A Mixture

Do we ever have a day in our life where everything just goes along all fine?

Well, yes.  Some day's are like that for me.  Thankfully more days are like that, then days of complications.

Today was not one of those days!

I got a call early this morning.  They are delivering my new FREE refrigerator next Friday!  YAY
I got a UPS delivery with my special printing paper I ordered from Staples on Sunday.  YAY.  Now I can get the book(s) finished for my client.
I got my mail and there was a letter from DHS (Welfare) that my food assistance has been too low at $15.00, so for the next 4 months they have raised it to $65.00 a month.  YAY.
I ran up to the print shop and got my pedigrees for the genealogy book all printed out.  YAY.

Then, I had lunch, watched my Soap and the day turned to crapola!
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I got a registered letter from the Social Security Administration that stated, the DHS of Michigan will no longer pay my Medicare Part B, and they shouldn't have paid it last month, so on July 3rd, my SS benefit will be $735.00 instead of $978.00.  From August on, it will be $835.00 a month.  I can barely make it on $978.00 a month as it is, but was getting caught up on the Dentist and Chiropractor's bill, and got my car fixed and now?  

My expenses are $1,108.00 a month.  That doesn't include food!  Electrical bill went up.  Car insurance went up.  Comcast bill came down, food assistance went up.  Still, I am once again back to being short every month.

I got on the phone and called my case worker.  They NEVER answer the phone, so I left a very calm message asking if she knew why they were not going to pay my Medicare, as my income has not gone up and I have two new doctor bills to pay off.  

Then I decided today was a good day to drive on up to the Secretary of State's office to renew my driver's license and get my new tabs.  I checked on-line and it said "Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon, between 2:00-4:00.  I got there at 2:15.  The lady said it would be about an hour and forty-five minute wait.

I thought she was kidding because, although there were a lot of people waiting, there were 5 clerks working and the numbers seemed to going quite quickly.  Half an hour later, 4 of the 5 clerks took their break.  No one covered for them.  That meant, one person was working.  Their break lasted 30 minutes.  

The lady lied to me.  It didn't take an hour and forty-five minutes.  It took an hour and fifty-five minutes.  I had not taken a book with me.  I can hardly sit still for 2 hours, and I had to pee every 45 minutes.  So walking to and from the bathroom eased my back from sitting on the hard plastic chair for 2 hours.

Thankfully, here in Michigan, we only have to renew in person every 4 years.  Plus, they don't have us do the written test anymore--which I actually thought the funnest part of going there!!!

The painter, that I contacted on May 16th, who said he'd get back with me, didn't so I called him the other day.  He asked me to "refresh his memory."  Professional painter and he can't remember the appointments he has made?  He was supposed to call me back either yesterday or today to schedule my paint job.  I may just cancel him.  Lord knows, I will need that money I've saved up to live on the next few months!!!
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I am staying calm and positive.  I have no control over any of this.  I asked God to handle it for me.  I've been talking the talk, about not worrying or stressing about things, to Let Go and Let God.  Now I gotta walk the talk.

Bragging Rights

Karen & Mark's youngest son.  

Stephen had his White Coat ceremony Friday night.  He starts medical school at Michigan State University, in two weeks.

<isn't Karen pretty?>

Madeleine is safely back home after two weeks in Guatemala--she went to just visit her host Momma and ended up helping to build another house.

 Quite the family

Lets see:  

#2 child, Susanna Elaine: got a Track scholarship to Grand Valley State University (Grand Rapids, MI), lives in Portland, OR. , works for New Balance shoe company, travels all over the states and runs in marathons.

#1 child, Helene Mary:  Master's Degree in some sort of satellite engineering.  Lives in Ann Arbor with her hubs Mike, expecting a baby girl in October, works for a government contract company, viewing images from satellites in space. 

#3 child, Marcus James:  Master's Degree in Nuclear Engineering.  Lives in Ann Arbor, works for the largest electric supply company  in the State, in their nuclear power plant.

Mom Karen Helene:  Master's Degree in education.  Teaches math at a Catholic girls high school  Home schooled all five children.

# 5 child, Madeleine Sophia:  Studying nursing at a local community college.  Wants to be an Elder Care nurse.  Dances ballet.  Builds homes in poor countries in South America.

#4 child, Stephen Charles:  Just graduated with a degree in Physiology.  Starts medical school.  Wants to be an ER doctor.  

