'TWAS THE SEASON

A Peek Into Their Life

My stars! What a  time it has been nationally!  I am so upset, sad, and confused so I shan't trouble you with these things.  Instead, I shall continue the saga of my parents' family history.  One of the things my mother told me long before she passed away was to tell me she felt much more comfortable with my in the Big City rather than in the wee town she lived in.  When I asked her why, she said it was because everyone she ran across in town thought my dad was a "darky." That means two things to me and those are (1) the townfolk had never seen a Mexican before and (2) if you were different from the townsfolk, you were immediately a subject for scrutiny. 

 

My grandfather, Neely, did not like my dad.  Mom said it was because her father recognized the alcoholic in my father.  My dear grandmother, whom I never met, was very kind and hospitable to this American who was courting her daughter.  These grandparents of mine also had an odd courtship but that's a tale for another week.

My older sister, Elspeth Clewer, my Dad, my Mom, and me, Lady Margaret.

OH, HEY, CAN YOU SEE?

Yes, folks today the US of A celebrated Veteran's Day.  Officially, though, the special day was celebrated yesterday on November 11, 2018, 100 years from the termination of the Great War.  My
great-grandfather, Charles Dunn, returned to his family in Scotland and my former husband's grandfather, H.V. Powell, returned to his farming in the Midwest.

Later, my father served his country during WWII where in 1945 he met a beautiful Scotswoman, they fell in love and married in her "wee hometown church" later that year.  That's the only reason I'm glad there was a war then because otherwise how would a poor boy born in Mexico and raised in the US have met a half-Scots, half-Irish girl who baked oatcakes at Nairn's?  Then almost 3 years after their wedding, he was able to bring her to the US to live with his family on the border north of Mexico.  My sisters and I came along.

When I was 18, I joined the now-defunct Women's Army Corps so I could travel and benefit from the G.I. Bill.  Well, let's see, I got to travel to my final duty station in Arizona.  The distance is about 300 miles from my hometown. 

Be Still My Racing Heart

Jamie Fraser, you handsome man of my imagination!  Tonight, Season 4 of  Outlander continues the saga of Diana Gabaldon's book series.

That was last night.  This is today.  I just got back from the gym.  I didn't go as long as I usually do.  But when I got home, I saw there was a phone message from my youngest daughter, Renny.  I got right on to FBMessenger and who was it my delight to see but my three grandsons!! GC, Dex, and Luca!

Have you ever had one of those days where it seems you are in a slapstick comedy?  I did, on the way to the gym my windshield wipers are going.  It had rained earlier today and my hubster had used my car to go to the grocery store.  The darned things would not shut off!!!! This sort of thing ALWAYS happens to me.  Get in the shortest line somewhere and watch the longest line finish before I get to the cashier or clerk.  Get a really good manufacturer's coupon and find at the counter that it's last year's. That's me!

A New Page

I'm turning a new page in this Book of Life.  You might think "Oh no, not another one of these rediscovered myself blogs!!"  Think what you like, reader, I am going to write things on here as I feel them.

I love genealogy and family history.  I might enlighten you about some things or tell you a story about my ancestors. On the other hand, I might talk about food or coffee and tea.  I collect many things: Books, tea cups, teapots, stationery, pens, original art (through cards and post cards), and other items I can't recall.

I love the Lord with all my heart.  I have a personal relationship with Him.  I got saved at a Billy Graham campaign in late 1972.  When he called the attendees who needed healing or salvation to come up front and be prayed for, I stood in front of the television and accepted Jesus as my Lord and Saviour.