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.
Even though the sound of it is something quite percocious….It sounds a little gushy but I am excited to find I have cousins in California that I did not know I had. Through the genealogy research I have been doing so intently I found some new relatives. I am very happy about it because I had a small family and now many of them are deceased. My research has led me to ancestors in Ireland, England, Canada, and Scotland. I am feeling more connected to and a part of this family history. I still have a lot to find out but it wonderful to find more family in my own backyard. Amazing and super.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is ‘sup.’ Featured image of ‘Ornamental knot’ by AnonMoos on Wikimedia.org
In the Regency Period of England, when Jane Austen was writing, people wrote with quill pens and ink. Good penmanship was important. The quill pens were made from bird feathers, usually goose or swan, with sharpened tips to be dipped in an inkwell. The ink was applied to the paper with light pressure. It must have taken a lot of practice to get it right. Jane Austen published her books anonymously because it was not acceptable for women to be writers in her time.
Glad that women can write in their own names nowadays.
Jane Austen writing sample via Wikimedia.org
It would’ve been wonderful to receive a letter from Jane. 🙂
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt ‘letter’. Use it in your post or theme your post on any meaning of the word “letter.”
Amateur backyard birdwatchers my husband and I. We have noticed a little bird on our patio the past couple of days. It seemed pretty bold coming up to perch on our patio table chairs and tweeting its head off at us. It was making quite a ruckus this morning. I may have discovered why. I saw a pair of birds flying back and forth from the large Echeveria plant near the edge of our patio with pieces of wild grass in their beaks. Are they building a nest inside the plant? Is the bird on our patio standing guard?
Our little lookout could be a chickadee because he fits the discriptions with a black head. The sound he was making at us was like that warning alarm sound you hear in the last part of the little video above. Why are you sending up the alarm? We were minding our own business inside our kitchen when you happened to spot us.
I read that in California you are called the Chestnut-backed Chickadee.
Chestnut-backed Chickadee by VJ Anderson
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is ‘Why/Y.’ Chickadee video by LesleytheBirdNerd on You Tube.
This funny little thing ( from Nanea Hoffman on Sweatpants and Coffee.com) popped up on my Facebook page yesterday and I wanted to share it. Don’t get the idea I am so compulsive about folding socks but I know some people who are compulsive about things like this and I will not mention names.
One thing that has been bugging me lately is that I have been looking for a new writing group on WordPress or elsewhere where I can contribute Flash Fiction and I found a couple of new places and I think they went out of business right after I posted some stuff. I hope I wasn’t the cause of this but it was disappointing.
Another thing is: Don’t you hate it after completing a post and thinking you have checked it thoroughly for errors and submitted it, you are reading it again and find errors, like you left out a word that totally changes the meaning of a sentence. And you didn’t notice it before.
It’s something about the brain seeing what is supposed to be there and it really isn’t. “You only thought you were reading the passage perfectly, because you automatically (and subconsciously) went back and filled in any gaps in your knowledge based on subsequent context — the words that came later.” (Live Science) from the post “Breaking the Code:
Why Yuor Barin Can Raed Tihs
The above post demonstrates how words can even be jumbled and numbers substituted for letters and we can still raed (read) the text. I was kind of hoping that a person reading my submission would automatically fill in the gaps but I did send them an email and fess up to it.
Is it because I think my writing should always be perfect? Everyone makes these kind of mistakes don’t they? What are you supposed to do if your brain is automatically correcting errors and filling in words that aren’t there. Please tell me everything is going to turn out just fine.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fine.” Use it any way you’d like, bonus points if you use it as the last word of your post. Have fun!” GIFs via Giphy.com. Featured image by www_slon_pics on Pixabay.com
Walking through doors that are not your own could be a metaphor for entering into unfamiliar territory or something that is outside your comfort zone. I do that a lot in my fiction writing. My characters do things, say things, and get into situations that I would probably not want to do. I just wrote a flash fiction piece where the main characters decided to go caving which involved rappelling into a deep cavern. In another story one of my characters used special gear to climb up 150 feet to the top of a redwood tree. It is fun to research what I need to make these situations real and I like imagining someone (else) doing these things. That is what is so fun about fiction writing. You can imagine people doing so many interesting things and create their worlds. The writer stands at the door to these worlds and holds the key.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is “door.” Write about a door you walked through this week that wasn’t your own. Enjoy!
‘Walking through door’ GIF by giphy.com