I can tell you this, things that even I had forgotten about are spewing forth
and the more I write the more I know the younger generation could not possibly
understand how things were in the thirties and forties or even the fifties. 
When my sister wrote hers, I only read part of it because I ran out of time,
but, she said that when her children read hers they cried.   Now, I gotta tell,
you, that the more I write, the more fun and good times come to mind, and I am
enjoying my youth a second time.   I cannot image what she wrote that they
though was so sad = she was raised in the same house with me and had the same
good life I had.   If we were poor, we didn't know it, and we lived in a little
rich town which told me, we had to have been at least middle class.   We always
had food on the table, clothes to wear and sometimes we put cardboard in the
hole in our shoes, but that was until the next pay day when Mom would take us to
get our new shoes.  Anyway, I guess we all see thing in a different light.
Now - my fun for today.  Yesterday Geo. saw a large black snake inside the pool
enclosure.   He had the door open to add water, and that little bugger found his
way in.   He also found his way out, because by the time I was ready to go in,
he was nowhere to be found. Well, this afternoon, I walked out the kitchen door
to the garage and I looked to make sure none were lurking, because many times,
when we leave the big door open, they can come in.  All clear, so I was walking
along the isle between the car and the storage shelves and pow, all of a sudden
I head something hit the floor and right in front of me was a little pigmy
rattler.   I startled the heck out of him and he was squirming like crazy to get
away from me and I was loosing my balance trying to find a place to put my foot
down and not step on him.   Thank goodness he was more afraid of me then my
balance was off, because when I finally got my foot down, which I was sure was
going to be with a squish (barefoot) he was gone.  I haven't found that little
sucker since.   I have no idea where he came from and I have no idea where he
disappeared to, but I do know that I will never walk along the car again without
checking everything more carefully.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@...> wrote:
>
>
> That sounds like a great project, Norma.  Sounds like you got lost in it.  I
would love to have a book from my grandmother or mother about their life.   
Sounds like something perhaps we should all think about.
>
> Pretty boring forecast here. HOT and STORMS.  It is the forecast for the next
week.  Every day that was what it said.  Stormed last night.  Not bad though. 
Today it is so damp already, but it is cloudy so maybe it won't get as hot.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> FamilyTwigs
> aka. Sheri Bush
> Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
>

74 going to 85, we got a good rain overnight,I don't have to water today.

Norma, every person has a different view of their life, maybe your sister only
printed the bad times. I have a sister like that, very pessimistic. She was 5th
of 7 kids and the only one who was adversely affected by her childhood years.
She was the only one who felt the need to go to AlAnon because of my parents
drinking when she was young.  She was also the only one that has a weight
problem, which she created herself by yoyo dieting since puberty.She has three
kids, none born healthy, the first and last had too much growth hormone, their
youngest son was born the week before my oldest grandson and he was amost 5 ft.
when he started school. Their middle child was born with asthma and allergies to
almost everything, he's the sickly one who is sverage height and weight because
he's been on a restricted diet all his life. She thinks that she grew up
deprived of material goods so she has bought her kids everything that they want
and everything that she thinks they want and everything that she wants for them.
She's miserable, she thought money could buy happiness but she learned
different.





--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> I can tell you this, things that even I had forgotten about are spewing forth
and the more I write the more I know the younger generation could not possibly
understand how things were in the thirties and forties or even the fifties. 
When my sister wrote hers, I only read part of it because I ran out of time,
but, she said that when her children read hers they cried.   Now, I gotta tell,
you, that the more I write, the more fun and good times come to mind, and I am
enjoying my youth a second time.   I cannot image what she wrote that they
though was so sad = she was raised in the same house with me and had the same
good life I had.   If we were poor, we didn't know it, and we lived in a little
rich town which told me, we had to have been at least middle class.   We always
had food on the table, clothes to wear and sometimes we put cardboard in the
hole in our shoes, but that was until the next pay day when Mom would take us to
get our new shoes.  Anyway, I guess we all see thing in a different light.
> Now - my fun for today.  Yesterday Geo. saw a large black snake inside the
pool enclosure.   He had the door open to add water, and that little bugger
found his way in.   He also found his way out, because by the time I was ready
to go in, he was nowhere to be found. Well, this afternoon, I walked out the
kitchen door to the garage and I looked to make sure none were lurking, because
many times, when we leave the big door open, they can come in.  All clear, so I
was walking along the isle between the car and the storage shelves and pow, all
of a sudden I head something hit the floor and right in front of me was a little
pigmy rattler.   I startled the heck out of him and he was squirming like crazy
to get away from me and I was loosing my balance trying to find a place to put
my foot down and not step on him.   Thank goodness he was more afraid of me then
my balance was off, because when I finally got my foot down, which I was sure
was going to be with a squish (barefoot) he was gone.  I haven't found that
little sucker since.   I have no idea where he came from and I have no idea
where he disappeared to, but I do know that I will never walk along the car
again without checking everything more carefully.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> >
> >
> > That sounds like a great project, Norma.  Sounds like you got lost in it.  I
would love to have a book from my grandmother or mother about their life.   
Sounds like something perhaps we should all think about.
> >
> > Pretty boring forecast here. HOT and STORMS.  It is the forecast for the
next week.  Every day that was what it said.  Stormed last night.  Not bad
though.  Today it is so damp already, but it is cloudy so maybe it won't get as
hot.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > FamilyTwigs
> > aka. Sheri Bush
> > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> >
>

