2 Generations Years Apart

A photograph of my cousin and me with our grandmother and great aunt.  From left to right: Auntie, Janet, Betsy, Grandma Friend – on the front steps of my grandparents home on Wildwood Street in Winchester Massachusetts.  Auntie was my grandfather’s sister.  The photograph dates from the early 1940’s.


Return to Blogging Chapter 2

It has been technically challenging to be blogging again, but I am enjoying it and making new links to friends, old and new.  Following the search for the missing mouse — it was found almost in plain sight.  It had slipped underneath a little pile of papers in the bookcase – not a logical place for said mouse but never mind – it has been found.  Thanks to my tech advisers who supplied a picture of the missing item.  At first I didn’t even know what I was looking for.  Ho ho aha – so that’s it.  Communication via iPhone’s camera.

16904643_1593473550680069_7342836717768429481_oA wise owl – the eyes have it.

Two Mice

Mouse No. 1 – the mouse that I am looking for in order to use my main computer

Mouse No. 2 – the live mouse that took up residence in our house last September

We finally realized the presence of number 2 mouse in January and with the help of a professional, James chased Mouse 2 upstairs and delivered a fatal blow.  Katerina was oblivious.  She prefers nocturnal hunts outside.

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A Bad Day

I am having a bad day.  Now that I am blogging again I decided to use my main computer rather than this laptop.  I haven’t used my main computer since we moved in February.  One of the reasons for not using it was that there was no electrical outlet in that section of our new apartment.  It took time to resolve that problem – we had to get permission from the upper echelons of the administration and to have the work order executed.  (Pardon the double entendre)  But even then I didn’t actually turn the computer on until this morning.  Ping…..a beautiful sight met my eyes.  That old beautiful familiar screen lit up……..it went through its paces and eventually asked for the MOUSE.  OOPS.  I. had lots of bits and bobs sitting by the computer but NO MOUSE.  I’ve searched!!  Did it get lost or misplaced in the move?   I’ve placed a call to my tech adviser, no reply yet.  I wait.

My Ancestors (49 and 50) – Joseph Bradford and Jael (Hobart) Bradford

"Greatest Generation" Life Lessons

Last June I read about a Challenge, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks, and I was intrigued. I decided to take up the challenge. Some Ancestors may take more than one week, but I still intend to write about 52 Ancestors. I hope you enjoy reading about My Ancestors as much as I am looking forward to researching and writing about them. 

Governor William Bradford; (2) Joseph Bradford; (3)Elisha Bradford; (4)Laurana Bradford; (5) Hannah McFarland; (6) Jennings Rider; (8)Dickerman Allen Rider; (9) Dickamon Allen Rider; (10) Marian Edith Rider; (11) Marian Dunlap Irwin; (12)Judith Anne Guion

Two weeks ago, as I was going through the Lewis, Rider, Irwin folder where I started collecting information on these families in 1975, I came across a piece of paper that I had either forgotten about or did not notice.  It was sent to me by my mother’s sister, Margaret (Irwin) Mitchell Sedberry.  Her note…

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The U.S. Marine Corps in China – part I

Pacific Paratrooper

Marines in China

On September 2, 1945, Japanese representatives boarded the battleship USS Missouri. World War II had been brought to a swift conclusion. To the men of the III Marine Amphibious Corps (IIIAC), already training for the proposed invasion of Japan, this was welcome news indeed.

The leathernecks knew that an invasion of the Japanese home islands would have been bloody.  Now the nightmare seemed over, and the Marines looked forward to returning to the States.

But instead of going home, the IIIAC Marines found that they were going to be sent to China instead. This was a bitter disappointment for many, but some actually looked forward to an adventure in the Far East. Private Harold Stevens of the 29th Marines was thrilled that he was not going back to his family’s farm in Pennsylvania. He was only 19 but was already a veteran of the bloody battles…

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