Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Snow Picture
I decided to change my picture on my blog to one of the pictures I took last Saturday when the snow was so lovely and the sky was nearly blue. My first attempt to put the new picture up made it really huge, almost like a mural, with the writing in the upper left hand corner. My second attempt I decided to push the shrink to fit button, and now it doesn't quite fill it! It took a long time to upload each time, and I am not going to try again tonight to be like Goldilocks and find the one that is just right! Maybe another time...right now I am getting used to the new laptop, and I just downloaded pictures from my camera to the laptop for the first time tonight. We can't get this granny too overwhelmed!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Another Birthday!
Last Sunday, December 7th, I had another birthday. I turned 56. A week or so ago I figured out that the age of 56 is Sweet 16 and Forty all rolled into one!! We had a very nice Sunday. Union meeting was here, and we all had dinner here together. There were nine of us. Ken had made me a birthday cake, and even decorated it with birthday wishes!
I was born on a Sunday, too. A new acquaintance one time asked me, "How long have you been going to meeting?" My reply was, "Well, I was born on a Sunday, and I guess we didn't go that day!" On the day that I was born, there were special meetings over at Port Allegany.
It was also the anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day, which was in 1941, and the beginning of the USA involvement in WWII. I have often joked that I was WWIII when I was born!
People have often told me stories about the day I was born, and somehow, it always made me feel special to hear them. Just for fun, I thought I would write down what I have heard!
According to me baby book, I was born at 5:50 in the morning. I was born at home, in the bedroom off the kitchen. My mother was taken care of by a midwife from Wilcox named Alma Peterson. My mother named me after her. I do not know why she did. They were acquaintances but I don't think they were close friends. Perhaps my parents just liked the name. And, I was number 6 in the family, so perhaps they were running out of ideas!
Some people came to visit us before they left for special meetings: my Uncle Max and Aunt Bertha and Gertie bumpus. James Shadle is also listed in the baby book, so he must have been visiting them. Some came to visit later in the day. I assume these workers had been at the special meetings and stopped on their way to somewhere else: Miriam Mader, Susan Wallace, and Willie Beacom! Of those who are listed as visitors, the only ones still alive are Miriam and Jim.
My mom and I did not go to the special meetings, but my dad did. Apparantly he left it up to the rest of the 5 children whether they would go or stay home. My sister, Ruth aged 14, decided to stay home with us. I do not know about the others.
The news of my birth was told amongst the friends and family at special meetings. The story goes that my Uncle Max told people that my name, Alma Louise Lindberg, spelled the word ALL and that meant I would be the last of the children! He was not a true prophet, because three years and a month later, my younger brother Glenn was born! So, I wasn't ALL!
Gertie told me ths story of coming there to see me again in the evening, and I was crying and crying. When someone picked me up, there was blood on my shirt and in the bassinet. Apparantly my umbilical cord was not completely tied off and had to be redone. Gertie said that my mother said, "Oh, my baby, my baby, she is dying!" But of course, I did not die and I am still kicking around 56 years later.
Yes, the stories of the day of my birth have always made me feel very special. In 56 years, there have also been lots of days that have been very, very special to me. There have also been some days that were very, very hard, but they are all part of my life's experience and have made me what I am. Life has had joy and sorrow interwoven and I am thankful for everything.
I was born on a Sunday, too. A new acquaintance one time asked me, "How long have you been going to meeting?" My reply was, "Well, I was born on a Sunday, and I guess we didn't go that day!" On the day that I was born, there were special meetings over at Port Allegany.
It was also the anniversary of Pearl Harbor Day, which was in 1941, and the beginning of the USA involvement in WWII. I have often joked that I was WWIII when I was born!
People have often told me stories about the day I was born, and somehow, it always made me feel special to hear them. Just for fun, I thought I would write down what I have heard!
