Thursday, June 1, 2017

Those Places Thursday

Can you tell me where this dam is located?

I'll give you a few hints:

1) This is located in West Virginia.

2) The Greenbrier River empties into this river.

3) The dam is located in a railway town.

4) Highways 3 and 20 converge here.

5) A large State Park is nearby.

Okay, folks, that's it. See if you can find the name of this dam, and the river it crosses!
Be sure to check back tomorrow for the answer!

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Wedding Wednesday - Everything Old is New Again


Wedding Wednesday

Everything Old Is New Again

"From this day forward
our thoughts and actions
will be for each other...
our plans mutual, our joys
and sorrows shared...
as we become
one in Christ."

Isn't that a lovely wedding program cover? I recently attended a wedding where this program was used. A beautiful calla lily on the front, with this loving sentiment.

This was a wedding no one thought would happen.

Let me back up a bit, and give you a little history.

My brother-in-law comes from a large family. He is one of the babies of the family (plural, because he has a twin brother.) Among his sisters, is Rachel. She is 15 years older than my brother-in-law. She never had children. And in 1993, she lost her husband, Eddie, to cancer. He was 52 at the time.

Fast forward to 2015 (22 years later), my Mom passed away, and just 2 weeks after her death, her childhood best friend, married to my Mom's brother, passed away. Aunt Phyllis was just a few days short of turning 78. Leaving my Uncle Bill a widower.

In the winter of 2015/2016 my Uncle Bill moved from his home state of Indiana, to live near my sister and my Dad. He felt more at home here. My sister provided him with private quarters on her property, and he always was a few short feet away from family if needed.

Late in the year 2016, my brother-in-law got the idea of introducing his sister, Rachel, to my uncle Bill. The thought was that the two might find some companionship with one another: someone to go out for coffee with, or to a movie. But there were sparks, and within a matter of weeks the two were engaged! And on Saturday, May 20th, the happy couple were wed. (I'm hoping for some copies of the nuptials soon.)

Left side:
Wedding of Rachel Lafon and Billy Dreher
May 20, 2017  at 2:00 p.m.
Bethel Pentecostal Holiness Church, Organ Cave, WV
Officiated by Rev. G. Wesley Comer, Pastor
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Matron of Honor - Wanda Ford, sister of bride
Best Man - Walter Beane, brother-in-law of groom
Ushering and Giving of Bride - Ronald Dunbar, brother of bride


Right side:
Song - He Touched Me (Bill's favorite)
Entrance of Matron of Honor and Bride
Prayer
Lighting of candles in memory of Phyllis and Eddie,
who were a part of our lives and will always be
part of who we are.
(Song: When Our Eyes Meet Again - Gloryland Quartet)
Charge and Giving of Bride
Declaration of Intent
Scripture - Colossians 2:2
Lighting of Unity Candle (Song: The Wedding Prayer)
Vow and Ring Ceremony
Pronouncement
Prayer
Presentation and Recessional
Song: I Know Whom I Have Believed (one of Rachel's favorites)


The honeymoon is over, and the happy couple have settled down in the home where Rachel lived alone for so long. And they seem such a happy pair!

We wish you both all of the best, and may happiness and love be with you forever more.

(By the way, the Matron of Honor is a widow, and the Best Man (my Dad) is a widower, hmmmm, wonder if we could play a little matchmaking here?)

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Tuesday's Tips - Write It ALL Down

Write It ALL Down

No, I'm not kidding. I have notebooks full of notes I have taken over the years from my Dad's conversations with me. He is like a living, breathing history book! (My Grandpa was born 1866, and was a fairly old man when my Dad and 2 more brothers came along - like 71 when Dad was born!) My Dad used to sit and listen to his Dad tell him about the family history, and how things had changed since he was born. Can you imagine, that by the time my Dad was old enough to pay attention, my Grandpa would have been closer to 80! The things that changed in his lifetime to that point!

