tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52948646200701405252024-03-05T07:36:53.347-08:00Mary's MusingsResearching my ancestors: Troyer, Schrock, Post, Hays, Coulter; Also researching hubs ancestors: Warren, Engel, Gibson, Burgess
You can e-mail me at MaryInPhoenix@gmail.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.comBlogger300125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-56007105277001350522015-11-10T13:36:00.000-08:002015-11-10T13:36:01.814-08:00UpdateYIKES, almost 3 years since I've last posted! Age and other things have slowed me down I guess! Anyway, in looking through this Blog I've noted that MANY of the pictures I had posted have disappeared...this doesn't make me a happy camper. I think it's because of a change in computers. I've spent a couple of hours 'cleaning up' some of this mess - deleting old posts that have nothing to do with family history. Once I can find some time, and patience, I will start posting pictures back in the appropriate places. I now have all my photos in Dropbox (if anyone knows how to easily move those into Blogger I would REALLY appreciate your suggestions). <br />
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I have lost some photos in the change of computers (old computer totally wiped out/crashed), although I did save most (thankful for a 'flash drive'. I still have originals (thankfully) of all old photos I had (before 1940)...THANKFULLY. I am missing a lot of more recent (mostly 1990 to 2007) - probably about the time we bought a digital camera. I had scanned all photos from 1964 when we married and then tossed them (mainly because the kids made it known they did not want them and threatened to have a bonfire with them at the beach after we died).<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-62476729971840942372012-11-16T17:16:00.000-08:002012-11-16T17:16:38.610-08:00The Spread of the Anabaptists -The Story of the Amish, Mennonites, and HutteritesInteresting video pertaining to the Amish branch of of my ancestry. This video was found on youtube.com and was not produced by me or anyone I know. Just copying it here for information purposes.<br />
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Above is a picture of a book, written by Menno Simmons, who is mentioned in this history video. It was passed down through my family line. Written in German(?) I am unable to tell exactly what the book has to say. (This book is in my possession).<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">The other day I had lunch with 3 of my friends from grade school through high school. We have known each other for 60+ years (since 7th grade, when I transferred to the school after moving from Los Angeles to Pomona, Ca) Standing are June (on left) and Jan (on right). I'm the one sitting. I saw June for the 1st time in 50+ years about 6 months ago when we found out we lived fairly close and met for lunch)....Jan I saw at our 40 year high school graduation (12 years ago). But June and Jan had not seen each other for 50 years. We had a blast catching up with each other. And it was just like the 'old days' only better. Below our pictures of us at 8th grade graduation and then again at high school graduation. We haven't changed at all over the years, have we???</span>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Kathy Goddard lost touch with her son Mark, 38, 10 years ago while he was living in California. Mark suffers from schizophrenia. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The once-athletic, mentally alert child they raised in a Los Angeles suburb before moving to the midstate in 1996 had been destroyed by mental illness. Several years after schizophrenia settled in, Mark Goddard dragged his feet around his parents’ Hampden Township home. His speech was slow and, at times, slurred. Medications left him with a bloated body and tremors so severe he couldn’t keep his arms from shaking. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Kathy Goddard is searching for her son Mark, who is diagnosed with schizophrenia. The family has not seen or heard from him in 10 years.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The case exemplifies the struggles families endure when a relative with mental illness goes missing. While all missing person searches pose challenges, trying to find someone with a disease such as schizophrenia or bipolar disorder can be particularly difficult, said Sue Walther, executive director of the Mental Health Association in Pennsylvania. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">As of Dec. 31, 2010, there were more than 85,000 active missing person cases across the country that involve people with physical or mental disabilities, people who authorities believe may be in danger and people under 21, according to the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s National Crime Information Center. Juveniles account for nearly half the total. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The number of missing persons cases has decreased significantly since 1994, according to FBI statistics. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Liz Adams has a similar story to the Goddards. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">When her schizophrenic brother, John Adams, went missing in the summer of 1993, the Seattle-area family searched tirelessly for him. When her parents became too old to continue the hunt, Adams took over. She tried numerous times to file missing person reports, but she was told her brother didn’t qualify as a missing person because no crime was suspected in his disappearance, nor was he a danger to himself or others. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Adams disagreed with those assessments. The Goddards do, as well. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">But Liz Adams continued to search. Her work paid off in March 2011, when she was able to trace her brother’s body to an anonymous county-owned grave in Swatara Township. John Adams died ten years earlier at Penn State Milton S. Hershey Medical Center from injuries he suffered after being hit by a train in Juniata County. He was 47. