Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts

Friday, November 15, 2013

The Family History Book Says I Should Have Done This First

Now that I have been picking away at family history research for the last decade and a half, I have finally gotten around to reading some family history research how-to books. The first thing they say to do is to tell your own story. That makes sense, because who knows more about me than ME? 

I wrote this list of things about myself for my other blog, The Zees Go West. I think it tells the story of me as well as anything else I could tell you, especially since I've already written down the bare facts and statistics in My Own Genealogical Record, elsewhere on this blog. 



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Too high up!


1. I have plumbing issues. I’m still afraid of the bathtub drain, and I secretly believe that one day a snake will swim up out of my toilet.

2. My father came from Worcester, Massachusetts and only completed 8th grade, making education for us kids of prime importance to him. We disappointed him a lot but he still loved us.

3. My mother came from a farm family with thirteen children and she didn’t want to talk about it.

4. My parents moved me from my birth state of Maine to California when I was three months old, thus making me officially rootless. I have lived in four other states and one Canadian province. I keep an atlas handy at all times and am always planning my next move.

5. I was born near the shore of the Atlantic Ocean and grew up in San Francisco, one block from the Pacific Ocean.

6. I learned many of the skills I needed from books.

7. I can make a blanket from the sheep onwards.

8. I used to have milk goats and that one goat, Lily, and I have been known to make a big ruckus out in the barn. She always waited until the milk pail was full before delicately placing her hoof right into it.

9. I believed that book about raising backyard goats and really thought they would weed around the fruit trees for me.

10. During the same period of my life, I once turned the geese into the strawberry patch because another homesteading book said they would clean the weeds between the rows.

11. I know to never turn your back on a gander and I didn’t have to learn that out of a book.

12. I once sheared a sheep by hand with manual clippers, but only the back half. My hand got tired. She looked like a lion.

13. I can give a sheep a shot, but it makes me nervous. It makes the sheep nervous, too.

14. I once owned a weaving store and taught spinning and weaving.

15. I think chickens are fascinating and I can sit and watch them for hours. Their behavior is a metaphor for something that I am still trying to figure out.

16. I once startled a skunk when reaching into a nest to get the eggs out.

17. I helped deliver a lamb in a dark barn while reading the directions, with a flashlight, from yet another homesteading book.

18. In my first garden I planted several rows of corn (reading the directions as I went along) with my little bantam chickens for company. While I was busy looking at the book, the banties were scratching up and eating the corn--another lesson learned about companion animals.

19. One of my favorite things to do (I have a quiet life) is to consider the alternate words offered by autocorrect. For instance, it wanted me to change the word “banties” in the previous sentence into “panties.” Imagine.

20. I honestly believe that I am psychic, but only with my sister, and only some of the time.

21. I used to live in a house that had four fireplaces and was built in 1770. All of the people who had lived there over the centuries had left some little part of themselves behind. There was always lots of company.

22. I hated swimming for years because I was sent to lessons at a vast outdoor unheated salt water pool in cold and foggy San Francisco. The thought of swimming made my teeth chatter.

23. I kind of like swimming now, but only where I can see my feet.

24. I went back to school to finish my bachelor’s degree when I was in my fifties. My father would have been proud, but it was too late to tell him.

25. I got my master’s degree when I was 56.

26. I’ve always had a secret soundtrack running in my head, describing my adventures as I was having them. (She leaned a little closer to the bathtub drain. What was that slithering sound? Something was coming…)

27. My first library job was driving a bookmobile.

28. My last library job was teaching information technology to reluctant 8th graders.

29. While skiing long ago in a headlong and out of control fashion down a bunny hill, I made a promise to myself to give up extreme sports.

30. I have a sister-in-law who once jumped out of an airplane. That’s extreme enough for me.

31. I once stepped on a snake while running barefoot down a California sidewalk.

32. I have never been bitten by a snake, but expect to be momentarily.

33. I have six dogs. I don’t even like dogs. I might be mistaken, but I thought I was a cat person.

34. Just in case, I have three cats.

35. In an unrelated development, I have had several husbands as well, nice men all. We are still in touch.

36. Beez and I have been married for 32 years and have forgotten to celebrate most of our anniversaries. We remembered the 25th because we were in Yellowstone with some of our kids and grandkids and they reminded us. The 30th was lovely because we went to France.

37. My children's and stepchildren's names are in alphabetical order, but not because of any planned cuteness. The blended family just turned out that way: Angelina, Becka, Ben, Chris, and Dee.

