This is my grandfather, John Henderson. He was a Navy Fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier in WW2. After his service he settled in Baton Rouge Louisiana with his wife Rosemary and raised the family which included my father, John.
This weekend my little sister got married at Galena Park in Reno, Nevada which is a few miles past the end of the four lane on the Mount Rose highway heading up to Lake Tahoe. It was a lovely ceremony.
About the same time I was racing through rush hour traffic in my Forester trying to get back to the park after having failed to get back to her house to retrieve a sash in time that was part of her dress, it was let out that the wings you see in this photo were misplaced. Most likely they fell and were lost somewhere in the park. They were to be worn by my sister as a token both old and borrowed.
We went back the next day with a metal detector to search the grass with no luck. Something like this is both unusual and noteworthy and if any one hears anything please contact me.
Granddaddy worked as a lumberjack in Washington with his brother Eugene, who’s still kicking @ 93. In Louisiana Johnny had a farm in Baton Rouge and a Christmas tree farm in Clinton. He loved forests, so it will be no great tragedy if this memento lives out it’s existence in the pine forests of the Virginia Range should it not be found.
Still, as physical remainders like these inevitably slip away, we’re left with only the relics of the heart, and times like this bring them back as strong as ever.
-M
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June 10, 2009 at 2:09 am
I’m your father’s cousin. My mother is Jane, who passed away this spring. I ran across Uncle John’s photo while looking for some info on my grandparents, E. E. and Leila Henderson — the Ellensburg Daily Record archives are saved in microfiche, and the gossip column offers a glimpse into the lives of some of our forebearers. At any rate, my wife and I enjoyed your pictures. I’m not really a family history buff, It’s just that I’ve been thinking about my mother. Best Wishes, Rich