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Magic Margot Shoebox is a collection point for all that I hold dear - and that's a lot. My recent inspiration is Don Floyd's new blog thecaptainandthomasine.

The original title of my blog "Chihuahuas for Change" popped into my head two years ago when I was looking for a place to "store" all the information I accumulated on Sarah Palin. I've since dumped that information as others have done a far better job researching and accumulating.

Life is about change and since I have darling Libby the chihuahua the title seems to still be fresh.


One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.

"Nullius in verba" Take no one's word for it.
Do your own research.

Success if going from one failure to the next with enthusiasm. Winston Churchill




I told you this is a shoebox and we all know that we simply put stuff into a shoebox in no particular order. That's how things are going to appear here. When something whaps me over the head you will be the first to know.

Right now, I want to tell you about my favorite blog in the whole wide world - Margaret and Helen. Hope you go read their post called "I can see November" - while there note their statistics. A grandson set this site up and it's been around the world several times. Margaret and Helen have been friends for over sixty years and counting.

Don Floyd and I have been friends for more than thirty years and counting. We first became pen pals in the late 70's. We are cousins and share a passion for genealogy. My major project this year was helping Don get his book "The Captain and Thomasine" published. Will give you more details in later post.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Bi Centennial 1976 DUNWOODY GEORGIA

History is a story and a story must have a beginning, but where?  My genealogy research was born of the Bi Centennial celebration of 1976. It is a story of America as seen through some of its most notable people.  You will not find these most of these people listed in history books.  However, they are no less important.  These are the people who make up the whole of the United States.  It is they, collectively, who are America and they are notable and worthy of remembrance.  Their names may not be known but their spirit is.  I researched the family back following all the paths.  Here is a remembrance of July4, 1976.
Today is the Fourth of July 1976 – two hundred years since the Declaration of Independence was signed. Celebrations are planned across the country, but in Atlanta they will be smaller as the rain is pouring ceaselessly.  Atlanta seems to be the only rainy place in the country this Independence day.  Yesterday the Dunwoody Community parade passed through the small but growing crossroads north of Atlanta.  Most observers and parade participants were not from either Atlanta or the south.  Most residents of Dunwoody are from other parts of the United States and particularly from the north.  They are new immigrants to this growing center of business activity.  The climate is agreeable and the people still unspoiled and friendly.  It seems everyone wants to come to Atlanta and Dunwoody is one of Atlanta’s better neighborhoods.
Today the people of Dunwoody cannot attend a picnic, go to Lake Lanier or even attend a fireworks display at Stone Mountain.  July 4th 1976 is sodden with an unremitting cold rain.  The only alternative is enjoying the activity of others as seen on the day-long coast to coast coverage on the three networks.  But, perhaps that is not so bad after all.  How else could one get such a marvelous overview of the whole country’s activities and taste the entire buffet of activity: from the blood chilling entrance of the tall ships into New York harbor; the reenactment of the battle of Gettysburg; to the playing of the 1812 Overture by the Boston Symphony complete with real cannon and fireworks.  The grand finale was the magnificent firework display at the Statue of Liberty, the Washington Monument and Lincoln Memorial.  It was an exhilarating day and while the rain restricted our physical movements perhaps it provided us with a bonus bird’s eye view.
What a country and what a people.  How did it come to be?  Who are these people? How are we one? In personal terms, exactly what did independence mean to people two hundred years ago?  Do we still share the same feelings, hopes and fears as they?  Let’s take a look and as we look keep in mind that two hundred years passes quickly.  Will our descendants two hundred years hence ask the same questions?  We must be sure to leave something worthy of their backward glance.
We are a family of four living in Dunwoody Georgia.  The children are Stephens Blakely Woodrough age 13 and Page Annette Woodrough age 5 this Bi Centennial year.  These future adults are presently blessed with a relatively stable world and it does not look as though Stephens, Jr. will face military draft.  Page lives in a time of women’s liberation and will be free to be exactly the person she wishes.  Once she finishes her education she will be free from the prejudices that have restricted women for thousands of years.  The future is full of hope; there will be problems, but it appears that the country is headed in a forward direction.
The parents are Margaret Vollmer Woodrough and Stephens Blakely Woodrough who live at 1823 Trowbridge Drive in a lovely spacious home full of various projects and interests of the senior Woodroughs.  Both Steve and Margot are immensely interested in life.  They are curious, searching, thinking people and have been active in the community.  They were married in the year that John Kennedy was shot and killed in Dallas Texas.  Their early years together were tormented by the escalating Vietnam War.  Inflation was rising but in general things were economically sound and income kept pace with rising costs.
Politically things were worsened by the election of Richard Nixon as President.  Neither Woodrough voted for him but somehow in spite of the odds a majority of citizens did. Nixon’s story over the next six years is most important as it tested the constitution and the resolve of the founding fathers.  With Nixon’s resignation and the new presidency of James Carter there is much hope.  Time will tell.
Steve and Margot Woodrough were married at St. Stephens Martyr Church in Washington D.C on Pennsylvania Avenue.  It is a lovely new church which was recently built to replace an older outdated structure.  St. Stephens was the parish church for the Kennedys while they were in the White House.  At the time of her marriage Margaret Vollmer was living at 2411 H Street NW in a little townhouse that was recently renovated. This area of the city was gentrified and called “Foggy Bottom”.  Previously it housed some of the worst slums and the city’s gas tanks.  The gas tank land remained vacant for many years and it was on this site that the infamous “Watergate” apartment and office building building of Nixon’s Watergate scandal was built.  Down the street was the once  infamous (of Watergate fame) Howard Johnson Hotel where one could go for a drink after work and a quick pack of cigarettes.  A little further down Virginia Avenue was the Harry T. Thompson Water Sports Center.  It was the perfect summer meeting spot where one could bicycle up the C and O Canal tow path, or take a canoe to Theodore Roosevelt Island and marvel at the fact that once Indians stalked its trails.  On summer evenings there were concerts at the Watergate Concert barge at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial Bridge. These were the tag ends of a calm peaceful simple time.

Change was coming, but we didn’t know it.  In 1963 the “Poor Peoples March” on Washington launched Martin Luther King into national conscious followed by his assassination and student protest over the Vietnam War.  It was these events that made the Bi-centennial year appear serene and special.  Had we finally come together?

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