tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16589560849140508622024-03-13T19:23:35.145-04:00Orlandel CreationsOrlandel was created by my mother from the initials of her parents - ORL and EL. Now, I use it to honor them for my roots and to keep their memory alive. They are my inspiration. My grandfather, who never knew the word "Can't" and set out to prove he could, and my grandmother, who always believed in him. Together they created a better world than the one they started with. They taught us to worship God and thank Him for each and every blessing and always give more than you take.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-83495710549695193672014-04-13T19:38:00.001-04:002014-04-13T19:42:56.207-04:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #15 -Eleanor Thomas<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Amy Johnson Crow, of <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The Premise: Write once a week about a specific ancestor. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-week-10.html" target="_blank">Eleanor</a> had<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-catherine.html" target="_blank"> Catherine</a>; Catherine had <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-sophie.html" target="_blank">Sophie</a>; Sophie had <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-13-emma-arnold.html" target="_blank">Emma</a>; Emma had Gertrude; <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/04/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-gertrude.html" target="_blank">Gertrude</a> had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second Eleanor in our family was my grandmother and you can read about her <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/02/52-ancestors-1-eleanor-thomas.html" target="_blank">here</a>. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here are is more to her story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-week-10.html" target="_blank">Eleanor</a> had<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-catherine.html" target="_blank"> Catherine</a>; Catherine had <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-sophie.html" target="_blank">Sophie</a>; Sophie had <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-13-emma-arnold.html" target="_blank">Emma</a>; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gertrude Batterton was my "Nanny" (great-grandmother) and I can remember sitting in her lap, her 'powdery' scent, and her beautiful white hair. I can also remember sleeping in her dresser drawer (pulled out and placed in the middle of the floor) the night my little brother was was rushed to the hospital. I was only excited about spending the night with Nanny that I didn't really understand what all the fuss was about. Nanny was all softness - her voice was soft, her skin was soft, and her lap was the best place to be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She was born in August 1878 and married Clarence Thomas May 21, 1899. She had her daughter, Eleanor, in 1902. In 1909 Clarence died from TB and she moved back home with her daughter. She was terrified of losing her daughter and made my grandmother sleep with her window open so she wouldn't get TB. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the death of her mother in 1937 Gertrude moved in with her daughter and son-in-law and remained with them until her death in 1962.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nanny had an aquarium and let her granddaughter put tadpoles in it. They loved watching the tadpoles swim around - until one morning there weren't any in the aquarium. My grandmother caught frogs for hours. But that didn't stop her, the next spring they got more tadpoles. Unfortunately, even with the addition of a top on the aquarium, the results were the same. That was the end of the tadpole watching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-66390151386618986462014-03-30T18:31:00.000-04:002014-04-06T23:41:09.883-04:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #13 Emma Arnold<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Amy Johnson Crow, of <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/" target="_blank">No Story Too Small</a>, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The Premise: Write once a week about a specific ancestor. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-week-10.html" target="_blank">Eleanor</a> had<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-catherine.html" target="_blank"> Catherine</a>; Catherine had <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-sophie.html" target="_blank">Sophie</a>; Sophie had Emma; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Emma Arnold was born in Henry County on June 20, 1855. Her parents, Sophie and Johsua Arnold were farming just outside of Eminence, so Emma grew up on the farm with two sisters and five brothers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-week-10.html" target="_blank">Eleanor</a> had<a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-11-catherine.html" target="_blank"> Catherine</a>; Catherine had Sophie; Sophie had Emma; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sophie's story starts in Georgetown, Kentucky, where she was born to Catherine and Nathaniel Barbee on Christmas Day in 1825. She grew up on a farm in Scott County with her parents, 7 brothers, and 1 sister. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sophie was the mother of 5 sons and 2 daughters. Sophie and her oldest daughter, Emma, pieced a crazy quilt that included pieces of Sophie's mother's (Catherine) wedding dress. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sophie died in Henry County on October 25, 1896. She is buried in the Eminence Cemetery in Henry County.</span>Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-14221091025680053162014-03-17T21:36:00.000-04:002014-03-17T21:36:36.830-04:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #11 Catherine Bradford Barbee<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amy Johnson Crow of<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/"> No Story Too Small</a></i><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26.666667938232422px;"> Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. It could be a story, a biography, a photograph, a research problem — any that focuses on that one ancestor.</i><i style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26.666667938232422px;"> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie, Sophie had Emma, Emma had Gertrude, Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor, and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching. Eleanor's story is <a href="http://orlandelcreations.blogspot.com/2014/03/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks-week-10.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eleanor's daughter, Catherine Bradford, was born in Scott County, Kentucky June 27, 1798. She married a cousin of her mothers, Nathaniel Barbee on November 26, 1816. They had nine children most of whom stayed close by after they married, although two moved to Missouri. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Catherine and Nathaniel farmed in Scott County and Nathaniel also served in the Kentucky Legislature. Catherine died in Bourbon County (probably at her son's home) on December 22, 1837.</span>Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-78744208526836798852014-03-15T07:00:00.000-04:002014-04-06T23:40:40.390-04:00The Man I LoveMy husband and I have an anniversary of sorts coming up in the next few days. An anniversary of when we first met - 25 years ago. "We" are now older than he was when we got married. <br />
