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The Gift Of Musical Birds

   
For several days, I have not slept well due to increased pain.  I had a call yesterday from a counselor friend of mine  checking in with me. I had not written on this blog much and really most do not know the true reason I stopped. I would share it, but to share the reason would give validity to nonexistent boundaries.   
I am giving no one or nothing any validity who has tried to demonize my writings or felt offended.  We humans are easy to judge when we should be looking at ourselves instead.  This is my life and I own it.  My family has always been my world and I have always put them above me and many times I have put my friends above me.  

  
Last night I was asked by a new friend, do you love  yourself? I could not answer. It made me sad that  I did not have enough respect and love for me. The good news I realized God loves and I could work on loving myself more and understanding whose I AM. 

In the meantime- through tears because of physical pain, I shot these photos in the rain in my backyard.  Don’t worry- I am seeing my doctors to help me with the chronic and acute discomforts I have.  Just making it real.  Be looking soon for photography from Hawaii where I will be taking in some much needed sun!  I am not a tourist type so you will not find those kind of shots on my blog as I believe vacation is not about rushing from one tourist activity to another. Instead you will see photos through the eyes of randomness of what I enjoy on The Sandwich Islands. I lived there and seen a lot already, but I bet my new camera just might find a cool surfer dude to photograph! Yes. I am back looking at mens’ butts. 

 
  

 

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Finding Yourself Among The Tulips

                  

Winterizing My Dog

Linus has slowed down. He is alert and knows who I am, but just doing what all of us will do and that is age. It came down to the fact I was in a position of listening to my inner self concerned of not letting Linus suffer. “He knows who I am!” I kept saying to myself.
Is this enough to keep a dog alive? Is it enough when they are in pain if indeed that is what is going on? To my relief after a veterinary visit and counsel, we decided to put Linus on some medicine to help his bones from aching and quite possibly getting him back to jumping around the house again. It has been a month on Carprofen and Tramadol for my baby and he is getting his MOJO back!
While some of you have been winterizing your homes, I have been winterizing my dog Linus. After all he is the best friend a girl could ask for:

What’s In A Name?

Actions speak louder than words. At least that is what my daddy used to say. He grew up dirt poor in rural Kentucky and farmed land with his own daddy. Parts of the land owned by my paternal ancestors stayed within our family for generations. In fact names also stayed in the family. Let me explain. My oldest son’s name is Luke William. My dad’s name was William Randall. My grandfather’s name was Willie. Willie’s daddy was William Farr. In fact the name William goes all the way back to William Whitnell who was a preacher. He was born in 1796 in North Carolina and fought as a young teenager in the War of 1812. His actions helped save our country and make it what it is today. The land he owned was his payment for his military service and is where this cemetery lies.
About two weeks ago, 10 men got together and cleaned our old family cemetery. It is with delight I saw cemetery stones I had never seen before. This blog post is dedicated to all you genealogy buffs out there. Keep on searching and at some point you just might find your gold mine. These people represent a part of me. Seeing these stones and this cemetery being cleaned up was one of the best gifts I could have ever imagined. There are so many folks I could thank for helping me to locate and clean this place up. I send you warm wishes with this blog! If you are interested in more photos you may go to my dedicated facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/DescendantsOfWhitnellJenkins

New York City’s HIGH LINE On Tour: A Unique Perspective

When I was in New York with my dear friend Stacy, we chose to tour one of the top tourist attractions of the country which was the High Line. I had no idea what it was all about until we experienced it ourselves. The High Line is a one mile linear park built on old historic railroad tracks. It lies on Manhatten’s west side and was opened to the public in 2011. It is really one of the most unique experiences you can imagine walking along what was where a train ran for many years. The park was built there by a community based nonprofit supported organization’s effort at preserving history ( http://www.thehighline.org/ ).

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.”

Have Ship Will Travel

Coasting along an ocean and going away to a place far away.  This has got to be one of the wildest rides a person could ever experience.  Yet that is exactly what so many folks did when they emigrated to the United States.  While America was yet in its infancy, we had open ports bringing  people that would make this the greatest nation on earth. I have a photography collection of some of those ships that came into our harbors and brought with it my ancestors.  I thought you might  like to go for a ride with me and enjoy my photos.  I collected the pictures because they made me imagine what it must have been like to have been on one of them. I was able to feel my ancestors’ stories as I gazed at these ship photos.  It was like the TITANTIC movie in my mind, but my ancestors were on these various ships and their stories came alive within the imagination of my mind:

OUR DESOMER FAMILY ARRIVED TO AMERICA ON THIS SHIP CALLED THE ZEELAND FROM ANTWERP, BELGIUM.

OUR WEISS FAMILY ARRIVED ON THIS SHIP CALLED THE HOWARD FROM HAMBURG, GERMANY

OUR VOY FAMILY ARRIVED FROM GERMANY ON THIS SAILING SHIP.

OUR KREKLOW FAMILY ARRIVED ON THIS SHIP FROM STETTIN, GERMANY NOW LOCATED IN POLAND.

USS FINLAND WAS THE SHIP BOARDED BY MORE ANCESTORS FROM BELGUIM. THIS SHIP WAS REMEMBERED FONDLY BY MY HUSBAND’S GRAMPS WHO WOULD HANG FROM THE SIDE AS A 4 YEAR BOY ONLY COULD DO.

I hope you could imagine  those  sailing away and going out to sea as you looked upon these photos. Until my next installment I guess I will say BON VOYAGE! Please make sure you take a moment also and go see my Facebook Page on my ancestors.  I named it in honor of one of my gramps!  Consider liking the page so you can get my posts in your facebook newsfeeds:  https://www.facebook.com/DescendantsOfWhitnellJenkins