Sun swept beaches, glorious sunsets, fog horns sounding on cloudy mornings, and the calls of seagulls along the shores created the perfect hometown, and my childhood days passed on a perfect little island, nestled in the San Francisco Bay. Alameda had that hometown charm and the feel of a small town although Oakland and San Francisco were just miles away.
Although Alameda began as a peninsula, the powers that be decided they needed a canal to help expand the growing shipping industry. Work on this channel launched in 1874, and it was completed in 1902. Continue reading “My Hometown Island: Alameda, California”
While scrolling through old newspapers for family history, I always felt as though I transported back through time. Reading about the lives of my family and their neighbors and friends have given me a sneak peek into their daily lives. It was enjoyable, a simple pleasure, and I felt a connection to my ancestors that in many ways helped me better understand their lives. Continue reading “Extra! Extra! The Latest on Joseph LaDuke”
“Grandpas bring a little wisdom, happiness, warmth, and love to every life they touch”
Today I wanted to honor my father and grandfathers through a collection of photographs. These men came from different cities and even different countries. They came from small towns, farms and ranches, each unique in their own way. Meet the men in my life! Continue reading “In Honor of Father’s Day”
What’s for Supper?
On the days mom would make my favorite dinner, I knew immediately what we were having for supper. The mixture of flour and herbs filled the air. The sound of the butter crackling in the oven caught my attention. Flour dusted the countertops, and potatoes boiled on the stove. When mom fixed my favorite meal, she would fix fried chicken, potato salad, and corn on the cob. Sometimes she would add macaroni salad to the mix and often she included a large leafy green side salad too. But when she made her fried chicken, everyone came running. It was the perfect summertime meal. Continue reading “What’s For Supper?”
In honor of Memorial Day, May 30, 2016, this information will be a work in progress as I continue to add family members to “Heroes and Patriots.” Continue reading “Heroes and Patriots”
One family member who found herself in a sticky situation was Amelia Mary Earhart. As one of the leading pioneers for women aviators, she disappeared on a global flight on July 2, 1937. Although many searched for her, she was never found.
Amelia Mary Earhart was born on July 24, 1897 in Atchison, Kansas to Samuel “Edwin” Staton Earhart and Amelia “Amy” Otis Earhart. Amelia and her younger sister, Grace, were tomboys who liked to play and explore the neighborhood. They would catch bugs, climb trees, and they enjoyed racing on sleds in the winter. Continue reading “Amelia Mary Earhart: Flying Solo”
The distant ringing of the phone brought her out of her slumber. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and slowly sat up in her bed. Yawning, she looked at the bedside clock. It was almost time to get up anyway. She reached over, picked up the alarm clock and switched it to off. It was probably someone calling for the donut shop again. The two phone numbers were so annoyingly similar, and she received calls from the shop more times than she could count. She made her way to the kitchen to start her coffee. Just as the coffee began to perk, the phone rang again. She grabbed her notepad and pen. She said hello, and the guy on the other end asked, “Is this the donut shop?” Continue reading “Number, Please”
I have a strange fascination for cemeteries and tombstones. I know. I know. It’s sounds morbid, but as a history buff and an amateur genealogist, it’s not as bizarre as it sounds. If you look closely, each stone tells a story. Recently, I’ve been checking out some funny, strange, and unusual headstones, and I wanted to take a peek at some of my ancestors’ grave sites to see what I could “dig up.” Continue reading “Family Tombstones”
Hotchkiss, Colorado tugs at my heart as one of my favorite places. To put it simply, Hotchkss feels like home even though I only lived there for a short time when I was younger. Whenever I find my way back to this little town, I feel like I am right where I belong, and I often feel this is where my story begins. This place holds precious memories and stories of family. This mountain view is near the cabin where my grandparents, my mom, and my aunts once lived. Continue reading “The Ranch”
As a child, I was blessed to have my maternal grandparents live on the same little island in California. Their sweet presence made a positive impact on my life, and I enjoyed spending time with them, especially when I could spend the night. Continue reading “Cowgirls and Freckles”