I'm unintentionally back to my ridiculously early morning routine. I fell asleep early last night and woke up about 3am writhing in pain. I got up and got on the heating pad and it's better. I may grab a nap before time to get up for work.
SOooo... despite my early morning... there are still reasons to love Monday... here goes:
1. I get to go to work today! I love my job. I love being there. I love the way everyone who isn't on the phone greets me when I walk in. I love the sincerity in their voices. I love that there is absolutely no resentment toward anyone who works less than full time hours. I love being part of their lottery pool and the birthday list and all the things that make it feel like a real team, not just a group of people who happen to work together.
2. I love going to a place that appreciates my abilities instead of constantly making me feel guilty for my disabilties. Once we get the mountain house settled, I know there is going to be a huge pull to be there all the time but I love working here so much, I imagine that I will stay there as long as they'll have me and as long as I'm able. It's like... when you struggle for so long to fit somewhere you don't fit... and then all of a sudden you find your niche. It makes life soooo much easier! It doesn't feel like work at all!
3. Speaking of the mountain house, can you believe I still haven't seen it?
Monday, August 20, 2012
Reasons to Love Monday, Take Two!
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
Harlette Herleva of Falaise
I love stories of strong women. Not that I prefer men to be wimpy, or anything like that, it's just that women are supposed to be "the weaker sex" and... I mean, yeah, I may run the other way when I see a spider but I've given birth three times which I think is MUCH harder than killing a spider.
So today in my research I came across this lady.... Herleva of Falaise... the mother of William the Conquerer AND the mother of my 29th great-grandmother.
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The Bullock Family of Buena Vista, Georgia, part two
This is a typed "recollection" by my grandmother about her family. If you missed the first part of this story... click here to go back and read it....
There were the days we visited Juniper, Georgia. Aunt Mae and Uncle Will Posey lived there where Uncle Will had a casket factory. Later on, the casket factory burned and he worked for the post office.
Myra, George, Leon and Virginia are Aunt Mae and Uncle Will's children. Cynthia and Charles loved to go to Juniper (they are near the ages of these children). I only remember the big house and yard, the lake, the bridge over teh lake. Sis liked to mimic Aunt Mae calling the children home: "Lee-on, Geor-ge, My-ra, Shug". On the back porch were basins for us to wash up for dinner.
There were times we drove to Talbotton to visit "Miss" Pearl and her husband John. We would catch June bugs -- in some way we tied string to one of their legs. (Buddy Jordon, Virginia's future husband lived in Talbotton).
One time we were riding to Buena Vista in the old Whippet. A bee got in the window. Aunt Kate, Harry Bird and Edd Jr. were with us. The bee stung one of them. This temporarily presented a problem but relief finally arrived!
Aunt Relia and Uncle David moved to Atlanta in the 30's. (sidenote: the 1940 Census shows them living at 1290 S. Oxford Road in unincorporated Emory - Dekalb County, Georgia) Uncle David and a Mr. Fuller opened a fried pork skins business. This became a very profitable operation. Unfortunately, David Jr. lost his life in a plane crash at a young age. George joined the army. He was killed while on R&R - plane crashed into the side of a mountain somewhere in Italy. O.C. joined the Army during WWII. He became quite ill. Aunt Relia flew out to see about him. Barbara went off to Virginia Intermont College. (Barbara is about 5 years younger than I). Frank was still in school. (he is about five years younger than Barbara). After O.C.'s tour of duty he married Vivian Calloway. They have two daughters, Cordy and Karen.
Barbara married John Harris, a Georgia Tech graduate. They have one son, John III and two daughters, Susan and Kathi.
Frank, Aunt Relia and Uncle David's youngest son ws very active in the family business. He and his wife, Rita, have two daughter, Jan and Pam. Rita died some years ago. He is now married to his childhood sweetheart, Kitty.
Mother and Daddy's home was a gathering place for relatives before any of them moved to Atlanta. Daddy was a General Practician, practicing medicine at Crawford Long Hospital and had an established office located at the Flat Iron Building in downtown Atlanta.
