Meet one of my maternal great-grandmothers. This is Ida Alberta Rogers Temple Keener (1881-1963). We think this is about the time she married my maternal great-grandfather in 1904. She has such a pretty Gibson Girl look that is truly a Throwback.
Happy New Year! Enjoy celebrating safely tonight!
It was the last Sunday in July again, time for Mom put on her program for the annual Hicks Family Reunion. I went down to assist. This year she was doing her grandmother’s line. That’s our claim to the Hicks family.
It all started with David C. Hicks and Sarah Dennis Hicks. They married in Cocke County, Tennessee in 1830. David met Sarah when he crossed the mountain from Virginia on his way to buy a farm and set up housekeeping in Middle Tennessee. He must have been a non-inheriting son to be moving like that. He was born 10 Apr 1804 in Albemarle County, Virginia and died 09 Oct 1850 in Cocke County, Tennessee. All I know is that his father was David James (or possibly James David) Hicks born in 1774 in Virginia. David C.’s mother was Jemima Tennal (spelling according to their marriage record also spelled Tinnell in family Bibles). They married in 1770 in Albemarle County, Virginia. It is very probably that David James’s father fought in the Revolutionary War given his age and location, but on what side we don’t know.
Sarah Dennis was born about 1812 in June in Cocke County, Tennessee and died 8 Mar 1898 in Cocke, Tennessee. Her parents came to Tennessee to live on her maternal grandfather’s land grant for service in the Revolutionary War. He was Hugh Creighton (B 1730 Ireland, D.1804 New Jersey where his son Patrick lived) and served in the Revolutionary War. He already had a farm in South Carolina so he gave (or they purchased) his land grant in Tennessee to his daughter Anne and her husband John Dennis. The name Creighton with various spellings was carried forth in the Hicks family in his honor to this day. Anne and John had at least three children one of which was the first Joel Dennis. He married Margaret Henry (which makes this line from my maternal grandfather related to the line of my maternal grandmother truly kissing cousins) and they were the parents of the Sarah Dennis that founded the Tennessee Hicks line from which I am descended ( the post about Joel Dennis from the Civil War was his son, Sarah’s brother)
Sarah and David C. had 8 children. Their youngest was David Crockett Hicks ( his father’s middle initial is C. but we don’t know what it stood for, he was however a constituent of the famous David Crockett of Alamo fame) who is my great great grandfather. Crockett was a character about whom tales are still told. He had a temper and was lazy. He was born 27 Jul 1852 Cocke, TN and died 16 Aug 1943 Sevier, TN. He married a Margaret Jane Denton (from whom I have another Revolutionary War ancestor) in about 1873. The courthouse burned in Cocke County so the exact date has been lost. She however was born 18 Jun 1854 Cocke, Tennessee and died 04 Jan 1949 Sevier, Tennessee. Here’s a photo of them and their living adult children.
The reunion consists of the descendants from those in the picture. In their later years Crockett and Margaret moved about living with their children as Crockett never owned land or made a homestead. Each living child (Dibrelle was killed soon after this photo but that’s a story for another post) took turns keeping crochety old Crockett and quiet Margaret. My great grandmother was Ollie Belle (b 16 Jan 1888 Cocke,TN d 25 Oct 1975 Blount,TN) and if you were being disagreeable she’d call you Crockett.
She married Milas Lavator Rolen (b 22 Jun 1880 Sevier, TN d 28 Dec 1936 Sevier, TN) on 12 May 1907 in Sevier, TN. Here they are on their wedding day.
He was a sheriff for a few years then went to the US Marshals and became a Revenuer. They had 7 children. Here they are with their family.
My grandfather was John Hollis Rolen (b. 23 Nov 1909 Sevierville, TN d. 08 Feb 1975 Sevierville, TN). He did many things in his life and some day I’ll share his security clearance form for WWII in a post that outlines many things he did some we didn’t know. However most of my mother’s life and all of mine he was an engineer for the 3M Company. Yes the post-it and Scotch Tape people. He married Johnnie Mae Temple (b 23 May 1913 Sevier, TN d. 11 Feb 2007 Sevier, TN). Here’s a photo of them just shortly after they married. They married 08 Apr 1939 in Alcoa, Blount, Tennessee.
They had two children. My mom Sylvia came first then John Hollis Jr. Unfortunately Junior died of a heart defect shortly after being born. Mom made it and is still going strong. She married my dad Sidney Bright. Here they are on their wedding day.
