Call me a sap but I love both equally. Some times I wish to stay with my roots especially when I find yet another part of the trunk I havent examined except some times its mulch adod about nothing so I just leaf it alone. But other times I like to branch out and pine fur the new and that is oakay too because it so elmentary and I feel all spruced up, you bircha
My double liking might not be poplar in some places but it's not mean or making an ash of myself, I just go aspen in the past because sometimes Im content with life and sometimes I sycamore because Im board and thats the plane truth but I dont want to palm off my views on anybody because that maple the wool over their eyes and make them feel bushed and that wood knot be good for anyone and ssome people might try to form a splinter group dust to be stubborn.
Reading your old blog post was a revelation to me, as I didn't meet you until a few years later.
Re my own family tree, my dad died when I was seven and Mom cut ties with his entire side of the family, so by the time I was interested in genealogical research, there were few people around to ask questions of. Mom had two living half sisters and two step-sisters, but she claimed to be an only child. All this to say my family of birth was pretty small. Now it's just me and my sister and our families.
One big puzzle in my family is Mom's dad claimed his grandmother was Native American. I tried tracing her (I know her name and birthplace), even made a trip to Tallequah, Oklahoma to search the rolls. Her brother was enrolled in the Cherokee tribe, but she was not. Later I did a DNA test which showed zero Native American blood. So was she or not? If so, why do I have no Native American blood? I have thoughts, but no proof, and no one left alive to interrogate.
I briefly had two stepsisters from my first step-father, but he lived only two years after he and Mom married, and I never saw the stepsisters again. (They didn't live with us, but visited occasionally.)
Both sides of my birth family apparently migrated here in the 1700s from Ireland and England. The Irish side were actually Scots who migrated to Northern Ireland from Scotland. I wouldn't mind doing my family tree again. Starting from scratch, because I'm positive my tree on Ancestry.com was filled with inaccuracies. The cost in money and time hold me back.
Hi Rosalynn, Thanks for the book recs and this week’s post. What a gorgeous moment of zen. I wanted to recommend this children’s book for anyone who teaches or parents kids who might think their family looks different than their friends- they all look so similar different no?- It’s called A Family is a Family is a Family. I loved reading this book with our foster son. https://www.auntiesbooks.com/book/9781554987948
I’m also writing a memoir with some references to my backyard garden- mine is actually about our experience as a foster family
I know that feeling of finding resources after the point where we most need them. And it’s never too late to take up gardening- it’s kind of like writing- it gets better just by doing it. My first foray into gardening involved a head to toe poison ivy case that resulted in me needing steroids - thankfully my health and my skills have improved with time. 😊
What a feast this was to read. Thank you Rosalynne and Betsy!
Call me a sap but I love both equally. Some times I wish to stay with my roots especially when I find yet another part of the trunk I havent examined except some times its mulch adod about nothing so I just leaf it alone. But other times I like to branch out and pine fur the new and that is oakay too because it so elmentary and I feel all spruced up, you bircha
My double liking might not be poplar in some places but it's not mean or making an ash of myself, I just go aspen in the past because sometimes Im content with life and sometimes I sycamore because Im board and thats the plane truth but I dont want to palm off my views on anybody because that maple the wool over their eyes and make them feel bushed and that wood knot be good for anyone and ssome people might try to form a splinter group dust to be stubborn.
I would lake dot berry mulch. Flail free. Dew id.
Jest gift me cred. like " Eye yam sappling from Ernie Brills 6/9 "Tree Tis".
Tanks very mooch.
Reading your old blog post was a revelation to me, as I didn't meet you until a few years later.
Re my own family tree, my dad died when I was seven and Mom cut ties with his entire side of the family, so by the time I was interested in genealogical research, there were few people around to ask questions of. Mom had two living half sisters and two step-sisters, but she claimed to be an only child. All this to say my family of birth was pretty small. Now it's just me and my sister and our families.
One big puzzle in my family is Mom's dad claimed his grandmother was Native American. I tried tracing her (I know her name and birthplace), even made a trip to Tallequah, Oklahoma to search the rolls. Her brother was enrolled in the Cherokee tribe, but she was not. Later I did a DNA test which showed zero Native American blood. So was she or not? If so, why do I have no Native American blood? I have thoughts, but no proof, and no one left alive to interrogate.
I briefly had two stepsisters from my first step-father, but he lived only two years after he and Mom married, and I never saw the stepsisters again. (They didn't live with us, but visited occasionally.)
Both sides of my birth family apparently migrated here in the 1700s from Ireland and England. The Irish side were actually Scots who migrated to Northern Ireland from Scotland. I wouldn't mind doing my family tree again. Starting from scratch, because I'm positive my tree on Ancestry.com was filled with inaccuracies. The cost in money and time hold me back.
I haven't! I'll have to check it out, thanks.
Interesting topic and perspective! Made me really think about connections of my family and especially of my friends! Some are almost unbelievable! 😳
Ooh lovely, I am downloading both of these books now, thank you 😊
Remarkably bright creatures is on my TBR
Hi Rosalynn, Thanks for the book recs and this week’s post. What a gorgeous moment of zen. I wanted to recommend this children’s book for anyone who teaches or parents kids who might think their family looks different than their friends- they all look so similar different no?- It’s called A Family is a Family is a Family. I loved reading this book with our foster son. https://www.auntiesbooks.com/book/9781554987948
I’m also writing a memoir with some references to my backyard garden- mine is actually about our experience as a foster family
I know that feeling of finding resources after the point where we most need them. And it’s never too late to take up gardening- it’s kind of like writing- it gets better just by doing it. My first foray into gardening involved a head to toe poison ivy case that resulted in me needing steroids - thankfully my health and my skills have improved with time. 😊