The End of an Old Tradition...

With our recent home remodel and adding a larger dining table so that we all could sit at the table at the same time, I had great visions of a warm, fuzzy Thanksgiving dinner filled with love, joy and comradery; fuzzy not meaning bacteria is growing but referring to good feelings.

Our dinner took several hours to prepare and as the family members arrived and we sat down to eat, my warm fuzzies quickly turned to realities of obnoxious bickering, strained conversation and picky eaters that ate like birds! When I joked about preparing TV dinners next year since we aren't eating much these days, one member said that cooking is way too much work and it is much easier to eat out.

As the day ended, I looked around at our grown children/grandchildren and sadly realized, we have each gone in our own directions and the only thing we really have in common any more is the binding thread of love and our last name. So, out with old traditions and in with new ones. With no guilt, next holiday, instead of making turkey, I'll let them make reservations...

It's a good thing!

Threads That Bind...

A few weeks ago I did a surname search for a project that I was working on and happened upon Ancestry.com. After finding the information I needed, I decided to type in my dad's name just to see if any thing came up. Much to my surprise, a forum came up with a post from 2006 from someone that was looking for his grandfather. After reading the post, I realized this was the son of my long deceased half brother.

What a joy his son has been to correspond with. I have found out things about my dad's side of the family that I never knew. My grandmother was the great grand daughter of a Texas Cherokee American Indian Chief, Chief John ‘Duwa’li’ Bowles, that died in the last Indian battle in Texas in 1839. Strangely enough, his Historical Marker is only a few miles from our current home. I have often wondered what brought me to this beautiful part of Texas fourteen years ago that feels so much like it has been my home forever. Now I know...the good Lord and the threads that bind...