Sunday

North American Bullfrog (wikipedia)

North American Bullfrog (wikipedia)

Sunday is living up to its name.  Unfortunately, those with allergies and asthma may have difficulty rejoicing.  The late start to spring has sent weeds into a frenzy and all my tulips are blooming simultaneously, whether or not they are early, mid or late season bloomers (as advertised).

Last night when they stopped by, my daughter pulled out her inhaler (she’s had asthma all her life) and began pumping, so I spoke with my SIL Bill about his pond.  He has stocked the pond on his farm with fish, an  a few years ago, he imported 50 bullfrog tadpoles, who have matured and are mating like crazy.  He says since he built the pond, other kinds of frogs and turtles have migrated to what is a nice spring-fed old timey fishing hole.

I got to thinking about frogs again because one of my blogging friends, Michelle, over at Nature Notes http://ramblingwoods.com wrote a nice post about them a day or two ago.  You can find the link to her site in my Blog list to the left or click on the link above which hopefully will work.  I love reading Michelle’s blog because I am a nature aficionado from way back.

As my Dad was an Eagle Scout and had a degree from the University of Michigan in what some call Ecology today, (School of Forestry and Soil Conservation), and Grandpa S was in John Muir’s generation (Muir, a well-known naturalist, taught at Wisconsin), I think its in my genes.

My Dad in his element.

My Dad in his element.

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I continue to investigate Dad’s Mom’s branch of the family tree.  I ceased looking at Grandma Schmidley’s Mom’s family…for a while, because I don’t speak German and she was born in Prussia in 1860.  I have been working on Grandma’s father’s family tree (Herbert Nichols), which goes back to the founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the seventeenth century.

So far, I am working on records of 9th and 10th great-grandparents…all of whom migrated from England.  As they are part of the Great Puritan Migration (1620-1640 or 1630-1650) https://www.nmc.edu/tgordon/storyofus/hst111/4_newe-england/great-puritan-migration.html, these migrants came from areas outside London..towns and villages once the stronghold of Cromwell’s forces.

Yesterday, I stumbled onto one A. Cromwell, who some of my fellow tree builders said “must be Cromwell’s daughter.”  Cooler heads prevailed, however, and corrected the erroneous path. Seems she is the daughter of a miller from Ealing who was in the first wave of Puritans.  As one descendent put it, “I would rather be the descendent of a humble miller from Ealing than one of the ‘other’ Cromwells.”

Now if you know your history, you know that although Oliver is considered a hero in some quarters, he is viewed as extremely wicked by others.

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Now, as it is so beautiful outside, and I walked my dogs earlier, I m going to make myself a nice cup of tea and curl up with the Sunday paper, followed by my neglected book.

This post will be linked to Michelle’s Nature Notes.

15 thoughts on “Sunday

  1. Thank you so much for the kind comment and the link to Nature Notes. That frog looks like he wants to breed with his yellow breeding color on.

    I was lucky to find a librarian in Germany who did some research and was able to translate info about my husband’s family. My MIL came to the US at the age of 12 and doesn’t read German anymore… Michelle

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  2. That is such a gorgeous photo of your gorgeous dad. I agree about Michelle’s blog. There’s so much to learn from her. Her students were very lucky to have her as a teacher.

    Ahhh… allergies. My poor daughter suffers every spring and fall. Funny thing is it’s not so bad when she comes to Hawaii.

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  3. That is an outstanding picture of your dad. My father-in-law used to say about good people….”he/she is a solid citizen!” Your dad looks like he was a solid citizen.

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    • Dad was as solid as you can get. He was president of my elementary school’s PTA,president of the Lion’s Club in High Point, grand Knight of the western NC Knights of Columbus, president of the men’s club at our church ( my brother and dad practically ran the Christmas trees sale on their own), and other positions of responsibility. Volunteerism was a way of life for he and my mom.

      Unfortunately, he was not always a good judge of character, and assumed other men were as honest as he was which led to some unfortunate business failures. I think Mitt Romney must be a bit like my dad…probably why I did not believe all the scurrilous things said about him.

      When I visited Concord Mass and saw the statue of the Minute Man at the ‘rude bridge that arched the flood’ my reaction was to tell the person with me that he looks like my dad.

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  4. As a child I remember once gong to Boscobel House, in whose grounds was the Royal Oak, where Charles II hid after losing the Battle of Worcester in 1651. Later I found out that the tree we were shown was actually a descendant of that Royal Oak. I was fascinated by the house and was shown a secret room, little more than a closet, where the priests were hidden when houses were searched by Cromwell’s men. Lovely picture of your father and yes I even liked the one of the bullfrog.

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  5. Sounds like an idyllic life. Do you like to listen to symphonic music, too? Hubby and I rarely play our stereo, preferring to read or watch television. But, we always look forward to attending the opera or symphony every month. We also enjoy renovating our home, patio and garden. This is our idea of an idyllic life.

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    • I don’t like symphonic music played on a radio, only live with a ballet or opera. I am a fan of French Impressionist music, Faure, etc.; some chamber music…if strings ( cello) are involved, think Scarlotti and Bach; piano sonatas, think Chopanski and Motzart; country (Johny Cash); Gilbert and Sullivan; operatic arias like the queen of the night in the Magic Flute, 1920s or 1930s jazz. Grew up on Hank Williams, Glenn Miller and Gilbert and Sullivan plus Sousa’s marches.

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    • Dad was one-fourth English and three fourths German; it’s just that as you move back in time your ancestors increase exponentially. As in 2 x4 x8 x16 x 32 x 64 x 128 x 256 x 512 x 1,008, etc. Thus by the seventeenth century you have over 1,000 ancestors. If some of them marry second+ cousins, and they do, it gets very confusing.

      Mom was a Dutch mix (German, Frisian, English, as well as Dutch at least as far back as about 1600). Truth is, The Romans did a good job of mixing people up. When the Industrial Age began things were mixed even further. This is why popular concepts of race and ethnicity are misleading.

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