Okay, so everything you're told you won't be able to prove. That's true. Even if Cousin Bertha tells you that great-grandma Myrtle made tea out of deer droppings, doesn't mean she really did! Now Cousin Bertha  may even swear on her grandchildren's heads that what she tells you is true, well, always take it with a grain of salt. But record it anyway. Keep a few notebooks for your oral family histories. Who knows, you might one day come across great-grandma Myrtle's recipe book, and find in there that she made a tea out of deer droppings, just not for human consumption! She made a tea of deer droppings to pour onto her garden. Manure tea is rich in nitrogen and helps to replenish the soil of its loss. So, technically, Cousin Bertha didn't tell a falsehood. She simply didn't know the whole story. And suddenly you can put the two pieces of information together and can make an informed note in your genealogy program regarding the deer droppings tea. (Oh, and by the way, Google it and you'll find that deer droppings really can be used for adding nitrogen to your garden! But purchasing fertilizer is a little more convenient!)

I have notebooks that I use for general notes. This notebook I carry in my handbag, or backpack all the time. It goes with me everywhere. You never know when you'll run into someone who can tell you something new! Once I get home, I transfer that information into a special notebook. I keep notebooks for each of the family lines I research. After I transfer the notes into their proper notebooks, I then take a red pen and draw a line crossways over the note. That lets me know that I have transcribed it into the proper notebook.

I do have some notes that have never been transcribed, simply because I wasn't sure where to make a notation of them. Such as, someone once me told that they knew someone with the same last name as mine, and wondered if we were related. I followed up with the phone number that I was given, but the number was no longer in service. Still, I held onto the note, as it gave me a name, and a reference for time frame, and where the person had lived as a child. Should the name ever surface in my research, I'll be able to cross it off in my general notebook.
This is the kind of notebook I purchase. You can get them cheap at a Dollar Store for $1 each. But if you watch at some of the big box stores, you can pick them up for around 50¢ each. (Last fall I bought a whole case for $12.00.)

Okay, so I know this sounds like a lot of handwriting. But if you're good with texting on your SmartPhone, you might be able to simply take a note down in OneNote, or Word, and then send that to either your printer, or, start a file system on your computer. Then you could simply download the note into the correct file folder on your computer. Just make sure that you continue to back up your computer monthly to prevent losing your notes!

Sometimes, at family reunions, I feel like I haven't really had a chance to mingle with everyone, as I'm running around making sure I get photos of everyone, and writing my little notes down! Family reunions are a great time to get information! It would be much better to simply take a digital recording than writing down the information. Again, your SmartPhone or iPhone can do this quite well. Simply record the note, and then transcribe it once you get back home. Of course, how many recordings you can make will depend upon how much memory is in your SmartPhone or iPhone. If you are also taking photos with your phone, you may have to choose between which is more important to you, photographs of everyone attending, or notes! Which is, again, why I always carry a notebook!

If it seems sublimely ridiculous when someone tells you something, don't automatically take it as an impossibility!

My Dad told me that when he was a boy, his Dad did not own a car. (He'd had one once, when they were first available, and had a bad accident with 2 of his children in the car with hi, and everyone was injured to some degree or another.) So, Dad told me that when they went to church, or traveled to see anyone, being in a rural area, his Dad would hitch the old horse to a wagon, and the boys would ride in the back, while his Mom and Dad rode on the only seat. Dad said he would get so embarrassed riding past anyone's house, especially other boys home's where the family owned a car, that he would hunker down in the back of the wagon, and hope no one could see him. Well, I'd heard that story so much as a kid that I just couldn't imagine! We're talking the 1930's and 1940's here! Well, low and behold, my very first job as a nurse had me working with a woman who later told me that she grew up with, and went to school with, my Dad. She started laughing one day, and when I asked what was so funny, she told me that her best memory of my Dad was when his family would ride past her house. She said, my Dad would try to hide in the back of the wagon so she wouldn't see him.

