Lydia Mangum, age 70, living with 4 young granddaughters and domestic Carey Cole in 1860 North Carolina.
I recently saw this example of white privilege:
Ugh! That one really hit home.
Archive for CREATING YOUR LEGACY
Ethel Lee Robbins Lawrence (1887–1918)
So… we’re all locked down, to various degrees, in a worldwide effort to help stop the spread of the novel COVID-19 Coronavirus. And everyone knows that this 2020 pandemic is the worst thing since the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic.
From Wikipedia: The Spanish flu was an unusually deadly influenza pandemic. Lasting from January 1918 to December 1920, it infected 500 million (estimated) people—about a quarter of the world’s population at the time…resulting in 50 million (estimated) deaths.
The Worry Matrix is a handy, printable tool that will help you decide what’s worth worrying about, and what isn’t.
In my previous posts — Clearing Mental Clutter and Why Worry? Take Action! — I covered the following concepts:
- Worrying is just a form of mental clutter.
- Worrying is like praying for something you don’t want.
- The key to less worrying is more action!
Curious George looking to see where I went. (I had gone outside to talk with my neighbor, Lonna.)
George was my constant companion for 17-1/2 years.
Social media friends got to see a lot of him.
He had his own Pinterest board.
And a Facebook photo album.
He died in December from multiple health conditions (OK, I had him euthanized, ugh!), and I miss him terribly. I know many pet owners who can relate, and I so appreciate those of you who expressed your condolences on Facebook, and those of you who sent cards to my home…!
Internet photo of the luminarias at the cemetery next door (Mt. Calvary).
(This story was originally posted in a Facebook Note on December 24, 2012.)
Luminarias are one of my favorite family holiday traditions. It comes from my mom’s having grown up (from the age of 10) in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
But… in the cemetery? Let me explain.
One never knows what will happen when you pass a family keepsake on to the next generation. Will they love it? Or, not so much? There’s only one way to find out….if your kids are adults now, ask them!
Keep reading to find out what happened when I offered my mom’s good silverware to my niece Vinca as a wedding present.
Photos found in donated books (click to enlarge)
Have you ever hidden anything in a book? Maybe used a photo as a bookmark? I don’t recommend it as a way to save your photos! Here’s why:
I volunteer weekly for my local Friends of the Library. We price and sort donated books for our monthly used book sales (at which I also run a cash register), and we have a lovely used book shop in the Main library downtown which is open six days a week. We raise around $200K every year for library programs such as the Summer Reading Program for children.
Mom’s crystal punch bowl, usually used for fruit, is being used here for pecans.
Have you inherited keepsakes you don’t know what to do with?
I can’t tell you how many of my clients have had a garage or storage unit full of stuff they inherited from a loved one. These items represent a mix of emotions – memories good and bad; guilt over secretly wanting to reclaim the space they occupy; fear that they will accidentally discard a priceless heirloom. They are paralyzed with indecision: Am I betraying my loved one if I part with this item? Will I forget them if I don’t keep all their stuff? (I promise you won’t!) How, and where, can I get rid of it? How, and where, can I keep it?
I originally wrote this post for World Back Up Day (Don’t be an April Fool – Take the Pledge!)
But…really, shouldn’t every day be Back Up Day?
(Click to view video: “What Would You Do if You Lost Everything?“)
I’ve never attended the Iowa State Fair. I gain weight just reading the 2019 Food On A Stick menu! But I did visit the fairgrounds a number of years ago on a genealogy research trip with my dad. Why? Because the land formerly belonged to my 2nd great-grandfather, Calvin Thornton. Prior to that, it belonged to his pioneer father-in-law, John Harris, who left it to his daughter, Araminta. (So, it was really hers…and, well, who knows who it “belonged” to before they came to settle in the area, right? But I digress…)
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