Bullington

21 December

2011

Wordless Wednesday: Bullington Kids

By Stephanie Pitcher Fishman Bullington, photography No Comments

> Left to Right: John Thomas “Tom” Bullington twins Cora Bullington and Nora Bullington My granny, Cortez Bullington

07 December

2011

30 November

2011

17 November

2011

Those Places Thursday: Pleasant Hill Baptist Church

By Stephanie Pitcher Fishman Bullington, photography 2 Comments

Down a country road in Rebecca, Georgia sits a modest white church called Pleasant Hill. It was established in 1876, and I believe that my family had ancestors within the church membership nearly all of its existence.As a child I played in the cemetery as my grandmother straightened up graves on our annual visits “down […]

13 November

2011

Scrapbook Sunday: Family History Album wk 2

By Stephanie Pitcher Fishman Bullington, Flowers, photography, scrapbooking 4 Comments

Another week… another page! I have to say that this is one of my favorite “to-do” items! I really enjoy learning a new craft. This week’s assignment was to complete our pedigree chart and family tree. Unlike the charts that we are normally accustomed to creating this one is fairly general. No birth dates or […]

09 November

2011

Wordless Wednesday: A Groom and His Bride

By Stephanie Pitcher Fishman Bullington, marriage, photography No Comments

  Last week’s Wordless Wednesday post about T.R. can be find HERE.

02 November

2011

Wordless Wednesday: A Civil War Connection

By Stephanie Pitcher Fishman Bullington, military, photography No Comments

Perhaps I should title this, “Nearly Wordless Wednesday.” I’ve been thinking a lot about my family’s U.S. Civil War connections after posting an article on Examiner.com: Ohio and the U.S. Civil War: Finding your family’s connections. Here is one of my connections from my cotton line, great-great-grandfather Thomas Ray Bullington.

31 October

2011

Matrilineal Monday: Remembering My Grandmother

By Stephanie Pitcher Fishman Bullington, Flowers No Comments

Cortez Bullington Flowers, or Granny to me, was from my cotton line. She was  my cotton line. Literally. She picked cotton on her parents’ farm – among other things – while she was growing up in the deep south. She was born the daughter of a man part Southern Baptist preacher-part farmer in Rebecca, Turner […]