Vivre: What a week… what a week and it’s only Thursday.

I spent the morning standing high upon my soapbox, shouting all the atrocities I felt the City Commissioners had inflected on the good peoples of Middletucky aka the City of Middletown, then I realized it was all for naught. I know I’m a Germantonian but I do business in Middletown. I have lived there in the past and owned property so I think this gives me a vested interest.

We can spend hours complaining about something, but honestly it will not change anything. Until we climb down off our soapboxes and take back what is ours, nothing will ever change. We see people suffering, and do nothing. Not because we feel they’re unworthy, but simply because we feel they won’t let us. So we don’t try. Each one has a responsibility to the other to see that they’re not taken advantage of. If the “powers that be” can sleep at night, then so be it. If you’re not happy, on the next Election Day, kick them all out and start with fresh faces and new ideas. People with some backbone and a little drive to see the future, and can see that we still have one. Remember its still, “We the people.”

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Yesterday, I was thinking about my ancestors while watching a little movie called Mulan with my granddaughter. The movie is a cartoon about a young girl whose family is concerned that she won’t make much of her life (as most parents are) so they call upon their ancestors to help see her through. She then goes on to save, not only her father, but her Emperor and her country. One girl against her world, fighting customs and age old traditions in her family and country, then I had to laugh, I thought to myself, you know this is a parable for what we, as women, do today. If only, we could call upon our ancestors (not that I believe we can do that) whenever we feel like it is us against the world, fighting to save our families, businesses, towns, our country, and ourselves from whatever evil we perceive, a threat. One woman can make a difference in the lives of so many. I have 30K+ ancestors on my family tree which is an army by anyone’s standards, no telling what I could conquer if I put their principles, knowledge, spirituality and meaning they had in their lives and applied it to my own. Mercy… look out world because I have the makings of a Ming Dynasty or a William V Dynasty! Boggles the mind doesn’t it.

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“Mithaology” not a phrase I have coined myself, but do love the terminology. It gives meaning to a person whose life may have never come to light and she is still top priority for this family genealogist “to do list.” She is one woman that truly has made a difference. Shrouded in a cloud of mystery Mitha continues to bring about much debate in the “Adkins Family History” class and descendants, causing us to probe further into the archives to find every last detail we can about her life and family. I do hope which ever way it turns out she will be given her place in history and the honor she deserves as presumably, the love of one of our forefathers, LIFE. And, for this alone she is worthy of my fullest acknowledgment and gratitude. “God rest her soul.”

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Kiley Francis, our 9.5 year old Jack Russell/Shih Tzu mix is still MIA. She is white & black with her tail still on (we didn’t get it docked), gone now for almost 6 weeks and sorely missed. Her reward is still intact but not a word what may have come of her. I think the coyotes got her – don’t tell my hubby, he freaks out every time I mention it. They caught 45 coyotes locally and 43 of which, their stomachs contained cats but they will still eat a small dog, if they get the chance. I can’t rule it out.

We had an injured raccoon, eating a peanut butter Rice Krispy treat, last week in our side yard with 15 or 20 of us standing less than 5 feet away. He didn’t seem to mind us at all. So we told the kids to steer clear. One raccoon was in our trash can yesterday; hopefully the trash man let him out… everything can’t be my job. I do put the cat food in the garage at night to discourage them, but the raccoon babies still check my porch for goodies. A small hummingbird just flew at my window; I guess they want to remind me to refill my bird feeders. I tell you what; “It’s Wild Out There!”

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I’m still looking forward to Saturday Night Out this weekend. I was thrilled when they decided to continue on this year, after the chairperson decided she didn’t want to do it again, this year; we need to patronize the events to insure it will continue for many years to come. Our tiny town needs all the activities we can muster up. Hope to see you there.

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Sorry Pink/Red Hatters I haven’t forgotten you, I’ve been so busy with my LIFE and research that I haven’t had a chance to make a meeting in a very long time. I do enjoy a good meal and gaggle with great friends so I hope to see you soon. Call me for coffee… I’m always up for Kathy’s Kitchen or Miss Molly’s.

