I am thinking of such witty titles these days.
Nastia started her Spring semester at Rockland Community College yesterday. She has a class at night. She is playing racquetball. I thought they got rid of the racquetball courts. Where they used to be are offices now. I still shake my head when I realize forty years have passed since I was there. Forty years after my dad fought in World War 2, I was going to RCC. I know who cares, but if you think about relativity, not Einsteins law, but Joe's law. Things take on a prospective. When he was sixty-two years old, like I'm now and he looked back forty years, he'd see World War 2. When my great, great grandfather was sixty-two and he looked back forty years, he'd see the Civil War. And the most mind blowing fact was I met his daughter, who was born during the Civil War.
I have no idea what Nastia's schedule is for RCC. Today is Friday and she is up at 7 AM getting ready to pick up Taj, her.....want to be boyfriend?, her friend? her boy toy? a guy who got caught in the friend zone? I don't know and most likely neither does she. Dave is still being David and he saw her and they talked, when he was down recently. I guess they are still on a break when he wants to be on a break. And of course you know long distance relationships and all the difficulty talking to each other. It just sucks so much only face timing. So Nastia goes to school, does her internship how many days a week I don't know or what days. She goes out with Taj after school or in the vernacular, they hang out somewhere. Most likely jailbreaking phones. Another expression I hate jailbreaking. Millennials, where we as annoying as they are?
Elena, what can I say that has not been said about me as a 19 year old. She did awful in her first semester at College. She won't tell me what the grades are. So the counselors let her double up on classes for the spring semester, go figure. Do bad with fifteen credits, so let her do thirty. After a few long talks between us and her and Access VR, a counseling service, I think run by NY state she decided to drop out and go to BOCES to try automotive mechanics. It is also the spring semester and she has to wait until the fall to go, so she is going to take an introduction course to auto repair two nights a week and we are pushing her to get some more hours at Shoprite. We have also told her if she would like to just continue to work at Shoprite, full time she can. I don't know if that is a move she would regret or not. A job like that could disappear in the future. I guess almost any job could.
Teri and I seem to be doing alright. She is still looking for another job. I enjoy my job, it just doesn't pay the bills and it has become very stressful. I really shouldn't stay there.
Time to drop off the home loan papers.
Friday, January 24, 2020
It's January 19,2020 and it's a Sunday and I have no title for this entry
I just got back from donating blood at St. Ann's Church in Nyack. I've got a bandage on my finger and a wrap on my arm. I've always had veins that are hard to find and this time the women, who looked like she knew what she was doing took three shots to find the vein. I don't blame her over the years it has happened more often than I like to think about.
Last night we had our long scheduled Taco night. It was a little odd. In years past it would be billed as a celebration of winter birthdays, or something like that. I have pictures to prove it. Last night was different. Teri didn't go and it was more like just a bunch of people gathering to have tacos, maybe it is me. I have minor beefs with some people and I shouldn't. It's dumb things like pictures. I have all the family history and that means I have collected all the pictures I can get my hands on. I stole pictures from Wally, I was given pictures and papers from Uncle Tonnie. John Gorman, after his mom died sent me pictures because he wanted to be sure they were taken care of. In them I found one of the prizes of my collection my great grandfather, Leonhard Muller as a young man with a large flowing mustache on his young face. I love it.
To me the collection of family history is two things. I am collecting and trying to preserve as much of the past and the people who have lived it as possible, so I can pass it on to the next generation. I think the family history started with Cornelia Harden. I think she or maybe her Uncle
Thomas when they or He went back to Sidmouth in the 1850's-60's took pictures. Somewhere hopefully only slightly misplaced in Wally's possession are the two books of tin type photos. I know most of the people in the book will be like the photos I have and will most likely never be know. I have figured out most of the people I have photos of are just friends of Thomas Harden and not relatives.
After Cornelia Harden's interest in the family history, I don't know yet who passed it down to my great aunt Emilie. She preserved what she had and added the Smith information to it. All the items from Charles Walter Smith who served in the Civil War. Over the last one hundred and fifty years many of his possessions have been lost. In the 1950's when New York State passed their first gun laws, his daughters handed his Civil War rifles in to the local Police. I think some grandson of a former police officer has some Civil War guns in his closet of ours.
When my Aunt died and her collections was divided up, sort of. My mother and I got some of Charles Walter Smith's stuff. His letter from his wife with the drawing of two ironclads fighting in a bay in South Carolina and a cardboard card file like item, you know like how they used to keep index card at the library to let you know where a book is (Yeah, I know all of you future people are saying none of those words mean anything to you).
