Women Who Remembered - Olga Marie Adams

This post is about my dad's grandmother Olga Marie Adams. But before I begin - I have to comment on this awesome picture. This is a picture was taken in 1892 of a water tower in the city of Milwaukee. Olga was only 4 years old when it was taken and living in Milwaukee. I just want to know if you have ever seen a more awesome looking water tower? I am saying that I have not and this water tower definitely ranks up there in the beautiful water tower category. I know that you are blow away but most water towers are large, round, short and ugly! The Germans knew how to make things and still do.

My mom met with Olga when she was living in San Francisco in the late 1960's. Olga and her husband Fred Smith had left their Mid-Western roots and moved west to San Francisco on account of their other son (they only had 2 sons - one being my grandpa, William Smith) Fred Smith Jr., who was living in San Francisco.

While my mom met with Olga, she took the opportunity and quizzed Olga on her family history. Who her father and mother were, children, names, dates, etc. Olga came through for my mom. She remembered many things. She also remembered the exact place her father was born in Germany. This might not seem amazing but trust me - I am a genealogist and many children don't know as much about their parents as they think they do. Many children have given misinformation or missing information on a death record.

I have only one picture of Olga. I will have to add it to another post because I don't have it scanned into this computer. My mom describes Olga as a small woman with a strong personality. She sounds like my kind of woman. I think I can relate!? 

Olga helped give me my start in genealogy. She remembered her family, so I have, in turn, been able to find and remember my family as well. Thanks Olga.

How I Got Started: My Mother

When I got married, my mom handed me one of those old style Book of Remembrance. Being a genealogist, of course, I still have it. It is light blue, long and short with a soft cover. In it were stored a handful of family group records. Some hand written and others typed (yes, typed on a type writer). The pages contained names, dates and when done, ordinances. It was my beginning. My starting place.Those very bits of information that my mom had collected and saved.  I don't know if my mom felt inspired to give this to me or she felt that since I was now living in Salt Lake, I might be her only hope in getting something going on my dad's side of the family - the non LDS side of the family. The side ready and waiting!

So, I owe my start in genealogy to my mother. With those bits of information I was able to walk into the Family History Library in Salt Lake and begin what would become my life's work. At the time, I didn't know that genealogy was my life's work but my ancestors knew it and encouraged me and still do. Over the years, my ancestors have waited on me while I have pursed my other life's work - that of a mother. (So far,  I have found two main purposes to my life- my children and my ancestors). The bond I have developed with those ancestors that have waited on me is very strong.

Now, almost 19 years later, I want to thank my mom for giving me my start in genealogy. She encouraged me and I accepted that invitation. As stated in the Doctrine and Covenants: For behold the field is white already to harvest; and lo, he that thrusteth in his sickle with his might, the same layeth up in store that he perisheth not, but bringeth salvation to his soul.

Jilline