§ Genealogy & a Clippet of Humor...

First thing Tuesday morning I found myself reading my son's text from the night before. One I missed, but sure got a kick out of it while eating my oatmeal breakfast! It was of Jay Leno's "Jaywalking" segments that he had on his late show periodically. I laughed again. Even tho I've seen 'em before. Here is the link to the entire series. Even tho it's nearly seven minutes long, it's well worth watching if you need a good laugh! I still consider it my favorite...Jay asks a person on the street "What U S President was nicknamed 'Tricky Dick'"? The gal's answer? "Bill Clinton"!!! Another good one is "What does the D. C. stand for in Washington D.C.?" Answer by some other - "Da Capitol". Click Here. I really think you'll enjoy it all. 

note: image is screenshot, no infringement intended.

Then, speaking of taking screenshots, I was doing a bit of research for our family's genealogy to see if any updates have been focused on since I published our heritage book of some 300 pages. Just for updates mainly. After 25  years of my life working on the book, I tend to check about once a year to see if I can find anything "new" which hasn't been covered in my publication. Or, maybe add births and deaths in my note files at the end of the book.  I came across a photo of an ancestor and had to stop and re-read it [I also have the original photo in my history collection]...the family is related to Gen. Phil Sheridan and Robert E. Lee. Here is a little snippet of the family history site from which I read...

Aunt of Gen Phil. Sheridan - and a distant relation of Gen Robt E. Lee.  She would be my children's great-great-great-great-great grandmother if my math is correct.

She is the mother of thirteen children, eight sons and five daughters; seven sons and four daughters still living. She has 107 grand children living. Fifty one grandsons, fifty six grand daughters. 136 great grand children, and four great great grandchildren. eighty one grand, 121 great grand, two great great grand children in Ohio.

She married on November 2, 1797 in St. Johns Parish Protestant Episcopa, Joppa, Harford, Maryland. Children:
Sarah
Rachel
John
James
Mary Ann
Jane
Elizabeth
William
Thomas
Lee
Archibald
Asberry
Alexander

Another 'new' item I found while perusing online was a painting of the kind of ship one of our anscetors crossed the Atlantic in! Even for me, today, it is just very difficult to imagine crossing in this small craft with hundreds aboard. They all must have been very determined, strong, souls. The image shared here is very large in size. You can read the blue highlighted area if interested. I had proof of the wife dying while at sea, but never the ship. One of the surviving sons was a direct decendant of our family that settled here in America...and his offspring times a few generations, eventually locating in Nebraska where I was born. In genealogy, PROOF is the most important! It may take years to find a record, but well worth the time, cost, travel, efforts.  And I will, to the last breath I take, continue to update anywhere, anytime, with anything I can find to pass it on to another generation.

If interested, and you're still here, reading...Here is a post showing you my published book on my family history.

§ How I Got My "Name" -Throwback Thursday

Warning: This may be a bit upsetting, but it's part of who I am!

It took me over a quarter of a century to complete the work on the two family genealogies [Bud's and mine]. It begins from the 1600's in Ireland and Germany. I tell you, ancestry is very addictive, and so worth the efforts of lots of years mailing off and inquiring history data in foreign countries that still have records available. Then, there is word of mouth from relatives [ones still alive back then when I began]. I learned so much. It was worth every minute, hour, year, I did research. And the cost of postage, etc. was phenomenal. Finally after years and years of printed records and copies of this and that, I thought I was ready to publish a book.  In 2011 I did, and it contains over 300 pages. I gave my work a title "Inherited Lineage". I'll begin with the opening page; what I wrote as an introduction.

 

My dedication page:

"those still living, I omitted names"

 

I, [my name], the composer and author of this family reunion remember my mother, years past, telling me briefly when I was a young child of age five or six, that when born, I was named after her sister [my middle name - suggested by Bette Hatch - my mom's youngest sister "How about Ann?"  Nothing registered in my mind at such a young age.  I thought it was nice to be named after someone, but was really disinterested.  Then, when coming upon this article that Marjorie Moyer [my mother's sister-in-law] sent to me within a letter years ago, I realized this is the sister mom talked of and Marjorie thought I'd like to have the name history in my possession.  Also, a note here about my mother, again it didn't come to me at the time, but does now...[husband's name], my husband, nicknamed me endearingly, Annie -going by my middle name.  When my mother first  heard [husband's name]  call for me by the name "Annie" she smiled broadly and was very pleased with him.  Of course I do think [husband's name] was a favorite son-in-law at the time.  [insert laugh here  {husband's name} was her ONLY son-in-law at the time.]  

