First Born
Good Morning to all.
I don’t know why, but spell checker is not working, so please excuse anything misspelled . Enjoy Anyway!!
My last post was about my youngest son and his birthday.
Here it is February and I haven't posted for almost a month.So this post is about my First Born.
Larry will be 38 February the 14th.
I had been married almost 2 years when I found out I would be having my first baby. Oh what joy!! The whole experience was one big mystery to me.
Ya, I knew that my mother had had 13 babies, and lived.. and I had had all the normal instructions about babies, in high school health, and home economics classes. I still was very uncertain as to how this was all going to work.
When I became a new mom-to-be, I was sooo.. very happy that I would finally have a baby all my own, and will be able to direct its life and give it love and a happy home. This baby would have every advantage I could possible give it, at least that’s the idea I had.
We lived in California, on the Hoopa Indian reservation, where I quickly found out, that if you are not Indian, they do not want you living there, but, because, my husband was Indian,( Blackfoot) we were ok to be there. By that I mean, that if you were not Indian, you were seen as someone who doesn't belong. The Indians, who lived on this reservation, where themselves only part Indian their parents, parents, ect., had mixed with the Chinese, who had lived in the area, working on the railroads, when the rail lines were first being put in from California, to Utah!. (When I lived there, there really were only 5 known full blooded Hoopa Indians on the reservation). These people hung on to the fact that they were Indian, and they were the only ones allowed to be there, as the white man had already taken almost all their land from them. So, a white person living there was a threat to them. They had their own laws and their own ways, and you were not allowed to mess with that.
What they would do was let you come in and buy land, house, whatever. Then they would wait a few months. Then they would get a gang together, and go to your home, when you were gone, and burn it down.When you go to the police, who consisted of one officer, and one sheriff, who were more than likely related, you were treated with much concern. Everything would be promised, as to the fact that they would look into this matter and it will be dealt with. Then you wait, and guess what.. nothing ever was done about it. If you complained too much, you may find yourself sitting in one of the two jail cells they had, which almost always, was empty. After a while, most people just packed up and left.
Now, Back to the main topic!
The Hoopa hospital, where this wonderful event was to take place, had one doctor and a nurse and a couple nurses’ aids. The Doctor was a woman doctor, and she had, had an amazing life. She had done a lot of work in Africa in the Amazon area where tribes had been fighting each other with just a river to separate them. While I was in labor having Larry, she told of stories where she delivered babies in a boat, going down the rivers, and the tribes shooting at each other across the water, as the boat floated through the fighting. So see, I was in good hands. She wears her hair in long black braids, tied with buckskin straps and most of the time she had on regular clothes, and a smock, and she did wear moccasins.
When the big day came, it was a Sabbath, actually it was Feb.14th. The Doctor had told me that I was due on Valentines Day. Well I don't observe that as anything other than a pagan day, and was absolutely sure I would not have my precious baby, a gift from God, on a pagan day, and on a Sabbath day as well, which is a day to rest. But somehow, things didn't work out like I thought. Indeed, I started labor on Friday the 13th and 17 hours later Larry was born. He was born on the Sabbath, on Valentines Day. I, being very young in the Faith, was somewhat concerned for the fact that I labored on that day. I have since resolved that it was indeed a labor of love, which is allowed.
All that said, I was very very proud of this little boy, who was so very perfect in every way, whom I considered to be a big miracle, and God had given him to me. I remember feeling so proud, and finally getting to see this little person I had grown to love as I carried him, before he was born. I felt so much love for him, so protective of him and had this overwhelming desire to show him off to everyone. I couldn't wait to get out of the hospital, so I could get him home and start that wonderful journey, of being his mom.
God has blessed me with 4 children, and every one of them is indeed a miracle and every one of them is a perfect gifts from God.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Mark's Birthday
Good Morning to all my kids and friends.
This day, about 34 years ago, was a very cold wintry day, with icy roads and a little snow that had fallen during the night. The temperature was in the teens and the wind wasn't blowing hard, but it was very very cold.
So naturally, this would be the day, my third son would want to come into the world. January 11Th 1974.
I remember that day, as I had spent a week or so, with Connie Geotz and family, at her home here in Columbia, as she was the one that was going to drive me to the hospital when the time came to go.
About 6 am I started realizing that this would be the day to go to Jefferson City, to the Charles Still hospital where 2 year before Marks' older brother, David was born. I had the same Doctor and that was the hospital he operated out of. I don't think its called Charles Still any longer.