Well they had me! That’s how I wound up being at the Dandridge Tennessee Senior Center on the last Sunday in June this year for the Hicks Reunion. Mom traced down all the descendants from Ollie Belle. She worked on it for the full year! It took three volumes. She not only got a data on everyone but also did a small personal biography of each person and a photo page. Really hard work and excellent results. Here’s my copy of all three volumes.
Turn out was good. Ollie Belle Hicks Rolen, Sarah Hicks Rolen Baxter, and Bessie Parlee Hicks Williams decendants were represented. Here’s this year’s group shot.
The next reunion with be year after next. That’ll give mom time to relax and work on the Williams line from Bessie Parlee Hicks.
During the initial stages of dealing with Rappy’s injury (She did it right before we left and was hospitalized the whole time we were gone) we attended a joyous occasion of Aaron graduating from Basic Training. He’s in the ROTC program for the Army/Wisconsin Army National Guard. Part of this is he has to complete Army Basic Training. He did his at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri. Here’s the trip in pictures. As always you can click on one and go to my Flickr account where there are many more (yes this for the grandmothers.)
To get there we went through St. Louis.
Then we got to the base. Now I know why the Army guys called it Ft. Lost In The Woods because it’s in the middle of NO WHERE!
RHP – rank has privileges. Yet being an Senior Officer Mike reserved a cabin for us and his parents. It was nice with two bedrooms, full kitchen, living room, and bath. If you are really curious there are photos of the interior over on Flickr. We were on base and didn’t have a far drive to anywhere. Not that there was a lot to go to other than the graduation. We did spend time at the museums on base (another post for that) when Aaron was busy.
Needless to say I was thrilled to see him. (not at all thrilled to see myself in a photo it always makes me feel physically ill). We had to sign him and his friend out for the evening. It was nice and we took them to dinner on base. His friend didn’t have family coming in for the ceremony so it was good to take him away from the barracks to relax. It was their first time out since they got there in January. Which reminds me here’s a picture of Aaron talking with Mike as he waited to leave for Basic.
Always going through the ever present paperwork.
Any way we got the guys back to the barracks and signed in for the night. Len and Donna, Mike’s parents, arrived later that night and we all got some sleep. It was a long day and stressful dealing with Rappy’s medical decisions multiple times a day during the whole process.
There aren’t any really good pictures of the ceremony. It was dark. We were far away. It was packed crowded. Still the graduation consisted mostly of jodis (the chants they march to), slide shows, music, and speeches.
Aaron was one of three graduates to make a speech. He was the last and spoke on courage. The funny story to that is he got up to the podium to find his speech notes gone, they were supposed to be there. So he just had to give it off the cuff from memory after only doing it a few times before. He did excellent his time as a state officer in DECA served him well. He maintained excellent eye contact with the audience and didn’t faulter. Talk about courage – then again he’s like me performing in front of people isn’t too bad.
We did make more pictures of him in his dress uniform after. Here he is with his proud dad.
Here he is with his friends that came with us. They didn’t have family attending so we took them out to eat off base to celebrate. Where did they want to go? Buffalo Wild Wings of course! LOL! Then just hang out at the cabin enjoying seeing tv, having their cell phones, and internet available for the first time since January.
Really it wasn’t THAT serious of a dinner but I KNOW he got tired of having his picture taken. He was also anxious to get some private time to call and talk with Sara. Once that was done it was a quick dinner on base then back to the barracks for the boys (I guess they are men now being in the Army and all). We chilled at the cabin. I had a good cry about Rappy as her prognosis wasn’t improving.
The next morning was a bit more time to ourselves as Aaron had to check into his next training school. That was 88Mike a big equipment/truck driving school. We checked out the on base museums. Something to see and got lots of photos for another post. Rappy was stablizing but still didn’t know if shew was going to make it until we got home.
After that we got Aaron. First he ad to deal with some uniform stuff. Also had to get the internet repaired at the cabin so Aaron could do his taxes. It wasn’t fun but we got it done.
Yes there were more pictures posed for to avoid Mom taking candids. He likes his picture taken just a wee bit less than I do.
Under his new command he had to wear a water camelback at all times.
I teased him about he wouldn’t dehyrdrate while driving that way. Also they marched about wearing eye protection glasses. I asked if eye injuries resulting from marching had resulted in this new development (new since Mike went through his training *cough* 30 yrs ago *cough*) Aaron just laughed and said the Drill Instructors wouldn’t put it past new recruits to poke themselves in the eye while walking. LOL!