So, today as I get this book ready for publishing, I now realize why my mother was so broadly smiling at [husband's name] calling me Annie; I can still see her smile at that given moment.  And the nickname  has stuck with me through the years...[husband's name] still calls me Annie.  I'd like to imagine my mom is still pleased; I'm sure...and I'd like to think that Annie knows me now with mom's guidance, and likes me as her namesake.  Also noted was the date of the death  - - April 1911.  That meant that my grandmother, Florence Mae, while trying to save Annie with her husband Henry...she was pregnant.  My mother was born July 1911, three months after Annie perished from burns.  And so, I'd like to dedicate this book to my mother, Edith Irene,  and send greetings to Annie Moyer.

Also from book:

 

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§ Down Memory Lane-2...

"We interrupt this Botanical Garden Series to bring you this special blogcast!!!"
I only have time to do short stories of the Monday Memory Meme [posted Sunday] doing them for 5 weeks at a time.  I will resume [and conclude] with the Botanical Garden Sculptures in the week ahead.  So, here goes with Monday Memories weeks 6-10....


week SIX - first family

My immediate family consists of six ... four. My husband Bud, who is a retired government worker and ex-Navy. Myself, as you know, I retired from working at a psychiatric corporation consisting of several doctors that were... psychologists/psychiatrists and medical doctors who prescribed medications for the patients.     - I retired from this field of work when Bud decided to retire early after paying off his retirement fund beforehand.   The two of us created:  A daughter, Irene, who is working on her Masters' Degree in Social Work, working as a manager of a 'safe house' for abused women and children in Missouri. Irene blessed us with two grandsons. The oldest has Down Syndrome and working full time, while the youngest is in his first year college, working on a law degree. And...our son, Erik, who is working on his PhD in Political Science and working as a college professor in Houston.

Then, the 'six' that I crossed out changing it to four...there are two furry family members, Tahoe and Winston. Tahoe is a medium haired black tabby, Winston is a white Persian. Both adopted from animal shelters. 

Tho all of us were born in the USA, we have ancestors from Europe. Ireland, Germany/France, England - I have many legal copies of births/marriages/deaths from doing a 25 year [and ongoing] work of genealogy and published a 300+ page book called "Inherited Lineage" [shown above]. The one family member who migrated from England to America, and on Bud's side of the gene pool, lived to be 108!!! His maternal grandmother. The oldest on my side of the family lived to be 98; my paternal grandfather. His family tale consists of traveling from South Dakota as a baby in the 1800s, in a covered wagon...to Nebraska [Just like Little House on the Prairie].

...some tintypes of relatives I own and cherish...even if I don't know who they are:

week SEVEN -  most influential person Other than my parents; I was close to both mom 'N' dad, I believe I could honestly say I would have to narrow it down to TWO. One: A teacher I had in high school stands out in my memory very vividly. She was Mrs. Sanderson. An English Literature teacher. She was so actively avid for us to learn, I grabbed my opportunity with gusto. Play acting, reading Shakespeare, festivals, junior/senior assemblies, field trips. It was a year all rolled into a big celebration of literature. I quickly acquired a love for William Shakespeare's work... and being able to quickly read and understand the Old English style of speech and prose has stuck with me over the years. To this day, I can quote from many readings of my past, and I am often reminded of Mrs. Sanderson and I thank her for bringing the light to me and my love for English Literature. TWO: My first grandson, Clint. Why is he influential to me? Well, first of all he was a Down's baby. Not only Down Syndrome, but he was also born with a hole in his heart....at five months had open heart surgery after he stopped breathing and Irene resuscitated him back to life...a helicopter for life escorted him to a children's medical facility in Colorado Springs. To make a long story short, the specialist told Irene and Clint's family that Clint would not live beyond 5 years of age. He is now 25!! His strongest influence on me? His unconditional love for all! Oftentimes I have silently wished we all had that extra chromosome within us...the world would be such a happier place. Loving mankind [and animals] as he does....we could use him as a role model. Seriously. In the waiting room, during the open heart surgery, I took a magazine I found on the table and wrote this as Clint was being operated on...by the way, after many weeks of rehabilitation and office visits, the pediatric heart specialist told us Clint had died on the operating table once and was miraculously saved once again. He has a special bond with His Maker!!! Anyway, I wrote this in 1987 and had it printed and copyrighted in 1989 with a baby photo of Clint infused within the poem's canvas. It's been published on my poetry blog prior to this posting. I just copied and added the entire post here to save a bit of time for myself, tho some is redundant...


