Joy….We grow big peaches in Virginia!
Not exactly figments, more like fragments. Besides, I am running out of f-words. How did it get to be Friday already?
Physical therapy makes it zip by. Regarding PT, Justin says I am suffering from neurological fatigue on the left side of my body…the aftereffect of the stroke I had 10 years ago. Unfortunately, this weakness is affecting my recovery from joint replacement surgery on the right side.
I thought the paralysis had completely cleared away, but he says he can see the result in my walking pattern. I maladjusted into a bad walking pattern. Thus, I am wobbling like a duck because the lazy muscles don’t fire properly. He gave me exercises which involve a Pilates ball that he hopes will help correct the issue.
My goal now is to get back to the gym, after I see Dr. Mac next week. Justin thinks walking in the pool will help. Meanwhile, I have my own ball, mat and togs for a workout, plus a Pilates video. My middle bedroom is a gym.
I have also been working on my genealogy charts. Connie visited last weekend to wish David a Happy 85th Birthday and we discussed the family tree. I told her I thought I had determined my Dad was one-quarter UK (mostly English, but Scots and Welsh too) and about three-quarters German.
Dad’s grandmothers’ ancestors indicated to the census taker they had immigrated from Prussia and Bavaria.
In the 1900, 1910, 1920, 1930, and 1940 censuses, Great-Grandma “Frances” Nichols on Dad’s maternal side indicated both parents were born in “Germany.” Even if her family lived in West Prussia (Poland today), this is a clue. I think I found the Danzig grandmother’s Baptism certificate…in the vital statistics from Germany…if so, she was baptized in the cathedral in Danzig.
Dad’s paternal grandmother was Roman Catholic and from Bavaria..a very Catholic place. His paternal grandad indicated Switzerland was his birthplace. I found German military records for several of the men (including the Swiss fellow).
Aunt Audrey told me once, with a knowing look, that Dad was German, and I scoffed at the idea. He never told me that, I told her. But Mom had told me something similar and I didn’t believe her.
Having recovered information for all 4 grandparents, 8 great-grandparents, and most of my ancestors (over 1,000 records) back to the sixteenth century (on both sides), I am now into review, review, scrub and search for additional primary sources.
I don’t copy the information in other ‘trees” which is often wrong or misleading (although it can offer clues). Apparently, many people went through their “family” records lickety-split, but that’s no way to do research. Because Connie has great research skills, I will be able to hand over the work I’ve done knowing she will continue to develop our tree.
At present, I am working on immigration records…where available. I was amazed to discover the US paid pensions to war veterans and issued passports from the gitgo. I even found one ancestor had fought in the War of 1812, which is being remembered around here.
A few years ago, I had an artist friend named Mary, a sculptor, who worked on the White House restoration. She told me they had excavated back to the burnt timbers from 1812, and you could still smell the charcoal wood remains. Later, she worked on the restoration of the National Cathedral which involved sculpture work. That Christmas she sent a card, with a photo of herself and photos of statues of the apostles Peter and Paul from the cathedral … Seasons Greetings from Peter, Paul and Mary, the card read.
And I’ve been reading a lot.