Up earlier, had breakfast, read most of the Sunday paper, and have finished your walk in the Rose Hill Cemetery and are sitting in the car in the southeast corner of Deerfield Township’s gravelawn waiting for Carol to finish her much longer walk. Carol is coming up the lane now. – Amorella.
You stopped by McD’s for a diet Coke, Carol had a vanilla iced coffee – you sat, chatted and watched the cars go by on Mason-Montgomery Road.
Observing the variety of vehicles and the colors, etc., is a simple pleasure, I am not sure why we enjoy it, but we do. Retired people passing the time, I guess; anyway the cost is less than three dollar for the drinks and the rest is free. We have a house painting and construction contractor coming out around noon to give an estimate on outside trim painting and toilets and a redo of the downstairs powder room. So, something might get done eventually. I ought to ask about type of composite stone for the countertops and for a new sink, etc. too as it has been a year and we have done nothing so far. I wonder how often other people go through this process?
You were thinking about adding photographs of the people in the genealogy. Why not? You have lots of photos in the basement – you have been meaning to scan them for more than ten years now. Another ten years might be too late, boy. Kim will be appreciative. – Amorella.
The photos had crossed my mind but I was going to wait until I got everything else done and in place. I guess I could do it as I work along. I am concerned that it might take too much of my time.
Orndorff, you forget what you are capable of as far as dividing your time is concerned. You have been doing your exercises and walking now it is time to get that brain of yours better functioning. You can do the books, blog and genealogy and you will feel better in the process. True, you are older, boy, but you are not dead yet. Post. – Amorella.
Dusk. I am already ready for bed. Chores and errands. Plus, kind relatives have been sending me updated information on their sons and daughters and their sons and daughters (of Owen’s generation. The information is not complete but putting in education is more difficult than I imagined as I started with the name of the high school. I need to go to the basement and find records of Carol and my great aunts and uncles I have decided to not go much further back than that as far as the ‘fuller’ family as concerned. Grandma Schick (born 1889) left high school after the tenth grade but she passed the “Boxer Exam” which was the equivalent of a high school diploma in those days. I never heard of the Boxer Exam. Grandfather Schick quit at the end of eighth grade to help support his mother. Never knew that before either. But, at least I am getting this down. Once my Aunt Ruthie dies few will know any tidbits of the family.
Now you can pretend you are the family historian as it is easier for you to pretend than live in the real world. – Amorella.
I’ll tell you what, Amorella, I will go to the basement and do my research in the family files, much of it gleaned by the real family historians. This is a ‘pretending’ of sorts. I am building a little on the work of those of my grandparents generation who had to work to get the material. Writing letters, going to cemeteries, looking up actual county records. I am not a real family historian and the pretending to be one only makes it more fun. I know who and what I am.
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