Being fascinated with genealogy, I find myself wishing I knew more stories about my grandparents, so I started this place for sharing stories, memories, and pictures of my own. Maybe someone in the future will appreciate it!
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
In a letter from Myrtle (my grandmother) to my parents dated 6/27/1996, she writes:
I often wondered about her [Harold's mother]. She came from the same place in Sweden where Mom [Anna Kringsberg Liden] came from. Harold and I went to church with Mom on Sunday, and Rev. Lundell, the minister, came right over and said "You must be Mom's youngest brother, I'd know you any place." Mom said, "Oh no, that's Myrtle's boyfriend." In our wedding picture so many people commented about Harold and I looked so much alike. I've never said this to anyone before but I have thought of it often, just a thought, I don't think his mom really knew who his father was as the names on his birth certificate and baptism certificate were different. I just haven't wanted to check into his family. His mom was a Hendrickson, tho.
Several of the kids have wanted to check on our family history and I've kind of discouraged it. "Why not let sleeping dogs lie?"
Pretty much sums up how both sides of my family felt about family history and events.
I'm sure other families have these kinds of "skeletons in the closet"!!
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
In a letter from Myrtle (my grandmother) to my parents dated 6/27/1996, she writes:
I often wondered about her [Harold's mother]. She came from the same place in Sweden where Mom [Anna Kringsberg Liden] came from. Harold and I went to church with Mom on Sunday, and Rev. Lundell, the minister, came right over and said "You must be Mom's youngest brother, I'd know you any place." Mom said, "Oh no, that's Myrtle's boyfriend." In our wedding picture so many people commented about Harold and I looked so much alike. I've never said this to anyone before but I have thought of it often, just a thought, I don't think his mom really knew who his father was as the names on his birth certificate and baptism certificate were different. I just haven't wanted to check into his family. His mom was a Hendrickson, tho.
Several of the kids have wanted to check on our family history and I've kind of discouraged it. "Why not let sleeping dogs lie?"
Pretty much sums up how both sides of my family felt about family history and events.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Unknown Relatives
Recently, someone noticed a posting I'd done on a website re: genealogy. After comparing some notes, it turns out we have the same GrandAunt Anna! Which means we're second cousins of sorts. More discussion and she grew up in San Francisco, and I grew up in Santa Clara - 40 miles apart and we never knew of each other! Turns out we're also both avid photographers, love vintage photos and genealogy as well, and are a year apart in age. Isn't life strange sometimes?
GrandAunt Anna Pape
I found someone had written "Ann was an intelligent, patient lady. Never judgmental. Would drive her sons' race cars around the track for fun. Skied when she was in her 60s."
Sounds like she would have been fun to get to know!
GrandAunts
Pape Girls: Marie, Anna, Minnie
These would be my grandaunts, born in the 1890s. All three are holding what I assume to be a rolled certificate - confirmation at their church perhaps? School diplomas? How curious to know what it might be! This is the first time I've seen a photo of any of them. They're my maternal grandaunts, sisters of my grandfather, Robert Pape.
Minnie born in 1891, died in 1914.
Marie born in 1895.
Anna born in 1898.
The girls look to be teenagers perhaps, so I'm guessing the date of this photo to be about 1910-1913.
What fun it is to learn about my ancestors!
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Solving Mysteries - Emma!
Mrs Emma Pape Beckman
Yes, this is her!
I was told over again and again that my great grandfather Wilhelm traveled to America in 1882 with his sister "Anna". And yet when I discovered the entry on the ship's log, her name was written Emma.
After lots of trial and error and searches resulting in nothing for "Anna Pape" ... I switched up to "Emma". Nothing in Minnesota, so going from the stories written how they traveled by train as far as they could go, then walked the last 14 miles in snow - it was still April/May in 1882 - to the German community where his sister had been writing to friends or acquaintances. Wilhelm didn't like the land there, and decided to head for the Red River Valley. Apparently Emma stayed there.
North Dakota's records are limited when it comes to online searches, but spending a weekend with my mom and her sister, we chatted about family history a bit, and they opened up and told a story about going to Tolna, ND to visit relatives.
Somewhere in the 90s, I'm thinking 1992, my parents were visiting Minnesota and their father, Bob, got everyone loaded up into the suburban and headed out for a drive. He never told them where they were going, or why. After driving a bit, my father, Oliver speaks up "I know I'm going back home to California, but I had no idea we were driving!!" (Such a sense of humor he had!)
