We returned home yesterday afternoon and all is well with our house. Our kids and extended family are fine. We are some of the lucky ones. The sky is blue with a few clouds this morning but you can still smell smoke in the air. The winds are picking up a bit. Hope for the fires to be over soon and for happy holidays.
Featured image of ‘Inside the cozy cottage’ by Jamiecat* on Flickr
Evacuated again yesterday evening. We had this experience several years ago, so this time we left when we were given the voluntary evacuation notice. We knew that the mandatory evacuation order could be coming soon and did not want to spend the night with one eye open waiting for it. Made quick calls to local family, packed a few essentials, grabbed some photo albums, drove away toward West Los Angeles. Happy that our kids and little grandson are evacuated and safe. Feels like the fire took off fast this time.
Posthumous is when something happens after you have died, like receive a medal or some type of acclaim. This happens to war heroes and artists and many people throughout history. With the genealogical research I have been doing I am shining a small light on those who lived before me and whose genes I carry. So far, it is bits and pieces and imagining of what their lives were like. I have found many ancestors and felt that they wanted to be found, wanted someone to know they had lived. Maybe I will learn more about them in the future. That way I will honor their lives posthumously.
The Stream of Consciousness Saturday blog is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is “post.” Use it as a word, or find a word that uses it as a prefix. Have fun!
Featured image of ‘Forget Me Not’ flowers by Athanasios Benisis via Wikipedia.org
I go round and round looking for clues to the connections between people who lived in the 1800s to the 1900s. Turns out that records were sparce in the 1800s because they just didn’t keep records or the records were destroyed. There was an ancestor named Rachel who must have had a powerful influence because so many women descendants were named Rachel. That is one way I can make connections, by following the names.
A little bunny rabbit has been making the rounds in my yard, nibbling on the greenery. My ground cover has just come around to full bloom and here comes a rabbit. I eye him suspiciously.
Spring Peter Cottontail Rabbit Bunny Trail by ForestWander.com
The Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is ’round.’ Image of bunny by ForestWander http://www.ForestWander.com via Wikimedia.org
Quick search for word ‘lung’ showed word origin came from words for light as in not heavy because lungs of animals would float in water. (Thesaurus.com)
Can you believe that symptoms of tuberculosis used to be thought of as glamorous in the late 18th and early 19th century? I read that recently in an article from Hyperallergic. Maybe it’s not hard to believe because people with anorexic appearance are sometimes admired nowadays. I thought I was reaching an end in my genealogical research but I am still learning a few things. Some sad things I have read are that people in those early days, 1800s to early 1900s, died of drowning, appendicitis, and tuberculosis sometimes called phthisis. Death certificates cited lack of medical care. People even died in workhouses. Many children died young. I thought some of my ancestors would have given up after losing a spouse or their children. Especially during the hard years before and during WWII in Europe. I later discovered that some remarried and had more children. To me this illustrates their courage and optimism.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt was ‘organ’, to pick an organ and write about it. Featured image of a painting by Edvard Munch of his sister Sophie who died of tuberculosis when he was 14.
Out of clues or leads to information about my ancestors and their descendants. I have been on an engrossing journey finding out about relatives I had never known I had. This includes finding out that my grandmother’s maiden name was different from what most of her family had thought. One of my aunt’s had written me about her maiden name over 30 years ago and I thought she was confused. I recently found a marriage record and my aunt was right. I was having trouble finding a record of my grandmother’s birth in Ireland and with the change in her maiden name, I found her. Now if I could only find out if any relatives are still living in Ireland.
I have been corresponding with a nice lady at a Irish Genealogy Center and she has been very helpful, too.
Herman Moll’s Map of Tipperary 1714 via Wikimedia.org
Nenagh, Tipperary via National Library of Ireland on Flickr
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Prompt today is to start and end post with a three-letter word.