Coleman, Smith and Pipal Family Memories

Coleman, Smith and Pipal Family Memories

Cousin Allan

thanks for your responding.

Many years ago Jean sent me a family chart.

I will have to search to find it.

Very sorry to hear that Jean has taken a fall and is frail.

My contact with Jean has been sporadic and minimal over our lifetimes.

She visited us in Detroit once or twice.

Then she moved to Denver, I vaguely remember to work on an advanced degree or to teach at a university.

My parents and I and my dad's step mother visited Jean in Denver on one of our Summer Family Road Trips.

Then skip ahead many years to 1977 when I traveled in Scotland and visited Kirkcaldy and I saw her then plus your Smith Grandparents.

in 2002 when I drove down from Aberdeen to St. Andrews I tried to connect with your mother and the two of you boys but I did not have a phone number or address and simply tried to reach you by using the phone book and a pay phone from near the main golf course.

My connection with the Coleman or the Smith families sadly were also sporadic over my lifetime.

your Aunt Charlotte (my memory is fuzzy this morning while I am typing and I am not sure that was here name)

only remember meeting her during one visit to our home

then in South Dakota I believe after she married her husband Pipal

and had Dick (Dickie).

then in Montana when she, her husband and two sons had moved for his work in mining.

in recent years I have had more internet contact with Sherri (Dick's wife) and some with Dick Pipal.

stopping point in this rambling message

Aunt Mary (Uncle Alex) - Smith grandparents

Bert (your dad)

Charlotte Pipal and her family

Jean

Aunt Sally (Uncle Dave Mulholland) and their 3 children all in Detroit too

Aunt Nelly? (not remembering her married name) in Toronto we visited them a few times up to when I turned 18

Grandma and Grandpa Coleman visited once in the 50s.

Mary, Joan, Sally, Nelly, one other sister, 4 brothers one named Tommy

those are the names I remember from the Coleman Family

this is like trying to put together a giant jigsaw puzzle with only a vague fuzzy memory of the painting or photograph of the complete image from the boxes the miscellaneous jigsaw puzzle pieces came in from collecting them over 73 1/2 years.