Friday, July 2, 2021

E-mail Subscribers

     The service which allows email subscribers is going away. I am trying to figure out how to keep my 29 Blog subscribers. I will attempt some blogs in July. My blog can always be accessed through www.margietolsdorf.blogspot.com. More updates to come.

Thursday, May 13, 2021

Happy Birthday

 Often I think of noting birthdays of my many ancestors. Of course, this would involve some research and time that I do not seem to able to muster lately.  There are a few of these ancestors that I can pull out of my memories' hat but most would take some investigation.  I still like the idea, maybe someday I will achieve this.

What I can do is note birthdays of my decendants. For example, today is the 12th birthday of my youngest grandchild. He is our only boy grandchild so he will be the one to carry on the family name. I hope I can interest him in genealogy someday.

Happy Birthday, Jake.




Saturday, February 27, 2021

Daughters of the American Revolution

     I finally did it. I submitted my application to the Daughters of the American Revolution. I have been meaning to do this for years. Mainly I wanted to make it easier for my granddaughters to apply in the future if they should become interested. My patriot is Abraham DeHart on my father's side. I am fairly certain I can follow the line back on my mother's side as well. I would be willing to give it a try if a maternal cousin is interested. 

     The lineage is as follows:

Abrabam DeHart-patriot who fought for our independence in the Revolutionary War.

 Samuel DeHart- son of Abraham of West Virginia

George DeHart-grandson of Abraham. I have visited the grave of George in DalHart, Texas.           He and his brothers fought in the Civil War on the side of the Confederacy

Emma Susan DeHart Borden -great granddaughter of Abraham and my great grandmother whom I knew well as a child.

Nina Frances Borden Wright-great great granddaughter of Abraham and my paternal grandmother.

LaVerne William Wright- 3rd great grandson of Abraham and my father.

Margaret Ann Wright Tolsdorf- 4th great granddaughter of Abraham DeHart.

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Away

     Many years ago (many=40) when I was in my mid-30's, life was busy, busy, busy. I was a full time elementary teacher with two elementary age children. My husband worked extended hours which left me dealing with daily life on my own at times.

     Now here it is so much later in life. So many changes. So much living. And now it seems so long ago.

     I found a cartoon in the paper one day that seemed to summarize my young mother and wife existance. This was so me in those days.


Suddenly, life rushes by and all one has are those memories.  And how grateful I am for them all.

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Only in a Small Town

     Recently, I was on a walk with a friend and told her a story about a near fatal accident some years ago.  Little did I know I would come across a written version of that saga only a few days later. I didn't remember that I had even written about it.  The missing piece of this story is the year. I detailed the date but not the year. It was somewhere between 2006 and 2008.  The original title was just what I have written here; Only in a Small Town. Then I renamed it A Tale of Two Fridays. Either title is appropiate. Take your choice.

     On December 16, my husband, Tom, his mother, and I headed for St. Louis to spend the week-end with the kids and granddaughters three.  About 10 miles or so into the trip, Doris, Tom's mom, remembered that she had forgotten to stop her mail.  Tom said we could just call the post office on the cell phone, but Doris did not know the number.  However, she did know the number of the congregate meal site where she drank coffee every mornng. ate senior lunches, and quilted in the afternoons on Monday and Friday.  Tom called the number and Carol, the cook, answered. Carol was one of the 34 graduates in our Scranton High School Class of '63. (that is 1963 not 1863 as some of you might think). So, we knew her well. Tom asked her to look up the number of the post office. She was glad to do it.  She also volunteered to do it for us if we wished. No, indeed we could do it.  Tom then called the post office.  Of course, they were happay to put a hold on Doris' mail, but Friday's mail had already gone out.  Tom's reply to the next question was, "If it isn't too much trouble."
The question posed after explaining Friday mail had already been dispatched was, "Would you like us to go pick it up and bring it back?" Aaaah, life in a small town.
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     Little did I know what the next Friday would bring. Hence, the inspiration for the second title to this piece.

     On Friday, December 23rd, we had the opportunity to the "call any number in Scranton for help phone technique" but for a much different reason.  This time we were trying too get in contact with Dad's insurance agent. Tom called the  insurance office first but it was closed for Christmas.  Then he called the only other number he knew, the bank's. He called the bank number so someone could look up the insurance agent's home number.  He was not home, but his wife gave us his cell phone number.  Our agent was passing by Glidden ( 9 miles west of Scranton) when Tom reached him.  He went straight to his closed office to look up information for us.

     This is why we needed the information.

     About 25 miles west of the Quad Cities on our way to Springfield on the 23rd, Tom moved into the passing lane to go around a semi. About half-way around, we suddenly couldn't see anything.  Tom was doing about 72 miles per hour.  Evidently, a wind gush or vaccum pocket caused our van's hood to pop open and smash into the windshield. Now remember we were doing 70+ miles per hour and could not see because the hood was blocking the view. The windshield stayed in place but was shattered.  The snow, ice and slush complicated the situation. And we were driving blind next to a semi on our right.  Tom managed to slow the van to a speed in which he could pull over to the middle median and get stopped.  All, I remind you, without being able to see.  We were so lucky on so many counts.  The main one is probably that I wasn't driving.  I think I would have just closed my eyes and screamed before dying.  It still gives me the chills to think about how lucky we were.  Meanwhile, our insurance agent spent time on the phone looking for a place where we could help. It was the Friday before Christmas and everything was closing. His was not an easy task. As we slowly continued in the dismal weather almost feeling our way along, our agent found a place in Davenport where we could get the exact windshield and they were ready for us when we arrived.  One and one half hours later, we were back on the road to Springfield and the repair shop closed as we drove out of the lot.  Just as Dickens ends his Tale with memorable wordage, I will try to do the same with mine.


    I will enjoy today.  Tomorrow may not come my way.

Friday, January 15, 2021

Who knows?

If I made a New Year's Resolution for 2021, it would be to get all my photos in some sort of order. I am starting realize my time is running out.

One of the photos I recently came across baffled me. Certainly those are my parents, Mary and Vern, but where are they? I finally figured it out but can you?

Any ideas?