Aunt Mae and Uncle Will moved to Atlanta in the 30s. Aunt Lillian and Uncle Oscar Garner lived in the Stone Mountain, Georgia, area where Uncle Oscar's family lived. (sidenote: the 1940 Census shows them living at 998 Cleburne Avenue, NE, Atlanta) They were "hard-shelled" Baptists, as they called them, whom used no organs or pianos- used a dulcimer-type instrument. They would have foot washings and there would be "dinner out on the ground" after preaching. I had the pleasure of taking Uncle Oscar and Aunt Lillian so experienced what the early Christians did as Jesus washed their feet.
Uncle Oscar was a World War I survivor. Aunt Lillian and Uncle Oscar have two sons, Charles, about Sister Jane's age and Robert, about Sister Bette's age. Uncle Oscar and Aunt Lillian eventually settled in East Atlanta on Portland Avenue. Uncle Oscar worked with his sister Rena's husband who had a large lumber yard, Williams Brothers. Nunnie (Aunt Lillian) enjoyed keeping a clean house - - I can visualize the curtain stretchers out on the driveway -- shortly there would be a beautifully starched organdy-type curtains. Nunnie also liked to cook... her chocolate pudding was so creamy and rich!
Charles Garner, Aunt Lillian and Uncle Oscar's son, was killed in a plane crash when he and his wife, Betty's only son Charles Patrick Garner was only five months old. Charles was to participate in President Truman's inauguration - had been a top-notch pilot during World War II. It was a very sad time for all of us. The Lord, however, sustains us in our trials of life. Somehow He gives us strength - thought love and comfort of family, friends.. and Behold, we can now face the future with hope. Betty and Pat lived several years with Nunnie and Unk. They were devoted to them, attempting to fill the void left by the absence of Charles. Some years later Betty met Culver Shore, son of a Methodist Minister. They were married about twenty five years. He was devoted to Betty and Pat - and helped Pat develop into a fine young man. (Betty and I shared many hours as friends and I enjoyed being in their home while they lived in the Orlando area.)
Robert, Nunnie and Unk's youngest son, married Grace early in life. They have 2 children, Robert Jr. and Carole Ann. They live in Birmingham, Alabama.
Aunt Kate, Mother's youngest sister, lived with Uncle Edd Hendrix, her husband, in the Grant Park Area. Uncle Edd had a Barber Shop (also "dabbled" in Real Estate, etc) --very successful business man. He and Aunt Kate have two sons, Edd Jr, little younger than Sister Jane and Harry Bird, about seven years younger than I.
Aunt Kate would ride the streetcar over to our home (while Uncle Edd was at work). She was a beautiful person, wore a short barbed hairstyle, had a natural waves in her hair. Aunt Kate was small in statue and a bit stout. She loved to cook, especially sweets, making the best chocolate fudge. Harry and Edd Jr. always looked like they "stepped out of a band box", their clothes so clean and pressed... we didn't get to enjoy her friendship long. She died of breast cancer at age 39.
Edd Hendrix, Jr. served in WWII. I can remember his homecoming and how Bette, Mary Rogers, Edd, myself and others went horseback riding. At that time there was a popular song out, "It Could Be Spring". Edd married Elaine; they have two children, Cathy and Eddie.
Harry Bird Hendrix married young. He and Flora have 3 children, - Debra, Doug and Beth. (Harry may have been in the Navy during WWII days - I'm not sure).
Uncle Edd remarried one of Aunt Kate's friends. She was a wonderful companion to Uncle Edd and loved the children and grandchildren. Uncle Edd was always attentive to Mother and her sisters and interested in Uncle David's welfare. He was especially kind to me while I was experiencing a divorce and trying times -- he came to the house on Alder Court one day with a big bag of oranges!
Aunt Mae loved to eat, as most of we Bullocks do. When she prepared a meal it was a delicious spread, with all those homemade preserves and relishes. We learned many lessons in family life from Aunt Mae after she came to live with us. Mother was working, Daddy deceased. She saw that meals were prepared and chores done. Aunt Mae wanted the children to display good manners, especially at the dinner table. I remember our planting corn; she would drop the seeds in the ground, we would cover. We had fun working together.
