More thoughts on ancestry research

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The title should really be “Help! I’m a prisoner!” This is coming to you from the black hole of ancestor research! It’s a land of stagnant bladders (no time for potty runs) and cookie survival (you can eat that at … Continue reading

Going down the rabbit hole!

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When I get excited about something, it takes over my life. I’m not interesting in eating or sleeping. Just want to focus. Jump in with both feet! Full steam ahead! (And for heaven’s sake don’t bother me!) I took my … Continue reading

Random 5 for December 31 – Routines, DNA tests, gym, cold, smells

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It’s over – When I worked, I enjoyed the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I worked it more often than taking off. It was a peaceful week at work with minimal distractions and few people. Now that I’m retired … Continue reading

Planning life exits

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We attended a funeral this week and it made me think about exits. When I was born, my mother didn’t tell anyone she was pregnant — not her best friend or any of her sisters. Not for any salacious reason. … Continue reading

Reflections on the young and the not so young

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Seems like I was young just last week. Or was it the week before? Could it have been that different? The granddaughters were here for their annual visit. They have grown exponentially. Both are almost as tall as I am. … Continue reading

A youth invasion!

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Fresh towels are out. Food is bought. Puzzles and DVDs are ready. Plans are made. The weather is perfect. The granddaughters are coming. When they come, it’s a whirlwind of activity. There are places to go and things to buy. … Continue reading

The smell of childhood

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We are moving things around again. Rearranging stuff so I can put my sewing machines on the second floor and out of the basement. A chest didn’t fit the new configuration. It had to go. It was my mother’s chest. … Continue reading