• Monday Chores

    In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis 1:1
    Out of chaos, God created the heavens and the earth, setting up a divine calling for us to create a beautiful home out of the chaos that surrounds us.
    Wash Mom's colored clothes
    Wash Mom's Towels
    Clean Bird's cages
  • Tuesday Chores

    And God said, "Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water." Genesis 1:6 God called the expanse "sky." Genesis 1:8
    On the second day, God created the sky. A beautiful wide open canvas on which he can paint beautiful sunsets. Time to create your own wide open spaces in your home by eliminating clutter.
    #3's Colored clothes
    #3's Towels
    #3's sheets every other week
    Grocery store day Errand day
  • Wednesday Chores

    "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds." Genesis 1:11
    We are to be fruitful and bear fruit for God by caring for our families.
    #2's Colored Clothes
    #2's Towels
    Refill Kitty's self feed
    #3 Takes bath
    #2's sheets every other week
  • Thursday Chores

    On the fourth day, God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars.
    God set up time. There is a time to work and a time to rest.
    Clean Master Bathroom
    Clean Master Bedroom
    Clean Office
    Clean Living Room
    Clean Foyer
    Clean Kitchen
    Clean Utility Room
    Wash all rugs Mom and Dad's sheets and comforter
  • Friday Chores

    On the fifth day, God said, "Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky."
    God created the animals. And wanted them to be fruitful. Friday night is date night. God did not intend for us to be alone. Spend some quality time with the partner God created for you.
    Dad's Colored Clothes
    Dad's Towels
    Children's bedroom inspections
    Everybody's White Clothes
  • Saturday Chores

    On the sixth day, God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. Genesis 1:27
    And God saw that it was good. Take time today to see what you have accomplished this week and see that it is good for your family.
    Straighten downstairs
    Kids clean their rooms
    #1's Colored Clothes
    #1's Towels
    #1's sheets every other week
  • Sunday Chores

    By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.
    Church (Keep it holy)
    The following take less than 5 minutes:
    Clean out refrigerator
    Clean microwave
    Clean stove front, top and inside (as needed)
    Clean front of dishwasher
    Water Plants (as needed)
    Rest (It's Biblical!)
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Snow Day!

We are enjoying an unexpected snow day. The weather guys who normally scream SNOW for weeks in anticipation were saying 20% chance of rain this morning. I got up and took #3 to school with light sleet. Went to Walmart to get groceries and came out about an hour later to an inch of snow on the ground. Now for those of you that live up North, I know, that’s nothing, but here in the Deep South, that’s a huge deal. I drove home in the snow watching people slip and slide and slam on brakes going UP hills. Yes, UP hills.

I finally turned on the road we live off of and the school is on and was solid white. Schools hadn’t closed and the forecast was for it to get warmer, but I wasn’t sure what to do, but suddenly I thought about 6 hours of this stuff and I decided that going to get the girls and let them play in the snow was what I needed to do. We just don’t get snow that often. So I went and checked them out. It is now starting to melt, and maybe I did over react, but Hubby agreed that we had no way of knowing. Keep in mind, we weren’t supposed to get snow at all today. So my girls are home enjoying a snow day. I am doing a little laundry and trying to get the house clean around the desire to curl up with a good book and watch the snow.

In this age of Dopler radar and round the clock weather watchers, a freak snowstorm is just unheard of, but occasionally God likes to show us, He is still in charge, He is still in control, He is still omnipotent. And isn’t snow an awesome way to do it?!?

Genealogy, Sick Kids, It Should Never End Like That…

Friday started out cold and rainy at 4 am with #3 coughing. She woke me up coughing. So we gave her cough meds and I sent her back to bed and decided she was having a nice three day weekend. I decided I could skip the rainy carpool line too and she and I could sleep in on a school day. It felt a little decadent, I admit, but I wanted her well finally.

She and I got up around 9 and spent the day in front of our computers. She watched the Simpsons and let her cold run it’s course, I worked on Genealogy and enjoyed a much needed me day. It was cold and it rained and we just enjoyed each other’s company. We didn’t move from our chairs all day. We stayed in our pajamas all day.

At 2:30, my middle child came home from school and said “Mom have you heard any news?” No, I hadn’t had TV on. We’d been watching DVDs all day. “There’s been a school shooting.” At a school in our state, a 9th grade boy shot another 9th boy. By late afternoon, rumor mills were saying he’d passed away. We began to watch the news and pray for the family that it wasn’t so. We’ve never met this family. We know nothing about them. They don’t live in our county, go to our school. But two lives were changed dramatically Friday afternoon and our hearts were breaking for both families. Shortly before the 10:00 news that night it was officially announced that he’d died from his injuries. I cried for a little boy I’d never met. I prayed for a little boy who sealed his own fate, whom I never met. I prayed for both sets of parents whose lives were changed so dramatically in a matter of just seconds.

