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Memories of a Legacy….

While I’ve had a really good day, I’ve been given some stuff to think about.    I had a conversation today with someone who has known me since I was about little to nothing.  This person is a year older than me, and I have always looked up to her.

Our lives took different paths, but we were truly like sisters.  We are related, just from different ends of the gene pool.   We both have a similar upbringing, from the same family values.  Both of us both have the same feeling, that we are all that’s left of a legacy.

How do you deal with that?  While we talked on the phone, and both giggled over silly stuff, both of us were brought back to a happier time in our lives.   We talked about, summer’s spent together, different cousin’s and things we did.

We talked about jumping off the docks into the lake, and learning to swim.  We talked about having both of our Dad’s who were best friends and cousins too, give us hugs and laughing at both of our antics.

Time passes and we both became adults.  She became someone who has a career and is everything I am not.  I became a mother and a housewife, and Caregiver, every thing she isn’t.  But, at the same token, we are both kind of the same.

We both decided that we have come from a very prominent family, and they did a lot of good for the town that they lived in.  It’s kind of hard sometimes to live up to the Legacy.  But between her and I we decided we would do the best we could.

We have tall shoes to fill, and we both kind of decided that we cannot fill those shoes, but what we could do, was to remember every bit of our growing up years and rejoice in them.

I guess times are a bit different from when I was a kid.  A bunch of stuff that meant something when I was growing up, does not mean that much now.   I spent time with my cousins, and my Grandparents, and I did not keep myself entertained by the internet, or technology.  We chased firefly’s with a mason jar,  jumped off the docks into a pond, and just giggled over silly stuff.  We did not rely on the t.v, or the internet, or any of that other stuff to keep us busy.  We would go out into the corn field, and just act crazy, or go to a cousin’s ball game and rejoice that they won, and commiserate when they lost, I seem to remember pizza was always involved..

I guess I am getting off track here, because while I understand my heritage, I’m not quite sure how to keep it going.    I can tell my kids about it, but they really don’t care.  That truly saddens me.  I guess they got more of their Dad’s gene pool than mine.

I guess, in my conversation today, both her and I want to leave OUR mark, just not our parents mark.  Don’t get me wrong in any way shape or form, because both her and my parents and our Grandparents have truly left something of a Legacy, I think we both want to as well…

Sometimes,  I wish “Back to the Future” was an event I could attend.   I would make some changes, and then there are some things I would not change.

I guess part of getting older and dealing with these changes is a part of life.  I’m sure at one point or another, our parents have said it too.     Life goes on and so do we, I guess I just don’t want to lose The Legacy of what I’ve been given.

The memories, I cherish, the Love, I feel, the family, I’m loosing, the Angels, I have.

Someday, there is going to be a major reunion up in heaven, and while I still have my time left here,  I seriously am ready for that party, cuz it’s gonna be a big one.



Family, Giggles, and Good times….Part 3

Sunday dawned, and in our house, it was going to be our “mini” Thanksgiving Day. We ate our breakfast, and my Mol and I got busy.  We baked a fruit tart for dessert, and then got busy with our “dinner”.

The kids were coming today, and we were enjoying the “quiet” before the “storm”.  When all of us get together, it tends to be a little loud, chaos and fun.

We had a turkey breast all prepped, to be cooked in the ‘flavor-waver”, a hash brown casserole, and zucchini, broccoli, and cauliflower to be roasted in the oven.  My Mol made her famous apple salad, and we had some dinner rolls that had risen to 3 times the normal size.

The Dining room table had the leaf put into it, the Electrician scrounged 4 more chairs, and brought out the high chair.  The table was set, and the food was cooking, when the kids all arrived.  We were just putting it all together when the College student arrived, she had driven about an hour to make sure she made it in time to see her Grandparents.

The Blessing was said, and the food disappeared.  Then it was family fun time.  We all laughed, and giggled.  We decided it was time to go outside and take some pictures…  So the next part of this story will be told by the camera..

Cam-Man was outside while we were all sitting on the patio, and he was ever so excited to see the Moon.  It was pretty visible in the daylight.  He ran inside and yelled at his Papa “Come NOW”, he wanted to show it to him.  The kids and I were on the porch just giggling, because of the excitement of a 2-year-old trying to get his Papa to come out NOW.


Yea, I’m not quite sure what the discussion was but it was a good picture.

We then got busy, first off 3 of us with a camera is really kind confusing.  Each of us were saying “Smile” and no one knew where to look.


At one point, Cam-man and I decided to take a picture of each other….. You can see how mine turned out…


Auntie Boo went chasing after Cam-Man (AKA Monkey) this might be why she says she’s not having kids for a LONG TIME….



This is how sisters take pictures to put on their Facebook page, they don’t bother anybody, just snap the picture and away they go….

This would be the girls with the Electrician and I, of course Cam-Man had to smile his part….


This would be the Great Grandparents and Grandparents of Cam-Man.   AKA the Electricians Dad & Mom.


The Men…..

And the women….


After all of the pictures were taken, we came back inside and all hung out for a bit,


The evening ended with all the kids going home, but not until, ALL of the kids did a search for the cookies, that they knew I baked, but the Electrician had hidden.  The Electrician‘s parents truly laughed at how hard those kids searched.  And all because the Electrician had given Cam-Man a cookie after all the pictures were taken.  They searched the trash for the bag they knew the cookies were in.    They took things out of my cabinet and finally found them.

Uhm…I gotta make some more cookies now…:)