Uncle David, Mother's only living brother, was a successful businessman. How we admired Uncle David -- he surely watched over his sisters, being sure all was well with them. He loved to smoke "Bull Durham" tobacco, rolling his own cigarettes. After he and Aunt Relia moved to Atlanta we saw them more. Bette, Barbara and I spent many happy times together, playing and going places with one another in the Little Five Points vicinity. Them they moved to a large home on South Oxford Road. Later on Uncle David bought an old mansion on Ponce De Leon Avenue, but, that must not have seemed like home -- they liked South Oxford the best, near Emory University.
Aunt Relia (Aurelia Highnote) Bullock, Uncle David's wife, has always been a remarkable person, standing tall in times of adversity. She not only stood the sorrow of losing two sons, she helped family members shoulder hard times. She was so good to our Mother, taking her to Sunday School and church and to the United Methodist Women's meetings. She visited in our home and was a great comfort to Mother after all of us had gone our separate ways. After Uncle David and Mother died, she and I shared many phone conversations. She was House Mother at one of the Fraternity Houses at Georgia Tech. I shared in some of the activities where she served as Chaperone.
Kate Green Hall, Mother's cousin, moved to our home on Oakdale shortly after her husband, W. H. Hall had died. Cousin Kate was a business woman in Columbus, having her own millinery shop. How she met Mr. Hall, I do not know. What I do know is that she was a might brave woman to have married a man with seven children. (She must have been in her forties when wed). She and Mr. Hall ran a boarding house on Piedmont Avenue, beautiful old home with a large front porch. We would visit them on Sunday afternoon. Usually she served us homemade ice cream. (I can see her, right now, sitting in the corner of the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table as she corcheted... talking to us as she did.) She made delicious fruit cake, darling little caps and booties for babies and lovely pieces of crocheted lace, which would be inset into linen tablecloths. She was a pillar of St. Mark's Methodist Church. One time she said to me, "Don't you think I have a good figure for a woman my age" as she died a modeling act. We'll always remember Cousin Kate, tiny and somewhat stout, wearing her hair with a knot on top of her head...
(sidenote: Kate Hall's address in the 1940 Census was Piedmont Ave, Atlanta, Georgia).
Kathryn Holmes, mother's cousin... closely associated to Cousin Kate Hall, spent time at our house, visiting as a young woman, then living several months with us after suffering a stroke. When I was working in Arlington, Virginia as a Government Employee, Pentagon Building, she showed me the Washington D.C. attractions. She was employed by the Navy Department and boarded in a lovely old home in a well-to-do neighborhood in Washington.
I believe her grandmother and our grandmother were sister-in-laws. When Kathryn died Emily Posey gave me a lot of her memoirs. Many family pictures were among these but no names on them; yet, some of them favor our relatives. A favorite writing you may remember, written by William Shakespeare was penned in an old autograph book, belonging to her mother, Mary:
"To thine own self be true, an it will follow as the night, the day. Thou canst not be false to any man."
"To be true to oneself and to all men is to be true to God. This is your desire, and by His grace will aid you in all the trials and realities of life, bringing you to a triumphant end and an abundant entrance into the everlasting home of the soul".
This was penned December 26, 1887.
The Depression affected so many people... our Father, for one. He had invested in Real Estate. Then he was involved in an automobile accident and left in poor health. He gave up office in the Flat Iron Building, renting a smaller place on Linden Avenue. After making a trip to Florida, hoping to improve his health, he came home, developed a cerebra hemorrhage, dying July 30, 1939. Our father made a name for himself in his "heyday"; he was one of the discovers of an ailment, called pellagra) He had a big practice and probably would have died wealthier than he was had he not had heart and not charged those who could not afford to pay... or if he had pressed hard to collect from those who could...
To be continued....
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Really, Really Thankful this Thursday!
Yabba dabba dooo! Today's my Friday!
I work from 11:30 to 4:30.
It's payday and I already have my direct deposit in my account.
First paycheck since March 16th!
Can you imagine surviving for five months without any income?
From paycheck to paycheck... five months...
and when my paycheck came in there was $7.32 in my account, ten dollars in cash in my wallet.
