Who do you think you are?

Friday night we watched a TV program on NBC "Who Do You Think You Are?" and found it most interesting. Both Jim and I like geneaology and have done a lot of research, especially Jim.

We had fun watching as Sarah Jessica Parker located her ancestors and learned that one was part of the Salem Witch trials. Someone had reported that she was involved with two others in practicing witchcraft in Salem, Mass. Her great grandfather left his family in Ohio and went west in 1848 as part of the gold rush crowd. They never saw him again as he died young, working as a miner searching for gold. They had a lot of photos and you could see certain family traits passed from generation to generation.

This is also true in our families. My Smith ancestors from NC and PA were Quakers. My Papa Smith was a very devout Methodist and shunned material things. I don't remember that he ever owned a car; travelling by horse and wagon when I was young. His daily family devotions were long and I would usually fall asleep while he was reading the Bible. Looking back I can see how his Quaker ancestory was reflected in his daily living. I've heard reference to the large Smith nose all my life. In fact, I inherited this trait.


Our oldest son looks so much like Papa Smith and Papa's father, William Cole Smith. He gets his height from them also. The older photo is my great grandfather William Cole Smith, and his son is O.C. Smith, my grandfather.

March came in like a lion!

When will spring ever get here, I wondered, as I put more firewood on the fire tonight. Today was a dark, windy, very cold day and misting rain all morning. I struggled to get things done that I had been putting off for awhile. Not every exciting, huh?

I went to the gym this morning and worked out on the weight machines for 30 minutes (trying to make my stomach smaller) and then walked on the treadmill for 30 min. without holding onto the rail. Nobody was there and I turned the TV on to keep me company.

I am learning to use Skype on my computer to talk to family members. It's so much fun to see who you are talking to. Our son called around 7 pm from SC. It's a different experience - to be looking at the person you are talking to. There's so much about high technology that I can't understand. For instance I've had my current cell phone for about 4 years and just yesterday discovered you can use it to take pictures!! And I still haven't learned to go back and get voice mail. My brain short circuits when I start trying to learn new technology.

For instance I am still trying to learn how to turn on (the sequence of pushing buttons) our new HD TV. To add to the complications, you also have a sound bar to operate. But during the olympics I think I learned how to turn the tv on and off. Oh, you don't just push one button to turn it off! I really enjoyed watching the olympics in HD and surround sound. It was like being right there. You could almost feel the bumps as the skiis were gliding over the hard snow and ice.

Today, to make the dull day a little brighter and cheerful, I made strawberry shortcake for lunch. Found good ripe strawberries at the market yesterday and sliced them and piled them over angel food cake covered with whipped cream (for me it was free Kool Whip). Made me think of summertime!

For breakfast today, I sliced an apple and cooked it while I made some toast and spread it with part skim ricotta cheese. I placed the apples on top and sprinkled some cinnamon and Splenda on them and sat down to have a delicious low calorie Apple Danish for breakfast. It's nice to eat something other than oatmeal or cheerios for breakfast. 

Let there be light!

New pendant light fixture makes reading the
newspaper a little easier. First I got my eyelids "tacked" up and now I have a new reading light.


I can see sooooooo much better.


Note the jar of raw almonds we keep on the table for snacking. The apple tapestry place mats came from the Dollar Tree last fall and were $1 each. We have really enjoyed them and the fact that they can be washed in the washing machine.


Behind me is our small galley kitchen and the laundry room (with pot rack hanging in front of the window).

Photo: Nell and Caroline, reading Caroline's paper about Andrew Jackson.  She is in the 8th grade and a very good student - all A's.  

Let it snow!

"The Big Snow" in Elba, AL on Feb. 11, 2010
My brother Perry Wilson took this photo of our house on Friday morning after we had 4" of snow - a rarity in this part of the country. And we were not here to see it!


We left Elba on Feb. 10 to go to Virginia Beach, VA to attend the funeral of Jim's brother's wife. We stayed Thursday night with our son and family in Florence, SC. It snowed in Florence, SC on Friday night, after we left to go to VA. We were always one day ahead of the big snows.


After having lived in parts of the country where there is always plenty of snow, we were not too unhappy about missing the snow. How well I remember the winters in Minneapolis, MN. Lake Minnetonka near where we lived would freeze over and there were ice houses out on the lake where people would go to fish (and party and drink beer, etc.). Then we had snow occasionally in north Texas and Winston, Salem, NC as well as Florence, SC. When we moved to Elba, we gave away our snow shovel - thinking we'd never need it again.


Last Friday was a holiday in Elba - schools were closed and county roads closed. It was also a very sad day for our back-yard neighbor. It was the day of Sammy Morrow's funeral.

Saying Good-By

Today we leave for a trip to Virginia Beach, VA to say farewell to Suzi, wife of Jim's brother Larry, who departed this life yesterday, Feb. 10 at 1 p.m.


