…in the enormous downsizing project.

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During our extremely cold weather, I’ve been glued to the computer. I couldn’t walk away!! Mid-afternoon, I got to a “semi” stopping point and forced myself to complete an earlier project. A week (or more) ago, I moved the rack, with DVDs, to the porch. I thought a friend might be interested in the rack and DVDs. “No” everything is available via streaming.”  Being a beautiful afternoon, I stood on the porch, in the sunshine, and transferred the DVDs to a cardboard box. Eventually, they will go to a thrift shop. There are so many projects that should have my time and attention. However, I prefer to “climb trees.”

Remember the quote from Forest Gump? I was documenting an obituary with the surnames of rather “beyond the norm” individuals. Suddenly the “Frantz” name leaped off the page and demanded my attention. Laura was already well-documented in my tree; I was able to add more pieces of information to the jigsaw of families.  A piece of the puzzle here, a piece of the puzzle there. Oh happy day!

After I read an email message from an RVing friend, I went back to reminisce my RVing experiences.  The reader of this blog can maneuver backward and forward from this specific message from thirteen years ago. One obvious similarity: COLD. As I publish this (at 10:10 AM), the outdoor temperature is thirty–five degrees and the icicles are melting.

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February 2, 2012
What species?
My funny Valentine
February 2, 2015
One last time?
Tremendous Thursday
“If only” A familiar lament.
Cute little rodent?!
Would if I could but I can’t
Running in circles
Repeat: Just a Janitor

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This is a follow-up to the earlier message. The first image illustrates the numerous “hints” in need of attention. The second image reveals the hints were investigated and sources were saved. Dozens of individuals…, hundreds of sources. ~~ More obituaries are waiting for my attention. They “piled up” when I was too sick to focus on computer genealogy.

Late afternoon, yesterday, I discovered I had an unimaginable error with one individual. OMG, it has taken all day to research and properly document that person. While trekking through the forest, I found several other errors (not of my making) and corrected them. “Just a janitor cleaning up messes.” ~~ True story: Many years ago I earned my living as a proofreader of telephone book listings. Imagine reading “letter for letter and number for number.” I think that experience trained my brain. Perhaps I’m safe saying “Through the years, errors have a way of grabbing my attention.”

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“Lost in the forest”  seemed an appropriate title because there are so many trees and many are identical. After focusing on a specific tree, I’d find myself questioning “Where was I?”

I just finished a two-day labor of love regarding the obituary of an Old German Baptist Brethren cousin. Two days!! I document the extended family and usually there is never a stopping point. It’s 4:15 PM and I’m ready to start documenting the obituary of another cousin—and the extended family. See all those green leaves? Those are “hints” and I won’t leave the families until there are no more hints. Actually, there are dozens more individuals who will get my time and attention. They are siblings who do not appear on the ancestor chart. Check back later when there will be another chart without green leaf hints.

Ten-year anniversary with Ancestry.com.

A Legacy in Music: Bill and Gloria Gaither. Yours truly was weary of the constant news footage of the horrific incident in Memphis, Tennessee. A click of my TV remote and I was viewing Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN). Oh boy, oh joy, a program about Bill and Gloria Gaither. For decades, I’ve enjoyed the Gaithers. The ninety-minute program was immediately repeated and I watched again. Repeat: “Oh boy, oh joy.” ~~ To emphasize—and personalize—one of their musical creations: “I can face tomorrow (today) because He lives.“

“Cousin” sends obituaries but he relies on information in my tree for supporting information (and that is positively OK with me).

Feeling better—thanks to two new prescriptions—but lack the energy to tackle the neglected projects. Frankly, barely enough energy to climb a tree.