tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55919920150434843572024-02-21T07:53:31.001-05:00Raking Through the Leavesmy family history and genealogy blogJenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-11149092665027489542012-11-18T08:13:00.001-05:002012-11-18T08:51:21.591-05:00Let Us Be Truly Grateful<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Wishing You All the Best for Thanksgiving!</em></strong></span></div>
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Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-65864498738837123622012-08-01T04:00:00.003-04:002012-08-01T04:00:06.181-04:00Wednesday's Child - Laura Jayne Burrow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #134f5c;"><strong>In Loving Memory...</strong></span></em><br />
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The headstones of little children really speak to me. I don't know why, they just do. This little girl is not a family member. She is laid to rest in the churchyard of St. John the Evangelist church, in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tipton_St_John" target="_blank">Tipton St. John</a>, England. We were there for <a href="http://jenny-rakingtheleaves.blogspot.com/2012/07/tombstone-tuesday-headmistress-doris.html" target="_blank">another purpose</a>, and I came across this stone. This stone was in an area where other stones were about 100 years old, so I assume it is of a similar vintage.<br />
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Doris Richardson is not a family member. But I was attracted to her headstone on a walk through the churchyard of <a href="http://www.achurchnearyou.com/tipton-st-john/" target="_blank">St. John the Evangelist</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tipton_St_John" target="_blank">Tipton St. John, England</a>. She was not only headmistress of the school in this small village, she lived to the great age of 101 or thereabouts! <br />
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Earlier this year, on a road trip throughout Great Britian, we visited this churchyard for a specific purpose. Hubby's research tells him that his great-grandfather was born in the area and most likely attended this church. Today, the village has a pub (what village doesn't???) and a primary school, which is associated with the church. But the Post Office was closed a few years ago, presumable due to lack of use. There are about 350 residents. <br />
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Hubby didn't want to call in advance and just wanted a look around the churchyard. But he was so lucky, several parish members were present the afternoon we showed up. We got some good history on the church and the area. Although no one knew the family, he made a contact to connect with in the future. And it's just really nice to stand in the area and know that your ancestors looked at the same view over the valley.<br />
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And here's the church and those views:<br />
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Heather Michelle, my dear niece and goddaughter, turns the Big 4-0 today! And I am sure, she will do it with the flare and fan-fare that she does everything in life! <br />
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In the Chinese zodiac, Heather was born in the Year of the Mouse. For Heather, this is somewhat ironic, for she is anything but mousy, in the traditional sense. Those born in the Year of the Mouse are charismatic, well-organized and practical, with a strong work ethic and great leadership skills. Those born under this sign also have great enthusiasm for life and a strong will. <br />
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All of this is Heather to a "T" - she is a hugely enthusiastic person, always in motion, always having fun, intensely loyal to friends and family, and <em><strong>ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS</strong></em> doing the right thing, whether it's...<br />
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planning her brother's birthday party (which she did last year), </div>
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her work as head of the PE/Health department at a local middle school,</div>
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spending time with friends and family,</div>
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celebrating Christmas, always inth her signature red stocking cap,</div>
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organizing family game nights and activities</div>
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cutting her hair and shaving her head in a fundraiser for cancer survivors.</div>
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Heather has two facial expressions: a broad, beaming smile, and a tense, focused scowl. She wears the smile 99% of the time. The scowl appears during sport events! She loves all sports, and plays many of them herself, even spending a few years on Baltimore's women's football team a few years ago! But talk to her of football, and it's the <span style="color: #073763;"><em><strong>Dallas Cowboys ALL THE WAY!!!</strong></em></span><br />
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That's our Heather, she lives life to the full, enjoying all it has to offer, with no apologies. To know is to love her! And love her, indeed I do! <br />
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Well, I can hardly believe it! Today, the first-born of my nephews and nieces turns 41 years!<br />
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I'm just so proud of Douglas and all that he has grown to be: a young man of great humor, heart, and integrity, with wonderful acting skills and directing abilities. The list could go on and on...<br />
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I am just starting to really sort through the almost 900 photos from our trips to Wales, the UK and Ireland in March and earlier this month. And this does not include the 500 or so generations-old family photos that hubby brought home to scan, which we returned a few weeks ago. <br />
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I have spoken here in the past about hubby's Welsh heritage, and the <a href="http://jenny-rakingtheleaves.blogspot.com/2012/03/happy-st-davids-day.html" target="_blank">Welsh tradition</a> of wearing leeks (for the men) and daffodils (for the ladies) on March 1, the feast of Wales' patron saint, St. David's Day.<br />
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While walking through the grounds, I came across these relatively fresh graves. For me, this was a different treatment of a fresh grave, something I had not seen previously, and I was touched to see the leek and daffodil taking pride of place on this (I can only presume) native Welsh person's site.<br />
