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Gifts are wholeheartedly received. An additional “gift” is news that the kidnapped missionaries managed to escape their captors.

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**If** I had their names, I might make a “cousin” connection. **If** not blood relatives, they are brothers and sisters in our love for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ—and Jesus is the reason for the season.

Yesterday, I was documenting the “Wright” family (“Wright brothers“)—without any known connection to the “Frantz” family. Continuing research, today, I accidentally stumbled on Margaret Wright married to Joseph Frantz. Obviously, indubitably, I had to pursue the two individuals. Here I am, four hours later, and I can display before and after images. First image: Introduction. Second image: Their ancestry. This avid Frantz–family historian did not find a connection to previously documented Frantz–family ancestors. Furthermore, no connection to the Wright family in yesterday’s research. This “tree climber” had the “right” incentive but the individuals belong to the “wrong” trees. Correction: Not necessarily the “wrong” trees—just not Lorraine’s forest of trees.

The only way I could escape the discomfort*…, escape into the “wonderland” of Ancestry.com. “A picture is worth a thousand words”  so I prepared “pictures” to illustrate complicated relationships. Perhaps subscribers to Ancestry will “look” at valuable information when they ignored written material. (Who reads Wills and Census records? **)

*My body aches all over!!
**Lorraine reads Wills and Census records.

Two days in my pajamas.

I can’t get interested in TV—not even a Hallmark movie. I’m not even interested in “climbing the family tree.”  You might agree that there’s something wrong with me? ~~ Right after I publish this message, I’m planning to wrap up in the Slanket and sip my tea.

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I was preparing to write a blog message about “Mrs. Dolittle” because I anticipated that would be the course of my day. All of a sudden, I heard such a clatter, I sprang from my computer chair to see what was the matter. What to my dismayed eyes should appear, “clutter” (a day’s work, I fear).

Coins are all over the floor. Bottle tops, too (because I save “bottle tops” to put in the bottom of planters—but I’m not “gardening” anymore). You can see my makeshift bookcase of plastic crates. Regrettably, I have too much weight in the upper crates.  ~~~ It’s time to forget “moaning and groaning”  and get busy doing clean-up and reorganizing that corner of my living room. (Shift some to a box for donations?)

Postscript @ eleven and clean-up and organization complete. However, I should sort and discard (or donate).

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I didn’t want to get out of bed!! I ache all over!! However, I crave my fresh-ground gourmet coffee!!

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“They”  forced me to do it!!

“Shame on them”  (the unvaccinated) is one quote from Meet the Press with Chuck Todd (Sunday, 12 Dec 2021). We (the unvaccinated) have been called “murderers.” (Do an Internet search for articles; I won’t contribute links.) I did not want to put that poison in my body; “they”  forced me to do it.