Turns out they're going to meet Bob's cousins, people my mom and her sister had never met, nor heard of. They visited, had a meal and turned around to come home. On the way, Marge spoke up, "I just got paid, how about I treat everyone to dinner?" They stopped and got food, and the bill came. She reached into her purse, and all her cash was gone! As expected, this memory hasn't faded a bit! Bob gave everyone a hard time about it the entire rest of the trip!
Just chatting back and forth between the sisters, the managed to come up with a few details: His name was Vernon Jorde. His wife's name is Phyllis. When reading Vernon's obit, both of them said the name "Beckman" was familiar. That's Phyllis' maiden name. More research, and Phyllis' father is Ernest Beckman. Ernest is the son of Charles and Emma Beckman -- Emma being my great grandfather's sister! I wasn't 100% positive because her maiden name isn't listed in sources I was able to find, until this little blurb on a North Dakota University search for the name Beckman, and it shows Mrs. Emma Pape Beckman as part of these two written pieces of history.
I'm tickled pink to be able to know what became of this long lost relative. This family has always been big on secrets and untold stories ... how many of them are lost now, and to me, that's sad.
Great grandaunt Emma .... welcome to the family!
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Pape: Truth and Lies
Truth in families. I think being truthful and not ashamed of history is part of today's culture. But back in the 1880s and into the 1940s and 50s, re-inventing yourself seemed to be the mainstay of the entire culture of America. I've been trying to track family genealogy for years, and I get bits and pieces, here and there, of actual facts.
My maternal Grandfather, William Pape, immigrated in 1882. It took lots of research, but I finally found where he arrived in NY in April 1882, with his sister. I was always looking for Anna, but she is logged in as Emma. The first thing that makes me go hmmmmm.
Grand Forks is listed as their destination, and obviously arrived at some point, since the family farm is just outside of Grand Forks on the Minnesota side. From there, things get really sketchy. My first check was Census records, and while William was somewhere in 1885, 1890 and 1895, I haven't located him until 1900. He is listed with a wife, Adue, but no marriage records are found for him, either. The names listed on the census by the census taker are amusing, I'm certain spelling wasn't his best subject in school.
Ida is listed is Adue
Minnie is Mine
Frederick is Fradrik
Mary and Anna he got right
and Rodman is Wrodmen
Makes it a little difficult to go searching for folks when sometimes all you have to go on is a single name! hmmmmm
But William was really Wilhelm, and it was 'Americanized' when he arrived here, I'm assuming. But with no records to balance things up, it's really difficult to analyze history. The 1900 census lists his wife "Adue" as being age 31, making her birth year 1869. However, her death certificate lists her birthdate as 1875. Which makes her only 16 when her first child was born. Hmmmm.
Family stories being what they are, Ida's maiden name is Gringland, or Grenlin, or something along those lines. But her death certificate put her name as Pearson, with parents Markus Pearson and Carrie Olof. Again, no trace found for those names either, that connect to Ida. Hmmmmm
The only thing that points to anything other than living on a farm from 1900-1941, is a listing where my grandfather, William, being on a ship that arrived in NY Sep 1904. The ship manifest states it was from Cuxhaven, Germany. As I understand it, Cuxhaven is part of Lower Saxony, Germany. On the 1920 Census it lists his mother as being from Saxony, Germany. Did he travel back to Germany to make arrangements on a death? his parents, perhaps? hmmmmm
Of course, then there's the question, who stayed with the children during his trip, he would have been gone through the spring/summer which is harvest time for farmers. His wife, Ida? Alone? Hmmmmm
Then there's the whole mental institution of Fergus Falls State Hospital. Ida was a resident there for many years, and died there as well. When I started getting into genealogy, I wrote to them asking for information and found that files had been shredded just a couple of years prior to my inquiry. Ida was a patient of Minnesota State Hospital, now known as the Regional State Hospital, in Fergus Falls, Minnesota. Upon checking for her records, they only have on file her last admittance date of 2/24/1915. She died at the facility and is buried there. Call the Office at 218-739-7247 to arrange time to visit her grave site. Her death certificate does not give any indication to the name of Gringland or Grenlen. Her death certificate also states "Cause: Manic depressive psychosis-known 35 Coronary thrombosis due to coronary sclerosis. There was an autopsy." There was no Name of spouse listed on her Death Certificate, and it causes me to wonder, was there no record of this? or is data obsolete. As a further note, Minnesota only keeps 30 years history now. Unfortunately, the rest of her records have been destroyed. An assumption on my part is that she was released from time to time to go home to her family. And while circumstances with her must have created havoc in the home, it also must have been difficult for a husband to put his wife into a facility; I like to think he cared enough about her to try to bring her home to his family, as I was told that she was in and out on several different occasions. Her parents were listed as Markus Pearson and Carrie Olof. Hmmmmm
Now that I've pieced together more parts of the puzzle, was she left at home with 5 children (Ages 13-5) during the summer harvest months while he was away dealing with something back in Germany? And did that create enough of some sort of rift between them that things became unbearable and he had her committed? Hmmmmm
All these different questions that make me go hmmmm. And I have to wonder if life back then was more complicated than it seemed. People came to America and re-invented themselves with a new name, background stories that don't always add up, all to make a "better" life. Perhaps in some circumstances it made things more difficult. I can see wanting to start a new life, but as we get older, we seem to need to gravitate back toward home - wherever that may be - or to what's familiar.
