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Bible Thumping Linus

Nature is very meaningful to me and I know God is among the trees and animals in nature. If you get this in email form, please be sure to click into my blog today as I have SNOW falling right now!  It is so cool.

Today, Linus my precious dog reminded me (note photos below) to make sure I share with my followers that I do wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.   I know that many of you have different faiths and I actually enjoy reading what many of my blogs I follow say about their life and their belief system.  My belief is Bible based and I truly love the story of Christ the Child.  Growing up Lutheran, I received a firm foundation in my belief but never really committed to my faith until I was just about grown up.  I will be honest with you about my current state of faith and mind.  I do not feel like I have any.  Yet I do not go by my feelings.  Today is a reminder that all of us should love one another, take care of the sick, feed the poor, and lift up those in need.  This is truly what Jesus the Christ did in His ministry on earth. Where ever you are I hope you will enjoy how my nature around me reminds me of my faith.  I am usually kind of silly so enjoy these photos taken with my Panasonic DMC-ZR1 in that spirit:2012-12-06 14.22.39

Linus Sleeping on my Bible. He has been like this for an hour!

Linus Sleeping on my Bible. He has been like this for an hour!

 

Bird Watching

Bird Watching

GO GO GO EAT!

GO GO GO EAT!

Linus Praying

Linus Praying!

Genealogy on Tour: A Unique Perspective

As a military brat in the ARMY,  I never lived near my extended family for very long. It came with the territory when I was born. Dad was a Command Sargent Major and where ever the government said for him to go we went. When he retired though it was indeed a sad affair for myself.  I remember leaving Hawaii and looking out the back window of our VW waving goodbye to my best friends Ricky and Sandy.  They waved back looking just as sad as my sister and I.  Perhaps it was in this lifestyle of moving alot, I learned a different perspective of life.

Introspection was indeed another matter.  I had never been one to reexamine myself inwardly as much.  I seemed to define myself through my parents as a child growing up which I believe is natural.  However,  when I thought about how my parents defined themselves things became abit more dicey.  For example, my mother is German/Swiss, but she had no idea past her grandmother of her family heritage.  My Dad’s family roots were abit more defined but with many loopholes in his Irish/English heritage.  My husband’s dad and mom both seemed like they knew very little details also.  So in steps me with all the new fangled technology,  www.ancestry.com , library card, and cemeteries and SHAZAM a genealogist novice I have become!

Does all this matter? I think so and I will say it has been tons of fun.  I feel like I have a better take on history. I also believe in some way (mind you maybe this part is a fantasy) that the WORLD could be a better place if we understood each other better and realize we all were at one point intersecting from the same plane.  For example, this story is about the evolution of a woman and really a picture of why womens’ rights were so important: https://alesiablogs.wordpress.com/2012/09/14/pioneer-woman/

Here also are photos I came across from my research that have much meaning to me as they made the past come to life for me.  I usually like to tell you what kind of camera was used with my photography but I did not take these.  I can only say they were very old ones! Enjoy:

A photo found from a google search I did. A lady had put an annoucement on a research site that she had a photo of my husband’s grandpa (right) and her grandpa. It was an amazing find as no one had ever seen this photo before.  circa 1920.

Cousins from my father’s side. circa 1930’s.

Late 1800’s Photo. My 90 year old step dad’s grandpa

My maternal grandma second on the right. circa 1920’s.

My husband’s great uncle. circa 1900~

My husband’s Maternal side. Photo taken circa ~ 1910.

Montgomery, Alabama On Tour- A Unique Perspective

I was born on Maxwell Air Force Base in 1963 in Montgomery, Alabama.  I guess you could say I was born in the middle of the Civil Rights Era timewise and location wise.  My father was in the military.  We only lived there a short while and moved again.  However, by the time I was 13 years old, my parents decided to retire there.  I ended up living in a town I was born in, but I never wanted to live there again.  Go figure. I was a teenager and my parents  moved me from Hawaii.  How would you feel?

Alabama grew on me and I still call it my hometown even though my home is now in Seattle, Washington.  Here are a few shots taken by myself and a great friend I went to school with in Alabama.  Donna Noble Burnett is an amazing photographer and gave me permission to share of her work alongside mine.  My BLOG is grateful. Enjoy:

Martin Luther King, Junior’s Church-downtown Montgomery, AL

This was Eastbrook. I grew up near this mall in the early 70’s.

