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Uncle Tage

I see myself as somewhat of a family historian, my dad’s youngest brother is also one as was my Grandpa Pete’s cousin Marvin.  Seems to be only one per generation in our family. I can bore just about anyone to tears with information I’ve dug up on Ancestry, My Heritage, Family Search and various other data sites.  My father refused to go cemetery hopping with me this year because he has field work to do and no time for my meandering for hours.  His words were along the line of, I want to go and visit the few I go to see and go home and not wander the entire cemetery.  Ugh, parents…what do you do with them?

Ruby insisted I not leave her home although it was 90+ degrees outside, we didn’t get very far.  She’s here visiting with my Great Great Uncle Tage. 

This man, I wish I could have really known, he passed when I was three.  The stories we’ve been told about this man, feel we could have been kindred spirits. 

Uncle Tage came to America in May 1917 along with his sister (my great grandmother) and her husband.  Shortly after settling down in Iowa he was drafted into WWI, my mother has said he was fiercely proud of his having fought for his new country…was even buried in his uniform.   

(Great Great Uncles Otto and Conrad, Great Great Grandfather Conrad and Great Great Uncle Tage)

 

Tage never married, worked as a hired man for my Great Grandfather and one of his brothers.  My Oma used to say that he would get down on the floor and play with her and her siblings and was much more fun than their father…once they asked their mother (Tage’s sister) why they married their dad when Tage was much more fun…and that they obviously didn’t understand. 

Over the years since learning more and more about this precious man, I’ve made a point to visit with him from time to time…there’s just something about him that draws me to him. 

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Friday 29. December 2017

Another day in the frozen tundra, or so it seems…we’ve been hit by an unexpected on and off again all day snow.  Just enough to be really pretty to watch fall and just enough to have made the roads get really crappy really fast.  Old Boy had to meet with a farmer about an hour south of here, took him about three hours to get home…said most of the drive was on a sheet of ice.  Glad we had everything we needed!

Bubba spent last night with his favorite Cousin Emi and family.  One would never guess they are second cousins, they are more like brother and sister.  He likes to go over there because he gets special treatment since my cousin and her husband only have girls and they spoil him AND they do fun things like have family movie night with junk food, four wheelers and snow mobiles, they sled and mom and dad come out and play with them.

Old Boy doesn’t get it as to why a boy and a girl cousin would want to hang out and spend the night at one another’s homes, although he grew up with a cousin in the same matter.  I just enjoyed getting a break of Bubba being so bored of being home that he follows me around the house night and day telling me about vehicles, motors, tires…he is a huge motor head and sometimes he gets my brain to floating because I just cannot understand all he is explaining.  I listen and try, but very little do I actually understand.

Pretty excited…a couple years ago Bubba and I met a great aunt of Old Boy’s while laying flowers at the cemetery.  I’d recently discovered a set of his great-grandparents and they are buried at the same cemetery as several of my relatives, a lady came up to us and asked who we were, she knew of no others who ever put flowers on those graves.  We introduced ourselves and visited for quite some time, she offered to have us over anytime being she had all the old family photos and such.  Didn’t get the call made until today and I’m really excited and hoping she has enough information to help break through a wall I’ve been head-butting for a long time with no luck.

My wheels are turning, feeling some major motivation that I haven’t had in ages…isn’t that the way it goes, dead of winter and cold and snowy as hell and getting out and about is as miserable as all get out.

Peace!

Monday 25. December 2017

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We’ve made it through another Christmas season.  We were all off this year, no one even the least bit jolly.  With The Girl not being able to come home, kind of tough.  Didn’t have all the birds home and under one roof.  Too much change, mom isn’t good with change.

Busy weekend, all of my own making.  Too much dinking around, putting things off since the mood wasn’t there.  Of course Old Boy was able to go to a roping on Saturday.  Can’t miss one of those ya know.

We were able to get together with all the family on all sides save Old Boys sister’s family, the nephew has the nasty flu Bubba had earlier in the week, so hopefully next weekend we can do a supper one evening.

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Sisters four kids and the one with the hat on the end is my Bubba

Church two times on Christmas Eve, which is always the highlight for mom.  In the morning was a baptism and Old Boy is Godfather and the evening was church at our childhood Lutheran church with my brother, sister and five of the nine kids.

Now, onto a new year, hopefully a better year for one and all.  Hopefully a better year for all mankind!

Peace!