As a mom, I never understand why these things happen. My kids were asking me, “Mom why?” All I could say was, “I don’t know. We just have to pray that God’s will be done in this situation.” All I can say is when a parent sends a child to school in the morning, it should never end like that…

Assumption Genealogy…

We’ve been discussing making assumptions in genealogy on TMG-L and I wanted to illuminate more on my thoughts here. Mainly to get my thoughts out of my head and onto paper, if you will.

I am a genealogist, but I am also a family historian. If you aren’t either, you may ask, what is the difference. Genealogist are scientist that study genealogies. In other words, BLOODLINES. Family historians, study FAMILIES. Those aren’t always the same things.

The thing is when we assume things in genealogy, we can be doing one of two things. We can advance our research, or we can turn from genealogist to family historians without realizing it. Let me clarify.

To advance my research, I have to make some assumptions. I have a man who is living with his wife and kids on the 1880, 1900, 1910 and 1920 census, but not 1930. I am going to assume he died between 1920 and 1930. I go to the family grave yard and sure enough there he is buried with a tombstone dated 1923. That advances my research. But what if I look and look and there is no tombstone, no obit, no death certificate?

Here’s our first case study. My husband’s grandfather was that man. I can find him with his parents and then his wife, but in 1930, he is totally missing. But I know I am not going to find him on a tombstone, because my husband who wasn’t even born until after 1960, remembers this grandfather growing up. In fact this man lived until the 1970s. So where was this man in 1930? Well, if we look at our American history for 1930, we will see that America was still pretty much in the GREAT DEPRESSION, and jobs were still pretty scarce. My husband’s grandfather was like a lot of men, he left his wife and three small children with his in-laws and he went in search of work. ANY WORK. He lived in boarding houses until he found work. And so, since he isn’t living with his wife in 1930, she did not enumerate him as living with her. Since he wasn’t living in any boarding house long term, none of them enumerated him. So he is one of the many who isn’t counted on the US census every census enumeration. Or let’s put it this way, I haven’t been able to find him yet. ;)

Now the next assumption we make is that every house contains a dad, a mom and their children. Maybe your house was like that growing up. Mine wasn’t. Yup, I had a great dad, and a wonderful mom. And a brother. And an aunt, and two of her children and a cousin on my dad’s side, and for a while my best friend who was having troubles at home lived with us. The US census is a one day snapshot of a family. Our family changed hourly. Even Momma never knew who was going to be living there from week to week. She just cooked dinner and if you showed up, you ate. If you stayed, you worked. If you stayed a long time, you got on the chore rotation. “Long time” with Momma usually meant after dinner. LOL So if I am looking at the 1840 census and I see a man with 20+ children, I am not seeing a man that had a lot of kids. I am seeing a man raising someone else’s brood. Don’t make assumptions that all those tick marks beside a man’s name on the 1840 census belong to him. Sure big families were common in the 1840s, but the Duggars would have been rare even then. Most families had about 6-10 kids, not 15-20.

If I see an older woman living with a family, I don’t assume she’s the mother-in-law of the Head of Household. Widows had to live somewhere, and often times they rented rooms from large families in exchange for caring for small children. Don’t automatically assume that older woman is the mother (and thus the new surname you need to be looking for) of the wife of the head of household. Granted it’s a clue, but not carved in stone.

If you see two or three children close in age then a big gap then another child or two, don’t assume momma had a miscarriage or two. My own are spaced that way. The first two came close together, then the gap came because I was busy caring for two very active toddlers and a house and a husband. The next one came because the first two went to school. I am probably not the only momma in the world to have what is known as a Kindergarten baby. Send the oldest to kindergarten, get lonely, have another baby. Even in the days before public school education was popular, that same break was common, because that was about the same age you could start sending them to help Papa in the fields.

Yes, in genealogy, we have to make assumptions or we’d never get any research done. The assumptions we make lead us to the next step of where to look for documents or proof in our research. But if we make the wrong assumptions, then it can lead us down the wrong path. If I hadn’t known my husband’s grandfather lived until the 1970s, I easily could have had him dieing between 1920 and 1930. That would have meant I would have missed the births of most of his children, and his grandchildren. Another marriage and 50 years of his life. If I assume that the man with 20 tick marks had 20 children, I miss the fact that three of those were grandchildren, one was a nephew doing an apprenticeship and one was actually a daughter-in-law and that he still was a man with 15 children. Still very blessed.
If I assume the woman in the household is the mother-in-law of the head of household, I miss his true mother-in-law living next door with her daughter. I get an entire bloodline wrong. I miss out on an entire line of my heritage. I forfeit on a part of my legacy, all because I made a wrong assumption.