I waited for Connie to get up and around so she could drive me the half hour trip to Jefferson City.
Connie had to take her daughter Carrie to daycare, first and then come and get me. I was hoping she didn't get stuck in traffic, have a flat tire, or even a wreck. ha.
Connie was a cool as a she could be, but I was a little concerned, that I would not make it to the hospital in time.
We arrived at the hospital about 9:30 am. They admitted me and put me in the labor room. I told the nurse that I wanted to see the doctor. She said he would be around soon. About 10 :30 he showed up and check on my progress. Said it would be a little while yet, and left the room. It was about and hour later he came back and checked again. He said, we were getting there, but that it would still be a while yet.
Then about half a hour later, I asked the little nurse that had came into the room, If she would tell the doctor I wanted him to come. She said.. He will be here pretty soon.
Well I knew what that meant. It meant that would be at least another half hour.
I told her.. YOU NEED TO GET THE DOCTOR. She patted my arm and said, "It will be alright MRS. Good, the doctor will be here soon. "
I said.. FINE, then I grabbed one of my knees and pushed.. wow.. Mark was born right on the table. He didn't seem to mind one bit. I think he was just glad to be able to see daylight, finally.
The little nurse, just about lost it.. she turned and ran down the hall way.. yelling... Doctor, Doctor.... about a minute later.. the doctor arrived.. checked everything out, did what needed to be done, and said to me.. "Well , You just pop that fine young man out, didn't you?" I told him.. I asked the nurse for him, but she didn't believe me.
Anyway, the nurses, doctor and I just thought Mark was such a wonderful little baby. He was so sweet, and just sort of really looking around the room, trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. He did cry a little as the doctor sort of tapped his feet. But then he settled down and was wide awake just nice and calm.
The nurses made a big fuss over him, as they had put on his little bed, GOOD BABY BOY.
All of you boys were Strong babies, and could hold your head up right at birth. I never even knew most babies had wobbly heads, until I was around some of the other babies. People think I am nuts, but those that remember you boys when your were born, know what I am talking about.
Most of the babies born in our family are really strong at birth.
Anyway, Mark hope you have another great year, and I am so very, very proud of you for overcoming the smoking habit you had. I know it wasn't easy, but even at birth, when you were ready to do something, nothing would keep you from it. love you..
your mom
This day, about 34 years ago, was a very cold wintry day, with icy roads and a little snow that had fallen during the night. The temperature was in the teens and the wind wasn't blowing hard, but it was very very cold.
So naturally, this would be the day, my third son would want to come into the world. January 11Th 1974.
I remember that day, as I had spent a week or so, with Connie Geotz and family, at her home here in Columbia, as she was the one that was going to drive me to the hospital when the time came to go.
About 6 am I started realizing that this would be the day to go to Jefferson City, to the Charles Still hospital where 2 year before Marks' older brother, David was born. I had the same Doctor and that was the hospital he operated out of. I don't think its called Charles Still any longer.
I waited for Connie to get up and around so she could drive me the half hour trip to Jefferson City.
Connie had to take her daughter Carrie to daycare, first and then come and get me. I was hoping she didn't get stuck in traffic, have a flat tire, or even a wreck. ha.
Connie was a cool as a she could be, but I was a little concerned, that I would not make it to the hospital in time.
We arrived at the hospital about 9:30 am. They admitted me and put me in the labor room. I told the nurse that I wanted to see the doctor. She said he would be around soon. About 10 :30 he showed up and check on my progress. Said it would be a little while yet, and left the room. It was about and hour later he came back and checked again. He said, we were getting there, but that it would still be a while yet.
Then about half a hour later, I asked the little nurse that had came into the room, If she would tell the doctor I wanted him to come. She said.. He will be here pretty soon.
Well I knew what that meant. It meant that would be at least another half hour.
I told her.. YOU NEED TO GET THE DOCTOR. She patted my arm and said, "It will be alright MRS. Good, the doctor will be here soon. "
I said.. FINE, then I grabbed one of my knees and pushed.. wow.. Mark was born right on the table. He didn't seem to mind one bit. I think he was just glad to be able to see daylight, finally.