...and I suppose I should mention their father:  Mark Thomas, who also has a Master's Degree in the same field as Helene and she works with him at the same company.  What they do is quite secretive.

Quite the family.

SpookyThings and Oddities, oh...and Dar Too.

Have you ever had a really, unexplainable coincidence, that was so spooky it gave you goose bumps?

Yesterday morning, John called just as I was getting into the shower.  He said he'd wait 45 minutes to take Maizey for her walk.  That would make it a bit late in the morning for their visit, but at least I would be dressed and ready for the day.

He stopped in and I was so glad to see Maizey.  She has been poorly lately and he and I both, expect one of these days soon, Maizey will be saying, "Nite Nite" for the last time.

He had just sat down to talk and there was a knock at my door.  I was expecting it to be Dar, so when I opened the door, it took me a few seconds to recognize a woman I started Kindergarten with and went all through school with.  I hadn't seen her in three years.  We squealed and hugged and squealed some more.  She was on her way to lunch with her daughter's and only had about 15 minutes.

I introduced her and John.  I just happened to mention that John grew up in Munising. (that's in our Upper Peninsula--many miles from here)

Janet said, "I have friends in Munising.  Do you know Bob and Jean Porter?"

John said, "Yes.  Bob was my neighbor.  We went to school together."

OH.  MY.  GOSH.

They started tossing out names of mutual friends--sometimes each having a hard time bringing the names up from their memory bank.  I just sorta stood back and watched.

Then Janet said, "Do you remember Pee Wee?  He worked with my husband Jack at Howell Metal."

John said, "Pee Wee?  Yeah.  I worked at Howell Metal too.  You don't mean Jack Sear do you?  Is he your husband?  I worked with him too!"

Then the light slowly started to dawn.  

John said, "Janet.  Are you Janet Sear?"

Janet said, "Yes.  What's your last name."

John told her and then the hugs came.

John turned to me and said, "My ex wife and I went to a party at their house.  Way out in the boonies."

I said, "I lived just a half-mile west from Janet and Jack's."

Then John looked back and forth at Janet and me and said, "You two girls have known each other...how long."

Janet said, "First day of Kindergarten."

I replied, "Seventy-two years."

Then Janet said, "but she's older than I am.....by two weeks."

We three stood there and looked at each other.  I said, "What a spooky coincidence.  John if you had come by earlier, you would have missed Janet."

Janet said, "I was 15 minutes early and just decided to swing in and see if I could find where you live."

John said, "I think God arranged this.  There is no other explanation."  Janet and I nodded our heads.

What a fantastic happening!  Janet also knows Merle and Pearl.  They lived across the road from one another at one time.  Janet said, "Next time I come this way, I'll stop and you and I will go and surprise Pearl!"

"She lives two houses up, in the gray house.  You'll see it on your way out."

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I had my 6th month "meet and greet" with my doctor yesterday afternoon.  He was out so I got to see his PA--whom I like better than him.

She walked into the room and the first words out of her mouth were, "Holy Shit!"

I was so shocked I said, "WHAT?"  I really never expected that kind of talk from her!

"Your blood work is amazing!  I have never seen anything like it from a person your age!"

"Yeah...doc told me in January that my blood tests were like that of a fifty year old."

"I'm a fifty year old and mine aren't this good! 

She waggled the report at me and said, "This report is like someone in their thirties!"

She lays the stethoscope on my chest, "You've got the heart of an athlete.  Strong, steady and slow.  Do you exercise a lot?"

"Never."

"You must walk a lot then?"

"Nope.  The only time I walk is when I go to Walmart, grocery shopping."

Then she put the stethoscope on each side of my neck to check my carotid arteries.  "You don't have a bit of plaque!  Do you eat a healthy died?"

"Nope".

Then she checked all over my back and had me hold my breath and then cough really hard.  "Lungs are clear and good.  No rales, no wheezes.  You stopped smoking years ago, right?"

"Nope."

Then she looked at the blood work report again.  "Your kidney and liver function is perfect!  Do you drink a lot of water?"

"Nope.  I drink a lot of Diet Pepsi though."

"How often do you drink alcohol?"

"Never."

"I don't mean like a glass of wine once in awhile, I mean like a cocktail."

"I don't ever drink alcohol.  I never have."

She stepped back and leaned against the little sink in the corner of the room.  Crossed her arms and said, "I can honestly tell you.  I have NEVER met anyone who doesn't drink a little alcohol once in awhile.  Even my minister has a little wine every now and then."

