18 March 2018

Happy Day After St. Patrick's Day!

Here's a photo of my great-great-great-grandfather, John Barron (the young fellow with the mutton chops).  He was born in 1831 in Wexford, Ireland, and immigrated to the US in 1849.  Shown below his photo are his immigration papers in which he renounces all allegiance to Queen Victoria.

09 March 2018

Review: The Prayer Bible

"The Lord spoke his word to me.  He said:  'Human being, speak to the elders of Israel.'" - Ezekiel 20:3, International Children's Bible translation.

The Prayer Bible from Tommy Nelson is a nicely-designed book with a positively gorgeous royal blue and gold cover.  It comes with a little prayer journal and it contains cute prayers and notes for the younger set.  It's easy to understand and to read.  There are words bolded throughout with definitions for words like synagogue or the various Jewish feasts and so on that children mightn't know.

But there are some major problems with this book insofaras it's being presented as the Bible.  Mind you, I haven't read this entire version of the Bible, but I did spend a fair bit of time reading through various passages.  It's pretty problematic in its wording and nowhere near so strong as the King James Version in denouncing various sexual practices and so on.  If one isn't reading carefully and/ or knows what the Bible says to begin with, many things will be missed. 

This is an introduction to the Bible I would avoid.  It may be an excellent companion resource for a person who is strong in the faith but has reading or vocabulary difficulties.  But that's about it.

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26 February 2018


 I've been neglecting my blog for a bit and doing about 50 different things (none of them too very well, but I'm busy nonetheless).  I've finally found something for Rose's hair when she skates.  She's supposed to have her hair up but she has a bunch of sensory issues and she sure doesn't like ponytails or buns.  But this handy item from the Hair Jeweler *really* works and I hear no complaints from the kid about it.  Eventually (after a few hours) it does fall out or start to bother her scalp a little, but this is the best solution going by about a million miles.  I actually bought the Mommy-Daughter set and she has more hair so she's the mommy.

Here's one of the smaller sizes.  I have to fluff up my hair a bit and use a ponytail to keep the pins in. 

I've also lengthened this skating dress by cutting off the sleeves and adding a panel up under the skirt where it won't be noticed.  Rose and Woodjie have outgrown the $200 skating outfits I bought new in September.  Oh well.  Doing it cheaper by making it all myself this time. 

Something interesting happened to D today.  He was travelling on the highway and minding his own business when some guy on a yellow ATV nearly hit him head-on going the wrong way.  He said it was quite the chase and maybe it would be in the news?

Yep.  But D never noticed the guy was naked.  I guess when you are in fear for your life because of oncoming traffic and whatnot you don't bother to look at what sort of pants the other driver is wearing.  Or not wearing.

31 January 2018

My Revolutionary War Ancestors

These are my great-great-great-great-great-grandparents, Benjamin Shepard Burgess and Rebecca Chapin.  Their fathers, Lt. Joseph Burgess and Pvt. Levi Chapin, fought in the Revolutionary War.  No photos of them, though (sorry).

Right now I am trying to get my genealogy stuff together so I can join the Daughters of the American Revolution eventually.  It will probably take some time to figure out how to document everything to their satisfaction.

In this photo, I took information out about me (note #1), my parents (2), my grandparents (3) and my great-grandparents (4) so you're left looking at little notes about generations 5 through 9.  I find it very interesting to piece together bits of the family history through records and such.

There might be an easier way, though, as apparently on my dad's side of the tree, people live to be about 99.9999 years old, so we'd only have to jump back five generations total to find our patriot.  If his recorded baptism date is anywhere close to his birthdate, this poor baby was 12 years old when he fought in the war.  Twelve.  My husband said well, it's not like they got to sit around and play video games back then.  Times were tough.

17 January 2018

Tall People Problems

My shoes are the purple ones on top.  Woodjie's boots are in the middle and Emperor's new boots are (sort of) in the bin on the bottom.

Emperor is 16 now and he has his permit.  You would THINK that a minivan is not a little car, and therefore just about anyone not starring in "My 600 Pound Life" should be able to squeeze in and go, right? 


No matter how we adjust the seat or torque the steering column up and down, my child looks like he is giving birth to the steering wheel.  I know the smartie engineers over at Chevy were so busy building cars that don't explode and maybe even last a while (my Chevy is 16 years old!) that they forgot to account for the dimensions of actual people who are over five feet tall.

Poor Emperor.  Now he has to duck to go down the stairs.  He is only 6ft 6, but he is still growing and it's actually getting to be a bit of a problem because I now realise most things are just too little, including some doorways.

Even our furniture is all totally and absolutely wrong.  When he's at the table trying to eat, Emperor's face is so far above his plate that everything will slop on the way to his mouth.  So he slouches wayyy down to try to minimise this.  I'm not sure he's even aware he's doing it.

I am working with a woodworker on Etsy to make a cherry wood place setting for him so he can eat at the table like a normal human being.  I don't want a flimsy short "breakfast tray."  I want something beautiful and made just for him to my specifications (note the highly detailed concept drawing I sent that poor woodworker).  I cannot wait to see what it looks like when it is done.  It will be a while.

I am hoping that this custom piece will help solve the terrible backaches he's been getting, trying to live in a little people world.  Above are some of the exercises he has to do and hopefully they help a little.  Otherwise, it's back to the doctor and maybe physical therapy.

One last pet peeve and I'll open the floor for comments (and ideas, please!).  Who on earth decided that "tall" is between 6ft 1 and 6ft 3?  That's the height range Eddie Bauer clothes will fit, and they're one of the better manufacturers I've found so far.  I positively love love love the bargain we got on their boots (it is not easy getting a men's size 14 at this price!) but it seems the best I can do at the moment is to buy the "tall" products in this catalogue and let the kid look like a white Urkel.  I found a few "specialty" shops about on the internet but at $160 to $200 for a sweatshirt, it's not happening any time soon.

16 January 2018

My Great-Great Grandmother

This is my great-great grandmother, Catherine Cavanaugh.  She was born in 1860 and this photo (which I have digitally filtered from the original, which has yellowed) was taken in 1865.  Isn't she cute?  Both of her parents were born in Ireland, so for this little branch of my family tree, she is the first to be American from birth.

09 January 2018

The Stupidest Company on the Planet

Ahhh, foreigners.  Recently Swedish company H&M's ad featured a little black boy wearing a "Coolest Monkey in the Jungle" sweatshirt.  These people just didn't think about things that might be racially sensitive from an American perspective.  Lemme give you a little clue: there might be a reason for that.

When I lived in Australia, do you know how many people of African descent I met and chatted with in my almost three years of living there?  Zero.  None.  So hearing tales of the "Krispy Kreme Klub" (KKK for short!) popping up in Europe hardly surprised me.  People in charge of marketing probably didn't think about racial-anything any more than than they'd think of the Crispy Creme Club (CCC for short!) being a problem.  It was perhaps insensitive, but I can't say they had it out for anyone.

I will say this, though:   if you're from elsewhere and decide to advertise here in America?  What the heck?  Please get a few Americans who have lived in this country for their entire lives to peek over your content before publishing. It would be a great idea.