…on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, in the gardens of Westmont College, Santa Barbara, California, this blogger married Donald Dean Edwards.

On this Sunday evening (Memorial Day weekend), I’ve walked away from two computers and I’m relaxing in front of the television. CBS is showing Titanic and I confess “better late than never.”

I’ve said it previously and I’ll repeat it now “There is a ‘Frantz’ wife in every surname.”   That is “in every Old German Baptist Brethren list of surnames.” This was a pleasant surprise. Remember, a few hours earlier I came across another surprise connection.

FYI: Martha Ann Frantz is my second-cousin-three-times-removed.

Lorraine won’t complain about the pain. I checked the Internet and the wasp/hornet sting won’t kill me (praise the Lord). But it sure does itch!!! My arm up to my elbow is bright pink.

I’ve been climbing the Brubaker family tree—woven into my Frantz family tree. “Brubaker” led to “Fisher” and then SURPRISE, SURPRISE I was looking at Samuel Frantz–my fourth-great-uncle. I have stumbled on information that may take hours to document. (OMG, I can’t believe it is ten PM. Time flies when we’re having fun!)

Decades ago, Corrie ten Boom told her story in a book titled The Hiding Place. Before that, we had Anne Frank and her Diary. Lorraine’s “hiding place” is spacious by comparison. My new (used) trailer is four times larger than the 5th-wheel trailer I lived in for six years. During this Coronavirus pandemic, I’m so grateful for my own washer and dryer so I don’t need to use a public laundry facility. God is so good!! I have a large fenced yard that requires very little maintenance. I have a large supply of “emergency food” purchased several years ago “in case” we experience another hurricane. ~~~ While I was praying and thanking my Heavenly Father for His provisions, I saw the similarity between my documentation during isolation and that of Corrie ten Boom and Anne Frank. My blog has very few readers (this is my “diary”) and my words won’t garner worldwide attention. Humor me?! I felt prompted to publish my praise for my Father God who has been providing for me. Before the Coronavirus pandemic, before this enforced isolation, He led me to a place where I have Godly neighbors. I could expand the list but “little is much when God is in it.”

mounme  = most unusual message

Yesterday, a flying insect bit me!! Wasp or hornet, I don’t know. I can verify that the sting was extremely painful!! I suffered in silence; I didn’t tell my neighbors when they came to offer “another pair of hands” with the patriotic bottle display (pabodi). The bite is on my right hand near the thumb but (as you can see) I’m not letting it keep me from typing. I spent hours on the computer yesterday. This morning, my hand and arm are “itchy” and I can’t stop scratching!! An anti-itch cream doesn’t seem to be effective!! Worse today and if this persists I won’t be spending time on the computer.

“Most unusual message” intended to put a smile on your face!!

Assuredly, I would have entered more names (and documented a thousand more sources) if I had not been side-tracked with the Myrtle Traxler  Family Tree. My “first love” is my Frantz ancestry. The past two days, I’ve been documenting Brubaker and a dozen other surnames. A cousin sent an obituary (via email) and I (most assuredly) needed to document the families.

A genealogy cousin recently teased me about being “a glutton for punishment.”  I confess that I resemble that remark.  🙂 🙂   While documenting the families related to a fifth-cousin, I detected “cousin marriages.” It took considerable time to trace the parents back to the common ancestor. It took time to prepare the charts. Well-documented families is my goal.

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“Cousin” sent this clipart (left). “The old lady” searched for an image to illustrate her big laugh (then and now). In times like these (pandemic isolation) “laughter is the best medicine.”

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A neighbor came to my rescue and hung the hooks. I’m so grateful for “helping hands” at my Waco address. FYI: The bottles were previously displayed in the same location but less conspicuous (imho).

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“Tired” of isolation. Tuesday was the exception, otherwise three months since I left the RV Park. “Tired” of TV.

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