I think my post went to Cyber Space.    I posted a long reply and it got hung up
and then nothing.    I waited to see if it would appear, and still nothing.  
I'll give it another little time and then I will try to remember everything I
posted and try again.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 74 going to 85, we got a good rain overnight,I don't have to water today.
>
> Norma, every person has a different view of their life, maybe your sister only
printed the bad times. I have a sister like that, very pessimistic. She was 5th
of 7 kids and the only one who was adversely affected by her childhood years.
She was the only one who felt the need to go to AlAnon because of my parents
drinking when she was young.  She was also the only one that has a weight
problem, which she created herself by yoyo dieting since puberty.She has three
kids, none born healthy, the first and last had too much growth hormone, their
youngest son was born the week before my oldest grandson and he was amost 5 ft.
when he started school. Their middle child was born with asthma and allergies to
almost everything, he's the sickly one who is sverage height and weight because
he's been on a restricted diet all his life. She thinks that she grew up
deprived of material goods so she has bought her kids everything that they want
and everything that she thinks they want and everything that she wants for them.
She's miserable, she thought money could buy happiness but she learned
different.
>
>
>
>
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > I can tell you this, things that even I had forgotten about are spewing
forth and the more I write the more I know the younger generation could not
possibly understand how things were in the thirties and forties or even the
fifties.  When my sister wrote hers, I only read part of it because I ran out of
time, but, she said that when her children read hers they cried.   Now, I gotta
tell, you, that the more I write, the more fun and good times come to mind, and
I am enjoying my youth a second time.   I cannot image what she wrote that they
though was so sad = she was raised in the same house with me and had the same
good life I had.   If we were poor, we didn't know it, and we lived in a little
rich town which told me, we had to have been at least middle class.   We always
had food on the table, clothes to wear and sometimes we put cardboard in the
hole in our shoes, but that was until the next pay day when Mom would take us to
get our new shoes.  Anyway, I guess we all see thing in a different light.
> > Now - my fun for today.  Yesterday Geo. saw a large black snake inside the
pool enclosure.   He had the door open to add water, and that little bugger
found his way in.   He also found his way out, because by the time I was ready
to go in, he was nowhere to be found. Well, this afternoon, I walked out the
kitchen door to the garage and I looked to make sure none were lurking, because
many times, when we leave the big door open, they can come in.  All clear, so I
was walking along the isle between the car and the storage shelves and pow, all
of a sudden I head something hit the floor and right in front of me was a little
pigmy rattler.   I startled the heck out of him and he was squirming like crazy
to get away from me and I was loosing my balance trying to find a place to put
my foot down and not step on him.   Thank goodness he was more afraid of me then
my balance was off, because when I finally got my foot down, which I was sure
was going to be with a squish (barefoot) he was gone.  I haven't found that
little sucker since.   I have no idea where he came from and I have no idea
where he disappeared to, but I do know that I will never walk along the car
again without checking everything more carefully.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > That sounds like a great project, Norma.  Sounds like you got lost in it. 
I would love to have a book from my grandmother or mother about their life.   
Sounds like something perhaps we should all think about.
> > >
> > > Pretty boring forecast here. HOT and STORMS.  It is the forecast for the
next week.  Every day that was what it said.  Stormed last night.  Not bad
though.  Today it is so damp already, but it is cloudy so maybe it won't get as
hot.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > FamilyTwigs
> > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > >
> >
>

I guess my post is not going to show up so I'll try again.
Earline, my sister was born with a heart murmer, so she was always treated with
kidd gloves.   My older brother and I would get beatings, but she was always
exempt.   My father was a drinker, but Mom always said two wrongs don't make a
right so she was a tea totaler.   Mom learned to ignore my father when he drank.
Many time, she would take us to the Amusement Park in the evening rather then
stay at home with him.  He didn't drink when we were younger, it was something
that came in time after the War.  Considering that my older brother and I were
on the receiving end of the strap, we should be the ones that saw all the
negative, but I guess we were grateful we survived and looked for the more
positive things in life.  When my father was dying, she tried to make a saint
out of him, she did not remember all the beatings my brother and I got, they
were not part of her memory.   Anyway, I may add part of that to my memoirs, but
I would rather think of the good things that happened in my life, and there
certainly were a lot of them.    We were far from poor, we were raised in a
wealthy Town and was considered upper middle class.   During the depression my
father lost his job and they then lost their home that my father and mother
built with their own hands.  We had to move into our Grandfather house.  He was
widowed and we looked after him at the same time.   At night my father would
work in the basement making wooden toys for us kids so we would have things for
Christmas.   So there was some good in him and I guess she remembered all those
things.   I remember the later years more then those, but that is another thing
I had forgotten about until I started writing this.   He did work hard to make a
living for us.  My father went back to work shortly after I was born, and even
though we had to have rationing during the war, we never had to go without
anything.   I wish I had time to read more of my sisters book, because I never
got to any part that was so sad, unless she was referring to her marriage years.
Maybe she was unhappy with her choice?   I know she is happy being single again
and makes no bones about doing as she well pleases and answering to no one.  I
am very thankful that I can see the brighter side of life rather then through
her eyes.
--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 74 going to 85, we got a good rain overnight,I don't have to water today.
>
> Norma, every person has a different view of their life, maybe your sister only
printed the bad times. I have a sister like that, very pessimistic. She was 5th
of 7 kids and the only one who was adversely affected by her childhood years.
She was the only one who felt the need to go to AlAnon because of my parents
drinking when she was young.  She was also the only one that has a weight
problem, which she created herself by yoyo dieting since puberty.She has three
kids, none born healthy, the first and last had too much growth hormone, their
youngest son was born the week before my oldest grandson and he was amost 5 ft.
when he started school. Their middle child was born with asthma and allergies to
almost everything, he's the sickly one who is sverage height and weight because
he's been on a restricted diet all his life. She thinks that she grew up
deprived of material goods so she has bought her kids everything that they want
and everything that she thinks they want and everything that she wants for them.
She's miserable, she thought money could buy happiness but she learned
different.
>
>
>
>
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > I can tell you this, things that even I had forgotten about are spewing
forth and the more I write the more I know the younger generation could not
possibly understand how things were in the thirties and forties or even the
fifties.  When my sister wrote hers, I only read part of it because I ran out of
time, but, she said that when her children read hers they cried.   Now, I gotta
tell, you, that the more I write, the more fun and good times come to mind, and
I am enjoying my youth a second time.   I cannot image what she wrote that they
though was so sad = she was raised in the same house with me and had the same
good life I had.   If we were poor, we didn't know it, and we lived in a little
rich town which told me, we had to have been at least middle class.   We always
had food on the table, clothes to wear and sometimes we put cardboard in the
hole in our shoes, but that was until the next pay day when Mom would take us to
get our new shoes.  Anyway, I guess we all see thing in a different light.
> > Now - my fun for today.  Yesterday Geo. saw a large black snake inside the
pool enclosure.   He had the door open to add water, and that little bugger
found his way in.   He also found his way out, because by the time I was ready
to go in, he was nowhere to be found. Well, this afternoon, I walked out the
kitchen door to the garage and I looked to make sure none were lurking, because
many times, when we leave the big door open, they can come in.  All clear, so I
was walking along the isle between the car and the storage shelves and pow, all
of a sudden I head something hit the floor and right in front of me was a little
pigmy rattler.   I startled the heck out of him and he was squirming like crazy
to get away from me and I was loosing my balance trying to find a place to put
my foot down and not step on him.   Thank goodness he was more afraid of me then
my balance was off, because when I finally got my foot down, which I was sure
was going to be with a squish (barefoot) he was gone.  I haven't found that
little sucker since.   I have no idea where he came from and I have no idea
where he disappeared to, but I do know that I will never walk along the car
again without checking everything more carefully.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > That sounds like a great project, Norma.  Sounds like you got lost in it. 
I would love to have a book from my grandmother or mother about their life.   
Sounds like something perhaps we should all think about.
> > >
> > > Pretty boring forecast here. HOT and STORMS.  It is the forecast for the
next week.  Every day that was what it said.  Stormed last night.  Not bad
though.  Today it is so damp already, but it is cloudy so maybe it won't get as
hot.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > FamilyTwigs
> > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > >
> >
>