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We've all heard that old saying, "No good deed goes unpunished." This all started as a "good deed." My intention was to clean up the on-line accounts that I have to create to do <em><strong>anything</strong></em> on the Internet these days. If you are groaning at the prospect of it, I was, too. <br />
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I figured I'd start with the blog and more to the point, <a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="_blank">Picasa</a>, Google's photo-sharing platform. You can already tell by that language that I don't know much about this tech stuff, but that's what I call it. I freely (and somewhat proudly, foolishly) admit to being less than savvy when it comes to the technological ways of the world. I should have left well enough alone. But I didn't...<br />
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As Blogger users know, Picasa is the freeware that uploads images to your Blogger/Blogspot pages. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Picasa" target="_blank">Picasa</a> also stores your images for you, without you doing a thing, unless you want to label, organize, share or edit them. I never bothered with it much. <br />
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So, still in my cleaning/organizing frenetic state of mind, one recent morning I began deleting (yes, deleting) Picasa albums of images I either had duplicated elsewhere, or felt I no longer needed. I can only say:<br />
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Also, don't do what I did, which was to overlook the warning pop-up as some nonsensical bit of fluff that wouldn't be important.<br />
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If you are thinking about deleting anything, here's my advice:<br />
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1. Think twice. Do you really want to delete this? Do you have it stored elsewhere? Can you really live without this image if it turns out you don't have another copy somewhere? <br />
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2. Look for, read and understand any of those warnings that pop up when you are attempting to delete anything. They are there for a reason! <em>A GOOD reason!</em><br />
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3. If you do not understand the warning, DO NOT DELETE until you understand it.<br />
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Seems like simple enough advice, and I give it freely here to save you from having a morning like mine. I spent a few minutes deleting photo albums from Picasa. Eventually I read the pop-up. Even then, I thought, "oh, it's in my blog...they wouldn't delete from there as well." Well, they do...one click and it is gone from every Google product where I may have posted it. This delightful image replaces it! It's kind of like an web version of the forehead tattoo "Dummy."<br />
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Followed by at least an hour retrieving and replacing all the image "black holes" that had suddenly appeared on my blog. The only thing that saved me is that I store all photos on Shutterfly (and other places), so it was one-stop refilling the holes. <br />
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</div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-29254719319901546072012-05-20T15:12:00.000-04:002012-05-20T15:12:36.889-04:00Dear Stephanie, Happy 30th Birthday!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today my dear niece and goddaughter, Stephanie Clare, turns 30! <br />
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I can hardly believe it, those years have flown by so quickly! Although Stephanie is a lovely young woman, all grown up and self-supporting, I still occasionally think of her as a little girl.<br />
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As an only child, Stephanie's childhood is well-documented with lots of great photos. But here are two of my favorite, very impromptu and casual photos of her; my guess is she has never seen these. <br />
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The first one was taken when Stephanie, her mom and dad (my sister, Sharon and brother-in-law, Ed) and I were all on vacation together in Florida. <br />
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DisneyWorld, late 1980s.</td></tr>
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The next photo was taken in the car on the way to <a href="http://www.hersheypark.com/" target="_blank">Hershey Park</a> in Pennsylvania. We were going for a day of fun in the chocolate-themed park. Stephanie had just learned to blow a bubble! <br />
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</div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-90778453227109112002012-05-08T02:30:00.000-04:002012-05-08T02:30:02.120-04:00Images of Wales - Travel Tuesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently we visited family in Wales. Soon, we'll be going again. We're very fortunate in this way. This doesn't happen every year, this doesn't happen <em>every other</em> year. But for some wonderful, unknown reason, this year, within the space of a few months, we will be going again. <br />
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I thought I'd share some of my favorite images from our March trip. We were there for less than a week, so didn't take that many photos. Of the remainder, most are actually more appropriate for a Tombstone Tuesday post than anything else. I'll get to work on that soon.<br />
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These are the views from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tower,_Meridian_Quay" target="_blank"><strong>Meridian Quay</strong></a>, a new 29-storey building in Swansea. At 29 floors, it is the tallest building in Wales. Seems almost miniscual compared to the grandeur of buildings in the U.S., but it's a big deal in Wales. And it is beautiful. The top three floors consist of <strong><a href="http://swansea.grapeandolive.co.uk/index" target="_blank">The Grape and Olive Restaurant</a></strong>, which provides incredible 360 degree views across the marina, bay and city. These are our own photos, taken when we stopped in for tea one afternoon.<br />
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My mother-in-law is a great cook. Really. I'm not just saying this to get on her good side. She is a fantastic cook. My goal for our upcoming trip is to snag her recipe for steak and kidney pie. Not that I could ever hope to come near to her creation. It is mouthwatering, filling, comfort food, everything wonderful. It is often our "reward" for a long day of travel across the pond.<br />