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Sometimes I wonder where the man I met back then went. Not that I don't love the one I'm married to now, but the one I first met and fell in love with was such a different man. First of all he was 19 - I was 30 - and he was a rebel of many causes. He came with a heavy metal presence - long hair, torn jeans, leather jacket. To him the outdoors was a place between the house and the car. He didn't have a job - and his mother told me he would never work. He didn't have a car and the extent of his knowledge of car maintenance was putting gas in the tank. He had dropped out of high school and didn't have any cares. But most of all he was cool. Fonzie could have taken cool lessons from him. Nothing ruffled that cool. He was the leader of the pack. The James Dean of the 1990's.<br />
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He took some classes and earned his GED. He got a job. He cut his hair - a little. He stole my heart. We got married, bought a house, and had a baby. He has changed jobs often and every job was a career change. He has worked two and three jobs at a time, but he's always had a job. He is a craftsman of many trades - HVAC, construction, finish carpentry, roofing, sheet metal, electrical - but he always longed for more.<br />
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Years have passed. His hair is not long anymore - but it's longer than most. His favorite dress is camo, but he also wears khaki's and a dress shirt. The heavy metal has softened to rock and roll, with some country rolled in. He has graduated from college with a Bachelors in Social Work and he's planning to go back for a masters. He still does all his old trades on the side too. He has kept our vehicles running for the past 25 years - changed motors and transmissions, as well as the more common fuel pumps, water pumps, etc. He lives to hunt and spend time in the outdoors. He loves to camp and spent his university years studying in a hunting blind (where the deer were very safe, because there was more studying than hunting going on).<br />
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But there have been other changes too. He is active in church and doesn't hesitate to tell people who are having hard times that they need to go to church in order to turn their lives around. He became a father to his step-daughter; he taught her to drive a mere eight years after he learned himself, he screened her dates, he was there for her high school and college graduations. He walked her down the aisle. He was there for her when her babies were born, very much the proud grandpa. He has raised a son from the toddler who never stopped moving, to the teenager who wouldn't get off the couch, to a young man who has also graduated from college and is starting his own life, but is still happy to hang out with dad. He is a wonderful grandfather. "Pappaw" can do anything and his 5- and 9-year-old princesses are even willing to go hunting with him. <br />
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He is the light of my life. He supports my dreams and he works hard to make a better life for us. He puts with all the crazy that surrounds us. He is more than the man I thought he would be way back then. He is still cool, but it's an older, wiser cool. James Bond cool.<br />
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Yes, he is totally a different man today. But all that means is that I love him even more.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-67583089411787439192014-03-10T16:12:00.000-04:002014-03-24T00:15:55.410-04:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week #10 - Eleanor Smith Barbee<i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amy Johnson Crow of<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/"> No Story Too Small</a></i><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26.666667938232422px;">, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. It could be a story, a biography, a photograph, a research problem — any that focuses on that one ancestor.</i><i style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26.666667938232422px;"> </i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even before I knew what Genealogy was, before I knew anything about family history, my grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie, Sophie had Emma, Emma had Gertrude, Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor, and Eleanor had you!" Even today I have to stop and think about last names, but I remember the first names. These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She married Fielding Bradford on February 1, 1791. Fielding and his brother, John, were partners in the <i>Kentucky Gazette</i> in Lexington, KY and Fielding moved his family to nearby Scott County on a land grant given to his father for his Revolutionary War service. Eleanor and Fielding built a log cabin and raised four sons and three daughters. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eleanor did most of the work herself - Fielding was away from home a lot. He was a judge and served many terms on the Kentucky Legislature.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Eleanor's died August 14, 1835, but her legacy was just beginning. </span><br />
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Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-6529362698646601752014-03-04T13:58:00.000-05:002014-03-07T21:34:50.001-05:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - #9 - J. R. Lancaster<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Amy Johnson Crow of<a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/"> No Story Too Small</a></i><i style="line-height: 26.666667938232422px;"> Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. It could be a story, a biography, a photograph, a research problem — any that focuses on that one ancestor.</i><i style="color: #444444; line-height: 26.666667938232422px;"> </i></span><br />
<i style="color: #444444; font-family: Oxygen, sans-serif; line-height: 26.666667938232422px;"><br /></i><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Piw8gH-cg/UxYY-YCJMdI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tdmR6uH-51k/s1600/OREleanorMaryJudgeLancaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Piw8gH-cg/UxYY-YCJMdI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tdmR6uH-51k/s1600/OREleanorMaryJudgeLancaster.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is a rare family photograph of "Judge" Joseph R. Lancaster (right), his son, O.R. Lancaster, daughter-in-law, Eleanor Thomas Lancaster, and his third wife, Mary Shropshire Lancaster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joseph was born in Josephine, Scott County, Kentucky, in June 1876. He died on April 10, 1962 in Georgetown, Scott County, Kentucky. He is buried in the Georgetown Cemetery between his first and third wives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joseph Lancaster was a teacher, school superintendent, newspaper owner, County Judge Executive, and farmer. O. R. was his only child that lived beyond infancy and was by his first wife, Mary Lizzie Redding, who died in 1910. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The photo was taken about 1950 on the farm owned by O. R.. Lancaster. It was taken by Joseph's only granddaughter, Eleanor Lancaster.</span>Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-33992654581554726222014-02-24T23:09:00.002-05:002014-02-24T23:09:46.651-05:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks #8 - John W Howard<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> John Howard was born in Holden, Missouri
on December 13, 1891 to Mattie Thornton and Albert S. Howard. When he was ten his family moved back to
Clover Bottom in Woodford County Kentucky.