CLINT'S SKY
©1989 --- 2014
[this was written in the hospital waiting room, on a magazine cover, during our grandson's open heart surgery - at 5 months of age. And the image above is my own graphic. The face in the clouds is actually Clint! Superimposed from a pencil sketch of mine of him.]

I think the sky ends in your heart
so you've captured mine.
With twilight's purples, pinks, and gold...
The knowledge now that which I cast
what tokens I hold.

As the sun, you're glowing, alive and fresh.
Stars, you sparkle and shine.
Like the moon, you're stately, powerful, bright.
Clouds, you're tender and fine.
Your dark storms' furies: Natural passion is God's will.

The mystical horizon, the inner light...our existences entwine.
I think the sky ends in your heart Clint,
And so, you've captured mine.

week EIGHT -  my mom She's not on this earth any longer, but still with me in my heart!! Her name was Edith Irene...I named my daughter after her. With a heart of gold, my mom treated everyone equally and loved with all her might!! Of Irish descent, her hair was strawberry blond before the silver strands took root in her later years. Bud was her favorite 'son'.... the two got along like mother and son from day one. She welcomed him with open arms. My mom bore five children from 1935 to 1949 when I was born...loved and cherished her husband [my dad] for over 50 years before her death. Her family was always number one to her. She was devout and had her bible at her bedside and 'religiously' read from it nightly. I miss her. And today, when I look in the mirror, I see my mother.

week NINE -  my dad My father, too, is not here with us physically any longer. He left us behind four years after my mom passed away. With my dad, he always kinda favored his two daughters. There is something special about the relationships of fathers and their daughters. I must admit, now that I'm older, he did spoil me as my brothers and sister claimed to be true so long ago. Something special I remember when I was just a child of six...each Saturday during the summer, in the early evening, the two of us would walk hand in hand from the parked car, to a nearby dairy that had a small soda fountain. It was a small town in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies, and everyone knew each other. Our Saturday night out was for a double scoop of ice cream in a cone. We'd sit together, I'd giggle, he'd watch the people and converse with some...we had a special bonding. Sometimes I'd have black walnut ice cream, other times when the dairy made it and had it available, dad would order me a watermelon sherbet cone. To this day, I have never had sherbet tasting so good. One year, I wanted a bicycle, he got me a brand new one...blue with white walled tires. I wanted a wedding doll for Christmas one year...my father made the best Santa ever...under the tree, with my name on it, was a wedding doll!! He taught me how to drive a manual transmission. We'd go on fishing trips and spend the weekend camping in a tent, until one summer he bought a trailer, from then on it was camping out in that. Cooking [yes, he was an excellent cook!] and gardening was a passion that he passed on to me through the years.

Oh, and with both my parents, they were backyard bird watchers...guess that rubbed off on me also.

