Have a pretty pissed off boy in the house tonight. Oh, the joy of the teen years! Going through that phase of thinking everything he wants he should have. Working towards the privilege of earning the things he wants just doesn’t seem to be getting through his hard head. So frustrating, K wasn’t that way, so this is a new challenge. Actually, not new…it’s been a struggle for years, thinking he can just get what he wants without doing basic work around the place…hard headed just like his Great Old Ma.
It’s been a long week…still dealing with this funky hip issue, three visits to the chiropractor and one to the massage therapist, we are making progress!
The in-laws made it home this week from Florida! So good to have them home again! At the time being there is no set time for them to head back south, so we are really happy! Hopefully they’ll decide to stay for the long haul…haven’t had them home for any holidays for two or three years. Grampa is fighting cancer, so it would be great to see him stay, especially knowing he’d actually rather move home. When they were home this summer they went to the cancer center in the city and set themselves up with a doctor so he can coordinate his treatments and whatnot with his doctors in Florida.
Hojfeldt Family in Varde, Denmark around 1915
Continuing my work on our family history. Have been finding some amazing information. Most of my relatives came to the US from Germany and Denmark in the late 1800’s to early 1900’s, Old Boy’s maternal side on all branches go way back and have found two distant grandfathers of his buried in Arlington National Cemetery and distant grandfathers who fought in The Revolutionary War, The War of 1812 and The Civil War as well as uncles who fought in the Great War and WWII. So proud!
My 2X Great Uncle Tage, the young man sitting in the suit and tie moved to America not long after this photo was taken, he came over to America and signed up to fight for us in The Great War. Never married and very patriotic, he was buried in his army uniform.
My Great Uncle Booty and Old Boy’s Great Uncle Ross were both killed during WWII, both by snipers, two days apart, Uncle Booty in Germany and Uncle Ross in Iwo Jima…both grew up in the same small town of a few hundred people. Both under the age of 25. So proud of them…have a fallen soldier tattoo on my back for my Uncle Booty.
Seriously think I’m driving my family crazy, telling them of new facts that I’ve found interesting…they really don’t seem to be as fascinated as I would like them to pretend to be. Just one family member who shared some of my interests would really be great.
I do find myself cussing at some of my ancestors when I run into road blocks to prevent me from going any further on a branch.