The World of Grandpa Don
Thank you Canada. Last Friday's criticism of the Canadian failure to hold back the cold had almost instant results. It was much warmer on Saturday, as a matter of fact, a smidgeon above normal. Thank you Canucks. Much to their credit they didn't take offence at my complaint but just took the appropriate action, quickly and effectively. Most people would respond to the complaint I offered with an argument or grumbling but they are a class act and simply did what they could to resolve the matter. I have no idea how they did it but that is their job and they obviously know how to do it. After lunch I went into the living room to read but Mikey came to me and asked for attention. He just looked at me and whimpered softly and politely. He seldom jumps up on the couch any more. I laid down in a sunny spot on the floor and he laid down alongside of me to be scratched and petted. Occasionally I would stop but his paw either waved in the air or gently pulled at my hand to get me to resume. After a while I folded my hands under my head whereupon he pushed his face under mine to get at my hands again and get them back to work. I finally said "Enough" and my little friend moved away a little. I managed to pull myself up and sat down with my now cooled coffee, not to read, but to contemplate the glory of the day and watch the snow melt from the driveway. Mikey moved to my feet and settled in, content to just be there. It was that kind of day.
Super Bowl Sunday was just that, ... Super!. It started, as most of my Sunday's do, in Church, at the 10:30 Mass. Coming home, I read the parish bulletin and had a Caesar salad for lunch before reviewing my email for the day. The one that stood out was from my Cyber friend in Michigan, Jean Dean. She had read, for the first time my first and, I thought, last attempt at poetry, "The Snow Directors". Jean said,
"Excellent...I certainly hope it is not your last attempt...you still
have many talents to share. Doesn't this poetry thing run in the
family? I think so. OK, I haven't got complete control of my ego and flattery will sometimes have an effect on me. And ... what a great idea! I immediately cranked up Microsoft Word and started writing. There were six stanzas composed before I realized I had to pause and get ready for my guests. We will blame it all on Jean but by the end of this week I am sure there will be a completed poem. It will be called "Bella". A few things were cleaned up and a couple dishes of candy were set out on the card table along with the score pad, pen and cards. Easy Listening was turned on and the ice bucked made ready for use. Dick and Jan arrived at 4 and we caught up on events since we last got together ... too long ago. At 4:30 we set out for Rocco's Little Italy ... also too long between visits. Artie Grecco was at his usual place at the bar and greeted me like a long lost brother. (I have a lot of that) Pattie likewise was happy to see me back and soon had us comfortably seated. Drinks were ordered and were soon delivered followed by toasted ravioli and fried mozzarella appetizers. Our waitress was waved off a couple times while we enjoyed what we had and engaged in conversation. When we finally ordered, Dick had the Filet Ala Artie while Jan and I opted for the Tilapia. We all agreed that our meals were excellent. We all took some home. After enjoying some spumoni we took our leave, over-stuffed and happy, with invitations to come back soon from Patti and Artie. We settled into our Pinochle games and I was the perfect host, loosing every one. The Halfords are planning to fly to Copenhagen in September and embark on a Baltic cruse, stopping in several ports of interest including St Petersburg, Russia. Family news and events were exchanged through out the evening and after setting the date of our next evening together, Dick and Jan were on their way home. I had time to watch the final 2-1/2 minutes of the Super Bowl game, ... the only important part of the game. One of the teams won and the other one lost. Hopefully all the players were winners, having done their best for themselves, their team and their fans.
Karen sent some photos from the Andrew High School Variety Show.
Indeed, Dan dresses up well. Nick took some video and if I can get a copy I would like to see if I can present their dancing on this page. They have some great moves ... could be my son's next career Speaking of careers, ... do I have one in that of a poet? I finished the poem suggested by Jean and surprised myself on how quickly and easily it went together. I knew what I wanted to say and that is the first thing I wrote down, not concerned that words that rhymed didn't pop into my mind. I then returned and found rhyming words, sometimes rearranging the lines to make them fit. A third and fourth review changed or added words to give it more rhythm and Presto! it was done. I invite you to read "BELLA", a poem of and for the new lady in my life. OK, great poetry it is not, but it expresses my thoughts and what I want to say to my granddaughter when she is old enough to read it and I will, in all likelihood, not be there to say it. Jean sent along some great suggestions for subjects for additional poems but ... so much to do and so little time to do them! I must finish my autobiography, "How I Became Grandpa Don". And ... there are so many other things ... like just doing this page every week, work on the parish web site, keeping in touch and having fun with friends and family, bible study, doctor's visits (too many), reading and ... just relaxing and enjoying life. Of course, everything I do, I enjoy ... or I simply don't do it.
