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My Grandkid’s Ancestors

July 27, 2016

Sam & Gabe 2013 - 3Samuel and Gabriel Ordonez are American products of generations of overachievers, and that’s just on Patty’s side.   This look at their ancestors doesn’t attempt to look beyond my Grandpa Snazzy on my side or the Ordonez ancestry, which I believe is pretty impressive in its own right. 

 Patty has traced her ancestry through a ‘who’s who’ of American history that includes eleven U.S. presidents; Mayflower immigrants including the first Governor of Massachusetts, William Bradford;  Buffalo Bill Cody; Eli Whitney, and a regiment of Revolutionary War Patriots (20+ and counting).

 Patty wrote a book on the subject but she’s still busily researching and it needs a revision since, when she wrote it, it only included five U.S. presidents and fourteen Revolutionary War Patriots. 

 Her lineage also includes European Nobility like the Vernon‘s that owned Haddon Hall (Mr. Darcy’s Manor in Pride & Prejudice) and whose origins include the Norman Invasion of William the Conqueror.  Winston Churchill is also in the mix as is Joseph Smith and Joseph Earl of the Mormon Religion. 

 So far, the American Presidents include John Adams, the 2nd President; John Q. Adams (the smartest president ever), the 6th President; Millard Fillmore, the 13th President; Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President; Wm. Howard Taft, the 27th President; Calvin Coolidge, the 30th President; Franklin Roosevelt, the 32nd President; Richard Nixon, the 37th President; Gerald Ford, the 38th President; George Bush, the  41st President and, last but not least, George W. Bush the 43rd President.  Teddy Roosevelt and Gerald Ford are not blood relatives but related by marriage.  How’s that for some ‘name-dropping’ material?

 So, Sam and Gabe, you can be President, it’s a family tradition.

GRANDMA’S CLIMBING THE FAMILY TREE

There’s been a change in Grandma, we’ve noticed her of late, She’s always reading history or jotting down some date. She’s tracking back the family, we’ll all have pedigrees. Oh, Grandma’s got a hobby, she’s climbing Family Trees.

Poor Grandpa does the cooking now, or so he states, That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and dinner plates. Grandma can’t be bothered, she’s busy as a bee Compiling genealogy – for the Family Tree.

She has no time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright, No buttons left on Grandad’s shirt, the flower bed’s a sight. She’s given up her club work, the serials on TV, The only thing she does nowadays is climb the Family Tree.

We know more about our forebears than we ever knew before. The books are old and dusty, they make poor Grandma sneeze, A minor irritation when you’re climbing Family Trees.

Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR. A worthwhile avocation, to that we all agree, A monumental project, to climb the Family Tree.

Now some folks came from Scotland and some from Galway Bay, Some were French as pastry, some German, all the way. Some went on west to stake their claim, some stayed near by the sea, Grandma hopes to find them all as she climbs the Family Tree.

She wanders through the graveyard in search of date or name, The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same. She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze That blows above the Fathers of all our Family Trees.

There were pioneers and patriots mixed in our kith and kin Who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin. But none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee Each time she finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.

Their skills were wide and varied, from carpenter to cook And one (Alas!) the record shows was hopelessly a crook. Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge, some tutored for a fee, Long lost in time, now all recorded on the Family Tree.

To some it’s just a hobby, to Grandma it’s much more, She knows the joys and heartaches of those who went before. They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept, and now for you and me They live again in spirit, around the Family Tree.

At last she’s nearly finished and we are each exposed. Life will be the same again, this we all supposed! Grandma will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea. We’ll all be fat, just as before that wretched Family Tree.

Sad to relate, the Preacher called and visited for a spell, We talked about the Gospel, and other things as well, The heathen folk, the poor and then – ’twas fate, it had to be, Somehow the conversation turned to Grandma and the Family Tree.

We tried to change the subject, we talked of everything But then in Grandma’s voice we heard that old familiar ring. She told him all about the past and soon as plain to see The Preacher, too, was nearly snared by Grandma and the Family Tree.

He never knew his Grandpa, his mother’s name was … Clark? He and Grandma talked and talked, outside it grew quite dark. We’d hoped our fears were groundless, but just like some disease, Grandma’s become an addict – she’s hooked on Family Trees!

Our souls were filled with sorrow, our hearts sank with dismay, Our ears could scarce believe the words we heard our Grandma say, “It sure is a lucky thing that you have come to me, I know exactly how it’s done, I’ll climb your Family Tree!”

Author Unknown

 

Letter from Dolly

July 19, 2016

Letter from Dolly  May 3, 1999

Dear Jackie,

       I loved getting your letter, it enhanced my guilt for not writing to anyone for several mo’s.  I used to love writing to people & now it’s something I have to work on to do.  I am sorry about it but it’s like that.  In the same mail I had a letter from Joyce.

       Everything is fine here except I don’t see too much of Brenda.  She worked for a nursing home for about 2 mo’s but gave it up as she got an infection.  The doctor thought it was scabbies but it wasn’t; even with biopsies they never found out what it was.  She went back to driving a truck but that is far from steady work.  She worked it for 6 consecutive days & made $949.50 less tax, so if she could get that steady it would be great. 

       I was happy to hear about Ginnie.  I miss all of you so very much.  If Brenda could get steady work she would be on the internet, so it’s the waiting game.

       I wanted to send some photo’s but even though they are new color “thing’s” in the printer, they aren’t Macintosh like Brenda’s so they don’t work right.  When she gets the right one we will be sending you some pictures.

       Jackie, Traci & Rene sent me such a lovely Christmas letter and I haven’t even answered them.  I truly loved hearing about all they are doing and the new baby.  Oh, to be young and mobile again.  And then there’s Susy and Dutch, they are busy too, it really makes you proud.

       You asked about Sammy, he never came over but he works as a roofer.  Sara lives in New Jersey.

       March the 1st day of fall.  It has really cooled down from mid-30’s to 40’s to 14-29.  The meteorologist says  March through May will be cooler than usual.  Looks like we’re in for the same winter the rest of the world is coming out of.     

       Well little brother as nothing much happens here I’ll close for now.

                                   Lots of Love,

                                                 Dort

 

I came across this letter from Dolly today and, though she wrote it about eight years before she died and I’ve  already done a posting about Dolly in Chronospots,  for some reason I never included it.  It’s a poignant letter and I want to share it.

 


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