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The news wasn't what she was hoping for, but at least she was able to get closure. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The Goddards hope for the same. Like many families with relatives missing for years, it’s the uncertainty that’s the hardest to handle. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">A while back, Liz Adams reached out to the Goddards and shared her story. The conversation comforted the couple as they continued to meet obstacles. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">“It’s a full-time job trying to find someone. You could do this eight hours a day,” said Kathy Goddard, a retired special education teacher at the Capital Area Intermediate Unit. “You have to hang in there. It’s not easy.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The Goddards plan to fly to Seattle in July after the birth of their first grandchild to their middle son, Jeff. They hope to go to California sometime after that to search again for Mark. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">When the Goddards moved to Pennsylvania more than 15 years ago, Mark Goddard stayed behind. He was in his early 20s then, had his own apartment and worked at a warehouse. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">That’s about when schizophrenia began to take a hold of him. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">After developing an addiction to amphetamine, commonly known as the drug speed, Mark Goddard spent a lot of his time in hospitals, jail and halfway homes, his father said. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Doctors gave him different diagnoses and put him on different drugs. He spent a year in a treatment facility near San Diego.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Mark Goddard would call his parents in the middle of the night and jabber on about nothing that made any sense. When he visited his parents, he stayed in his room and performed ninja chops. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">“It all just upset us. It was like demonic possession,” Barney Goddard said. “When I talked to him, I’d tell him that I loved him. I’m not sure if he always heard me.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The Goddards also sent Mark letters and cards, sometimes with checks inside to ensure he was still fine. But after 2002, the checks stopped getting cashed. Letters and cards were not returned. The phone numbers they had for their son stopped working. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">In 2003, a card came back to the Goddards as return to sender. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The Goddards have contacted the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s office, which had no record of Mark Goddard. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Police in Fontana, Calif., also confirmed Mark Goddard is not in jail. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">This year, the Goddards reached out to the U.S. Social Security Administration, which sent Mark Goddard disability checks, and it forwarded a letter from them to his last known address. However, due to the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996 — commonly known as HIPAA — it couldn’t release Mark Goddard’s address, Barney Goddard said. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">A Social Security representative in Carlisle told the couple he could be fired for giving out any information. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">At this point, Barney Goddard said he feels like he’s hit a brick wall. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">“I just want him to come back and be part of the family,” he said, fighting back tears. “Whatever the problem is, we’ll work it out.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"><em>Declared 'unfit for church services' in France and later embraced by U.S. abolitionists, the song continues to inspire.</em><br />
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The strange and fascinating story of "O Holy Night" began in France, yet eventually made its way around the world. This seemingly simple song, inspired by a request from a clergyman, would not only become one of the most beloved anthems of all time, it would mark a technological revolution that would forever change the way people were introduced to music.<br />
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In 1847, Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure was the commissionaire of wines in a small French town. Known more for his poetry than his church attendance, it probably shocked Placide when his parish priest asked the commissionaire to pen a poem for Christmas mass. Nevertheless, the poet was honored to share his talents with the church.<br />
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In a dusty coach traveling down a bumpy road to France's capital city, Placide Cappeau considered the priest's request. Using the gospel of Luke as his guide, Cappeau imagined witnessing the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. Thoughts of being present on the blessed night inspired him. By the time he arrived in Paris, "Cantique de Noel" had been completed.<br />
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Moved by his own work, Cappeau decided that his "Cantique de Noel" was not just a poem, but a song in need of a master musician's hand. Not musically inclined himself, the poet turned to one of his friends, Adolphe Charles Adams, for help.<br />
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The son of a well-known classical musician, Adolphe had studied in the Paris conservatoire. His talent and fame brought requests to write works for orchestras and ballets all over the world. Yet the lyrics that his friend Cappeau gave him must have challenged the composer in a fashion unlike anything he received from London, Berlin, or St. Petersburg.<br />