Okay, so I learned my lesson! Everything isn't always the truth. But sometimes, what you think isn't the truth, is the very thing that turns out to be factual!

Regardless of whether you choose to take notes, or do digital recordings, get those verbal stories saved! You will find most of them are priceless!

Who knows, you might even be able to write a fantastic book one day and get those memories down for future family members. What a great way to get to know your ancestors!

Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day Monday


Memorial Day
Today We Remember

The Monroe Bean's
Those Who Have Served

Cathy F. Beane
USA

Christopher S. Adwell
USA

Phillip Beane
USA


David L. Beane
USA

Richard Harriff, Jr.
USMC


Donald Ward
USA
1917-2000

Edsel F. Beane
USA


Emmette L. Beane
USN
1910-1988


Jack Beane-Ashley
USA

Jeffrey S. Beane
USA

Kent Hall
USAF


William M. Beane
USMC
1917-2014

Johnnie L. Henry
USA

Lama W. Beane
USA
1899-1952

Earl Leon Loper
USA
1900-1946


Robert Loper
USAF

Walter Beane
USN


William M. Bean
CSA
USA
1832-1890


Lois V. Beane
USA WACS
1938-2015


(no photo)

Robert Lively, Jr.
USA

Thomas N. Bean
CSA
1823-1911

(no photo)
James F. Bean
USA
1830-1899

(no photo)

Frank J. Holland
USA
1919-2004


My sincerest apologies for anyone I forgot to list here. For sake of time and space, I have only listed my paternal family members who have served. And if I have left anyone out, again, my apologies. For my maternal family members, again, there are many who served, and whom I did not list. Again, my apologies. Time and space limited my efforts. But if you would like a more comprehensive list, you can always send me your requests.

Please take a few moments today to remember those who have served, and who continue to serve, so that all may be free. We salute you each and every one.

(Photo from Funny Memes of 2017, no photographer listed)

And before someone slams me for not knowing that Memorial Day and Veteran's Day are two different holidays of remembrance, let me just remind everyone that Memorial Day is to honor those who served and died in their service to our Country, while Veteran's Day is to remember those who have served, or are serving now. Yes, I know that, thank you. It is my personal preference to honor ALL  both living and deceased on BOTH HOLIDAYS. We can never thank our Veteran's enough. Both those who paid the ultimate price and those who serve today.

My life has been that of a military child, (both my parents served and their photos are above), and I was a military wife for 12 years. When that marriage ended, I married a military Veteran. So, please no bashing here. I have been there during the good, the bad and the ugly. And I have considered all of them heroes. I once stared down the barrel of a gun because of a crazed person. It scared me to death! I could never do what our veterans have done, or are doing! We have active duty men and women who stand tall in the face of lives threatened and stare death in the eye. And they don't waver. If you can't call them heroes, then you don't deserve to live in this Country. And that's how I feel about it.

So, whether the holiday is for those who have died, or those who are living, matters not to me. I celebrate them ALL. And I salute them. EVERY ONE.








Sunday, May 28, 2017

Sunday Sing-A-Long


That Old Country Church
Gaither Homecoming Group


Do you have fond memories of church when you were growing up?

I come from a long line of Christian families, and am myself a licensed minister, as is my youngest brother. So, I have so many fond memories of church, the music, and singing along! And so each Sunday I will be sharing the southern gospel music I grew up with.

I hope you will both enjoy this, and be blest.

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Shopping Saturday - The 15th Century

The Farmer's Market Today

Did you ever wonder what marketing differences our ancestors had when compared to us today?

Wikipedia has this to say, "According to etymologists, the term 'marketing' first appeared in dictionaries in the sixteenth century where it referred to the process of buying and selling at a market."