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Garden Club will be going to Indiana to an herb farm on the 24th. We’ll Carpool from the Depot. That’s my oldest grandson’s Craigie’s B-day (as well as Tammy’s) but we should get back in plenty of time for the party. His party at the bowling alley, I guess, instead of here. We have had, back to back, parties here since the 1st week of June and I for one love it! Busy – Busy.

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Anthony’s trip to the doctor yesterday, was just as I had suspected, STRESS! Too many irons in the fire. So Joe upped his Rx’s to Nexium. He needs a VACATION! Oh wait, that’s my line. lol

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I was told that the Adkins ladies had their fudge party again last year and I was not invited. I have to admit I’m not all that surprised but I do hope you’ll remember to invite me this year. Was that too forward?

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I didn’t want to end this vivre without sharing a heartfelt note of thanks for all of your support and help on all our family history and research, no matter which branch of the tree you’re swinging off of. I do appreciate each and every one, the comments and the time you have afforded me. I hope to continue my research for many years to come, hand in hand, with your help we’ll continue unlock the mysteries of our past.

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Never hesitate to hold out your hand; never hesitate to accept the outstretched hand of another. ~ Pope John XXIII

a. Buy according to a budget plan. Avoid buying on impulse. Keep a list of items that need to be replaced, working them into the budget and looking for good buys. Consider catalog sales.
b. Buy wisely at out-of-season sales such as white sales, end-of-season clothing sales.
c. Read labels, consider fabric content and care.
d. Keep out-grown and out-of-style clothing sorted out of drawers and closets. It is hard to see what needs to be purchased when you cannot see at a glance what still is being worn.

There is only one you… don’t you dare change just because you’re out numbered. ~ Charles Swindoll

Your ancestor was born in 1885 and you are trying to determine the names of his parents. Which census would be the best one with which to start?

A) 1880
B) 1890
C) 1900
D) 1910

Because there are no 1890 census records; they were all destroyed.

How many great-great-great-great-grandparents do you have?

A) 81
B) 72
C) 64
D) 121

The next time you are feeling rather unimportant, try an arithmetic trick based on the indisputable fact that it took two people—your parents—to get you here. Each of your parents has two parents, so in the generation just prior to the generation of your father and mother, there were four people whose pairing contributed to your existence.

You are the product of 8 great-grandparents, 16 great-great-grandparents, 32 great-great-great grandparents, etc. Continue multiplying the number by 2. If you figure an average of about 25 years between each generation, you will discover that only 500 years ago there were 1,048,576 people on this planet beginning the production of YOU!

If you could see your ancestors,
All standing in a row,
Would you be proud of them,
Or don’t you really know?
Some strange discoveries are made
In climbing family trees;
And some of them, you know,
Do not particularly please.
If you could see your ancestors,
All standing in a row,
There might be some of them, perhaps,
You wouldn’t care to know.
But there’s another question
Which requires a different view …
If you could “meet” your ancestors,
Would they be proud of you?

Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family.  Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted.  ~Paul Pearshall

it’s becoming acquainted with your family members you have never met.

Take a moment and share a quick story of an ancestor.

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Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family.  Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.  ~Jane Howard

Genealogy is my pastime; I shall not stray.
It maketh me to lie down and examine half-buried tombstones;
It restoreth my ancestral knowledge…It leadeth me into the
paths of census records and ship passenger lists for my Surnames’ sake….
Yea, though I wade through the shadows of research libraries
And microfilm readers, I shall fear no discouragement,
for a strong urge is with me.
Curiosity and motivation, they comfort me.
It demandeth preparation of storage space;
For the acquisition of countless documents.
It annointest my head with burning midnight oils,
My family group sheets runneth over.
Surely, birth, marriage and death record dates shall follow me
All the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the
House of the Family History Center forever…”

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Old Genealogists never die – they just lose their Census.