The little nurse, just about lost it.. she turned and ran down the hall way.. yelling... Doctor, Doctor.... about a minute later.. the doctor arrived.. checked everything out, did what needed to be done, and said to me.. "Well , You just pop that fine young man out, didn't you?" I told him.. I asked the nurse for him, but she didn't believe me.
Anyway, the nurses, doctor and I just thought Mark was such a wonderful little baby. He was so sweet, and just sort of really looking around the room, trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. He did cry a little as the doctor sort of tapped his feet. But then he settled down and was wide awake just nice and calm.
The nurses made a big fuss over him, as they had put on his little bed, GOOD BABY BOY.
All of you boys were Strong babies, and could hold your head up right at birth. I never even knew most babies had wobbly heads, until I was around some of the other babies. People think I am nuts, but those that remember you boys when your were born, know what I am talking about.
Most of the babies born in our family are really strong at birth.
Anyway, Mark hope you have another great year, and I am so very, very proud of you for overcoming the smoking habit you had. I know it wasn't easy, but even at birth, when you were ready to do something, nothing would keep you from it. love you..
your mom
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Some pics from our past
Today, I wanted to post some pictures of where our families, ( McGaughey's and Carlisle's
homes in Ireland. This is something not too many people have the blessing of seeing in their lifetimes. I Know that my dad, your grandfather McGaughey, never ever got to see where his mom and dad grew up, or ever to even meet his grandparents on either side of the family. Kind of a shame, in a way, but that was the reality of most people who had parents that immigrated from other parts of the map, back in the 1800's and earlier.
Jason and Tracy on the road in front of the Carlisle home. notice the white home in the back grown, well, the McGaughey home is directly across the street from it.
This is one of the rooms in the original Carlisle home. The home was being used for storage, but we were allowed inside. There were several rooms, all small, and this room had a stairway to go upstairs.
This last picture is a long shot, with our tour guide and I standing at the borderlines of the property.
homes in Ireland. This is something not too many people have the blessing of seeing in their lifetimes. I Know that my dad, your grandfather McGaughey, never ever got to see where his mom and dad grew up, or ever to even meet his grandparents on either side of the family. Kind of a shame, in a way, but that was the reality of most people who had parents that immigrated from other parts of the map, back in the 1800's and earlier.
Grandma Rachel Elisabeth Carlisle, and Grandpa, Robert Henry McGaughey, lived in Northern Ireland, on Damoily Road about 2 miles from the town of Market hill .
Here is the road sign
travel on this now paved road for about 1/2 mile and come to grandpa McGaughey's home:
The white plaster part is the original home when grandpa was a boy. Back then it had a thatched roof, and dirt floors and rock walls. Through the generations newer products were used, but this is the original spot and house with the newer products put over top of the old. While we were inside the room, our tour guide, Barbra Ferguson, showed us some of the original walls. The mostly stone area was added later as the family grew.
This is Tracy and me leaving the McGaughey home. You cannot imagine how happy I am at this time. To think that my grandfather, had gone though this door way so many times as he was growing up. Just amazing to me that I would ever be here.
This is the view from the McGaugheys home Eastward, the pole you see on the right, is the back yard of the Carlisle home. So the McGaugheys home was on the right side of the road and the Carlisle home was about 100yards up the road on the left.
The Carlisle home is now owned by another family. That's because, my grandmother was one of 8 girls, and there were no boys to leave the home place to. Her dad, Samuel, was a school teacher and taught both Catholics and Protestant students. That was quite an honor to be able to cross religious lines and stay in good standing with members of both sides. Grandpa was well educated, and well liked.
Jason and Tracy on the road in front of the Carlisle home. notice the white home in the back grown, well, the McGaughey home is directly across the street from it.This is one of the rooms in the original Carlisle home. The home was being used for storage, but we were allowed inside. There were several rooms, all small, and this room had a stairway to go upstairs.This last picture is a long shot, with our tour guide and I standing at the borderlines of the property.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Were back !!
Hello all, We are back from our Feast /Ireland tip. Wow what a time we had.
traveling can be a great big informative experience. It is said that Ireland has 40 shades of Green. I agree with that. I never saw one rainbow while there, but I saw lots of friendly people with friendly, warm, inviting smiles. Sorry Mark, no leprechauns! If you ask for directions, an Irishman will tell you how to get there, then tell you again, and one more time just to make sure! Now that's service, with a smile!!
