Yesterday, while documenting a branch of the Frantz family tree, I came across Nora B. Frantz (1890-1979). Alarm bells went off in my mind: “She doesn’t belong to that family” (the family that a “hint” was suggesting). This morning, I did a search and began to document her family. Here is her father, and father’s father, etc.

Look: Jacob is my third cousin three times removed. I’ll spare the reader the details about how “we” got here at 4:35 on a Wednesday morning in August. ~~~~ I’m praising God, my Heavenly Father, for the gift of a remarkable memory for members of my enormous forest of family.

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Postscript: Curiosity prompted me to explore for information hidden on branches of the trees. I found “comments” that revealed I documented these families in early November 2020 (nine months ago). ~~ Failing eyesight but sharp memory! Praise God!!

Even later postscript: My mind—and my memory—questioned the close cousin relationship. Another problem?? Our “close” relationship is through my grandmother Traxler and not through grandfather Frantz. How interesting.

. . . . . . . . Lorraine . . . . . . .

It’s the middle of the night and I’m wide awake. It seems “such a waste of time”  to toss and turn in bed. “In the middle of the night,”  I was reminiscing about a young woman who was (and is) precious to me. I don’t “do” Facebook; maybe she reads my blog. I’m sending love and lots of virtual hugs!!

A visitor will see all that coffee on top of the kitchen cupboards. Have you noticed that coffee prices have increased? That’s what I heard on TV. So I couldn’t resist buying four cans when I saw them discontinued and discounted. Truthfully, I’ll share with the RV Park residents who get together, at 8 o’clock, at the Clubhouse, for coffee. I don’t “go” but I’ll gladly share.

Here’s “Mr. Red”—owner-manager of the RV Park—ready to carry my groceries to the front porch. He makes the coffee—in the Clubhouse—almost every morning. **If** we didn’t have the Coronavirus, more residents would get together. This month, we have four new residents on two sites. Before the end of the year, occupants will change on two more sites (that I’m aware of).

Going grocery shopping before it gets “too hot.”

“This double cousin chart prompted this researcher to explore two sons of Michael Peters (1748-1835). Both Michael D. Peters and Daniel Peters identified with identical birthdates. Were they twins? If twins, they would have the same mother. One man?” <<<<< That’s the message I posted with that chart yesterday (on Ancestry). Late in the day, yesterday, I received this obituary from “cousin Patrick.” The lady, “Lois,” was not in my database but the connection was made with her grandfather. “Yes,”  she is another descendant of the families in the chart. Lois is my seventh cousin. ~~ It’s uncanny how often new information dovetails with recent documentation.

I get “involved” with a research project and I can’t walk away!! This “mell-of-a-hess” was a challenge to unravel. All this because “cousin” sent a comment regarding an individual in my database. The problem stems from Ancestry Member Family Trees copying from one another rather than studying a record to see if names—and dates—are accurate. Below is something I labeled “inexcusable” (and [shame on me] I misspelled the word in the image).

…tomorrow morning when it is cool!!

I’m out of sugar, for nectar, for the Hummingbirds. The refrigerator is empty. I can’t procrastinate any longer!! I’ve got to go grocery shopping.

“I’ll not be defeated, I’ll not be defeated anymore”  are the words of a Christian chorus. I’m humming the tune as I start this message. I was “climbing the family tree” in my dream and I got up and came to the computer. From what I’ve seen (in my database), the details were eighty-five percent correct. My dream might be one-hundred percent correct? I’m known to be wrong. Last night (before ten) cousin Patrick (the obituary distributor guy) brought an error to my attention. ~~ OK, back to bed. ~~

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We Will Not Be Defeated
We Will Not Be Defeated Anymore
Jesus Christ Gods Only Son
Fought The Battle And He Won
We Will Not Be Defeated Any More
We Will Not Be Defeated
We Will Not Be Defeated Any More
Since The Holy Ghost Came In
Gave Us Power Over Sin
We Will Not Be Defeated Any More

In a dream, I was researching. It was a challenge but I successfully documented the man. When I awakened I thought I’d quickly write down his name and dates—but instantaneously I forgot everything. I’m starting my day exhausted because I’ve been climbing trees all night!! ~~ I’ll add to this message as I work toward making this a “good Friday.”

Sitting on my porch, drinking coffee, the thought came to mind “rabble-rouser.”  If it were not so miserably hot (most of the time), I’d “shake things up”  around here. All (almost all) of the residents are as isolated in their homes as I have been. The Coronavirus—and the variants—have stolen our lives!! Yes, I’ve had my hobby but I’ve missed social interaction. Even this morning, I am “self-isolating” because I’m not going to the Clubhouse for waffles and fellowship.

I started my day with a “trike ride” followed by some gardening—and “oddball” projects.

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“Special delivery” from Mr. Red: Two waffles. While it was reheating, I went back to my outdoor project. I “know better”; I “know” I shouldn’t be using the stove while outdoors!! (Bronze medal winner for participating in the game of outdoors??)

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I was “motivated” to work on projects in the yard, and carport. Regrettably, too hot!!

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