Archive for August, 2007

…For the Things God Has Done (con’t)

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

So, here’s how it went. I think a bulleted form will be easier to follow.

1. A few months ago, I received an e-mail from a lady (we’ll call her “Daddy’s Little Girl”) looking for some help with researching her biological father’s family from the Johnston County, North Carolina area. Apparently, her real father (we’ll call him “Mr. C”) died in an accidental drowning when she was only three months old.

2. “Daddy’s Little Girl” only learned of “Mr. C” when she was in her early teens. Until then, she believed the man who she had always known as her father was her “real” father (we’ll call this man “Mr. Saint”).

3. After “Mr. C’s” tragic death, “Mr. Saint” married “Mr. C’s” widow and took in all five (yes, all five) of “Mr. C’s” children and raised them as his own. Hence, the name, “Mr. Saint”. It was only after the youngest, “Daddy’s Little Girl”, was old enough to really understand that their mother told them about their real father and his untimely death.

4. “Daddy’s Little Girl” never knew any of “Mr. C’s” people and wanted to try to find out what she could about them. I agreed to help. I was able to uncover a good little bit of information on the family dating back to the mid 1800’s. From what I could gather, “Mr. C” only had one remaining living sibling, a sister, but I had no leads at all on whom she may have married or where she may have gone. I sent everything I found to “Daddy’s Little Girl”, gave her a few ideas on possible places to check for leads on the sister (her aunt), and wished her luck…promising, of course, to continue searching as well.

5. Last night I received an e-mail from a lady in Charleston, South Carolina. She had just run across wemightbekin the night before and was bowled over with all of the information she was finding there. :D Anywho, “Charleston” goes on to tell me about an old cemetery she had just visited in Johnston County last month while looking for her great-great-grandmother’s grave. The e-mail was rather lengthy and chocked full of great info about her “bonecollecting” and the line she has been researching for years. She was so kind as to include four wonderful photographs she took of headstones in that cemetery that relate to that line.

6. I scanned down the e-mail to the list of attachments and absolutely lost my breath. Lost. My. Breath.

7. Attachment #2 was a fabulous shot of “Mr. C’s” headstone! Oh. My. God.

8. I shot up out of my chair and sent it hurtling backwards across the floor as I yelled up to the Heavens, “You did it again, didn’t you? I love it when you do this stuff!” There I was…laughing and yelling and goose bumps popping up all over me…I had to be a sight to see. I guess it was a good thing the pups were outside at the time.

9. I immediately sent an e-mail out to “Daddy’s Little Girl” asking her to call me at home but not giving her any details. I also tracked down a phone number for her brother in Angier and left a message for her on his voice mail as well. Then, I waited.

10. She called less than an hour later and, let me tell you, God got ALL of the glory! She was so very excited. She remembered her mother taking them all to the little tucked away family cemetery when they were first told about “Mr. C” but he didn’t have a headstone then because of financial reasons. She had never been back and did not even know that a stone had since been placed there. “Mr. C” left this world 46 years ago and last night it felt like he was reunited with his little girl.

How cool is that?

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There’s Hope

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

My new “Theme Song”…I have claimed it…therefore it is my own! :D

If you have not yet found this amazing lady, her name is India Arie and this particular song is “There’s Hope”. Someone added a slide slow to the song for a pretty nice video. Enjoy.

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…For the Things God Has Done

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

It’s been a good day. It’s been a really good day. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. It’s time to lay me down to sleep now.

Thank you God.

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A Duck is a Duck is a Duck

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Just a word to the less than business wise here. When you want me to choose you to spend my hard earned money on (okay, so maybe it’s not so “hard earned” really) for supplemental insurance, maybe…just maybe…you should put in a few extra minutes at the creative juices bar to come up with an appropriate e-mail address for your business communications.

Come now, Scooter. Do you really think I’m gonna buy insurance, or anything else for that matter, from a guy who has the lack of good sense to use “batmanhead” for his business e-mail?