82 deg. this morning with a high of 92.   Doesn't look as humid this morning,
but I haven't stepped outside yet.    Got to run an errand this morning, so may
do some browsing while I am out.   Not sure yet where I want to go to browse.
Sheri - my younger brother was 9 years younger then I, and was raised like an
only child, but he and I always got along great.  Actually, I got along with
both my brothers very nicely, it was and still is just my sister.   Part of her
problem is that she can easily see what everyone else does wrong and find fault
with what they do, but she can never see that she makes mistakes too so that
means, she can't forgive others because they don't measure up to her.   At least
that is the way I see it.  She has never gotten along with my sister-in law. 
She says she runs hot and cold. Sometimes she is friendly and sometime she is
rude to her.   What my sister does not realize is that my s-i-l has tried to be
friendly with her for sixty years, but every time my sister does something
stupid that hurts my s-i-l, she cools down to being friendly.   For my brothers
sake, she has never really told her what she thinks of her, but now that my
brother has passed away, my sister has broken all ties with her completely and
so my  s-i-l will let sleeping dogs lie.
I could easily tell my sister what the problem is, but then I would become the
enemy also.  I don't want to go through that again.   Years ago we didn't speak
for ten years and I found that almost as difficult as trying to be friends with
her.   Besides, it is easier to be close to your enemy and know what they are up
to.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@...> wrote:
>
>
> I'm between storms right now.  There are many more coming our way.  Looks like
a very noisy night.
>
> My neighbor moved out today.   It will be very quiet for a while.  Nice.  Her
moving was not so good.  She is very ill and can not stay alone.  So she is in a
nursing home for now.   Most of her family lives in North Carolina.  She was
born and raised there.  Came here with her husband.
>
> I have been transcribing deeds and court records that the group has sent.  I
hate old handwriting.  <sigh>  Some of it is little better than chicken
scratches.  I want them typed out and organized.  So it will take a while.  Nice
to have them!  So I won't complain. . . . at least not much :o)
>
> I can't say much about your sisters attitude.  My sister and I are 17 years
apart.  She was the baby and spoiled by all of us.  She remembers only bad
times.  It will never be good enough for her . . .  you get the idea.  I know
what to stay away from to get along with her.  Love her but her attitude
sometimes makes me nuts.
>
>
> FamilyTwigs
> aka. Sheri Bush
> Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
>

67 with a high of 83, rained last night, sunny now

We could write a book about sisters, lol.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> 82 deg. this morning with a high of 92.   Doesn't look as humid this morning,
but I haven't stepped outside yet.    Got to run an errand this morning, so may
do some browsing while I am out.   Not sure yet where I want to go to browse.
> Sheri - my younger brother was 9 years younger then I, and was raised like an
only child, but he and I always got along great.  Actually, I got along with
both my brothers very nicely, it was and still is just my sister.   Part of her
problem is that she can easily see what everyone else does wrong and find fault
with what they do, but she can never see that she makes mistakes too so that
means, she can't forgive others because they don't measure up to her.   At least
that is the way I see it.  She has never gotten along with my sister-in law. 
She says she runs hot and cold. Sometimes she is friendly and sometime she is
rude to her.   What my sister does not realize is that my s-i-l has tried to be
friendly with her for sixty years, but every time my sister does something
stupid that hurts my s-i-l, she cools down to being friendly.   For my brothers
sake, she has never really told her what she thinks of her, but now that my
brother has passed away, my sister has broken all ties with her completely and
so my  s-i-l will let sleeping dogs lie.
> I could easily tell my sister what the problem is, but then I would become the
enemy also.  I don't want to go through that again.   Years ago we didn't speak
for ten years and I found that almost as difficult as trying to be friends with
her.   Besides, it is easier to be close to your enemy and know what they are up
to.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> >
> >
> > I'm between storms right now.  There are many more coming our way.  Looks
like a very noisy night.
> >
> > My neighbor moved out today.   It will be very quiet for a while.  Nice. 
Her moving was not so good.  She is very ill and can not stay alone.  So she is
in a nursing home for now.   Most of her family lives in North Carolina.  She
was born and raised there.  Came here with her husband.
> >
> > I have been transcribing deeds and court records that the group has sent.  I
hate old handwriting.  <sigh>  Some of it is little better than chicken
scratches.  I want them typed out and organized.  So it will take a while.  Nice
to have them!  So I won't complain. . . . at least not much :o)
> >
> > I can't say much about your sisters attitude.  My sister and I are 17 years
apart.  She was the baby and spoiled by all of us.  She remembers only bad
times.  It will never be good enough for her . . .  you get the idea.  I know
what to stay away from to get along with her.  Love her but her attitude
sometimes makes me nuts.
> >
> >
> > FamilyTwigs
> > aka. Sheri Bush
> > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> >
>