In 1914 John’s father was accidentally shot and died from an infection
in the wound. After his death, John was
in charge running the farm where they lived.
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> In 1915, John’s mother noticed his
interest in a neighbor’s daughter and told him he might as well marry her. John agreed and on November 10, 1915 he
married Lena Phillips in Versailles.
They then took the train to Frankfort for a few days’ honeymoon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> After returning they moved in with
John’s mother for a few years. Before
the second child was born, John moved Lena into the house next door to his
mother, but still on the same farm. They
lived there until about 1929, when they moved to down the road to a tenant
house owned by a neighbor. Another
neighbor, noting the move, told John he should buy his own farm, but John
disagreed. So the neighbor went to Lena
and told her he would finance the purchase if John would buy a farm from
him. Lena told John that night they were
moving and he would be paying the mortgage. The bungalow house they bought was
the house they lived the rest of their lives in and where they reared all nine
of their children. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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John still farmed for his mother and
his six boys did the work on both </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">farms. They raised hemp, hay, and
other farm feed crops. He also was known
as a good breeeder/trainer for Tennessee Walking horses, gaited mules, and
hunting dogs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> As the
grandchildren came along, John mellowed and was known to always have candy
tucked inside his dresser drawer…if he was asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">John was a very stubborn man who
refused to admit he was getting older. When
he was about 85, he was hit by a large truck as he stepped off of a curb. The truck was turning a corner and did not
see him. He was knocked down and
permanent damage was done to his knees. Due
to his age doctors gave him pain meds, but no treatment. After a 3-year old granddaughter pointed out
that she walked better than he did, John went looking for a Dr. that would
treat the problem. At age 87 he had both knees replaced and had no problems
walking the rest of his life. When he complained about the pain after the
surgery his wife told him that he had paid a lot of money for those knees and
he shouldn’t be complaining. After that
success he went looking for an eye doctor that would remove the cataracts that
his previous eye doctor told him were not worth the risk of removing. He found one and was able to see without
glasses until he died. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When he was about 90 his son brought
a thoroughbred mare and colt home. John
decided that he should help train the horse.
Although he promised his wife he would stay away from the barn, the
first time she went to town and left him alone, he slipped down to the barn. . When
Lena came home she asked why he had changed his clothes, but he refused to
answer her. After investigating, she
finally found his other shirt in the trash, torn and with blood on the
collar. He had gotten in the stall with
the colt and the mother had defended her baby, getting him down against the
stall wall. Luckily, when he went down the mare decided he wasn’t a threat and
allowed him to crawl out of the stall. Later
he admitted that it took him the better part of an hour to get from the barn to
the house. John ended with stitches in
his neck and shoulder and a vast array of bruises.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As John got older, his driving became more and more
alarming.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When his truck got a flat tire </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">his sons decided that this was a blessing in disguise and
kept putting off the repair, thinking this would keep him from driving.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Except John had other ideas.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">So, when he decided that it was time for him
to fix the tire he went out to fix it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As he pulled the tire off, the jack slipped and the truck fell, breaking
John's leg.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When Lena was unable to live at home any longer, John would
move to the nursing home with her in the winter months, but would go back to
the farm for the summer.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">John passed
away just one day before the second anniversary of Lena's death.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A few days before his death, John went to his
lawyer to adjust some things in his will and went back to the nursing
home.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was like he knew it was time
or, more likely, he decided it was time and he just died.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">John always said that he would live to be
100, but he was a few months short.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">John was very much against anyone gathering family
history.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He was adamant that they
shouldn't be poking around and would be sorry.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">No one knows what he was trying to hide, but I sure am looking!</span></div>
Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-71924433683147723532014-02-12T20:49:00.001-05:002014-02-13T22:25:23.819-05:0052 Ancestors - #7 - Mattie ThorntonMattie Thornton was the fifth of nine daughters born to Reuben Thornton and Sarah McDonald. She was born in 1865 in the Clover Bottom area of Woodford County, Kentucky. In 1890 she married Albert S. Howard, and after much nagging on her part, they moved to Holden, Missouri where Albert had relatives. Almost as soon as they got there she decided that she missed her family and Kentucky and that they should return. Albert held out until about 1901. <br />
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Meanwhile, their son John was born (1891); then twins in 1893 (Rena and Marian). Albert gave in and agreed to return to Kentucky. They arrived at the train station in Lexington, but no one was there to meet them. Mattie, furious at the lack of welcoming, demanded that they return to Missouri. Albert refused saying that he couldn't take anymore of her wishing to come home. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From "Ruins Are Relics of Early Times" – Woodford Sun, April 25, 1946<br />