Of course, we must remember that in the sixteenth century there weren't any super markets. Farmers would bring their produce to a central location. This might be within a keep, or even without the walls of a keep. The local 'laird' would have his cooks purchase from the first "pickings". This would mean that commoners would then purchase from whatever was left. But more often than not, they would barter.

For instance, a local cheesemaker might barter for eggs, and a bucket of grain. A weaver might barter for cabbage and carrots with a few yards of cloth.

And, of course, there were those who purchased with coin. During the 1500's, however, the commoner had very little coin. Coin was earned, and spent, by those who held titles and lands. The commoner was used to, for the most part, bartering.

Bartering is still alive and well in many places today. I have seen those at our local farmer's market that barter. I've seen someone who needed baskets for their strawberries barter a gallon of fresh strawberries for 3-dozen quart baskets. I've seen someone who bartered fresh, brown eggs for a quart of honey. I've seen greens bartered for squash.

This practice is, perhaps, one considered to be a favorite amongst the local marketers. Of course, then the public arrives, and the cash flows.

But of one who needed a new vest? Or a dress? Well, there were few dressmakers or tailor's in rural society. However, they were found in the larger cities. But you wouldn't see a finished garment hanging upon a rack! No. Indeed, it was more likely that you would drop by the local dressmaker's and make an appointment to come back in for a measuring. At that time, you would be taken into an area where you would undressed down to your chemise, and then a tape measure would be produced and your measurements would then be recorded. After you were measured, the dressmaker would sit you before a portfolio, from which you would then pick out a pattern you liked. Fabrics would then be produced for you to choose from. And if a suitable fabric was not in the shop, you would have to either get the dressmaker to choose a fabric for you, or pay extra to have what you wanted shipped in. The process of getting a dress could take anywhere from a few weeks, to a matter of months. A similar process was used for the purchase of men's clothing from a tailor.

And what of the country maid who required a new dress? Chances were, that if you were a country maid, your garments would have been handed down and remade to fit you either from an older sibling, or even from your mother. Many a child wore the a dress made from her mother's skirts.

If you were poor, you may have only linen cloth to choose from. This was a coarse material woven on a hand loom. I have made this fabric myself with an old wall loom (it literally leans against a wall when in use). This does not produce the same effect as linen woven on a large loom with a foot shuttle. It, instead, produced a wider weave, that was used for heavier threads. Often, if you purchased coarse linen, you would also purchase, or make, yarn to knit a Galway shawl.
Galway Shawl
This was a type of shawl that crisscrossed over the bosom, and was tied behind the back. It was a way of keeping warm. In the winter a cape could be worn over it. And in the summer, the sleeves of the linen dress could be rolled up. A chemise (an under slip) provided modesty so that the legs would not be seen from under the linen skirt. And an apron wore over the skirt would also provide modesty. A woman added color to her clothing using what Mother Nature provided her with. Beets, nut shells, nuts, bark, etc. So that, even if you were not wealthy, you could still get a new "shift" now and then.
And, as I said, children wore hand-me-downs, or the mother's old shift was used to make one or two smaller ones for the children.

Housewares were often bartered for as well. A wooden bucket for a boiling pan or fry pan. A pony for a couple of shoats (baby pigs). Chickens for geese. And so forth.

How very simple we have it today. We have our choice of where we want to shop. And we purchase according to our budgets.

Do you share any of the trades crafts your ancestors might have had? And if so, what are those crafts? Could you make it in a society where you might have to make everything yourself? Please share your comments below! We love hearing from you!

Friday, May 26, 2017

Friday's Faces From The Past

Alfred the Great
King of Wessex
849-899A.D.
My 28th Great-Grandfather

Alfred was born in the village of Wanating, now Wantage, Oxfordshire. He was the youngest son of King Æthelwulf of Wessex by his first wife, Osburh.

Alfred was one of only two Kings of Wessex (England) to be called "the Great" (the other being King Cnut the Great).

