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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Howard H Bragdon, 61, born on July 27, 1895 and passed away on April 1, 1957. He will be remembered by those who loved him forever and always..

January 17, 2012
January 17, 2012
Will this never stop It is like a nightmare that won't end I am getting so tired of it. And neither Lana nor I have done anything. We have not posted anything, we have not put stuff on facebook, nor made phone calls. Nor turned the entire family against them. And most of all, bothered stuff on graves. What I wouldn't give for PEACE! I have found another site for youL Love you daddy.
January 9, 2012
January 9, 2012
I am sorry that your Daughter has to deal with such nonsense from people like this .
January 7, 2012
January 7, 2012
Greg, in case you get in here again. You keep insisting that Bob was my brother. I don't believe that I have ever said he wasn't. Just like you and Michelle keep insisting the he was her father. And no one at any time has ever said he wasn't. And since you seem to want to spend money to collect documents, would you like to have my divorce papers? Or my birth certificate?
January 7, 2012
January 7, 2012
You don't seem to realize that anyone could take the information on his birth certificate and create a new identiy and cause all manner of problems. That should never be put on a public forum. Just please, leave me alone. I have enough to deal with in my life without this.
Bob is gone, and nothing you or your wife do can change that. So, it is time to move on and stop all this BS!. 
January 6, 2012
January 6, 2012
Greg: I don't know how you found this site, and I really don't care. Bob was not a sister to anyone as you state in your text. And I know he was our brother. And yes, he was born as a Bragdon. But he had not one drop of Bragdon blood in him. And I don't need a copy of the birth certificate. I have one. And it is not worth the paper it is printed on because mom lied on there.
January 6, 2012
January 6, 2012
She knew Bob was not Daddy's. And she did tell all of us kids that back in the early 70's.Yes, Diana knows it too. Any document is only as true as the person giving the information.And that paper has no business being put on a public forum. And I don't care who or what Lana is. She is a friend to me. So, Leave me alone and stay off my Daddy's site, or I will shut it down too!
January 5, 2012
January 5, 2012
Hi Beverly !!! Just to let you know....you are NOT Lana's sister-in-law !!!
I Just got their divorce papers yesterday. Just thought i would stop by and say HELLLOOOOOOOOO :-)
Greg
January 5, 2012
January 5, 2012
I also wanted to let you know that you said that you hoped that your Dad Howard has seen your brother Bob, Well, he is your brother, Sonny's brother, Donnie's brother and Diana's sister, Charlenes sister, and Lois's sister BECAUSE he was born a BRAGDON !!!! We have the birth certificate to prove it, if you would like to see it or even better yet, have a copy of it. Just let me know. Greg

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January 17, 2012
January 17, 2012
Will this never stop It is like a nightmare that won't end I am getting so tired of it. And neither Lana nor I have done anything. We have not posted anything, we have not put stuff on facebook, nor made phone calls. Nor turned the entire family against them. And most of all, bothered stuff on graves. What I wouldn't give for PEACE! I have found another site for youL Love you daddy.
January 9, 2012
January 9, 2012
I am sorry that your Daughter has to deal with such nonsense from people like this .
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Things I remember about Daddy

September 8, 2011

 

 

The memories I have of my Dad are a little blurred now. Time and a stroke have taken most of them away from me.
I can remember some things, both good and bad. I remember daddy bringing the puppy home that he said he found by the railroad tracks. It was a black and tan Rat Terrier that we named Boydog.
And I remember daddy bringing home an orange kitten that we named Tommy. And the next summer tommy gave us a litter of kittens, but it was always Tommy. We never changed it. I don't know what happened to that cat when I was taken away from Daddy in 1948. I do know what happened to Boyday, and it was not good. I won't go into it here because it hurts too much.
And I also remember when daddy brought a rabbit home for mom to cook. But he brought it home alive and us kids wouldn't let mom kill it. Instead, we stold one of grandma's chickens for mom to cook. We kept the rabbit and named it Bouncer. And he lived for 2 or 3 years before freezing to death one winter.
I also remember when my brother Sonny, (Howard Jr), shot me with the BB gun as I was going around to the outhouse. I was around 6 I think. And of course I had to tell daddy, and I thought he was going to kill Sonny. I still have that BB in my butt to this day.
i also remember laying awake late at night and listening to mom and daddy fighting and mom beating up on daddy. And I remember asking him why he didn't fight back. And he told me that a man should not ever hit a woman. And that when I grew up, not to let any man whip on me.
But my best and fondest memories were of me tagging along behind daddy as he would go to one of the houses he built in and around Lawrence. Sometimes he would let me carry one or two of his tools. And on the job, sometimes he would have me bring him a tool that he needed. I just felt so grown up to be helping my daddy build, even though I was only 6 or so. And this went on until I was taken away from him in 1948, when I was 8..
Later when I was in the home, and mom would sometimes bring me home for a couple of weeks or so in the summer, I would call my Aunt Ruth and she would come pick me up to go visit daddy. He was staying in the little room above the garage then. And he would always give me a Bit-O-Honey candy bar. Why I don't know. But he did. And I remember how I waited for his letters at the home. And he would sometimes send me something from his travels around the country.
And I remember the last time I saw my daddy alive. It was Christmas of 1956 and a friend of the family had taken me out of the home that year. I believe it was the first year that they let us go home for Christmas. And Lovie took me to visit daddy in the VA hospital. He was real sick than. And I was the only one of his kids who visited. He took me around to everyone and told them who I was. I was just 16 then. And I remember the home giving me a post card that Daddy had written just a couple of days before he died and he was begging me to try to visit.
And lastly, in 1961 when I was living out in Lawrence with Aunt Ruth, I remember her telling me about the stuff that went on when we were little, and what happened after I was taken away. And how it affected daddy.
I was a daddy's girl, and I loved him very much. He was not perfect, but then none of us are. But he tried really hard to provide for his family, and he did love me very much. In fact, he loved all of his kids. And that included the one that he thought was his, but proved to be another man's.  And it nearly distroyed him when he lost us.  His sister, my Aunt Ruth,  told me that he nearly ended his life when he came home and found all of us gone.  He tried to two years to find where we were and what had happened.  And when he finally found us down at the home, mom had a restraining order put against him to prevent him from visiting us at any time.  That is when he went to work for the trucking firm that transported race horses all over the US. 

Howard H. Bragdon my Daddy

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