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After returning to Clover Bottom they had their third son in 1905. They also inherited the stone house that was one of the first two permanent dwellings built in Woodford County. It had been built by Elijah Froman, Sr. about 1781 and had been sold to the Watkins family and then the Hamilton family, from which Mattie was a descendant. <br />
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Albert was killed in 1914 by an accidental shooting.<br />
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In 1921 the stone house was destroyed by fire. The fire also consumed all the family furnishing, family Bible, and portraits of William and Mary Hamilton. After the fire, Mattie moved to the small community of Nonesuch, Kentucky. Years later, her grandson, Joe Howard, would come by during his school lunch break and eat with her. One day, he decided to go with his friends instead. Mattie stood on her porch watching for him. As he made his way back to the school building, she spotted him and shouted down the street, "You hussies stay away from him! He's a good boy!" Needless to say, Joe never missed another lunch.<br />
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Mattie passed away in December 1954 and is buried in the Versailles Cemetery in Versailles, Kentucky.<br />
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<br />Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-29113348462407314442014-02-12T19:28:00.000-05:002014-02-12T23:44:38.927-05:0052 Ancesters - #6 - Jimmi Lena PhillipsMy paternal grandmother was named after her father, James Phillips. She used Lena most of her life and the name Jimmi caused one census taker to mark the wrong sex. Lena's father died when she was very young and her mother remarried when Lena was 3. Lena grew up in Woodford County and married John Wallace Howard, of Clover Bottom. They lived on a farm all of their married life. Lena had 10 children - 8 boys and two girls. One of her sons died when he was four months and another died at Pearl Harbor when he was 20. She also buried another son when he was 68. Lena was an avid learner and read everything she could, at one point even reading some old law books that she found. <br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XllOmR0ArzU/UvwRbdrjNeI/AAAAAAAAB08/TpYYYK3JBdw/s1600/JimmiLenaPhillipsHoward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XllOmR0ArzU/UvwRbdrjNeI/AAAAAAAAB08/TpYYYK3JBdw/s1600/JimmiLenaPhillipsHoward.jpg" height="225" width="320" /></a>Lena's early married life was working hard to help her husband on the farm and then raising her children. She kept chickens and cooked huge meals for the family and neighbors who always seemed to drop by at meal time. She also found time to grow flowers - her peonies were some of the most beautiful I have ever seen. My earliest memories of Grandma was the peacocks in her yard. Although I was terrified if they got too close I thought they were the most beautiful birds. She always had a vase of discarded feathers that I tried to talk her out of on each visit. <br />
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Lena had all of her children at home and never entered a hospital until she was in her 80's. She and John were married 73 years when she died at age 95.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-49454466020855748242014-02-04T19:49:00.000-05:002014-02-04T19:50:30.717-05:0052 Ancestors - #5-Eleanor ThomasMy maternal grandmother was the only child born to Gertrude and Clarence Thomas. She was born in Henry County, Kentucky in the small town of Eminence in 2 September 1902. Her father died from TB when she was 8 years old. On the 1900 census he listed his occupation as Artist, so needless to say there wasn't much money in their home. "Mammau" and her mother, my "Nanny," went to live with Nanny's parents and stayed there until my Mammau moved to aunt's in Georgetown to attend Georgetown College. There she met a young man, that eventually talked her into moving to Georgetown permanently as his wife. They started married life with 50 cents and a bicycle. She had three children, but only my mother lived.<br />
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She was a true flapper of the 1920's. After her wedding her new mother-in-law told her she was a married woman now and she should wear her dresses longer. She never had a bad thing to say about anybody, she loved to have fun and laugh, but she was always the first to laugh at herself. Her favorite story about herself was the morning she was running late for church and was rushing around fixing her hair and makeup. After she got to church she noticed that someone sitting near her was wearing lemon perfume, but couldn't figure out who it was. The scent seemed to follow her after church as we went to eat dinner at a local restaurant. She didn't discover that it was her until she got home that afternoon and found the lemon Pledge furniture polish sitting on the bathroom sink instead of her hair spray.<br />
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Mammau never learned to drive, never balanced a checkbook, but whatever my grandfather wanted to do she supported him 100%. She never argued, but she always got her point across. When Granddaddy went to see his cousin for the afternoon and called her that night with the news that he was in New Orleans for the Mardi Gras and would be back the next day. Of course, he forgot that that was the one place she had always wanted to go. The next morning she walked downtown, bought new living room furniture and carpet. When he got home the bill was waiting for him. He paid it and they never spoke about it again. <br />
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When Granddaddy died I went to live with her to "watch over her." I had just gotten my driver's license and we would go out and cruise around town. When I ran over a curb and crunched the fender on her car, she told my mom my grandfather had done it years before. She helped me plan a trip to Alaska on a motorcycle - and was probably more disappointed than me that I never went. Along the way she told me stories. Stories of her mother, my grandfather - the love of her life, and my mother. She told me the history of her life - and her things. Most of her furniture once belong to some great-great....., she had a chest full of quilts that were made by her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and other ancestors. She had two huge portraits of a man and his wife hanging in her living room that turned out to be my 5th great-grandparents, who were the first of her family to come to Kentucky in 1790. She told me who owned what silver, who handed down which china and I loved every word. <br />
