Like branches on a tree,
our lives may grow in different
directions yet our roots remain as one.
If you are the type that when you see strong families together you feel a pang of jealousy, you need to know that strong families are made, they don’t just happen. I know it is a lot of hard work. Over Labor Day weekend, we were traveling as a family in Southern Utah. In the small town where we were staying with friends, we passed a cabin several times that must have been having a family reunion. There were tents set up all over the side yard, cars from heck to breakfast, and people everywhere. One time we passed the cabin they were all out behind the cabin having a big water fight. I mean everyone, young children, adults, even some folks with gray hair had buckets with water. Everyone was wearing the “red” shirt, I assumed was the uniform for this reunion. I looked on with a big smile on my face, wishing I could put together a shin dig like that. One thing I do know is that if you want to be a strong family, you find what works for your family. We don’t have a cabin. I’m not sure if we would still like each other if we spent 3 days together, but I do know that we can get together for about 2 hours every other Sunday. We have dinner together and celebrate birthdays. I have a great family and even if we can’t have the big reunion with the matching shirts, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. The roots are deep and the tree is strong in this family. Make an effort to get together or plan something that will make your family stronger than ever. Happy Family History Friday! Love, Joy
-WE WILL NEVER FORGET-
Picture taken of a picture at Ground Zero,
peeking through the clouds.
Ground Zero: June 2007
It was very humbling and my heart was filled with sadness to be
there. So many wonderful people and families lives changed that day.
All of us were changed that day.
God Bless America! Land that I love!
Most people have special things that they have accumulated in their lives. They’re usually calledfamily heirlooms. My parents and their parents are no exception. One thing that my parents did that I will always be grateful for, is this; they divided almost all the heirlooms up about six years ago. After moving from an almost 4500 square foot home to a two bedroom apartment, they didn’t have room for all the stuff, and felt like it was a great time to share with their children, all six of us. Dad opened up the garage and let all my brothers and my husband take a turn picking a tool to keep, till all the tools were gone. Mom, gave us our choice of what we wanted. If I wanted something the most, and no one else cared as much about that item as I did, it was mine. There were things that I wanted, that were not on the top of my list, but they were on the top of one of my brothers list, it became theirs. And guess what? I’m OK with it. Some things, like special pieces, my parents chose who they wanted it to go to. When they’re standing in front of all of you, telling you who they want it to go to, there most definitely won’t be a quarrel. I have heard of families becoming enemies over “things”. My parents are still living six years later, and if you were to talk to them about it, they would say how much they have enjoyed watching us enjoying our heirlooms. If you think of “the grand scheme”, things are not the most important anyway. We can’t take them with us, and they can be lost in the blink of an eye, but the bond of family and the love will last forever, if nurtured. I love my family. Happy Family History Friday! Love, Joy
-Five Faves-on the 5th
1-64 Crayola Crayons With the built in sharpener 🙂
2-Puffins –their babies are called “Pufflings” (can you stand it!!)
3-trinkets from yesteryear and ancestors
4-a really good self help book (we can all improve)
5-clean sheets after a hot shower.
One of my ancestors was named Mary Sayer, or at least that was her Christian name. Her Ojibwe name was Shagonaushequay.
The Ojibwe are a Native American tribe that lived, at the time she was born, near the Great Lakes area. Her mother was a full blood Ojibwe named Bwanequay. Her father, John Sayer, was a fur trader from England. It wasn’t uncommon for the fur traders to marry a native woman. First, the native women made great companions. Second, it was helpful in the fur trade, because they could communicate with the trappers, most of which were Ojibwe in that area. Shagonaushequay was married to a man named John H. Fairbanks, also an Englishman. He is a descendant of the Fairbanks who settled in Boston area of Massachusetts, back in the 1600’s. My mom and dad were trying to find the birth and death date for Mary or Shagonaushequay. They weren’t even sure where she was buried. They knew she and her husband lived in a small comminuty called Crow Wing, and they looked in the local archives for any histories of Crow Wing and found a history called “Old Crow Wing”. As they looked through the papers they found some pictures. One of the pictures was an old headstone with the name Mary Sayer written on it. They were able to get her birthday and date of death off the picture. They also found out that she was buried with a daughter. They both died at the same time from TB or something. They had already visited Crow Wing and this head stone was no longer at Crow Wing. We felt like it was a miracle that they found this picture of the head stone that no longer exists. Pictures can be helpful even when we can’t find the information at the location. Happy Family History Friday!