There are duties in life ~ Grandpa Don By the way, that was not one of Jean's suggestions so don't blame her for it. But I feel that a caring person does ask that question and waits for the answer to see if further action is required. It is also part of what Wilfred Grenfell speaks of below. It is the little things that count in life and make it pleasant. That poem also proves that you can write a poem about any kind of _ _ _ _.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY John John Ialacci is the husband of Sarah Cecora, my niece, daughter of my big brother Jim and his wife Peggy. We wish him many prosperous years. Getting back to Bella ... at the age of 12 weeks, if that could conceivably considered age at all, she has doubled her birth weight and is as fit as a fiddle. Well of course she is! She is our Bella ... over pampered and the constant concern of her parents. After Maria finished cleaning on Tuesday I cranked up Microsoft Publisher and made a copy of "Bella" along with a little dedication, then signed it and dug out a frame. I had to dislodge a collage of some of our grandchildren but it had pictured an incomplete set. The frame isn't the greatest but it displayed the 8-1/2 x 11 page perfectly. It will do I am sure. In a more stable time, I would have taken it over to The Great Frame Up and done it right but now I won't need to wait to give it to Sarah and Dominick for her. .
Charity looks at the need not at the cause.
There was an email from a gentleman who wanted to trade genealogy information. His wife is a Copeland. His second email included several files, the first of which showed the connection between his family and ours. There was a David Copeland with a son, also David, who had sons named James and Joseph. The email stated that Joseph was in our line of the family and James was in his. I checked our Copeland line and that grouping was there. The problem was that his was wrong as it showed us stemming from the southern line of the Copeland clan. We originate from the northern branch. It is believed that the two branches are connected in England but the actual connection is undocumented. The David's in his line lived in Virginia while ours in Massachusetts. Two families with names so familiar but so far apart. I sent him the news and a little information. He has not responded. Thursday after leaving Mikey at Touch of Class I proceeded to bible Study. I have read and heard the Passion story of Mathew many times bus it is amazing the different meanings that can be derived and the connections that can be made to our own lives. When Anne had picked the inscription for the family grave marker, "In dying ... we are born to eternal life" she had remarked that that is at the core of our beliefs. It dawned on me that that belief was the reason I could survive Anne's death many years later. When the passage of the Gospel was read of Judas asking, "What will you give me for Jesus?" my mind immediately jumped to our former governor here in Illinois. Ex Gov Rod, still doesn't get it. He thinks it is normal to look for what is in it for him when he seeks to betray the trust put in his hands by the people. That alone was enough to merit his impeachment. At least Judas realized his mistake. I put my family file up on Ancestry.com's on-line Family Tree. It is interesting and I wish I had done it sooner. As soon as I uploaded the file, Ancestry.com's software kicked in and started finding possible sources of information for individuals included on the tree. Now when I view the tree it tells me if there is possible information for various individuals by displaying a small icon at the names. I can look at it and either add it to the file or reject it. It came up with information for my adopted mother which was partially incorrect but connected me to the tree of the person who had entered the incorrect info. I was able to leave a message for that person asking about it and what their connection to her was. The information found by Ancestry.com was the usual census, birth, marriage, death, military and such and other member's trees but it is all automatic and if new information is entered into the system it will be added as possible information, pending my approval. I have made my files "private" so only those I invite can view them. Even then, when I invite a person they will have specific permissions given by me. This could be interesting. I can also give permission or withhold visitors from seeing information about living individuals in the tree. I have so far invited a few family members to view the tree. I intend to keep the list small, at least at the start. There are 1857 names in my family tree files. Some are not connected to the main tree since we have not established a positive connection. I have several unconnected branches of the Packard family since the parents of Shepard (b1818) are unknown. The program has allowed me to list that fact as an item of research so that if anyone has information they can contact me.
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind
can see.
Long ago I was fascinated by family trees and pictured them as nice and neat with their entirety visible at a glance. Of course I was only looking at a few generations and a very simple family. I am now aware that there are a lot more generations and no family is simple. You can only look at a small part of a tree at a time and even then you must select your view with care. When you select to see the ancestors of a particular person, step brothers and sisters will not be shown nor will multiple marriages and adoptions. I am afraid that I am entering another period of genealogical curiosity. These periods wax and wane as do many of our interests, but as some interests diminish and disappear, this one resurges and tends to dominate. It is sometimes difficult to control and consumes much too much of my time. Oh well, ... as long as I am enjoying it and not abandoning the important things, it will be all right. And maybe, just maybe, one of my great-great-grandchildren will come across my research and be glad that I got involved in building these records. The other concern with getting into our family ancestors is that it would detract from my spirituality but I find it to be having the opposite effect. I continue to be impressed with the working of God in my life and in our family and this awareness grows as I wonder of His greatness and wisdom in creating mankind. All this could not have been by accident. It was all started in motion, intended to be good. We (us and our ancestors) have progressed and have built a better world, making mistakes as we went along, stumbling sometimes, but recovering as well. There is no doubt that we now live in a better world than our predecessors especially in a technological sense and somewhat less in a moral sense. But even in the latter I believe we are making some progress. Maybe we need to reach a much advanced technological level so we can concentrate on advanced morals which, in turn, will awaken us to faith and belief in God and his beneficence. Maybe some day that will be the norm, not the exception. Will there ever be a day when there won't be those who continually ask "What's in it for me? Can we look for everyone to ask instead, "How can I help?" It will never happen if we wait for the other guy to start. It has to start with me and you. It has to start now, today, this very minute. This is the only time that is real and ours to control. The past is gone and the future is a dream.
Grandpa Don
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