"Well, here I am!"

She shook her head and said, "Okay.  We're done here."

I stood up, she looked up at me, "I'll bet you don't have osteoporosis either, do you?"

"Nope.  I do have arthritis though."

"Well...at least that's something!"

"Okay", I said.  "I'll see you in six months?"

"How about six years!"

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It has taken me three years to get my doc to lengthen my check-up out to six months.  Because of my AGE--he thinks I should come in every four months.  I always bargained with him and went in every five months.  Then in January he said I could come in every six months.  I think.....if I am feeling well, I just might take it out to a year!!

<or, I could drop dead of pancreatic cancer by September.  We just never know.>

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I barely walked in the door when I got home and there was Dar, coming in behind me.

EGADS and LITTLE FISH HOOKS!!!

She had been back to see her "special" medical physical therapist and she wanted to tell me all about it.  She WILL have to have an EMG--the doc said there was no other way to tell what nerves are causing the numbness in her arms.  

She went into a rant about the fact that she told her son and his kids to GET OUT by the end of the month, and he still hasn't started looking for a place to rent.

"Why should he?"  I asked.  "He's got it made at your place."

"Well, he HAS to leave.  I can't stand them anymore.  I wanted Daddy to come live with me and he wants to, so........................".

"You don't think your Dad would drive you nuts after awhile too?"

"I am rethinking that.  We just found out he has an aortic aneurysm.  It's at 4.  I don't want it to rupture and him bleed all over the place and die if he's living with me!"

"Oh my Gosh, Dar.  That's very serious!"

"I know.  He's going in to a vascular specialist next week.  They are going to do an Echo on him to see just how big it is and if they will operate."

"That's a very serious operation, especially at his age."

"Well, we are going to have a birthday party for him on the nineteenth, for his ninety-fifth birthday and Father's Day."

"Gosh.  I'm sorry."

"I invited him to come live with me and now...I don't know how to get out of it."

<because it is ALWAYS all about Dar>

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Have a great weekend!  It is supposed to be hot and steamy with some bad storms around here on Saturday.  I think I will stay hunkered down inside with the A/C on and work on putting the genealogy book together.

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Family Tree Book

In regards of how I do a genealogy book,  the image below is how most family trees look.

I think that is way too confusing.
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My family group pages look like this:

Plus a bit of a background story, if there is one.

Plus a separate page showing, more clearly the information:

On this page would also be photos of the person, stories, proof of their military service, obituaries, photos of their gravestones, anything I can find on them.

Plus a separate page that I make on Excel with the pedigree.  Sometimes these Pedigrees go back 25-30 generations.  I print them out.  Cut and paste them together and have the print shop, copy them onto architect paper which is 11 x whatever length necessary.  It has to be 11" on the left side to be punched and fit in the book.  I then fold them up, inside the book, so the person can unfold them to whatever length they may be.

When I have all the information I can glean, I make a Word document, in story form.  I start with the person's father and work from his oldest ancestor DOWN.  At times the wives have an interesting lineage, so I include their pedigrees and stories of their ancestor's too.  Trying to keep all this information in a cohesive, understandable format can be challenging.

Then, I start the second section of the book with the person's mother and work my way UP through her lineage.

Most of the books end up being 100 pages or more.  I use nice sturdy matte paper ($41.00 for a box of 150 sheets) to print it out, then have it "combed" (punched) by the print shop with a nice clear cover, showing a family tree and a sturdy back cover, on a heavy duty coil for the spine.  This keeps the pages from tearing out and the pages lay flat for easy reading.

Sometimes these books take two or three months to do.  The research is what takes the longest.  There are so many places to look for whatever I can find.  I love the writing and creating the book part the most!

While I am writing the story, I am thinking of all these many ancestor's--hundred and hundreds of them.  What trials they might have gone through.  Some very wealthy, minimal trials, but perhaps died young.  Some dying on a battle field somewhere.  Crusader Knights, leaving their wives and children for years at a time.  

Some, very simple people, but with a courage I would not have had--to leave family, get on a ship and sail clear across that big ocean to start a new life here.  Many indentured servants, working for land owners and saving every penny, until they could buy land of their own and start their own family dynasty?

What about our Native Americans?  Living their own happy, contented lives, until unknown, strange looking white human beings came and kept pushing them off their own land.  Taking their land by force and not paying them a cent for it.  Killing their food supply for sport.  Pushing, pushing--ever backward into a concentrated area.  It makes me weep.

