Tuesday 4. June 2019

Summer is here! Last day of school was this past Thursday…the longest day EVER! You know how when you are so wanting something and time slows to a crawl…that was last Thursday. Was a perfect send off of the year too…three couples had to be broken up for inappropriate touching on school property, seventh and eighth graders…they all looked at me like I was out of bounds telling them to STOP TOUCHING! Hauled four sixth graders to the office to spend the last part of the day in detention for out and out rolling on the ground, punching each other. What the hell? It’s probably wrong of me to do so, but I’m constantly telling them what my high school principal used to tell us back in the late 1980’s…take it off school property…fight all you want, but not on school property. Yeah, we had a pretty cool old cat for a principal back in the day!

So tickled to be on a three month vacation! Or three months of recouping from the last nine months. Definitely need some time to find my sanity again and get caught up on the house! Have two rooms, almost three rooms CLEAN! A few days ago I didn’t even know where to begin, that’s how far behind and how bad of shape the house had gotten. Told myself I’d start on our bedroom, the sheets needed washing…so a good place to start. Now I’m just moving to the next room from the one just finished and it seems to be working well. Actually feel like I’m starting to accomplish something. Have even started on the weeding. Feels good!

The past month we’ve had a few ups and downs in the family. The kind of events that makes one appreciate life and those we love most. We lost my amazing great uncle a few weeks ago, 87 years old and one of the loves of my life! We didn’t grow up close with my gramma’s youngest brother and family, but after marrying and having our first child our family dynamics seemed to change, Uncle Bob and Aunt Norma started coming to more and more family functions and became a part of our lives. This guy was an absolute rock star! Big time tough guy with a heart of gold. So glad that we got to know him and love him and so happy to have been able to talk to him on the phone a couple weeks before he passed. The funeral was tough, had the fire fighters and veterans there. Fellow fire fighters were the pall bearers, a huge American flag was hanging from a crane at the cemetery, the 21 gun salute, the playing of Taps…absolutely beautiful send off to an absolutely great man!

Two weekends ago out daughter made it home from out west…we celebrated my dad’s 75th birthday…almost all the grandchildren were able to make it…something that doesn’t happen too often anymore. We are so blessed to still have that old cowboy with us. Dad was in VietNam in 1969…his life has been affected by Agent Orange. When I was in junior high in the mid-80’s he finally gave up on the regular doctors and went to the VA. For many, many years he drove the 90 minute each way to the VA for radiation treatments. I don’t recall a time he has ever spent in the hospital or a time when he was ill to the point of keeping him from doing his farm work. If and when he felt too sick he didn’t let us see it. He still team ropes, he still farms…can still lean off the side of a horse to pick a hat up off the ground and can outrun some of the older grandchildren. 75 years old. After I was married in 1993, I was told his doctors at the VA had said he would never see my graduate from high school, I graduated 28 years ago. Tough old bird. So blessed to still have him still with us and doing so well! He says it’s the whiskey! Could be!

Three days ago we lost our Godfather, Old Boy’s uncle. After a few year fight with cancer, he lost his battle. We knew it was coming, but it was still a sock to the gut. Uncle Steve had no son, Old Boy was always like the son he never had. After losing his brother three years ago in May, Uncle Steve rallied the family together and became the leader of the family. The family became so close and strong, it was all because of him. When Uncle Steve summoned us, we came running…his daughter one day said, you guys jump whenever he says jump, it’s like he’s The Godfather or something…the name stuck and that’s how we refered to him and saw him. 67 years old, too young. The biggest joker and one hell of a hard worker. He was like another father to Old Boy and I and like a grandfather to our kids, hating the thought of having to say goodbye to him on Friday. Thankfully The Girl has an understanding boss and is getting the time off to come home for a couple days. The Boy (17 years old) is having such a hard time, have never seen him so heart broken…breaks my heart even more. As hard as it is I’ve learned how to look at death in a new light. He’s not suffering, he’s with his mom and dad and with his two younger brothers again. We can always talk to him…maybe get to tell him a new joke from time to time.

Life is a dance! Dance!

Until Again…melmpf

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Moody Sunday

Having one of those days. Love my family but don’t necessarily like them at the moment.

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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!

Uncle Boody's grave

Blessings and Peace!