Hurry, Hurry, Hurry!

     I'm so sorry for the delay in posting a game.  I have been working all night and just haven't had a chance to post a game, but again, I will try later today.  I do hope you are haven't a most pleasant day.  I look forward to squeezing in some time to visit your blog and reading your most recent post.

     Although I don't always get to post, you can be sure you are on my mind.  I've come to consider my blogging home as just another room in my home, where I can relax, kick-back and enjoy good times with good friends.  I do hope to see you again, soon.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

Have you ever heard of my gramma'?

You've gotta' see this video!
Yesterday, I mentioned that I have been doing genealogy for 39 years. That would mistakenly indicate that I know something about how to research. I don't. However, I do have a great desire to find any information about my family that might be available.

This is where you come in. Have you ever heard of my gramma'? Before she passed away, she told me that her birth name was Mary Cecile Orealee Thompson. She went by the name Orealee and was born about 19 April 1897, possibly in Mississippi. She married Will Mock in about 1915. They would eventually have four children.
My gramma' remarried twice more or perhaps even three times, after hard times left her a widow with small children.
My gramma' Orealee has been very elusive and I would love to find where she has hidden all of her records. If you know anything of this fine lady, will you please share with me? She was one of the greatest treasures in my life and I would like for my posterity to know her. Can you help? Anything you can offer will be appreciated more than you can possibly know and I thank you.

The heroes that used to be

Do you do genealogy? I've been doing genealogy for about eleventy-forty-seven years and over the years I've developed quite a deep admiration for those brave souls who laid the groundwork for my comfortable life.  No, as far as I am aware, none of my direct ancestors invented anything of note or created something to ease life's pains. But you know, they were the ones who cut a path through life's fields so I could come along later and drive my little go-cart or whatever.

My good hubby-buddy's family have tales aplenty of members who traveled by wagon or lived in soddies.  He even tells the story that some of his family members were the first into Salem, Massachusetts... and among the first to leave when they began burning some of their neighbors as witches. Quite an interesting legacy, if you ask me.

My stories are much closer, as I only recall the tales told by people I actually knew personally. Things like the night my little gramma' shot the ghost and how my mama and her sister chased the burglar away with their purses. Does this make my ancestors' lives as pioneers less important? Absolutely not! Without their input, I might just now be building my own little soddie. I'm sure thankful for those who have struggled to make my life easier.

Do you know stories of your ancestors? I'd like to suggest that you help keep those stories alive for your posterity by writing about them in a tablet or some other convenience of modern-day life. Or even, write some of your own experiences. Your children and grandchildren will be very grateful if you do.