Turning 60

A friend had a recent birthday.

It was the most momentous thing to happen in her life (at least for a while).
I've shared many experiences with her, and she just exudes joy whenever something special happens, and has similar emotions of sorrow and anger which I've witnessed also.

So she prepared at least 6 months for her turning 60.  Her daughters were involved and organized a party with all her children and grandchildren and various in-laws and girlfriends, and a few of her old friends.

I was happy to take part in an adult version of a children's birthday party.  But I skipped playing bingo.  And I took many of the pictures!

The grandchildren enjoyed playing around, running in circles, teasing each other, throwing things, especially the balloons.

We enjoyed a light lunch before the cupcakes...

A happy year is wished for Teresa from all her family and friends.

Paradigm shift...

Borrowing from another blogger...many thanks, Mystic Meandering.

He was surprised
to see the gray clouds,
for the sunrise was clear
with blue sky, and he
assumed, as he always had,
that the sky moved
as the sun moved, east
to west, yet here the clouds
came, traveling west to
east, and he thought of
the trajectory he imagined
his life took, of birth
to death, infancy to old age,
and he wondered if he
had missed something,
if the winds moved
differently than he supposed,
if death also traveled
toward life, if there were
more currents than he
could imagine; and if
imagining itself, setting
a distinct course, one he
planned in advance, kept
him from seeing, if he
were at this moment
actually growing younger,
at the same time he grew
older; if he was in fact
moving in ways he could
barely sense, into another
life, into other worlds.

Richard Wehrman
From: Being Here
original title: Traveling

This poem gave my existance one of those tugs, (paradigm shift) and I thought, I could look for another current, perhaps one coming sideways, or maybe I should think of how I move sideways.  The first thing I'm paying attention to is how much mess I can make by spilling things, or not seeing quite what's where I'm stepping.  I just clean up and keep on moving, but I am thinking "sideways."

I love that this poem doesn't say anything about where that different direction might be, and actually is looking at becoming younger.  I'm not so much interested in that concept, but see that it's also possible.

This is why I love poetry!

Standing by the car

Early years with cars...

1937, my father stands by open window of car being driven by his younger brother, Jimmy, while his mother (Ada Rogers) sits as passenger.

 Dallas Texas, 1942.  My grandmother (Ada Rogers) and father (George Rogers Jr.) and grandfather (George Rogers Sr.) standing in front of a car (not sure if it's my father's or the grandparents.  The grandparents were living in San Antonio at that time, but visited as there was a child soon to be born (me!)  I would guess it's a Studebaker, since that's the only brand my Rogers family would own for the longest time...probably till it went out of business.

 My mother (Mataley Rogers) sits on the running board (YES, that's what they were called) while my granparents work on the Victory Garden.  In 1942 the US had only been at war less than a year.

There I was (left girl) about to turn 8 years old (1950) with little sis.  Why my father got the car into the pic is probably saying a lot about his values! I would imagine this is one of the Studebakers he owned.  We moved to St. Louis Aug. 1950 in time for my birthday.
Beow...here I am with sis again (different dresses I think) which means it was probably Easter, 1951. On the campus of Principia Upper and Lower School.  It's a different car already...just look at the grill work and a one piece windshield in the second scene.

I don't know the location of McGlung's Drugstore.  I probably got this old photo from Appalachian Coal Fields on Facebook.  But as I was looking for old cars, this one caught my eye, not because of the store front.  Not because of the various clothes the men and boys are wearing.  But what caught my eye was the back wheel with chains on it.

When we lived in St. Louis, there were a couple of winters that my father put chains on his Studebaker so we could get around on snowy days.  But his wheels were much different by then (50s and 60s).

Below are family members around the new Studebaker.  This one is sporty, a two tone blue, with white wall tires.

Perhaps these photos of old cars will have something in common with the prompt photo from Sepia Saturday this week.  Come on over and see (or contribute your own) the selections that others who have a collection of old photos are sharing this week!

When the moon eclipses, it doesn't matter how cold...

We seldom see full moons here in the mountains, because there are frequent clouds whenever they happen.
So I started peeping at it around 7:45, and there were stars visible too...but of course I can't quite get my little Nikon to see them.

