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.
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.
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.