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Here’s My Family Tree Forest

As I get older, I am more interested in the past. Wondering if that’s because I now forget the present, so have only the past left. Anyway, I’ve been dipping my little toe into my ancestry and coming up with a family tree. However, due to a marriage, I have a family forest, not just a single tree. Let me try to explain.

My brother is my step-brother is my cousin.

Did that send shivers down your spine? Are you hearing the banjo music of Deliverance?  It’s not that bad; let me explain further.

My mom (Phyllis) had 2 brothers, Wally and Bus. This forest story is more about Phyllis and Wally, so for now am leaving Bus out. Phyllis married Mac; they had 2 kids (I am one of them). Wally married Wanda; they had 4 kids. We all hung out together,  always. Age-wise, if the oldest was 10, the others were 9, 9, 8,  6, and 4. As you can see, we were all fairly close in age.

As for girls, it was just me and one of my cousins. We all grew up, some got married, some had kids (actually we all had kids eventually; I was the last, of course).  Wanda was my mom’s best friend, and was a marvelous aunt!  I could go into a lot more detail, but let’s just cut to the chase.

Wally died. Phyllis died. The remaining spouses (Mac, my dad — and Wanda, my aunt) married each other.  Don’t freak out; there were only related via marriage. It was their first spouses that were brother and sister, not them.

Thus my 4 cousins became my step-brothers and step-sister. My step-sister, G, always wanted a sister and so did I. We both got our wish!

So that’s how my brother is a step-brother is a cousin. One of my more humorous brothers calls me his step-custard.  Kind of a mangled step-cousin. We both work at the same place and like confusing everyone when we say we are related. The short explanation is:

  • N’s father and my mother were brother and sister.
  • They died, remaining spouses got married. Thus N, who was my cousin, is now my step-brother.

And while researching some ancestry, I discovered that I have a drop of Cherokee blood too.  And related back to Chief John Ross of the Cherokees; Principal Chief from 1828 to 1866. His maternal grandfather was my great, great……  (I can’t remember all the greats) grandfather. Chief John Ross (with others) was responsible for remodeling the Cherokee tribal government into a miniature republic with a written constitution.

Fickle Friday #6

Here it is the 2nd Friday in September and school is in session. I dropped my daughter off at college on Monday. She has figured out what she needs and has greatly reduced what she takes to her dorm room. This picture is her side of the room with much of her stuff. Her roommate (Japanese exchange student) arrives tomorrow. I’m sure they will be busy getting to know each other.

Now at home it is just me and the kitties. Speaking of the kitties, they are hanging in there with the toilet training. I was so excited yesterday when they both left presents in the designated spot. Tonight I opened up the little hole just a bit. Seems as if I have to take every change very slow. Sunni is the problem child and apparently hates change. So slowly we forge ahead.

The news chatter had such an interesting story about a moose who was eating fermented apples. Poor little guy apparently got a little tipsy and was got stuck up in the tree. This unusual act captured everyone’s attention as I received several e-mails about it and it has hit a few blogs I read too.  So here’s my addition to all this moose attention. This photo was taken from a window at my work. There are often moose at work (if the plural of mouse is mice, is the plural of moose, mece?) I have family that lives in the country and the moose often visit,once even stepping into their swimming pool to cool off. Several years ago there was a mother moose and calf outside of my daughter’s school entrance. We had to wait in the car until mom and kid wandered elsewhere.

My tomato plants are kicking into high gear. They are ripening up quite nicely. I’m guessing that the chillier air in the morning is contributing to the ripening. Since I have a black thumb, this is one of the first times I have had success with my tomatoes. I’m thinking that Mother Nature decided she had punished me enough and is getting my hopes up with this little bumper crop.

As I’m sitting her on the computer (no, I’m not physically on the computer), I’m watching The Invention of Lying with Ricky Gervais. Such a little unpretentious movie that I’m chuckling every minute. The man is a genius!

Winter is on its way. How do I know? Because tomorrow my snow blower is going in for maintenance. That means that when I get it back, I will be prepared. And based on my tomato crop, I’m thinking Mother Nature has me in her sight. And because I have a snow blower, I will need to use it.

Kind of hard to even think of snow because right now it is hot!  And I’m in need of ice cream!

Fickle Friday #5

Today is September 2, 2011 — or 9-2-11. I have a tendancy to notice simple patterns and like 9-2-11 because 9+2=11. Strange, but true!

Do you believe it is September? Wheat harvest is going on and summer is near the end. The weather did a little change and yesterday there was even fog when driving to work. Lows were down in the 40s F. and highs were only in the 70s F.  But I think Mother Nature was just teasing, because next week it will be in the 90s again.

Monday is Labor Day in the USA. That means no work! But it is also the day I have to drive Daughter back to college. I checked the weather forecast and it is supposed to be in the 90s F. ARG!!  Daughter can’t get the key to her room until noon and she has a 4:00 meeting. So we have less than 4 hours to  get checked in, move everything from the car to her room, and then grab her stuff that we put in storage. That might take 2 trips.

The worst part will be the heat. And then I have to drive home (about 3 hours) in Labor Day late afternoon traffic. That is making me anxious already. I will have to remember to take my Glee CDs to keep me engaged in sing-along during the boring drive home.

The Packing Process

Once I return home, it will be deja vu in her room.  In July, I had it all spotless. I’m hoping it will be mostly cleaned up when we pack up. She’s been sorting through her things and has actually packed some of her stuff already.  The cats are quite enjoying everything though; there are lots of nooks and crannies, bags, and suitcases to investigate.

After daughter is back at school, I will hopefully get back into finishing the house cleaning chores. And just when I get that done, it will be time to back up and store the patio furniture.

OMG – I’m watching Man, Woman, Wild on the Discovery Channel. It’s a show about a survival expert and his wife who simulate survival situations. Right now they are in a small boat adrift in the Bermuda Triangle. They have been there for 3 days, with minimal water and only a tiny fish or two they caught. And let’s not forget there are sharks bumping against their boat. Mike (the hubby) is suffering from heat exhaustion and dehydration. So he tells Ruth (his wife) to give him an enema to hydrate him. Now that’s love!  And successful love, because he got better and they were rescued.

I’m thinking that I will stay out of the Bermuda Triangle. And if I get too hot on Monday while moving Daughter into her college room, I hope no one sneaks up on me and gives me an enema.