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Mammau had a massive stroke just weeks before I graduated from college and she died eighteen months later on 17 September, 1984, just fifteen days past her 83rd birthday. I wish I had written down more of what she told me, but she is the one who got me started on my family tree. I hope from her I have inherited a positive outlook on life and the ability to inspire my grandchildren to honor their family's place in history.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-49207595469677244682014-01-28T16:26:00.003-05:002014-01-28T16:49:22.802-05:0052 Ancestors in 52 weeks - Week 4 - Orem LancasterOrem Lancaster was born in the small farm community of Josephine in Scott County in April 1900. When he was little he had a goat that pulled a wagon. All of the neighborhood children wrote Santa a letter requesting "Orem's goat and wagon" for their Christmas. He was so afraid that Santa would take his goat that on Christmas Eve he slipped out to the barn and slept with the goat so Santa wouldn't take it. <br />
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Orem's mother died when he was 10 from TB and his father moved to town. Orem graduated from the Millersburg Military Academy and attended the University of Kentucky for a year. He met his wife, a student at Georgetown College while he was attending school and working as a janitor at the newspaper his father owned. When he got married he had fifty cents and a bicycle. His first business adventure was a partnership with a local judge in an oil and gas company. This company was bought out by a larger, national company and Orem took his talents to the ice business. He started selling ice for ice boxes and added milk and ice cream. His delivery wagon was pulled by a pony named Silver and the local children would buy ice cream to give to the pony. During this time he had his only child, a daughter, my mother. <br />
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In 1947, Orem decided to retire, so he bought a farm and started a dairy. In 1958 he sold his cows and retired again. But he was intrigued by the idea of building homes on a slab. He was told that he couldn't do that in Kentucky because the weather was too damp and the slabs would always leak. He set out to prove "them" wrong and built three slab houses, which we still own today. He then retired from the building business and got into real estate. He owed two laundromats and many residential properties. In 1963 he decided that there was a need for "city" water in the rural areas of Scott County, so he formed a water company and brought water to the northern and eastern parts of the county. After this company was purchased by a neighboring water company, he retired from this in 1973. <br />
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Retirement this time meant fishing and spending time with his three grandchildren, but in April 1974, his passed away. Orem spent his life with hard work and never taking "No" for an answer. He loved to tell stories and talk. He was always ready to help a neighbor or friend or even a stranger in need. He was a strong christian and made sure we went to church every Sunday as a family. I miss him every day and I try to be a better person because of his influence.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-5267246371823826492014-01-19T23:55:00.000-05:002014-01-20T00:13:27.604-05:0052 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 3 - Belzora CastleBelzora! Doesn't that make it's own statement! I just love the name, but my children are all very glad that I didn't find her in time to name any of them after her! Belzora comes through my husband's family - she is his great-grandmother. I don't have any photos of her, but I would to find one.<br />
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Belzora, one of nine children, was born to Eli and Martella (Castle) Castle on 15 May 1879. She had a twin sister Victoria, who died before 1900, along with their mother. Belzora lived her entire life in Johnson County, Kentucky and probably never left the county. Her father was a farmer. Education was not a big priority for this family - her parents, her husband and Belzora never learned to read or write. She married James Daniels sometime around 1904 (I'm still looking for a marriage certificate) and they started their married life as a farmer on a rented farm. They moved between 1910 and 1920 to their own farm, but on the 1920 census James listed his occupation as a miner, as were most of the men in Johnson County. James and Belzora had ten children between 1904 and 1920. Her father Eli, moved in with them in 1920 and was on hand to give information for her death certificate when she passed away on September 6, 1923 from TB.<br />
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<br />Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-34763534131325557122014-01-12T23:02:00.000-05:002014-01-20T00:15:23.555-05:0052 Ancestors - Week #2 - Elmo Howard<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Of all of my ancestors my uncle, Elmo, is the nearest and dearest to my heart. Elmo Urton Howard was born March 30, 1921 in Woodford County, Kentucky. He was the fourth of nine children in the farming family. <br />
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Elmo's father not only farmed his farm, but also the farm that his father had left to him, his two brothers and sister, and also the farm owned by his mother. Elmo and his six brothers worked hard to keep all three farms running and profitable. During the summer before his senior year of high school, Elmo was putting in hay when he suffered sun stroke. During his recuperation the doctor told him (and his father) that he was not to do anything that he did not feel like doing for the next year. This put him behind in school and he was not able to graduate from high school. He did return the next year and finished, but by this time he had decided to join the Navy. Although his parents were against it - his father wanted him on the farm and his mother wanted him to go to college - Elmo enlisted September 9, 1940, promising his mother that he would go to college after his enlistment was up. He was assigned to the USS Arizona. <br />
