Wordless Wednesday:
The Bolton BMG Orchestra
I’m sure at some point I will piece together how Connie is related. She’s a girl after my own heart with that banjo!
Read moreI’m sure at some point I will piece together how Connie is related. She’s a girl after my own heart with that banjo!
Read moreScots Sunday is late today, although it is still Sunday, MST. Yet again, my assumption that it would be easiest to start writing about my most recent ancestors proves a challenge. We tend to focus our research less on them sometimes because they were such integral parts of our lives and their memories are very much alive. We think we’ll remember. By writing this post, I learned more about what read more...
Read moreMy memories of my paternal grandmother are of a gregarious, lovely, warm woman who would have to run through every one of her children and grandchildren’s names before she got to yours when you made her mad (her English was also impaired by anger). She loved John Kennedy and Shirley Temple, almost as much as she loved us. I remember that when she and my grandfather addressed each other as read more...
Read moreA prelude to French Friday: The U.S.S. President Polk departed Noumea on October 23, 1945 with Louisette Martin Aponte (my paternal grandmother), her 3 year old son (my Dad), and 5 month old daughter (Aunt Linda), bound for San Francisco during Operation Magic Carpet. I encourage you to visit the links above to understand what this trip must have been like. Looking at the passenger list (which I have to read more...
Read moreDuring the past week, I’ve given a lot of thought about what kind of writing schedule to keep for this blog and what kind of content I would focus on. The possibilities became a bit overwhelming! Thanks to Lorelle at cameraontheroad for helping me think this through (this is well worth reading). Here’s what’s most compelling for me in doing this project: Stories about the lives and personalities of our read more...
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