Saturday, November 23, 2013

Meet My New Cousins!

On Friday, November 1st, I drove to my dad's, arriving a half hour before our cousins were due to be at his front door. I wanted to be sure I had everything prepared and ready before they came. I purchased a new little Sony recording device, recommended by another cousin. (Thank you Ericka for that recommendation, I love it!) I really like that it is small and unobtrusive. Previously, I asked for permission to use it when we all met, and I was given the ok. There was no way I was going to be able to take notes and keep up with dad and his "cousin's wife" when they saw each other again, and I didn't want to miss anything! 

Mom and daughter were right on time. It was so exciting seeing them walk up to the front porch, although I was a bit nervous also. It's my nature. The excitement, apprehension, anticipation, it had all built up in me. 

My dad's wife was so excited that I found a new cousin connection, she could hardly stand it! She also does genealogy and wishes she had found as many cousins as I have, but so far no such luck. We keep hoping! I explained to her that I wasn't as excited for me, but was very excited for my dad. To meet his cousin's wife again after who knows how many years. I knew the stories wouldn't stop!

They arrived. We did some introductions, gave greetings and invited them in. The first thing I asked, with the recorder running was, how long has it been since you have seen each other? That is when I found out that my dad and his cousin's wife had only met once, briefly. Really? All along I thought they knew each other fairly well. I was suddenly disappointed. All of the stories I thought I was going to hear…down the tubes in a flash. Then I remembered, there was history, people they had in common. And they were, after all, very excited to meet each other!

It was a fabulous meeting! Everyone enjoyed themselves. My father's wife made a fantastic lunch for us. A variety of sandwiches on rolls, salad, fruit and cookies. Delicious! Here you can see our cousin checking out the ancestor book I had made for my father's birthday a few years ago, while dad and N. continue to visit after lunch.

The conversation centered a lot around my grandfather, dad's dad. Grandpa had a wonderful sense of humor and I heard stories about him and his personality that were "so him!" The stories went back and forth between dad and his "cousin's wife." Below you see her listening to a story my dad is sharing.

It came to our attention that she had questions about her own mother. Dad's wife started a search to see what she could find. 

Here is a photo of my dad listening to his "cousin's wife" telling a story. I love this photo as it reminds me of a story that my dad actually shared that day about my grandfather. When my grandfather passed away he was laying in bed with his hand positioned around his face and chin, wearing a smile. 

I told my dad he does the same thing, and here is proof!

We visited for about three hours before our cousins needed to leave. "Cousin's wife" and her daughter really seemed a part of the family, they also had a great sense of humor. Before they left I wanted a couple more photos…the personalities really came out...

Dad says he felt his "cousin's wife's" arm move behind him, so he quickly moved his too, just as I was pushing the button for the photo! I made them redo the photo.

Doesn't it look like we had a great time?

I thank everyone for allowing me to share the photos here on my blog, it sure helps to tell the story, and they will make great photos in a book one day!

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Monday, November 18, 2013

"My" Swedish Adventure~Resan~Lunch in an English Pub~Post 17

Traditional English Pub

California Burritos & Tacos, in London.

An Italian Restaurant.

The Red Lion ~ Another Pub

First time I have had Jack Potatoes, pretty good too!

Where is our beer?

Nothing like a Mexican Beer at an English Pub, right? Maybe we should have gone to Tortilla!

A bit of charming, but dusty, pub decor.

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Book of Me Written By You ~ Prompt 11 ~ Military

 I am participating in Julie Goucher's activity:

This week’s prompt ~ Prompt 11 ~ Military

Did you join the military? 
Were you encouraged or discouraged?
Did a family member join the military?  
Regular or for a particular incident?
Did you or your family serve overseas in the line of service either during a war or as a posting?
Any thoughts, photographs, memories relevant?

I did not join the military. I never even gave it a thought. I knew when I was young what I wanted to do career wise in my life and actively persued that career.

There are members of my family who have been in the military however. My uncle enlisted in the Army on Feb 12, 1943, during World War ll. My father was in the Navy. I have numerous cousins who spent time in one branch or another.

I do have a few photos of family members who have served. Some photos have not been scanned yet and their military stories have not been told. Some are more recent and I would like to get permission to share before I post.

I hope to write each of my families individual military history when I have the opportunity (which really amounts to when I can find the time), and hopefully share the pictures I have of them with those posts. 

I have shared one photo on Facebook recently, and will share it here for those who may not have a Facebook Account. It is a photo of my father in the Navy. Enjoy!