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As a man of Jewish ancestry, for Adolphe the words of "Cantique de Noel" represented a day he didn't celebrate and a man he did not view as the son of God. Nevertheless, Adams quickly went to work, attempting to marry an original score to Cappeau's beautiful words. Adams' finished work pleased both poet and priest. The song was performed just three weeks later at a Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve<br />
Initially, "Cantique de Noel" was wholeheartedly accepted by the church in France and the song quickly found its way into various Catholic Christmas services. But when Placide Cappeau walked away from the church and became a part of the socialist movement, and church leaders discovered that Adolphe Adams was a Jew, the song--which had quickly grown to be one of the most beloved Christmas songs in France--was suddenly and uniformly denounced by the church. The heads of the French Catholic church of the time deemed "Cantique de Noel" as unfit for church services because of its lack of musical taste and "total absence of the spirit of religion." Yet even as the church tried to bury the Christmas song, the French people continued to sing it, and a decade later a reclusive American writer brought it to a whole new audience halfway around the world.<br />
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Not only did this American writer--John Sullivan Dwight--feel that this wonderful Christmas song needed to be introduced to America, he saw something else in the song that moved him beyond the story of the birth of Christ. An ardent abolitionist, Dwight strongly identified with the lines of the third verse: "Truly he taught us to love one another; his law is love and his gospel is peace. Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother; and in his name all oppression shall cease." The text supported Dwight's own view of slavery in the South. Published in his magazine, Dwight's English translation of "O Holy Night" quickly found favor in America, especially in the North during the Civil War.<br />
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Back in France, even though the song had been banned from the church for almost two decades, many commoners still sang "Cantique de Noel" at home. Legend has it that on Christmas Eve 1871, in the midst of fierce fighting between the armies of Germany and France, during the Franco-Prussian War, a French soldier suddenly jumped out of his muddy trench. Both sides stared at the seemingly crazed man. Boldly standing with no weapon in his hand or at his side, he lifted his eyes to the heavens and sang, "Minuit, Chretiens, c'est l'heure solennelle ou L'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'a nous," the beginning of "Cantique de Noel."<br />
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After completing all three verses, a German infantryman climbed out his hiding place and answered with, "Vom Himmel noch, da komm' ich her. Ich bring' euch gute neue Mar, Der guten Mar bring' ich so viel, Davon ich sing'n und sagen will," the beginning of Martin Luther's robust "From Heaven Above to Earth I Come."<br />
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The story goes that the fighting stopped for the next twenty-four hours while the men on both sides observed a temporary peace in honor of Christmas day. Perhaps this story had a part in the French church once again embracing "Cantique de Noel" in holiday services.<br />
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Adams had been dead for many years and Cappeau and Dwight were old men when on Christmas Eve 1906, Reginald Fessenden--a 33-year-old university professor and former chief chemist for Thomas Edison--did something long thought impossible. Using a new type of generator, Fessenden spoke into a microphone and, for the first time in history, a man's voice was broadcast over the airwaves: "And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed," he began in a clear, strong voice, hoping he was reaching across the distances he supposed he would.<br />
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Shocked radio operators on ships and astonished wireless owners at newspapers sat slack-jawed as their normal, coded impulses, heard over tiny speakers, were interrupted by a professor reading from the gospel of Luke. To the few who caught this broadcast, it must have seemed like a miracle--hearing a voice somehow transmitted to those far away. Some might have believed they were hearing the voice of an angel.<br />
Fessenden was probably unaware of the sensation he was causing on ships and in offices; he couldn't have known that men and women were rushing to their wireless units to catch this Christmas Eve miracle. After finishing his recitation of the birth of Christ, Fessenden picked up his violin and played "O Holy Night," the first song ever sent through the air via radio waves. When the carol ended, so did the broadcast--but not before music had found a new medium that would take it around the world.<br />
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Since that first rendition at a small Christmas mass in 1847, "O Holy Night" has been sung millions of times in churches in every corner of the world. And since the moment a handful of people first heard it played over the radio, the carol has gone on to become one of the entertainment industry's most recorded and played spiritual songs. This incredible work--requested by a forgotten parish priest, written by a poet who would later split from the church, given soaring music by a Jewish composer, and brought to Americans to serve as much as a tool to spotlight the sinful nature of slavery as tell the story of the birth of a Savior--has become one of the most beautiful, inspired pieces of music ever created.<br />
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Reprinted from "Stories Behind the Best-Loved Songs of Christmas" for educational purposes only, from Zondervan.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"></span><b>O Holy Night</b></div>
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O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,<br />
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.<br />
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.<br />
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.<br />
