Wednesday, July 11, 2018

MS and ME

For those who might still be following this blog, you probably have noticed that the number and frequency of post have diminished this past year. [Hum...three the past six months?]  What's the deal.

The 3 B's I would like to call it = balance...bladder...and brain.  Since 2006, MS [multiple sclerosis] and I have been singing this duet.  Some days in tune, some days out of tune it is.  Most recently my balance has taken its turn in the out of tune chorus, and well just getting up and down from my favorite chairs [including my computer] has been an interesting experience.  My bladder continues its usual "no control" song, and my brain...who knows what is to come...where did I put that...?  Anyway, I just wanted you folks to know where I've been and the uncertainty of where I might be going.  May the blogs continue...MS and ME have a few duets yet to sing.

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

A 70 Year Anniversary

On this date, May 8, 1948, the folks shown below were married. 



A newspaper article described the home event, and it can be read at the post of 22 August, 2010 titled: "Red Rosebuds".

Well, today is 70 years from this event.  Can you believe two folks making it together along the roads of life for this many years.  Not many I guess.  A Happy Anniversary  to you guys from the family who loves you... two sons and their wives...seven grandchildren and their husbands and wives...and seven great grandchildren with the marriages yet to come.  Your example and love still leads this family tree.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Quilted

Not so long ago, quilts were part of the family.  They were often handed down from mother to daughter to keep the memories that they held alive.  During my growing up days in the 1950's, this quilting stuff was generally left up to the maternal side.  [Do not remember any males involved in this family activity.]  The females of the family would come together to quilt, showing the younger the secrets of the stitch, organizing the pieces, layers, materials, etc., etc., all joining together to make a new bed cover for the one who needs it.  For my Ewen side of the family it was often needed since 12 members of bothers and sisters had many to cover on those cold evenings before furnaces and central air.  Such is the quilt shown:

It usually covered a good size group.  The pattern became a distinct work of art, in many cases taking it own name.  A closer picture is shown.

Just imagine the number of threads woven.   Each little piece of cloth being shaped and placed in the pattern selected by the group.  A final picture is shown.

Overlapping circles joined together by a common bond.  A family quilted together, indeed it is.

Monday, September 25, 2017

hide & seek

Childhood games were part of life for those of us in the 1950s.  Usually it was a group process involving a number of neighborhood kids.  Things were pretty straight forward :  "Army"; and/or "Cowboy & Indians", for the guys... "dolls"; and/or "dress-up" for the girls.  Occasionally we would join forces with "hide & seek" being the routine activity.

Now when one graduated from "peak-a-boo" to the task of "hide & seek", one needed a certain level of training.  The following shows a young one in such a training episode.


First, one must get the concept of hiding.   Just closing the eyes certainly hid everyone else, but it failed to recognize that the rest of the body remained exposed.  Over time, one was to learn how to place the exposed body parts behind certain obstacles, and not to giggle or laugh which added auditory hints to your selected location.  Special positions, light and darkness, and other considerations were often necessary.   The fellow above seems to be somewhere in between this learning curve.  Eyes opened...body parts somewhat hidden...swatting down [ a added benefit ]...and a determined look which seems to be saying... "they won't find me here". 

Hum...wonder as adults how many of us are still playing this game...hide & seek.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Stamps

Childhood in Kentucky during the 50's was pretty much straight forward.  You woke up...went to the bathroom...got dressed...a bowl of cereal...then to the great outdoors.  At least this was true during the three months of summer vacation.  The weather cooperated on most days, and you could participate in all kinds of neighborhood adventures.  On rainy days you might still play outside...get soaked...and jumps around in all those puddles of water.  Now on some days that contained thunder and lighting you needed to stay indoors, and go to plan B.   Here is one example :



A beginning collector it was stated.  Led by the Cub Scouts, followed at end by the Brownies and  well dressed neighborhood kids betwixt, you marched into plan B.  It even showed the playful dog rising to the occasion.  What more could you ask for in a plan B... 4300 spaces for stamps... more than 2500 pictures...world maps...and descriptions of each country... wow.  Good old Abe [born in Kentucky], honest George, and our friends to the north, are shown on the stamps carried above.

The back of the album continued the promises.  Stamp collecting brings fun and knowledge...even a couple of foreign languages were shown on these stamps.


 Let's get this plan B going.  Bring on the stamps......

 Wait a minute, you say it has stopped raining...back to plan A it is.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Wings of Valor : Air Crew Member

Once the plane got back to base, it was up to the ground crew to check for damage, and to repair the aircraft for another flight.  The wings are shown.


The image is that of the seal of the United States.  There is a circular figure placed above the head of the eagle.  It appears to be a sun burst surrounded by a circle of starts.  Does anyone know its symbolic meaning?

Keep'um flying.

Friday, July 7, 2017

BLOG-A-VERSARY....AGAIN

On this very day, July 7, 2010...my adventure into the blog world began.  Now begins the eighth year.  Just over 300,000 page visits [302,671] among the posts, and 794,073 for all blogs started since then.  The blog world continues.  Hard to believe that 333 posts have been written among these seven years for this blog. [1,633 post for all blogs combined]   Prior to blogging, a family newsletter dedicated to the JONES surname was published from 1989.  This newsletter was titled: The Jones Genealogist, thus the name of the blog spot is taken.  Happy Anniversary...may the post keep coming till the cows come home.