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In the meantime, her Bara Brith is also a knock-out. Bara brith is kind of like of a fruit cake, but not quite as dense. Serve it with tea, or coffee. Divine!<br />
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Well, we begged for the recipe but have not tried it yet. But I know it does work, I've seen her do it on numerous occasions. She's even tutored our friends on what might have gone wrong with their attempts!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">On Saturday, March 31, I and other members of our Genealogy Discussion Group, along with 100-200 other lucky folk, were fortunate to attend our local <a href="http://www.prattlibrary.org/research/index.aspx?id=32548&mark=genealogy" target="_blank">Enoch Pratt Free Library's</a> annual genealogy event. They are big into genealogy at the Pratt! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This year, Thomas MacEntee, yes, Mr. </span><a href="http://www.geneabloggers.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">GeneaBloggers </span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">himself, was in town! Talk about thrilled!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A <a href="http://www.prattlibrary.org/booksmedia/podcasts/index2.aspx?ID=72921" target="_blank">podcast </a>is now available. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even though the Census has been released, Thomas's presentation still offers helpful insight and tips, certainly timely and worth viewing.</span></div>
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And for a social media newbie like myself, the technology presentations were excellent as well. Many of us know <a href="https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=navclient&ie=UTF-8" target="_blank">Google</a> as a search engine, but there are many other <a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/about/products/index.html" target="_blank">applications</a> where a genealogist can while away many, many hours! <br />
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A great day, indeed!<br />
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<br /></div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-33018029207833613152012-04-19T04:07:00.002-04:002012-04-19T04:07:00.237-04:00Thrifty Thursday - Keeping Warm in Wales<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>It's not yet Springtime in Wales.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>My feathers are bare, coolness abounds.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A creative recycler adopted me,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Now warmth and fashion surrounds.</em></span></div><br />
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My sister-in-law, a talented seamstress and diligent recycler, used an old fleece jacket to create little vests for her two newly-adopted hens. Their feathers are a bit thin due to stress from their previous living conditions. Apparently, the girls are happy to have the extra warmth and do not mind wearing the garments. This one even modeled quite nicely for the camera, don't you think?!!<br />
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Beth assures us that both of the girls are doing well and their feathers are coming in beautifully. I'll have updated photos when we visit again next month. </div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-53129800453567915632012-04-17T04:00:00.010-04:002012-04-17T04:00:03.253-04:00Travel Tuesday - Toting All Those Photos!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Well, between getting back into the grind from our vacation in <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Wales</place></country-region> to see family, to still being on this crazy-energy whirlwind of re-organizing and cleaning out the house, I haven’t had much time for genealogy. I had been pretty deep into helping hubby with the boatload of photos and documents he brought back from <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Wales</place></country-region>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> We are now finished with this project. Good thing, too, as w</span>e are on a deadline since we’ll be heading back soon, and will take them back with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefJNxs-g84viWgEEBymQyLZO0D0QZ9o8xMyjmXpejwj8iuznTY8piXiwzs9a_HeIeM-hCwvFkpeCAW-IlLOSkOnYpxobatZp5vwBv_dRIk8oc8nJpSpnk2i0X9VE0D7Q4RLwnRGyACjE/s1600/Wales,+March+2012+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefJNxs-g84viWgEEBymQyLZO0D0QZ9o8xMyjmXpejwj8iuznTY8piXiwzs9a_HeIeM-hCwvFkpeCAW-IlLOSkOnYpxobatZp5vwBv_dRIk8oc8nJpSpnk2i0X9VE0D7Q4RLwnRGyACjE/s320/Wales,+March+2012+047.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Not expecting that my mother-in-law would let about 100 years worth and 500 photos out of her possession, we were unprepared and had no idea we’d have such a blessing (read as: <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ton</i></b>) of photos to tote back across the pond. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So what to do? </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Not to mention that a</span>long with the photos was a big Welsh bible from his grandmother’s aunt/cousin’s family, and decades worth of family documents of all shapes and sizes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As for the documents, a</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> first-grader could have devised a better "folder" than hubby did. But since he wanted no input or assistance from me on this, so I left him to his own devices. You can see his incredibly "secure" packaging below. And prepared thus, we hoped for the best and </span>headed home!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stacks of British birth, death, marriage <br />
certificates and more.<br />