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,<br />
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.<br />
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!<br />
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;<br />
O night, O holy night, O night divine!<br />
O night, O holy night, O night divine!<span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div>
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Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,<br />
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.<br />
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,<br />
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.<br />
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;<br />
In all our trials born to be our friends.<br />
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,<br />
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!<br />
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!</div>
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Truly He taught us to love one another,<br />
His law is love and His gospel is peace.<br />
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.<br />
And in his name all oppression shall cease.<br />
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,<br />
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.<br />
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,<br />
His power and glory ever more proclaim!<br />
His power and glory ever more proclaim!</div>
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Copyright 2011, all rights reserved.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-47027450677788684482011-11-03T18:53:00.000-07:002015-11-10T13:19:06.477-08:00Mary's Musing's Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know I haven't posted in a long time - I seem to have lost my desire to research for the time being. I'm involved in a few other things at the moment...one being my Pampered Chef business and trying to grow it, I also read a lot (54 books so far this year, + the Bible all the way through), and am a little involved in politics (supporting my candidates). We've had a lot of family issues the last year one being the passing away of my hub's sister, Janet...after being diagnosis-ed with stomach cancer in February and being given 2 months to live, she passed away on September 22. We were blessed to be able to travel from Phoenix to Long Beach for every month or two to visit her. We were actually in Long Beach the week she passed away (to visit her), her caregiver told us she was waiting to 'go home' (die) until she saw her brother one more time...she died the day after we got there.<br />
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My niece in MN had a stroke 10 days ago, after lots of prayers - she's in rehab now and expected to go home this Saturday. This did not take any time from us, just mention it so you all can keep her in your prayers as she recovers. She has 2 small children, a very supportive husband, and my sister (her mother) was able to go back to help her during the recovery period. She won't be able to go back to work for a couple of months, at least. Lots of rehab work to do, which I won't go into here.<br />
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Our highlight of the year is our youngest son is being ordained as a Baptist Preacher in a couple of weeks - we will go there for the service....<br />
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We look forward to Thanksgiving with all our biological children....I've been in the holiday type of mood and am ready for the season to come on full force.<br />
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I'm on google+ as Mary Warren and on Facebook as Mary Post Warren, if you would like to hook up with me there....<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-17020672659831689682011-10-20T00:00:00.000-07:002011-10-20T00:00:08.662-07:00Treasure Chest Thursday - The House with Nobody in It<div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture taken by hubs cousin, Carl</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #274e13;">The House with Nobody in It</span></strong><br />
(1913 Joyce Kilmer)</div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #38761d;">Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track <br />
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black. <br />
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute <br />
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it. <br />
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I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things; <br />
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings. <br />
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do; <br />
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two. <br />
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This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass, <br />
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass. <br />
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied; <br />
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside. <br />
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If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid <br />
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade. <br />
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be <br />
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free. <br />
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Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door, <br />
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store. <br />
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone <br />
For the lack of something within it that it has never known. <br />
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But a house that has done what a house should do, <br />
a house that has sheltered life, <br />
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife, <br />
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet, <br />
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet. <br />
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So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track <br />