 Isn't this one neat, with 2 orbs that came to visit?

The camera sends out some kind of infared signal to focus on things, and it really had trouble with the moon.  I think the lens might have gotten a bit of condensation on it as well.

I found myself sneaking outside every hour, and I didn't even bother taking photos that didn't show a thing...which of course meant bundling up since it was in the teens by then, and sometimes blustery too.

 Around 10 there was a shadow cast on the lower edge, and a camera which wasn't held exactly still gave it a nice mellon look.

I went to bed around 10:45, and loved that it was starting to have that reddish tint, but it was too cold for my old bones to come out again later.  I'm so glad some others did!

Here's Jim Polling's capture (had a better zoom, but still hand held!) of the full eclipse.

And here's my new favorite by Martha Fabre Hale on Facebook...

Oh the moon is full and it's cold outside!

So I've made my little newly transplanted violets, and the orchid, a kind of "green house" where I'll leave a light on all night to keep them warm.  They are near a window, and with such low temps, (forecast is 10 degrees fahrenheit.) I dare saw the area inside the window will not be any 65 degrees.  Maybe this will give them a bit of tropical temperatures (as they like best.)

 The rosemary is hardy enough to stay in the windowsill.  The heating unit is directly to the left on the wall, so it will keep the room somewhat warm tonight.   The management has asked us to keep some water running so pipes don't freeze.  Good idea.

So I'll put new batteries in the Nikon and wake up around 11:30 to see whatever eclipse I might see.  Actually I hope to see the moon itself earlier.  I'll show you my efforts tomorrow!

Flowers make me happy

 A gift is much appreciated!
Transucent. Variegated!

 A Phalaenopsis

 I promised myself to take good care of it.  And learn how to keep it healthy.  It came in such a small container!

I do hope it continues to bloom.  Winter sun came through the window earlier today, but has gone hiding behind grey clouds now.  I went for a walk around the lake, only got a third of the way when I was out of breath.  Baby steps, Barb...you haven't been doing this for about a month (or two).

Force of nature

 January in North Carolina woods, with the Little River high from recent rains...it makes me feel humble to see how nature decides what it wants to do.

An unusual name, Lebbeus Booth

Week 3 - 52 Ancestors 52 Weeks (Jan. 15-21): Unusual Name
#52 Ancestors

When different cultures merge, many times there are unusual names from one to another.  I like one that was popular in the 16th through 19th centuries in several ancestors, women named Kesiah.  But I think it may have originally been Native American.  So for them, it wouldn't have been unusual.

So I'm going to do the "throw the pin at the map" kind of selection...just log onto one of my three lines of ancestors, and find a name that sounds unusual, then figure out how they are related to me.  It's pure chance.

I had many ancestors with Bibical names, from many different faiths.  So I dare say that one of them would be my choice.

But here's a Booth cousin, and a name I've never run into before. Lebbeus Booth. I find it was also Bibical, a name for one of the appostles named Jude Taddeus.

The 1850 NY Census states Lebbeus Booth was 60 years old, thus born in Connecticut around 1790. Actual birth date was June 25, 1789. This census also lists his wife (?) and children.

He is living with a woman, younger than he was, age 46, named Laurietta, Lucretia.   The others listed in his household also have unusual names. A 22 year old man named Moss Pant  Kent Booth.  Then a woman, Marthy H Booth, age 20. 18 year old male has a common name of John C. Irrebela G Booth comes next (though she may have been Isabela) at age 11, as well as Lecretia, while Susan E. Booth is just 6.  Mary Johnson is 25, and may be a servant, who has a daughter, Adaline, age 1.  This census was taken in Ballston Spa, Saratoga County, NY.

He is listed as a student in Union College of New York in 1817 as being from Ballston Spa, New York (published in 1833).  (Catalogue of the fraternity of [Phi] B K, Alpha of New York. Union College, Schenectady, 1827.)

In 1818 he is in the Albany NY City Directory, in Montgomery.  Upon checking, Montgomery is about an hour away from Albany, so he may have had interests in both areas.  

He is again listed in Union College of New York in 1845 as being on a committee to organize the 50th anniversary of the college, being listed as class of 1813.  