week TEN - my Christmas stories  The first thing I will add...Bud bought me for a gift on our first year married, 1968...an old world Santa Claus much like the one in my header.  THAT was the beginning of my Claus Collection!!  For over four decades, I've been buying, and receiving Santa Stuff!!!  Some of  my Nicholas Numbers will be posted as an ending to this post.   I could tell you many. But with the onset of my doing five weeks in one post with short tales, I must add that when we lived on Colorado, Christmas day was always a big day when I was single and at home, and after Bud and I married and had children of our own. The day began early...getting up to cook for family that would arrive later in the morning. It was always ham and a Christmas goose to roast. With all the fixin's. We always had enough food on the table to feed an army. With my siblings married [except for my sister] we had two tables set up. There were 17-20 celebrating Christmas day together. And the day didn't end until around 10 pm when all would begin to leave and return to their homes. After Bud and I married, we'd get up around 4 a.m. and have our 'own' Christmas with our two children. We'd eat a hardy breakfast. While the kids were playing with their new gifts, Bud and I would prepare food to take to my parents' house. We'd all clean up and get dressed for the day ahead. Sometimes it was a treacherous, dangerous, drive to my folks...with icy, snow-packed roads to drive. Other times, not so much. The young kids in our family would get gifts under the tree at mom and dad's from everyone. And the adults would buy and present gifts to only ONE person. We'd draw names on Thanksgiving. It was a ritual that worked for us. Every adult in the family would have their names put on paper and placed in a hat. If we were there, physically, we draw out a name. The name on the paper would be the person for whom we bought a gift. If they weren't at the house on Thanksgiving, then...my father would draw a name for them and mail the name to the family member. My parents put a spending limit on the one gift too. We could not spend more than $100. Like I said, it was a long day. But always filled with good food, laughter, and wonderful memories. Today's times have changed our way of celebrating. My parents are gone. My sister and her husband - my youngest [older] brother and his son live in Colorado. My oldest brother and his family live in Nevada, my middle [older] brother is no longer with us. His children all live in Colorado except for his youngest daughter who lives in California. Nieces and nephews that once graced our Christmas day now all have families of their own. Our children have lives that extend beyond Bud and me...they have their own traditions and family. For the two of us, it's a quiet time for reflecting and remembering the good days of yore.  And we enjoy having this kind of holiday...it's not a sad thing, it's more of what we want for now.

...my Christmas Stories in Santa Land. Even my keyboard is festive!!
Yes, Virginia...there IS a Santa Claus.  And I, Hootin' Anni, still believe.  There is good in Jolly O' Saint Nick!!  He brings joy to boys and girls each and every year.  Some where...everywhere!!



crocheted Santa and sleigh [stiffened with sugar starch]






"Believe" carved by Bud - Carved wooden canoe with Santa and Dog
Santa Afghan crocheted by me...pattern design by me - Large Santa/Sleigh
Photo of Santa  - Polar Express Hallmark Santa
Animated Santa - Soft Sculpture Santa [1 and 2]

§ Schitt Happens....

..aka: .Saga of One Family's DIRTY Laundry  {warning:  for humor, not intended to be offensive}

If y'all have been with me since the beginning of my blogging, you may remember I worked long and hard to finally get my family's and Bud's family genealogy published a few years back; in a 300+ page book form. The project took over 25 years of research, and I'm still receiving much more info that will be an addendum pamphlet in due time. But, in the meantime, there happened to be a bit of humor sent to me regarding one family's researcher explaining how Jack came about. Read on....

For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?

We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!'

Well, thanks to genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way...

Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt.

Awe Schitt was married to O. Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, and owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc.

They had one son, Jack.

In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe taking the family name she was then Noe Schitt.

The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.

Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married 2nd cousin, Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout.

After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.

Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name.

She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.

Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda becoming on record, Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition who was nick-named Chicken Schitt.

Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony.

The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials.

The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.

Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world.

He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa,  Pisa Schitt.

Now...

... when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.

Sincerely,

Crock O. Schitt

PS....Hootin' Anni would like to know where Crock is related in all this?!!! Finding out would give us a whole new perspective on their Schitt List, now, wouldn't it?

§ Tales of Texas...

I haven't done too many posts lately because it's the BiG WeeK!! Spring Migration is now at its peak, and Bud and I are not home much. Just last night after dinner, I always check the Texas Bird Sightings for the day. Lo and behold, posted at 17:14CDT a couple rare birds were spotted on the bay downtown!! Not only rare, but they're not shore birds or land lovers...they prefer the sea, only coming near land to breed/nest. Bud and I hopped in the car and drove to see if we could find them and get photos of them within minutes of the ABA Texas posting. WE DID encounter their perch as reported, but they were too far out on the breakwater and daylight was nearly gone to get really good photos. I took pictures, and will get them off the camera shortly and share on my bird photo blog in the upcoming weeks. Exciting for any birder to see this species... Also, Rubbish by Roan has a fairly new meme going on her blog each Tuesday...Rubbish Tuesday --- post anything old, and link up if you wish!!