This scanned photo has been cleaned up by my online Facebook friend Terri Kallio. She is very talented. It is such an improvement, I thank her so much!

Here is the scanned photo as I first shared it, taken June 2, 1952.

I am very fortunate to have both versions now!

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

"My" Swedish Adventure~Resan~Westminster Abby~Part16

Along our walk, we came upon…

Yes, the Westminster Abbey!

This is a side view as we approach it on our walk.

In the corner as we get closer to this side...

…and a bit closer yet.

Soooo much detail!

The other side,  and then...

The final view is the front of the church. Very tall wouldn't you say?

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Friday, November 15, 2013

The Book Of Me Written By You ~ Prompt 10 ~ Unexplained Memories

 I am participating in Julie Goucher's activity:

This week’s prompt ~ Prompt 10 ~ Unexplained Memories

 Do you have an unexplained memory or memories?
 Things and times you can remember, but you are not sure where they fit into your past

I don't really have any unexplained memories of anything that happened in my life that I can think of, and I have thought about it for awhile. I do however have something that is unexplained in my dreams! When I was a teenager, I had a recurring dream, but I can not say how often it would reoccur. Out of the blue every so often I would wake having had the same, simple dream.

I had this quite often for the longest time…all it was, was marching feet and legs. That is all I saw, from the knees down to the feet. I remember seeing feet with boots, like these were soldiers marching. And, it was always the same thing, only legs from the knees down with boots on the feet. And all that happened, was marching, and more marching.

I did not know anyone in the service during that time, so it was strange that I dreamt of army men marching. I have always tried to analyze my dreams and why I have dreamt what I dreamt. Usually I can understand my dreams and can relate them to something in my life. This one though has had me clueless.

Someone once mentioned to me that maybe I dreamt this because my own feet were tired and hurt. That is the best conclusion I have found, although I can't relate exactly when I dreamed this to specific times my feet may have hurt.

I did however walk to school everyday and home at that age (High School). I lived a mile from the school. I did walk to my ROP class from the bus stop and home from the bus stop also. I walked to downtown when I went to buy material to make clothes, go to the library, movies or do other shopping. I did do a lot of walking. I have never had a problem with my feet, and I was young so it is difficult for me to understand that my feet would hurt so often or that bad.

I once walked a 25 mile marathon, a fundraiser for Cystic Fibrosis, and I do not remember having that dream after that specific event, which is when I think I would shave had it!

I suppose the only way I will ever really find out what this was about is…. my dreams.

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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Book of Me Written By You ~ Prompt 9 ~ Halloween

 I am participating in Julie Goucher's activity:

This week’s prompt ~ Prompt 9 ~ is Halloween

Have you ever participated in a Halloween event?
When was it?
Where was it?
What did you dress as?
Trick or treat?

My memories of Halloween as a child 

My only real memory is probably the very last time I actually dressed up to go trick or treating which means I was probably on the older side. It seems to me that I dressed as a hippy. I think this costume idea has been used quite a bit, don't you?

I really don't have pictures or memories of Halloween which is kind of sad. I know we went trick or treating...maybe it wasn't that big of a holiday to me. I need to look around more to see if  I have any photos.

My memories of Halloween as an adult

These are closer memories, so I have a few.

I remember sewing a dress for my step-daughter for Halloween who wanted to be a bride. I sure got involved in that and went way above and beyond what it needed to be. I spent a bit of money on this costume, but I enjoyed it and I am fairly certain she loved it. 

Of course we took our girls out trick or treating until they were old enough to go with friends on their own. We needed to check their bags when they returned to make sure nothing was in there that they shouldn't have. It was sad when Halloween became a time that crazy people started putting strange things in Children's bags, things primarily laced with drugs. I never understood why people ever wanted to hurt a child.

When we were in the Harley Group, the chapter always had a hugh Halloween run. It was  our major fundraiser. One of the years I was actually an officer and really participated in the planning, set up and participation of the run. On a good year we would have 500 Harley riders show up for our run. On a rainy day we would be lucky to have 150 people.

We always had a sign in, pay funds for the run and then get coffee and donuts. Many years we led a run which would be a poker run. One of the stops was always a cemetery. After the run everyone would congregate at a place were we would have a nice barbecue lunch. In later years it was held inside at the Saddlerack in Fremont, California. As time went on the run would change, the final stop was at Pirates of Emerson. A very haunted and scary place to go through. 

Most bikers would dress up for the run. I was once a witch, another common costume, how boring. As years went on, the dress up turned into little skits performed by different chapters at the Saddlerack after the run. The chapter with the best skit won the prize, verses the best costume winning, prior to that time. 