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Elmo was sent to Seattle, Washington for optic training. In September 1941 he completed his training, returning to Pearl Harbor and the USS Arizona. On December 7, 1941 the USS Arizona and most of her men were killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor. Elmo was originally listed as Missing in Action, but that was soon changed. His body was never identified. After the war a family member heard a Pearl Harbor survivor on the radio in Indiana saying that when the bombing started he was on deck with Elmo Howard, but there was a huge explosion and Elmo disappeared. <br />
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Elmo's mother wanted to go to Pearl Harbor to see the memorial, but was never able to take the trip. Two of his brothers have donated DNA to the Navy in the eventual possibility that there may be a time he can be identified.<br />
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<br />Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-9618721933273407782012-03-16T15:43:00.000-04:002012-10-03T11:44:27.269-04:00Five Things on FridayI totally stole this idea from <a href="http://jessisscatteredmind.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jessi's Scattered Mind</a>, which is a great blog!! You should be reading it. Right now. Then come back here. I promise to try to start blogging more!<br />
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5 things that means spring is here:<br />
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1. The chirping birds wake me up in the morning. I love that sound because I know that when I open my eyes there will be daylight and because I know that it will be warm. I just wish the birds knew when the weekend was!<br />
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2. The dead leaves from winter have totally filled up my little pond. I can look in the water and see each leaf just below the surface I know spring is here and it's time to clean. What a <strike>lovely</strike> job! I think this year I will try a fish net and just scoop them out by the net full.<br />
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3. It's too hot for the furnace and too cold for the AC. Too hot for sweaters; too cold for short sleeves. I have no clothes for this time of the year. I would go shopping, but I've missed this season yet again. All that is out is sun dresses and short sleeves. I think I need to shop in January - but then it's too cold to think about spring.<br />
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4. My flowers bloom. Now please understand that I only have like 7, but I do love those 7. It's not that I don't want more - I really, really do! It's not that I don't plant more - just ask my husband!. It's just that I am very, very lucky if 7 bloom. I don't know why, but it is what it is. Of course as soon as those 7 bloom, someone will come running in the house with the lovely bloom clinched in their little hands. "Look what I picked for you!" <br />
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5. I want to go home! I don't want to work. I don't want to shop. I don't want to go to church. I just want to go home and enjoy my lovely space. Oh, wait....that's after spring cleaning and then it will summer and too hot to do anything else......Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-14694910001751932692012-03-14T11:09:00.000-04:002012-03-14T11:09:41.813-04:00I got this from one of my favorite blogs - <a href="http://www.bethkobysnotallwhowanderarelost.com/2012/03/power-of-words-psst-pass-it-on.html">Not All Who Wander Are Lost</a>. Pass it on!<br />
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<br />Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-82561631091474962952011-07-21T16:50:00.000-04:002011-07-21T16:50:45.678-04:00ListeningMy husband and I have a great relationship. I vent and he lets me. I know he doesn't listen to everything I'm venting about, but he gets the highlights and offers sane solutions - most of the time. <br />
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Recently we have been participating in a marriage Bible study at church and while we don't love the one we are doing, it has its good points. Last night, while our pastor is on vacation, a church member filled in for him. Rather than follow the one we are in the middle of, he decided to do a "lesson" from another study, rather than try to follow something he wasn't as familiar with.<br />
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The study last night was really geared toward men and was about how to listen to your wife. One of the things we discussed was how women answer a question/approach a problem with 4 types of responses, beginning with emotional. It went on to say how men should learn to patiently listen through all 4 responses before deciding what their wife's response is. My husband was one of the men who thought they listened well - since he has so much practice with me venting.<br />
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As we left the church, he asked me how I thought this study compared to the other one we are doing. I replied, "Well, I think this is a good one too, but ....." at that point he pulled out his phone and started listening to his voice mail. I stopped talking for about 5 minutes before he realized I had stopped. He dropped the phone, looked and me and said, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" <br />
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<br />Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-68196733583999198302011-05-09T15:13:00.001-04:002014-01-20T00:25:26.133-05:00One Year Later<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">
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One year ago today we lost our friend, Diesel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The pain is easing, mostly being replaced with memories and tributes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a car show held in his honor last summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He would have grinned so big his face would still be hurting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end the boys lined up their diesel trucks and “smoked for Diesel.” There was a lot of snow this winter and we all thought about how much Diesel would have loved sliding around in all that frozen stuff. But most of all, we just missed him. We love you, Diesel! </div>
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Well, it's been a long 'battle' with an uncertain outcome, but we finally agreed on bathroom floor tile! Yeah!!!!</div>
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Jerry wanted small tiles and found this "weave" pattern. He loved it. <br />
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I wanted marble - in 16-inch squares.<br />