Larger than legal size!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As you can imagine, the people at airport security were quite interested in all of this when it went through the scanner!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At three airports (<city w:st="on">Cardiff</city>, <city w:st="on">Dublin</city> and <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Boston</place></city>), we had to take everything out of the carry-on for them to go through it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I have to give them their due, they were very polite, understanding of the delicacy of the documents, and gentle with everything, even offering to put the photos back into the tin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> In return, we politely declined and did it ourselves, to have it all in the right order. One of the agents even wore white gloves, but that was probably to protect himself rather than our aging documents. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">I would have loved to photo the process of them investigating everything, but I know they frown on that kind of thing. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As a paper crafter and scrapbooking enthusiast, I know something about acid-free storage, and have appropriate containers for scrapbooks and other things I have crafted. However, this is A LOT of photos. And I don’t want to be toting empty storage boxes back with me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>So when we go back in a few weeks, hubby will instead be using a sturdy cardboard box that he uses to store computer peripherals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s just a bit larger than his mom’s old cookie tin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The box snaps shut, so even though it is not acid-free, it will be much easier to work with going through airport security.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And it's easy enough to get another here, so we can just leave it there, for perhaps the second round of photos to be transported!</span></span></div></div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-15915174835899033272012-04-13T01:02:00.002-04:002012-04-13T01:02:00.718-04:00Family Recipe Friday - Orange Almond Cake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This gluten-free Orange Almond Cake is a new recipe in our household, and it is a keeper! And I have to say, it is yummy indeed! I wish I had thought to make this for our Easter buffet last week. The flavors are refreshing, perfect for a springtime celebration.<br />
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It is best when eaten still relatively warm (but what cake isn't, right?!!!). Also, this cake is so moist, as I pulled away the parchment paper, it cracked down the top! So it most definitely could not stand up to any frosting. It is suggested that it be served with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream on the side. You could add a drizzle of Grand Marnier or other liqueur, but it really doesn't need it. This cake just melts in your mouth.<br />
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--3 large oranges<br />
--500 grams white sugar<br />
--6 large eggs<br />
--500 grams almond meal<br />
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Directions - Heat oven to 365 degrees.<br />
1. Bring a pot of water to boil; add oranges. Cover and simmer for one hour.<br />
2. Strain off water and cool the oranges. <br />
3. While oranges cool, use a food processor to mix sugar and eggs until all is dissolved. Pour into a bowl.<br />
4. Cut the oranges in half and de-seed. Place oranges (peel and pith) into food processor and pulp until reasonably smooth. This mixture will be somewhat lumpy.<br />
5. Pour mixture into the sugar/egg mix and add the almond meal. Gently mix together until incorporated.<br />
6. Line a springform pan with parchment paper. Pour mixture into pan and bake for 50-60 minutes at 365 degrees.<br />
7. Remove and let cool. <br />
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Be careful when removing from pan--our experience was that this cake is extremely moist, which makes it so delicious. However, it also makes it difficult to remove the paper and may experience some cracking (as ours did). Instead of placing it on a platter, we decided to use a straight-sided quiche dish, for extra support should it need it. It's all worth it, though! Enjoy!</div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-23101494479500381192012-04-09T05:09:00.000-04:002012-04-09T05:09:00.202-04:00Military Monday - A Fighter Pilot in the Family<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">is written </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">on the back of the photo. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Will is on the left.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last month would have been the 91st birthday of William Jordan Kinling, my mom's first cousin. </div><br />
Bill was born March 29, 1921, and died July 27, 1999, at the too-young age of 78. Like all our family members, he was much more than dates on a tree. In between, he was also a son, grandson, World War II fighter pilot, husband, father, grandfather, a great friend to many and much, much more. Called "Will" as a child and young adult, he eventually became known as "Bill." I think that happened after the service, not positive. <br />
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Bill's middle name is his mother's maiden name, a common practice, and often seen on mom's side of the family. There were family names like Jordan, Fulton, Sampson, Wright. Those names make good "middle" names and carry on the tradition.<br />
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That custom doesn't work so well in a big Polish family, like my dad's side, with last names like Szymanski, Poznaniak, Gostomski and Landowski. I remember it being hard enough to learn to spell my own last name, much less having a four-syllable middle name to deal with! <br />
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My mom has only a few photos of her cousin, despite his family members owning a photo studio. The one above is my favorite. </div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-79487242669755655392012-04-07T14:23:00.000-04:002012-04-07T14:23:35.374-04:00Happy Easter Greetings!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This vintage card, courtesy of <a href="http://www.graphicsfairy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Graphics Fairy</a>, might have originated in a year </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">when Easter was <em><strong>very </strong></em>early...notice the four-leaf clovers as well. Perhaps the artist was trying to include a Happy St. Patrick's Day wish in there? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Just like a genealogist, huh, always trying to read more into it?!!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia;">Either way, I think these musical bunnies are just adorable.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia;">Happy Easter!</span></div></div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-12349127649479631962012-04-02T06:02:00.002-04:002012-04-02T06:02:00.662-04:00Happy Census Release Day!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Have a great Census Release Day!