I have been tagged, and thought I would answer it in my blog like daughter Jill did.
1. Because of my parents, I became aware of God early in my life.
2. I was the 6th of 7 children and my parents were in their forties when I was born.
3. My oldest brother Ben and I were the only two in the family who did not have optic atrohpy. Some of the other five are legally blind.
4. Because of #3 I deeply appreciate my eyes and my driver's license.
5. Ken first got his eye on me when I was 14 1/2. We started to "go together" when I was 15 1/2.
6. When I was 17 I found my father dead in his chair with his Bible open to John 5.
7. Ken was in Viet Nam my senior year of high school and we corresponded nearly daily.
8. He lived 25 miles away from me and we dated 2 or 3 times a week after he returned home in May 1970. There were very few surprises after we were married in May 1971.
9. We wanted 4 children and we got them!
10. I have been a stay-at-home mother, not because Ken made lots of money, but because that's the choice we made, and we scrimped to keep it that way.
11. I am obsessive-compulsive about two things: I cannot stand our bed unmade, and I have to have my washcloths folded neatly and all the same way in the stack in the bathroom closet.
12. I love to bake, especially cookies.
13. Cooking comes next to baking in my kitchen loves. I love to put a meal on the table for company. Our dining room table extends to hold about 18 people and we like to fill it up!
14. I hate kitchen clean-up! My dream would be to have someone clean up the messes I make!
15. I try to discipline myself to clean up my messes.
16. I love scents. I have lots of scented candles and I love Bath and Body Works lotions.
17. I love shoes and have way more than I can ever wear out!
18. I have enjoyed sewing, quilting, and weaving, but have kind of lost my passion for them in the last while.
19. I started doing volunteer work in the hospital last June.
20. I have spent three days now working as a receptionist for H&R Block. It is a temporary job, about 4-5 weeks, but it is full-time.
21. Ken is tired of working and would like to retire, while I am tired of being at home and want to work or do something!!!
22. I love being a woman and would like to preserve the role of womanhood in my life.
23. I love color and enjoyed putting colors together in the rugs I wove. I also like to match up colors in the clothes I wear.
24. I hate to wear plain black. I feel too morbid in it.
25. I am a nosy/interested person and love to know what's going on in the lives of my friends.
26. I enjoy the computer very much. My computer mouse and I are great friends!
27. I hate other mice, though!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Lindberg Family History, January 1970
In January, 1970, I was a senior in high school. I had had my 17th birthday in December. Ken had been in Viet Nam for seven months. We were writing letter back and forth nearly daily. We had already talked about marriage and dreamed about taking that step a year or so after his safe return.
On Saturday, January 3, 1970, my mother woke me up and said, "They don't expect my dad to live and I have to go. Can you help get the house ready for meeting?" My Grandpa Joe Seyler had had surgery for bleeding ulcers in a hospital at Coudersport, PA a week or so prior to that time. He had been doing fairly well for a man of 83, but now he had taken a turn for the worse. Lois, at 23, was home for the weekend from Erie, where she was going to Gannon College. She and I worked together to try to fill the place of our mother.
On Sunday we had our meeting in the morning as usual. I remember Daddy's testimony about the parable of the talents. He spoke about the one who had received the one talent who buried it in the earth. He said, "Some people think if they can't do anything great, they are not going to do anything at all." His desire was to do the little that he could.
I was a member of the photography club at school and had the school camera home with me to take pictures over Christmas vacation. I had one picture left on the film and said, "Hey, Dad, I need to take the last picture on this film." He was sitting in the chair in the dining room in his suit, and I snapped a picture of him.
That afternoon Daddy decided to drive Lois back to Erie instead of letting her go on the bus. He decided to ask his retired buddy, Claude Zimmerman, to ride along so he would have company on the way back. Daddy loved to drive and enjoyed just "going for a ride". Snap, 19, and Glenn,13, and I spent the day at home. Glenn and I would be starting back to school the next day. Snap would be going to his work at a car garage in Johnsonburg. No doubt I wrote a letter that day to Ken, full of love and dreams and hopes.
When Daddy got back from Erie that evening we talked about our day. I asked him if he wanted a bowl of chili, and he said his stomach felt a little off and he thought he would just go to bed early. I knew he had an appointment with a chiropracter first thing on Monday morning.