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His point was he wanted to create something interesting - a work of art - with the tiles and this could only be done with the smaller tiles. My point was that it is a fairly small bathroom, with not a lot of open floor space and the little tiles would be too "busy." He keeps telling me that I get one shot - he's not going to redo this house in 5 or 10 or 20 years, so I don't want anything that I can't change. Tile is not something that I am willing to tackle by myself. So my vision was a timeless, classic look of large tiles in a material/pattern that wouldn't get old - marble. I also want to be able to add rugs; something you can't do if the floor has a focal point (unless you add them around the focal point, which we can't do because the floor is too small).<br />
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We went to some home improvement stores and looked at what they had for sale even though we both knew we weren't going to find anything we liked, much less that we could agree on. We were right. And we apologize to the couple who were laying their tile pattern out on the floor while we argued over large vs. small. It was only after we were leaving that we noticed that you were using both of the tiles we were bashing. I'm sure they will look very nice in your house!<br />
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Finally we were able to find a time to go to a real tile store. We walked in and the first thing we saw was the little stuff. Glass mosaics, ceramic mosaics, tiny mosaics, and the dreaded basket-weave mosaic. The back of the store had the larger tiles for me, but it was a long walk. We came across this - which made me cry. <img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_br9eX_VnCwA/S_hJETeYQmI/AAAAAAAABPo/3iKYUpP9sic/s200/close+up+detail+marble+mosaie+rug+carpet+runner+carrara+basketweave+black+tile+border+bath+bathroom+master.jpg" height="150" width="200" /><br />
However, he did agree that this would be a little "busy" in our bathroom. (I told you so!)<br />
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Just as we were about to give up, we found this.<br />
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Yes, I know it's on the wall here, but ours will be on the floor. We both love the color, the pattern, it has both the small tile for him and the larger tile for me, and it also comes in other sizes that we plan to use on the shower walls. But most importantly we both agreed instantly. No arguing, no convincing, as soon as we saw it we knew that was the one. <br />
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It was a beautiful moment.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-1943263921887237412011-01-31T20:41:00.000-05:002011-01-31T20:41:37.316-05:00How to Remodel a House - Without Getting a Divorce - Part 1My husband was 20 when we got married. Our first house was a "fixer-upper" starter home. He didn't care what color the walls were - as long as they didn't have wallpaper on them, he didn't care if the kitchen cabinets matched or not, he didn't care if we had curtains or not. <br />
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</div><div>We are now remodeling another house. I had this house decorated/redone within 5 minutes of finding it. I have spent many years cutting out pictures, searching out products, and creating my lovely vision. Now I find out he cares. He.cares.a.lot. He cares about everything.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We are currently working on the bathroom (because with a working bathroom we can recruit more volunteers to help!). My dream is all white, very spa-like, with a walk-in shower, and a jetted tub. Yesterday my husband (or the person who is impersonating him) was looking through one of my decorating books and found "his" dream bathroom. Yes, white and spa-like. Good, we agree, right? Nope! He wants little octagonal floor tiles; I want big, oversized, stone-looking tiles. He wants tile on the walls, I don't. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Giving up on the tile, we start to talk about the layout (because until you can get the plumbing in, the tile doesn't matter). We both agree on the walk-in shower. He want's it to have a curved wall with 7' columns on the ends. With this design, we can have a room with a shower. Nothing else will fit. No problem, he's found me a claw foot, slipper tub that's small enough to fit. Jets? Nooo, it doesn't have jets, but you know most people who get jetted tubs never use them. I.will. I want a tub and a shower. No problem, he says, we'll move the door. (When I want to move a door, it's impossible.) However, this time, if we move this door it will affect the way the hall looks, since it will be moved to a corner where another, angled, wall is. No problem, we'll build a shelf over the door to create a larger angled wall - but just over the door. The door will still fit in the corner. While this is a good idea and would look really good in a contemporary house, ours is 1800's, slightly Victorian. After several <s>days</s> hours of 'discussion', we decide to move on to the living room ceiling. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I guess eventually we will have to get back to the bathroom, but by then I'm sure there will be tons of other issues in the remaining rooms that we are avoiding discussing too. </div><div><br />
</div><div>But we'll still be married.</div>Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-16996075644356690842011-01-28T15:35:00.000-05:002011-01-28T15:35:49.054-05:00How to Remodel a House - Without Getting a Divorce - PrefaceWe set out a few (6) years ago to remodel a house. It didn't progress too fast. We are still in the "getting started" phase.<br />
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</div><div>Our house is an old, two-room schoolhouse that was sold and converted into a private home in the 1940's - and hasn't been touched again, until now. It has a lot of charm, a tiny bit of modern conveniences - like electricity and plumbing - and it needs a lot of love. When we started, each room was filled with "stuff" - books, clothes, magazines, dishes, you name it. Each room also has one electrical outlet. Yes, one. We have replaced the electric service and cleaned out/cleaned up the house. </div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twZZnRLfd8U/TUJMXAPL6pI/AAAAAAAAAek/a61s1LXhQp8/s1600/Copy+of+Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twZZnRLfd8U/TUJMXAPL6pI/AAAAAAAAAek/a61s1LXhQp8/s320/Copy+of+Room.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Anyway, things seem to be (finally) moving forward - we now have a septic system!- and work is commencing. I hope. I have five years of decorating magazines, accumulated treasures, and plans so I'm ready. My dear husband, who has heard all of the ideas, but has no interest in the magazines, (and must never know where I have all my treasures stashed!!) now suddenly has ideas of his own. Granted, some of them are based in ideas I've shared, but some are just so outrageous they must be his alone. </div><div><br />
