Friday, June 12, 2015

Family History

I've been so busy these past few months with work and home renovations that I actually do Genealogy research to relax. I know that sounds crazy, but I love digging on the Internet and to add to the family tree.Some of my latest discoveries are shared here.
I knew of one of my late-husband's ancestors who had fought in the Civil War, but didn't know that we also had two volunteer nurses. Rebecca Lemmon Oleson served from 1862-1865 in Nashville and Chattanooga (100 miles from where I live). She filed for a pension in April 1893 in California. She lived to be 91 and died in 1916. I think it is neat when you can connect history with real-life ancestors. 

Her sister-in-law, who I have written about before, Sarah Plummer Lemmon, also served as a volunteer nurse. Here is an article on her.

                             John Gill Lemmon, an ancestor on my late husband's side.
                                             He was a Union soldier in the Civil War.

Here is his obituary card.

This is my late husband's great grandmother and four of her children. I had never seen a picture of her before. I don't know the date, but her husband remarried in 1903, so this picture was taken before then. She was a handsome woman. She had six children.

This soldier fought for the Confederacy. He is the (5 generations) grandfather on my brother-in-law's family tree in Arkansas. He fought alongside two of his brothers and served for one year in the Confederacy, opting not to reenlist after his year was up.

Saturday, June 6, 2015


This picture by British artist Harold Harvey makes me smile.

Monday, June 1, 2015


My favorite word is "Grace". When my grandchildren get in trouble I tell my daughters to give them some grace. "Not everything is a punishable offense," is my opinion. "You have to pick and choose your battles" is another. When people are annoying or getting on my last nerve I try to give them grace. Like the lady that I waited on this past Saturday who was angry because of waiting for an hour to see a representative. I was the fortunate one to be the recipient of her anger. I let her talk and simply said "I'm sorry that you had to wait so long." I didn't make was what it was. Sometimes you have to wait and there's no getting around it. After a few minutes she calmed down. We often make situations worse by telling others what they should feel and that's not our place. The flip side is that we make it about ourselves and it's not. Calm down. Take a deep breath. And sprinkle grace abundantly. I would want others to do the same for me. Have a blessed day!

Sunday, May 31, 2015


May has been about friendship. Friends are like a bouquet of flowers. 
And as I get older and I realize how precious time is,
I appreciate my friendships even more.

 I heard from an old friend in her typical bold handwriting, several pages of stationary numbered in the upper right hand corner and signed "Best Friends Forever!"
Just like when we were teen-agers. I've known her since we were 13.

This month I also found an old friend.

She is still married to her high school sweetheart. It's hard to believe it's been 40 years!

Sadly, I said good-bye to a sweet friend who lost her battle to cancer.

                              I had some laughs and a good time with some friends from work.


                                         I called another dear friend who is recovering from surgery.

   And today I will meet a friend for lunch to 
celebrate her birthday.

                                Friends are truly a bouquet of flowers, each one a blessing.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

A Joyful Heart

Spring has been a busy season. I have had some remodeling done at my house, but have found time to relax and do the things that rejuvenate my spirit, like going to the park with my grandchildren...

...and having a tea party...

...I love my yellow knock out rose bush!

..a remodeled turned out great

..Memorial Day cookout with family..

                                      Some of my pillowcase dresses that sold at my tea party.

In the Shadows of the Past

On our trip through middle Tennessee we stopped in the town where my family lived in 1966-1967 when my father was sent to Vietnam. I was 10 years old that year and the oldest of five children. My baby sister was born during my father's tour of duty. We lived in a tiny two-bedroom house within walking distance of this Civil War mansion. As a child I played on these grounds and waded in the nearby creek. It was a working plantation prior to the Civil War and was going to be torn down when the city decided to restore it in the 1960's, the time that we lived here. My grandparents lived on the same street several blocks away in a ramshackle old Victorian house with high ceilings and creaky floors. My brother and I would walk for miles from our little corner of the universe, never realizing all the history that was right in our back yard. The poor black neighborhoods that I remember as a child are gone, replaced by housing projects. How many of their ancestors worked the cotton fields of the plantation? We will never know. My grandparent's house and many others on the street have been restored to their original grandeur. Old is new again. There are stories on these grounds that have never been told.  

Country Roads

Driving through middle Tennessee is usually such a scenic drive. On this particular day storm clouds followed us on our drive, so I had to delete most of my pictures.