38. I only like to watch non-scary movies. Years ago I decided that life was scary enough.

39. I learned to knit from a book.

40. I have made 110 sweaters for Knit for Kids.

41. I learned how to bake bread from a book. It has taken me years of practice to make a nice light loaf. Ask my first husband, who used to say that one of his arms was longer than the other from carrying the sandwiches I packed for his lunch.

42. I once lived in Canada.

43. When I lived in British Columbia, my California friends believed that I was somewhere in South America. Others, who understood that I had moved somewhere up north, believed that I was living in an igloo.

44. Now that I live in New Mexico, some of my eastern friends believe I am in a foreign country where only Spanish is spoken.

45. I used to lie on a hill all night and take photographic time exposures of meteor showers.

46. A group of people entrusted me to develop their meteor shower photos. I switched the hypo and developer solutions by accident and ended up with clear strips of film.

47. I had a friend who traveled to Europe and asked me to water his plants while he was gone. I used the jug of photo chemicals that was next to the jug of plant watering solution by mistake.

48. I learned to make pies out of a book when I was 11. Once, when my parents were out, I baked ten apple pies for the freezer.

49. Another time when my parents were out, I ate too many home baked cinnamon buns and threw up. Good thing no one had thought of eating disorders back then.

50. I learned to make replacement cinnamon buns from a book.

51. Having political discussions gives me a stomach ache, not unlike the one I got from the cinnamon buns. I know what I believe and can’t understand that everyone else hasn’t gotten with the program. My program.

52. Long ago, I was sleeping naked when my apartment caught on fire. That was bad, but not as frightening for everyone concerned as it would be if it happened now.

53. My first car was a 1951 Chevrolet that my father sold to me for $200.

54. I always wanted to be a cowgirl, until I actually rode a horse and found out how high up I was. Another extreme sport given up.

Friday, November 1, 2013

My Own Genealogical Record

I have boxes of files about our family. I have books about our ancestors. While doing research about our history, I found that some of the stories we'd been told about our family weren't true. I discovered some unlikely twists, and will do my best to clearly describe what I found.

With so much information, so many handwritten memories, and so many documents, it's hard to know where to start so that my children will understand the history of our family. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed.

For now, I will start with myself--the bare bones record of where I came from, and who I came from, and who came next..

Clair Marie HARRIS

Born on November 11, 1944, daughter of Daniel Lawrence HARRIS and Elva Myrtle CRABTREE, in Trull Hospital, Biddeford, Maine, U.S.

Occupation: Librarian

Education: Bachelor's, University of New Hampshire, 1995; Master's, University of Rhode Island, 2002.

Religion: Presbyterian Sunday Schools; baptized and confirmed Episcopalian [1957]; converted to Catholicism after marriage to William Zarges.

On Feb. 4, 1966, when Clair Marie was 21, she first married James Lee REYNOLDS, son of Herbert REYNOLDS and Mary BUNKER, at the Sunset Wedding Chapel, 2091 West Fourth, Reno, Nevada, U.S. They were divorced.

They had no children.

On Dec. 16, 1972 when Clair Marie was 28, she second married Herman Willem VANDENBOOM, son of H.W.G. VANDENBOOM and Xenobia VAN DEN AUWERA, at West Point Grey Presbyterian Church, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.  Herman was born on May 1, 1948 in The Hague, The Netherlands. They were divorced.

They had the following children:
I. Angelina Maria [Died as an infant]. Born on Aug. 14, 1975 in Willapa Harbor Hospital, South Bend, Washington, U.S. Angelina Maria died on Aug. 15, 1975 en route to hospital in Seattle, Washington, U.S., by ambulance.

II. Benjamin Daniel. Born on July 13, 1976 at Good Samaritan Hospital, Puyallup, Washington, U.S. Benjamin resides in New York City, New York, U.S.

On Sept. 4, 1981 when Clair Marie was 36, she third married William John ZARGES, Jr., son of William John ZARGES, Sr. and Delia M. MALLOZZI, at Gethsemane Lutheran Church, Tacoma, Washington, U.S. William was born on Dec. 23, 1948 in Stamford, Connecticut, U.S. They reside in Las Cruces, New Mexico.

They had one child:
I. Rebecca Lynn Joy (Adopted) (1978-) Rebecca resides in Manchester, New Hampshire, U.S.

