I Wish I had A Tractor

IMG_0271.JPGI wish I had a tractor 2 weeks ago when I decided to drag my family out to the old Jenkins Cemetery in Caldwell county,  Kentucky.  Many of you may not know, but my most popular post was on finding a haunted cemetery.  It has been a top 10 google search especially during halloween.  Go check it out: The Haunting .

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Go On Now

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There is old time history in those Kentucky hills.  If one is lucky enough, you might hear of it told in a story or two by your kinfolk.

“Go on now, help me get my shoes off,”  in distress papaw asked the girls.

Jeanette unlaced her grandfather’s left boot and June the right.  They tugged until the boots fell to the wood floor.

Mama knew her daddy was short of breath.  Her girls were too young to understand, but they knew something was not right.  Jack was even younger at 9 years.

Mama secretly told Willie her husband to go on now to a neighbor’s home to call the doctor. He returned shortly never making that phone call.  Willie had heard the dinner bell rung by mama.  It was the S.O.S. that her daddy was gone.

My Dad's first cousin pointed out to me where papaw's farmhouse used to set.

My Dad’s first cousin pointed out to me where papaw’s farmhouse used to set.

Night before last, the family had went down to papaw’s house to visit.  Papaw said he was not feeling well. For the first time ever, he decided to spend the night at his daughter’s home.  Little Jack strolled alone with grandpa back to his parent’s farm after the rest of the family had left to go back early.  Jack loved Papaw.  He knew Papaw always had a good story to tell.  That day, he did not know that it would be his last he was to hear.

Stories and long tales are family favorites of mine.  Some of them are sad, but more often there is a good laugh to be had by all.  Jack was my dad.  The girls were my aunts.

Recently on a trip back to Kentucky, I had the opportunity to attend my family reunion and my Aunt Jeanette’s 90th birthday party which just so happened to fall on the same day.

I was able to shock my Aunt coming in from Seattle.  I kept it a secret.

I was able to shock my Aunt coming in from Seattle. I kept it a secret.

I was able to visit the family farms and see the old cemetery that dates back to my four times great grandfather.  He is buried way back in the tall trees far from anyone.

This map is from public records showcasing the farm highlighted in blue with the number 62-37 77-9.  You can see open fields, but in those woods is where the cemetery actually has our ancestors.

This map is from public records showcasing the farm highlighted in blue with the number 62-37 77-9. You can see open fields, but in those woods is where the cemetery actually has our ancestors.

Three years prior to this visit, the cemetery was cleaned up.  This time I saw the place after very little work had been done to it.   I thought I would share in pictures a bit of what I saw along with a story that makes us all wonder about what it must have been like growing up on a farm. You see 911 was just not available and as a matter of fact many of these farms still have no 911 addresses attached to them.  It is as if time stands still when you think about it.  But we all know that is not true.

In the next few days I will be writing about the adventures involved in finding the exact location of the cemetery.  Public records do not include the cemetery notated when I made reference to it with the folks who hold this information in the courthouse.

In the woods leading to the cemetery, we found critters and many dangerous plants such as these. Do you know what they are?

In the woods leading to the cemetery, we found critters and many dangerous plants such as these. Do you know what these plants are?

This story is dedicated to all fathers.  Happy Father’s Day Jack ( in Heaven otherwise known as Randall by some, Bill by others, and daddy by me).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Best Part Of Me


Simply spoken, “Mom, we don’t need that chair. I can stand.” My son is thoughtful.


The chair was not in use, but I respected my son’s wishes. The best part of me I can say with quiet certainty are my sons.  


I just had a wonderful trip to the southeast where my son is attending an amazing university. I decided to visit and ‘pick’ my son up. This was to spend time with him before flying to our home in Seattle.  


It was a great adventure capturing the sights ( birds duh!) and sounds as noted in the photography on this post. 


I am learning life is not all about fast pace as I once thought.  The quiet moments speak to me more and more.  This past week I attended a memorial for a friend from my nursing days here in Alabama. Her life was one of simplicity, the love of nature,  and putting others above herself.  She served  through her church in her later years after retiring with 40 years as an RN. We could learn a lot from this lifestyle.  As I met her great grandsons, I knew right away with their respectful mannerisms–the best part of her was still here on this earth.  I bet she would have agreed. 


Photos by Alesiablogs in the great state of Alabama. 

Closer to the Truth

Seattle ‘s first buildings are noted in the pioneer square area. it is common to see folks sleeping on the streets.


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walking away the best answer to life’swoes? Sometimes it would seem to be. Yesterday while strolling in downtown Seattle taking my son out for his birthday, I saw homeless people. 