But last night for dinner we had salmon, roasted chickpeas and mushroom "fries".
I didn't starve.
Isn't it amazing how God provided for me and Austin and Stubby and Trouble through all of that?
We never missed a meal, that's for sure!
Family members who generously provided for us...
Parents who were willing to let me crash their empty nest...
Even with two rotten cats...
Austin having a place to live, not the place where I would have chosen but so far, it's ok.
Austin is still working and loves getting paychecks.
I can feel the pride he feels in himself. That feeling is addictive.
I feel it myself today.
We made it.
I found a job that is exactly what I needed...
flexible hours, and employer who sees a person's abilities, beyond their disabilities...
Every day there I feel more blessed.
Every day HERE I feel more blessed.
And this season of life that had loomed dark and scary...
Involves so many wonderful surprises...
Time with Cody and Marquee and Sammy dog...
An Oscar dog who climbs in bed with me when Mawmaw leaves in the morning...
A Lily dog who waits patiently for the opportunity to lick my plate after every meal...
Old Rosie cat who can barely see but likes to eat treats out of my hand...
And Lady and Stubby and Trouble and Tommy and Eddie, the "Ginger Cat" and the fish and the Gram-sters...
Mom and Pop... finally being an "only child"... finally being finished raising children...
Finally, after 36 years in the same house, my parents are buying a new house today...
Going from one little house with about 1100 square feet where they raised five kids and a couple grandkids...
And an ex-girlfriend, an ex-boyfriend, a few stray people and a lot of stray animals...
To having that little house PLUS a huge (to us) Mountain House with another 2600 square feet...
Without a mortgage. God is that good!
Is there still pain? Yes, every day.
Uncle John is very sick in a hospital in Texas and we worry for him.
Grandma is settling in to her new season of life in Assisted Living.
Mom's longtime friend Becky's husband is in the hospital awaiting heart surgery.
We still miss Gramps
and know that when we celebrate Sarabeth's tenth birthday in October that we will feel his absence terribly.
We have hearts that are fragmented and bruised.
There are loved ones, living and dead, that we wish were here with us...
We carry along with us the scars that accumulate through life.
But we also carry along great hope for a future that seems brighter every day.
Hope that comes from fruit that comes from what seems like a barren tree...
Seeing, once again that joy DOES come in the morning...
and that although we may not have everything we wish for, we certainly have everything we need.
I'm thankful this Thursday and I hope you are too!
Love and hugs!
(and ps, we still need help moving on August 24th- 25th)
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
REAL New Yorkers!
I have always been fascinated with New York City. Not the tourist perspective, but the perspective of people who live there... and go to the restaurants... and go to the theatre and the museums... and don't rely on their own vehicles for transportation. The way that city functions just amazes me.
I'm even more fascinated with the history of New York City... building the subway system, the Tenement Museum, Ellis Island (which I didn't get to visit but still would like to)... I love seeing old photos of NYC and knowing where the original boundaries of Manhattan were.
The deeper I dig into my family genealogy, the more branches I find that go through New York. There's a measure of sorrow and sadness for me when I come across my Southern ancestors that participated in the abomination of slavery. I was of the perspective that my Northern ancestors were lily white and pure as the driven snow as far as guilt of crimes against humanity. That may not be accurate. It seems that there were many, many accounts of crimes against the native Americans, driving them out, taking their land from them. And one, particularly haunting account that my 11th great-grandfather took part in.
The article below is incredibly interesting to me and for those of you who are interested in History or love New York, you will appreciate this view back to the past. Also, in Beacon, NY there is a historic site that has preserved the family home site. I would love to go there. If you're near there and have been, I'd love to hear your insights. http://www.mountgulian.org/verplanck.html
This article is copied from ancestry.com - I believe it is copied from some other source but I have been unable to find it and therefore can't credit it. I've added links for additional information where possible. There is SO much information out there, I tried to condense this article but I didn't want to leave anything out. If you're reading just to see the New York landmark/locations, I've tried to make them into links.