In my own case, I was living in Ohio, moved there to do the same: start a different life, new location, different people to interact with. After 10 years, I was moving back to the west coast because I needed to be closer to family.
When all is said and done, there are only so many friends we can depend on, and we learn we need family most of all. Maybe immigrants paid a higher price than were willing to admit by the need or want to start over, start fresh, make a better life by leaving family and home behind. In some ways, I'm thankful they did ... it brought me to my own place in life.
My maternal Grandfather, William Pape, immigrated in 1882. It took lots of research, but I finally found where he arrived in NY in April 1882, with his sister. I was always looking for Anna, but she is logged in as Emma. The first thing that makes me go hmmmmm.
Grand Forks is listed as their destination, and obviously arrived at some point, since the family farm is just outside of Grand Forks on the Minnesota side. From there, things get really sketchy. My first check was Census records, and while William was somewhere in 1885, 1890 and 1895, I haven't located him until 1900. He is listed with a wife, Adue, but no marriage records are found for him, either. The names listed on the census by the census taker are amusing, I'm certain spelling wasn't his best subject in school.
Ida is listed is AdueMinnie is Mine
Frederick is Fradrik
Mary and Anna he got right
and Rodman is Wrodmen
Makes it a little difficult to go searching for folks when sometimes all you have to go on is a single name! hmmmmm
But William was really Wilhelm, and it was 'Americanized' when he arrived here, I'm assuming. But with no records to balance things up, it's really difficult to analyze history. The 1900 census lists his wife "Adue" as being age 31, making her birth year 1869. However, her death certificate lists her birthdate as 1875. Which makes her only 16 when her first child was born. Hmmmm.
Family stories being what they are, Ida's maiden name is Gringland, or Grenlin, or something along those lines. But her death certificate put her name as Pearson, with parents Markus Pearson and Carrie Olof. Again, no trace found for those names either, that connect to Ida. Hmmmmm
The only thing that points to anything other than living on a farm from 1900-1941, is a listing where my grandfather, William, being on a ship that arrived in NY Sep 1904. The ship manifest states it was from Cuxhaven, Germany. As I understand it, Cuxhaven is part of Lower Saxony, Germany. On the 1920 Census it lists his mother as being from Saxony, Germany. Did he travel back to Germany to make arrangements on a death? his parents, perhaps? hmmmmm
Of course, then there's the question, who stayed with the children during his trip, he would have been gone through the spring/summer which is harvest time for farmers. His wife, Ida? Alone? Hmmmmm
Then there's the whole mental institution of Fergus Falls State Hospital. Ida was a resident there for many years, and died there as well. When I started getting into genealogy, I wrote to them asking for information and found that files had been shredded just a couple of years prior to my inquiry. Ida was a patient of Minnesota State Hospital, now known as the Regional State Hospital, in Fergus Falls, Minnesota. Upon checking for her records, they only have on file her last admittance date of 2/24/1915. She died at the facility and is buried there. Call the Office at 218-739-7247 to arrange time to visit her grave site. Her death certificate does not give any indication to the name of Gringland or Grenlen. Her death certificate also states "Cause: Manic depressive psychosis-known 35 Coronary thrombosis due to coronary sclerosis. There was an autopsy." There was no Name of spouse listed on her Death Certificate, and it causes me to wonder, was there no record of this? or is data obsolete. As a further note, Minnesota only keeps 30 years history now. Unfortunately, the rest of her records have been destroyed. An assumption on my part is that she was released from time to time to go home to her family. And while circumstances with her must have created havoc in the home, it also must have been difficult for a husband to put his wife into a facility; I like to think he cared enough about her to try to bring her home to his family, as I was told that she was in and out on several different occasions. Her parents were listed as Markus Pearson and Carrie Olof. Hmmmmm
Now that I've pieced together more parts of the puzzle, was she left at home with 5 children (Ages 13-5) during the summer harvest months while he was away dealing with something back in Germany? And did that create enough of some sort of rift between them that things became unbearable and he had her committed? Hmmmmm
All these different questions that make me go hmmmm. And I have to wonder if life back then was more complicated than it seemed. People came to America and re-invented themselves with a new name, background stories that don't always add up, all to make a "better" life. Perhaps in some circumstances it made things more difficult. I can see wanting to start a new life, but as we get older, we seem to need to gravitate back toward home - wherever that may be - or to what's familiar.
