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Friday, June 20, 2014

Summer is here.  I think I can finally take my gloves and ear muffs out of my bag that I carry every day now.  It was touch and go for awhile, here in Mid Indiana.  Just a couple Mondays ago it got cold again. Cold to me is 60 degrees.  I have noticed lots of songs on the radio about Summer the past two days..new songs...strolling songs.  That must signify people are ready for summer if they are putting songs about summer on new music albums.  Summer inspires me to just sit in the swing outside and read the weekend away.  I have a habit of re-reading all my favorite books.  I might introduce a new book to my mind but I love my book-repeat the best because I get the same warm, fuzzy feelings over and over again.  I love sitting outside in my swing and being entertained by my furry friends.  I'll nap a bit and I'll find that my squirrels will also lie in the branches of the tree across from me and nap a little too. Sometimes I read aloud to them.  They seem to enjoy it.
  What a summer comfort.

Thursday, June 5, 2014


Time Traveller

I am a time voyager...I travel almost every day, researching family lines. The past..why do I search? Perhaps it holds truths to the present and future. I wonder about the people that ate off the antique plates and stirred with the spoons that are stored in my cupboards ~I wonder about the lips that have touched the glasses and cups that I use every day~ I strain to listen, hoping to catch a faint ghostly uttering of what was discussed over the mashed potatoes and gravy boat so long ago. I wonder if the creak I hear in this old chair is the same creak my great grandmother heard under her long, black skirt or if she found the tick tock of her old kitchen mantel clock as soothing as I do. I wonder about how it felt to live in that big old farmhouse when it was first built and I realize that nothing in these old trunks smelled musty when they were newly tucked away. It makes me long for the past~ to briefly be in the presence of my ancestors~just for a little while to get the feel of their lives. Did they ever wonder about me? I feel I know them~I stare at their photos, I lie awake at night and imagine them moving about in their daily lives. I search through old photos and hope that I will perhaps someday have a revelation about the identity of the nameless faces that have been kept boxed for over 100 years. Many long hours are spent endlessly researching with cousins and newly found friends as we passionately seek the secrets of our family ties..some things we find we just keep to ourselves...too complicated to tell the others~too hurtful to tell some~relationships too overwhelmingly complex to share in a short email with relatives that just don't have the time to take it all in. And then there are some stories that are just truly myths, but have been so believed for so long that we will never have the heart to dispel. Yes, I travel to the past in my mind.