Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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Sunday, February 16, 2014
My parents do not believe in divorce. I often wonder how they came into having that strong belief.
The next ancestor I will explore is my Dad's Mother, as she and my Grandpa did "divorce".
Many years ago I spoke to my Mom about the condition of my marriage. She reacted by saying "he is your husband; you obey him. You do what he says."
Obey - what a word - verb transitive (13c) 1 : to follow the commands or guidance of 2 : to conform or comply with <~ an order><falling objects ~ the laws of physics> verb intransitive : to behave obediently - obey•er northern, noun - thank you Merriam Webster for a working definition.
We train dogs to obey their masters or owners. When I was a child, I was raised that children obey their parents. To question an adult was akin to disrespecting. When I dared to question, "because I said so' was the most common reaction.
I married my husband when I was 22 years old. I consciously chose not to recite those words - to obey.
My Dad's Mother fascinates me. No one spoke of her. She was shunned by her family. She was buried in an unmarked grave.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Another one of my favorite ancestors is my Aunt Eleanor. She is my Mom's older sister.
One of the reasons I loved her so much is captured in this photograph.
She really took some good pictures. I remember my Mom saying that she did not like taking photos because she cut everyone's head off. Not so with Auntie Eleanor. And not only did she take great photos, she wrote what she believed to be the pertinent information on the back of each photo.
Nowadays, there are information fields computers use to prompt you to remember what was important about the photos you save. Before computers, Auntie Eleanor already knew what was important to document about a photo. Each time I fill out these photo fields, I think of her. She did it better than anyone I else I know.
I love the first photo of my brother and me with Aunt Eleanor at Christmastime. I have perfect memories of going to the house she shared with her parents, and Santa Claus delivering our presents.
Santa Claus was such an important part of our Christmas. We'd be at Aunt Eleanor's house, and then all of a sudden it sounded like reindeer were on the roof. Then heavy footsteps on the back porch. Aunt Eleanor explained that Santa knew there was no chimney, so he probably left our gifts on the back porch.
We'd run to the back of the house with such excitement, and there would be a huge bag of gifts for us!