</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://archives.granicus.com/MediaPlayer.php?event_id=8" target="_blank"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Watch a live webcast of the the opening event, on Monday, April 2 at 8:30 a.m., EDT.</em></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Hope you have done your advance research, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>have pinpointed the enumeration districts you need, </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>and are well-stocked with supplies and coffee. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-81696429979289071032012-03-30T05:46:00.006-04:002012-04-15T16:51:00.770-04:00Family Friday Recipe - Graham Cracker Crisp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is my cousin Barbara's recipe. Barb is just the nicest person. I always think there are two kinds of people: those who can be nice when others are around; you know what I mean, people who show a good "social face." My cousin Barb is the other type of person: nice even when no one is looking, probably especially when no one is looking! Supportive, sweet, generous and always smiling--the epitome of a kind soul and gentle spirit! <br />
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Barb brought a panful of these crisps to our Spring-time open house, probably 15 years ago. They are so yummy, I asked for the recipe, which she sent in the mail the next week. And I'll tell you, at that time, I didn't cook at all! Since then, of course, I've turned into someone who enjoys cooking. But these are still easy to make and mmm, mmm, good!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxKt_7LgRNUnpcT1X4RiAAAN3FYep1elwgIMjH1wbOoUu-4JDqHZtW34F4894GXjoMeAcIGa1aAy1rjlVLmxy1061qhTv7TAKsweeQiacL5wPrs9F0P_frOWbde7OgIKE9R3WZC1jT8U/s1600/images%5B6%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxKt_7LgRNUnpcT1X4RiAAAN3FYep1elwgIMjH1wbOoUu-4JDqHZtW34F4894GXjoMeAcIGa1aAy1rjlVLmxy1061qhTv7TAKsweeQiacL5wPrs9F0P_frOWbde7OgIKE9R3WZC1jT8U/s1600/images%5B6%5D.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Graham Cracker Crisp</span></em></strong></div><br />
--Line cookie sheet with foil, spray with PAM. Line foil with graham cracker squares.<br />
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--Heat oven to 350 degrees. <br />
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--In a sauce pan, melt:<br />
one stick butter<br />
one stick margarine<br />
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--Add 1/2 cup sugar. Boil three minutes. Pour over top of crackers, spreading and covering evenly. <br />
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--Sprinkle top with one cup chopped pecans or other chopped nuts. Bake 10 to 13 minutes at 350 degrees.<br />
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--Remove from oven. While still warm, but firm, cut and break into rectangles!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">APolaroid photo of us on<br />
Monday, March 27, 1995<br />
Breaking the news at my mom's house.</td></tr>
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Today my husband and I celebrate the anniversary of our engagement, 17 years ago. Actually, the anniversary was this entire weekend, which is kind of a long story. You see, it kind of took me a while to give him an answer. Like, um, more than 24 hours. <br />
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Before hubby and I married, we had what could be referred to as a four year, on-again, off-again period of dating, friendship and mutual hatred. Mostly the mutual hatred part. Yet neither could get the other out of our brains, and kept going back for more. Some people wondered why, including me, on occasion. But there was something good there, we were just too stupid to admit it early on. You know how that can be. <br />
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That last six months or so before hubby proposed, we had grown and settled, and become very good friends, but just friends. On March 25, 1995, before leaving for dinner at <a href="http://www.miltoninn.com/about_us.php" target="_blank">The Milton Inn</a>, he gave me a dozen red roses. Imagine my surprise! He said I deserved it, having just survived yet another difficult period at work that included lots of bizarre events and weekly rounds of lay-offs. <br />
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We had a lovely dinner. After our meal, he popped the question, with little fanfare. No ring in the dessert, or anything like that. That's not his style, for which I am grateful. But surprised does not begin to explain the depth of my, um, shock. Yes, shock. <br />
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You see, I was way beyond thinking he would ever propose. At more than one point in our relationship(s) over the years I had hoped for it. But when it didn't happen, I eventually accepted that fact and decided I liked having him as a very good friend. We were really good at being friends, even traveling together at times. <br />
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Back to the story. So, he proposed Saturday night. The rest of Saturday night goes by. Sunday goes by. All day. I hummed, I hawwed (whatever that means). I guess I was thinking it over, but I do not remember that day at all. Hubby tells me, again because I do not remember, that I said "Yes" Monday morning, when I saw him on the bus. We lived in the same neighborhood and rode the same bus into downtown Baltimore every morning. In fact, that's where I first saw him, on the bus. <br />
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Earlier this weekend, I asked him what he did on that Sunday. He smiled and said, "I don't know, probably went to work." Science Geek. When I asked what he was thinking while waiting for my reply, he smiled again and said, "I wasn't sure, but I was hoping for a positive outcome." Science Geek Language. <br />
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Once I said yes, I don't know why he went through with it. The fact that it took me 24+ hours to get back to him should have told him something about my super-cautious, tendency to over-think things personality. But he did, and I am grateful every day that we both did!<br />
