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Lyalls Net The Coles About J. David About Pamela Janis 
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In January 2000 the webmaster acquired Lyalls Net to serve as a home for my family. Email to David , my sister Pamela , and her son Gavin can be done through Lyalls.Net now. My brother Kevin has yet to use his lyalls.net email address, altho he did set up his password.
So....
This is the Family page of the Lyall/Cole Family.
The Cole Family has its own page as of July 15, 2000.
My father is named John Richard Lyall, born in Oct 1919. I call him J.R, all of mothers family know him as Uncle Dick because he was known by his middle name as a young man, just as I am.
Papa was from the midwest, Iowa and Indiana.
My grandfather, David Edwin Lyall, and all of his brothers and sisters are buried in Menlo, Iowa along with their father and grandfather. I visited that Lyall graveyard in the fall of 2000. None of my fathers generation are buried there, that tradition died out with American mobility after the war.
Mother was born Lockie Cole, of Lily, Kentucky. She passed on in January, year 2000, aged 79. Here they both are with the Hudson in front of Aunt Bernice and Uncle Everett's house in Lake Havasu City, Az. The year must have been around 1985. Papa was in the Army Air Corps, then the Air Force. We moved most every year when growing up. The life of military brats. Although we visited Fathers parents in Guthrie Corners, Iowa a few times, it never seemed like a family home to me.
Lily, Kentucky was where we visited and felt like home. My first memories in life were living in Lily in 1952.
The coal trains would go by in the middle of the night just 50 feet behind the house we lived in. That house was about a hundred feet from Reeds Store pictured below. Consequently I've always loved the Merle Haggard song which goes
the first thing I remember knowin, was a lonesome whistle blowin,
and a young uns dreams of growing up to ride...
on a freight train leavin town, not knowin where I'm bound...
no one could raise me right, but Mama tried
The pictures below are are of a Christmas party at my Santa Cruz house in 1987 with Poppa and Mum, JR and myself at the Bourbon works in Kentucky and a glowing photo of J. Richard Lyall as a young Air Corps pilot.
These pictures are of JR and Lockie at a birthday party just a few years ago and Kevin, myself and Aunt Mandy in Lily, 1998. That was my first visit back to Lily since 1962.
The Lyalls came from Scotland. Our Fathers Father was named David Edwin Lyall and had five brothers and sisters. His father came over from Scotland in the 1860's.
In 1998 I heard ( via email ) from a woman in South Africa whose stepfather was a Lyall. She had found my name on a web search. I told her that I had recently met some Punjabi's at a political fundraiser who came from county Lyallpur in the Punjab. Some Lyall was the agent of the Empire there. Here is a quote from her letter:
I thought you might want to know more about your family. Lyallpur was named after a British governor of the Punjab - he was the great-uncle of my step-father. The Lyalls go back a very long way. They were originally a Scottish family - never royal, but always closely connected with the royal family. My mother tells me that one of them was a favourite of Malcolm the Maiden (what kind of favourite, one must ask!), who was a Scottish King in the Middle Ages. My step-father used to ware a signet ring which carried an emblem of a hand holding a sword and the inscription "tutela", which means "Protection" in Latin -this presumably because they were protectors of royalty.
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