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back, <br />
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart, <br />
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.</span></strong><br />
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One of the other things I've been reading is some of your blogs. And since this is Follow Friday I thought I would let you know some of whom I'm following these days:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-75153612711773197662011-07-21T14:01:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:53:47.000-07:00Treasure Chest Thursday - Coulter Sisters Company<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I recently found this picture of my dad's mother, <b>Bess Coulter Post</b>. I have many pictures of her and don't remember ever having seen this one before. It was in a stack of items 'to be dealt with' that had to do with my <b>Coulter</b> and <b>Post</b> family. It's a professionally taken photo but I'm pretty sure it's a copy and not the original. If you look on towards the bottom, third, right hand side of the photo you can see where something had been printed and is now cut off (maybe the photographers name or the photo studio?). On the back is written<br />
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The top back "<b style="color: red;">Aunt Bess</b>" (written in red) tells me that someone had this besides my parents (who gave me all the other pictures I have). Several years ago I met some cousins who were the children of Bess' sister <b>Harriet Coulter</b>. I must have received this picture from them....but how it got lost for all these years is beyond me. It's now scanned and on a flash drive with other pictures of Bess, and the original (to me) will go with all other pictures of Bess (to be handed down to my niece upon my death).<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-16188534226143849092011-07-17T00:02:00.000-07:002011-07-17T00:02:00.413-07:00Our Family Angel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last month on Lucille's 106th birthday I went for a visit at the cemetery, which happens to be just a few miles from us here in Phoenix. (The above picture was taken last summer on the anniversary of her death). She was my dad's sister, although she died before he was born. Among my unidentified pictures I have this one to the right. This picture was with others from my dad's side of the family that were left to me. One of these little girls may or may not be Lucille. If one is her I don't know who the other one is. I have no other pictures of Lucille but I do have her death certificate. <b>Can anyone out there in genealogy land help identify the time period of this picture? </b><br />
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Dad did not know a whole lot about his family. His father left his mother when she became pregnant with him. He had one (known) living brother at that time who was about 4-5 years older than him. He was told there was a child who died before he was born (Lucille, although he thought it was the brother, known as O.J.). He was also told there were several children who died at or shortly after birth. I have no confirmation on this. I do have a picture of dad (<b>Hays Coulter Post</b>) with his brother <b>O.J. Post</b> (assumed to be <b>Orvey Jermain Post</b>) and their grandmother <b>Elizabeth Clayton Post</b>. Dad's parent's names were <b>Bess Coulter Post</b> and <b>Orvey Jermain(e) Post</b>.<br />
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Know anything about anyone mentioned in this post? Please contact me using the e-mail address to the right under my picture.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-34204240400967455862011-07-14T23:24:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:24:00.930-07:0052 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - SewingThis is not a regular 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - it's one I made up on my own....just to be different! <br />
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My mom made 99% of of the clothes we wore as children. The only thing she did not make was the uniforms we had to wear to school. When I was in High School Home Economics was a required class. I had no real desire to learn to cook and sew but it had to be done. I remember one of the projects we had to do during our sewing lessons - that was to make a dress. Mom and I went out shopping for the required items and I picked out what I thought was a lovely pattern and some material. It was a shirt waist dress and blue/white seersucker material. When I took it to class the teacher took one look at the material and laughed....she told me it looked like pajama or nightgown material. I wasn't very happy about it and it kind of turned me off towards wearing that dress and doing any more sewing than I had to.<br />
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After marriage I again picked up sewing, I did enjoy it....I made clothes for the kids, dance costumes for my daughter and many in her class, Halloween costumes, etc. One particular dress I made for my daughter (wish I had a picture) was a Holly Hobby long dress with an old fashion bonnet to go with it. When the kids got to be teens I more or less gave up sewing as I was a such a perfectionist and it made me nervous if there were issues with the sewing and the kids at the same time. I spent way too much time being upset with the kids and I felt it just wasn't worth it. <br />
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I did keep my sewing machine though - purchased about 1979-1980 it's not at all like the machines of today that do everything. Last summer, I decided I was going to dig out the machine and start sewing during my 'spare time'...the first thing I did was go to the fabric store (fabric stores of yesterday are not like 'fabric stores' of today - yesterdays fabric stores were just that - fabric and patterns and sewing supplies. Today's 'fabric stores' are craft stores and the fabric and patterns are hidden way in the back left hand (or right hand) corner of the store). Hours of pouring over books I finally found a pattern that was suitable for me, easy to make (for a starter).....but boy was I surprised at the prices on patterns! Some ranging $20+.....I use to pay a $1.00 maybe, and could pick them up at yard sales for 25cents! It was real sticker shock to see today's prices. After much search I found one that was less than $5 and that also fit my parameters. NOTE: I've discovered that patterns are available to look at (and order) online at the pattern makers website....this is what I will do in the future.<br />
