Finding Roots

Yes, you guessed it the above picture features some of my ancestors. The lady in the picture is my 1st great grandmother on my father’s side. The gentleman behind her is her husband and the gentleman on the left is his brother.

I have been doing geneology research more than thirty years. Doing so, I have walked over many graveyards and ran my eyes over thousands of documents long before “Ancestry” and the other popular geneology websites ever existed. There was a lot of work involved when I first started. My then 85 year old grandmother worked right beside me most days.

I have ancestors who were active in most of the wars. Some survived, most did not. The women of these soldiers were home not only running the household but also farms and businesses.

If you are interested in finding your ancestors, begin with yourself and go through legal and family documents that you may have. Document all the data you find and copy important documents. You can start with the LDS website which is absolutely free:

I will caution you, only go by the actual documents on the websites. While the family histories are helpful they do not necessarily contain acurate links. Genealogy is a wonderful adventure that never ends. Have fun with it.


I am a bit of a history nut or at least as it applies to some things. One thing that really gets under my skin is old historical houses and buildings that are left in disrepair until they fall to dust. Equally frustrating is buildings that are torn down for no apparent reason. Such was the case a few years back when the train depot in our town was torn down. The picture below was a painting I did from a prior photo shot at this dept just prior to demolition.

Cats At Play

Fruits Of Our Labor

About a moth ago we started our first raised bed garden. My husband and I have never done much gardening so this was a new venture. We built the first 4×4 frame with an aging piece of 2×6 lumber that we had just laying around. After a trip to Tractor Supply, we came back with 8 bags of Miracle Grow Garden Soil. This stuff is great because it already has fertilizer in it. We filled it to the top and then began our planting. Some were plants and some were from seeds. These are photos of our first garden.

This is after just a few weeks.
Today this is what our squash look like.
Second bed.


The past three months have given me plenty of time to re-examine priorities in my life. While it is just me, my husband and my dog Roco, nothing physicially has changed. On the other hand, emotionally and spiritually things have changed. I find despit all the stress of today’s challenges, I am stronger. As defiant as I can be, I am more humble and have allowed God to step in to calm the waters where I cannot. Having always been strong in faith, it has certainly been tested, I feel like I have come out on the other side.

Not really an outdoor person, I find over the past few months there has been a lot of time spent outdoors. There is joy just opening my back door in the morning and greeting God and nature. There is joy in the little things. Hearing birds sing now just make me smile. While our lives may have changed temporarily, and I do mean temporarily, only God is permanent and his plan is not for us to be in misery but to find ultimate JOY. Take the time to thank him for each day, for each breath you take.

Discovering Lenoir County

When boredom overtakes you, what do you do? You grab your camera and drive. With my husband as my chaufer, we wound around on some Lenoir county roads and took a few pics on a cloudy day.

This old church first caught my attention. It’s not anything fance but it does have character. The three

steeples first spoke to me and then the painting over the door… The Last Supper! It is like it is saying “all who need food, enter here”.

I am a sucker for anything “water”. For whatever reason, the sight of water makes us calmer.

The rolling clouds that quickly came over it just added contrast.

Just the fact that this old cabin was still standing was enough to draw my camera in.

Old houses like this, even though they have suffered neglect, still tell a story.

On the last leg of our journey this day we found this little building.

I am pretty sure it was previously an old store, but the mark on its door says it was mean for so much more.

Messages From Heaven

My mother was 92 and this day would be a particularly unusual day for her. Mid morning she was in her usual place, her favorite lounge chair. I went every day to her house to take care of her. Little did I know that when I left my house this day how hard it would be to get through the day. Her brother had been in the hospital. We knew he was not doing well but we were not expecting the phone call that we received.

Then the phone rang. It was my cousin to tell me his father had passed. I hung up the phone and had to take a breath. Last week he was doing well, today he had left us to join his heavenly father.

I laid the receiver down and told my mother it was my cousin. She asked how her brother was. Just getting the words out of my mouth was very difficult. I finally told her he had passed. She took a breath and then cried.

For hours she sat and didn’t say anything. It wasn’t that she normally talked a lot, it was the fact that the life had gone out of her face. She normally smiled a lot and had a lot of character in her face. Now she was withdrawn. Normal for the shock of the news, I thought.

Sometime mid afternoon she finally spoke, she wanted to go outside. Her mobility was limited to a walker. I helped her out the back door and onto the deck where she sat in a nearby chair. We had just sat down when a beautiful butterfly came and sat down at her feet. It walked up to her and looked up and then flew away. Then a male cardinal landed on a tree in front of us, crossed over to another tree where it was met by a female cardinal and then they flew off together.

I found these events a little odd so I researched the meaning of the butterfly and the cardinals. The presence of a butterfly after a death represent the recent passing. The presence of the cardinals refers to the ascension into heaven. So the interpretation is that the butterfly was the message that her brother had passed. The male cardinal was the message that he had been received into heaven and the second female cardinal was his wife who had passed two years prior.

After seeing these events we both felt more at ease. Mother seemed better the rest of the day. While still grieving, she tolerated his loss as well as could be expected. Look for the signs from heaven. They will bring you peace!

A New Day

While blogging is new to me, I have always loved a challenge. Here you will see me craft, my art, my travels, my loves. Hope you will follow me as life is always an adventure. Maybe not always what we want, but still an adventure.