Lol - so true, so true, but I can't waste time on a blister, I need all my time
and energy on my memoirs right now.    I used to think that if I wrote a book
about her, it might release pent up feelings, but the more I understand her, the
less the need.  Old age and retirement should be a happy time and I am trying to
do my best to enjoy it.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 67 with a high of 83, rained last night, sunny now
>
> We could write a book about sisters, lol.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > 82 deg. this morning with a high of 92.   Doesn't look as humid this
morning, but I haven't stepped outside yet.    Got to run an errand this
morning, so may do some browsing while I am out.   Not sure yet where I want to
go to browse.
> > Sheri - my younger brother was 9 years younger then I, and was raised like
an only child, but he and I always got along great.  Actually, I got along with
both my brothers very nicely, it was and still is just my sister.   Part of her
problem is that she can easily see what everyone else does wrong and find fault
with what they do, but she can never see that she makes mistakes too so that
means, she can't forgive others because they don't measure up to her.   At least
that is the way I see it.  She has never gotten along with my sister-in law. 
She says she runs hot and cold. Sometimes she is friendly and sometime she is
rude to her.   What my sister does not realize is that my s-i-l has tried to be
friendly with her for sixty years, but every time my sister does something
stupid that hurts my s-i-l, she cools down to being friendly.   For my brothers
sake, she has never really told her what she thinks of her, but now that my
brother has passed away, my sister has broken all ties with her completely and
so my  s-i-l will let sleeping dogs lie.
> > I could easily tell my sister what the problem is, but then I would become
the enemy also.  I don't want to go through that again.   Years ago we didn't
speak for ten years and I found that almost as difficult as trying to be friends
with her.   Besides, it is easier to be close to your enemy and know what they
are up to.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > I'm between storms right now.  There are many more coming our way.  Looks
like a very noisy night.
> > >
> > > My neighbor moved out today.   It will be very quiet for a while.  Nice. 
Her moving was not so good.  She is very ill and can not stay alone.  So she is
in a nursing home for now.   Most of her family lives in North Carolina.  She
was born and raised there.  Came here with her husband.
> > >
> > > I have been transcribing deeds and court records that the group has sent. 
I hate old handwriting.  <sigh>  Some of it is little better than chicken
scratches.  I want them typed out and organized.  So it will take a while.  Nice
to have them!  So I won't complain. . . . at least not much :o)
> > >
> > > I can't say much about your sisters attitude.  My sister and I are 17
years apart.  She was the baby and spoiled by all of us.  She remembers only bad
times.  It will never be good enough for her . . .  you get the idea.  I know
what to stay away from to get along with her.  Love her but her attitude
sometimes makes me nuts.
> > >
> > >
> > > FamilyTwigs
> > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > >
> >
>

I forgot to mention that the "cousin" from George's Scott family has yet to get
back to me.    However, I believe he got from me, what he needed and he did
mention being busy.  So I googled him and found out that he practiced Law in New
Hampshire for twenty years, and then decided to take a sabbatical to pursue
computer programming, something that had been a hobby of his.  He recently
returned to the Law, working part time at the Supreme Court as a staff attorney,
so I guess that is what keeps him busy.   I googled his father, grandfather and
GrGrandfather and they all are listed in Wikipedia as famous Attorneys, so he
has quite a background.   It was his GRGrGrandfather that was the fifteen
president of Rutgers University.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 67 with a high of 83, rained last night, sunny now
>
> We could write a book about sisters, lol.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > 82 deg. this morning with a high of 92.   Doesn't look as humid this
morning, but I haven't stepped outside yet.    Got to run an errand this
morning, so may do some browsing while I am out.   Not sure yet where I want to
go to browse.
> > Sheri - my younger brother was 9 years younger then I, and was raised like
an only child, but he and I always got along great.  Actually, I got along with
both my brothers very nicely, it was and still is just my sister.   Part of her
problem is that she can easily see what everyone else does wrong and find fault
with what they do, but she can never see that she makes mistakes too so that
means, she can't forgive others because they don't measure up to her.   At least
that is the way I see it.  She has never gotten along with my sister-in law. 
She says she runs hot and cold. Sometimes she is friendly and sometime she is
rude to her.   What my sister does not realize is that my s-i-l has tried to be
friendly with her for sixty years, but every time my sister does something
stupid that hurts my s-i-l, she cools down to being friendly.   For my brothers
sake, she has never really told her what she thinks of her, but now that my
brother has passed away, my sister has broken all ties with her completely and
so my  s-i-l will let sleeping dogs lie.
> > I could easily tell my sister what the problem is, but then I would become
the enemy also.  I don't want to go through that again.   Years ago we didn't
speak for ten years and I found that almost as difficult as trying to be friends
with her.   Besides, it is easier to be close to your enemy and know what they
are up to.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > I'm between storms right now.  There are many more coming our way.  Looks
like a very noisy night.
> > >
> > > My neighbor moved out today.   It will be very quiet for a while.  Nice. 
Her moving was not so good.  She is very ill and can not stay alone.  So she is
in a nursing home for now.   Most of her family lives in North Carolina.  She
was born and raised there.  Came here with her husband.
> > >
> > > I have been transcribing deeds and court records that the group has sent. 
I hate old handwriting.  <sigh>  Some of it is little better than chicken
scratches.  I want them typed out and organized.  So it will take a while.  Nice
to have them!  So I won't complain. . . . at least not much :o)
> > >
> > > I can't say much about your sisters attitude.  My sister and I are 17
years apart.  She was the baby and spoiled by all of us.  She remembers only bad
times.  It will never be good enough for her . . .  you get the idea.  I know
what to stay away from to get along with her.  Love her but her attitude
sometimes makes me nuts.
> > >
> > >
> > > FamilyTwigs
> > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > >
> >
>

Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down generation to
generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the chain until I
found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the railroad. My
grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family garden and bees
and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and came home and
took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't inherited the
farming gene although they grew up with a garden.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@...> wrote:
>
>
> Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of them......LOLOL! 
Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's still time.
>
> Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat of bad
storms until at least Thursday.
>
>
> Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year this
time.......
>
>
>
>
>
> FamilyTwigs
> aka. Sheri Bush
> Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
>

I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from farming. 
My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew tomatoes, green
peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident comes to mind and
will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we lived at my
Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year, so Dad
decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat rationing.  Mom
would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves of bread and soak
it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left overs.   He was like a
garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and started to look "ready" so
Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on Sunday morning he would kill
the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone knew it happened.  
Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He thought if he hit it
over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.   So he hit him and
the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the neighborhood.  Didn't
even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again and each time he hit
him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running around the pen.  
Finally, the guy across the street came running over and yelled, "shoulder him
Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is that going to do, I've
hit him on the head enough times to kill him several times over."  So the
neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and cut the pig in the
shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a sound and died
instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the neighborhood knew
we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank goodness for the
neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and later cut it up.  
We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at farming again.   He was
a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.


--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down generation to
generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the chain until I
found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the railroad. My
grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family garden and bees
and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and came home and
took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't inherited the
farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> >
> >
> > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> >
> > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat of bad
storms until at least Thursday.
> >
> >
> > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year this
time.......
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > FamilyTwigs
> > aka. Sheri Bush
> > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> >
>

73with a high of 85, muggy

Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were going out
the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of pigs that
got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the car while
she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey, sooooey" as
loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running toward her,
she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and  we took
off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they were
back home.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from farming.
My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew tomatoes, green
peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident comes to mind and
will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we lived at my
Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year, so Dad
decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat rationing.  Mom
would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves of bread and soak
it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left overs.   He was like a
garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and started to look "ready" so
Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on Sunday morning he would kill
the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone knew it happened.  
Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He thought if he hit it
over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.   So he hit him and
the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the neighborhood.  Didn't
even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again and each time he hit
him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running around the pen.  
Finally, the guy across the street came running over and yelled, "shoulder him
Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is that going to do, I've
hit him on the head enough times to kill him several times over."  So the
neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and cut the pig in the
shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a sound and died
instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the neighborhood knew
we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank goodness for the
neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and later cut it up.  
We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at farming again.   He was
a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
>
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@> wrote:
> >
> > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down generation
to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the chain until
I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the railroad. My
grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family garden and bees
and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and came home and
took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't inherited the
farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > >
> > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat of bad
storms until at least Thursday.
> > >
> > >
> > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year this
time.......
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > FamilyTwigs
> > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > >
> >
>