We met some brethren from Texas, a whole group from various parts of Missouri, and Canada, Britain, and other parts of the map. All our messages were informative, or/ and motivating. We had a dinner dance, with lamb as one of the meat dishes on the plentiful buffet. yummy cheese cake desserts, and even a fun game. we were placed at tables that had another countries flag as a centerpiece, then we had a list of questions we had to answerer, as a group, to see how much we knew about the other country. Surprisingly we actually did know some of the answers, but I don't think we were the winning table. I personally think it was a lesson in humility.
We visited the Waterford Crystal Co-operation! I was blown away with how many years it takes to become one of the people allowed to work on the production of the hand made glass items. The tour or the plant, I would recommend to anyone going to Waterford Ireland. Did you know that Waterford never sells anything with an imperfection in it. It is truly a work of art. they make trophies for sporting events, Chandeliers, as well as stem wear, bar wear, picture frames, and vases. some of the pieces I especially liked was the Violin, horse and carriage, lighthouse and the chess sets. Its really amazing to see all that detailed work that takes hours to produce. It takes over 20 years to become a master craftsman for Waterford. Then you are allowed to work on the trophies. It takes 5 years of training just to work on the production of any piece that is made there.
Now, I told you I would be trying the Guinness.. I did.. I have decided, I would not make a good drunk.. never mind its not morally good. Dad and I shared our first Guinness.. I let him have the lions share.. because.. yukkkk.. If that is a food.. I will be fasting a lot. Others did like it, and that was good for the Irish economy.
Now a word about Irish coffee.. now that's a whole nother story. One of the best coffees I had was in a pub named "Bailey's". While waiting for our waiter to come, one Irish local, suggested that if we get Irish coffee, make sure its made with Jamison's whiskey. Now I am not a drinker, have never really cared for anything in the way of alcohol.. but that was not bad at all.. But one is quite enough. I have come to the conclusion, that if you want good food.. the pub has to be named after a drink of some kind. ha. This Bailey's had the best steaks, all home grown, that we have had anywhere. As a matter of fact I had everything from fish to lamb, and didn't have a problem with any of it. by that , I mean, I am very sensitive to the stuff they put in our meats, here in the USA, and when I consume them , unless they are Organic, I usually end up with some NOT SO Fun, after effects.. but I ate right off the menu in Ireland and never had any reaction to any of the items. We also noticed that if we asked for something different than the way they normally make it, that the cooks went out of their way, to accommodate.. This made it all the more enjoyable for us.
It was interesting to note, that they are not any better at our geography than we are of theirs. At our Arklow Bay Hotel, where breakfast was included with our stay, one of our waiters wanted to know if Kansas was in Texas. I am still wandering if the Texas brethren were giving him a hard time. ha. And another thing I discovered.. I am not as weired as I thought.. they had beans from breakfast.. ha.. well.. we grew up with beans as one of the items for breakfast.. go figure.. my grandparents were both from Ireland.. ha.. now I know..
More in my post another day.. I got to go... my computer wants to update.. go figure.
traveling can be a great big informative experience. It is said that Ireland has 40 shades of Green. I agree with that. I never saw one rainbow while there, but I saw lots of friendly people with friendly, warm, inviting smiles. Sorry Mark, no leprechauns! If you ask for directions, an Irishman will tell you how to get there, then tell you again, and one more time just to make sure! Now that's service, with a smile!!
We met some brethren from Texas, a whole group from various parts of Missouri, and Canada, Britain, and other parts of the map. All our messages were informative, or/ and motivating. We had a dinner dance, with lamb as one of the meat dishes on the plentiful buffet. yummy cheese cake desserts, and even a fun game. we were placed at tables that had another countries flag as a centerpiece, then we had a list of questions we had to answerer, as a group, to see how much we knew about the other country. Surprisingly we actually did know some of the answers, but I don't think we were the winning table. I personally think it was a lesson in humility.
We visited the Waterford Crystal Co-operation! I was blown away with how many years it takes to become one of the people allowed to work on the production of the hand made glass items. The tour or the plant, I would recommend to anyone going to Waterford Ireland. Did you know that Waterford never sells anything with an imperfection in it. It is truly a work of art. they make trophies for sporting events, Chandeliers, as well as stem wear, bar wear, picture frames, and vases. some of the pieces I especially liked was the Violin, horse and carriage, lighthouse and the chess sets. Its really amazing to see all that detailed work that takes hours to produce. It takes over 20 years to become a master craftsman for Waterford. Then you are allowed to work on the trophies. It takes 5 years of training just to work on the production of any piece that is made there.