Our very own Montgomery Biscuits. Can you believe a baseball team is a bunch of biscuits? lol

Riverfront in downtown Montgomery. A very nice renovation job has been taking place. It is nice to see.

Alabama Living. My mother’s home. Peaceful and Enjoyable. Always Love Coming home to MAMA!

You know every unque AlesiaBlogs Tour includes an animal. Here is Bella with my niece Kayla.

Alabama River. My sister has the Unique Pleasure of living near this body of water.

Until my next installment.  Thank you for stopping by.  Ya’ll come back now.

Please Let Me Introduce You To Luke.

Luke is a handsome young man.  Luke is so friendly.  Luke is 19 years old and has autism.  Luke can be violent.  Luke has bipolar. Luke loves his mother.  Luke has hurt his mother physically.  Luke says he is sorry.   Luke loves disney movies.  Luke loves.  Luke’s mother is Alesia.

I hope I can write more about Luke. I have been asked to share of my almost 20 years of wisdom. However, it makes me cry to write about him.  He lives at home with me, my husband, and our youngest son Elijah.  I hope I can tell you stories about him soon.  This is a beginning. Photos taken mostly by me or my husband with a Sony Digital or Panasonic DMC-ZR1 unless otherwise noted:

Luke did not learn to walk until he was past three years old. Here I am taking him to one of his many therapy appointments. Besides Autism, he had Hypotonia.

Luke at school working with his speech therapist this day.

Luke at his special daycare program. He was kicked out for his behavior after a couple of years. You can’t tell from this photo!

Luke  on one of his last vacations he could take since being diagnosed with Bipolar. We flew to Hawaii on this trip. We hope to fly again, but we are always worried we will get kicked off!

Luke has carried this Alligator around with him for years. Thank God Toys R Us still makes them. Luke is getting his head rubbed by my husband. It soothes him.

Luke at his High School. He was in a contained learning center. Alittle over the shoulder action in this photo.

Good Times!

High School graduate photos we had taken by a very patient photographer named Tera!

Seattle On Tour- A Unique Perspective

Today’s installment begins a fresh series of tours and great spots to stop in various cities I have been lucky to venture into.  It seems fitting to start in my hometown of Seattle.  I have lived here for more then 20 years and I believe it is one of the most incredible cities that everyone should go to once in their lifetime.  Come along as I show you around with the help of you guessed it – Linus.  If any of you have been following me in the last 2 weeks, I have highlighted this little Seattleite as my very special friend that sticks closer then a brother.  Well here he is again- Hanging out with me and now you too.  Enjoy my photos.  They were taken with my Panasonic DMC-ZR1:

Linus-I am really trying to show my friends from out of state about our great city Seattle. Oh- YOU want me to tell them to go eat at IVAR’s in Seattle. It should be a must stop for any tourist!

This is the Fremont Troll. Linus thinks it would be a great stopping point in the Fremont District of Seattle. I agree.

Seattle Spaceneedle – the LANDMARK of our great city all 604 feet of it! I highly recommend going up only if it is sunny! The view would be spectacular.

Snoqualmie Falls. It was highlighted in the TV series TWIN PEAKS. Great place for a picnic lunch Linus states! He has been there and he should know!

Mom- I am really getting tired. Lets do another round of photos for our followers tomorrow. Your Son, Linus!

Mom- Really you can share more photos tomorrow. I need the computer!
This is my son in 2008 on a modeling shoot. I do not take credit for this fantastic shot, but I do take credit that this is my fabulous son Elijah!

Thanks for stopping by.  I plan to share more photos from Seattle and other places I have had the great joy of visiting in my journey that we call life.

Milestones

 

One year ago I stopped wearing a watch.  I have worn it only once during a plane trip. During the year, I realized how freeing it was to not be on a time schedule. I began to even lose the desire of  wanting to know the time.  Yet now I reach a year out of taking off the ole ticker and come to realize how fast time has gone by.  How can it all ready be Thanksgiving?  Yet here it is upon us.

Capturing the silhouette of leafless trees in my backyard brings on thoughts of Thanksgiving and Winter approaching very soon.

One of the advantages I found was that I was learning a new way of living in the moment.  I was not stopping to look down at what time it is.  My memories were extended to be longer memories as I was in no hurry.  This is especially good when you are sharing your time with a friend.  As I reminisce of my memory with another I am transformed.  My memory of that memory is deeper. To be free of my watch allows me to transfix myself on others.  It is good to be absorbed in the moment with another human being.

