CHAPTER 7

The Tracy Family History

Igo Cemetery

 

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Igo Cemetery Today
    To get to the Igo cemetery today, first go to the little town of Igo, which is on the map and a 45 minute drive from Red Bluff. There isn’t much there, just a church, school, post office, and a bar.
    Go to the ’T’ in the road and then east on Placer Road, 3/10 of a mile to the last house on the left (pink). Turn left on what the locals call the “dirt road.” Only it is not a dirt road, but an old broken down asphalt road.
    Follow this old road as it winds for 3/10 of a mile until it ends at the Igo cemetery. As you enter the cemetery, turn left and follow the fence, going down almost to the end. Near the end is the Moon plot.
    This photo is of me, Jim Tracy.

Text Box: Most of the stories I have told, and will continue to tell throughout the following pages were completely unknown to my relatives. I am talking about very old relatives whom I knew very well. I had to find these stories through extensive research. All were indifferent about their ancestry, believing, like many of us in this world, that their people were just farmers. As we shall see, we had some very famous farmers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: “I never knew granddad had two wives!”–Cousin Hazel Knude, 94 years old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: Every historian and genealogist has the same experience when interviewing people for research. “I only wish you could have talked with ______when they were alive. They would have had the information.” “I only wish, I only wish, I only wish.”

 

 

Text Box: When I first approached Aunt Hattie for information on the family history, she immediately contacted her cousins. One had the family photo album, which he was about to throw out in the trash. This album had the photo of Uncle Billy and several other Moon photos that I have used. The Tehama County historian, Keith Lingenfelter was thrilled. This is the only photo of Uncle Billy in existence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    This story could not have been written without the help of Aunt Hattie. Many have asked me to include a photo of her so we can all see what the great, reluctant, historian/genealogists looks like.
    I have chosen to use this photo of her when she was young. She would have liked that.
Aunt Hattie had been approached by at least one other cousin asking for help in completing the family genealogy. Aunt Hattie refused to cooperate. I was lucky, I was Aunt Hattie’s favorite nephew. We would have meetings at her tiny house in Red Bluff, and we corresponded by letter.
    It is too bad that Aunt Hattie, Grandma Tracy, and so many others of our elderly kin did not live to see the family history finished. They, with so little interest in the subject, would have been proud, for ours is a proud history.
    Aunt Hattie would have been like Cousin Opal who will not let the family history book out of her site,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: By some the idea of a family history is treated with contempt, and indifference marks the conduct of many who have great reason to be proud of their descent. But it is noticeable that those who most affect indifference, and who give least aid to the preparation of their family history, are the first to use the volume when printed, the first to boast of the honoured records it alone preserves of their ancestry, and the first to find fault with its omissions. –Rev. Horace Edwin Haden, eminent author                                      of Virginia Genealogies, 1890              Next Chapter  



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Text Box: “Of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, it might have been.” –John Greenleaf Wittier

Text Box: My mother was raised in the country. Her brothers and sisters were placed in homes in Red Bluff to attend high school. Her mother, being Scotch, would only allow her children to stay with upper-class families, cultured, and refined families. Mother lived with the Judge Ellison family, the most prominent family in town. Through this family mother knew many of these people in these stories personally, meeting them at dinners and quite often talking with them on the sidewalks of downtown Red Bluff.

Text Box: It always amazes me that I come up with information that some, usually all, of the family never knew existed. I tell the old ones, “You should be telling me these stories. I should not be telling you!”