I was full of the sense of New Year's resolution and set my alarm before I went to bed. I intended to get up earlier than usual, get a bath, and start the day and the year off right! It went off at 7 AM, but I decided not to get up just yet. about 7:15 I awoke again, and it seemed to me that the house was cold, and I decided I did not need that bath too badly and could catch a few more winks before I HAD to get up for school.
7:45 Honk, honk, honk! I was awakened by the honking of a horn. The man who gave Snap a ride to work was there waiting for him! We had overslept, and it would be hurry, hurry, hurry, to get to the bus on time now. I rolled out of bed on my knees, said a quick prayer, and ran to the foot of the stairs to holler up the steps to wake up Snap and Glenn. (I slept downstairs in the bedroom between the kitchen and the living room).
From the foot of the stairs, I saw into the dining room that Daddy was sitting in the dining room reading his Bible, as he always did in the morning. He was dressed in his suit, and his top coat and hat were over the bannister in preparation for his appointment with the chiro. He appeared to be sleeping, which he sometimes did in that chair at other times of the day. "Dad, wake up! We have overslept!" No response, and I looked at him a little closer. His feet were extended out in front of the chair, and the toes were pointed inward, which looked unusual. Then I noticed that one part of his false teeth had fallen our and were laying on the front of his suit. "Dad, dad, wake up!" I looked to see if he was breathing, something I had done when I had seen people sleeping. Then instinct told me to reach out and put my hand on his forehead. Then I called to my brothers, "Oh, you guys, get down here! He's cold!" Snap showed up in the typical nighttime attire of a 19-year old and I said, "Your boss is out there waiting for you, let's tell him to come in." We went to the back porch and beckoned him, and he came to the porch and we told him what happened. He told Snap he did not need to come to work that day, and off he went. I don't know if he offered to help or not, but that's the extent of his input that I remember.
In crisis, there is always someone to call. My first thought was Aunt Bertha. So, 965-4181. No answer. Later I found out she and Uncle Max were still upstairs and could not hear the phone from up there. Next choice, Gertie, their daughter who lived behind them. 9654185. "Gertie, the most awful thing has happened. I just found Daddy dead." I can still hear her saying, "Oh, darling, I will be right down." (They lived 2 or 3 miles away) She must have told me she would call Dr. Bennar (there was no 911 in those days!) I remember her telling me not to touch him. She also called Jane Grady to tell her.
Oh, I thought, how can I tell Mother? Well, I will just do it. I went to the phone, dialed the number at Grandma Maud's. Mother happened to be in the kitchen and took the call, thinking it was the hospital calling that her father had died. But, no, it was me with a different message. I cannot remember what all she said, but I do know she had the presence of mind to tell me to get Ubel Funeral Home. (Gertie later took care of that call for us.). Mother was in Port Allegany, and said she would call Ben, her oldest son, who was working there in town. Snap called Punk in Wilcox. I called Ruth in Canada. She was about 5 months pregnant with Garrett at the time. Gertie later called Lois, who was in a college class.
There we were, three teenagers in the house with our father's body. We were anxiously looking out the windows for help to come. Some one pulled in, and lo, and behold, it was the Marhoefer breadman! He came two or three mornings a week, brought in a tray of his bread, doughnuts, and other goodies, and my mother would buy from him. At first, I thought, "Go away, I cannot talk to you!" but then I thought that we would probably make good use of a loaf of bread. Mother had left money behind so I decided I would get bread from him. He came in all cheerful and happy with a "Good morning!!". I don't think I was crying, but he could tell by looking at me that something was very wrong, and he said, "Not so good, huh?" I replied, "Well, sir, I just found my father dead in the next room." He began to kind of sputter and said, "Well, I guess that's life!" "No, sir," I said, "It's death!"I am not sure where the "sir" came from, because that wasn't a word we typically used, but it just came out that way. I told him I would take a loaf of bread, and gave him the money. When I was putting the change back into the little wallet Mother left for me, I am quite sure he short-changed me a nickel, but I remember thinking, I am not going to make an issue of it, it's not important! (Bread was under 50 cents in those days) Later that morning we found out that he was one of the managers who was substituting for the regular driver. His next stop was up the road at Kay Yonker's, and he was so rattled when he came into their house that they made him sit down until he could get himself settled. Kay later showed up at our house with food and helping hands. Her daughter was my playmate.
