Well, that's what this blog seems to be. But I have a sense that just about anybody could be lurking and reading about my life...though why is a big question. So I talk sometimes to myself. Usually when I do something stupid, and admonish myself.
Today was the day to mail a birthday gift to one of my sons. It's something that I think he'll laugh about, though it isn't anything new, but something I had tucked away. He will be 51 next week.
But there was a big festival downtown, and I realized parking at the post office might be next to impossible. So after doing the impossible, I did the improbable, and toured around some of the festival booths (and posted about it on my blog "Alchemy of Clay and Living in Black Mountain")
It was very hot by the time I left...so I came home and kind of collapsed for a while, and kept drinking as much water as I could. The rest of the day I looked into my ancestry records. I had found a great times six uncle James Clack, and all the records so far on Ancestry didn't have him having any children. Then I found that he did, and then fostered his daughter with a nearby family. There had been an article written about them in 1827 in Tennessee.
So I enjoyed playing detective. That's what this ancestry stuff is all about. Discovering, piecing together information, and sometimes tearing down what has been put together wrongly.
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