Alfred was anointed as King at the tender age of four by Pope Leo IV in Rome in 853. This was NOT an actual coronation, but was meant solely to symbolize the coming expectancy of his role as King, as his father was very much still ruling at the time.

Alfred fought against the Viking invasions alongside his father during those bloody years. And in April 871 King Æthelred died, and Alfred succeeded him to the throne, as his younger brother.

In 868, Alfred married Ealhswith, daughter of a Mercian nobleman, Æthelred Mucil, Ealdorman of the Gaini. The couple went on to have 5 (proven and documented) children, but there may have been a sixth. One of which happened to be my 27th great-grandfather, Edward the Elder (869-924). He ruled as King of the Wessex from 899, upon the death of his father, until his own death in 924.

Although some Christians venerate Alfred as a saint, due to his tremendous reform, not only in politics, but in education, and the church as well, an attempt to have him canonized by Henry VI of England in 1441, was not successful.

Wikipedia.org has these interesting remarks regarding Alfred's burial, grave and remains:
"Death Burial and Remains
Alfred died on 26 October 899. How he died is unknown, although he suffered throughout his life with a painful and unpleasant illness. His biographer Asser gave a detailed description of Alfred's symptoms and this has allowed modern doctors to provide a possible diagnosis. It is thought that he had either Crohn's disease or haemorrhoidal disease.[7][131] His grandson King Eadred seems to have suffered from a similar illness.[132][g]

Alfred was originally buried temporarily in the Old Minster in Winchester; then, four years after his death, he was moved to the New Minster (perhaps built especially to receive his body). When the New Minster moved to Hyde, a little north of the city, in 1110, the monks were transferred to Hyde Abbey, along with Alfred's body and those of his wife and children, which were presumably interred before the high altar. Soon after the dissolution of the abbey in 1539, during the reign of Henry VIII, the church was demolished, leaving the graves intact.[134]

The royal graves and many others were probably rediscovered by chance in 1788 when a prison was being constructed by convicts on the site. Prisoners dug across the width of the altar area in order to dispose of rubble left at the dissolution. Coffins were stripped of lead, and bones were scattered and lost. The prison was demolished between 1846 and 1850.[135] Further excavations in 1866 and 1897 were inconclusive.[134][136] In 1866, amateur antiquarian John Mellor claimed to have recovered a number of bones from the site which he said were those of Alfred. These later came into the possession of the vicar of nearby St Bartholomew's Church, who reburied them in an unmarked grave in the church graveyard.[135]

Excavations conducted by the Winchester Museums Service of the Hyde Abbey site in 1999 located a second pit dug in front of where the high altar would have been located, which was identified as probably dating to Mellor's 1886 excavation.[134] The 1999 archeological excavation uncovered the foundations of the abbey buildings and some bones. Bones suggested at the time to be those of Alfred proved instead to belong to an elderly woman.[137]

In March 2013, the Diocese of Winchester exhumed the bones from the unmarked grave at St Bartholomew's and placed them in secure storage. The diocese made no claim they were the bones of Alfred, but intended to secure them for later analysis, and from the attentions of people whose interest may have been sparked by the recent identification of the remains of King Richard III.[137][138] The bones were radiocarbon-dated, but the results showed that they were from the 1300s and therefore unrelated to Alfred. In January 2014, a fragment of pelvis unearthed in the 1999 excavation of the Hyde site, which had subsequently lain in a Winchester museum store room, was radiocarbon-dated to the correct period. It has been suggested that this bone may belong to either Alfred or his son Edward, but this remains unproven.[139][140]"




****Did you guess correctly for the location of the 'Those Places Thursday' location? If you guess Notre Dame, in Paris, France, you would be correct! The gargoyle sitting on the left of the photograph, as well as the Eifel Tower seen in the distance, would have been a give away to anyone who has visited the city. Paris is a beautiful city at any time of year, and if you ever get the chance to visit you should!

This song always makes me wish for one more visit!