Now, I told you I would be trying the Guinness.. I did.. I have decided, I would not make a good drunk.. never mind its not morally good. Dad and I shared our first Guinness.. I let him have the lions share.. because.. yukkkk.. If that is a food.. I will be fasting a lot. Others did like it, and that was good for the Irish economy.
Now a word about Irish coffee.. now that's a whole nother story. One of the best coffees I had was in a pub named "Bailey's". While waiting for our waiter to come, one Irish local, suggested that if we get Irish coffee, make sure its made with Jamison's whiskey. Now I am not a drinker, have never really cared for anything in the way of alcohol.. but that was not bad at all.. But one is quite enough. I have come to the conclusion, that if you want good food.. the pub has to be named after a drink of some kind. ha. This Bailey's had the best steaks, all home grown, that we have had anywhere. As a matter of fact I had everything from fish to lamb, and didn't have a problem with any of it. by that , I mean, I am very sensitive to the stuff they put in our meats, here in the USA, and when I consume them , unless they are Organic, I usually end up with some NOT SO Fun, after effects.. but I ate right off the menu in Ireland and never had any reaction to any of the items. We also noticed that if we asked for something different than the way they normally make it, that the cooks went out of their way, to accommodate.. This made it all the more enjoyable for us.
It was interesting to note, that they are not any better at our geography than we are of theirs. At our Arklow Bay Hotel, where breakfast was included with our stay, one of our waiters wanted to know if Kansas was in Texas. I am still wandering if the Texas brethren were giving him a hard time. ha. And another thing I discovered.. I am not as weired as I thought.. they had beans from breakfast.. ha.. well.. we grew up with beans as one of the items for breakfast.. go figure.. my grandparents were both from Ireland.. ha.. now I know..
More in my post another day.. I got to go... my computer wants to update.. go figure.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Off to the Land of Rainbows, Lepracons & Guiness
We will be leaving on a trip of a lifetime and believe you me, I never thought I would get to go to the home of my grandmother and grandfather McGaughey, Ireland!
I can not even think of the words to use to express myself!
I told dad, it was like, the publishers clearing house people coming to the door and giving him flowers and champagne, and telling him he had won a Hundred Million dollars.
Its something that you would love to happen, but realistically, never think it will.
So today, we have packed our bags, and check everything twice and are feeling like we are pretty much ready, but.. Alas,, we still have to wait until we can leave. This is the hard part... the waiting.
Oh ! Tracy called and left a message on our answering machine, and our phones don't work in Ireland. neither does Jason's', nor his laptop. So.. I will see if I can post to this blog, at our Arklow Motel, once we get there. If you see no new posts.. its because I have no way to get to a computer. But.. I will try.
I have heard that Guiness in Ireland is not beer, its a food. I will eat lots of food in Ireland. So I am taking my FAT pants.
Mark, if I see a leprechaun, I will try and catch him, because, if you do, he has to tell you where the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, is. So if I come back rich.. well you will know I caught one.
And the exchange rate is horrible, for ever Euro.. it cost us $1.39. For every Pound it cost us $2.00. ugg.
Dad said if he found work, he may stay. Cherry and John were over and left us a converter, so I can use my curling Iron and recharge my camera batteries. They said to have a Guiness for them too. Boy I may come back looking quite Rosy... ha
I can not even think of the words to use to express myself!
I told dad, it was like, the publishers clearing house people coming to the door and giving him flowers and champagne, and telling him he had won a Hundred Million dollars.
Its something that you would love to happen, but realistically, never think it will.
So today, we have packed our bags, and check everything twice and are feeling like we are pretty much ready, but.. Alas,, we still have to wait until we can leave. This is the hard part... the waiting.
Oh ! Tracy called and left a message on our answering machine, and our phones don't work in Ireland. neither does Jason's', nor his laptop. So.. I will see if I can post to this blog, at our Arklow Motel, once we get there. If you see no new posts.. its because I have no way to get to a computer. But.. I will try.
I have heard that Guiness in Ireland is not beer, its a food. I will eat lots of food in Ireland. So I am taking my FAT pants.
Mark, if I see a leprechaun, I will try and catch him, because, if you do, he has to tell you where the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, is. So if I come back rich.. well you will know I caught one.
