The World of Grandpa Don
As I sat reading Saturday morning, I caught a movement to my left out of the corner of my eye. Looking up, I was startled to see, less than 18" from my face, a small grey squirrel sitting on the rail of the gazebo staring at me. I am sure he was a startled as was I. When I said "good morning, did you come to visit?" his tail twitched a couple times in reply before he unhurriedly scampered down and retreated the short distance to the fence and up to the tree in my neighbor's yard. The winds were still strong but not as bad as the 40 mph zephyrs of Friday. The garden is being over run with clover but with the winds this strong I can't spray to kill it without damaging the flowers. That will need to wait. The wind also makes it less conducive to reading but Mikey and I still enjoy just sitting and contemplating nature and the world. Last Friday 39 people visited the World of Grandpa Don. 3 of them come back twice. The visitors looked at 22 different pages viewing them 149 a total of times. My visitors have varied interests and to see what they looked at see Pages. There were quite a few new visitors who got here from search engines which explains the variety of pages viewed.
Friday evening, Joe hit a double and a home run. He and Marc have been enjoying the baseball season, sharing the catching duties and hoping to catch the eye of somebody in the minor league circuit. In the mean time, Marc will start his "real" job this week as an 'apprentice' auditor. The BIG news this weekend has been STORMS! The twister that skirted to the south of me was not kind to travelers on I 57 and the towns of Monee and Richton Park. Dominick and Sarah were hosting her sister's family from Michigan, including a niece and a friend, so they could participate in a tournament in the northwestern suburbs. The tornado knocked out their electrical service Saturday afternoon and Dom, Sarah & their dog moved in with Dom's parents while their guests found a motel. They could have come to my house but it was after 10 when they decided to abandon their home and they didn't want to wake me up. Silly people! That is what I'm here for! Another line of thunder boomers come through early Sunday afternoon. I tried to make up for sending all that snow to Cleveland last winter by holding on to the rain and tornados, trying to keep them here. I did not want them to spoil the Tribute to Puritas Springs, an event sponsored by the West Park Historical Society. If you would like to take a virtual ride on the famous and unusual roller coaster at the park visit The Cyclone. My sister-in-law, Peggy Cecora, is the president of that organization and has been working feverishly to make it a success. The historical society keeps Peggy busy year-round. Check out their Home Page where you can also view their most recent publications. Peggy wrote: "The tribute was a great success. I only hope that some of your siblings were able to attend. (a reference to my Copeland family) Dan and I spent the day outside for the kid's games. We had a few takers but it was so hot and very inconvenient for those to come outside. We purchased 1000 Euclid Beach popcorn balls to give out and I had over 100 + left over. It is difficult to base the actual count on the popcorn balls but I do believe we had at least 500 guests visit us that day. The trustees did a great job. If I can get a few pictures from those who able to take them I will send them to you." I was flabbergasted! I couldn't believe it when the mail arrived bearing a postage stamp with the picture of Bob & Sue Rheinheimer. I thought you had to be a dead celebrity to get your picture on a postage stamp. Could it be that they are placing the photos of wanted criminals on the stamps in stead of on the bulletin board in the post office? Then I checked the Stamps.com web site and sure enough, you are able to upload a photo from your computer and buy your stamps in sheets of 20. There is a charge of about $10 over the cost of postage.
A couple weeks ago we discovered that our special email address for the webministry at St Julie was not working. It turned out that the server was changed and in the process, our email address was lost, probably due to the fact that all other addresses were for parish staff members. It took a few days but the email address was re-established but on the old server it had been set up for all mail to that address be redirected to me and Bob Lewis. With the new server, that had not been done so we had to go on line to check our webministry mail. A bit more tweaking was required and on Monday Phil made the additional changes making life easier for us. Have you noticed ... it is not a perfect world. Sometimes improvements for the majority result in an inconvenience for the few. Monday was unusual for me. Running short of milk and OJ, I made the trip to the local Jewel. It was trying to rain but couldn't quite make a job of it. The greatest problem with going on Monday is that they are stocking shelves after the weekend but the advantage is that the checkers are waiting for customers. I came home, fed Mikey and called the veterinarian's office. They had a 4:30 opening so I took it and then followed my little friend out to the back for a fresh sample to bring in for his annual heart worm test. Mikey weighs in at 19.5lbs, just about right for his breed. He got his rabies shot without a flinch and I left with an antibiotic for his skin infection. She also suggested that I put him on a regimen of Benadryl to alleviate itching. We agreed that he could do without all the other shots they push since he got them last year before the seizures started. He was getting seizures every 6 weeks but has not had one since March. Mikey, like his care taker, is in pretty good shape for the shape he is in. Tuesday after Barbara departed, leaving our domicile spick and span, I took a drive to the village hall, proof of rabies shot in hand, and plunked down a Dollar for Mikey's dog licence. That is the "fixed", senior rate. The animal must be "fixed". not the senior.