According to me baby book, I was born at 5:50 in the morning. I was born at home, in the bedroom off the kitchen. My mother was taken care of by a midwife from Wilcox named Alma Peterson. My mother named me after her. I do not know why she did. They were acquaintances but I don't think they were close friends. Perhaps my parents just liked the name. And, I was number 6 in the family, so perhaps they were running out of ideas!
Some people came to visit us before they left for special meetings: my Uncle Max and Aunt Bertha and Gertie bumpus. James Shadle is also listed in the baby book, so he must have been visiting them. Some came to visit later in the day. I assume these workers had been at the special meetings and stopped on their way to somewhere else: Miriam Mader, Susan Wallace, and Willie Beacom! Of those who are listed as visitors, the only ones still alive are Miriam and Jim.
My mom and I did not go to the special meetings, but my dad did. Apparantly he left it up to the rest of the 5 children whether they would go or stay home. My sister, Ruth aged 14, decided to stay home with us. I do not know about the others.
The news of my birth was told amongst the friends and family at special meetings. The story goes that my Uncle Max told people that my name, Alma Louise Lindberg, spelled the word ALL and that meant I would be the last of the children! He was not a true prophet, because three years and a month later, my younger brother Glenn was born! So, I wasn't ALL!
Gertie told me ths story of coming there to see me again in the evening, and I was crying and crying. When someone picked me up, there was blood on my shirt and in the bassinet. Apparantly my umbilical cord was not completely tied off and had to be redone. Gertie said that my mother said, "Oh, my baby, my baby, she is dying!" But of course, I did not die and I am still kicking around 56 years later.
Yes, the stories of the day of my birth have always made me feel very special. In 56 years, there have also been lots of days that have been very, very special to me. There have also been some days that were very, very hard, but they are all part of my life's experience and have made me what I am. Life has had joy and sorrow interwoven and I am thankful for everything.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Heidi's Big Question
Heidi loves the computer and is quite proficient and efficient on it. Her mother is constantly bouncing her off of it, not wanting her to spend all her time there. Now she has written a story of six chapters on a webpage. I am sure her dream would be to have her very own computer and to use it as much as she wanted.Jill and the kids and I went shopping together on Saturday when we were up there. I was waiting with the kids in the van while Jill went into the bank, and Heidi asked me a question:
Heidi: "Grandma, how old were you when you got your first computer?"
Me, scratching my head and trying to remember: "Oh, I am not sure, Heidi, I must have been about 49 or 50."
Heidi: "Oh", and then a pause. "Did your mother have one?"
And then I was really chortling inside, just trying to picture my dear old mother sitting in front of a computer, checking her email! "No, Heidi, she didn't."
I expect Heidi wants to get her very own computer before she turns 49 or 50!
Grandkids--don't ya just luv em?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Three Thanksgiving Dinners
How lucky can a gal get? I got to eat three turkey dinners, and I didn't even cook one of them! I love turkey dinners, and do enjoy cooking them, but this year I didn't have to! And I don't have any turkey leftovers in my refrigerator, either! Just two very, very cold turkeys in our freezer.
Our first Thanksgiving dinner was at Glenn and Anna's on November 15. Glenn and Anna decided to have their family Thanksgiving then because Joni was leaving Nov. 22 to go to Australia to see Roger, and also Andrew's family was visiting for the weekend. We had a great time eating, laughing and playing music.
Meal #2 was on the actual Thanksgiving Thursday, and we went to son Todd and Sue's for the meal with Sue's family. Todd and Sue did a great job at putting on the meal together. This is the two of them in their kitchen which is tiny but very beautiful.
My computer is taking FOREVER to download the pictures, and I am doing a sudoku puzzle while I wait for it to do its thing! We have a new laptop ordered, so I am hoping it will be an improvement on the picture thing!
Our next meal was on Friday at Leigh and Jill's. Same song, third verse! Once again, it was all very good, and makes me hungry for turkey! Guess I will have to get one of my birds out of the freezer and roast it soon!
One and a half sudokus later, I have finally managed to upload the three pictures. I have more pictures from Leigh and Jill's house that I want to write about, but I guess I will wait for our new computer,
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