In my own case, I was living in Ohio, moved there to do the same: start a different life, new location, different people to interact with. After 10 years, I was moving back to the west coast because I needed to be closer to family.
When all is said and done, there are only so many friends we can depend on, and we learn we need family most of all. Maybe immigrants paid a higher price than were willing to admit by the need or want to start over, start fresh, make a better life by leaving family and home behind. In some ways, I'm thankful they did ... it brought me to my own place in life.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Who's Pregnant?
Back in the 1930s, it was considered SHOCKING to be pregnant out of wedlock. I've been researching family trees and genealogy off and on now for 20 years, and I found out today that my own Grandmother, Myrtle, was pregnant when she got married. I guess you'd call that a shotgun wedding?!?!
I've been having discussions with my own mother about family history, and I'm quite shocked and somewhat shamed to find out that there have been some family secrets that were never let out. I understand everyone wants their privacy, to keep what they considered their own shame to themselves, and not feel others are judging them. In the year 2016, I don't think anyone is concerned about unwed mothers, it's just not an issue. But back in the 1930s, that wasn't acceptable.
We've been talking about family relationships, the distance between family farms or homes, and get-togethers that happened, or didn't happen, when Mom told me that grandma "had to get married". I wonder if that played an issue in how life turned out? After all, her husband Harold was 15 years older than her, and just a farmhand. I'm sure I've written about how I felt she was keeping secrets all along -- turns out she was! They were married July 20, 1935 and the baby arrived Mar 18, 1936. No long term planning of this wedding!

It's OK, Grandma, no judgement from me!
There are things we may never know,
but this one surprised me!
Harold, late 40s or early 50s.
Grandma liked to cut up her photos,
no idea who he's standing with, or where.
I've been having discussions with my own mother about family history, and I'm quite shocked and somewhat shamed to find out that there have been some family secrets that were never let out. I understand everyone wants their privacy, to keep what they considered their own shame to themselves, and not feel others are judging them. In the year 2016, I don't think anyone is concerned about unwed mothers, it's just not an issue. But back in the 1930s, that wasn't acceptable.
We've been talking about family relationships, the distance between family farms or homes, and get-togethers that happened, or didn't happen, when Mom told me that grandma "had to get married". I wonder if that played an issue in how life turned out? After all, her husband Harold was 15 years older than her, and just a farmhand. I'm sure I've written about how I felt she was keeping secrets all along -- turns out she was! They were married July 20, 1935 and the baby arrived Mar 18, 1936. No long term planning of this wedding!

It's OK, Grandma, no judgement from me!
There are things we may never know,
but this one surprised me!
Harold, late 40s or early 50s.
Grandma liked to cut up her photos,
no idea who he's standing with, or where.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Family Mysteries
Kajsa Anderson. My great great grandmother. She must have been quite a woman.
She had her first child at 19, Henry, in 1857. Peter was born 6 years later, then Charlie, and last, Anna. From what little I've been able to piece together, she emigrated from Sweden to America around 1883. She was 45 years old at the time, and traveled here with her four children. Henry was 26, Peter was 19, Charles was 13 and Anna, just 6.
How do you imagine that you can start a new life at 45?
What motivates you to make such a move?
I can only relate in my own experiences. I was 49 years old when I rented a truck, loaded all my belongings, towed my car, moving me and my son across country. Brian was 22 at the time. But I was moving to be closer to family, needed to be closer to them.
