Singing with Mama

“I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch….

When I was a little girl, my room was off the kitchen, so I often heard my mom bustling around the kitchen in the early hours before she would wake us up for school.  While she was making the morning coffee and preparing for the day, she would often sing her favorite childhood songs.  Her humming and her singing were such a great start to my day.  It was like burrowing under a favorite comforter while knowing some time remained to enjoy its soothing warmth.  It was comforting and cozy. Continue reading “Singing with Mama”

The Ghost on Lincoln Avenue

Laughter behind closed doors sent shivers, and when explored, opened doors would not always close, no matter how hard we pushed on them.

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While living on the small island nestled in the San Francisco Bay, I often overheard bizarre tales of supernatural events that took place in some of the Victorian homes around Alameda.  As a skeptical teenager, I would listen politely but believed such events only transpired in the overactive imagination of the “storyteller,” that is until strange things began happening in my own home. Continue reading “The Ghost on Lincoln Avenue”

The Haunting of Salem

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In the cold of winter, a darkness spread through the town of Salem, Massachusetts. The people of this village were haunted by the fears of the unknown. Whispered worries about a force of evil from the realms of hell created a mass hysteria that flowed through the town and caused panic, dissenion, and even murder, for a civilized people truly believed that witches walked among them, and they believed these spirits came to cause them harm. Continue reading “The Haunting of Salem”

Rest in Peace Grandma Rebecca: When Research Goes Awry

Recent DNA showed that I was “barking up the wrong tree.”   

Well, it was true; I must admit that I have made mistakes when it comes to my family tree.  In the beginning, when I first started on Ancestry.com, I would just click away, swinging from one family branch to the next.  As my family tree grew, I became zealous and excited.  Stories and histories swirled around in my head as I tried to piece and organize all the family details that I had discovered.  Finally, I knew I had to start writing these stories down, so they would not become lost, and so I would not confuse all the data that my research revealed. Continue reading “Rest in Peace Grandma Rebecca: When Research Goes Awry”

Yours, Mine and Ours – Twenty Kids!

As a father and step father, my grandfather David cared for twenty children!

My great great-grandfather, David Allen, was a farmer and a rancher for most of his life.  My grandfather was born in Somerset County, Pennsylvania in 1810, and his parents were Philip and Nancy “Ann” Wilcox.  By the time he was four years old, his family was living in Monroe County, Ohio. Continue reading “Yours, Mine and Ours – Twenty Kids!”

Anything But Math!

I was thrilled to have my degree, but I do remember happily declaring, “No more math!”

Let me just say that math has never truly been my thing. When I was attending a community college, I saved my math courses for last. Since I started college as a late bloomer, I knew I would eventually have to take my math classes if I wanted to transfer to the university with my associate’s degree in hand. Still, I put it off. In my mind, I just figured if I passed everything else, I would just have to put my fears aside and just dive in. That last semester I took algebra and statistics, and I was in math hell. I never worked so hard in all my life! Continue reading “Anything But Math!”

Uncle Walter

As a child one afternoon, I remembered sitting quietly in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her talk to about her family. For many years after her mother died when she was so young, she didn’t have very much information about her family. Since some of the talk was for adults only, I was sent to another room where, I admit, I eavesdropped their conversation. One name that came up time after time was Uncle Walter. This kind man, who never married, always cared for his many family members and shared his home to all who needed a place to live. Continue reading “Uncle Walter”

Clarissa Amelia

From the start, I enjoyed researching this grandmother with the lovely name.  Often I wondered about her life. What was it like to live in her era? How did she manage her large brood while her husband fought in the Civil War? Clarissa Amelia what stories did you harbor? Continue reading “Clarissa Amelia”