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Saturday, October 1, 2011

Fall Is Here

Fall Is Here - October 1, 2011
It is hard to believe but summer is gone. We are having some very cold nights right now but it is just a cold spell. I like Fall and Spring best. The leaves are just beginning to show their pretty colors . . . we have picked the last of the produce from the garden. We do have some sweet potatoes to dig and I am looking forward to those, baked with cinnamon and butter. I am thankful for what I have. I've had some answered prayers recently. God is good.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

FALL, 2011

We are finally getting some much anticipated cooler weather. I am sure we will have some additional hot days but Fall is around the corner. I have been doing a Family History Book on the genealogy of a friend of my daughters. It has been fun and challenging. I compare Genealogy to putting the pieces of a puzzle together. But at times, I hit what we call 'Brick Walls'. That elusive ancestor just doesn't want to appear. The information on him might be vague or non-existent. The times when you stumble onto a piece of information unexpectedly, makes it all worthwhile. I always think this about my Ancestors: If it had not been for them, I would not be here today. For reasons that I don't understand fully, I was suppose to be here, at this time in history. My ancestors made the way for me and I thank them.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Summer - July 30, 2011

My son, his daughter, my daughter and her son visited us the end of July. We went on a picnic at Old Fort Picnic Grounds and visited the Andrew Geysers, waded in Mill Creek and enjoyed being together. Now everyone is gone home and I am back to genealogy. I am working on a Book for a friend of my daughter. It is always a challenge but I never tire of it. This year I want to do an updated book on the paternal side of my family.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Aaaahhh, sweet Summer

No matter how hot, I love summer. I can always get in the shade or find a cool spot in the house. Ice Cream, watermelon, cookout and picnics. Working in the yard and flower beds, fresh veggies from the garden and visits from my two kids. I am thankful to God for his blessings. I continue to work on Genealogy. My family as well as helping others. This is a wonderful hobby and I've learned so much about the people who made a way for me to be here today. I am blessed.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY - THANK GOD FOR AMERICA

July 9, 2009

THE ELUSIVE ANCESTOR . . . . . . . I went searching for an ancestor. I cannot find him still. He moved around from place to place and did not leave a will. He married where a courthouse burned. He mended all his fences. He avoided any man who came to take the U.S. Census. He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame. And every 20 years or so, this rascal changed his name. His parents came from Europe. They should be upon some list of passengers to U.S.A., but somehow they got missed. And no one else in this world is searching for this man. So, I play geneasolitaire to find him if I can. I'm told he's buried in a plot, with tombstone he was blessed; but the weather took engraving, and some vandals took the rest. He died before the county clerks decided to keep records. No Family Bible has emerged, in spite of all my efforts. To top it off this ancestor, who caused me many groans, Just to give me one more pain, betrothed a girl named JONES. by Merrell Kenworthy

My Favorite Genealogy Poem of All

FAMILY
I saw behind me those who had gone and before me those who are to come.
I look back and saw my father, and his father and all our fathers . . and in front to see my daughter and son .
And the sons and daughters upon sons and daughters beyond.
And their eyes were my eyes. As I felt, so they had felt
And were to feel, so now, as tomorrow and forever.
Then I was not afraid, for I was in a long line that had no beginning and no end.
And the hand of his father grasped my father's hand and his hand was in mine . . . and my unborn child or grandchild took my right hand, and all up and down the line, that stretched from time that was to time; time that is and is not yet.
Raised their hands to show the link, and we found that we were one, born of woman, son of man, made in the image, fashioned in the womb by the will of God, the Eternal Father, and now we know, we are all family.
by. . . Richard Llewellyn