Wednesday 1. November 2017

For years I’ve seen people do the Thankful thing for each day of November.  Decided to give it a go this year~what with the world falling apart as it is~I’m needing to remember the good.  Then again~don’t we all? 

Today I am choosing family~both blood and chosen family.  Each and every day I am so clessed for the amazing family I was born into~was married into and the chosen family in our lives. 

Nothing seems to stress a person’s love of family as much as when someone is severly ill.  Two weeks ago my in-laws moved home from Florida for the time being~Grampa’s cancer is unfortunately progressing.  We are so thankful they decided to come home to spend time with the family and work with a new doctor who will maybe be able to see something the other doctor didn’t. 

Have to say that I really lucked out in the family department, my childhood was pretty darn good and only a few family members annoy me.  My best friend is my cousin whom we grew up more like sisters than cousins.  My in-laws and their families are all great and treat me like one of their own~when Old Boy’s grandmother passed away it felt just like losing my own grandmother and watching Grampa Phil fight this cancer~feels like watching my own.

Of course, we have many family members who we do not share the blood connection with whome we love as our own family.  The place to land for The Girl and her friends when in junior and senior high school was our house and I so treasure all our extra kiddos!

I started writing this earlier today while sitting in the doctor’s office (ear infection) and a little while ago I was blessed with a note from a fellow on Ancestry.com.  This fellow was going through his father’s things from WWII and found my Great Uncle Booty’s name in a letter from a fellow soldier who had been standing behind Uncle Booty when he was shot and killed.  He gave me the name of the fellow who had written the letter and said he would not go into details but “you can tell his parents as much as you see fit”.  This fellow is researching, looking for the connection between the three men.  Thankful!

Uncle Boody's grave

Blessings and Peace!

Friday 20. October

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.  

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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.  

Peace!

 

Wednesday 18. October 2017

That time of night again, sitting in my chair, working on crochet projects for Christmas, watching/listening to CMT Artists of The Year. 

My Sweet Herman

Would like to say I’ve been busy lately, but knocked my hip out a little over a week ago, still working with the chiropractor to make the pain go away…this getting older thing really sucks sometimes.  The weather is absolutely gorgeous after weeks of off and on again (more on than off) rain, would love to be able to get out and get some work done before winter comes, but…not happening.  Frustrating! 

Had a good talk with some of the family last night, talked about something that’s been on my mind quite a bit lately.  Actually, this is something I’ve seen talked about on a couple of the shows I watch, just recently. 

The first part is how so many of us are so busy taking pictures instead of putting the damned phone down and just having fun and making memories.  I’ve never been really big at making stopping to take pictures in the middle of whatever we are doing.  Sure, I do it, but not regularly.  Often I’ll think I should grab the phone to take a picture and then decide to not stop the fun just to get a picture.  I’m making a more conscience effort to not pick up that phone.  I can look back to the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s and we didn’t have the phone to stop and take pictures…we may not have pictures but the memories are grand! 

The other part we talked about were those memories that we most remember.  Those memories have so little to do with expensive trips or expensive toys or gadgets we feel we HAVE TO GET for our kids…the best memories are the time we got in trouble for whatever it was we knew better than to do and getting swatted on the ass with the wire end of the fly swatter or the time dad decided to take the little kid cart at the grocery store and run up and down the aisle making vroom vroom noises. 

We all agreed that these are things we really need to get back to.  Civilization has seemed to have moved so fast in such a short period of time, technology has grown so fast in such a short period of time…our kids have missed and are missing out on so much of the simplicity of life. 

It’s time, at least of me, to slow things down and make more of an effort to back track a bit and focus on the more simple things in life.  Put the phones, tablets, ect. down and just spend time together doing whatever sounds good at the moment. 

Peace to all!

Wednesday 4. October 2017

Normally wouldn’t sit down to write this time of day, but I just can’t seem to focus on anything…figured I should just bite the bullet and sit for 30 minutes and see if I can’t slow down my brain.  

Sat down a little while ago to do my daily readings, something I’ve been slack on lately…when I couldn’t get through a paragraph of my Bible reading without my mind wandering off, it was time to change what I was doing.  Started getting laundry to together, sorted and a load started and had several things popping around in my mind, figured it was time to sit down and write.