The African's that my 7th Great Grand Father's brother brought on a British ship to Virginia to be slaves.  Thankfully not my own Great Grand Father, who was a minister, but his brother.  What about them?  One time, back in the 1960's, while sitting in a motel in Virginia, I opened up the phone book and found hundreds of names with my Great Grand Father's last name.  No--I am not a direct descendant of a Virginia slave, but they carry the last name of my mother's family.  

Some ancestor's living in European, war-torn countries.  Persecuted for their religious or ethnic beliefs.  Hoping their children can escape to a new, free land.

The Irish caught up in the Potato Famine, of the religious wars.  The Saxon's of Germany.  The English and French, fighting each other.  New rulers came in and made new religious laws.  A few years later, another ruler came in, changing those religious laws back to the original laws.  The women, sailing across the ocean while pregnant.  Dying in childbirth.  

So many dying from the Black Plague or even the Influenza epidemic of 1918, here in this country.  I have 3 family members from my 3rd Great Grand Father's family, his siblings, who died on the same day.  November 2, 1918.  A brother aged 24, a baby sister aged 3 and another baby sister aged 6 months.  On the same day!  How would a mother and father go through that and keep their sanity?  They had a strong faith in God?

and yet....our direct ancestor made it!  I always wonder...if my 8th Great Grand Father had died, in the Civil War, as his son had, who would I have been born to?  Where?  What name would I have?

We carry the DNA of every single one of those direct ancestor's!  Just imagine that for a moment.  How far back?  Adam?  Noah?  It boggles my mind.

That's why I love genealogy.  I am obsessed with it!  Each person I research, each book I make is filled with time and love for the history of that family. Their names get stuck in my head, like they are my own ancestor's.  Thankful.  Experience.  Silence.  Methitable, some of the women's names.  Conradus, Casper, Evin, Bodic, some of the men's names.  

It is all just history, but it is OUR history!  

Yawn

For some reason, I had a rough night last night.  At least I think I did.  I slept well, but groggy all day today.  

This morning, ran up to the doc's office to get blood work done for my visit to him on Thursday.

Came home, ate a snack, sat down and fell asleep for two hours in my chair.  Rarely, if ever do I do that.
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If one bloom is pretty, how about 3?  And two more buds to open.

The Past. The Present. The Future?

The future?  I don't even think about it or worry about it anymore, at least, not like I used to.

I am too busy in the present.

The present, which right now, has me deeply searching the mysteries of the past.

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I finished up a genealogy I started first of April.  I was so pleased with the way the book turned out.  I put it in a printing paper box, stuffed paper all around it and packed it into a Flat Rate Medium box to mail.  I held that box, hugged up tight to my heart and sent it off with love.

My client received it and sent me the nicest e-mail to tell me how much she liked it.  That e-mail meant the world to me.  She had helped me so much with information and photos of her ancestor's.  Then I delved and dug deep to find maps of the areas where her ancestor's came from and any stories I could find about the area and the places where her ancestor's worked and lived.  

I really love doing genealogies for people.  At times, in my searches, I have come upon discoveries that have taken my breath away.  To keep going up and up through the generations until I reach up into the early 1000's, is thrilling to me.  Just think what our ancestor's went through to make a life.  Many died fairly young...many wives died in child birth...many father's died only a few months after their last child was born.  Then, the ones that came across that big ocean to this new world to make a new life.  How frightening that must have been.  Glad we are that they did or we, ourselves, would have ended up living under persecution or in war-torn countries.

There is such a history to the background of our easy, sometimes mundane lives.  Maybe that is why I love genealogy.  I love history and people's biographies and documentaries.  To open that all up for someone and perhaps prove to them that, they are related to royalty or warriors or even, just plain, ordinary, hard working people like all my farmer ancestors.

Here I am, late in life and feel like I have found my calling!  

and now, onto climbing up the branches of the next family tree!

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How about this present day marvel?  I do not remember planting this Iris.  

I have my peach colored "Momma Iris"

and I have purple Iris.  Was there some sort of hanky-panky, last fall or under the cover of snow, that caused this beauty to emerge?

Most years, I buy Hot Pink, Purple and Chartreuse plants for my pots.  This year I decided to go with yellow, purple, white and chartreuse.  I don't know if I like it or not.  Now enough POP of color, but the pots will fill in and....it is as it is.  