And the exchange rate is horrible, for ever Euro.. it cost us $1.39. For every Pound it cost us $2.00. ugg.
Dad said if he found work, he may stay. Cherry and John were over and left us a converter, so I can use my curling Iron and recharge my camera batteries. They said to have a Guiness for them too. Boy I may come back looking quite Rosy... ha
Monday, September 17, 2007
When the Trumpet blows
Yesterday a long time friend of mine, Mary Elisabeth Cottingham, was buried. She had lived in this life for 97 years. She had one of the most memorable funerals I have ever been too.
Mary could trace her ancestry back to the 1700s. She carefully shared that information with her 12 children.
Mary named one of her girls, Mary, and that Mary named her only child, Mary, and until very recently, they all lived under one roof.
Mary Jane, the second marry, took care of her mom, Mary Elisabeth, for many many year. Mary Elisabeth, was privileged to have such a caring and dedicated daughter.
The love I have seen shown in that family was something truly wonderful to see.
The family had their own personal newsletter, as a way of keeping in touch and up to date. It was always posted on the refrigerator door, and I remember seeing it one time and the title of that edition was, " The House of the Three Mary's". I loved it.
Mary E. Cottingham lived life with a brave heart, trusting in Our Lord to help her raise all 12 of the children. Their dad died in 1962, and here she was with 12 children to raise, all by herself.
She was able to inspire them to work hard, and be productive members of society. She insisted they become well educated and put all of them through college. Some of them did earn scholarships, which helped.
Mary and her husband had both been school teachers. She also taught music and most of her kids play some sort of instrument.
At her funeral all her girls and granddaughters sang a song at the start and another at the finish of the service. The place the funeral was held was a nice little country church that her family had donated the land for . So this event was really very fitting for them. Her casket was carried, right out to the burial site in the back of the church, again, very fitting.
Mary's parents were married 14 years before she was born and she was an only child so she was very much loved. She passed that love onto her kids, and offered it freely to her friends and anyone who came in contact with her.
At her funeral it was noted that she had died on the eve of a Holy Day that she had keep as required in the Bible as one of the seven of Gods' Feast day. That is the Feast Of Trumpets. During her service, some one blew the rams horn, as that typifies the blowing of horns or trumpets, when Christ comes back and gathers all the living and dead, who have lived lives that honor His way, to be raised and meet him in the air. The dead first and the living after that.
I believe they only blew the horn 6 times, as the 7th time it is blown, will be when Christ actually descends from heaven and calls Mary to ascend to heaven, and the angels will gather her to be with Him. This also was fitting.
Mary had about 75 or so people attend, and after the grave side service, they had a meal with many people contrubuting their best dishes. The tables were adorned with white table cloths and most everyone stayed and shared this wonderful meal together. I believe Mrs. Mongler, and Mary Bell Striete did most of the work for that.
During Marys life, she had many of these same people over to her home for dinner, so a lot of people were privledged to serve her, one last time. This was also, fitting.
She now rests in peace beside her husband and one daughter. We will see her again as is promised in the scriptures, this too is fitting!
Mary could trace her ancestry back to the 1700s. She carefully shared that information with her 12 children.
Mary named one of her girls, Mary, and that Mary named her only child, Mary, and until very recently, they all lived under one roof.
Mary Jane, the second marry, took care of her mom, Mary Elisabeth, for many many year. Mary Elisabeth, was privileged to have such a caring and dedicated daughter.
The love I have seen shown in that family was something truly wonderful to see.
The family had their own personal newsletter, as a way of keeping in touch and up to date. It was always posted on the refrigerator door, and I remember seeing it one time and the title of that edition was, " The House of the Three Mary's". I loved it.
Mary E. Cottingham lived life with a brave heart, trusting in Our Lord to help her raise all 12 of the children. Their dad died in 1962, and here she was with 12 children to raise, all by herself.
She was able to inspire them to work hard, and be productive members of society. She insisted they become well educated and put all of them through college. Some of them did earn scholarships, which helped.
Mary and her husband had both been school teachers. She also taught music and most of her kids play some sort of instrument.
At her funeral all her girls and granddaughters sang a song at the start and another at the finish of the service. The place the funeral was held was a nice little country church that her family had donated the land for . So this event was really very fitting for them. Her casket was carried, right out to the burial site in the back of the church, again, very fitting.