In 1626 a peaceable Indian from Westchester, accompanied by his son, a young boy, started for the Dutch fort to barter some beaver-skins, and was met upon his way, in the vicinity of "the Collect," by three of the inhabitants, who robbed him of his peltries, and, to conceal what they had done, murdered him. The boy, however, escaped, to remember the deed and to avenge it in the manner of his race. When he had arrived at the age of manhood, fifteen years afterward, he went to New Amsterdam, and, entering the house of an humble mechanic, struck him dead with the blow of an axe. This open and daring act, perpetrated under the very walls of the fort, filled the whole settlement with consternation and alarm. The governor demanded the murderer, but his tribe, approving of what he had done, refused to give him up, upon which the heads of families in Manhattan and its vicinity were summoned to the fort, and, upon the governor apprising them of his design to make a general war upon the Indians, they selected twelve of their number as a representative body to confer with him. The " Twelve Men " decided against the war, evasively advising the governor to wait for a fitting opportunity; and, having in this way been called into existence as representatives, they proceeded to recommend a remodelling of the government, so as to secure to the inhabitants the rights and privileges they had enjoyed in Holland, which resulted in an ordinance of Governor Kief dissolving that body and forbidding any future assemblage of the people, as " dangerous and tending to the great injury of the country and of his authority." Very soon afterward Abraham Verplanck was arrested " for slandering the authorities and maliciously tearing down an ordinance posted on the gate of the fort," possibly the one dissolving the popular body, for which he was fined three hundred guilders. The imposition of this fine, a very heavy one at the time, appears to have wrought a thorough change in his sentiments j for in the following year, with two others who had served with him in the Council of the Twelve Men, he went to Kief, and, falsely professing to represent the wishes of the inhabitants, proposed that an attack should be made upon the unsuspecting savages, he and his two associates offering to guide the soldiers and to assist them in making it. The proposition was eagerly accepted, and led to the perpetration of the darkest deed that stains the annals of New Netherland. One hundred and twenty Indians at Pavonia and Corlear's Hook were massacred in cold blood in their wigwams at midnight. Forty were murdered in their beds. Infants, torn from their mothers' breasts, were chopped into pieces with axes, and the fragments thrown into the fire. Neither age nor sex was spared; and the cries of the unhappy wretches, borne across the waters of the Hudson, were heard on the ramparts of the fort at New Amsterdam, by the navigator De Vries, who has recorded the incident.
In 1655 his name appears upon the list of those upon whom a compulsory tax was imposed for the defences of the city, and it may be mentioned as a characteristic, that it does not appear upon the list of those who had previously made voluntary loans for the building of the wall from which Wall Street takes its name. Ten years afterward he appears as a witness to a treaty which Stuyvesanteffected with the Indians for the acquisition of lands upon the South River, in Delaware, of which he became one of the grantees. He appears by the records to have been no respecter of the ordinances, where the disregard of them was attended by any advantage in trading, and to have been very litigious, involved in lawsuits with his mother-inlaw and his wife's relations respecting the lands surrounding " the Collect," and with others. In 1664 he was one of the signers of the remonstrance urging the inexorable Stuyvesant to capitulate to the English; and we can imagine the temper with which the indignant governor read the passage advising him not " to call down the vengeance of Heaven for all the innocent blood which may be shed by reason of your honor's obstinacy." Upon the capitulation of the city,Abraham Verplanck was one of the two hundred and seventy-two who swore allegiance to the English, and with that act his name disappears from our records.
Gulian - my 11x great-uncle
A few years afterward he united with others in a purchase from the Indians of a large tract of land upon the Hudson, which was followed shortly thereafter by the location of Fishkill, of which he was one of the founders— the first settlement made in Dutchess County. It was by this act chiefly that he laid the foundation of the future wealth and social influence of the family; his descendants having managed, amid the mutations, revolutions, and changes, that have occurred in our history, to retain, to a very great extent, what he had the forethought to acquire. A family homestead, built about the commencement of the last century, was Mr. Verplanck's country residence, which, together with the lands around it, has passed, by his death, to his only surviving son, William S. Verplanck, Esq., the father of a numerous family.
Jim Gant is my daddy.
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