His death listing happened on 16 Dec, 1859, when he was 70 years old, with his occupation as a retired gentleman.  His cause of death was marasmus (wasting disease). He was still married at that time.

He had written a will, in 1856 leaving his possessions to his children and wife. He was survived by Martha Booth Seely, John C. Booth, daughters Lucretia Booth and Susan E Booth, the last 2 being considered minors, so they were given a  male guardian. His wife also was named Lucretia (rather than the garbled name the 1850 census taker gave her.)

Oh, who is he to my ancestors? His father, Silas Booth (1758-1835) was the brother of Isaac Booth Sr, (1755-1841), who was my 5 times great grandfather.  So we have a 6 times great grandfather in common, and I think that makes him my 2nd cousin 6 times removed.  Please let me know if I've got that wrong.  I always scratch my head on that cousin stuff.

Amy Johnson Crow continues to challenge genealogy bloggers and non-bloggers alike to think about our ancestors and share a story or photo about them. The challenge is “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.”

More notes by writer:

"Lucretia Foot(e) ...married Lebbeus Booth, a banker who helped establish the Ballston Spa National Bank.  (probably in Roerig, Ruth W. The History of Ballston Spa National Bank, 1838-1988: A Story of “The Old Bank,” Its Community, and Its People. Ballston Spa, NY: Ballston Spa National Bank, 1988.)

Lebbeus was 2nd Principal of Female Academy, 1815-1824, founded by Ebenezer Foote, whose only daughter was Lucretia Foote Booth, Lebbeus' wife.

Had private school in Ballston several years.

Source: http://dunhamwilcox.net/ny/ne_albany_bio1.htm

Ancestry finally posted his relationship to writer...1st cousin 6 times removed!

T'ai Chi master.

"I want to Play" she said.

She rose from where she was sitting, keeping her red cloak on, wearing a white outfit with black sash.
She stepped forward onto the playing floor.
And she spun.
She spun so fast, just a blur of black/white/red, which rose in a nano-second to the roof.
And there she spread her arms and legs, looking down from where she was plastered on the high ceiling.
She just smiled at us, looking up at her.
She had her robes kind of falling forward to remind us that gravity still existed.
And she stayed there for the count of maybe 10.
Then she just stepped down, and was standing on the floor again.

I had wanted to ask her, isn't this like the moves of T'ai Chi? But I forgot all about it.
I was smiling like a banshee, I know.  I had seen that.  Only a few of us had.  The rest of the room kind of was blurred in another time/space continuum.  They kept talking, looking at each other, or moving as they had been doing before this event occurred.  But I knew.  And she knew.  This was the Playground.  This was how to move through our space.  How to make our movements be beyond what we thought were limitations.

This was how to Play.  How our bodies could play with the world.

It's for the negative ions, you know!

Water over rocks, waterfalls, water in waves coming ashore, moving water gives off negative ions, which make us feel GOOD.  I am not sure sitting water does, maybe a little bit.

So today I took the plunge and went all the way to Hooker Falls in Brevard National Forest...and I saw an amazing thing.  Not just water at a high level from rain plunging over the falls, but a couple of risk-taking men doing the same.

So here's just the first installment.

 Other men were waiting to do the same, using the raft, which they'd take back up river to come over the falls themselves...

 I'm not sure if the kayak was going to be shared, as he stayed with it after coming to land.

A kayak came over first, and I had just still photos.  For the raft, I used the video, and captured his trip with sound and action!  I'll see if blogger can handle that.  Others do it, so maybe I can figure out how.  Well, I haven't got the knack yet.  Maybe tomorrow.

Sun and shadows

What's that happening on my pillows on my bed? The blinds have made streaks of shadows from an unusual thing, I think it's called sunshine.
That was yesterday, for about 10 minutes.

But today, ah, there was bright warm sun flowing through the window most of the day.  When I didn't check on it, I was outside on a rock by my favorite creek, taking photos into the sun.  That was fun.
They'll be over on the "Living in Black Mountain" blog in a day or so.

