Showing posts with label Perry Clifford Pearson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Perry Clifford Pearson. Show all posts
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Groundbreaking
Labels:
70's,
Auburndale Florida,
Chuck Peck,
John W. Burr,
Perry Clifford Pearson,
Richard Alan Pearson,
Zella Jones Pearson
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Pearson Portrait
A Pearson Portrait dated on the back November 4, 1943. Never got to meet my grandfather but I
heard he was always smiling and joking around. Who ever took this photo must have said something
really funny. I would love to know what. You can tell my grandmother is about to start cracking
up also. They must have been going to some party or some event. That generation sure did know
how to dress.
heard he was always smiling and joking around. Who ever took this photo must have said something
really funny. I would love to know what. You can tell my grandmother is about to start cracking
up also. They must have been going to some party or some event. That generation sure did know
how to dress.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Trips to Daytona Beach and New Orleans
Labels:
Grandmother Jones,
Grandmother Pearson,
Henrietta Davis,
Jackson Guy Pearson,
Perry Clifford Pearson,
Zella Jones Pearson
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Welcome
Roots stretching from Kentucky all the way to Florida welcome to House of Pearson. You will see a
lot of photos and some stories about the House of Pearson. I will try to mix the current and the pass.
October is a special month for me. My father Richard Alan Pearson was born October 14, 1943
to Guy Pearson(top left) & Zella J. Pearson(top right) of Anchorage, Kentucky. His bother was
Perry C Pearson(bottom). The story begins with images and dates from my father's baby book. This is
the 1st entry in that album.
lot of photos and some stories about the House of Pearson. I will try to mix the current and the pass.
October is a special month for me. My father Richard Alan Pearson was born October 14, 1943
to Guy Pearson(top left) & Zella J. Pearson(top right) of Anchorage, Kentucky. His bother was
Perry C Pearson(bottom). The story begins with images and dates from my father's baby book. This is
the 1st entry in that album.
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