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</div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-36821188951226193102012-03-26T05:55:00.000-04:002012-03-26T05:55:00.424-04:00Mystery Monday - Who ARE These People???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Family plots can be a funny thing. And not exactly "funny ha-ha." In very old cemeteries, they are sometimes clearly marked, either with pillars and chains, a small wrought iron fence, or perhaps marble posts in the ground. Usually the markers are a different shape from the cemetery's own section dividers, to prevent confusion. But in the absence of such markers, it can be difficult to determine the plot boundaries. And just as in life, family plot "familiarity" can breed contempt, at least in the heart of a generations-later genealogist such as myself. <br />
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The stones pictured here are in <a href="http://www.loudon-park.com/location/about/facility.html" target="_blank">Loudon Park Cemetery</a> in Baltimore. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="objectDescriptionDiv" id="photodescitem"><span class="objectDescription">Toppled stone to left is great-aunt <a href="http://jenny-rakingtheleaves.blogspot.com/2011/11/tombstone-tuesday-penning.html" target="_blank">Ada Forrest Penning</a> and her husband George Penning. <br />
Headstone for Ada's father, C W Forrest, is third from top, in the three nearest in this photo.<br />
My grandfather is buried in the unmarked space to the right of his father, C W Forrest.<br />
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</tbody></table> Last September, I visited my maternal grandfather's unmarked grave for the first time. I did not know him. Family lore is that he was not a kind man. OK, why mince words...apparently he was real bastard. He married my grandmother when she was a teenager and he about ten years older. He had many affairs with other women during their short marriage, to the point that these women would knock on my grandmother's front door, babe in arms, asking for my grandfather. <br />
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That's not the worst of it, but the point of this post is not to focus on him. Fortunately, my grandmother divorced him after five years of marriage. By then, she was in her 20s, and my mother was just a toddler. I say, brave woman! So young, divorcing a husband back in the 1920s, when that kind of thing was simply <em>not done</em>. I love that Grandma realized her worth, and decided to focus on a better life! Even back then, Grandma <strong><em>ROCKED!!!</em></strong><br />
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I feel compelled to add that despite this man being a brute, his sister, my mother's Aunt Ada, was a kind, generous and loving person. She and my grandmother were occasionally in contact throughout the years. Aunt Ada, my grandfather, and their father are buried together in Loudon Park Cemetery. But in their tiny family plot are two additional stones. The stones match in style and are the right ages for this to be a married couple. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beloved<br />
Husband<br />
Carroll H.<br />
1899 - 1955</td></tr>
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These two stones are close enough to the Forrest family stones to seem to be part of the family. I think they must be, because neither stone has a last name. Also, they are a similar style to my great-grandfather's stone. <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Are they <strong><em>Penning</em></strong> (Aunt Ada's married name)? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Are they <em><strong>Forrest</strong></em>, my grandfather's surname? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've seached census records using their first names with both surnames, and come up dry. I've also checked throughout the collateral relatives to see if any even have these first names, Mary and Carroll. No clues there, either. So I am really stumped!</div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYpTt7-C9c_bVkZScoePr8m3PzwG80p-O2rk077VVNXSyX2A9Fpvr7nQo-X6yVzFk9449NJ41bT4974ND_4TaZpNzqPk1CTxbkqIuNR7yrZCehinrYiKu6qNkoP7K1evKvr8bb7jN9gE/s1600/mary+a+'+forrest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYpTt7-C9c_bVkZScoePr8m3PzwG80p-O2rk077VVNXSyX2A9Fpvr7nQo-X6yVzFk9449NJ41bT4974ND_4TaZpNzqPk1CTxbkqIuNR7yrZCehinrYiKu6qNkoP7K1evKvr8bb7jN9gE/s320/mary+a+'+forrest.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beloved<br />
Wife - Mom - Grams<br />
Mary A.<br />
1901 - 1970<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I suppose I'll just have to wait a few days for the 1940 Census. Since I know where some of the Forrests lived at that time, I can check to see if perhaps this couple were dear friends, neighbors or relatives who lived nearby. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Seems like other than that, my only option is to request information from the cemetery office. I'm hesitant to do so, because frankly, I don't want to pay a fee for information on people that may not be family. And if they are family, my mom certainly didn't know them (and I don't care if my grandfather knew them). </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Is this terrible? Or am I being a prudent genealogist? What would you do? Any ideas? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-48378903117423950622012-03-24T22:56:00.005-04:002012-04-15T12:34:41.619-04:00Hits of My Lifetime! - SNGF<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Randy Seaver has a musical idea for his <a href="http://www.geneamusings.com/2012/03/saturday-night-genealogy-fun-1-songs.html" target="_blank">Saturday Night Genealogy Fun</a>. He asks: <br />
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Remember these 8-track players?<br />
I had one just like this, even the same color!<br />
Image Courtesy of Google Images.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">1) What was the #1 song on the day you were born? Or on your birthday when you were 18? Or when you married? Or some other important date in your life.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">2) Go to </span><a href="http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/birthdayno1"><span style="color: #221199;">http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/birthdayno1</span></a> <span style="color: red;">and enter the date and select from UK, US or Australia record lists. Note: the first date available is 1 January 1946.</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">Alternatively, go to</span> <a href="http://www.joshhosler.biz/"><span style="color: #221199;">http://www.joshhosler.biz/</span></a> <span style="color: red;">and enter the month and date and see a list of songs for each year since 1940.</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I used the second site, <a href="http://www.joshhosler.biz/"><span style="color: #221199;">http://www.joshhosler.biz/</span></a>, and got these fun results!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div>My birth day, October 26, 1957:<br />