His mess kit, and an ingredient list of his father Richard Madison Smith's elixir of life patent medicine recipe and some other forgotten items went to Wally and he's moved twice so there whereabouts are not know at this time (they're lost) .
What all this is about is I don't want any more to get lost. I want the next generation to see the items I have seen. Not to read a note from a scrap of paper I found talking about a letter received by John Harden about the death of his father Henry back in England. I would treasure that, if I had it. It is long gone and even that scrap of paper I don't know where it has gone to. Wally has two needle points done in the 1850's or so detailing the births and deaths of members of the Harden family. I have pictures of them, but what happens to them after he dies. Neither of his kids have children, what then, a yard sale item later thrown in the trash by people who don't understand the value of them. I don't have to have them all, it would just be nice to know someone has a plan to pass them down to the next generation and they can then pass them down to the following generation. I have a plan to pass all the stuff I have collected down to one or two people who may show an interest in the family history. All the stuff that relates to Nastia and Elena goes to them, if they want it. All of the rest of the stuff goes to someone, I don't want to say because it might piss people off with an interest in genealogy. I really don't care who just as long as it is preserved as well as possible and cared for for the next generation.
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Last night we had our long scheduled Taco night. It was a little odd. In years past it would be billed as a celebration of winter birthdays, or something like that. I have pictures to prove it. Last night was different. Teri didn't go and it was more like just a bunch of people gathering to have tacos, maybe it is me. I have minor beefs with some people and I shouldn't. It's dumb things like pictures. I have all the family history and that means I have collected all the pictures I can get my hands on. I stole pictures from Wally, I was given pictures and papers from Uncle Tonnie. John Gorman, after his mom died sent me pictures because he wanted to be sure they were taken care of. In them I found one of the prizes of my collection my great grandfather, Leonhard Muller as a young man with a large flowing mustache on his young face. I love it.
To me the collection of family history is two things. I am collecting and trying to preserve as much of the past and the people who have lived it as possible, so I can pass it on to the next generation. I think the family history started with Cornelia Harden. I think she or maybe her Uncle
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| Sidmouth Harbour, England abt 1859 |
Thomas when they or He went back to Sidmouth in the 1850's-60's took pictures. Somewhere hopefully only slightly misplaced in Wally's possession are the two books of tin type photos. I know most of the people in the book will be like the photos I have and will most likely never be know. I have figured out most of the people I have photos of are just friends of Thomas Harden and not relatives.
After Cornelia Harden's interest in the family history, I don't know yet who passed it down to my great aunt Emilie. She preserved what she had and added the Smith information to it. All the items from Charles Walter Smith who served in the Civil War. Over the last one hundred and fifty years many of his possessions have been lost. In the 1950's when New York State passed their first gun laws, his daughters handed his Civil War rifles in to the local Police. I think some grandson of a former police officer has some Civil War guns in his closet of ours.
When my Aunt died and her collections was divided up, sort of. My mother and I got some of Charles Walter Smith's stuff. His letter from his wife with the drawing of two ironclads fighting in a bay in South Carolina and a cardboard card file like item, you know like how they used to keep index card at the library to let you know where a book is (Yeah, I know all of you future people are saying none of those words mean anything to you).
His mess kit, and an ingredient list of his father Richard Madison Smith's elixir of life patent medicine recipe and some other forgotten items went to Wally and he's moved twice so there whereabouts are not know at this time (they're lost) .
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| Leonhard Muller |
What all this is about is I don't want any more to get lost. I want the next generation to see the items I have seen. Not to read a note from a scrap of paper I found talking about a letter received by John Harden about the death of his father Henry back in England. I would treasure that, if I had it. It is long gone and even that scrap of paper I don't know where it has gone to. Wally has two needle points done in the 1850's or so detailing the births and deaths of members of the Harden family. I have pictures of them, but what happens to them after he dies. Neither of his kids have children, what then, a yard sale item later thrown in the trash by people who don't understand the value of them. I don't have to have them all, it would just be nice to know someone has a plan to pass them down to the next generation and they can then pass them down to the following generation. I have a plan to pass all the stuff I have collected down to one or two people who may show an interest in the family history. All the stuff that relates to Nastia and Elena goes to them, if they want it. All of the rest of the stuff goes to someone, I don't want to say because it might piss people off with an interest in genealogy. I really don't care who just as long as it is preserved as well as possible and cared for for the next generation.
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