We took Aaron to lunch on base at the golf course then dropped him off at his new school. That was the trip. Now he’s finishing up that school. Scary thought my son could now be driving a big rig – the boy I taught to drive! He’ll be coming home in a week or so. Then it’s back to college a changed man from the experience I’m sure.
I am at a loss as to what to say about the past few weeks. They were deeply painful in the losses we suffered. When the time is right I will write about it as I always do but for now that would be opening healing wounds. So I shall carry on with healing and with writing.
I am so behind on blogging given the list of topics I have… but the good news is that means I’m not out of ideas. The good news for you is you don’t have to see bottom of the barrel scrapings of writing I have fodder for months! Today I’ll turn to how plain dusty records that are bland in and of themselves tell a vibrant story of a very interesting man. Now on with the post…
You know I love a good story. That’s partly why I love genealogy – the records tell stories of people long gone. Let’s take Joel Dennis Jr. born 1828 d 1896. He was your basic subsistence Appalachian farmer. His relation to me is 3rd great grand uncle, which is neither here nor there just why he’s on my list of potential Civil War vets in my family tree. He was the right age at the right time to get swept up in the war. So when I ran a list of new tree additions that met the criteria to serve he showed up. Well yesterday I found his service record and POW record. Pretty dry stuff until you read it and glean out his story. He was 5’8″ tall had a dark complexion from working in the fields, his hair was dark but I bet his blue eyes were piercing from their darker setting. He could read and write which was unique at the time in that area for those in his situation.
First off know his father was a Col in the Union Calvary and his brother was a Pvt in the Union mounted infantry. So I was surprised to find he was a Confederate (one of 7 so far in my tree and yes I’m a Southerner but come from predominately Union area of East TN) He enlisted in Cocke County Tennessee where he lived with his wife Matilda and son Robert. He signed to Capt. Lynch’s Company (Tennessee Light Artillery) as a Private. He mustered into the Confederate Army on 30 Jun 1863. On 4 Jul 1863 he was captured by the Union in Vicksburg Mississippi. His glorious career was all of 4 days.
Here you gotta know a bit of history – Vicksburg was big awful battle. The Union captured a lot men in this battle but really didn’t have the capacity to imprison them all. So given as oaths and signing them were very important back then they offered parole to their Union families to those whoo would sign a loyalty oath. Joel refused to sign. I could see an arrogant just enlisted young man refusing such a thing.
He was in the Marine Hospital in Vicksburg on 17 Jul 1863 and was granted mercy parole by Lt. Col. W. P. Davis of the 23 Indiana Volunteers (a Union regiment) without signing the oath. He must have been faking it or not very sick/injured given what he did next. Not having signed the oath Joel fought again against the Union and was captured in Memphis on 20 Jul 1863. On 3 Aug 1863 he was sent to St. Louis military brig as an “ardent Rebel who will not reform.” There he was held there until 14 Aug 1863 where he was transferred to Camp Morton in Indianapolis.
Here I go back to his home in Cocke county. Matilda died of typhoid fever in 1864 while he languished at Camp Morton. One can only guess that when word reached him his resolve was crushed. His boy was an orphan living with his mother, the wife of a Union Col. If he ever wanted his family again he’d have to go over to their side. I’m only guessing that’s what happen but seems reasonable as he requested the loyalty oath parole still available to POWs from Vicksburg. On 2 Jan 1865 he signed the oath that he had refused to sign a year and half before. I am sure he was a changed man after such a long time as a prisoner. He then returned home and took up farming again, married a Union widow, and had two daughters. He never claimed a Confederate pension.
I find it interesting in my great grandmother’s notes about the Dennis family she didn’t note he was a Reb. She did note it on others. I think it is possible she didn’t know. I could see that he returned and the family took him back never mentioning it again.
You see there is a story in the old dry service records, POW files, death certificates and such. When you put them together the life of a farmer more than 100 years ago during a turbulent time comes back. Joel, Matilda, and their son Robert were just one family of many that knew the hardship of war.
Until next time.
People often comment how far I’ve gotten in genealogical research in the few short years I’ve been doing it. My dear departed friend Sandy, was into genealogy for decades and couldn’t build her family tree as much as I did mine in the first year. The thing is – I was standing on the shoulders of generations of genealogists in the various families. I was blessed with a family that seemed to have one history buff that was into researching the family or documenting it every generation. I just had to pull it together. Yet there are two things that lurk in the tree – walls and ghosts.
