My great-grandmothers

December 14, 2023

Giordan read a poem tonight about missing her great-grandmother putting her to bed. Interesting thought, writing a poem about my great-grandmother(s). I’m thinking of writing a poem for each one. I never met any of them. On my mother’s side, they are Dutch. My mother’s mother’s mother was Trijntje Van Shepen born in Annaparochie, Friesland, Netherlands. She married Martin Engbringhof in the Netherlands June 5, 1879 & was evidently about 5 months pregnant at the time because their first daughter, Fannie, was born Sept.27, 1879. Fannie, then, was oldest sister of my Grandma Cena, who was the 5th daughter & youngest child. I remember Great Aunt Fannie and have pictures of her. They immigrated to America in about 1882, went to Chicago, then down to the Lafayette, Indiana area, my hometown. In America they became: Trena and Martin Brink. The children were: Fannie, Flora, Martha, Clara, and Cena, my grandmother. There was a boy, Henry, born after Martha, who only lived a year. He is buried in the old Greenbush cemetery near No. 12th St. in Lafayette. I don’t know if there is a headstone.

My mother’s father’s mother was also Dutch, born in 1872 in Stiens, Friesland, Netherlands. Her name was Katherine Hanstra. She immigrated in 1889 to Chicago area, married Wopke (William) Plantinga May 3,1893. They had a son, my Grandpa George, 5 months later on Oct.15th. For the rest of his life, they refused to ever celebrate his birthday, because it was embarrassing to them. They also came south and settled in the Lafayette Indiana area, then proceeded to have 10 more children. My Grandpa helped raise and support them as a young adult, him being the oldest. He came home one day and found his mother, Katherine, crying because the kids had to start school & she didn’t have money to buy them shoes. My Grandpa George went out and bought them all shoes.

My father’s mother’s mother was Cora Belle Owens. She was born in Lawrence County Indiana in 1869, married Charles S. Reid Feb.27, 1889. They had a girl (Margaret), a boy (Noyes– interesting name), then a girl named Mary, my grandmother. After her came the boy, Walter, who also died as a baby of 7 months. (I posted his headstone in a post below.) After Charles died in 1917, she married another man 2 years later at age 55, but then herself passed 2 years later at age 57. She lived her entire life in Indiana.

My father’s father’s mother was Carrie E. Biby, born in Crawford County Indiana in 1860. She married at age 19 to a man 19 years older than herself, a man named JAMES AGNEW. (James had a father ALSO named James Agnew and this is the ancestry that stops with the older James. I’ve never found where he was born or who his parents were.) — The younger James, my great-grandfather, and Carrie Biby lived their lives in New Albany, Indiana. Carrie was James’ SECOND marriage, as his first wife died very young. James and Carrie had 4 sons, William, James G., Frederick, and Alfred, but James G.— again— lived only 6 months. His name was James Garfield Agnew & there is no headstone. AFTER Alfred, though, came a set of twins, a girl and a boy: Gertrude, and John Wesley, my grandfather. Now it gets interesting: James Agnew my GGrandfather died from a fall off a ladder while painting a house with one of his sons. CARRIE, then, lives 10 more years, BUT, dies in 1916 in an insane asylum, a famous one in Indiana, in Madison County. I feel bad that she died there.

Of these 4 great-grandmothers, 2 were Dutch; Cora Belle Owens’ ancestry leads to Wales, and Carrie’s to England. 

LAST DAY OF CLASSES

November 30, 2023

Last day of classes

is always the same,

a mixture of sadness

and personal GAIN,

No one has energy,

no one cares,

let’s do this review

and get outa here!

Another semester has ended today,

Did they learn anything??

It’s hard to say,

It’s hard to believe it’s been 16 weeks!

No one has questions, and no one speaks!

It’s time to go home until final exams.

Look up those power points,

read them again,

then take that test, and wait for your grade,

“Is there any extra credit I can do?” they SAY,

“No, no, my friend, it’s too late for that,

It IS what it IS,” says Dr. BLACK,

This particular group will not reappear,

I wish you all WELL until first of the year!

cfblack 12-1-2023

what my kids will say about me when I’m gone

November 8, 2023

(I was inspired to write this poem after hearing a similar one tonight.)

She didn’t want to sky dive,

She burned cookies,

She was a good mom,

She had a good heart,

She believed in prayer and prayed for us,

She always tried to tell me what to do.

She had 1000 pictures on her phone!

She saved pennies in a jar!

She was always getting rid of stuff,

When we left home, she sold our stuff!

She loved being a grandma

and being with us,

She loved the Blues,

She loved all of us,

She loved to dance,

She loved South Carolina,

She loved Charleston

and walking the beach,

She struggled with depression

and ADHD,

She loved Purdue sports,

She loved time alone.