We always had raffle prizes and the year I handled the prizes I was amazed by the wonderful gifts we gave away. The Harley store donated items, someone made a Harley quilt and people donated items like crazy. It was always a fun event and well received.

(I have been holding this post trying to find photos from one of our Halloween events, to no avail. I have to dig deeper and will add photos when I find and scan them.)

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Monday, November 11, 2013

"My" Swedish Adventure~Resan~Whitehall St.~Part15

"My" Swedish Adventure ~ Förbereda (Preparing)


"Great Scotland Yard"- City of Westminster. This is a street sign. It took me awhile to remember to look at the buildings for the street names. The street crosses Whitehall Street, the main street where we walked. The end of Great Scotland Yard (St.) used to host the police station. 

Notice the Mc Donald's sign? We stopped there because my husband wanted to taste a hamburger from the McDonald's in London. His order for a hamburger, fries and a drink was $11.00. I didn't try it at all, but he said it tasted about the same. We have tried McDonald's in Costa Rica, I didn't care for it.

This is the view approaching "Great Scotland Yard" St. You can see "The Clarence" building has been standing since 1862. Cute place. Another photo of the back of my husband, I seem to get a lot of those. ;-)

Walking down Whitehall St., there are statues in the middle of the street. This one is a close up of "The women of WWll."

Here is the full view of the statue.

A couple more photos of statues taken on Whitehall St. The first is a statue of George, the Duke of Cambridge.

Finally,  to end this post I share a photo of the statue of Major General Sir Henry Havelock.

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Friday, November 8, 2013

"My" Swedish Adventure~Resan~Parliament Building~Part14

"My" Swedish Adventure ~ Förbereda (Preparing)


I believe I have said we did a lot of walking from our hotel room. It was maybe a mile to Trafalgar Square, and less to other areas. We walked past the Parliament Building many, many times. Consequently, I took lots of photos, always thinking one may be better than another.

This is how it looked as we walked up to it. Maybe you can get an idea how tall it is.

Here, we have gotten much closer...

...and, closer yet. You can see how the angle changes the views between the photo below and the previous one.

More of a central view here.

A close up view with the statue.

A door which I photographed at the tallest part of the building when we were first approaching it. The door is very tall. Unfortunately, I do not have a photo with anything near it so you could see how enormous it is. 

Below we see a guard patrolling the premises.

Once past the building, we find this fence, which continually encloses Parliament Square.

At the corner, this is the building you see.

Then, if we angle to the left a bit, we also see the top of... 

...Big Ben!

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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Wordless Wednesday ~ Tower of London, Westminster

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Monday, November 4, 2013

"My” Great Swedish Adventure~Resan~Westminster, London~Post 13

 Links to prior posts in this series:
"Förbereda"~ Preparing
"Resan" ~ The Trip


We boarded our transportation from Heathrow Airport which would take us to our Hotel in Westminster. It was a small bus, with several others aboard. The trip to the hotel was approximately another 45 minutes of travel time. When we arrived at the Double Tree Hilton in Westminster I took a photo, we finally made it to the hotel, only 9 hours late!

Our hotel in Westminster

We checked in and quickly went to our room awaiting the arrival of the luggage. It came shortly and we settled in a bit. Within a few short minutes we were talking about our friends we were suppose to meet, wondering what they had been through considering we weren't here the whole day.

Out the window from our room. Lots of construction.

Suddenly, our room's phone rang. Hubby answered, it was our friends, Dave and Kathy! They were down in the lobby. Immediately, we went down to greet them. It was very exciting to finally see them. We all went to the bar for a drink. It turned out they had some issues also, and had just arrived themselves. We did some quick catching up and decided to head somewhere for dinner. 

We went walking until we found where we wanted to eat for dinner. We enjoyed visiting and walking that evening, and made plans to meet the following day. We had walked to Trafalger Square and decided it was the perfect place to meet the following morning. The room they were staying in was in the opposite direction of ours. It seems there are "only" 5 Hilton's in Westminster, so they ended up with a room by the wrong Hilton. Not a problem, it all worked!

Here are a few statues I took photos of along the way to Trafalger Square.


Nelson Mandela

Oliver Cromwell

25 April 1599 – 3 September 1658

To learn more about Oliver Cromwell, if interested, check out this link from Wikipedia, where I obtained the above information.

(Apologies for tiny print, and above link not absorbed in the word Wikipedia. I am having an issue highlighting in this post all of a sudden...hope to have that corrected by next post!)

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