Another awesome experience I can trace back to my watchless hand experiences is that I like to capture time if you will with my camera.  I am more keen on the seasons and the earth around me.  I realize we are days away from the traditional Thanksgiving meal.  I take photos of reminders of the season and am glad that I have freezed time for myself.  I have made an image of my own history tonight for you to view on these photos.

As the evening progresses on, I see the Majesty of the time through my lens. I am thankful to have spent the day with my family and new friends I met today.

Looking to these images makes me smile.  It is a capture of the time, although it can never come back, that is now a memory instilled in my mind through a photograph.  I have learned probably the most valuable lesson of all this Thanksgiving Season.. It is not to worry about the future.  I can not explain it, but something inside me is changing.  It transcends understanding. It is beyond understanding.  It is in God’s Hands.

My chair represents to me with all the leaves gone not so much an isolated area anymore. Perhaps it is a reminder for us to not allow ourselves to become isolated from others. Leave enough time for others to make a difference.

Thank you to all my readers that have stuck around to read my various posts touching on all kinds of themes.  I have 75 of you reading which I call a MILESTONE and from the bottom of my heart, I am so grateful.  I began 6 months ago writing and am so proud to belong to the WordPress community of writers.  This month I have bombarded you  more then usual as I became challenged with NaBloPoMo which inspired us all to write more this month.  I hope I have met the challenge with quality reading and imagery for you all to enjoy.  Until my next installment!

 

NapbloPoMo Rocks for Linus

Thank you readers so much for acknowledging my dog and the Gift he has been to this broken woman in my earlier post. Enjoy a few more great shots of him as he is quite handsome!

20121114-210349.jpg  This is Linus after smoking some weed.

20121114-210440.jpg This is Linus after smoking some weed.

20121114-210530.jpgThis is Linus after smoking some weed.

20121114-210554.jpgThis is Linus asking for more weed.

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And that concludes another set of great photos I took of Linus here in Seattle where we make our HOME! FROM your friends,

Snoopy, Linus, and Alesia

NaBloPoMo Meet My Dog Linus

I love that term NaBloPoMo.  It is getting me in the groove of writing. What a cool word to rejuvenate those creative writing juices and find the essence of why I want to write.  Partly it is to please my readers, but also it is important to me to tell a story.  A part of my story involves someone I want you to meet. It is my very dear friend Linus.  Linus sticks to me closer than a brother.  He is the love of my life.

That might be alittle dramatic, but when you see his photographs and understand what Linus has meant to me- you will get it! Linus came to my home in a cardboard box almost 13 years ago.  He was suppose to have been our sons’ best friend, but as fate would have it he became a mama’s boy. You guessed it!  Linus is a dog.  The last couple of years I suffered major medical problems.  I had a rather large brain tumor that thankfully was removed last year.  I ended up in the hospital for three weeks after it was removed and had months of rehabilitation as  I suffered a stroke and many complications.  When I arrived home, it was as if Linus knew I had went through the ringer.  He almost never leaves my side now.  He looks for me in the shower by putting his nose through the curtain.  He cuddles next to me anytime he can get and finds me within a couple of minutes if I have left one room to go to another. Animals are special indeed. He was healing to me and love all wrapped up in FUR!!  Here are some of my favorite photos of him I have taken with my Panasonic DMC-ZR1 or my Ipad 3 with Instagram:

Linus ready to cuddle- an English Springer

Linus and your blogger. He still wants to stay near me and cuddle. This was taken during recovery of my surgery.

Linus on the Beach!

Linus showing off!

Death on the OHIO RIVER

If you are like me, when I think of steamboats I imagine slowly going down  the Ohio or Mississippi River listening to Mark Twain read to me from his classic book Tom Sawyer.  After all, Tom Sawyer was an adventurer and being on a steamboat fills my mind of  adventure.  As I am stepping out on the wide deck outside,  I smell  and hear the sounds of the water around me.  Seeing the riverbank while looking at  all the beautiful  trees growing along the shore mesmerizes me as well as the thick riverfront vegetation.

