Friday, July 28, 2017

52 Questions in 52 Week - Week 5

Week 5: What kind of work did your parents do (farmer, salesman, manager, seamstress,
nurse, stay-at-home mom, professional, laborer, and so on)?


Hmmmm... I think I answered this the past couple weeks, but okay...

Dad was a farmer and hired hand at various farms when my parents were first married. In my lifetime, he farmed fora  couple years and then took a job as a custodian at the public school. Then, he changed jobs and was the City Maintenance Superintendent for our small hometown. He pushed snow, took care of the water towers, sewer treatment plants, and pretty much everything the town needed in relation to streets, water, waste. He also hung the Christmas lights in town, which I think was one of the coolest things I told me friends about his job. I was very proud of what my Dad did for the town. Almost everyone liked him and if they didn't, it was probably because they were just unreasonable.

Mom was a stay-at-home-mom for part of the time. She also sold Tupperware until I was born. She owned her very own cake decorating business and made tons of all-occasion cakes and wedding cakes. That must be where I got my entrepreneurial spirit. When I started 1st grade, Mom took a job at school as a Teacher's Aid in the Special Education department and did that until I was in Middle School, I think. She then switched to the Library Aid and ran the Elementary library.

There was no where in town or school I could go without someone and everyone knowing who's kid I was. There were times I hated that Mom was at school and knew everything I was doing and friends with my teachers. There were also times I was so thankful she was there. She always made sure I knew I was more important than the job, too. I know there was a couple times she could have lost her job for standing up for me at school with teachers, too, but she didn't seem to care. I was her little girl and that was the most important thing to her. My Dad may have plowed a few driveways shut with snow on purpose to prove a point to a couple teachers who were giving me a hard time, too. Ha! Don't mess with their little girl!

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I ran across this challenge about a year ago and thought it was a marvelous idea...

The whole idea is to tell your own story by answering one question a week. People that love ancestry love finding diaries, journals, and letters, because they tell about everyday life. Not just the big stuff, but the every day little stuff.

Friday, July 21, 2017

52 Questions in 52 Weeks - Week 4

Week 4: What memories do you have of your mother (her name, birth date, birthplace,
parents, and so on)?


My Mom (who I believe will be reading this...) is selfless. Her entire world revolves around her kids and my Dad, until he passed. From an early age, she has always cared for someone... siblings, parents, sister-in-laws, in-laws, children, church youth, and I'm sure I'm forgetting groups.

She was born December 6, 1941 to Leo and Mary Pearon in Linn, MO at home. My Grandma was very ill after she was born, so the doctor's wife actually cared for my Mom for a while as an infant. She is the youngest girl, but she has 2 younger brothers. She had 5 siblings, one who was accidentally killed when he was 15. Her family lived on a large farm and worked hard. They weren't rich by any means and Mom has told me a few times of getting clothes from friends and family, because they weren't able to afford store bought clothes.

My Mom went through a lot of struggles in her lifetime that I have been fortunate enough not to face, I'm sure in part because she didn't want her kids to experience those trials and did everything in her power to make sure we didn't.

Some of my favorite memories with my Mom, though I'm sure she may not agree, are these...
  • At 5, I was scared to death while Mom was driving back from my sister's before my first day in Kindergarten in a hail storm and swearing the truck was going to fall apart... but my Mom was calm and steady and we got home safely.
  • her gentle reminders that I needed to be a good person... no matter what
  • at the time I thought she was insane (pre-teen and teen years), but pointing out how smart and kind-hearted I was and that was one of the reasons I struggled to get along with the "popular crowd", because I didn't want to go along with their antics... and yes... Mom, you were right... they were jealous and it was the age.
  • Baking cakes and making flowers for wedding cakes with her
  • Her extremely high level of patience with me while showing me how to sew, embroidery, and explore any craftiness
  • Always encouraging me to "go for it"... anything I wanted to try, but not making me do things I didn't want to pursue (like sports... I am not athletic... at all)
  • Being an entrepreneur... as she mentioned the other day... she worked from home as a small business owner way before it was the "cool thing" we aspire to do these days... 
  • okay.. this is ornery and she'll probably text to say she can't believe I shared this... but... when I was little and getting into trouble and she was at her wit's end (if you have kids.. you have been there!)... she would tell me "I'm going to pinch your head off and tell God you died!" Horrible, right? HA!! It got my attention and I knew she wouldn't actually do it! But, it sure did stop me in my tracks and I shaped-up fast. 
There are so many memories I have with my Mom that I can't list them all... from chocolate cake batter pony tails to rescuing her orange haired daughter when an at-home color treatment went awry to supporting me through every difficult time in my life to vacuuming outside my bedroom door when she knew I was up later than I should have been (a bit passive aggressive there, mom...ha!) to becoming friends as adults... She put up with a LOT from me and I'm thankful she didn't really pinch my head off... and I'm sure she has shed many tears over me and prayed the night away and for that I am genuinely sorry and so thankful... I promise.. I'll get it together one day. 