We were still waiting for real help. Glenn, 13, went over and picked up the accordian in the living room and began to play. "Oh, Glenn, how can you play the accordian?" He looked at me with such a look of anguish that I said, "Oh, go ahead and play!"
Finally, here came Gertie and Elbert, and I am pretty sure Aunt Bertha was along. I don't remember Uncle Max being there. At last, we had help. Soon, Dr. Bennar came. Had he been sick, he asked me. I said, "He had high blood pressure, but I think he was over that." He said, "My dear, you never get over high blood pressure." Later we would discover that Daddy's high blood pressure testing kit was all covered with dust, so he had not been taking it. I do not know if it was a heart attack or a stroke that killed him. Dr. Bennar reached out and took the open Bible from Daddy's hands and said, "The fifth chapter of John. That's a good chapter." (John 5 was our Bible study for the upcoming Wednesday night. I often wonder how far he got in the chapter before his call came.) Dr. Bennar called the coroner for us from our phone, and I remember him saying, "No, there is no evidence of foul play, I know the family well." Mother doctored with him for herself and us children, but my dad didn't doctor with much of anybody except the chiro.
I feel that it was merciful that I knew right away when I touched my dad that he was gone, and there was nothing I could do to help him. Those were the days before CPR and EMT's.
Somewhere along the line, Don and Jane and Martha Grady came. Ben, Ethel, young David, and Mom arrived from Port Allegany, but I told them not to bring little David in, and Mother opted not to come in, so they all went up to Aunt Bertha's. Punk and Dorothy also came, but I do not remember any details about that.
We were still waiting on the undertaker, whom Gertie had called. Finally, she called him again, and he said he was waiting on some help for him. She told him there were people there who would help him, so he finally came. Don Grady and Elbert Walters helped the man. They emptied his pockets of all the things that were pertinent to this life and put them on the dining room table. I did not watch, but stayed in the bedroom with the ladies. I do remember being aware of them carrying him through the kitchen and out the door.
(Years later, when Don died at home of cancer, and we went, I watched as the loaded him on the stretcher, and followed them out to the hearse. I was remembering what he did for us, and wanted to pay him tribute for that.)
The day of January 5, 1970 went on. And, life went on. We functioned in a state of shock, supported by God and the kindness of others. My Grandpa Joe Seyler died 13 days later. Ken arrived home safely from Viet Nam on April 30. On August 13, his father, Joe Grady, was raking up apples and had a heart attack and died. The next week we went to Newry convention, and on Friday night, my Uncle Max Bumpus got sick and died.
Such was life when I was 17. All these experiences are part of who I am, and I am grateful for the help of a very present God, and others whom He used, to hold up our hands.
On Saturday, January 3, 1970, my mother woke me up and said, "They don't expect my dad to live and I have to go. Can you help get the house ready for meeting?" My Grandpa Joe Seyler had had surgery for bleeding ulcers in a hospital at Coudersport, PA a week or so prior to that time. He had been doing fairly well for a man of 83, but now he had taken a turn for the worse. Lois, at 23, was home for the weekend from Erie, where she was going to Gannon College. She and I worked together to try to fill the place of our mother.
On Sunday we had our meeting in the morning as usual. I remember Daddy's testimony about the parable of the talents. He spoke about the one who had received the one talent who buried it in the earth. He said, "Some people think if they can't do anything great, they are not going to do anything at all." His desire was to do the little that he could.
I was a member of the photography club at school and had the school camera home with me to take pictures over Christmas vacation. I had one picture left on the film and said, "Hey, Dad, I need to take the last picture on this film." He was sitting in the chair in the dining room in his suit, and I snapped a picture of him.
That afternoon Daddy decided to drive Lois back to Erie instead of letting her go on the bus. He decided to ask his retired buddy, Claude Zimmerman, to ride along so he would have company on the way back. Daddy loved to drive and enjoyed just "going for a ride". Snap, 19, and Glenn,13, and I spent the day at home. Glenn and I would be starting back to school the next day. Snap would be going to his work at a car garage in Johnsonburg. No doubt I wrote a letter that day to Ken, full of love and dreams and hopes.