I'm still dealing with cough, and my brain seems to be about half here.  I sleep forever. And then I have these horrible nightmares.  I keep forgetting simple routines, and I don't know that I'm taking all the meds I'm supposed to take.  There are so many silly rituals...perhaps I should add some meditation and prayer to them, so they have more meaning to me.  Nebulize twice a day...seems prayerful to me.  And take certain pills and an inhaler mornings, and other pills and inhaler evenings.  I really need to add my yoga stretching back in there too.  The head-cold last week meant I just would lie down without a pillow and roll from side to side...a great exercise for who-knows-what.

Early dating in America

Some reasons to "hook up" with someone...

1901 dating site...

I am descended from both New England and Virginia's early settlers.  How did these people meet and marry? My consideration is often boggled when they came from areas so divergent.

Jamestown Settlement historian Nancy Egloff is interviewed in this History Channel article, 'When the Jamestown Colony Placed Ads to Attract Brides' - https://www.history.com/…/jamestown-colony-women-brides-pro…. 
Learn more at Jamestown Settlement's special exhibition,'TENACITY: Women of Jamestown and Early Virginia.'

"In 1619, the Jamestown colony—North America’s first permanent English settlement—consisted mostly of single men looking to get rich. For the Virginia Company, this presented a problem: how to keep it growing when few single English women wanted to venture to the struggling colony? The solution it came up with was to pay women’s passage to Jamestown so they could marry its bachelors.

"The Jamestown brides program attracted 90 women who came over in 1620, and another 56 who came over in late 1621 and early 1622.

An illustration of the arrival of the first women to the Jamestown colony.

Bettmann Archive/Getty Images

"Without these women—later known as “tobacco wives”—the Virginia Company was concerned that the 12-year-old colony wouldn’t survive. Unlike the Puritans who would soon settle in New England colonies with their families, the men in Jamestown didn’t have families to keep them in the Americas permanently, says Marcia A. Yablon-Zug, a law professor at the University of South Carolina and author of Buying a Bride: An Engaging History of Mail-Order Matches.

Many Jamestown settlers would “come to the colony, make their fortune, and go home to get married,” she says. A small portion abandoned “the colony to go live in the Indian villages, where obviously there were plenty of women and life was better.” This latter outcome was especially troubling to English religious leaders, who preached sermons about “the sexual availability of the Indian women,” she says.

Wives of settlers arriving at Jamestown.

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I know that at least one of my ancestors did marry a Native American woman, who became Christian and adopted an English name.  I haven't searched to see if any of my other Jamestown ancestors married a wife who came with these ships.  I know one who went back to England to marry and then brought his wife to the Virginia colony.

My American Indian roots:

The Nansemond Indians originally lived along the Nansemond River and were part of the empire ruled by Powhatan, the father of Pocahontas. When the English arrived, the tribe had about 300 warriors and a total perhaps of 1200 people. 

They were initially wary and often hostile toward the English, but by the 1630's some had changed their minds. A family sermon book still in the Chief's possession records the 1638 marriage of John Bass, and a Nansemond convert to Christianity named Elizabeth. Everyone in today's Nansemond tribe is a descendant from that marriage.  (Source: Smithsonian)

My grandfather, George Rogers' mother was also named Elizabeth (Bette) Bass.  She was descended from the early Virginia marriage. (Link to my post on Nansemond tribe). My grandchildren got a kick out of thinking of being cousins to Pocahontas.

Here's our Sepia Saturday for this week.

Perhaps this photo isn't directly connected to brides, or even settlers...but the model and the little ones observing her might end up marrying someone who sought their fortune and then wished to share it through meeting by an unusual method.  I know, stretching the meme a bit...


I'm sharing this with 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks, under the meme "FIRST."

Happy 2019

I've not shared with anyone today.
I am wrapped in my own misery.
Occasionally I say something to the TV, or the computer, or even the solitaire game.  I watched the Rose Parade, and a few foodball games, and the first NCIS repeat for last year's season.

OK, I'm not going to drag more dreary thoughts here.  That's not fair, when everyone else is celebrating new beginnings and full of hope.

I wish everyone to have many things for which to feel grateful.  I will make my own gratitude list, but not share it here.

JFK in West Virginia when first running for president.

I've learned several things today...and am moving towards letting you know, but first I want to try them out.