Three Generations Away

Tuesday, June 4, 2013 - Prompt:Go back three generations and tell us about where your family lived. ...more

My Third Great Grandfather Warren McKinney's Slave Narrative

My third great grandfather Warren McKinney (1859-1938) participated in the Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves. The interviews took place between 1936-1938 and were conducted by the Federal Writers' Project of the Works Progress Administration for the State of Arkansas. These records are in the Library of Congress. My great, great, great father's interview was took place in Hazen, Arkansas. He was 85 at the time. He died in 1938 so finding this has been an invaluable treasure for my family. I was shocked that we found this....more
This is a blessing for you. I have looked hoping that I would find one of my relatives words ...more

Halloween Needs More Death

As Halloween approaches, it brings a tide of childhood memories: handmade princess costumes, the joy of free candy, the rule among my peers to hold our breath when passing a cemetery so we wouldn't ‘catch’ death. As children, it seemed that simple not to die, and secular America hasn't outgrown that belief. But by ignoring and hiding death, we remain helpless against our fundamental fear of it. Through my practice of mindfulness meditation I have discovered just how fearful and resistant I am to the concept of death as I develop a mindful approach to facing it. ...more
Yes, yes, yes!more

Ancestors Gotta Eat!

http://ancestorsgottaeat.blogspot.com/ Who doesn't love to eat? I love to cook, collect cookbooks and old recipes, and delve into genealogy and the garden dirt as well. I also love to travel and spend time with my family, friends and my dogs. Sounds like a jillion other blogs? Maybe so, but I have been pondering what to do with the wonderful old family recipe boxes I have received, and I decided to share them by scanning in the handwritten cards and blog with them!...more

Piercing My Nose. Or Not.

This was going to be a story of feminism and self-ownership: The search for my nose began as a child. Mine was round and very unlike my mother's regal Roman nose. My birth father was long gone, but old photographs bore evidence of a nose bent and flattened from repeated breaking, a hazard of soccer and Spanish blood run hot. My nose did not have the narrow British look of my grandmother's nor the prominent Italian bulge of my grandfather's. It had no match, no ancestry, no belonging. ...more

You're right-- I can. But I won't. :)more

A New Year, A New Day, A New Perspective

Monday, January 03, 2011 A New Year, A New Day, A New Perspective It is a new year, new week...more