Great, crashing waves of baby lust.
Will I ever be someone's ancestor?
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
My post from last Pioneer Day has led to some...um...interesting developments in my life and family history. What can I say? It's sorta fun to be descended from Important People. But to be honest, I've only become attached to my paternal heritage in recent years -- the stories I grew up on were from my mom's side. The side made up of lowly folk no one's ever heard of.
My maternal-paternal great-grandfather didn't walk across the plains; he converted to the LDS church well after the railroads had been built and he came to Utah in relative ease. And yet I consider him one of the great pioneers of my family, leaving his beloved but unbelieving family behind in England and raising in the Utah desert a his-hers-and-theirs blended family of 15 children so lovingly that they took offense if I ever referred to them as "step-siblings." He was jolly, known for the lovely singing voice that won him the lead role in The Mikado (see photo) at the local college though he had just a second-grade education. He was a self-taught mechanic, adapting to the industrialization that ultimately landed his stocking-weaver parents in the almshouse until their deaths.
Years ago I decided to transcribe the letters his mother sent him from England (the picture below shows her standing outside the almshouse where she lived). We only get her half of the conversation, but in it is a clear reflection of his pain at the death of his first wife and the sorrow of separation from his home. I don't think Pioneer Day should be about flogging ourselves for the pains of those who came before. It's not a celebration of asceticism, but of love -- for faith, for ideas, for children, for the future. Yet how can his choice have always seemed good as he looked back at his poor, sad family? They are together now, and I hope they see me here tonight.*
Posted by Marie at 8:38 PM
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The performance of the wisteria vine I was scoping out for Wisteria Watch was, um, less than spectacular this year (see sidebar). That's why I was dragging the ol' feet. I watch for it to bloom every year, but this was a lousy year. Maybe it's depressed -- I dunno. Maybe its girl took its dog and ran off to Nashville in its pickup.
But to compensate you patient wisteria waiters, here are some slightly better ones I found 'round town. (No extra charge, because I love you.)
Posted by Marie at 9:18 PM