</div><div>We are both artist at heart, but we don't like the same styles. We will have disagreements on what to do, how to do it, what to keep, and what to change. But in the end we both want the same thing...to turn this old, empty house, into our beautiful home. Stay tuned.</div><div><br />
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However, since I don't cook often, when I do have to bring something to a potluck or family dinner, then I have to find something that is simple, fool-proof, and yet make everyone think I spent hours in the kitchen. An easy solution to that is my new, favorite websites...The Pioneer Woman and her Tasty Kitchen (<a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/">http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/</a>) site. <br />
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On the Pioneer Woman (<a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">http://thepioneerwoman.com/</a>) site, Ree blogs about life on the farm (really, big farm), photography, home, homeschooling and food. Her recipes have the best step by step directions and photos of each step, which makes it so easy to see if I can do this - and if I'm doing it right! Right now - Hurry!- she is giving away a wonder HP printer, so you can print the recipes and the step by steps. Just follow this link to see how to enter. <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/special-offers/2010/11/name-your-favorite-holiday-recipes-and-enter-to-win-a-printer/">http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/special-offers/2010/11/name-your-favorite-holiday-recipes-and-enter-to-win-a-printer/</a><br />
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The Tasty Kitchen site is interactive. You can post your recipes there too. This means that because someone put their name on it and put in on the internet, it must be a good recipe. So I go there frequently to find something new and unusual. You can also comment on the recipes so sometimes you can find alternatives to the method in the original recipe. There is a way to save recipes in your "box" so you have them when you want to come back. <br />
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Check out these sites - there are several (like 3) giveaways going on right now. I'm entering one just by posting this on my blog, but I really, really think you would like these sites. So, go check them out!Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-60142205154991665932010-12-07T08:00:00.145-05:002014-01-20T00:56:26.289-05:00December 7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sixty-nine years ago today, a sleeping giant was ripped from a peace-time slumber amid bombs, fire, and death. Much has been written about<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">"...a date which will live in infamy..." About how it started World War II, how the governments responded, how many ships were destroyed, and about the changes it made to military strategy. It may important for historians to look at the military impact, but I think about another side. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmo Howard (right)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Today we need to remember the sacrifices of the men and also the women, the families, and the friends of those who were there. We need to remember the survivors, but we most of all we need to remember the ones who didn't survive. The ones who never had children to remember them. The ones whose only mark on history is that day. We need to remember the pain of their families. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">We need to remember the total surprise at the violence that ripped the peace of that Sunday morning. The anguish of the following four years. And the emptiness left by those who never came home. </span></div>
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Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1658956084914050862.post-61204963274780365042010-11-19T15:33:00.001-05:002010-11-19T15:34:22.692-05:005 Things I'm Grateful ForJessi from <a href="http://jessisscatteredmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-things-on-friday-thankfulness.html">"Notes From a Scattered Mind"</a> posted today about un-ordinary things that she is grateful for. So besides my husband, children, health, etc. here is my list:<br />
1. Cell phones. I have gone from not seeing why I would ever need one to never being without one. Without them I would be lost when I have a sudden need to talk to my son in the middle of the day. I wouldn't be able to call my daughter who just left my house and ask if the fire truck/ambulance/police are that is headed in her direction is coming for her. I wouldn't be able to just let my husband know that I love him when he's knee-deep in some messy, dirty job that's he's doing because he has to.<br />
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2. DVR's. At last I can watch my craft shows, my HGTV, and my guilty pleasures when I want to. That may happen at 3 am or at any other time of the day that I am lucky enough to be home alone and can wrap myself up in their goodness.<br />
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3. My grandchildren. I love both of my children, but let me tell you about my grandchildren....They are such a wonderment of life. They will keep my young (unless I have to chase them very far or for very long) and I can't wait until their next visit (which, thankfully, is almost every day).<br />
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4. The internet. I love to sew, I love to paint, and I love most crafts. What I hate is that no one in my local shopping area seems to share those interests. While buying fabric on the internet is not my favorite way to shop, it's good to know that I still can. I can also find items that my grandmother taught me to use but are no longer made because someone out there thinks, "I can sell this on e-bay!" Thank you!<br />
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5.Daylight Savings Time. It's gone now. I miss it very much. It gets very dark, very early. I need some more sunlight.Cathy G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322035150239590436noreply@blogger.com2