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I ran across this challenge about a year ago and thought it was a marvelous idea...

The whole idea is to tell your own story by answering one question a week. People that love ancestry love finding diaries, journals, and letters, because they tell about everyday life. Not just the big stuff, but the every day little stuff.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Shutterbug Patch Program

Have you seen the July release from BCGPatches.com

Shutterbug Patch Program

Encourage your group to capture some memories and earn a cute patch!

$2/each, 2 1/2" square, fully embroidered, sew on
The Shutterbug patch is earned in two steps.
Step 1: 
Choose one of the 3 photo challenges to complete. There are at least 3 different ways to earn this patch and it’s up to you how you want to complete it. You can do one of the challenges, a “hybrid” combination of a couple different challenges, or come up with your own.

Step 2: 
Share your portfolio. With our awesome digital age, you’ll probably be taking lots of photos. Keep the best of the best from the challenge you select. Have them printed or save them to a special folder for easy presentation. Share with your friends, family, or group. 


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

52 Questions in 52 Weeks - Week 3

Week 3. What memories do you have of your father (his name, birth date, birthplace,
parents, and so on)?

My Dad was amazing. I could stop there and be quite satisfied with the answer.

He was born to Joseph and Alice Fredrich in Linn, MO on December 16, 1938 and named Clyde Winford Fredrich.

I am such a Daddy's girl. I would race out the door after dinner to help him in the garden or with the chickens or whatever he was doing. I love the memories I have of riding with him on the mower or the tractor. I can still smell his aftershave when I think of him. He would ask me to ride along to check the water pumps in town (part of his job as City Superintendent) on the weekends, which I knew meant we would stop for ice cream. He loved my Mom so much. His kids were everything to him. I hope I can honor him with my life. He was a great man and I miss him so much... every day.. since he passed in 2015 from Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. He was the strongest man and fought with everything in him to beat cancer. But, it overtook him. I miss him so much... he was the best Dad on the planet and no one will ever come close to the level of admiration and respect I have for him. He could do anything and always made sure I knew I can, too. I'm thankful for everything he taught me.




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I ran across this challenge about a year ago and thought it was a marvelous idea...

The whole idea is to tell your own story by answering one question a week. People that love ancestry love finding diaries, journals, and letters, because they tell about everyday life. Not just the big stuff, but the every day little stuff.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

52 Questions in 52 Weeks - Week 2

I ran across this challenge about a year ago and thought it was a marvelous idea... A year later... I never started it. Better late than never, right?

The whole idea is to tell your own story by answering one question a week. People that love ancestry love finding diaries, journals, and letters, because they tell about everyday life. Not just the big stuff, but the every day little stuff.

Week 2: When and where were you born? Describe your home, your neighborhood, and the town you grew up in.

I was born March 6, 1977 (yes, do the math... 40 right now). I was born at St. Mary's Hospital in Jefferson City, MO. It was snowing the day I was born and almost 80 the day they took me home. It was Sunday and my arrival was announced at church.

I don't remember the house we lived in until I was almost 3. This home I remember is where my Mom still lvess. It's a 4 sided red brick home, 3 bedroomm, 1 1/2 bath, full unfinished basement.

We lived about 2 milesout of town. We could see our neighbor's homes, but there wss space between us. Mom and Dad had 10 acros of land.

Town, Linn, MO, was small. We knew everyone and their family.