Friday, February 20, 2009

Back to Dorothy........

Saturday, April 21, 1917:
Chilly. Regents office with grade cards - all finished.
Essay contest this afternoon and then to Church fo Funeral.
Tired & came home for supper. Paul called but said nothing about tomorrow.

Sunday, April 22, 1917:
Beautiful day but dull for me. Did not go to church. Slept all afternoon. Paul did not call up as he promised. Brought machine tonight. Went to church - then to Robbins with Ruby.
Machine gone wrong.

Monday, April 23, 1917:
Sewing and making garden.

Tuesday, April 24, 1917:
Still at home but working all the time getting ready for the picnic. Paul came down and said he would find some way of coming or getting me there.

Wednesday, April 25, 1917:
Picnic. Went with Dale and Gladys.
Paul brought me back in the wagon. Storm came up.
Stayed at Lawrences for supper. Paul & I came home in machine.

Thursday, April 26, 1917:
Tired and worn. Circus day but did not go.
Bought goods for new dress.

Friday, April 27, 1917:
Working all day cooking etc.
Paul came tonight but seemed quiet... late coming down.

Saturday, April 28, 1917:
Nothing unusual.

Sunday, April 29, 1917:
Went to church. Read all afternoon.
Paul forgot to call - so he said.
Rather late coming down and I got mad, blue, and everything else.
I hurt him by talking about Americans as bluffers etc.

Monday, April 30, 1917:
Started new dress.
Raining. Almost finished centerpiece.

Tuesday, May 1, 1917:
Mr. Hawes called and asked me to teach first grade at Pleasant. Drove me out.
Gladys, Cory, & mother burned.
Paul called this afternoon - I wasn't here. Called later.

Wednesday, May 2, 1917:
Still teaching. Mrs. Cory died this morning.
Paul came tonight and brought a box of candy. Had wonderful evening planning for out future.

Thursday, May 3, 1917:
Fine morning.
School is fine, especialy the hot lunches.
Paul did not call as promised & we missed the K.P. dance tonight.

Friday, May 4, 1917:
Raining all day. School closed at noon for Mrs. Corys funeral.
Finished dress and wore it tonight for Paul who came late again.

Saturday, May 5, 1917:
Baked pies and cake this morning. Went downtown for last check. Bought new tablecloth and sat up to hem it. Also bought linens and new dresser scarf.
Paul called.

Sunday, May 6, 1917:
Horrid, dull, cold, damp, day. Went to school for books but did not see Paul. Have a stiff neck today. Made out plans for week, Paul came early before I had finished washing dishes.

ok - ok -ok

ok - you would think I would be getting the hang of this blogging stuff! The previous blog was to be on the Fields Family Weekend Blog. I will update!
But - if anyone has any ideas - let me know!

How About.......

Ok - don't everyone jump at once!
How about a weekend at the lakes on Gary's boat?
Everyone in favor - leave a comment and vote yes!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Uncle John

I saw Uncle John last Saturday. I love Uncle John. Why? I don't know - except that he is my uncle. My mother's younger brother. He and Aunt D. had 6 kids - a huge family in my mind when I was younger. He owned an apple orchard and we always went down to get apples and visit. Uncle J. is a tiny man and he reminds me a magical little elf. Aunt D. made the best home-made caramel apples ever! But I never stayed all night with my cousins. I never had a "special" relationship with Uncle J. He never gave me any special bits of wisdom. I don't know what his favorite color is (although I would guess red!) or his favorite food. I have never even been to his current home! But - he loved my mother and he really misses her and he has the same macular degeneration eye disease that my mom had so he doesn't see well and I always have to tell him who I am. And when I see him look at me with those clear bright eyes that aren't seeing very well - I see my mom and we both have something very precious in common.

My brother has been wanting to get together with Uncle J. and listen to Uncle J. talk about his war experiences. I have heard there are some really interesting stories. I don't think I have ever know a more gentle man - it's hard to imagine him having war stories.

Sometimes it's nice to be loved or to love - just because.