I have mentioned weeks ago about receiving a book, Petra's Legacy, from Bud as a gift. Mainly it's about Petra and her notorious husband in the annals of South Texas history...Mifflin Kenedy [one 'n']. Petra was of Mexican decent, having acquired land that was once Old Mexico but all part of the state of Texas after the Mexican-American War in the mid 1830s. Mifflin Kenedy married Petra...hence the land was now in his possession. This was all in and around Brownsville, Texas. Petra had several children from a previous marriage...Mifflin was then a stepfather...one of Petra's eight children was stepdaughter Maria. Mr. Kenedy conveyed land along the Rio Grande River to Maria when she married Frank Rabb. The Plantation house, built in 1891, at the cost of $15K and figuring inflation of ration $1=$25 today, that would be over a quarter million [approximately $375K].  The ranch/plantation was once called San Tomas Plantation and encompassed just over 20,000 acres [20,253] and the river views could be seen from the Queen Anne style plantation home from the windows and verandas...but the river changed course through history and now, you must walk some distance to see the flowing course of the USA boundary with Mexico. Historians changed the name to Rabb Plantation and the Audubon Society was granted the property [2010 I believe] along with the plantation house which was refurbished just a couple of years ago, and is now the sanctuary's visitor center. Here, we paid our admission to hike the trails and eventually see Old Mexico from the safety of American soil....



...after touring the plantation home and walking the surrounding grounds, we began walking toward the river through the heavily wooded areas and finding a resaca trail which we gladly walked!! It was beautiful within the many mesquite trees...and oh so green and filled with scenes that you don't see every day. I will post the trail pictures another time. In the meantime, Bud and I viewed for a short time in silence, after spotting her, so we wouldn't disturb her...a nesting Great Horned Owl; well camouflaged and more than likely not noticed by so many. She was watching us watch her...she was very pretty!!!  It was like nature's nursery...the stillness and quiet surrounding this nesting area was phenomenal...you could hear a pin drop on the forest groundcoverings!!



linking to: Nature Notes, Wild Bird Wednesday, Our World Tuesday, Rubbish Tuesday


Read More...
Frank RABB -[plantation namesake]
Texas Annexation
Sally Scull [aka Skull]- notorious gunslinger/killer of Wild Texas and cousin to Frank Rabb
Petra Kenedy
Mifflin Kenedy
Stepdaughter, Maria's Genealogy listing
Petra Genealogy


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HODGEPODGE
linking to: Wednesday Hodgepodge


1. April 22nd is Earth Day. Are you inspired by nature? In what way? Inspiration is the beauty of nature...I'm inspired many ways. Colors, sounds, scents. Everything, I guess. Exception may be the destruction of what we humans can leave behind, i.e., trash, debris, waste, pollutants.

2. Down to earth, four corners of the earth, move heaven and earth, not have an earthly chance, or salt of the earth...which earthly idiom have you most recently encountered? Explain. I guess for me it'd have to be 'down to earth' as I try to be me...nothing more.

3. Share one piece of advice you might give a newly engaged couple. Go into a marriage with the hopes of a good life together, and remember that it's 'for better or worse, richer or poorer, etc. etc.' WORK on a marriage.

4. When did you last engage someone to perform a job, task, service, home repair, or improvement? On a scale of 1-10 (ten being the best) how would you rate their work and/or your satisfaction with the job or service provided? Auto mechanic...errr, um, they prefer to be called technicians now. But, I took the car in for a leak...we'll see in perhaps several weeks if the work was satisfactory.

5. When did you last find yourself engaged in small talk? Are you awkward or an expert or somewhere in between? It's so cliché a conversation, and I really don't like it and try to avoid it...but here goes:

"Hey, Anni? When you get done edging your lawn, you can come here to do mine!"
And I usually respond with some mundane reply..."blah, blah, blah."
Both neighbors will say the same thing...
...and it gets to be old hat!!!
[that's my small talk]

6. What was the last historic place you visited? In state: The 123 year old plantation mentioned above. Out of state: The French Quarter in N'Awlins, LA.