Walls are people you just can’t seem to get past. You can’t find documentation as to who their parents were, where they came from, or how they just showed up to start that branch of the family. One of my walls is Jordan Temple, my 3rd great grandfather. I have much documentation on him after he married my 3rd great grandmother, Matilda Henry, in Greene County Tennessee on the 11 Feb 1836. Then his disappears into Loudon County, Tennessee after her death. It’s as if Matilda made him a person – before and after her he didn’t exist.
Ghosts – no not the spooky ones – the people that you find hints about in your research but never quite get documentation to firm them up and put them in the tree. There’s two related to Matilda – Isaac VanHoozer and Isaac Anderson Henry. Let’s go back to those genealogists whose shoulders I stand. One has put Isaac VanHoozer as Matilda’s first husband. Others have noted him as the father of her son Isaac Anderson Henry. All seem to agree that the birth took place in Greene County, Tennessee. When I saw that I was thrilled. Not just that I grew up in Greene County go back there regularly to visit my folks thus have a chance to research this but Greene county is blessed with intact records that go back to its founding. There have been no courthouse or record fires in its history! To add to my good luck they have a genealogy library that has a great staff to assist you! I should find something right?
Wrong. I did find the VanHoozers and several Isaacs of the right age to father a child by Matilda. There was no record of Matilda marrying anyone but Jordan. So the marriage thing might just have been a polite way to establish Isaac Anderson’s parentage. Next stop was the Bastard Index. Back then if an unmarried woman had a child out of wedlock a man had to go to court with her to declare he’d be responsible for the child. I’d guess either her father, William Henry, or the father of the child, Isaac VanHoozer, would have done this. No, no record of that. Next was the Indentured Children Record, these were the sad children, usually non-declared bastards meaning no man took responsibility for them in court. They became what we’d call ward of the court. Back then they were hired out to work for room and board usually on farms. Think – Cinderella type story. Nope didn’t find him there.
I thought maybe he went with his father. Why that would be and he’d not take his father’s name I wasn’t sure. However. my bad luck trying to find this ghost continued. That section of land left Greene County to become part of another county during that time. That county has had record fires. So another dead end into ashes. **sigh**
I did get a hint in some other genealogists research that Isaac Anderson was indentured when his mother married Jordan. That would make sense as he doesn’t appear on the census in his mother’s or his Henry grandparent’s households. The other hint was he was a Confederate in the Civil War, if he was this would add to the rift as the Temples were staunch Unionist. Following up on that I did find an Isaac A H VanHoozer that was a Confederate from East Tennessee. Now if it’s him or another of the plethora of Isaac VanHoozers – I don’t know. He had the right initials and was the right age. I followed him in records hoping at some point he’d have to state his parents names. Not found it yet but did find a picture related to the search of Isaac A. H. VanHoozer – him? probably the man whose records I’d been following. If he was Matilda’s son, I don’t know. He wound up in Arkansas after the war. It seems many East Tennessee Confederates went there not being welcome in their home area any more (remember East Tennessee was Union).
That is where I currently sit. Looking at a cyanotype of a rugged man whose face speaks of a hard life and wondering if that life included being abandoned by his mother when she married a man that wouldn’t accept her non-declared bastard. Then, rejected by the community to which he never belonged due to his birth circumstances, he chose the opposite side in the war only to lose and be further ostracized. Or is this just my writer’s imagination filling in the blanks? Am I taking scraps of information and weaving them together? As it is I don’t even have proof Matilda gave birth to an Isaac Anderson Henry beyond a few notes of hobby genealogists like myself pondering this mysterious link. Like all ghosts, it’s just a glimpse of something. One that might mean something or just be my imagination running away with me.
Until next time.
I’ve always liked cemeteries. No, not for the macabre reasons. I them for lots of reasons.
I like them because they are peaceful and scenic. If you want a place to go and be left to your thoughts, a cemetery is the place. Honestly even in a big city it’s quiet and people leave you alone. I’m not advocating being unsafe here like going to dangerous areas alone or at night in areas not well lit. But to sit quietly and think without shouts of people playing and such. A nice cemetery is the place to go.
They are great places to learn photography due to textures, colors, distances, shapes, etc. You can learn a lot about composition of shots. You can learn about depth of field and focus. You can work on macro and distance compositions. You can gain different textures to see how it effects the shots and mood of the prints. It’s where I went to learn how to use a SLR before there was any automatic settings at all – everything was manual and I used film.