Mary's parents were married 14 years before she was born and she was an only child so she was very much loved. She passed that love onto her kids, and offered it freely to her friends and anyone who came in contact with her.
At her funeral it was noted that she had died on the eve of a Holy Day that she had keep as required in the Bible as one of the seven of Gods' Feast day. That is the Feast Of Trumpets. During her service, some one blew the rams horn, as that typifies the blowing of horns or trumpets, when Christ comes back and gathers all the living and dead, who have lived lives that honor His way, to be raised and meet him in the air. The dead first and the living after that.
I believe they only blew the horn 6 times, as the 7th time it is blown, will be when Christ actually descends from heaven and calls Mary to ascend to heaven, and the angels will gather her to be with Him. This also was fitting.
Mary had about 75 or so people attend, and after the grave side service, they had a meal with many people contrubuting their best dishes. The tables were adorned with white table cloths and most everyone stayed and shared this wonderful meal together. I believe Mrs. Mongler, and Mary Bell Striete did most of the work for that.
During Marys life, she had many of these same people over to her home for dinner, so a lot of people were privledged to serve her, one last time. This was also, fitting.
She now rests in peace beside her husband and one daughter. We will see her again as is promised in the scriptures, this too is fitting!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Guess whats in the Trunk?
We recently went to California, for our annual 4Th of July/family Reunion.
While there I was determined to visit one of my now deceased, aunts home, where one of my brothers now lives. They had been cleaning out OLD stuff, that they had no interest in anymore. I was given a nice old trunk, and allowed to fill it with lots of old pictures, letters, and other things of interest to me.
One thing I was trying to do, was find any information I could on family members who had lived, or had immigrated from Ireland.
We are planning a trip back there where my grandfather and grandmother, on my dads side, came from. I would love to be able to see the old home place and also see where they went to school, church, ect. Sort of get a little idea, of how and where they lived.
Well we got our trunk all filled with wonderful items to explore, and had it mailed back to Mo. It is to the UPS's credit, that only one little picture frame, had a broken pane, and everything else was in perfect shape, upon arrival.
I have a huge allergy to insecticides. Moth balls are insecticides, and this old trunk, at one time, had those moth balls in it that so many people use, and it has permeated a lot of the papers and boxes in the trunk. We have tried to "air" it outside, and I have been only taking a few things out at a time to examine the contents, for information on anything that may help me find answers to where my dad's parents lived in Ireland.
as a results, I now am feeling.. soooooo tired, and draggy, which is how the insecticides effects me.
I feel like I have a lot to do, and no energy to do them.
My husband kept saying that he didn't think it was a good idea for me to be in that trunk, after he detected the moth ball smell, but dumb old me.. I was like a moth to a flame, drawn to find out as much as I could about my ancestors.
So anyone who may have any idea, how to get rid of that moth ball odor, please post your answerer.. Thanks.
While there I was determined to visit one of my now deceased, aunts home, where one of my brothers now lives. They had been cleaning out OLD stuff, that they had no interest in anymore. I was given a nice old trunk, and allowed to fill it with lots of old pictures, letters, and other things of interest to me.
One thing I was trying to do, was find any information I could on family members who had lived, or had immigrated from Ireland.
We are planning a trip back there where my grandfather and grandmother, on my dads side, came from. I would love to be able to see the old home place and also see where they went to school, church, ect. Sort of get a little idea, of how and where they lived.
Well we got our trunk all filled with wonderful items to explore, and had it mailed back to Mo. It is to the UPS's credit, that only one little picture frame, had a broken pane, and everything else was in perfect shape, upon arrival.
I have a huge allergy to insecticides. Moth balls are insecticides, and this old trunk, at one time, had those moth balls in it that so many people use, and it has permeated a lot of the papers and boxes in the trunk. We have tried to "air" it outside, and I have been only taking a few things out at a time to examine the contents, for information on anything that may help me find answers to where my dad's parents lived in Ireland.
as a results, I now am feeling.. soooooo tired, and draggy, which is how the insecticides effects me.
I feel like I have a lot to do, and no energy to do them.
My husband kept saying that he didn't think it was a good idea for me to be in that trunk, after he detected the moth ball smell, but dumb old me.. I was like a moth to a flame, drawn to find out as much as I could about my ancestors.
So anyone who may have any idea, how to get rid of that moth ball odor, please post your answerer.. Thanks.
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