   




Monday, September 23, 2013

Rebecca's Hurricane Story, August 1991

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Rebecca at Camp Bernadette before the hurricane
This is the story that Rebecca, at age 12, helped me write about her experience with Hurricane Bob:

Camp Bernadette is a Catholic-run camp for girls built in 1953 in northeastern New Hampshire. It is south of the summer tourist town of Wolfeboro, and on the shore of Wentworth Lake, which has about eight square miles of water and is ten miles west of the Maine - New Hampshire border.

The camp houses about 300 girls, counselors, and staff. The main path through the camp runs down a slope to the lake, with stables, playing fields, and tennis courts at the top of the hill; a boathouse and docks at the bottom; and small whitewashed cabins on either side, along with a store, dining hall, chapel, and a camp radio station. 

On Sunday night, August 18, 1991, violent thunder and lightning and heavy rain had kept the campers awake. Monday was dark and rainy and the campers were given an extra rest period after lunch to make up for the sleep they had missed. In the middle of their rest, the assembly bell began to ring. They assumed that the rising wind had caught it and tried to go back to sleep. However, they were convinced to move to the dining hall by a counselor who arrived at their door, her face bloody and cut by flying debris. 

Rebecca put on her rain poncho over jeans and a shirt. Some girls, still sleepy, brought their pillows. Others brought stuffed animals. Rebecca left her white bear behind, napping on the top bunk. 

To get to the dining hall, which was built on stilts at the water's edge, the girls had to wade through angle-deep water. Inside they found water dripping through the ceiling from the second floor. It eventually "rained" almost as hard inside as out. 

The decision was made to evacuate the camp. A head count was taken and the girls arranged in groups by cabin numbers one through twenty. The police, firemen, and ambulance crews arrived. Although the camp still had power the firemen cut all incoming electricity because some of the lines were being knocked down by falling branches. 

At this point Rebecca looked out the window toward the lake. She saw what seemed to be ocean-sized waves. The boat dock was gone and only the roof of the boathouse was above water. She says she began to cry but tried not to let the younger campers see her distress, as they were still enjoying the unusual situation. But after the lights went out, everyone began to be afraid. 

The firemen began leading out small group of girls up to the buses waiting at the top of the hill. They started with Cabin 20 and worked backwards, younger girls to the older ones. Rebecca (Cabin 9), watched as Cabin 10 was led out, all holding hands tightly with their fireman and with each other. Not too far up the path the fireman stopped the group just as a large tree fell down ahead of them and across the path. They continued around it and then up the hill and out of sight. 

Rebecca's fireman arrived to lead her group, warning them to hold hands and not let go for any reason. As they started up the hill and around the fallen tree they saw that one of the cabins had been completely flattened by another falling tree. 

They were all crying now, from fear and from the pain of the wind-driven debris hitting their faces. Rebecca let go of the hand of the girl next to her so that she could brush at her face. Her rain poncho acted as a sail to fly her through the air for several feet until her partner could grab her hand again. 

Once loaded onto the buses, the campers were taken to nearby Kingswood High School to spend the rest of the afternoon and the night. The townspeople brought blankets and food for them. Rebecca shared a blanket with two other girls, while sleeping on the floor of the school library. She envied the girls who had brought their pillows and stuffed animals. 

After a collect call home on Tuesday afternoon (Aug. 20) Rebecca was picked up at the high school by her dad. They went back to the camp for her belongings. Bill (Dad) described it as looking like a cross between a war zone and a lumber camp. Logging crews were cutting up the huge trees that were down everywhere.

No campers were seriously injured, although three of the sleeping cabins were completely destroyed by falling trees. 

All of Rebecca's belongings were recovered. The white bear was still napping, safe up there on the top bunk. The rain poncho was left behind at the high school. Rebecca didn't want it any more. 


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The Joy-Grondin Family

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Clockwise from top left: Mike, Ashley, Rebecca, Caleb, and Joey, 
with their eyes closed...

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... and (l to r) Rebecca, Caleb, Mike, Joey, and Ashley,
with their eyes mostly open

Thursday, July 7, 2011

The Kids

With our 30th wedding anniversary coming up later this year, it's fun to take a look at our blended family and think that we have been a part of all of their lives now. Some have been there all of those thirty years, and some came a bit later.
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Left to right: Emily, Aimee, Karlie, Isabella, Rocket, Mason, Big Chris, and Little Chris

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Ben at White Sands, New Mexico

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Dee and her kids

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Dee and Melina

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Left to right: Ashley, Mike, Rebecca, Caleb, and Joey

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Ashley and Rebecca