You know, I’ve been so blessed in my life.  Grew up in the 70’s and 80’s, such a simple time.  Well, being a kid should be a simple time no matter what time it is.  Recently I was thinking about how different my childhood was compared to my kids and so wish my kids could have grown up like I did, running wild and free on the farm without a care in the world other than not wanting to wear that slip with that damned dress mom was making me wear to Sunday School.  Oh, how I hated those damned slips!  I grew up in a bubble, so naive to so many things when I went out into the world.  At one time I thought that was a bad thing, it was a really good thing. 

I recall very few bad things of what was going on in the world prior to upper high school.  I remember being afraid of going to war with Muammar Gaddafi way back when I was little.  I remember the occasional negative comment about Jimmy Carter and really that’s about it. 

Makes me think of something mom used to say from time to time when we were kids and obviously I must say it because my kids have said the phrase from time to time and smile each time they do…”You have more aches and pains than Carter has pills” or “You bitch and complain more than Carter has pills”.  Not sure if that was a saying at the time or just something out of my mom’s mouth, we have kept the saying going without realizing it!

I’m a person who watches and listens to the news/political shows/talk radio, have for ages.  Recall sitting and watching the 5:30 Evening News with Dan Rather as a kid, mom and dad didn’t watch the evening news….neither did my siblings.  Remember sitting cross legged in front of the tv, on the floor in the living room. Started watching Headline News back in the mid-90’s when The Girl was little and have ebbed and flowed over the years.  Have always tried to catch myself having the news on when the kids were growing up, not wanting to scare them.  Still have to watch myself to this day with Bubba, at 15, he still gets spooked really easily if he doesn’t catch a story from the very beginning.

It would be great if my kids could look back and remember taking off into the corn field on foot and walking around an entire field, watching the butterflies and grasshoppers and making up stories as they walked.  They didn’t have that on our 11 acres.  Even spending all the time they did at my folks, it’s something they never did.  My kids are the type that couldn’t think of anything to do outside, have always thought that was really sad.  Would have loved to have a tree grove growing up like we do here, my siblings and I would have played in the trees for hours upon hours.  Whenever I’d mention it they would be like, “what am I supposed to do when I go out into the trees”?  

My cousin Brooke and I would take big logs from the firewood on the front porch and set them up as hurdles in the front yard when we’d set up a “track” to race, we’d play track and field.  We did have imaginations and we laugh so hard some days when we get to talking about some of the things we did as littles.  We were always being told to “go outside and play” by our mothers.  My kids will remember their time at Gramma and Grampa’s with their cousins, sitting in the house and waiting for the kitchen timer to go off to say it was time for the next kid in line to get computer time and Gramma not wanting the kids to play outside because they’d get hurt or it was too muddy or too cold. Mom has said numerous times she didn’t have to worry about us like she does the grands.  Craziness!  I’m always telling the kids to get off the couch and that damned computer and those stinkin phones and go outside!  Gramma backs that up with telling me it’s her house and not my place to tell the kids what to do.  UGH!  Don’t recall if my grammas were that way.

On the awesome side…went to the Iowa Lakes with my mom and Bubba on Saturday.  Mom’s older and only brother passed away a little over a year ago and his wife wanted mom to have some family things he’d had passed down to him.  The large Bible above was my Great-Grandma Lucy’s, mom thinks it may have been her mother’s.  The little books on top are school books of my 2X Great-Grandpa McKee (Lucy’s dad) and written in the one says 1858 Comaghy…he came from Ireland in 1865.  One of the small Bibles says to Martha from Mother…Grandma Lucy wrote in it saying it was given to her mother Martha from her mother Letticia…how awesome is that? 

We have to go back again, the large secretary that goes with these books was too big for my the short box of my pickup.  The deal is, the books were kept in Great-Grandma Lucy’s secretary, they stay with the secretary.  Sometimes being the baby of the family has it’s advantages!  No, actually, my brother has the desks of both of our grandfathers and my sister the desk of my mom’s mom…I said it was only fair that when the day came, that I should get it.  Mom said she doesn’t want it, doesn’t want that responsibility, so if I have a place to put it now, I could have it now.  

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Also had the chance to stop at my cousin and her husband’s fish shop (not really sure what it’s called, all fishing stuff).  We don’t get the chance to see Cousin T very often, so was a great 30 minutes.  She introduced us to a the regulars that came in, such a kick one of the older guys started telling some stories and referred to me as Cousin…made me smile.  

Of course Ruby Pearl got to come along for the ride, in her Nebraska Cornhusker gear!  This was the best behaved she was the entire trip, next time she stays home with dad!

Hugs and Prayers for Peace for One and All!  Hug your loved ones and tell them you love them everyday! 

Peace!