Trials and Tribulations Creating an eCard . . . Five Hours Later

For my Niece-in-Law’s birthday, I wanted to create an eCard and post on Facebook, a task that normally takes a few minutes.  As usual, a host of household duties awaited me.  Family love and priorities put the card at the top of today’s to-do list.  Easy, right? Creating an video with music ecard in Hallmark Studio software and posting on Facebook requires a process.  1)  Create the card.  2) Change, personalize, and add text. 3) Insert Clip Art.  4) Add music, usually birthday ditties that I downloaded from a paid music site and edited. 5) Save the card.  6) Covert the .AVI format to .MP3 to compress file size.  7)  Load the eCard in the individual’s Facebook page.  For me, the card is posted within 10 minutes. Wait!  I have a new laptop!  Needing a software program to convert the video .AVI to .MP3, I searched for the best rated.  Several sites recommended WONDERSHARE, which I purchased and downloaded.  When the video…

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Knockers – Obsolete Occupation of Yore

Each week the New England Historic Genealogical Society surveys readers about their ancestors.  Last week the topic pertained to obsolete occupations.  Back in the 16th and 17th centuries, my West Yorkshire, England male Wood family members engaged in weaving wool, usually in the loft room.  Yes, he men did the weaving!  Once arriving in 1635 in New England, land speculation and cattle became more lucrative. Jeff Martin from Maine wrote: "My ancestor George Whittaker was listed as a 'knocker up' in the 1861 Manchester, UK, census.  For a small fee, the 'knocker-ups' woke people up by poking them through the bedroom window with a long pole or rapping on the window with a peashooter." Perhaps parents with children who like to sleep in need the long pole and peashooter in the house

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My Introduction to Prejudice

The current race riots, polarized politics, and ethnic prejudices sadden and sickens me, especially because I often experienced the piercing condemning looks and horrific comments as a cripple. The current racial and ethnic prejudices sadden and sickens me.  I have an inkling of what ,and ethnic As a child growing up on a dairy farm in Pewamo, Michigan,  my introduction to prejudice began with droplets and then became a roaring gush after I moved to Grand Rapids, during the Race Riots of 1967.   Often I remark that being raised in the almost all white Catholic German community nurtured and protected me as a child.  Born in June 1949, the poliovirus struck in December 1949, partially paralyzing my right leg and leaving me with a very noticeable limp.   No one noticeably stared at me or made fun of my limp because I was either related to almost everyone I met or they were friends or neighbors.  Conversely, each person had a quirk or…

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From a Lovely Dinner to Declared a ‘Loser’ by Lively Twins

After enjoying a delicious meal at O'Toole's Public House in Grand Rapids, I went swimming at the downtown YMCA.  For whatever reason, children are attracted to me.  This evening, 7-year-old twin girls asked me to watch as they each performed hand stands in the water.   Applauding each girl, the more outgoing twin, Caroline, asked me if I could do a handstand.  "No, I am an old woman.  How old do you think I am," I asked. She answered without hestitation, "200 years old!"  I immediately responded, "You guessed correctly!" Then Caroline began jumping from one foot to the other with a letter 'L' formed by her right hand and shouting something I couldn't understand. When I asked her to repeat herself, twin Angela joined the dance and shouted the same word.  Still puzzled, I asked them to spell the word.  L - O - S - E - R! "Why am I a loser?"  I asked. The girls responded, "Because you can't…

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PERSONAL VISIT AND LAUGHTER — THE BEST MEDICINE

"It's a Girl" with Kathy and Kathryn

The best medicine when in the hospital, rehabilitation center, or at home after a surgery or illness is a personal visit and laughter

 

In our family, crazy relatives supplied the medicine.  Everyone needs crazy relatives to bring laughter to our lives.  Nephew Bruce, my eldest sister Pat’s son, and his daughter, Kathryn, embody the laughter spirit. 

Bruce sent “It’s a Girl” flower bouquet with a stuffed animal to my other sister, Kathy, after she broke her hip while trying to sit on an office chair on wheels that rolled away, without her consent.  Bam!  On the hard basement floor she fell, breaking her hip bone.  A year ago Kathy broke her right shinbone!  Is this a yearly happening?    Back to Muskegon Mercy Hospital for another pin surgery by the same doctor!  

Nephew Bruce won the North Carolina “Groan Joke Award” and a carefully chosen gift must commerate Kathy’s second break!  GROAN!  So of course his daughter, Kathryn—who now works in the Kalamazoo, Michigan area—proudly showcased the gift and declared it most appropriate when she personally visited.  GROAN!  

We all laughed!

And that is the second best gift you can give someone experiencing a challenge — Laughter.  

The first gift is to visit the person.  Not a text, tweet, Facebook, or even a phone call.  Go see the person in person and make them laugh.  Personal visit and laughter — the best medicines!  

So when the younger generation brags about posting something on social media, we should ask the person, “Have you recently visited someone who experiences an illness or injury?”   

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FINDING GLADYS – Chapter 8 – House of All Nations

RECAP:  Gladys Lacey appeared in a 1918 Wood family wedding portrait sitting in front of my great-grandmother.  For the last five years, I researched how she came to live in an all-white village in eastern Ionia County.  Please read earlier chapters if needed.

On August 27, 1910, Gus and Viola Lacey lived in a boarding house at 65 Ellsworth Ave., just west of Union Station. Gus worked as a laborer in a shop, according to the 1910 Grand Rapids Federal Census.  Gus stated he was a “Tailor” and self-employed.  The couple had three children living with them—Gladys, aged 7; Morris, aged 4; and Arabella, aged 2. 

The 1910 Grand Rapids City Directory, listed an “Augustus Lacey” living at 196 Market Ave. and he worked as a “laborer”.  Probably,  Gus exaggerated his occupation as tailor.  About 1,362 people worked in the Grand Rapids clothing industry that year, representing 8% of the city’s 17,590 workers.  Tailors and dressmakers were at the top of the pay scale, but these jobs were for whites only, while blacks worked in the lowest paying jobs, such as stock delivery or warehouse laborer.   These low wages would support a family of five. (more…)Facebooktwitterlinkedinby feather

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