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No. 1: Where and When did Alexander BRYAN (First generation) die?

No. 2: Who were Alexander's parents? Does he descend from THE Alexander Bryan of Milford, CT. or did he descend from an obscure BRYAN family, yet to be discovered?

No. 3: Where is Samantha HUDSON Bryan buried?

No. 4: When and Where did Viola Bryan BROWN die? (Child of William Clark Bryan and Marguerite Sullivan).

No. 5: Why was Gordon James Bryan born in Britton, SD? (Why were his parents there?)

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I was only 12 years old when Grandma Celeste died in 1960, but I remember her well. She spent a lof of time at our house visiting. One time my brother Stuart & I left the house on a cold winter day and walked to a friend's house to play. We were always told to stay away from the pond that was in our neighborhood; but since it was so cold, we decided to take the shortcut and cross the pond. In a matter of minutes, both Stuart and I fell in. We were in a dangerous situation with heavy winter coats and leggings and the water was up to our necks. Luckily, a 16 year old boy who lived by the pond heard our cries for help and rescued us, by pulling us out one at a time. He carried me, as Stuart and he walked/ran us home. Grandma Celeste was visiting that day. When my mother saw us, she was so mad (yet thankful we were alive) and swatted both of us about the head. Grandma Celeste intervened and said, "Oh My, you must never strike a child, especially around the head." I remember Grandma talking to us in a very soothing way as she helped to get us out of the wet clothing and into dry clothes. I also remember that she used to fold her arms and rock back and forth all the time, not knowing she was doing this -- I think it was because she had so many children and it was just a normal thing for her to do. She was a very kind, warm, loving mother and grandmother. The world would be a better place if she were still in it. Kathy Bryan

ps- I almost forgot - WHO could forget SNOOZER? The ever-faithful canine companion of the George J. Bryan family. Snoozer always barked at the paper boy and one night Gloria Bryan had a dream that Snoozer jumped on Michael's bike and chased after the paper boy, barking at him as he peddled down the driveway. Really! Gloria, those dreams of yours!

From Robert (Bob) Bryan - My Grandpa and Grandma were known as "Maggie" and "Will". They lived with us for a couple of years when we lived in Brooklyn Center on 63rd and June Avenue N. We had no electricity at the time, so naturally no indoor plumbing or running water. I think it was a "heavy" load that my parents had to carry in taking care of Will and Maggie, since there were still kids at home and with the laundry and bathroom facilities as they were, it was just too much on my parents. Grandma Maggie Bryan had been crippled ever since I could remember and was not able to get around much without the aid of a cane. She was pretty much bound to her rocking chair. It was placed where she could look out a huge window into the back yard; which was like looking at nothing, since we lived at the end of a dirt road and people seldom ventured down that far. Grandpa Will Bryan was short, a little hunched over, but a rather spry old gentleman, who at 87 years of age walked 3 miles into town nearly every day. Destination: 44th and Newton Avenue N. He almost always picked up candy for the small children, then walked the 3 miles back again. I'm also quite sure that trip was made to pick up his Copenhagen snuff. He was seldom caught without a pinch of that in his lower lip. He had the traditional coffee can right by "his" rocking chair (to dispose of the snoose) and once in a while he would even hit the mark. At the age of 89, quite rapidly, Grandpa Will became very senile, which made it impossible for him to stay with us any longer. He was put in a nursing home, where he eventually fell down a flight of stairs, lapsed into a coma for 4 days and never came out of it. He would have been 90 years old in 2 more days. Prior to moving in with us, they lived just of Broadway in North Mpls. I would make it a point to visit them at least every other week. A story passed down from "my" father is that Grandpa Will was into cockfighting when they lived in Michigan. Dad told me that when he was a young boy, he watched grandpa sharpen the spurs on a rooster once. When he finished sharpening them, he just gave the rooster a toss into the air and it shot right back at him and sunk its spurs into grandpa's arm. I don't know if the rooster survived.

(From Gloria Bryan) - In the early 1950's, Grandma Florence Gilbert ( a widow) would take the street car from her home in the Plymouth Avenue neighborhood, North Minneapolis to Penn and Broadway for a weekly visit to our house. She would spend the entire day, reading stories and entertaining her great-grandchildren. At the end of a long day and after dinner, we would drive her home in the evening. It was during these visits that she taught me many lullabyes and poems that she had memorized and would often recite to the children. She was a very busy, active lady and often took care of her grandson, Jimmy Montgomery. We found it humerous that many times she would recount her weekly activities to us, and they always included visits up and down Broadway Avenue to stop in at all the local mortuaries to see who had died. I remember her as a very sedate, prim and proper lady, who was also very kind.

(From Gloria Bryan) - In the early 1950's we also took several week-end fishing expeditions with Grandma Celeste, Grandpa George and Michael to the North Shore. I remember Celeste and I picking blueberries during these trips, while the men were out fishing. Celeste really enjoyed watching t.v. when it first came out and spent a lot of time cooking -- and a wonderful cook she was!. She was a very loving mother, a fantastic mother-in-law and left us too soon. My memories of her are very warm.