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Now get this, I bought the material/pattern, thread, zipper, and new sewing scissors last summer. GUESS WHAT - after much looking I found some material that was MADE IN THE USA! Last weekend I FINALLY got the machine up! It took me until today to lay my pattern on the material and get it cut out. I wonder how long I'll procrastinate until I thread up the machine?<br />
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I'm hoping once I really get going on this that it will be something that I put to use and get moving on. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-12843233920546180882011-07-09T20:46:00.000-07:002011-07-09T20:54:09.305-07:0052 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - Summer<div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #38761d; text-align: center;">
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<b>Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer</b></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">What's an Haboob? Randy Cerveny, a geophysical sciences professor at Arizona State University, explains it in this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oWXacSiH_I" target="_blank"><strong>video from Arizona State University.</strong></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong> </strong></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></strong></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong> This video is very interesting, and only takes a few minutes of your time, it's worth your time to watch it. Before the other night I had never heard the term 'haboob'....now that's all anyone talks about. </strong></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong> </strong></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>It was amazing that the temps here in Phoenix were about 100+/- a degree or two....when this storm blew through. As we walked outside we could feel the temperatures actually dropping. When it was over it was about 80F. </strong><strong>According to the news the dust cloud was 1-2 miles long and 60-100 feet high....that's a pretty big cloud!!! </strong><strong>The storm lasted a couple of hours (including the rain after the initial cloud) ...Sky Harbor airport was closed down. The storm started to the south of us, although I do not know exactly where. It came through Tucson (120 south of Phoenix).</strong></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong> </strong></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>I would have loved to have stood out front during the storm....but hubs (and I) both knew that would not be good for us. We could feel the dust in the air and the next day I had a migraine that I'm sure was brought on by the 2-3 minutes we did stand outside. </strong></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong> </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong> </strong> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><b><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></i></b></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com3Phoenix, AZ, USA33.4483771 -112.0740372999999933.133222100000005 -112.27304229999999 33.7635321 -111.87503229999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-85577794234092722422011-07-06T13:55:00.000-07:002011-07-06T13:55:08.633-07:00Wordless Wednesday - Bess Coulter Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FedTHhvKYmo/ThTGM5DC8lI/AAAAAAAAENs/kTuRQFVSl1k/s1600/Bess+Coulter+with+friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FedTHhvKYmo/ThTGM5DC8lI/AAAAAAAAENs/kTuRQFVSl1k/s400/Bess+Coulter+with+friend.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This picture of my paternal grandmother was probably taken in the 1920s. My grandfather was affiliated with the circus and although they were divorced in 1913-1914 they continued theirs was an off/on relationship for many years after.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The diamond ring on her left had is a one and a half carat stone and was in it's original setting. I had it 'broken down' and reset, the setting was used for an amethyst stone which I gave my daughter on her birthday one year. The stone was reset into another setting and sits in a safe deposit box. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><b><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></i></b></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div><span id="goog_474350670"></span><span id="goog_474350671"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-12487369833601719322011-07-04T00:00:00.000-07:002011-07-04T09:53:01.470-07:00Independence Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4qKA1dwFUY/TgPDPb3YGPI/AAAAAAAAELs/In5nn7QZP7w/s1600/254586_10150637339950074_629425073_19344023_560847_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4qKA1dwFUY/TgPDPb3YGPI/AAAAAAAAELs/In5nn7QZP7w/s320/254586_10150637339950074_629425073_19344023_560847_n.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
Check out these five handsome guys...all from the same family, all serving at the same time (U.S. Army) in service to our country. What a giving family. The picture was taken at the wedding of one of their siblings. One is a good friend of ours. I believe there is one more boy in the family who is not old enough to be in the service.<br />