That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 73with a high of 85, muggy
>
> Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were going out
the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of pigs that
got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the car while
she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey, sooooey" as
loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running toward her,
she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and  we took
off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they were
back home.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from
farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> >
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > >
> > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down generation
to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the chain until
I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the railroad. My
grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family garden and bees
and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and came home and
took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't inherited the
farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > >
> > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat of
bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year this
time.......
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > FamilyTwigs
> > > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

It's stories like these that I think are funny and think are worth passing on in
my memoirs.   Some of it gives us insite to what things were like in our
childhood, plus it shows that all was not peaches and roses, everyone was still
learning.    I think my sisters started when she got married and went forward
from there.
My life did not start when I got married, I had nineteen years before that when
I was foot loose and fancy free and enjoying life.   And I still think that over
all, they were mostly good.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@> wrote:
> >
> > 73with a high of 85, muggy
> >
> > Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were going
out the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of pigs
that got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the car
while she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey,
sooooey" as loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running
toward her, she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and 
we took off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they
were back home.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > >
> > > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from
farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> > >
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > >
> > > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down
generation to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the
chain until I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the
railroad. My grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family
garden and bees and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and
came home and took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't
inherited the farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > > >
> > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > > >
> > > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat of
bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year this
time.......
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > FamilyTwigs
> > > > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

82 this morning with another hot and muggy day in store for us.   We were going
to go to West Palm Beach tomorrow to visit with b-i-l, but weather forcasters
are showing that tropical depression southeast of  Florida should be directly
over the Southern part of the State on Friday.   I see no need to drive down
into rain, have it rain all while we are there and then drive back out of it to
come home, when we can stay home and have intermitten showers if we get any at
all.
I will use it as a day to play, since I planned to be away anyway.
I have some embroidery to do, I want to try to finish my scanning, so it will
not be wasted.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> It's stories like these that I think are funny and think are worth passing on
in my memoirs.   Some of it gives us insite to what things were like in our
childhood, plus it shows that all was not peaches and roses, everyone was still
learning.    I think my sisters started when she got married and went forward
from there.
> My life did not start when I got married, I had nineteen years before that
when I was foot loose and fancy free and enjoying life.   And I still think that
over all, they were mostly good.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > >
> > > 73with a high of 85, muggy
> > >
> > > Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were going
out the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of pigs
that got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the car
while she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey,
sooooey" as loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running
toward her, she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and 
we took off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they
were back home.
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > >
> > > > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from
farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > > > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down
generation to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the
chain until I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the
railroad. My grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family
garden and bees and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and
came home and took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't
inherited the farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > > > >
> > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat
of bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year
this time.......
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > FamilyTwigs
> > > > > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > > > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

72, high of 87, storms tonight

I worked on my loyalist blog for a while yesterday,this morning. I've just
joined the Mr. Tweet genealogy group on Twitter.
I am going to bake some zuccinni friendship bread this afternoon.



--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> It's stories like these that I think are funny and think are worth passing on
in my memoirs.   Some of it gives us insite to what things were like in our
childhood, plus it shows that all was not peaches and roses, everyone was still
learning.    I think my sisters started when she got married and went forward
from there.
> My life did not start when I got married, I had nineteen years before that
when I was foot loose and fancy free and enjoying life.   And I still think that
over all, they were mostly good.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > >
> > > 73with a high of 85, muggy
> > >
> > > Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were going
out the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of pigs
that got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the car
while she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey,
sooooey" as loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running
toward her, she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and 
we took off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they
were back home.
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > >
> > > > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from
farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > > > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down
generation to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the
chain until I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the
railroad. My grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family
garden and bees and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and
came home and took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't
inherited the farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > > > >
> > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat
of bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year
this time.......
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > FamilyTwigs
> > > > > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > > > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

80, high of 91, weatherman says the dew point today is the highest he's seen in
years at 79,oppressive humidity,storms tonight, same tomorrow.

I'm going to stay inside today and ignore the heat. I won't be able to tomorrow,
we have a pig roast to go to, maybe we'll just go get a plate to go, lol.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
>
> 72, high of 87, storms tonight
>
> I worked on my loyalist blog for a while yesterday,this morning. I've just
joined the Mr. Tweet genealogy group on Twitter.
> I am going to bake some zuccinni friendship bread this afternoon.
>
>
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> >
> > It's stories like these that I think are funny and think are worth passing
on in my memoirs.   Some of it gives us insite to what things were like in our
childhood, plus it shows that all was not peaches and roses, everyone was still
learning.    I think my sisters started when she got married and went forward
from there.
> > My life did not start when I got married, I had nineteen years before that
when I was foot loose and fancy free and enjoying life.   And I still think that
over all, they were mostly good.
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > >
> > > That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > >
> > > > 73with a high of 85, muggy
> > > >
> > > > Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were
going out the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of
pigs that got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the
car while she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey,
sooooey" as loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running
toward her, she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and 
we took off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they
were back home.
> > > >
> > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get from
farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > > > > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down
generation to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the
chain until I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the
railroad. My grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family
garden and bees and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and
came home and took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't
inherited the farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@> wrote:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under threat
of bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next year
this time.......
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > FamilyTwigs
> > > > > > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > > > > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

