Sources:
Jeanette's Surname is from Family charts obtained from Saginaw Library (Hoyt0 

Jeannette  Whittier Allison BYRON, [1845-1916] [obit]  and  Charles Knox TURNER  [1837-1913]
born Glasgow, Scotland 7 Jun, 1845;  d/o Peter A. Byron and Janet Allison;  immigrated 1849;  married Charles K. Turner, 8 Jun., 1859 at Saginaw, Mich.;  died 9 Oct, 1916 at Saginaw, Mich.

The following are notes that were given to me via Ed Schneider and are interesting, not so much as to whom it is attached, but what life was like in those days:

Bits of Family History

The old family Bible, 18 x 14” and three inches thick, is of interest in that it has our great grandfather’s name in the flyleaf spelled “Peter Barram” as it was written and pronounced in Scotland.  This Bible was probably used for daily devotions.  Jess Byron, daughter of Peter Byron, Jr., remembers when six families met each Sunday afternoon for prayer, rotating in their homes.

A daily school was conducted in 1855 at the Allison home at Mackinaw and Tittahawassee Roads.  Aunt Jeannie (Janet) taught it.  Ada Byron Smith (Grace, Jess and Claude’s mother, was too young to attend, but found a way to get to the room above and peeked thru a knothole at the children getting their lessons.  On day she took the cat up and poked its tail thru the knothole.  This made the children laugh.  Thereafter she found the stair door locked.

It was 1878, or 23 years later, that Saginaw City built its first public school.

Frank and Jess Byron remembered when fold had their feet fitted for shoes, and one time Ada Byron was taken for a fitting; as they walked away she lingered to whisper to the clerk to “put in a penny’s worth of squeaking leather  (so folk could hear and know she had a new pair of shoes).

 And here is one about skunk’s oil.  Grandmother Byron put a skunk in the oven to cook out the oil.  After pouring off the oil, she left the remains and they became crisp.  One night the boys came in late and raided the oven for a lunch.  New morning they told her, “We ate your nice rabbit we found in the oven!”

When the new house was built out on the farm, George and John used to enjoy running from the old house to the new in the snow, barefooted.

When the Peter Byrons were stocking the farm and came to the gate with the first car. Grandmother Janet Byron opened the front door just a crack and called, “Does the beasty bite?”

Jess and Frank’s father, Peter Byron, and Grandmother Janet often worked in the woods on the farm helping to clear it; and many times it was dark as they started to the house.  When the wolves began to howl, they would run for their lives.  Grandmother was plump and could hardly keep up with Pete, so she would keep calling, “Wait for me, Petey; wait for me.”

Grandmother Janet always saw to it that the house was thoroughly cleaned every year the week before Christmas, from cellar to garret to start the New Year.

There is a report that her neighbors claim she was never known to say one work against anyone.

She often made pie in square bread pans; and usually made an extra one for her brother John, whose wife had died.  Ada was assigned to deliver it one day, and half way there discovered that some of the crust had lost out.  So she sat it down under a tree while she made here way back to find it.  When she returned she discovered a dog had gotten into the pie.  Puzzled between duty and punishment, she finally decided to deliver it anyway.  Uncle John was out in the field, so she left it on the table and hurried home.  Always after that she was afraid to face him.

  (Grandmother Janet referred to is the wife of Peter Byron, Sr.)

  Records have not disclosed what the initial “A” in Peter A. Byron stands for.