Jump forward to our current times, I learn of the many deadly accidents that occurred due to these beautiful steamers.  It was so bad that at times 1000’s of folks died from the dangers of steamboats. In due time, the government began to regulate the steamboat business.  This helped , but there were still many accidents and deaths.  In fact, I imagine that steamboat I am on and Mark Twain is reading to me and suddenly a fire starts onboard near the engines.  In front of my eyes, Mark Twain takes off his reading glasses and author’s hat to put on a different sort of hat.  It was a riverboat captain’s hat.  Mr. Twain was the captain that needed to put that fire out and save us.

Now to the facts.  Yes, Mark Twain actually was a steamboat captain. No, he never read to me his story Tom Sawyer.  But one thing you might not know is that Mark Twain watched his brother Henry die from a riverboat accident. Today’s installment relives through the newsclippings of The Gleaner in Henderson, Kentucky the death of one of my ancestors in 1917 due to a steamer called the Enterprise made in Louisville, Kentucky.

This story’s details did not come easy to myself.  I had been working with Nancy Towns a family researcher on common lines of interest.  The line of interest that had captivated both of us was my ancestor Laura Jenkins’s husband who was Robert W. Nichols. He was a victim of a steamboat drowning accident.  The body was never recovered.

After months of wondering about if we would ever get to the truth, it became apparent that this was a road block that we may not be able to overcome.  Out of faith, I shared with Nancy that I thought we would one day get to the truth of this story. That one day arrived in the form of an email from my brother Donnie Jenkins. He had information about other researchers in the family.  One of those contacts was a cousin named Judy Jenkins.  Judy and I began discussing our common family lines and I found out she was just as interested in this story as Nancy and myself.  Nancy in particular was doing the study for  her brother-in-law Jim Nichols who as of late has been ill.  Jim is  a great, great grandson of Robert Nichols.  Judy offered to get closure for Jim on his long lost ancestor.  Today we can say we know what happened to Jim’s ancestor Robert Nichols, Laura Jenkins’s husband and we thank Judy Jenkins for helping in this matter.  These news clippings are sobering, yet the legend can now be validated with the truth in these articles.  May Robert Nichols and all the others who died in the vast rivers of America rest in peace:

Death on the OHIO RIVER

Descriptive News Clipping of Drownings

Bodies never found!

As you read through these news writeups of the incident, you understand how important the newspaper was in those days.  It was the only form of communication the townspeople had unless it was by word of mouth.  Below I want to share a photo of Robert Nichol’s descendant and his family. This is Jim Nichols taken over 40 years ago.  He now knows what happened to his great, great grandfather in 1917.  The sorrow he knows that his great, great grandmother  Laura Jenkins Nichols had to suffer is indescribable.

Jim Nichols with his grandparents and three of his daughters.

This next photo is my friend Nancy who inspires me with her own genealogy work:

Nancy Towns with her family.

What better way to finish off this story as we learn the truth of our ancestors by a quote from Mark Twain: ” Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”

Pioneer Woman

In this photo behind me lived the pioneer woman in rural Kentucky.  Read her true story.

Jen Nova (Jennie) Jenkins was born in rural western Kentucky November 26, 1882.  Jennie was my great, great aunt and a pioneer woman who was the embodiment of the “gentle woman” as told to me by her great granddaughter Joyce Hankins Candela. Women for centuries were seen as second class citizens and most men considered them as property.  This led to extremely difficult lives for women of this era.

Jennie was born to a mentally fragile woman by the name of Sarah Blankenship.  Sarah was not married to Jennie’s assumed father whose surname was Calvert.  The Calverts were some of the founding settlers to the United States migrating to Kentucky.

Homelife for Jennie was unstable.  Her mother Sarah borrowed money to put food on the table to feed the family. James Jones ( J J) Jenkins an elderly man who had accumulated quite a bit of wealth gave her a loan.  At the high watershed of his wealth according to census records he owned 2000 acres. When he demanded repayment, Sarah could not.  For reasons not completely understood by all,  Sarah chose to give her ten year old daughter Jennie away as a servant to him as payment.  J J Jenkins agreed to this.  The outstanding loan was for $100.

J J Jenkins was a widower with five living grown children.  This was an easy way for him to get a servant.  After all he had been a slave owner in the past.  In 1892 at the age of ten,  Jennie began keeping house which included cooking, laundry, and taking care of  J J and his grown children.  Jennie was a mere child doing servant work with no respect.

When Jennie moved in with J J  in his familial  homestead, they lived in a log cabin.  The cabin set back 200 yards from an old graveyard that would come to hold the Jenkins’ ancestors including  J J ‘s  parents, brothers, his first wife, and many more.  The cemetery was above a creek bed in separating the cabin from the dead.