This building’s name sake Schwabacher would be shocked by the sad poor that house themselves near their building. The family was known for their benevolence.

 

Who walked away from them? Or did they walk away themselves?  We may be closer to the truth than you think. 

The streets of Seattle are fun, but do have reminders of where mercy and grace are fervently needed. I think of my very dear son who could be on the streets because he can not take care of himself. 


Many folks are only a paycheck away from being out on their luck. We also tend to walk away or shut out what we do not want to see or hear. Friends and even   family- have you done this? Have you forgotten mercy? Have you been only wrapped up in your own causes?  To turn a blind eye is folly. 

The Smith Tower was once the tallest. It is now a point of reference for those who wake up on the streets near it.


The illusion of knowledge or what we think to be right is just our arrogance playing tricks on our brain.I believe arrogance is no excuse and is evil. 

 
 

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After walking through Pioneer Square and where the underground tour takes place, we  headed to the Seattle Aquarium. The environmental causes tackled by this place is incredible.  I spent time with a volunteer in the aquarium who challenged my thinking of the underwater creatures we were enjoying on display.

Sea creatures give us insights wr never thought possible. studies have found that some have florescent ability.The scientific potential in the study of cancer can be enormous.

the deeper in the water these creatures go, they lose their brilliant colors.


Next we headed off to see the Seattle Mariners play the Los Angeles Angels.  It was quite a day of excitement for Luke. His face was all smiles .

Actually my eyes were enjoying these views too!well for other reasons.



Luke is a member of King Felix and his court. Felix is a great pitcher we love here in Seattle.


As I close on this post, may we be reminded about our most vulnerable citizens. They need you. They need all of us. Be a part of the answer. Not a part of the problem. 

Official Seattle Landmark

I spent the day touching water.  It started with me fishing my car keys out of my toilet.. I know what your thinking and I will “relieve” your mind.  The water was clean. 

I 90 floating bridge is an incredible historic site in Seattle.

My second water touch was my aqua therapy appointment on Mercer Island, Washington.  It went quite well today. I have a lot of work ahead though.

This is a view under the bridge.

My third water touch was the cold waters of Lake  Washington near Interstate 90. I was able to get a bird’s eye view of  the 2nd largest floating bridge in the US. The largest is seen from afar called the 520 floating bridge. They are official Seattle landmarks. 

520 bridge is largest floating in the US


The bridge for I 90 was completed in 1940.  It is well travelled. My life and travels have taken me over these bridges over a 23 year span of living in Seattle. 

Under the belly of the bridge


traffic flowing over bridge as I took photos is light as commuters have not got off work yet.


Beautiful view of homes along the floating bridge corridors.


I found afresh seafood for lunch! now this fresh!


why not see it all? Thank you for following along my life’s adventures!

Hair

It is mother’s day weekend. I hope you and yours  enjoyed it in your own special way. For me, I had a blast with my oldest son who has autism. He sang happy birthday to me, but instead replaced birthday with mother’s day! It was really cute. 

For me, I am excited each year I have been alive to enjoy mother’s day.  I think it is one of  the most universal  holidays we all love. Everyone has a mother after all. Sometimes it is not our biological mom we celebrate, but you get my drift. 


That is Luke and myself 22 years ago! He will be 23 next week. 

I suppose your wondering why I titled this hair.  The truth is my family and friends all seem to have various ideas about the length of my hair.  It was so controversial!  Haha


I have no hair in this photo after dealing with medical issues.

I have longer hair after five years of short hair. I am able to finally grow my hair again without pain involved. 


So I ask myself who do I need to please these days in regards to my hair?  I bet if you have read my blog for very long you know who that is. 

As I have got older, I have learned to walk away from conflict more and more.   I will not be bogged down any longer by trivial nonsense.  

I enjoy life more than ever despite pain of all kinds. There really is so much to be passionate about. People ask me if I am ever bored. I say no. It is true. I am not. 

To be or not to be- that is the question so long ago pondered.  I choose to be.  I choose wrinkles that come in their own time. I choose a fine wine over cheap. I choose ideas that suit my conscience. I choose to let go where I have no control. I choose to also privately now live a life written quietly in the recesses of my mind. It maybe shared  when I feel someone can understand my way as opposed to their own. In my nursing career, most nurses know there can be many different answers to critical questions. If we all could see that and not be so damn harsh on others, I believe all of us will be for the better. 


If your life brings you through muddy waters, hold on tight because usually a mom showed you how to. Happy mother’s day to the best mother a girl could ask for! Hilde- you are amazing and wonderful. You only wanted what was best for me. Thank you a million times over.