7. The world would be a better place if we just made efforts to respect people, animals and our globe.

8. Insert your own random thought here. The American Birding Association is holding their national birding convention here in our town this year. I plan to attend at least ONE day. And since this is such a busy week, I'm sharing a fence image for Thursday at this time since my schedule is erratic right now:


linking to Good Fences

§ Ummmm....Oysters anyone?

My Bird Photo for Wild Bird Wednesday [linked on sidebar]:

I'm having a bit of difficulty ID'ing these birds. There were dozens of them at the edge of the bay waters the other day, all grouped together, most of them were sleeping. Hence the 'white eyes'. But, what species are they? Of that, I'm not certain. So many shore birds are marked with such similar colors and beaks/feet, etc. I'm thinking Short Billed Dowitcher, but could be a long billed dowitcher maybe 'cause I've not seen either to compare. Perhaps a totally different sandpiper species? Help me if you can, purdy please, with sugar on top?!!!





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HODGEPODGE [linked on sidebar]
Joyce has these questions for us to answer today:


1. Do you play games of luck/chance for money? Have you ever played bingo for money? Visited a casino? Placed a bet on a horse? Bought a lottery ticket? I used to go to the casinos in AZ and in NV. I purchase a lottery ticket once in a while. No financial gain tho...from either.  I do better collecting my $200 when I pass 'go' in Monopoly!!

2. Will you be preparing and/or dining on the traditional Corned Beef and Cabbage meal this St. Patrick's Day? Mashed-baked-hash browned-french fried...your favorite way to have potatoes? Our traditional St. Patty's Day is GREEN BEER. Been a tradition for many decades. Seldom do I take the time to make corned beef. As for potatoes, mashed is my all time favorite. Yet, in all honesty, I LOVE potatoes, no matter how their cooked. I have been known to even munch on raw potatoes when I'm peeling them for a meal.

poster courtesy of Photobucket images

3. What's the last thing you felt 'green with envy' over? Right about now, with the continuous drought conditions here, I envy those that are getting Spring snows and rains!!!  But...normally,  I'm really not a person who envies anyone, or any thing.   Oh, I do take notice of youth and sometimes wish I could turn back the clock, knowing what I know now, and do some things differently and still have what I have [family, home, financial security, etc]. But, that will come with my 'next life'.

4. What's at the end of your rainbow? Age...and with that, Knowledge

5. March 12th marks the anniversary of the death of Anne Frank (June 12, 1929-March, 1945). Anne's diary detailing her time spent hiding from the Nazi's during the war ranks as one of the best selling books of all time. Besides your blog, do you keep any sort of diary or journal? Was this a habit you developed as a child or is journaling something new for you? I guess the only sort of diary of my life and generations before me is:  I have a wealth of photos. From ancestors' tintypes to my grandkids!! Pictures not only paint a thousand words, they hold a whole lotta memories.

6. What's an item in your home or closet that contains every color of the rainbow? As for the closet as in clothing...Nuttin' Honey. Why? 'Cause I don't do orange!!!   But, some costume jewelry and t-shirts are adorned with rhinestones...they're a rainbow prism when they move with the body's motions!!

7. Write a limerick with you as the subject. You can do it!! Just remember this is a family friendly blog...don't make me get out my wooden spoon. Oh my....a limerick you say?  The ones I know are always a bit on the nasty side ... Goodness gracious. Okay, I'll give it a go, without being x-rated [I hope]...

There once was a gal named Anni.

Who was seen dining on fatty fried food.

The edibles were simple but a tiny bit crude.

The crowd at her table became rowdy 'n' roister...

As they watched Anni gnaw on a rocky mount'n oyster!!.

