        Half kidding but funerals also
        Help me release stuff / when you see folks leave a bunch of stuff behind – yikes –
        It does help me scale back – but keeping stuff is nice too – hm

      • The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning: How to Free Yourself and Your Family from a Lifetime of Clutter
        Book by Margareta Magnusson.

        I think I need to listen to the audiobook again.

  2. Wonderful post Ruth. So many beautiful heritage items, photos. I love the recipe box! And, your grandmother and I share the same birth date. A few years apart.😁

  3. Thanks for sharing all of these historical family treasures, including how/when you learned to knit. I was also excited to read that you have an Aunt Vesta. Vesta is the name of my hometown, named after the postmaster’s daughter.

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