Yes, assumptions are good. When they are weighed with facts. Tested by the test of time and refined by retesting over and over again. Assumptions are bad when we allow them to let us get lazy.

Now to my own family. In 1980, 5 people are enumerated in our household. I have a mother, a father and a brother. Don’t make the assumption that in 1980 I gained another. ;)

Painting central is closed…

I got the living room finished late Friday night with a little help from Hubby. Thanks Hon. He taped up the crown moldings and then put all the paintings back on the wall. This is the only room where we have actual paintings, think Starving Artists, instead of family pictures on the walls, and so they are hung properly not with finishing nails and the backs of my tennis shoes. He doesn’t like my ideas of proper tools, so he hung the paintings in the living room himself and he prefers to rehang them himself. Thank you very much.

So that meant I was exhausted this morning. My muscles were actually warm to the touch last night from the exercise, and I really wanted to sleep in this morning, since it snowed yesterday. But no. My husband gets up at 5:30 no matter what and he slept in till 6:30 (which is partly my fault because for some stupid reason, I set my alarm clock-which I managed to sleep through). So by 8, he was doing things to let me know he was hungry and wanted me up too, like slamming drawers and putting his shoes on while leaning on the bed, which rocks the entire bed while he ties his shoes. What did my little puppy dog want? Shoney’s breakfast bar. We go to breakfast on Saturday mornings as our date time and he was hungry. I on the other hand wanted a breakfast bar and two more hours of sleep. He got his way. Dang rising temps.

Once home we went and got another guinea pig, who temporarily is named Waffles. He’s black and white and we’ve tried to talk her into Oreo or Flower, but she’s not sure. He looks just like a little skunk. Hopefully this one is healthy. I checked his eyes out and we watched them a good long time and he seemed frisky, but I swear if he as much as sneezes he’s going back.

My niece and nephew had a baby girl yesterday. She is doing just great and so are momma and daddy. Came home today in a small blizzard and are a little overwhelmed. We haven’t seen her yet except on Facebook, but she looks like her momma which is a good thing. LOL That makes me a great aunt, which of course, I am. I wish we lived closer so I could baby sit for them, but it’s a two hour drive. A little far to drive to go to the movies. I am sure they will find lots of eager friends to baby sit for them for a while though since they are newly marrieds as well.

My next big project is going to be finding all the air holes in this house and filling them. We are getting little leaks of air, and when it gets really cold, like tonight, it’s impossible to keep the house warm, which means high electric bills. I have been working on it for a few weeks and was rewarded with a fairly low bill compared to what other people had during our last snow storm, so it’s motivating me to see where else I can cut back. In this economy, every penny counts, and I am squeezing ours until they holler. The supplies I bought are already paying for themselves in lower bills. Not to mention it’s nicer to be warmer.

I did get some genealogy done today despite acting goofy on Facebook with my cousins. I swear that is the biggest drain on time known to man. We have more fun on there though than we would in real life. LOL Especially since I am allergic to smoke and they are all smokers. Not into farmville, or any of those kinds of things, but it is nice to see pictures of their kids and hear how they are doing after all these years of being apart.

So if anyone knows where I can get a good back rub cheap, let me know. My shoulders are still very sore and Mr. You Know Who, is fast asleep. Early to rise, early to zonk out. LOL

Well it didn’t start out like that…

Today was a very productive day, but as you can see, well, it didn’t start out like that. Today was supposed to be the day that Mom had her transfusion, but there was a scheduling problem and so it got rescheduled and so I knew we didn’t have to do that today and #3 came down this morning and climbed into bed with me and when I said, “Do you feel like going to school?”, she replied, “I don’t know” in Henry Kissinger’s voice, making me pretty sure that she did not. So I told her to just stay home relieving me off all duties as well and so she and I slept until 10:30! On a week day! Oh, Heaven.

So I figured nothing much would get done today. And really nothing much did get done until 2:30 when I decided to clean out my email inbox and then I put 3 cemeteries online and did some correspondence that I’d been putting off. Then the fireplace guy called and said he was on his way. You know to fix the fireplace, in the LIVING ROOM, the LIVING ROOM that I was in the middle of PAINTING! So while we were waiting on him, the girls and I straightened the Living Room and while he worked on the fire place, Hubby and I taped up the ceiling so that I could finish painting tomorrow and I got a load of clothes washed and dried and all in all it turned out to be a very productive day after all.

