This is me, this is us





Today, I stumbled on another “Frantz” tree. Correction: It is a twig. This immigrant arrived one hundred forty-three years after my immigrant ancestor, sixth great-grandfather, Michael Frantz. So I must retract the earlier statement that all roads lead to Michael Frantz.”  In most cases, the alternate spelling of the surname went back to the same progenitors. Today’s discovery started with a man named Richard Frantz and identified as “adopted.” I spent a lot of time researching and could not locate solid documentation: Was he a “Frantz” by birth? Why didn’t he have the adopted father’s surname? I may never know the answer but I left a trail of valuable information for a fellow researcher.  ~~  Six hundred individuals added to my tree in seven days.

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary…

how does your garden grow?

Very well, thank you!!


In one week’s time, look at the healthy “Topsy-turvy” tomato plant. It reveals four baby tomatoes (in one week). And the bell pepper plant has one “baby” and I anticipate many more!!


I need to make another trip to The Home Depot for more planter soil. I’ve started cucumbers in “starter pots”and Impatiens for hanging baskets. This is getting to be an expensive projectand will get even more expensive when I receive the water bill!! I could buy a lot of veggies for the price of the soil and plantsbut this is my prescription to better health. I must get more fresh air and exercise!!



3:15 PM and I have to admit that I don’t do anything in moderation. As so often confessed, I spend too many hours at the computer doing Ancestry. Today, I can’t seem to find “a stopping point”  so I keep working in the yard. Since I published the earlier portion of this message, I checked the bell pepper plant and there are six or seven more buds ready to open!! Hallelujah!!

Two-percent perspiration…

…and ninety-eight-percent inspiration.

For two days, I have been trying different ways to get my feet higher than my head. Boxes with a sleeping bag on top didn’t work because the sleeping bag crept away!! Now, this isn’t “higher than my head” but it is a comfortable way to rest my feet and legs while sitting in my easy chair watching TV.  I “sit” a lot because my legs hurt a lot. ~~ It has been thirty minutes since “the inspiration,” pictures, and publication!! ~~  The picture’s peculiarity (color-wise) is the left-side picture without a flash and the right-side picture with a flash.


An hour later and I’m here to say: “Necessity is the mother of invention.”  It took a couple of days to figure a way to use things I already have in and around my home. The sleeping bag in the chair was comfortable but the goose-down sleeping bag collapses down to nothing under the weight of my feet and legs. This is worth a try?! (Far better than taking an Aleve?)

The wisdom of Solomon

Your blogger has a routine first thing in the morning. Turn on the TV (at 7:00) and go to the channel for Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN). Then: Watch and listen to Dr. Robert Jeffress, pastor of First Baptist Church of Dallas, Texas. A couple of mornings ago, a beautiful message from Ecclesiastes chapter four. Every one of us, young and old, has suffered this past year. Through it all, I (for one) have had the courage to “carry on” because of my assurance that God loves me and Jesus Christ died for my sins. Eventually, my tears, sadness, depression, and loneliness will be forgotten when I get to Heaven.

Oppression, Toil, Friendlessness

Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun:

I saw the tears of the oppressed—
    and they have no comforter;
power was on the side of their oppressors—
    and they have no comforter.
And I declared that the dead,
    who had already died,
are happier than the living,
    who are still alive.
But better than both
    is the one who has never been born,
who has not seen the evil
    that is done under the sun.

And I saw that all toil and all achievement spring from one person’s envy of another. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

Fools fold their hands
    and ruin themselves.
Better one handful with tranquillity
    than two handfuls with toil
    and chasing after the wind.

Again I saw something meaningless under the sun:

There was a man all alone;
    he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
    yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
    “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—
    a miserable business!

Two are better than one,
    because they have a good return for their labor:
10 If either of them falls down,
    one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
    and has no one to help them up.
11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
    But how can one keep warm alone?
12 Though one may be overpowered,
    two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

Time heals all wounds ?

“Time” has been a subject on my mind recently. The “time” listed on my desktop computer has been wrong since the purchase about fifteen months ago. I corrected the error this morning. “Time” has been on my mind because at this time forty-four years ago, I was preparing for my marriage to Don Edwards. We were married on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, in the beautiful gardens of Westmont College Campus, in Montecito, Santa Barbara County, California. A cruel assessment of the union: It was the marriage from Hell. Directly, and indirectly, it put a strain on my relationship with my three sons–and they rejected me. “Time heals all wounds?”  I pray the time arrives when I am reconciled with my sons. (Parenthetically: “Family” is very important to me and that’s one reason I spend so much time [on Ancestry] weaving families together.)

“All roads lead to Rome”

Have you heard the expression “All roads lead to Rome”?  As I document my extended family, “all roads lead to Michael Frantz.” Seriously, I work with a wide variety of surnames, and then, mysteriously, there is another individual with the “Frantz” surname. It happened again today and I wished I had a tiny bit more information. I did a Google search for “history of the Brethren” and discovered this very valuable book available for reading on the Internet. And I read, and read, and read!!

Oh, what fun !!

In a TV commercial for NutriSystem, Marie Osmond says “Oh, what fun.”  That was my feelingand expressionas I opened the package and saw the wiggly worms. The previous order was a disappointment because the little fellows were invisible to this old lady’s fading eyesight. I emailed Uncle Jim’s Worm Farm and asked if they were microscopic and hibernating. The answer was “yes, yes.” I wasn’t lodging a complaint; I was just asking two questions. A young man was extremely thoughtful, kind, and considerate–and promptly said he would send more worms. (“Customer Service” [for some companies] isn’t always so thoughtful, kind, and considerate.) After the worms were dumped in the center tube of the Garden Tower, I mixed good garden soil with wet shredded paper and dumped it on top of the worms. Now the worms can work their “nutri-system” throughout the Tower. It’s called vermicomposting and the little fellows play a big role in a healthy garden. FYI: The entire Tower is their “bin” and they roam around and aerate the soil, and leave their casting. My job is to feed them my veggie scraps.

Seeking satisfaction

Statis Dermatitis is my self-diagnosed health problem. This has been a months-long pain that I attributed to “too much sitting at the computer.”  Today I did a Google search, asking questions, and found several articles. It would appear “too much sitting…”  was a contributing factor and I may have unwittingly caused a serious health problem.

More than one month ago, I made an appointment with a local doctor. I’ve avoided allopathic doctors like the plague!! I’ve practiced holistic health. Due to the Coronavirus, I haven’t ventured far from home, and have not seen an eye doctor or dentist. Regarding a doctor’s appointment: I still have to wait for another six weeks. Today, I couldn’t wait any longer, I want(ed) an answer. “Dr. Google” to my rescue?!

The coronavirus (man-made in China) has created health problems beyond the virus itself. OMG, the emotional toll it has caused!! The TV news tells the stories.


Postscript at 10:30 AM: I ignored my self-diagnoses and continued at the computer. Mysteriously (out of the blue?), I decided to compare the surnames Frantz and Frontz. Yes, some of the individuals appear in the records as “Frontz” when their lineage is “Frantz.” This will be a BIG job to check each “Frontz” and correct the information!!