The unobtrusiveness of this cabin gave the illusion of easy maintenance.  It was nothing of the kind.  In this rustic log home, a tall stack of wood by the fireplace accented one wall.  It was expected Jennie would keep the home warm, gather the crops, cook the meals and sew clothes.  At one point,  J J forced Jennie to cut her long auburn hair off so it did not impede her duties.  Jennie’s  granddaughter Joyce states her grandmother held onto the three foot long ponytail in case she would need to sell it to a wig maker.  She was keeping it as security for the future, however, by the time Joyce married Jennie gave it to her granddaughter as a gift.  The faded ponytail is cherished to this day. 

 By 1894, it became apparent to Jennie that J J wanted more from her.  Eventually at the age of 12 on September 20, 1894 the two legally married.  However, the legal age for marriage was 14 so J J wrote she was 15 years old.  Jennie may have not understood the forms since she was did not read at this time.  J J stated he was 68.

Marriage certificate documenting ages of couple.

By the 1900 census, Jennie and J J were living without any of his previous children. The census indicates Jennie had taught herself to read and write by then.  The census also indicated how big the Jenkins ownership of land was with  family members owning surrounding land  on their own farms. The census seems to indicate Whitnell Jenkins property being divided up between his living children.  There were Calverts living next door which could have possibly been grandparents to Jennie. Thomas Jenkins the youngest son of J J was near by on his farm and then there was Polly Jenkins the widow of J J’s oldest brother George on her homestead and Sara Hobby his daughter on another. The older brother was near Lewis Jenkins.  Grandchildren were living near by with the surname Masons and then my own line my great grandpa William Farr Jenkins, a nephew to J J living on a farm with his huge family.  Numerous family members were continuing to live off Whitnell Jenkins original homestead earned from the War of 1812. 

1900 CENSUS documents the Jenkins Family nearby each other. page 1.

 

1900 CENSUS continued.

 

1900 CENSUS continued.

Before the 1910 census, J J and Jennie had four children with three surviving.  As J J ages he became more dependent upon Jennie.  In fact as told to me by Tom Jenkins one of only two living grandson’s of J J’s in an apparent attempt to look younger,  he dyed his gray hair black.  After dyeing his hair, he went to work in the coal mines and while sweating, the dye ran into his eyes causing blindness.  

J J succumbed on Sept 24th 1909 after 15 years of marriage.  Jennie had just turned 27.  She could finally give her real age. 

When J J died , Jennie was left with no means of support.  Perhaps Kentucky State laws did not protect wives yet. For whatever reason, Jennie was on her own. One family member did send her son Leman  off to boarding school and he received a high school degree.  Jennie’s daughters weren’t afforded the same luxury.  After Leman returned from school, he decided to move to St. Louis, Missouri and eventually Jennie joined him with his sisters Clara and Ruby.  Jennie owned nothing yet she was now FREE from the oppressive life she led. She never complained.

Left to Right Ruby Mae, Clara Mae, and Alvin Clinton Hankins

Jennie’s journey allowed her freedom to help herself and take care of her children as she wished.  Being in an environment now of her own making even led her to teach herself to read.  When reminiscing about her grandmother, Joyce said, “She never owned a thing, yet seemed to own the world with all the love she shared with me.  I will never forget as a little girl Jennie sitting on a glider rocker singing while I laid my head on grandma’s lap.” 

Jennie died on her 84th birthday of a heart attack.  She was about to have a party utilizing her first old age pension check when suddenly she began experiencing chest discomfort.  She asked to be taken to the hospital and died within hours of arriving.  Joyce states grandma was a bit of a superstitious woman and would not have wanted to die in her own bed as she would not have liked the family to have had that memory of her.  An amazing pioneer woman again never thinking of herself.

Jennie Jenkins

This author would like to thank the contributions to this story:  Joyce Hankins Candela, Tom Jenkins, Shelia Hart, Diana Hazelbaker, and Peggy Gilkey .  In my research, I talk to many hoping to get the most honest picture of a subject.  It is my hope and wish that I have done this with great aunt Jennie’s legacy. I would caution the reader as you make commentary in your mind of Jennie and J. J. that you remember the culture of their times. Please feel free to comment on this post and we will see you all on my next installment.