I am glad to get my inbox cleaned out a little. It was getting so I couldn’t read my emails. I had several emails that were opened that appeared I had read them, but I had not. That’s not good because I use my email as a way to contact researchers, cemetery photographers, my children’s schools, people I work with at church. I have to keep my email up to date and I check it several times a day. It feels good to have it under control again.

So tomorrow I hope to get some painting done and some house work done so that I can play on my computer by my new fireplace and do genealogy all weekend. I haven’t done that in forever and I think it’s time I took a little me time. Seems starting the day late didn’t put me behind schedule, it just refocused my attentions to where they needed to be. And rested me up for the day.

A Doctoring We Will Go…

Why can’t I get anything done these days? Well, I seem to have become a hypochondriac. LOL Not really, I just have sick kids and I had to go to the Neurologist and mom has to have an Iron transfusion this week. Plus, #2 had to go to the Orthodontist, so I went to the doctor’s offices 5 times in one week. So that can make one feel like they have become one of those people that thinks they like to be sick, but I assure you I hate to be sick, I hate going to the doctor, despite the fact that they are very nice when I am there, they waste (in my opinion) a great deal of my time, and I hate waiting, so I may be a closet hypochondriac, but I could never be one in real life because I could never have the patience for sitting in doctor’s offices that much. But #2 is now down to every 9 months at the Ortho! Which is good because her sister is getting her braces on in a few weeks. SIGH. The Neuro now has me down to every 4 months. And hopefully a round of antibiotics will stop the constant coughing going on around my house.

Mom’s doctor had wanted to do the transfusion months ago, and mom had refused. So they were trying to do it via iron supplements, but her new doctor her insisted, and mom agreed to try it. I think the new doctor may have explained the procedure a little better. So it will be outpatient only and will take about three hours. Hopefully this will give her more energy and take away her paleness that has had me so worried.

So that’s what’s kept me busy this week instead of my well laid out plans. I’d planned on cleaning house (which thankfully I did), laundry (which is done!) and painting the living room (not so much) this week. But God had other plans. Showing me I was needed at home. As mom and daughter. So yes, I get it, I am still needed at times at home. But I will be glad when my family is well enough to not need me like this, because I don’t like seeing them suffer.

On the genealogy front, haven’t done any because it’s migraine week for me and so I have gone to be early most nights this week as well. Bad planning I guess. Maybe next week. But it’s supposed to be icy this weekend so I think I will some time to hit Footnote assuming that everyone else in the south iced in doesn’t try and do the same thing.

Wow, How does Leo do it???

Well, today was day one of my new get off my butt and get my act into gear and I just want to say. I am tired. LOL The house really wasn’t that dirty. The older two kids are working weekends so they didn’t make that many messes and #3 spent most of the weekend in the recliner reading a book and so all I really had to do house wise today was dust, sweep and laundry so I decided to go get the paint and finally spruce up our living room which I have been saying needed a new coat of paint for months. Well, I got one wall painted totally, and the pictures are back up tonight as proof! The second wall is painted, but I didn’t get the cutting in finished because it’s behind the TV and that sucker is heavy and so I got tired and finally took a little nap. Had a migraine come on and decided to take a nap. But I got my house clean, my laundry is done. #3’s laundry is actually washing as we speak (write?) and Hubby is grilling burgers. The living room is a bit messy with the furniture moved away from the walls, but maybe tomorrow I will be able to get another wall done between doctors appointments and carpooling.
By the time the weather warms up enough for me to move outside, I hope to have the inside all spruced up and ready for me to move outside. It will feel good to know that I won’t be ignoring the inside when I work outside because a few hours outside each day usually plumb tuckers me out as my grandpa would say.

So tonight I am going to enjoy a little bachelor. And later this week when I have a rest period, I am going to work on my genealogy again. I think I am getting back into the swing of having a little more free time to get things done around the house. Larger chunks of time to do bigger projects is nice. A nice new coat of paint in the Living Room is just the perfect way to wash away those winter doldrums.

It’s Saturday…

So it must be nest cleaning day… That’s what Leo does every Saturday is clean out his nest. That bird is so silly, but he reminds me that routine is good for us. It keeps us healthy, it keeps us active, it keeps our house clean, it keeps away depression. Where is Leo’s helpmate, Clementine? Well, Clementine suffered from depression and she would often sit on the perch and watch Leo as he cleaned the nest and stare off into space. Clementine died about 3 years ago. Leo and Clementine were brothers bought the same day at the same store. (Yes, I know, but the kids were hopeful we’d have babies, so one of them needed a girls name.)