She wanted to do better,

She couldn’t tell a joke,

She worked her tail off

to pay off debt,

She could have been better at making friends,

at being humble,

or making amends,

She never taught us how to cook,

She taught us all to love a book,

She struggled with how to use her time,

She loved lemon more than lime,

She wanted to find her ancestors,

She could really get on my nerves,

She stayed with us as long as she could,

but then flew on to other worlds!

October 17, 2023

Tonight, driving past the Statehouse,

we saw two groups on opposite sides,

each one holding up signs of their homeland,

each one chanting loudly with passion.

One side a white flag with blue stripes and star,

the other black-white-green-striped with red triangle,

One side with women showing their hair,

the other with hair underneath a scarf.

Their nations are at war, killing each other,

but we all live here in Columbia.

We all have children who wish to be loved,

we all worship God Who created the world,

Did He not create us all?

Did he build this wall, or did we?

Perhaps He built steps for us all to climb,

We start at the bottom, walk higher and higher,

then meet one another, across the top.

What do we do? Start down the other side?

Aren’t we all human? Can we not stay alive

on this earth that we all walk upon?

We don’t have to agree on everything,

we can call God by different names,

We just have to agree to see each other as H-U-M-A-N.

It’s really not that hard to do.

But when we allow hate to overturn love,

We become lower than the animal.

Animals do not kill because of hate,

They kill in order to survive.

One Sun in the sky,

One Moon at night,

One planet we live and die together on.

As for me, I want all children to live,

all children to have no fear,

all children to be with their families,

all children to survive.

cfblack 10-17-2023

“In short, for a few days we live on this earth and eventually we are buried in it, it is our eternal tomb. Is it worthwhile that we should engage in bloodshed and tear one another to pieces for this eternal tomb?” ~~ ‘Abdu’l-Baha

The Sounds of midnight

September 22, 2023

What are the sounds of midnight?

are they keeping you awake?

Somewhere a dog barks

while children are asleep,

I hear an ambulance siren

screaming down the street,

Someone has an emergency

someone works the night shift,

traffic on the highway,

trucks roaring loudly,

insects add a lighter shrill constant calling sound,

my husband turns now in our bed,

I have a sniffly nose,

2am occasionally two owls may come to call,

hoot-hooting to one another,

this is their time to go,

The world is never silent,

Life is all around,

The Earth is ever-turning

day and night are full of sound.

cfblack 9-22-2023

It is Fall.

September 16, 2023

Nights are different now,

They are quiet.

The locust waves of cascading songs have gone,

A high shrill but quiet insect calls

for hours, “Is anyone still out there?”

A few others make staccato chirps

But all in all, it is Fall.

The sun still warms us on a walk,

But sunsets happen earlier,

and soon, the leaves will turn, and fall,

Good night all.

cfblack, 9-15-2023

morning haiku

September 10, 2023

Orange sunrise promise fades

as thunder rolls across the sky,

stopping morning walk.

6-8-5 (not 5-7-5 but I like it)

cfblack, 230910

Some nights

September 8, 2023

Some nights

when it is quiet

after a long, noisy day,

a busy, productive day,

or a relaxing day,

I don’t want to go to bed.

It is quiet now.

Earlier, thunder rolled, lightning flashed,

wind picked up,

but now, all is still.

My husband sleeps,

birds settle in their nests,

a few crickets chirp,

I can write a poem,

read a little,

take melatonin,

settle my thoughts.

But I remember I want to walk EARLY

before it’s very hot,

so I will retire, and go to bed,

dream some dreams I will forget.

cfblack, 9-7-2023

Southern pines

September 5, 2023

I like to walk at dusk or dawn,

hear the trees speak to my soul,

These southern pines rise to the skies,

majestically, stand tall,

Offer shelter to the birds

to safely raise their young,

Oh, the stories they could tell!

They weep and whisper to themselves,

but lift their branches to the Sun

and hope for better days.

cfblack, 230905

Family history: Bybee family

August 25, 2023

Carrie Bybee married James Agnew of New Albany Indiana, my GGrandfather. They were parents of my grandfather John Wesley Agnew who worked for Monon Railroad. Anyway, going the other way, for a long time I never had anything showing up for the Bybees. It is now open all the way back to a 9th Great-grandfather, William Bibby who was born in 1598 in Stalmine, Lancashire, England (and died in Virginia in 1637. Lancashire England is way up in the NW part of England, going towards Scotland. The Bybees go from VA to KY eventually, & then to southern Indiana.

William Bibby

Edmund Bybee

John A. Bybee

John Buford Bybee

Allen Bybee Sr.

Allen Bybee Jr.

William R. Bybee

— his daughter, Carrie, my great-grandmother who married John Wesley Agnew, my dad’s dad.