Saturday already

Daughter Connie and granddaughter Joy are in San Diego visiting brother Richard and family.  Apparently they’ve been having a great time. Many of the photos above come from a visit to the Midway aircraft carrier.

Connie is descended from an illustrious family on her dad’s side.  Eight sons were in uniform during WWII, including Connie’s grandfather, Herman.  Great-grandmother was invited to christen the U.S.S. Papago in Charleston harbor.  All the boys came back from the war in one piece..physically at least (several drank themselves to death). Three of them were Marines like Connie’s dad. Part of the article about the family appears below. Connie’s granddad was Herman (top row right)  a handsome fellow.

IMG_0532One of the cousins retrieved the newspaper clipping while working on the family tree. A ninth son, Raymond, not pictured, spent the war years working in Norfolk shipyard as a civilian.

The grandchildren, mostly in their forties and fifties today have become nostalgic about the past and their grandparents who died in recent years, having lived into their nineties.

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I have completed two weeks of water aerobics, and am going strong.  I see my GP in a few weeks and can hardly wait to brag about my success. No more talking the talk, I am now walking the walk.

At the end of each week, I am pretty tired. I never know how much of that is from exertion, how much is from  being a bit older, and how much is from watching David and John “fix” things.  This week John, with David’s help repaired the framing around the upstairs sliding door. In the process, they broke the glass in the door.

Why do you have a door upstairs anyway? asked ever sensible Kathy.  Because we had a deck/porch/balcony off the upstairs “Master” bedroom, I tell her.  It rotted, we ripped it down and now we have a door that goes no where. I had a carpenter put several bars across the door to keep someone from stepping out into thin air.

When Anderson replaced the windows and downstairs sliding door, David didn’t want them to change his.  Stupidly, I listened to him. Thankfully, I overrode him on the installation of double railings on the stairs, and grab bars and raised toilets in the bathrooms. when he had his latest knee replacement this past fall, he truly appreciated both.

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Granddaughter Rita reports she can feel the “baby’s little feet” kicking away.  I have made great progress with the blanket I am crocheting for him. Will post a photo when I am done, about the time I deliver it for the baby shower in April. Meanwhile, Rita posted the montage below of the baby’s parents, Rita and Chris.IMG_0547

 

 

24 thoughts on “Saturday already

  1. Good to hear you are persevering with the water ‘play’. Part of the reason I moved to another swimming centre was that no matter what temp the little sign said the pool always seemed really cold and I would have white fingers within a short time. Doesn’t happen where I’m going now and its a much older establishment.

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    • This is my same old gym. The other pools in our area..YMCA, have closed. No Christians left in Washington? 😞. The pool I visit now is a little better, the temps so far have been reasonable for older ladies. Upsets the swimmers, however, who think it’s too warm. As long as they cater to seniors, I’ll go.

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  2. Interesting post about all your goings on. Being a home owner it never gets easier to fix all the things that go wrong, especially when it all starts going at once and doesn’t get easier as we get older either. All the family pictures are lovely!

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  3. How remarkable that all those servicemen brothers returned unscathed. So many families lost multiple siblings. I served aboard a WWII aircraft carrier in the late sixties. Many of those pictures looked very familiar.

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    • I knew you were an Ex Navy guy. Is that correct, or do Sailors like their Marine brothers say once a mariner always a mariner? Herman had three battle stars on his dress uniform which has been passed to my oldest son. One was for low Jima where he saw the flag raised up close and personal. Herman was in the worst part of the fighting in the Pacific, 1944-45.

      When I was younger, I got Herman, his brother Jim, and cousin Peg, all of them “former” Marines who fought in the Pacific, to sit down at the kitchen table one night and tell me about their experiences. They really opened up. I had been reading about WWII for one of my undergrad history classes so I was able to ask sensible questions. My only regret..I didn’t tape it. An excellent oral history would have resulted.

      I talked with John on another occasion. And spent some time with Larry who served with the Army in WWI and who was in the Philippines when the Japanese invaded.

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  4. Good for you on keeping up with the exercise — you are inspiring me to try harder. I also deeply admire you for not being afraid to give credit to the family of the father of your children. In my experience, it is rare for someone to acknowledge that their children inherited some good things from their ex’s family. (Heck, sometimes even in extant marriages, people don’t give any credit to their spouse!)

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    • The children loved their father. He was a lousy husband, because other women found him irresistible, and he was weak in that area, (the Johnston curse?) but I never thought it was in the kids interest to dwell on that. My children are all very decent people. I think that is more important than riches and fame!

      And I loved his parents. Many fond memories of my MIL.

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  5. Wow …that was a handsome family of men and we owe them a big thank you for their service.
    So glad the exercise is working for you …it isn’t easy, I know, so you have every right to be proud of yourself.

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