Suzi called and left a message on our answering machine last Monday afternoon at 2 pm while we were away shopping in Dothan. We returned home around 4 and listened to her message. She called to say they were thinking of us last week, the anniversary of James' death, and meant to call but never got around to it. She just wanted us to know they remembered us and she chatted a bit before hanging up. Before we could return her call, the phone rang and it was Larry, her husband and Jim's brother, calling to say he was at the hospital with Suzi; that she had a stroke early that afternoon (soon after she called and left us a message). The Dr. pronounced her brain dead the next afternoon and they removed the machines on Tuesday night and she died yesterday, Wednesday, at 1 pm.


Life is so fleeting - here one day, gone the next. She was only 62. She retired a year ago and she and Larry had so many things planned. They have spent the past several months remodeling their home in Virginia Beach, VA. We were there last June and saw their beautiful deck. Then we visited with them again in KY in July.


We are leaving to go to VA Beach today, stopping overnight in Florence, SC with our son Bill. He will go to Va with us.

Getting My Saturday Night Bath

When I was growing up in the late 1930s and early 1940s, we lived on a farm and didn't have running water or electricity. Mother heated the bath water in a reservoir on the side of the wood cook stove, and in big pots on top of the stove. In the winter we would bring in the big metal wash tub and fill it with water and the smaller kids could sit in the tub, sometimes 2 at a time. The water was not thrown away until the last bath, but mother just kept adding hot water until everybody had a bath.


All 7 of us (6 girls and l boy) had to get a bath on Saturday night so we would be clean to go to church on Sunday morning. I liked to get my bath early in the afternoon and shampoo my hair and mother would put my hair up in rollers.


You would take your feet out of the tub and step on the cold linoleum floor and start shivering.
Our house was heated by one fireplace in the main bedroom where we would gather to get dressed in the winter.


I like to believe our "humble beginnings" made all of us survivors in the fast-paced world of today. We all enjoy and appreciate the inventions we could only dream of back in those days.


I like my new jacuzzi in our new 14x14 bath that we added on last year. What a luxury, but oh, how I enjoy it. Especially on cold winter nights, or when I've been outdoors working and my muscles ache. I dubbed it "My Spa".


When I have the jets open on full, and the water is splashing about, it always brings to mind this old Bobby Darin song of the 60's.

"Splish Splash, I was takin a bath
Long about a Saturday night

A rub-a-dub, just relaxin in the tub

Thinking everything was alright

Well, I stepped out the tub,

put my feet on the floor,

I wrapped the towel around me

and I opened the door, and then

Splish, Splash! I jumped back in the bath.

Well how was I to know

there was a party going on!"

When I don't have time to linger in the jacuzzi, I go to another corner of the bathroom and enjoy the refreshing walk-in shower with the big shower head. It feels like it is raining when you are in the shower. I love it!

I have a "Saturday Night Bath" almost every day of the week and am so thankful for modern baths.

February is moving on - fast!

January is now history and February is marching on fast! The past 3 days have been a blur for us. For several days we were nervous and anticipating Feb. 2nd and wondering how we would handle the lst anniversary of James' death. Everything went fine, remembering Father Tim's favorite scripture in Jan Karon's Medford series of books: Phillipians 4:13. (Go look it up!)

The weather is much the same except it wasn't raining this time last year, but was so very, very cold. In the 20's the day of his funeral on Feb. 5th and the wind blowing, making it even colder.

We got up on Tuesday, Feb. 2nd, had a good breakfast and I went to the gym for 30 minutes to walk while Jim had coffee read the newspapers. We had telephone calls and e-mails from many of our family and friends that day. Tuesday morning, Jim took out a DVD that our son Bill made from old family videos over the years that had a lot of pictures of James and we actually enjoyed watching them and listening to him talking and interacting with his cousins and nieces, teasing them and playing with them. I thought it would be sad but it had so many good memories for us and I'm so glad we have sound with the pictures. It was like sitting and visiting with James. Thank you Bill for those precious memories. Ron is doing the same with his old videos, making some more memories for us. Not only were we enjoying seeing James but it was fun watching everybody else grow older. Most of those nieces and nephews are married now with families of their own.

Jim invited me to go to his Rotary Club luncheon and I accepted. After lunch, we took a trip to cemetery 8 miles out in the country in the Curtis community where I grew up, to put some flowers on my parents' and James' graves. It's been so cold that many of the Christmas poinsettias are still on the gravesites, so our yellow daffodils really stood out among all the red flowers!! February is daffodil season here altho they are a bit late this year due to the cold weather we're having.

February 2 came and went and we survived the day and had many happy memories to draw on, and family support.

One of James' favorite sayings was "you shouldn't worry about that. You can't do anything about it!"


And we look to Phil. 4:13 to keep us moving along..........