Tuesday 14. November 2017

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We’ve added to the family, this is Tess, a seven month old Australian Shepherd.  Long story short, she was given to us a few weeks ago by friends who just didn’t have the time to give her, after one of Old Boy’s visits and her absolutely loving on him each time she saw him.  She is an absolute handful and the Chihuahuas don’t love her, but they are making progress and she is so sweet…just one more piece to our craziness!  

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!

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Blessings and Peace!

Thursday 2. March 2017

March!  Don’t all a ya’ll love the sound of the word March!?  Old Man Winter is becoming older and Spring is starting to think about waking up!  March just sounds so much nicer than February!  

February was such a long month this year.  Such a dark month for the family, thankfully Tuesday we were allowed to see a bit of a small light at the end of that horrid dark tunnel.  Many tears have fallen this past month, a lot of anger towards some selfish family members and a lot of hacking and gagging and antibiotics.  

We were so happy when 2017 rang it’s bell, 2016 was such a bad year, Kirk and I each lost an uncle we so deeply adored.  My father-in-law was diagnosed with prostate cancer over the summer, my sister-in-law was told she’d have to have a kidney transplant and started dialysis. Lastly, one of my oldest and dearest friends has been battling Multiple Myeloma, an ugly cancer in her spine, for many years…this fall the treatment she’s been on for years quit holding off the increase of the cancer.  

Kirk’s sister is still on the transplant list, there was a family match that made it to almost the end of testing and was knocked out of being okay’d, she’s still waiting. My friend is at Mayo now, she received her stem cell transplant yesterday, hoping and praying!  

Then Grampa Phil…just love him to pieces and the thought of losing him hurts my heart.  About a month ago he was given an all clear with the prostate thing, was told to come back in a year for testing while still taking a monthly shot.  Wasn’t long after when he started losing his voice, nothing was thought of it at first, figured it was a chest cold kind of thing.  Thank God for his family doctor who decided to send him to a lung doctor for tests.

Grampa has cancer in his lungs.  First doctor said there’s nothing that can be done, he’d get him on meds to make life easier until the end.  Thankfully they went for another opinion…the second doctor said she wasn’t calling anything without scans.  The first doctor felt Grampa was full of cancer, that he pry had spots in his brain because of terrible headaches….I want to say FU to this doctor!  

So, last week a biopsy was done, Monday was the scans…Tuesday was the big day.  

Before that…Saturday night we went to The Godfather’s, Kirk’s aunt and uncle…we talked about getting Grampa back to Iowa from Florida and getting him to his doctor here to see what he thinks and so on.  

While visiting about whether to go down to Florida or not and if so, before or after the results, Kirk called to talk to his folks and The Godfather called the uncle that lives down in Florida and has been going to the doctors appointments with Gramma and Grampa.  When Kirk got off the phone he felt pretty positive, when Godfather got off his call his information was the exact opposite.  Uncle said Grampa was too sick to even make it back to Iowa. We were looking up plane tickets, crying, feeling absolutely helpless.  Pissed off because he never wanted to move to Florida, he’s wanted to move home to be with his kids and grandkids for a long time.  Pissed because we could all fly down to see him but Kirk’s sister can’t because of being on dialysis and has to stay within so far from Omaha in case of a transplant call.  UGH!  

Sunday and Monday seemed to creep past.  Tuesday afternoon Kirk called to say his mom called, the cancer is localized in the lungs, that’s it!  No cancer anywhere else in his body!  The doctor feels like this is a treatable form, she’s going to get him on a treatment, find what works for him and then he’s coming home and she’s sending someone up here to get him setup with his treatments here and work with whomever he’ll be working with here! Of course it’s not a cure, but she feels this will possibly prolong his life a number of years.  Way better than he’s too sick to ever be able to come home!

While Kirk was explaining all this to me I started crying, again…he asked why I was crying, it was better news than was expected, told him I was just so damned happy!  

Talking to my mother-in-law last night she told me to hold on, Grampa wanted to talk to me…he was hard to understand, he told me about a horse ranch they’d gone to see last weekend, it was maybe a minute or two and his voice was gone, but it was so wonderful that he wanted to talk to me and just to here him!  Beyond words happy!

Kirk, Leo and I dealt with influenza for a good half month of February…thinking we had colds we were around my folks and The Godfather and Aunt Kathy…we shared the love and felt terrible about it.  Bubba missed almost two weeks of school.  This strain of influenza has been horrible around here lately.  Spring needs to come!  

So, we are seeing a bit of a light at the end of that long ass tunnel…things won’t be great, but they will be better, at least for now.  Now if we could just get the politicians to stop acting like five year olds the world would maybe be a happier place!  

Take Care! Peace!