When Daddy got back from Erie that evening we talked about our day. I asked him if he wanted a bowl of chili, and he said his stomach felt a little off and he thought he would just go to bed early. I knew he had an appointment with a chiropracter first thing on Monday morning.
I was full of the sense of New Year's resolution and set my alarm before I went to bed. I intended to get up earlier than usual, get a bath, and start the day and the year off right! It went off at 7 AM, but I decided not to get up just yet. about 7:15 I awoke again, and it seemed to me that the house was cold, and I decided I did not need that bath too badly and could catch a few more winks before I HAD to get up for school.
7:45 Honk, honk, honk! I was awakened by the honking of a horn. The man who gave Snap a ride to work was there waiting for him! We had overslept, and it would be hurry, hurry, hurry, to get to the bus on time now. I rolled out of bed on my knees, said a quick prayer, and ran to the foot of the stairs to holler up the steps to wake up Snap and Glenn. (I slept downstairs in the bedroom between the kitchen and the living room).
From the foot of the stairs, I saw into the dining room that Daddy was sitting in the dining room reading his Bible, as he always did in the morning. He was dressed in his suit, and his top coat and hat were over the bannister in preparation for his appointment with the chiro. He appeared to be sleeping, which he sometimes did in that chair at other times of the day. "Dad, wake up! We have overslept!" No response, and I looked at him a little closer. His feet were extended out in front of the chair, and the toes were pointed inward, which looked unusual. Then I noticed that one part of his false teeth had fallen our and were laying on the front of his suit. "Dad, dad, wake up!" I looked to see if he was breathing, something I had done when I had seen people sleeping. Then instinct told me to reach out and put my hand on his forehead. Then I called to my brothers, "Oh, you guys, get down here! He's cold!" Snap showed up in the typical nighttime attire of a 19-year old and I said, "Your boss is out there waiting for you, let's tell him to come in." We went to the back porch and beckoned him, and he came to the porch and we told him what happened. He told Snap he did not need to come to work that day, and off he went. I don't know if he offered to help or not, but that's the extent of his input that I remember.
In crisis, there is always someone to call. My first thought was Aunt Bertha. So, 965-4181. No answer. Later I found out she and Uncle Max were still upstairs and could not hear the phone from up there. Next choice, Gertie, their daughter who lived behind them. 9654185. "Gertie, the most awful thing has happened. I just found Daddy dead." I can still hear her saying, "Oh, darling, I will be right down." (They lived 2 or 3 miles away) She must have told me she would call Dr. Bennar (there was no 911 in those days!) I remember her telling me not to touch him. She also called Jane Grady to tell her.
Oh, I thought, how can I tell Mother? Well, I will just do it. I went to the phone, dialed the number at Grandma Maud's. Mother happened to be in the kitchen and took the call, thinking it was the hospital calling that her father had died. But, no, it was me with a different message. I cannot remember what all she said, but I do know she had the presence of mind to tell me to get Ubel Funeral Home. (Gertie later took care of that call for us.). Mother was in Port Allegany, and said she would call Ben, her oldest son, who was working there in town. Snap called Punk in Wilcox. I called Ruth in Canada. She was about 5 months pregnant with Garrett at the time. Gertie later called Lois, who was in a college class.
There we were, three teenagers in the house with our father's body. We were anxiously looking out the windows for help to come. Some one pulled in, and lo, and behold, it was the Marhoefer breadman! He came two or three mornings a week, brought in a tray of his bread, doughnuts, and other goodies, and my mother would buy from him. At first, I thought, "Go away, I cannot talk to you!" but then I thought that we would probably make good use of a loaf of bread. Mother had left money behind so I decided I would get bread from him. He came in all cheerful and happy with a "Good morning!!". I don't think I was crying, but he could tell by looking at me that something was very wrong, and he said, "Not so good, huh?" I replied, "Well, sir, I just found my father dead in the next room." He began to kind of sputter and said, "Well, I guess that's life!" "No, sir," I said, "It's death!"I am not sure where the "sir" came from, because that wasn't a word we typically used, but it just came out that way. I told him I would take a loaf of bread, and gave him the money. When I was putting the change back into the little wallet Mother left for me, I am quite sure he short-changed me a nickel, but I remember thinking, I am not going to make an issue of it, it's not important! (Bread was under 50 cents in those days) Later that morning we found out that he was one of the managers who was substituting for the regular driver. His next stop was up the road at Kay Yonker's, and he was so rattled when he came into their house that they made him sit down until he could get himself settled. Kay later showed up at our house with food and helping hands. Her daughter was my playmate.