I kid you not. Batmanhead wants us all to buy insurance from him so badly that he has somehow conned someone in the city into attaching his little fluorescent pink flyer to our paychecks offering us his “duckly” services…if you get my “quack”. All we have to do is drop him an e-mail at his most prestigious address…you know…batmanhead@whatever domain…pick one. I’m sure someone will reply and will probably be willing to sell you something. How ducky!

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If Only…

Friday, August 24th, 2007

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Casey Bird

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

There is a great sadness in my heart. My sweet Cockatiel, Casey Bird, passed away today at the age of 23. I found him this afternoon.  He lived a long, happy life and he will be sorely missed.

My neighbors, Ray & Judith, came over and took him to their house to bury him in the bird cemetery in their backyard. They have now and have had many birds over the years. Nice people. Fine neighbors. They loved Casey. He loved them.

Casey Bird’s cage sits covered in its usual spot. I tear up each time I walk past it. I’ll miss him. Fly free my sweet boy. Fly free.

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A Day to Remember

Monday, August 20th, 2007

Aunt Re is 95 years young today!! Happy Birthday Sweetie!

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Major Server Problems

Friday, August 17th, 2007

If you’ve had problems getting to “The Bone” lately, you are not alone. The server that hosts this site as well as wemightbekin and my e-mail has apparently been on life support for the past day or so. Trying to connect to any of it has been an exercise in futility to say the least.

Hopefully, the problems are well on their way to being resolved and we will all be back up and fully functional again very soon. Hang in there with us please. By the way, DreamHost is the affected server so, if you are having problems with any other sites, they may be tied into them as well.

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Restoring Serenity

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

As I was homeward bound this morning, a song came on my mp3 player that I’ve listened to many, many times before…but…I actually heard it for the first time today and I knew I needed to share it with all of you as the next installment. I kept hitting the “repeat” button as tears streamed down my face. What a revelation.

I am including the lyrics as well as I believe you need to see the words and hear the music to get the full effect. Do yourself a favor…tune out the world, turn up the volume, and let this song wash over you. See if it doesn’t affect you in much the same way that it did me. I’ll be interested to know your thoughts.

I give you Rich Mullins and We are Not as Strong as We Think We Are

 

Well, it took the hand of God Almighty
To part the waters of the sea
But it only took one little lie
To separate you and me
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

 

And they say that one day Joshua
Made the sun stand still in the sky
But I can’t even keep these thoughts of you from passing by
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

 

We are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are

 

And the Master said their faith was
Gonna make them mountains move
But me, I tremble like a hill on a fault line
Just at the thought of how I lost you
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

 

We are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are

 

And if you make me laugh
I know I could make you like me
‘Cause when I laugh I can be a lot of fun
But when we can’t do that I know that it is frightening
What I don’t know is why we can’t hold on
We can’t hold on.

 

It took the hand of God Almighty
To part the waters of the sea
But it only took one little lie
To separate you and me
Oh, we are not as strong as we think we are

 

When you love you walk on the water
Just don’t stumble on the waves
We all want to go there somethin’ awful
But to stand there it takes some grace
Cause oh we are not as strong
As we think we are
No we are not as strong
As we think we are

 

Walk on the water
Walk on the water
If we could just hold on
Just hold on

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Home Again!

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

I’m back home safely…Thank you Jesus. It was a good time but WOW was it hot down there! I will be heading back for the Mason Reunion in about a month and I sure do hope the weather has broken by then. Maybe then I will be able to get some “Cemetery Hoppin’” done.

Heard from a couple of folks while I was gone. From the Byrd line, Nancy left this comment to tag on to Scott’s earlier comment. We will definitely be working to flesh out this line. Help us out, if you can.

Juli, I heard from your niece, Jacqueline, this weekend as well. How’s that for a “small world”? She wanted to know how she and I are related… :D Once I spelled out the elevendy million different ways and the fact that you and I have been “bone collecting” for years now, she got quite a kick out of it. I love this stuff.

Got to go play with the puppies. More later.

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