83 deg. this morning with a high of 92 - 80% humiudity, that is pretty normal
for this time of the year.   Possible rain showers if the squals from T.S.
Bonnie can reach this far North.
Have a little dusting to do this morning or rearrange the dust as Sheri says and
then I am ready to try to finish my scanning.
I found some interesting information on the Irish heritage yesterday, I will
pass on to you Earline and if you have any Irish ancestors - Sheri also.    I
thought I had found the parents of my Timothy Sullivan in the County Kerry
Parish records.   One thing that threw me off was that if it was her, she seemed
to be having children well past her forties and into her late fifties.  I
figured it had to be another couple with the same name? if that is possible.  
Anyway, what I learned was that back in the early 1800's it was not uncommon for
a couple to marry very young, like when the female was only twelve or thirteen
and the male maybe eighteen.   Her child bearing years would then be a much
longer period - like for 37 - 38 years.
So when I found the births of their children with  nearly a 40 year span, it was
correct.   Those poor mothers, with little to no birth control, having to bear
children the majority of their lives.  No wonder so many died so young, they
were worn out.  I guess if they lived past menapause, they had it made.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 80, high of 91, weatherman says the dew point today is the highest he's seen
in years at 79,oppressive humidity,storms tonight, same tomorrow.
>
> I'm going to stay inside today and ignore the heat. I won't be able to
tomorrow, we have a pig roast to go to, maybe we'll just go get a plate to go,
lol.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@> wrote:
> >
> >
> > 72, high of 87, storms tonight
> >
> > I worked on my loyalist blog for a while yesterday,this morning. I've just
joined the Mr. Tweet genealogy group on Twitter.
> > I am going to bake some zuccinni friendship bread this afternoon.
> >
> >
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > >
> > > It's stories like these that I think are funny and think are worth passing
on in my memoirs.   Some of it gives us insite to what things were like in our
childhood, plus it shows that all was not peaches and roses, everyone was still
learning.    I think my sisters started when she got married and went forward
from there.
> > > My life did not start when I got married, I had nineteen years before that
when I was foot loose and fancy free and enjoying life.   And I still think that
over all, they were mostly good.
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > >
> > > > That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.
> > > >
> > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > 73with a high of 85, muggy
> > > > >
> > > > > Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were
going out the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of
pigs that got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the
car while she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey,
sooooey" as loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running
toward her, she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and 
we took off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they
were back home.
> > > > >
> > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get
from farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > > > > > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc"
<earlinebradt@> wrote:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down
generation to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the
chain until I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the
railroad. My grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family
garden and bees and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and
came home and took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't
inherited the farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@>
wrote:
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under
threat of bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next
year this time.......
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > FamilyTwigs
> > > > > > > > aka. Sheri Bush
> > > > > > > > Chat  MSN: mytwigs@hotmailContact Me
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
>

I envy you Earline with your pig roast.   I haven't been to one of those for a
good many years, but they are always the best.   Went to one when we lived in
Hawaii and they cooked it in the emu (ground), went to a few in North Carolina
when we were active with the shriners.  The Carolina sauce is different from
other versions.   Carolina has a vinegar type dressing, in Virginia - they use
the red, sweet sauce like Texas.  No matter the dressing, they are all so great
just off the spit and fresh pulled.   Enjoy!!!

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 80, high of 91, weatherman says the dew point today is the highest he's seen
in years at 79,oppressive humidity,storms tonight, same tomorrow.
>
> I'm going to stay inside today and ignore the heat. I won't be able to
tomorrow, we have a pig roast to go to, maybe we'll just go get a plate to go,
lol.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@> wrote:
> >
> >
> > 72, high of 87, storms tonight
> >
> > I worked on my loyalist blog for a while yesterday,this morning. I've just
joined the Mr. Tweet genealogy group on Twitter.
> > I am going to bake some zuccinni friendship bread this afternoon.
> >
> >
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > >
> > > It's stories like these that I think are funny and think are worth passing
on in my memoirs.   Some of it gives us insite to what things were like in our
childhood, plus it shows that all was not peaches and roses, everyone was still
learning.    I think my sisters started when she got married and went forward
from there.
> > > My life did not start when I got married, I had nineteen years before that
when I was foot loose and fancy free and enjoying life.   And I still think that
over all, they were mostly good.
> > >
> > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > >
> > > > That has to be scarey - when we were stationed in Norfolk, Va., we had a
neighbor that kept some Moscovey ducks - I don't remember how many but at least
three or four.  They wandered loose all the time and did their business on my
front sidewalk and were just plain messy.  They had one duck that must have been
the protector for the others, because every  morning when I would take kim to
school and then go to work, we had to make a mad dash to the car to beat that
dam* duck.   As soon as he saw us the wings went out and he was a running.  I
complained to the neighbor numerous times, but I really think he was mentally
challenged and nothing was ever done about it.
> > > >
> > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@>
wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > 73with a high of 85, muggy
> > > > >
> > > > > Norma, that is a really funny story. I have a pig story too, we were
going out the door to go to church when I was about six and there was a herd of
pigs that got loose from a nearby farm in our yard. My mom told us to get in the
car while she went out to get rid of the pigs. She started calling "soooeey,
sooooey" as loud as she could to scare them away. Well, they all started running
toward her, she was calling them. She hopped into the car as fast as can be and 
we took off. By the time we got home the farmer had rounded them all up and they
were back home.
> > > > >
> > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@> wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I have to tell you two, that my family was as far as you can get
from farming.  My father did have a victory garden during the war where he grew
tomatoes, green peppers and string beans.   That is it.   But this incident
comes to mind and will have to go into my memory book.  During the years we
lived at my Grandfathers, one of our neighbors had a pig they raised each year,
so Dad decided we could raise a pig.   Would help during with the meat
rationing.  Mom would go once a week to the day-old bread store and get loaves
of bread and soak it with water for slop for the pig to eat along with left
overs.   He was like a garbage disposal for us..   That pig got real big and
started to look "ready" so Dad decided that while everyone was at Church on
Sunday morning he would kill the pig "quietly" and have it done before anyone
knew it happened.   Unfortunately, no one told him how to kill the pig.  He
thought if he hit it over the head with a sledge hammer it would kill the pig.  
So he hit him and the pig squealed so loud he could be heard all over the
neighborhood.  Didn't even faze him.   So Pop hit him again and again and again
and each time he hit him the pig squealed all the louder and keep on running
around the pen.   Finally, the guy across the street came running over and
yelled, "shoulder him Bill, shoulder him".   My father said, what the heck is
that going to do, I've hit him on the head enough times to kill him several
times over."  So the neighbor told him to get a large knife, and he took it and
cut the pig in the shoulder area to get to the heart.  The pig never made a
sound and died instantly.   My mother hid in the house, but every one in the
neighborhood knew we killed a pig and most of them were watching.  Thank
goodness for the neighbor, he then helped Dad hang the pig and drain him and
later cut it up.   We never had another pig or Dad never tried his hand at
farming again.   He was a "Millwright" Machinist, as was his father.
> > > > > > That was one story dear old Dad never lived down.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc"
<earlinebradt@> wrote:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Norma, the only family businesses that my ancestors passed down
generation to generation was farming. I thought my great-grandfather broke the
chain until I found out that he farmed for twenty years after retiring from the
railroad. My grandfather worked for the railroad but he always had a family
garden and bees and my father was a  part-time farmer, he worked at Ford's and
came home and took care of our garden, we had a roadside stand. My boys haven't
inherited the farming gene although they grew up with a garden.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, Sheri Bush <mytwigs@>
wrote:
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Wow.  Nice.  If only my ancestors could have afforded one of
them......LOLOL!  Just kidding.  I haven't found anyone too bad yet.  There's
still time.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Was nice this morning but is really heating up fast.  Under
threat of bad storms until at least Thursday.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Still transcribing court docs.  May be doing that still next
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Wekve had a couple of severe storms already, the first one we got 1 1/4 inch,
the second another 2 inches. It is going to be going on all night like this.
Neighbour has a tree down, branch hanging from his tree out by the street, he
moved both of his cars onto the street hoping that the limb will fall and hit
one, lol. Our sweet corn was flattened, it would have been ready to pick next
week.
Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry

Well, the corn is straightened up but it was starting to grow upright yesterday
and now the stalks have to straighten up. We got another 3 inches of rain
overnight!
Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry

69 with a high in the low 80's,rain this morning ending soon, the heat wave is
finally over here!

Norma I hope you're feeling better.
I think we're going to try and straighten out the corn today, it's not wilting
so the roots are okay. There's only about 120 stalks. I haven't been out to see
what kind of damage the corn fields on the farms have yet, but if it's like mine
it's almost a total loss, they can't go out and straighten them up. My b-i-l has
feed corn for his pigs I hope it's okay,

My butterfly bushes are leaning over the pond, they were almost uprooted, we'll
have to try and fix them too.

The pig roast went really well last night,  there was tons of food, live band,
swimming, raffles, anice breeze and no rain. It was hosted by my d-i-l, my niece
and nephew, a fundraiser for their grandmother to help pay for funeral expenses,
etc. My son is still staying with his grandmother, the whole family is so proud
of him and how he is helping his grandmother out and they have been thanking me
for letting the boys continue to be a part of their family after their father
and I divorced. The boys are closer to their father's family than they are my
family.

I finally met my sons' half-brother and his family from Ottawa. He won a dirt
bike but has to figure out how to get it home now. The three boys are going
paintballing today.


--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, no2more@... wrote:
>
> We had rain on and off all afternoon yesterday.   Sometimes with  strong
> winds, but nothing damaging.   Sorry to hear about your corn  Earline, that is
> heartbreaking to do all that work and get down to picking time  to have
> that happen.    Do you think any of it can be  salvaged?   Tell your neighbor
> to be careful what he wishes  for.    Red tape can be more frustrating then
> driving an old  car.
>
> Going to transplant some volunteer trees this morning and then cool down in
>  the pool.   After that, I am going to try to finish my scanning  today.
> Yesterday I managed to have a gall bladder attack so did very  little in the
> afternoon except drink water and try to soothe my  pain.    Took a
> tranquilizer and slept like a baby last night and  today all seems well.
>
>
> In a message dated 7/23/2010 9:13:50 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> earlinebradt@... writes:
>
>
>
>
> Wekve had a couple of severe storms already, the first one we got 1 1/4
> inch, the second another 2 inches. It is going to be going on all night like
> this. Neighbour has a tree down, branch hanging from his tree out by the
> street, he moved both of his cars onto the street hoping that the limb will
> fall and hit one, lol. Our sweet corn was flattened, it would have been ready
>  to pick next week.
> Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with  BlackBerry
>

76 deg. this morning with a high of 92, high humidity as usual.  Going to be
humid walking, but I think it will stay cool enough until after we get back. 
Found some more data input yesterday while going through the scanning pile.   A
letter from the Genealogist Ihad worked with up in New Brunswick sent me
corrections on dates from my translations of the Latin/French from the Druin
collection,  dated back in 1998.   I corrected part of them and must have been
distracted.   Yesterday I finished the last of them.  Better late then never. 
This was on my Bernard/Savoie line.   One family had three sets of twins.  
Another daughter in the family had a set of twins, so that line had a lot of
multiple births which appears to have ended with them.   Thank goodness.
I feeling much better Earline, those attacks usually only last about four or
five hours.   This one was a little more stubborn, but I took a tranquilizer and
went to bed and in the morning I felt great.   Slept like a log.
Between rains, storms, heat and droughts, all farming is taking a hit this year.
Vegetables will go sky high with everything else.
We went out Saturday morning to get a new hibicus to replace one that did not
make it this year, and they did not have the one I wanted.   The one that died
was a double in a peach color.    Daughter says not to buy one, she has two that
are getting to big for her pots so can't keep them much longer.   She keeps them
on her deck in the summer and brings them indoors for the winter.   When we go
up in Oct. she will trim them back for transporting.
Sheri, do you have membership in Heritage Quest or the Godfrey Memorial Library?
Those are two places along with Google where you can get information on early
families through History books etc.   Just wondering if that would help with
your Brock family.    I did a quick search yesterday and only came up with one
Brock family in Canada.   Wrong years for your Brocks.

--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@...> wrote:
>
> 69 with a high in the low 80's,rain this morning ending soon, the heat wave is
finally over here!
>
> Norma I hope you're feeling better.
> I think we're going to try and straighten out the corn today, it's not wilting
so the roots are okay. There's only about 120 stalks. I haven't been out to see
what kind of damage the corn fields on the farms have yet, but if it's like mine
it's almost a total loss, they can't go out and straighten them up. My b-i-l has
feed corn for his pigs I hope it's okay,
>
> My butterfly bushes are leaning over the pond, they were almost uprooted,
we'll have to try and fix them too.
>
> The pig roast went really well last night,  there was tons of food, live band,
swimming, raffles, anice breeze and no rain. It was hosted by my d-i-l, my niece
and nephew, a fundraiser for their grandmother to help pay for funeral expenses,
etc. My son is still staying with his grandmother, the whole family is so proud
of him and how he is helping his grandmother out and they have been thanking me
for letting the boys continue to be a part of their family after their father
and I divorced. The boys are closer to their father's family than they are my
family.
>
> I finally met my sons' half-brother and his family from Ottawa. He won a dirt
bike but has to figure out how to get it home now. The three boys are going
paintballing today.
>
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, no2more@ wrote:
> >
> > We had rain on and off all afternoon yesterday.   Sometimes with  strong
> > winds, but nothing damaging.   Sorry to hear about your corn  Earline, that
is
> > heartbreaking to do all that work and get down to picking time  to have
> > that happen.    Do you think any of it can be  salvaged?   Tell your
neighbor
> > to be careful what he wishes  for.    Red tape can be more frustrating then
> > driving an old  car.
> >
> > Going to transplant some volunteer trees this morning and then cool down in
> >  the pool.   After that, I am going to try to finish my scanning  today.
> > Yesterday I managed to have a gall bladder attack so did very  little in the
> > afternoon except drink water and try to soothe my  pain.    Took a
> > tranquilizer and slept like a baby last night and  today all seems well.
> >
> >
> > In a message dated 7/23/2010 9:13:50 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> > earlinebradt@ writes:
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Wekve had a couple of severe storms already, the first one we got 1 1/4
> > inch, the second another 2 inches. It is going to be going on all night like
> > this. Neighbour has a tree down, branch hanging from his tree out by the
> > street, he moved both of his cars onto the street hoping that the limb will
> > fall and hit one, lol. Our sweet corn was flattened, it would have been
ready
> >  to pick next week.
> > Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with  BlackBerry
> >
>

73, high of 84, sunny, dry

I don't know what's going on with the messages, my email message, which I sent a
few hours later than my message I posted on the site, got here first.