Rocky Mountain Oysters, what are they? Click Here to find out!!

photo courtesy of Google Image Search

8. Insert your own random thought here. Speaking of tintype photos: These are from a previous post dated 2008 --

"...Anyway, at one time months after dad died, Bud and I were with my brother, just talking. And one thing lead to another - you know how it is; the family albums came out. During our gab session and reminiscing of the 'good ol' days' we came upon these. I remember mom showing them to me and telling me they're all kin. I was young and I looked at these tintypes and thought to myself....they look like bandits from the old west; the kind you see in movies and Gunsmoke!! Well, when my brother opened the page and I saw them, I pleaded with him to give me just the one that meant more to me than I thought for him. There were less than a dozen of them, but like I said, "They're kinfolk." He ended up giving them all to me....." [I'll only post two of the eight I posted before]

§ When you gotta go...you gotta go [aka Nature calls]

connecting photo to:

Wordless Wednesday

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HODGEPODGE

...this week, Joyce has these questions for us:

1. What is ONE thing or area in your home or life you hope to report is completely organized when 2013 draws to a close? Do you have a plan to make it happen? Hmmmm, this stage of life, organization up and left...flew out the window to never return. Seriously. I can think of one thing that I've already begun to work on...organizing the computer and getting 1000s [over 800 bird photos at this point] of photos burned on DVDs/CDs. But it will only take a few days...not the entire year. To spend a year organizing, it would be a waste of a good year, and life is just too short.. Why bother? Perhaps I should consider organizing my thoughts then?!!?!!

2. What's the worst uniform you've ever had to wear for a job? Well, I can honestly say, I have never had to wear uniforms. My first job was head receptionist at a Chamber of Commerce [wore my own clothes]. I resigned from that position after my first child was born, and didn't return to the outside work force until both of my children were of school age...I then worked as a supervisor at a local high school so I could have the summers and holiday vacations when the kids were home...[again, my own clothes]. From that point after the last graduated and entered the Marine Corps, I worked at a doctor's/psychiatrists' co-op, as a patient coordinator where I assigned a patient after interviewing them to the most qualified doctor that specialized in the patient's needs... until Bud retired and we moved to Arizona whereupon I retired with him. There too, I wore my own clothes. Now my uniform is jeans, shorts, sweat pants.

3. What was your last kitchen 'mishap'? As far as I can recall, it was a broken glass mug that cut one of the floor tiles -- hence, a whole new floor was laid.

4. How do you protect yourself from other people's negativity? Smile a lot. Sometimes giggle at the insanity of some. roflmao

5. Who in your family do you most resemble (physically)? If you have children, who do people say they favor? Do you agree? I look in the mirror each day and see my mother. As for children, my son favors my looks; poor kid!! In fact, after Erik was grown and on leave from the Corps, there once was a time at the store that the cashier thought we were twins. Lordy!!!

My mom [top left] and me [bottom right]

I'm proud to look like my mother, even tho it continues to shock me with my mirror's reflection. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out---if I'm even close to her in any way, that's a good thing!!

This photo, is of my dedication page on my genealogy book. Naturally, I dedicated the book of 300+ pages to my mother. Afterall, if it weren't for her, I'd have no genealogy, right?

6. January 8th is National Bubble Bath Day...will you be celebrating? I haven't had a bubble bath in years. I don't particularly like sitting in water that is full of body residue. Showers I prefer.

7. Some of the 'world's best winter festivals' are - Mardi Gras (New Orleans), Quebec Winter Festival (Canada), Sundance Film Festival (Park City, Utah), Rio Carnivale (Brazil), Sapporo Snow Festival (Japan), Venice Carnivale (Italy) and the Harbin Ice Festival (Northern China). Of those listed (and if cost were not a factor) which would you most like to attend and why? New Orleans, I've been. Tho it's a fun city...it's a grubby one. Each morning, really early, the streets where Mardi Gras is celebrated are scrubbed and sprayed with city trucks...filled with disinfectants/soap. What with the smells of human vomit [and other unmentionables] mixed with the city cleansers...it's NOT something you hear about; ever. And the odor is not too pleasing to your senses either. I guess my druthers would be either going to Japan or China...always wanted to go to the Orient.

8. Insert your own random thought here. Right now, it's raining again. I'm lovin' it. Of course that'll be a whole 'nother story when it comes to keeping up with the yard maintenance when the rain makes the grass grow more quickly. Got a mower? LOL

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