<em>Jailhouse Rock/Treat Me Nice</em>, by Elvis Presley<br />
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18th birthday, 1975 -- <em>Island Girl</em> by Elton John<br />
Why, I was listening to this just the other day! Have always been a huge fan of EJ. Have every album, been to several of his concerts. I remember this day so well! I had graduated high school in June and was working as a legal secretary. Every day, I carpooled downtown with my high school friend. After work, when she swung by to drop me off, she pulled in and parked. I was a bit confused but thought not too much of it. We got in the house and my mom had planned a small party of some of my high school girlfriends. It was such a surprise and so much fun!<br />
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1982, the year I turned 25 and moved into my first apartment!<br />
<em>Who Can It Be Now?</em> by Men at Work<br />
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March 13, 1990<br />
<em>Escapade</em>, by Janet Jackson -- All I can say is "HUH?" Don't know this song.<br />
This was a sad day in my life; my father died on this date. Obviously, an event like this changes a person. Did not know my husband at the time, we met about a year later. Not long after we met, hubby (then just a friend, not a boyfriend), once told me that I view the world two ways: "before my father died" and "after my father died." I don't recall my exact reply, but it must have been fierce, because he's never said <em>that </em>again in almost 17 years of marriage! <br />
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September 1991; this was the month/year I bought my first home, a co-op apartment. <br />
Song is <em>Good Vibrations</em> by Marky Mark &the Funky Bunch with Loleatta. But I have to say, my older siblings played lots of music, and to me, <em>Good Vibrations</em> is The Beach Boys!<br />
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My birthday one month later..."Emotions" by Mariah Carey. Huh??? Is this that song that the Bee Gees recorded? I have never been a fan of Mariah Carey's type of "music." If it's not the Bee Gees song, I can't recall this song at all!!!<br />
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June 2, 1995--married my love! <br />
Song is <em>Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?</em> by Bryan Adams<br />
That title sounds like it would be a nice #1 song for a wedding day, don't you think? Even though I don't know the song! Our first (and only) wedding dance was to "As Time Goes By" by, yes, Jimmy Durante.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny turns The Big 5-0, October 26, 2007 </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The song is<em> </em><em>Crank That (Soulja Boy),</em> by Soulja Boy Tell'em. Talk about HUH????</span><br />
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I always knew I was out of touch with the music world lately, but I didn't realize just how much! Obviously, somewhere along the line, I simply stopped listening to music on the radio. <br />
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As for the Number One song on my birthday, the last song and artist I recognize, with just one exception, is 1988's "<em>Groovy Kind of Love</em>" by Phil Collins. The exception is the Elton John's 1997 hit "<em>Something About the Way You Look Tonight/Candle in the Wind 1997</em>," his Marilyn Monroe tribute, rewritten for the late Princess Diana.<br />
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Oh, I still listen to a lot of music, but it's music of my choice. My tastes are kind of stuck in the 1970s (my high school years) and the 1980s (first tastes of freedom). I find that I basically stick with those artists and have followed their careers. People like Paul Simon, James Taylor, Elton John. And my parents loved show tunes, so all five of the kids do, too! Then of course, there's Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and all those guys; I play them every weekend, my poor hubby! <br />
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Well, thanks, Randy, this was a lot of fun! If I had more time, I'd go to the basement and see how many of those number one songs are on all the albums collecting dust down there!<br />
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It's the simplest of recipes. Mom was always a good cook. But of all her recipes, there are about ten or so that I love, occasionally crave and re-create for myself; this is one of them. It's not exactly the healthiest of recipes, but hey, it's <em>FUDGE</em>!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsYup5dV9RWkzogr1mv79T8JXnvJ41sJdT7hcqyOjKwx3b8ULiQ9giro4aP0ba2RMQ4peP576MIf4Mqh4n-lJQUKyU5yEJ_dwYjzIT7PycuaxeXnbbh2buIVKngdbBB3DzmtaRpuUrGU/s1600/k3542691%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsYup5dV9RWkzogr1mv79T8JXnvJ41sJdT7hcqyOjKwx3b8ULiQ9giro4aP0ba2RMQ4peP576MIf4Mqh4n-lJQUKyU5yEJ_dwYjzIT7PycuaxeXnbbh2buIVKngdbBB3DzmtaRpuUrGU/s1600/k3542691%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>I remember as a kid standing at the stove, stirring with the old wooden spoon as the butter melted, then mixing in the sugar and cocoa, working to get everything mixed. After a few minutes, Mom would check on the progress and usually take over, because I was so lacking in the good strength to mix it all well! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Because Mom's fudge is so delicious, I have asked her to never bring it to my house again...because I will eat all of it within one day! I'm not exaggerating, I am like that. Therefore, I don't have a photo to include. Anyway, here's the most important part of this post...my mom's fabulous fudge recipe. Enjoy!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong><em>Mom's Super-Delicious, Super-Easy Fudge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">1 pound confectioner's sugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">1/2 cup cocoa powder, unsweetened</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">1/4 tsp. salt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">6 Tbsp. butter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">4 Tbsp. milk </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">1 Tbsp. vanilla extract</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Optional: You can add one cup of chopped nuts if you like. (I love nuts, but not in my fudge!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Before starting, grease a 9 x 14 pan with butter. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">These days, I use PAM. Mom always did, and still does, use <a href="http://www.crisco.com/" target="_blank">Crisco</a>!</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">In a heavy three-quart saucepan, combine all ingredients. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Over <em><u>very low</u></em> heat, constantly stir mixture until well combined and smooth. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Remove from heat. (If you are adding nuts to the fudge, stir them in now.) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Quickly spread onto prepared pan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Refrigerate two hours or until firm. Cut into one-inch squares. Makes 24 pieces.</span></div><br />