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Drafted by Thomas Jefferson between June 11 and June 28, 1776, the Declaration of Independence is at once nation's most cherished symbol of liberty and Jefferson's most enduring document. Here in exalted and unforgettable phrases Jefferson expressed the convictions in the minds and hearts of the American people. The political philosophy of the Declaration was not new; its ideals of individual liberty had already been expressed by John Locke and the Continental philosophers. What Jefferson did was to summarize this philosophy in 'self-evident truths' and set forth a list of grievances against the King in order to justify before the world the breaking of ties between the colonies and the mother country. You are invited to <a href="http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/charters/declaration_transcript.html">read a transcription</a> of the complete text of the Declaration.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-92053989153717894782011-06-29T09:42:00.000-07:002011-06-29T09:42:15.833-07:00Wordless Wednesday - Bahama Winds <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> Just a lovely picture to share with you, taken by Cousin Carl, makes me want to get out there after the long hot days we've been having here in Arizona (110-115F).<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-38804952106831483032011-06-25T16:47:00.000-07:002011-06-25T16:47:26.826-07:0052 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - SongsOur challenge for this week: <strong>Songs</strong> - What was the #1 song during the week of your birth? Enter your birth date at This Day in Music (<a href="http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/birthdayno1" target="_blank"><span style="color: #34425b;">http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/birthdayno1</span></a>) and find out. I'm too old to make this list - it only goes back to 1945. So I choose another suggestion from the website and decided on the date we were married.<br />
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April 25, 1964 - "<strong>Can't Buy Me Love</strong>" by the Beatles was at the top of the charts both in the U.S and in Australia. Our favorite song at that time was another popular song of the time (we must have heard it a dozen times as we drove from California to Las Vegas to get married) "<strong>Going to the Chapel</strong>" - by The Dixie-Cups.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Can't Buy Me Love lyrics</strong><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><small><strong>Songwriters:</strong> McCartney, Paul; Lennon, John;</small><br />
</span>Can't buy me love, love<br />
Can't buy me love<br />
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I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend<br />
If it makes you feel all right<br />
I'll get you anything my friend<br />
If it makes you feel all right<br />
'Cause I don't care too much for money<br />
For money can't buy me love<br />
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I'll give you all I've got to give<br />
If you say you love me too<br />
I may not have a lot to give<br />
But what I've got I'll give to you<br />
I don't care too much for money<br />
For money can't buy me love<br />
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Can't buy me love<br />
Everybody tells me so<br />
Can't buy me love<br />
No no no, no<br />
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Say you don't need no diamond rings<br />
And I'll be satisfied<br />
Tell me that you want the kind of things<br />
That money just can't buy<br />
I don't care too much for money<br />
Money can't buy me love<br />
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Can't buy me love<br />
Everybody tells me so<br />
Can't buy me love<br />
No no no, no<br />
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Say you don't need no diamond rings<br />
And I'll be satisfied<br />
Tell me that you want the kind of things<br />
That money just can't buy<br />
I don't care too much for money<br />
Money can't buy me love<br />
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Can't buy me love, love<br />
Can't buy me love, oh</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-29515268713000614792011-06-24T00:00:00.000-07:002011-06-24T00:00:00.981-07:00Family Recipe Friday - Mom's Home Cookin'<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recipe from the collection of Margaret Troyer Post</td></tr>
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">O, it sets my heart-a-clickin'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Like the tickin' of a clock</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">when the first frost is on the pumpkin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">and the fodder's in the shock</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">James Whitcomb Riley</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Nothin' sets my mouth-a-waterin',</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">like the smell of mom's home-cookin'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">and nothing satisfies my hunger</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">like a piece of her punk'in pie!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">You're not goin' to find much better</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">than her fresh bread from the oven, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">and if there's one thing close to heaven,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">it's her stuffin' made from scratch.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">When it comes time for dinner,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">with all the kinfolks roun' the table,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">we ask God for all His blessin',</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">and thank Mom for all her grace.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Oh, the years come and go,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">relatives are born, and passing,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">but when the frost is on the pumpkin,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">we'll head home for Mom's home cookin'.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="right"><span style="color: blue;">(Poem written by hubs' </span></div><div align="right"><span style="color: blue;">cousin, </span><span style="color: blue;">used with permission)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<a href="http://www.pamperedchef.biz/dolce?page=products-detail&categoryId=9&productId=8752&itemId=1339">This is perfect for making this casserole in, and it looks pretty on the table also!</a><br />