Lately I have been acting a lot like Clementine. I can get depressed easily this time of year. The weather is gloomy. It’s been cold and rainy and it’s hard to get out and about. But I can choose to be like Leo. Will it add years to my life? I don’t know, but it will add quality to the years I do have. So I am going to choose today to try and be more like Leo. I can clean my cage, organizing my life a little, doing the things that make me happy.

So today I am starting with Vacation Bible School training. I love VBS, but last year I turned the reigns of VBS over to another one of the moms. She will be our director this year for the first time in twelve years. I am so excited, because I am going to be doing something I have dreamed and prayed about doing for several years now, I am going to be starting a four year old class. In the pass our four year old class was just for teachers kids, and I would love to see us be able to open it up to the community. We won’t be able to do that this year, because I will still be assistant director this year, but I am excited about VBS this year and so I am going to approach it with a Leo attitude.

Then home to do a little housework. If Leo can straighten his cage on a Saturday, so can I. :)

My latest Book- Eve’s Daughter’s

Our local library has a friends of the library bookstore where you can donate books and they will sell the books cheaply to make money for the library. Mom and I went yesterday to get some books and I started my first one and could not put it down until I had read the entire book. I’d read a review once that said it was a good book for genealogist and I HIGHLY recommend it for any woman genealogist. It’s a book of fiction, but it has transformed me-should I say? Yes, transformed me.

It’s a book about 4 women, four generations of women who are all affected by each others decisions. Much like my own family, each generation of women are different from their mothers dramatically and as each woman’s story is told you see why the daughter took such a dramatically different path than her mother. The story starts in 1980 with moving of Emma (the grandmother) from her apartment into a retirement home, and we meet her daughter, Grace and grand-daughter Sue as they tell their stories. Emma will tell her mother, Louise’s story. Louise was born in Germany and immigrated with her husband to the United States because he refused to join the army when he received his draft papers. Emma is born in the United States and marries her husband, Karl because his brother who she was supposed to marry dies during the War, and she feels guilty. She divorces Karl and raises Grace all by herself. Grace is the model 1950s housewife, and Sue is the model 1970s housewife with career and kids. The story takes you from 1894 to 1980 following the lives of these four women and you are literally drawn into their worlds. You can smell the foods they eat, hear the music they dance to, feel the sorrows they go through. And even as you realize who Grace’s father is, you still want her to realize who he is and you want for her to be able to talk to him one more time.

This book was published in 1999, but if you can find it in print at your library, I’d highly recommend you reading it. It only took me about 6 hours to read it. It’s a great book for a genealogist for the fun read, but also for any woman. It’s a Christian book as well, which I didn’t realize when I bought it, but it also talks about the struggles between the Irish Catholics and the German Protestants. My own family were German Protestants, so I enjoyed reading about that part of the book. The meal times sounded so good, since they sounded like dinner at my grandmother’s house. I didn’t realize how much German influence her cooking had until I started researching my German ancestry.

So that’s how I spent my rainy day today. It was too wet to do much else and I had my laundry caught up for once. So I enjoyed a nice long read in my recliner. It was nice to be transformed to another place and time.

Oh God Am I bored…

Okay, there’s plenty I could be doing. The house needs my attention, genealogy, cemetery website, I bought 5 new books this morning, take a walk, but frankly I am bored. Blah. Please tell me it’s just that time of the year. The kids are not entertaining me. They just sit and watched movies all day yesterday. Try to get them up to do something and they say, “Mom we’re tired.” Of what? I wonder. You’re young, how can you be so tired. Hubby really is tired by the time he gets home and doesn’t want to do anything but eat his supper, watch a little TV or read his book and go to bed early. Me, I am antsy. I want to do something. Go somewhere, see someone. I feel pent up, too much energy. The grocery store isn’t appealing travel. The house work doesn’t burn off steam. Laundry doesn’t quench my thirst for adventure.

I felt this way when the kids were little and I was at home with them. No money to travel, on energy because they would wear me down when we left the confines of the house, but now I think the problem is more I don’t know where to begin. I have the time and the means, but don’t know where to start. What to do. You hear of women my age trying to find themselves and I think it begins with this feeling. This bored feeling. The things that once interested me, no longer interest. I hope that it’s just cabin fever. That with the spring will come anew feeling of purpose. Because right now I feel like a caged animal looking for a place to pounce. Why can’t I turn that energy into something productive like a clean living room, or a decluttered closet? Come on buttercups. Show your beautiful heads. Come on warm breezes and wash away my malaise. I think I have had enough of winter. No more staycations for us. It makes the winters too long.