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It's summertime and times as tough. You have five children, four of them girls between the ages of say, 13 and 6. All of them are bored. Oh, they work hard and do their chores, but there is only so much that needs to be done. (read full article)
After I posted last week's Saturday Story about my great-great grandmother, I started to really think about my ancestors; about how life was for them. Then I began to think about my parents and grandparents. I was an only child for the fi (read full article)
This is Grandma I. She was Mamie's paternal grandmother (my great-great grandmother). She was born in Scotland in the 1860s and entered the USA through Canada around 1890. (We suspect that it may not have been a l (read full article)
During the 1940s and 1950s, the USA was in a great industrial boom. It was the jet age. Big cities were filled with chrome, cars, trains and department stores. Airports were growing as air travel became more accessible. In a small town in up (read full article)
One little monkey jumping off her bed, She fell down and broke her arm,Mama took her to the ERand the doctor said, No more monkey jumping off her bed. Can you guess where I was for four hours last night? I will never understand why, (read full article)
Flying in an airplane may be safer than driving in a car, but I think those statistics depend on how often you are in an airplane. When your job is to fly in an Air Force bomber during wartime, you may find yourself wishing for the danger of drivi (read full article)
It is often the loss of things which makes us realize the value of what we had. In losing something that should have been precious, we see our mistake; the way we took people or things for granted. Once in a while, we are granted an opport (read full article)
Grandma Sophie (pronounced So-fye in our family) was born in the 1860s in upstate New York. She came from a long Dutch line, originating in New Holland with the original settlers in th 1600s. She had five brothers and sisters. She marri (read full article)
In honor's of Father's Day, I thought I would tell you a few tales of my father's youth. He grew up in a small farm town in upstate New York. He was the youngest child and only boy in his family. He was also full of fun; a prank (read full article)
My mom was the only surviving child of four. Not surprisingly, she was very sheltered and protected. Her naturally shy nature was compounded by not being allowed to do much and also by living in on a busy highway with relatively few nei (read full article)
After living our first year of being married at college, we spent the next seventeen years in the Puget Sound area; one year in an apartment, six years in our first house and ten years in our second. Those years brought four baby boys into our (read full article)
For this week's Saturday Stories, I am sharing some kitchen tools that have been in our family for a long time. I haven't run out of family stories, but as I am in Seattle for the next two weeks, I thought some easy post scheduling was in order. This (read full article)
I come from a line of game players. I'm not talking about gamblers, mind you, but honest to goodness cards, dominoes, board games and car games. I have a few theories as to why we love games. Maybe it keeps the older folks' minds (read full article)
Nonny was my mother's paternal grandmother. She was born in the 1880s and died in the 1960s, just a couple of years before I was born. She raised five children and lost a sixth. She was an educated woman, starting out as a teache (read full article)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day, a special day to honor our moms for all they have done for us, but I would also put to you that this is a day to honor all those who have mothered us along the way. A mother cannot be with her children 24 hours a day. (read full article)
Although I come from generations of wonderful cooks, not all has been bliss in the kitchen. My Mom had some lessons to learn when she was first married Dad. The first cooking fiasco occurred when they were in an efficiency motel waiting (read full article)
What rascals my grandfather and his twin brother were! When I think of what their mom put up with, I feel part of a sorority of Mothers with Sons, that apparently has been in existence since Eve put up with Cain and Abel. My great grandparent (read full article)
When I was little, I used think how amazing it was that my great grandmother was alive before there were cars and planes, before running water and electricity was common in every home, before grocery stores were filled with convenience foods like sl (read full article)
When I started out to record the stories of my family, I mainly wanted to get down the stories of my direct ancestors. I suppose it's a natural thing to do; to concentrate on your line and let of the branches of the family slide. Interest (read full article)
Death is a part of life. Sometimes it comes like a thief, striking suddenly when life is just beginning. Sometimes it comes like a welcome visitor, taking the pained or feeble to a welcomed rest. How it comes often determines how (read full article)
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