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</div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-79241308303149860382012-03-19T22:34:00.000-04:002012-03-19T22:34:36.339-04:00Tombstone Tuesday - Thomas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">St. Dogmael's Cemetery</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dyfed (Pembroke), Wales </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PL"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">SACRED</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PL"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The memory of</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Timothy Thomas</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Late of the Bridge-end Foundry Cardigan</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who Died February 20, 1898</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Aged 69 Years</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Also, of the children of the said</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Timothy Thomas and Anna his wife</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Thomas,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who Died Sept. 9, 1869, Aged 9 Months</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Edith,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who Died August 27, 1877, Aged 1 Day</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Albert,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who Died February 25, 1881, Aged 1 Day</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Lizzie,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who Died Sept. 19, 1893, Aged 26 Years</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Henry, </span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who was lost at sea off <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Madeira</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Island</placetype></place></span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">November 30, 1896, Aged 21 Years</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Also, of</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">David Thomas,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Brother of the said Timothy Thomas</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Who died December 1885, Aged 64 years</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Also of Anna Thomas,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Wife of the _____ (said?) Timothy Thomas,</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">She passed...Newport Mon</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">...</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This photo was among the many that my in-laws have collected over the years. W</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">e don't know who it is, and there are no family members that we know of with the surname Thomas. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Neither of my in-laws know of anyone in St. Dogmael's Cemetery in the county of Dyfed, formerly known as Pembrokeshire. They also cannot remember taking the photo </span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">or seeing this headstone. So, this interesting stone remains a mystery to us. The last two lines, which might provide some clues, are unclear; I've included what we can decipher above. </span></span></span></div></div>Jenny Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17342746793201329515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591992015043484357.post-48882981449508586092012-03-12T06:00:00.003-04:002012-03-14T22:04:45.299-04:00Enjoying All Those Old Photos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Lately it seems like my genealogy work has been more along the lines of crafting, rather than straight research. <br />
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I thought I'd share this item I put together a few weeks ago. My goddaughter and I sat down and crafted this in just a few minutes. Well, actually, I crafted it, while she sat nearby and played on her DS (some kind of electronic toy, which she loves). <br />
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I received this item as my gift in the office holiday gift game. I think most folks were relieved they didn't get it, but I immediately fell in love with it. This kind of thing is right up my alley...easy to do, looks interesting, and surrounds me with faces of my loved ones. And since I already have a mobile hanging in my dining room (colorful penguins, which hubby gave me long before we married--he really gets me!), it was just a matter of moving some things around.<br />
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Instead of taking the totally easy way, and just clipping ten photos to it, first sorted photos according to portrait or landscape orientation. For the landscape photos, I examined them for how much I could trim off the sides and matched accordingly. Then I used my crafting tape runner to stick photos back to back, and clipped them up to the mobile. Having trimmed some of the photos, the mobile moves more freely. When the heat comes on in that room, it positively spins! Delightful! <br />
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If you are interested in purchasing one, you can get the photo clip mobile at:<br />
<a href="http://www.guggenheimstore.org/guphclmo.html">http://www.guggenheimstore.org/guphclmo.html</a><br />
Currently $17.95<br />
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and also:<br />
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<a href="http://www.hangingmobilegallery.com/product/KKPHOTOCLIP-MH16/Photo-Clip-Mobile.html">http://www.hangingmobilegallery.com/product/KKPHOTOCLIP-MH16/Photo-Clip-Mobile.html</a><br />
This one is only $10. <br />
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I also bought two of them last year, after Christmas, on sale at JC Penney. They were about $7 each. I haven't done a thing with them yet, but I will now!<br />
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