We were still waiting for real help. Glenn, 13, went over and picked up the accordian in the living room and began to play. "Oh, Glenn, how can you play the accordian?" He looked at me with such a look of anguish that I said, "Oh, go ahead and play!"
Finally, here came Gertie and Elbert, and I am pretty sure Aunt Bertha was along. I don't remember Uncle Max being there. At last, we had help. Soon, Dr. Bennar came. Had he been sick, he asked me. I said, "He had high blood pressure, but I think he was over that." He said, "My dear, you never get over high blood pressure." Later we would discover that Daddy's high blood pressure testing kit was all covered with dust, so he had not been taking it. I do not know if it was a heart attack or a stroke that killed him. Dr. Bennar reached out and took the open Bible from Daddy's hands and said, "The fifth chapter of John. That's a good chapter." (John 5 was our Bible study for the upcoming Wednesday night. I often wonder how far he got in the chapter before his call came.) Dr. Bennar called the coroner for us from our phone, and I remember him saying, "No, there is no evidence of foul play, I know the family well." Mother doctored with him for herself and us children, but my dad didn't doctor with much of anybody except the chiro.
I feel that it was merciful that I knew right away when I touched my dad that he was gone, and there was nothing I could do to help him. Those were the days before CPR and EMT's.
Somewhere along the line, Don and Jane and Martha Grady came. Ben, Ethel, young David, and Mom arrived from Port Allegany, but I told them not to bring little David in, and Mother opted not to come in, so they all went up to Aunt Bertha's. Punk and Dorothy also came, but I do not remember any details about that.
We were still waiting on the undertaker, whom Gertie had called. Finally, she called him again, and he said he was waiting on some help for him. She told him there were people there who would help him, so he finally came. Don Grady and Elbert Walters helped the man. They emptied his pockets of all the things that were pertinent to this life and put them on the dining room table. I did not watch, but stayed in the bedroom with the ladies. I do remember being aware of them carrying him through the kitchen and out the door.
(Years later, when Don died at home of cancer, and we went, I watched as the loaded him on the stretcher, and followed them out to the hearse. I was remembering what he did for us, and wanted to pay him tribute for that.)
The day of January 5, 1970 went on. And, life went on. We functioned in a state of shock, supported by God and the kindness of others. My Grandpa Joe Seyler died 13 days later. Ken arrived home safely from Viet Nam on April 30. On August 13, his father, Joe Grady, was raking up apples and had a heart attack and died. The next week we went to Newry convention, and on Friday night, my Uncle Max Bumpus got sick and died.
Such was life when I was 17. All these experiences are part of who I am, and I am grateful for the help of a very present God, and others whom He used, to hold up our hands.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Ripples of Change
"Life is one changing scene." This statement was made at convention by Johnny Richards a long time ago, and it has often come to me since. Now that the calender year has changed (Happy New Year, everyone!) I have been thinking about the little changes that are rippling through our family.
Ken turned 60 last September and is getting closer to his retirement-hopeful age of 62. About a year-and-a-half ago, the powdered metal company that he works for was bought out by a holding company, and there have been lots of changes there. Last month they announced that they are closing their plant in Clearfield and merging it into the plant here in Falls Creek. We feel that his job security diminishes every day, but we do not worry about it. We realize that there is a strong possibility for change in our future with his job situation.
Roy, our oldest son, is working for Coca-Cola, and has been part of an auctioneering business on the side. Just recently, there has been a change in that business--the lady auctioneer got married and wants to pursue a few other things in life, so now Roy is looking for auctioneering opportunities.
Todd, our second son, is now an expectant father! He and Sue have two adorable girls, aged 6 and almost 2, and now we are looking for a new grandbaby in August! That change will not be hard at all to accept!
Next comes, Jill, who has been working very hard as a nurse. Leigh has been helping his dad, and they have a dream of having a dairy farm. He has also worked occasionally for Coke, where he worked full-time until Jill started her job. Now his boss there says that he can come back there full-time anytime! Should they do that? How would they manage child care? What shift will they work? Etc., etc.! So many decisions!
