Candy Hulbert Ditkowski's Page

In memory and in honor of the ancestors who have gone before me - the ones who died before their time.



Infant Hulbert - son of my 4th great-grandfather. Never knew about you until I happened across your stone in the cemetery. Died at only 1 day old.



Ferona Margaret Hulbert - daughter of my 3rd great-grandfather. I have a picture of you as an infant, and you only lived to the age of 3, probably the only picture taken of you.



Florida Kerr Hulbert - 1st wife of my… Continue

I am a Buckeye.



No, that's not just a worthless nut (although my husband might agree on the "nut" part), but rather it's an understood term used for those who live in the state of Ohio. I was born there, raised there, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all spent the majority of their lives there. And so on, and so on, etc...you get the idea.



The only thing is that I no longer live there. As life usually happens, I got married, and we moved to the state of… Continue

Last November, I received notice that Google Images had digitized photos from LIFE magazine. Most people are probably thinking...big whoop. But in my family, this is an exciting thing.



A little history first - my mother grew up in northwest Ohio where, in September of1950, a Polio epidemic had broken out. Well, LIFE magazine was all over this story and wouldn't you know - my mother had her picture taken with two of her brothers and it was enshrined forever within the pages of the… Continue

I was recently asked by another genealogy addict..."Out of all your ancestors, who would you want to be like and why?"



As soon as I heard the question, my mind was racing. No, I haven't found anyone incredibly famous along the lines of my family tree that I wish my genes were traced from. But these ancestors that I've found...oh the stories they could tell of their own lives.



There's my 9th great-grandfather, William Hulbert. I can't imagine being a young man of only… Continue

There has always been a story told over and over again by my mother and grandmother. I doubt it was told to us as a warning regarding the dangers of playing near railroad tracks - we never lived near railroad tracks. I think perhaps it was probably one of the most devastating family events, so it was a story that was retold over and over to preserve the memory of this little boy as best as possible?



Oddly enough, before I began… Continue