Wednesday morning an email came from Jean Dean. I guess I should refer
to her as "Cousin" Jean ... Yes, another one! I mentioned previously
that she is researching the genealogy of her Packard ancestors. I am (reasonably) sure that our ( brother, Jim Cecora, & I ) Packard line stems from this same family but still have not found the connection from our 2nd great-grandfather Shepard Packard (b 1818) to the rest of the Packard line. Jean's research may yield some clues and will require further study. I am particularly intrigued by a couple pages of family records which start in the early 1700's. The problem is that it is not complete. There are some male children listed but there is no further information as to their subsequent marriages and children. Jean reports that some of the information at the museum came from a source in Bay City Michigan which she plans, as time permits, to track down. Subsequent emails from Jean and Peggy bring up other problems in the list of ancestors such as improbable birth dates and the possibility that there may be a generation which is not accounted for, or simply missed in the listings. So many names are repeated from generation to generation and amongst cousins. In fact, there is one instance of a child dying at the age of 5 and the family giving his name to another son born a year later. We also have the son of Sarah Ames marrying a Sarah Ames, his mother's second cousin. It is all very confusing. There has been a flurry of emails between Jean, Peggy and myself. It has been gratifying that Jean & Peggy have found each other through this web site. They are avid genealogy buffs and they are establishing a strong rapport with Packard ancestry at the core. I am going to have to update my Packard pages with their new finds but that will come later.
Less confusing was my day on Thursday. After delivering Mikey to Touch of Class for his bi=weekly spiffing-up, I proceeded to Bible Study. We finished our study of the Book of Wisdom and I have concluded that it is wise to trust God, rather than the things of the world. We ran a bit late so when I returned home a message awaited that Mikey was ready to be picked up. After retrieving my little friend, all clean and pretty, I had a quick lunch and rushed off to, as the commercials say, "Talk to Chuck". In this case though it was Nancy to whom I actually spoke at the Charles Schwab office. She had suggested that I come in to see her since I had a bond maturing. I had bought this one among others when rates were much higher and was sure I would find nothing anyway near the 9% it was paying. Well, Nancy came through for me and calling the Schwab bond experts, found two new issues of preferred bonds paying in excess of 8%. Fantastic! So, splitting the proceeds from the maturing bond I am purchasing smaller quantities of each. They are shorter term than the previous but in this market that is fine. It was a very productive trip to the Schwab office. Mikey and I enjoyed the back yard for a while - a little windy for my taste but still, providing time for relaxation and reflection. Some of he day lilies are starting to bloom and the grass is growing profidiously. (Is that a word? ) It is due to all the rain. There are flooding problems all around us. Even though we have been spared the worst of it the rain has been more than ample. This is another year that I have not yet activated my sprinkler system as yet and I am sure that the spray heads will be clogged with grass roots when I do turn them on. That's not a complaint, just something that I can expect. The Northern suburbs, along the Fox and Deplanes rivers, although spared the brunt of the rain are suffering with the flow coming from Wisconsin where the rain continues to deluge the area. A reporter interview a man who, I am sure would like to be between a rock and a hard place. Instead, his home has a river running through it. The government will not let him raise the ground around his home because the area has been designated a flood plain. He can not sell it to any one for the same reason. But where was reason when he built there? It has always been a flood plain. Then of course there is the plight of the people who lost their homes at Lake Delton on Wisconsin. The man made lake burst its dam and the shoreline along with the homes built on it followed it down the river. Mother nature will not be controlled. Was it an "act of God"? Well some may blame it all on Him or at least ask why He "permits" it to happen. You may want to read what I think about Nature's Free Will.
We had some rain during the night but again, we were spared the worst of
it. After breakfast the patio was so comfortable and pleasant that I was
reluctant to come in the house to review my email and complete this
page. Besides, I was too busy counting my blessings. And ... speaking of
blessings ...
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
ANNE
MARIE
True happiness … is not attained through
self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy
purpose.
Grandpa Don Plefka .
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