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The dreaded dental visit that I have put off since March.  That yearly exam that includes: full mouth x-rays, deep cleaning, the periodontal check, where the hygienist pokes that pointy thing deep around each tooth to check the pockets and how much the gums have receded, and the final check, when the dentist comes in and checks for oral cancers, nodules in my neck and does her darndest to search for teeny-tiny cavities.  I'm glad it's over.  An hour and 15 minutes in that chair that caused my neck to hurt and the pain shooting into my shoulder and the left front part of my chest.    Back in four months for just a regular cleaning, which I won't put off!

Migration Time, Vets and Old People

A lot of us olders have our Social Security benefit hit our checking accounts on the 3rd of every month.  Which causes us to emerge from our homes, get on the road out in front and head to the Walmart, like a migrating herd of buffalo!  I was in that parade yesterday.  Some of us heading west to the Walmart, some, with higher SS benefits, headed west to the Meijer store.

The speed limit on the road is 50 mph.  I got behind an old guy who was driving 43--in the left inside, passing lane.  GEEZ LOUISE.  Cars were pulling out behind me to pass us and as soon as it was clear, I did the same and then pulled back quickly in front of him.  

People!  You are in your car.  The car is moving!  You are driving!  Pay attention to what you are doing!
<seems like the only time I yell anymore is when I am inside my car, migrating with idiot drivers>

When I got to Walmart, I started up one of the parking lanes to find a spot.  There was an old woman who thought she had to drive the entire length, in the middle of that lane.  If I had pulled over to the right any farther, I would have clipped parked car bumpers, so...I just stopped and let her maneuver her way around me.

Into the store, same scenario.  Why do people have to park their cart in the middle of the aisle?

My highlight of the day--heck the whole week?  As I walked to the back of the store, there was a man refilling water bottles at the water station.  He was a VietNam vet.  How could I tell?  He looked like he was headed to a military conference.  His cap announced his status, as well as his T-shirt, along with a red, white and blue cane with a field of stars on it.

Since my mother never taught me not to talk to strangers, I walked up next to him and said,
"I like your cane."

"I bought it right here in this store."

There was s short fuzzy tail of some misfortunate animal hanging from the handle.

"That's not a squirrel tail is it?"

"Nope.  Bob Cat.  I kilt it myself.  In da UP."

"Cool."

"Yep--a man always gotta have a little piece a tail with him."

"Even at your age."

"Especially at my age!"

All during this exchange, he had not once looked at me, concentrating on filling the water jugs.  Not once did he smile.

"Well, I want to thank you for your service.  I was in college while you were over there keeping it real for me."

"Yes Ma'am."

"I really do appreciate all you did."

"Thank ya, Ma'am."

and with that, I walked off.

"A man always gotta have a little piece a tail with him."  I've been laughing ever since!
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Merle is doing a 5K Parkinson's walk Sunday!  His daughter Marge talked him into it.  Pearl is going too--in a wheelchair, that Merle is going to push for the 3+ miles.

  He and I were talking about it.  "You gotta keep moving," he said.

"I wish we could convince Pearl of that fact."

"She won't do it.  Won't even walk anymore.  Just sits in that damn chair of hers, getting fatter and fatter."

"I know she's in pain, but.............."

"She's in pain because she won't move!  The less she moves, the more pain, the less she can move!"

"I've tried to tell her that."

"Know you have."

"She told me two years ago that she was going to be in a wheelchair.  It seemed she had made up her mind then, so.........................."

"She's given up."

"Has she always been so stubborn?"

"Yup.  Ever since I known her.  She makes up her mind about sumpthin and there's no changing it."

"Well, I'm glad you never gave up!"

"Never will,  Gotta keep moving!"
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John stopped in later and we had a nice porch chat.  I told him about the VietNam vet.

John said, "I know a lot of guys like that.  They wear their gear all the time.  We get together for coffee and that's all they talk about.  It's like VietNam was the only experience they ever had in their entire lives.  They don't talk about their wives or their kids.  I get sick of listening to them.  There's more to life than a few years in VietNam!"

John was a Marine and served in Nam for a couple of years.  He talks about it, but his are all stories of funny things that happened.  He makes it sound like China Beach and the Mekong Delta was a two year vacation.  The only T-shirt I've ever seen him wear is one with a Marine Corp insignia stenciled on the front.

I think John has a much healthier attitude than some?