Toledo, WA and Ancestry.com~ Travelin' Tuesday

Last Memorial Day Weekend

I traveled north for a family friend's

100th Birthday Party!

And since the party was a very short distance from

my grandparent's hometown of Toledo,

I decided to combine the visit with a photo/research trip

to satisfy a recent burgeoning interest in my ancestry.

Since watching Henry Louis Gates, Jr.'s PBS series

on 'African American Lives' and 'Faces of America',

I have become fascinated with the idea of learning about the people

who created my DNA.

But back to the party!

Eileen, my grandparent's friend from Toledo days,

turned 100 years old.

And everywhere, on every table at her party, were

photos from her early life

as well as the photo book above that her daughters had compiled

entitled 'The First 100 Years'...

Shots of this beauty everywhere

and here posing with her sister, Eleanor~

her younger sister who was too elderly

and ill to attend the party...

When I walked into the Virgil Lee Community Center in Chehalis, Washington,

this tough cookie greeted me at the door

sans cane or walker, perched in heeled shoes

and stood for the ENTIRE 3 hour event!

I couldn't have done it!

Not once did she sit, nor stop to fill herself a plate from the buffet line

as her more than 100 guests did throughout the party.
She tirelessly hugged every guest upon their arrival

and posed with a genuine smile for every photo op.

When I came in she hugged me

and said, "I'm so glad you came."

"You look fantastic," I said.

"Feel great," she replied. "Not a single ache or pain."

"What? How is it that at nearly 50, I'm filled with aches and pains

and you have none. Do you walk for exercise?"

"Nope, the stairs to my room are all the exercise I need. And I occasionally

still go to the casino."

Whoo Hoo! So much more to look forward to!

With more than 100 guests, there wasn't much more opportunity for us to visit. Only a few words here and there. So I filled MY plate, had 2 (count 'em two) pieces of cake and wandered through the room admiring old photos, wishing I could turn back the clock to the days when she and her husband and my grandparents partied and played together.

I'd seen pictures of them all when they were young, seen them visit in their later years when Eileen would take the train down and spend a few days together but I'd never seen them interact as young people.

As I flipped through the photo album of her first 100 years, I came upon the photo that made me gasp.

Roy Moffitt, (spelled wrong in the photo). My grandfather's father! I had completely forgotten! Eileen's sister Eleanor had married my great-grandfather after Grandpa's mother, Hazel, died. Look at that dashingly handsome guy!

So after the party and a night on Hood Canal (another place my grandfather spent time as a kid and where his family owned a resort before the depression), I returned to Toledo for a few photos.

There's not alot terribly charming about Toledo...
though several of the town's buildings have recreated and mounted famous paintings on their walls...

But to me it is rich with the history of the people I loved, now a puzzle for me to dive into, a treasure hunt not only of the puzzle itself but of all it's many intricate pieces.

The town of Toledo was named after this Steamer,

also called the Toledo, in 1881 according to this photo mounted near the pharmacy.

As I wandered the town taking shots

and wondering how best to find out more,

I came upon a tiny Logging Museum.

The man at the antique store next door asked

if I wanted to look inside.

I said if he had the key and was the one who could make that happen

then the answer was yes.

And when I say tiny,

I mean that the museum is a quaint enough room

that one can walk inside and twirl but not actually walk anywhere.

So I twirled and looked, admiring all the photos and equipment on the walls

remembering that my grandmother had worked in a logging camp

after her mother died.

And then I recognized a face...

The man standing second from the right

with the mustache

holding his cup next to the coffee pot...

is my great, great grandfather: Jeremiah (Jerry) Lewis.

More to come in future posts and from Ancestry.com. And if you missed it and are interested in either of Henry Louis Gates Jr.'s PBS series, go to PBS.org and streamline it on your computer.

I guaranty you, you'll get hooked!

(All photographs copyright: Kirsten Steen)