Showing posts with label Boche. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boche. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

This is a 4-Generation picture of the Bionaz/Boche side of my family. My 2great-grandparents Peter and Charlotte Boche, their daughter my great grandmother Orpheline Boche Bionaz, my grandparents John and Elizabeth Hawke Bionaz aand the little girl is my mother Elizabeth Joan Bionaz Baker.



This picture was taken about 1934. How I dated it was the little girl in the picture is my mother and she was born 4 Aug 1931 and her sister was born in 1936 and their mother, Elizabeth Hawke Bionaz does not look like she is pregnant.

The drawing was sent to me by my Sister-In-Law Lisa. I do not know who drew it, but it is a lot easier to tell who is who. Especially when the picture is of a large crowd.





Saturday, June 5, 2010

Suranme Saturday

The Surname I'm going to mention today is one of my Italian names, Bionaz
My mom Elizabeth Joan Bionaz Baker - born in San Francisco California - 1931
My grandfather John Camil Bionaz - born in Southfork, Cambria County, Pennsylvania - 1904
My great-grandfather John Elere Bionaz - born in Gignod, Aosta, Italy - 1867
My 2great-grandfather (possibly) Peter Bionaz - somewhere in Aosta, Italy - about 1840
I'm not sure about the information on Peter.

Now there is a second Bionaz line that ties into my line, but as far as we know they are not connected.

John Elere Bionaz married Orpheline Boche and Orpheline's sister, Amelia, married a John F. Bionaz. However the two Johns have different mother's names and were not aware of being related.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Monday Memories - Artichokes

My great grandma Orpheline Boche Bionaz's, sister and brother-in-law started a farm in California raising artichokes. My mother remembered every year getting a box of Artichokes from them and enjoying eating them. My mother also talked about summers as a little girl sitting in the artichoke fields and eating raw artichokes fresh off the plant. Her lips would turn black from the iron in the artichokes.



Unfortunately, I never did cook artichokes for my family. We always lived to far away for the artichokes to be affordable. I do miss them, but not raw.