Friday, February 5, 2016

The Short Stop

Hi, I'm Mackey and I love to play ball. Yes the ball is a little big for my mouth, but that's OK.
The bestest thing is when Dad throws the ball for me and I get to chase it and bring it back. Once in a while I even catch it in the air.

 OK Dad, throw it now.
 I'll get it!
 Got it!
  Here it is Dad. Throw it again.
I can do this all day.
 No Sydney, it's my ball. Dad and I are playing. You get your own ball.
Sisters can really be pests sometimes.


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

It's For You

This morning we heard this.

And we answered.

Mom brought in this big box.
 She said it was for us. What could be inside?
 Hurry and open it.
 Wow, two big boxes of cookies.
  Let's test them and make sure they're just right. 
 They were perfect!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Surrounded

We live at the foot of a fairly steep hill. I often get to see the sun rise behind our house when I take the dogs  for an early morning outing, but I seldom see the sunsets unless I walk up the hill. The hill itself and the houses on the street are all in the way. But a couple days ago I noticed a pink glow and walked onto the porch to see that we were surrounded by color as the sun set. This is taken from the back of the house.
 This is from the front porch.
And this is overhead.
It was all around and so very pretty with lots of pink and orange light. Well done, Mother Nature.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Turnabout

Hi Everybody,
Today is our Mom's birthday and we decided that since she always gives us parties on our days, we should give her one on her day. We needed a little help because we don't drive and we don't have any dollars, so we asked Dad if he would help us, and he did.
Dad went off to the store and he came back with these. There weren't any cupcakes so he came home with these little blueberry muffies. They look very good and there are a lot of them.
When he opened the box, I was a little disappointed. Look, no sprinkles.
 That's when Mom came into the garage and look what she had, a whole bottle of sprinkles.
 There, that's better!
We all went outside to wait while Dad took the little papers off the muffies.
What's taking so long?
Where is he?
 What's going on in there?
 Here he comes!!!
Dad called us each by name and gave us each a muffie. 
 Oh boy, they were delicious.
 Mackey was a little slow eating hers but she didn't want any help.
Thanks Dad for helping us throw this party and happy birthday, Mom.
Love, Fudge



Sunday, January 31, 2016

Amazing Discoveries

Tomorrow is my birthday, so I've been thinking back over my life, the good times and the not so good, the dreams and the disappointments. As I've posted before, I was raised by my Grandparents. My parents were much too young when they married and they separated before I was born. I understand that my father came to visit me in the hospital when I was born, but I never met him or any of his family members.
As a child I had my Grandfather and my Uncles who spoiled me and I didn't miss not having a father around. But as I got older, I did feel a little resentment that none of his family ever showed any interest in knowing me or how I was.  I felt there was a part of me missing. Life goes on and I didn't waste a lot of time thinking about it.
Then a few years ago Rob gave me some genealogy software. I decided to play around with it a little and was pleased that I could trace my maternal ancestors back  a very long way. When I printed out my family tree, however, it was pretty lopsided. My maternal side went back to the founding of the country and the paternal side was  empty. All I knew about my father was his name,  the names of two of his siblings, and the fact that he'd been in the navy.
One day while surfing the net, I stumbled onto a military database and found my father's birth and death dates. OK!!! I took a chance that he had stayed in Syracuse where his family had lived, and emailed the Syracuse Public Library. I asked if they could look up an obituary. I expected either a negative response or a request for payment for a lookup, but instead, the very next day I received two obituaries from the two local papers. Thank you, librarian.

The obituaries included the names of my father's parents. I found my grandfather's obituary online and from there it took off. I made the totally unexpected discovery the paternal side of my family was quite famous in the founding of the country. In fact, my 14th Great Grandfather was one of the founders of Hartford, Connecticut.
My Father may not have ever sent me a birthday card or acknowledged me in any other way, but he gave me a fine heritage.

After filling in my tree, I learned that I qualified for membership in several heritage societies. I looked over the list and settled on two. First was The National Society Daughters of Founders and Patriots of America. I had to prove thru accepted documentation that I was directly descended from a founder, someone who had been here prior to 1687, and a patriot, someone who had participated in the Revolution. Once I had the documentation together, I submitted it for review and it passed. I was admitted to the Society.


With that success at hand, I decided to go for admittance to the Society of the Descendants of the Founders of Hartford. Again I went thru the steps of documentation which was much faster and easier the second time, applied and was accepted.
 I was really surprised how this affected me. I suddenly, for the first time in my life, felt whole. I did have a known heritage and it was a good one. I can't really explain how deeply changed I felt,  but I wish I'd started this research years ago.

 There were a few extra, really neat discoveries along the way.  First I learned that my Father had remarried and had other children. I had a half  brother and sister that I had never known about. In trying to learn more I posted to a family chat list and was totally blown away when I was contacted by a niece that I didn't know about. We even arranged to meet and still stay in touch.
Then a short time later I was put in touch with my Father's only living sibling. My 96 year old Aunt and I chat on the phone and correspond by mail. She also sent me a copy of a book she wrote about her life. I learned more about my Father and Grandparents from her.

Now surely that would be enough to satisfy my needs, right? No way! For a couple years I left my research where it was, but two weeks ago I was feeling restless. I moved my records to new software and decided to poke around a little more. It paid off big time. Though I had some prominent people in the tree already, I went looking for more. I already knew about the Adams cousins, John and Samuel, but I wasn't ready to stop there.

I kept looking and sure enough I hit the jackpot. I found a Mayflower connection. I am descended from John Alden and Priscilla Mullins Alden, who arrived as a teenager on the Mayflower. You've heard of her, she's the "speak for yourself, John", Priscilla in the Myles Standish story.
 Now I've gone about as far as I can go without access to documents in England, but I'm trying to figure out how to get to them without actually making a trip overseas.  So here's something I never expected to say, Thanks Dad, for the birthday present.