So that brings me back to the same question: What was the driving reason behind Kajsa moving from Sweden to America? I know younger men and women moved for the dream of a better life. Was she doing that for her children, a new place where they could make a better life on their own?
I don't ever recall my father talking about visits with his grandfather, Charles. They lived in Pennington county, my father was born in Marshall county, the distance between Thief River Falls and Alvarado, MN, is ... according to Google 39 miles. Was there ever a family picnic or Christmas gathering? Grandfather Charles died in 1952. My father was born in 1937. Surely there must have been some kind of .... relationship.
Or perhaps there was a family rift, they didn't seem to approve of Grandmother Myrtle marrying Harold Danielson. And I've always been curious about that. Grandma was always secretive, never wanting to talk about Harold's background. Now with the advent of the internet and census data being readily available and searchable, I have found several things that lead me to believe that the stories told were fiction. Or embellished 'truths' based on very little facts. I've contacted people over the years, and there have been differing opinions as to the real truth.
In the Alvarado cemetery, there are some other Danielsons buried there. Relatives? If so, they were never spoken of, either. And Alvarado has never been a town of thousands. Harold's mother, Christina, had family around as well. Her brother, Peter Hendrickson, was raising Harold at one point, as he's listed on the census as his nephew. So what's the real story? She was buried without a headstone, I haven't been able to locate any kind of information whatsoever about her, other than her being listed on different census' over the years.
About every six months, the urge to dig a little bit more grabs hold of me and I can't seem to let go without finding out something about a relative! Even a tidbit puts the whole story more into focus.
Genealogy sure is addicting!
Here's my great grandfather Charles with a cow on a lead ... one of my fav pictures because it tells more of a story than just a posed photograph:
She had her first child at 19, Henry, in 1857. Peter was born 6 years later, then Charlie, and last, Anna. From what little I've been able to piece together, she emigrated from Sweden to America around 1883. She was 45 years old at the time, and traveled here with her four children. Henry was 26, Peter was 19, Charles was 13 and Anna, just 6.
How do you imagine that you can start a new life at 45?
What motivates you to make such a move?
I can only relate in my own experiences. I was 49 years old when I rented a truck, loaded all my belongings, towed my car, moving me and my son across country. Brian was 22 at the time. But I was moving to be closer to family, needed to be closer to them.
So that brings me back to the same question: What was the driving reason behind Kajsa moving from Sweden to America? I know younger men and women moved for the dream of a better life. Was she doing that for her children, a new place where they could make a better life on their own?
I don't ever recall my father talking about visits with his grandfather, Charles. They lived in Pennington county, my father was born in Marshall county, the distance between Thief River Falls and Alvarado, MN, is ... according to Google 39 miles. Was there ever a family picnic or Christmas gathering? Grandfather Charles died in 1952. My father was born in 1937. Surely there must have been some kind of .... relationship.
Or perhaps there was a family rift, they didn't seem to approve of Grandmother Myrtle marrying Harold Danielson. And I've always been curious about that. Grandma was always secretive, never wanting to talk about Harold's background. Now with the advent of the internet and census data being readily available and searchable, I have found several things that lead me to believe that the stories told were fiction. Or embellished 'truths' based on very little facts. I've contacted people over the years, and there have been differing opinions as to the real truth.
In the Alvarado cemetery, there are some other Danielsons buried there. Relatives? If so, they were never spoken of, either. And Alvarado has never been a town of thousands. Harold's mother, Christina, had family around as well. Her brother, Peter Hendrickson, was raising Harold at one point, as he's listed on the census as his nephew. So what's the real story? She was buried without a headstone, I haven't been able to locate any kind of information whatsoever about her, other than her being listed on different census' over the years.
About every six months, the urge to dig a little bit more grabs hold of me and I can't seem to let go without finding out something about a relative! Even a tidbit puts the whole story more into focus.
Genealogy sure is addicting!
Here's my great grandfather Charles with a cow on a lead ... one of my fav pictures because it tells more of a story than just a posed photograph:
Friday, July 8, 2016
Grab the Bull.....
Dear Dad .....
Sometimes the only solution
is to take a deep breath
and face the problem directly
by grabbing the bull by the horns
and then pulling it to the ground.
August 2, 2013
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Celebration Week
Dear Dad .....
This was my birthday week, and with things kind of crazy around here, well, the celebrations were kind of spread out....