Cemeteries are an excellent place to learn history of an area. Without a guide you can wander a cemetery looking at death dates to pick up times of hardship in a community. You can see bad winters, epidemics, and armed conflicts. You can see about when the earliest people came to the area by the dates on the oldest graves. You can know a lot about cultural influences by the monuments and methods of burial. If you know your symbols of tombs and general symbology of the predominate culture (in the old US cemeteries that’s predominately European) you can learn about the people – their hopes, dreams, fears, and loyalties.
If you are into genealogy you can learn a lot about families. Often on the tombs you’ll get marriages, children, and such. You can see how say this family merged with that one with several marriages over a century. You can also watch family names die out as a generation of only girls marry off to other names. Sometimes you can see immigration patters as places of birth or death are noted if they aren’t where the plot is located. You can find information about military service that will lead to military records and more finds.
This time of year there are many cemetery tours. Some offer tales of the spooky and some offer history, I enjoy both types. Recently Mike and I went on two of these tours that were history centered. The photos here came from those walks. I’ll be doing posts to tell what I learned on the walks but first I thought October was the perfect time share a post in the praise of cemeteries beyond a place to store the dead.
Until next time!
Last week I made a trip to Alabama with my mother. The point was genealogy research. Her father, John Hollis Rolen’s next younger brother, Milas, settled in Alabama after World War II. We went to connect with his descendants. Boy were we beneficiaries of true Southern Hospitality! We stayed with Milas’s son Milas aka Doodle and his lovely wife Miriam. Peggy, Doodle’s sister, showed us around and made arrangements to meet her kids and their kids and their kids… Then Doodle took us about Wetumpka to see the town and do research in the library.
It was a very productive trip. I’m busy with information. Apparently Doodle’s great grandfather a Confederate fought our great uncle Union Calvary at Murfreesboro, Tennessee. I’m working on their service records to be sure they were there with their units then. Also got a huge box of pictures from Mike’s mother to scan. I’m set this winter for genealogy.
Don’t worry Comic book fans – I’m reading and have arcs as well as single issue stories to comment upon. Those will be coming.
Jewelry/crafting – hold on I’ve got sets I need to photograph. Bought lots of beads in Bama so new works in process. Also doing some pins for winter. On top of all of that I’ve got a class on how to make wire wrap rings. So more coming on the crafting front.
Finally I’m collecting photos to write a farewell to my good friend Sandra Jean Brown. She died Saturday after a long heroic battle with cancer. I’m sad for selfish reasons because I’m going to miss her light in the world. Honestly she’s free now and I couldn’t wish anything better for her. Still I wish she could be free AND we could still meet every 6 months with Kathy to have a great girls weekend. Until later Sandy – I miss you.
I grew up with Knoxville, Tennessee being one of the big towns. If we wanted something and we couldn’t get it in town (Greeneville, Tennessee) one of the big towns to go for it would be Knoxville. We went there to do back to school shopping. We went there for Spring clothes shopping. We went there for concerts. We went there for just released movies. It was the big town with more to offer.
In my day the place we went was West Towne Mall. Near that was a the hip cool place to get record albums (yep talkin’ vinyl here) the day they were released, Cats Records. Couldn’t get albums until a week maybe two after release in Greeneville. Just like movies you had wait for them to be out a bit to make it down the pipeline to Greeneville.
Back in my grandmother’s day the hub of action in Knoxville was downtown. Gay Street was where it happened. That’s where her daddy took her shopping and where she went shopping with my Papaw in tow.
I have a photo of them made by a street photographer on Gay Street. We think it was the mid to late 1930s when this was taken. In those days a street photographer made your picture then tried to sell it to you. Kinda like what we see at amusement parks today but then it was in busy places, like Gay Street.
Let me first set the stage for this letter. I am starting to transcribe the 79 pages of my 4th great grandmother Sarah Busick Bright’s application for her widow’s share of her husband James Bright’s Revolutionary War Service Pension. This is going to be a long tedious job as file is all hand written, at times not in the best penmanship. Currently I’m trying to translate this letter that’s in response to Andrew Johnson’s letter of September 1848. At the time he was her representative in the House of Representatives and apparently her lawyer had asked him to help in securing the pension. Yes Andrew would become Lincoln’s Vice-President and President upon Lincoln’s assassination but that was in the future for these letters. Mr. Johnson writes
Will Cal Edwards please inform me what has been done in this case – these papers were left with the comm. before I left the city.