Ross, our youngest, is in his second year at Penn State DuBois, working on a degree in business. In the last two semesters, he has gotten a 4.0. His advisors have encouraged him to look into the possibility of going to the main campus of Penn State for more challenging classes towards his degree. He looked into housing over there this past week, and it looks like he will probably be fleeing the nest again come August!
I started with Ken, and will end with me! I am looking forward to a big change in my life--I have gotten a job working as a receptionist for H&R Block in DuBois! It will be a full-time temporary job starting Jan. 26 and lasting for about 4 weeks. I have already had some job training. Their term for the job is "client service coordinator"--pretty fancy, right? I will be answering the phone, making appointments for tax work, checking in people, filing, etc. I am certainly looking forward to it.
After being at home for many years, I have gotten bored, restless, and unchallenged. I have enjoyed my creative pursuits of sewing, weaving, quilting, and lots of other things, but somehow I feel like I was about 125% fulfilled with those things. The last year or so I have felt the need to get out amongst people to interact more. I started volunteer work at the hospital in June and enjoy my time escorting cancer patients for their treatments. I have an application in at the hospital, and was interviewed for a job driving a van to pick up the patients, but I did not get the job.
Ross also works at H&R Block, and told me about the job, and I went in and got to talk to the head man there! A week of so later, he called and offered me the job. I am excited to be getting some "credentials" for future job possibilities.
Every change produces ripples, and change means opportunities for growth.
Tomorrow I will probably write about the first big major change in my life. It was not just a ripple, but more like the tidal wave of a tsunami.......
Ken turned 60 last September and is getting closer to his retirement-hopeful age of 62. About a year-and-a-half ago, the powdered metal company that he works for was bought out by a holding company, and there have been lots of changes there. Last month they announced that they are closing their plant in Clearfield and merging it into the plant here in Falls Creek. We feel that his job security diminishes every day, but we do not worry about it. We realize that there is a strong possibility for change in our future with his job situation.
Roy, our oldest son, is working for Coca-Cola, and has been part of an auctioneering business on the side. Just recently, there has been a change in that business--the lady auctioneer got married and wants to pursue a few other things in life, so now Roy is looking for auctioneering opportunities.
Todd, our second son, is now an expectant father! He and Sue have two adorable girls, aged 6 and almost 2, and now we are looking for a new grandbaby in August! That change will not be hard at all to accept!
Next comes, Jill, who has been working very hard as a nurse. Leigh has been helping his dad, and they have a dream of having a dairy farm. He has also worked occasionally for Coke, where he worked full-time until Jill started her job. Now his boss there says that he can come back there full-time anytime! Should they do that? How would they manage child care? What shift will they work? Etc., etc.! So many decisions!
Ross, our youngest, is in his second year at Penn State DuBois, working on a degree in business. In the last two semesters, he has gotten a 4.0. His advisors have encouraged him to look into the possibility of going to the main campus of Penn State for more challenging classes towards his degree. He looked into housing over there this past week, and it looks like he will probably be fleeing the nest again come August!
I started with Ken, and will end with me! I am looking forward to a big change in my life--I have gotten a job working as a receptionist for H&R Block in DuBois! It will be a full-time temporary job starting Jan. 26 and lasting for about 4 weeks. I have already had some job training. Their term for the job is "client service coordinator"--pretty fancy, right? I will be answering the phone, making appointments for tax work, checking in people, filing, etc. I am certainly looking forward to it.
After being at home for many years, I have gotten bored, restless, and unchallenged. I have enjoyed my creative pursuits of sewing, weaving, quilting, and lots of other things, but somehow I feel like I was about 125% fulfilled with those things. The last year or so I have felt the need to get out amongst people to interact more. I started volunteer work at the hospital in June and enjoy my time escorting cancer patients for their treatments. I have an application in at the hospital, and was interviewed for a job driving a van to pick up the patients, but I did not get the job.
Ross also works at H&R Block, and told me about the job, and I went in and got to talk to the head man there! A week of so later, he called and offered me the job. I am excited to be getting some "credentials" for future job possibilities.
Every change produces ripples, and change means opportunities for growth.
Tomorrow I will probably write about the first big major change in my life. It was not just a ripple, but more like the tidal wave of a tsunami.......
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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