The dogs dug a hole about a foot deep by the deck to lie in, and the ground is
so saturated that there's still a puddle in it and we have really sandy soil.
I'm glad our basement walls don't leak.It's finally cool enough to put up the
fence but it's too wet to put the posts in. Hopefully it will be dry enough on
the weekend.

I have to wait for it to dry up a bit and I'll be out weeding again this
afternoon, maybe I'll get finished in the veg. garden today. The hail damaged
our Swiss chard but it grows fast. I'm still waiting for the heirloom tomatoes,a
pur;le one is ripening, it's dark green and a muddy kind of red, doen't look
very appetizing yet. One plant just started flowering, it is slow-maturing, I
hope our growing season is long enough,it takes 90 days,the others are 72, if
not I'll have to protect it from frost.

I am gathering up all of the microfilm roll #s I need that are available for ILL
and request them this week. I have to get Elgin County death records for
1882-1890 to look for my 2nd great-grandfather, Benjamin Haines' death record
for my certification. I don't know what year he died in but he was alive for the
Elgin County 1881 census and his wife was widowed for the 1891 census. Family
researchers always put his death date as 1885 or 1886 but no-one knows for sure
or where he was buried. His wife is in Rodney Cemetery, Elgin County, she died
in 1892, so I imagine he's there too.








--- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "Norma" <no2more@...> wrote:
>
> 76 deg. this morning with a high of 92, high humidity as usual.  Going to be
humid walking, but I think it will stay cool enough until after we get back. 
Found some more data input yesterday while going through the scanning pile.   A
letter from the Genealogist Ihad worked with up in New Brunswick sent me
corrections on dates from my translations of the Latin/French from the Druin
collection,  dated back in 1998.   I corrected part of them and must have been
distracted.   Yesterday I finished the last of them.  Better late then never. 
This was on my Bernard/Savoie line.   One family had three sets of twins.  
Another daughter in the family had a set of twins, so that line had a lot of
multiple births which appears to have ended with them.   Thank goodness.
> I feeling much better Earline, those attacks usually only last about four or
five hours.   This one was a little more stubborn, but I took a tranquilizer and
went to bed and in the morning I felt great.   Slept like a log.
> Between rains, storms, heat and droughts, all farming is taking a hit this
year.   Vegetables will go sky high with everything else.
> We went out Saturday morning to get a new hibicus to replace one that did not
make it this year, and they did not have the one I wanted.   The one that died
was a double in a peach color.    Daughter says not to buy one, she has two that
are getting to big for her pots so can't keep them much longer.   She keeps them
on her deck in the summer and brings them indoors for the winter.   When we go
up in Oct. she will trim them back for transporting.
> Sheri, do you have membership in Heritage Quest or the Godfrey Memorial
Library?   Those are two places along with Google where you can get information
on early families through History books etc.   Just wondering if that would help
with your Brock family.    I did a quick search yesterday and only came up with
one Brock family in Canada.   Wrong years for your Brocks.
>
> --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, "gramma2lkkmc" <earlinebradt@> wrote:
> >
> > 69 with a high in the low 80's,rain this morning ending soon, the heat wave
is finally over here!
> >
> > Norma I hope you're feeling better.
> > I think we're going to try and straighten out the corn today, it's not
wilting so the roots are okay. There's only about 120 stalks. I haven't been out
to see what kind of damage the corn fields on the farms have yet, but if it's
like mine it's almost a total loss, they can't go out and straighten them up. My
b-i-l has feed corn for his pigs I hope it's okay,
> >
> > My butterfly bushes are leaning over the pond, they were almost uprooted,
we'll have to try and fix them too.
> >
> > The pig roast went really well last night,  there was tons of food, live
band, swimming, raffles, anice breeze and no rain. It was hosted by my d-i-l, my
niece and nephew, a fundraiser for their grandmother to help pay for funeral
expenses, etc. My son is still staying with his grandmother, the whole family is
so proud of him and how he is helping his grandmother out and they have been
thanking me for letting the boys continue to be a part of their family after
their father and I divorced. The boys are closer to their father's family than
they are my family.
> >
> > I finally met my sons' half-brother and his family from Ottawa. He won a
dirt bike but has to figure out how to get it home now. The three boys are going
paintballing today.
> >
> >
> > --- In seekingourtwigs@yahoogroups.com, no2more@ wrote:
> > >
> > > We had rain on and off all afternoon yesterday.   Sometimes with  strong
> > > winds, but nothing damaging.   Sorry to hear about your corn  Earline,
that is
> > > heartbreaking to do all that work and get down to picking time  to have
> > > that happen.    Do you think any of it can be  salvaged?   Tell your
neighbor
> > > to be careful what he wishes  for.    Red tape can be more frustrating
then
> > > driving an old  car.
> > >
> > > Going to transplant some volunteer trees this morning and then cool down
in
> > >  the pool.   After that, I am going to try to finish my scanning  today.
> > > Yesterday I managed to have a gall bladder attack so did very  little in
the
> > > afternoon except drink water and try to soothe my  pain.    Took a
> > > tranquilizer and slept like a baby last night and  today all seems well.
> > >
> > >
> > > In a message dated 7/23/2010 9:13:50 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> > > earlinebradt@ writes:
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Wekve had a couple of severe storms already, the first one we got 1 1/4
> > > inch, the second another 2 inches. It is going to be going on all night
like
> > > this. Neighbour has a tree down, branch hanging from his tree out by the
> > > street, he moved both of his cars onto the street hoping that the limb
will
> > > fall and hit one, lol. Our sweet corn was flattened, it would have been
ready
> > >  to pick next week.
> > > Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with  BlackBerry
> > >
> >
>