A Johnson
This letter appears next in the file as if to reply (I think)
Here’s what I got so far with blanks for what I can’t make out.
Blountville Sept 7 1848
Dear Sir
I sent you about 2 mo. ago old Mrs Bright’s old P certificate with her application to be continued on the role. – I have not heard from it – Will you please drop me a lin and inform me what you did with it ________ What think you? Is not the election between Cap & Van Buren It seems to me that this old Hero of Buena Vista & Regular(?) after 40 years out do well ___ ____ on the roll of the army. Is it not a strange thing _____ the _______ a party should take a regular _____ ____ and that only of the army and offer him as a candidate for an office of ________ magnitude I tremble for the President
How A Johnson
Yours truly
Saul Rheaa line by next mail will much oblige
I’m not quite sure how that ending goes with the big pen scribble in the middle there. I don’t get exactly what he’s saying either about the election or what it has to do with Mrs Bright’s application for the widow’s pension.
Any way give the original a look over and see if you can help fill in any blanks or divine the meaning of this reply.
As always love comments, ratings, and likes. You know where to find me until next time!
After walking the dog today I came home and hit the shower. Okay after my walk today I did that. Rappy is getting old and doesn’t walk as far or as fast as I like to. So I walk her a few blocks bring her back, put her in the fenced in yard and go do my walk. Then when we go in the house after that I shower. Which makes my daily shower about eleven in the morning. (I walk after morning writing.)
Now the stage is set for my tale.
I was in the bathroom all ready to step into the shower when the front doorbell rang. So I was in the decision mode of do I step into the water or do I get out, get dressed and go to the door. Eh probably my monthly comic delivery I decide so it’ll be on the porch. The UPS man puts my packages on my glass porch but rings the door bell to let me know of the delivery.
I step into the water. As I am about to lean back and wet my hair the doorbell rings again. “Eh screw ’em,” I think. A true luxury thought I’ve not had in 18 years. When you’re a mom and receive an unexpected call or doorbell ring dire injury to your child is the first thought. Now he’s in Madison on his own and doing fine, I can think “Eh, screw ’em” without fretting that I’m leaving my child alone to face some dire consequence.
While in the shower I remember one other time I couldn’t go to the door because I was in the bathroom. It was 1995. It was before the mother worries. It was the day before the Navy Birthday Ball in Battle Creek Michigan. We were living in Kalamazoo Michigan at the time.
I can’t remember how it all came about but Mike’s uniform with the cutaway dress jacket had an issue with the pants. We were waiting for the pants to be FedEx’d just in time to go to the ball. Without them he’d be pantless with those little shirt stays running from his shirt tail to the tops of his formal socks not a in uniform look for the ball.
Any way I was upstairs in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. I couldn’t get myself together and down the stairs fast enough knowing I was waiting on the all important pants. I got there in time to see the truck pull away. I ran out the door like a crazy woman waving and shouting after it but to no avail it kept on going. When I returned to the house I found a notice that they would attempt redelivery on Monday. NOOOOoooOOOOO!!! The ball was the next day SATURDAY.
So I call the 800 number on the notice. I get a nice customer service lady. I explain our problem. I said we’d even pay the Saturday fee to get them there Saturday morning. She said that might not be necessary she’d send a message to the driver since he’s still in the area and have him circle back. Relief flooded me and I thanked her profusely.
Now I sat on the stoop my hair drying in a mess waiting for the return of the FedEx truck I wasn’t going to miss it. In about fifteen minutes here it came down the street and stopped in front of my house. He ran out with the box and did the business of having me sign for it. I told him how glad I was that he could come back. He said “No problem but I have to ask just what did she mean by ‘Cinderella needs HIS pants for the ball’ as reason of urgent redelivery?”
When I finished laughing I explained. So here’s the picture of Cinderella in his pants and me laughing at his mentioning what the photo would have looked like if the FedEx didn’t have such good customer service.
So this time it wasn’t as dire. It was only political stuff as we are in an election year and have a recall going here in Wisconsin. I got out to my porch, clean, fully dressed but wet hair to find two different political fliers stuck to my door.
Oh well until next time. As always I’d love to hear from you. If you laughed at the post give me a like. If you really enjoyed it give me a follow.
Catch you next time!
Mary Louise Eklund 