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<div align="left"></div></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-49906908379873872972011-06-22T10:52:00.000-07:002011-06-22T10:52:39.921-07:00Frustration with Blogger Issues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wX0nvjDrxOI/TgIixcxiCzI/AAAAAAAAELc/PisnDSNXeQo/s1600/A_Colorful_Cartoon_Frustrated_Woman_Yelling_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_110102-144812-957053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wX0nvjDrxOI/TgIixcxiCzI/AAAAAAAAELc/PisnDSNXeQo/s1600/A_Colorful_Cartoon_Frustrated_Woman_Yelling_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_110102-144812-957053.jpg" /></a></div>Is anyone else getting frustrated with the blogger format? I've had nothing but trouble with it for several months and am giving some serious thought to moving to another format. I hate doing this because last time I had to make a major change I lost half my followers (probably people who didn't keep up with me anyway). <br />
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Anyway first I lost all my pictures in my blog...this was going back a year and a half...I have them uploaded in Picasa (which is suppose to be blogger compatible) and the pictures were all still in Picasa but it took me several weeks to re-upload them to each individual post. Now, and for the last several weeks, I cannot post comments using my google account. I keep typing into blogger my google account id and password but it keeps flipping back to the log-in screen - funny it works with e-mail ok. I can post comments if I use my name and url but that gets to be a pain in the tush.<br />
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I'm also trying to connect Amazon Associates to my blog and have been unable to do it. This one may be my problem but maybe not....who knows.<br />
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All this has gone on since the blogger outage a couple months ago - I'm so <span style="color: red;"><strong>FRUSTRATED</strong></span>...thus I've not been blogging or replying to others posts as much as I would like. <br />
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Has anyone else encountered these problems? What blogging format do you suggest?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-9619189105400223782011-06-21T19:55:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:55:25.701-07:00Summer vs. Spring<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8d3EnzV8vg/TEi-hTykIhI/AAAAAAAAD20/eo2GlkOGaQE/s1600/1968.8+Kimi+Warren+%2526+Shari+Avants+%252819+months%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8d3EnzV8vg/TEi-hTykIhI/AAAAAAAAD20/eo2GlkOGaQE/s200/1968.8+Kimi+Warren+%2526+Shari+Avants+%252819+months%2529.jpg" width="193px" /></a>The first full day of Summer, I love it! Being California born and raised and having lived there (for 50 years), and raising our family there, I had really come to appreciate the summers....easy days, kids were home from school, a lot of running them around to dance lessons, soccer practice, baseball games, trips to the beach, camping...days long gone, but still with me in my heart. California had almost perfect weather - if you'd leave out the earthquakes and the high prices I'd say it's one of the most perfect places to live.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After retirement we moved to Arizona, in the early '90s where youngest son was in college, then we moved again in the late '90s for a stint in Las Vegas, and now we're back in Arizona. Life is good - we are fairly close to 2 of the kids, and within driving distance of son #1. Our 'adopted' son lives in Wisconsin and thus we seldom see him but do keep in touch.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Summer in Arizona brings beautiful sunsets, awesome desert landscape, and wild and crazy heat and rain. The heat can be brutal and mix that with the monsoons you've got a double whammy. It was 109 today, tomorrow is 113.....fortunately the 'dew point' is down at only 21% (it needs to be at 55% to bring on the monsoons), so it's a dry heat for the time being. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7s4sxXDeXiY/TYZiBpvSFeI/AAAAAAAADq0/c0hkwS1XaE8/s1600/2011.3.19+Flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7s4sxXDeXiY/TYZiBpvSFeI/AAAAAAAADq0/c0hkwS1XaE8/s200/2011.3.19+Flowers.jpg" width="200px" /></a></div>Spring brings flowers, home grown vegetables, and 80 degree weather. Summer brings <span style="color: red;"><strong>HOT</strong></span> (over 100+), dead plants, and lots of time on my hands. <br />
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Summer is GREAT but I think I like Spring best in these autumn days of my life. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-15978213350938291862011-06-16T19:06:00.000-07:002011-06-16T19:06:32.307-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RgdHcHoxqA/TG793S81ruI/AAAAAAAAC9U/3bsQMeYyOBA/s1600/About+1913+-+Margaret+Troyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RgdHcHoxqA/TG793S81ruI/AAAAAAAAC9U/3bsQMeYyOBA/s320/About+1913+-+Margaret+Troyer.jpg" t8="true" width="210px" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Margaret Troyer Post</div><div align="center">June 16, 1909 - September 17, 1987</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM</strong></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294864620070140525.post-88106947244490712632011-06-15T00:00:00.000-07:002011-06-15T00:00:09.985-07:00Wordless Wedneday <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">Mary Post Warren </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: red;">copyright 2011, all rights reserved</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670461716038876587noreply@blogger.com0