When I arrived home on Weds, the house smelled Oh So Delicious! And I thought "whaaaat???" because the candles I have around are kind of beach smelling, but this - this was something baking! Turns out my son had hoofed it over to the grocery store and bought the ingredients needed to make a cake from scratch! Yes, that's right, scratch! I was really impressed that he could do that.... and I gotta tell ya, that cake was smooth and delicious - way better than the kind you get from a box mix! (And yes, of COURSE it was chocolate.... hehehe)
Thursday is our night to go to the library, to run any miscellaneous errands, and then treat ourselves to a no-cook night, usually at Taco Bell. But because its "birthday week", I opted for Chipotle's. And if you've never eaten at one of their restaurants -- you need to! I always get a bowl, not a burrito. This tasty dish is filled with Lime Rice, their specially flavored roasted chicken, sour cream, guacamole and two kinds of salsa. I think it's fast becoming one of my all time fav things to eat! (And if I'm going to be a regular customer supporting them, I checked, and yes, they are on the stock market for investors. They have gone from $60/share to $400/share in the past 5 years. Hmmmm. Wish I knew then.... )
And now, here it's Friday - the day to put your feet up, sip a cool beverage and chill out for a while -- I wonder if Sadie will be cooperative and allow me to do that!?!?! hahaha crazzzzy dog
Happy Weekend!
Celebrations – August 2, 2013
This was my birthday week, and with things kind of crazy around here, well, the celebrations were kind of spread out....
When I arrived home on Weds, the house smelled Oh So Delicious! And I thought "whaaaat???" because the candles I have around are kind of beach smelling, but this - this was something baking! Turns out my son had hoofed it over to the grocery store and bought the ingredients needed to make a cake from scratch! Yes, that's right, scratch! I was really impressed that he could do that.... and I gotta tell ya, that cake was smooth and delicious - way better than the kind you get from a box mix! (And yes, of COURSE it was chocolate.... hehehe)
Thursday is our night to go to the library, to run any miscellaneous errands, and then treat ourselves to a no-cook night, usually at Taco Bell. But because its "birthday week", I opted for Chipotle's. And if you've never eaten at one of their restaurants -- you need to! I always get a bowl, not a burrito. This tasty dish is filled with Lime Rice, their specially flavored roasted chicken, sour cream, guacamole and two kinds of salsa. I think it's fast becoming one of my all time fav things to eat! (And if I'm going to be a regular customer supporting them, I checked, and yes, they are on the stock market for investors. They have gone from $60/share to $400/share in the past 5 years. Hmmmm. Wish I knew then.... )
And now, here it's Friday - the day to put your feet up, sip a cool beverage and chill out for a while -- I wonder if Sadie will be cooperative and allow me to do that!?!?! hahaha crazzzzy dog
Happy Weekend!
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Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Waterslides
Dear Dad.......
He's riding the waterslide in Manteca, a new campground with a small lake and fun amenities for the kids. We spent many, many weekends enjoying ourselves here, camping out in style with our pop up tent trailer. It wasn't far to drive, we'd head up after work on a Friday, get all set up and have a late evening watersliding session.
After it got dark, the campground would play movies on an outdoor movie screen and us kids would park ourselves on a blanket on the ground to watch old Disney films. There was a game room as well, where you could put coins in the jukebox, play a little pool or pinball. (or... if you were brave, to flirt with the boys!! No, wait .... I think that was my sister... yeah, I'm sure it was!! )
Many fun weekends were spent here,
and we never seemed to grow tired of it.
Thanks, Dad!
This is my Dad --- circa 1970s!
After it got dark, the campground would play movies on an outdoor movie screen and us kids would park ourselves on a blanket on the ground to watch old Disney films. There was a game room as well, where you could put coins in the jukebox, play a little pool or pinball. (or... if you were brave, to flirt with the boys!! No, wait .... I think that was my sister... yeah, I'm sure it was!! )
Many fun weekends were spent here,
and we never seemed to grow tired of it.
We didn't know we were making good memories,
we just thought we were having fun!
Thanks, Dad!
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
School Days
Dear Dad .....
Brianna’s First day of School, August 1, 2013
Education is whatremains
after one has forgotten
what one has learned
in school.
~Albert Einstein
I think everyone
should go to college
and get a degree
and then spend six months
as a bartender and
six months as a cabdriver.
Then they would really be educated.
~Al McGuire
Learning is a treasure
that will follow its owner everywhere.
~Chinese Proverb
Don't you love New York in the fall?
It makes me wanna buy school supplies.
I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils
if I knew your name and address.
From “You’ve Got Mail”
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