While great men are building skyscrapers, searching for new worlds in
space, and even diving deep into the dark shadows of the sea, we here on
our little space go about common place lives. Yet, there will be
something special too about us, like the ant of the scriptures, "who go
out, and come back in." Go to the ant, it is advised. In this way, maybe
like our ancestor you too can Paddle Your Own Canoe.
Youth and passion prevailed. A lonely girl, Favia, found a mate from the
ranks of the pagans and then her marriage was like a balancing act on a
see-saw. The heaviest one was closest to the middle and the lighter out a
distance away from the center. Her ideals of ancient ways had to be
wrapped around her like gold leaf, carefully. Songs of the pagans who knew
her husband poked fun at her. Melodies of her own kind were made with
distrust because she wasn’t true to her own. And yet, there was this
princess from among her people, who only looked on with a smile, neither
in judgement nor criticism. The girl relaxed and felt strengthened because
of the regal insight of this woman who had aristocratic refinement and
exerted no forcefulness or pressure.
Favia became a woman with
all the battles there as things do go for her gender. Once she watched,
while her family was threatened to be taken away because of an early
threat from disease and death. There was no one who had a shoulder for her
tears but the one who had been a princess was now a queen and the tender
greetings still reached out and blessed the young Favia with the strength
of her mellow wisdom. Others often had a looking down their nose attitude.
The queen said nothing, other than to greet her with love and warmth while
calling her name. The smile of royalty spreads warmth to those who are
cursed with weights upon their life. How little effort was expended, yet
how healing the show of approval. It seemed to Favia only the queen knew
about the characteristic of dedication.
As the queen aged and was
at a place of physical weakness never once did she waver or fail to lose
this sense of duty for her people, those who were around her. The aging
woman’s steps were halting and slow and she found it necessary to hold to
something to keep her balance. More than ever there was a glow of a smile
to light her face when Favia respectfully stepped up to her.
“Favia!” She would exclaim
with an honestly joyful expression on her face, “How ARE you?” And that
was all. No worries about anyone, anything or whatever else. Nothing of a
holier than thou attitude for criticism ever crossed her countenance. Left
only was the look of pure pleasure in the elder woman’s eyes to simply
greet and rejoice in a small happy moment. These are the ties to hold.
This alone must remain a mental picture of encouragement in Favia’s mind
for all time. Frail and fragile, the aged woman rested in her private
living quarters after she had held court that one last time and ever so
lightly from her hand slipped the glass of milk she held. The regal lady
quietly and softly as a lover’s whisper, fell asleep in death. Easily,
this gentle person, in a true queenly manner, faced her last enemy with
that same strength she had while living.
Museum and Genealogy Library, June
After nineteen years,
finally I'm closing in on having my genealogy library in place. First
there was the research on the antique photographs.
started this, my husband Rodney Flood and me, before I had a computer.
Typing on a typewriter with white out in hand was no fun. A paragraph in
error on a page with wrong dates, place of birth or ancestral lineage
could make a whole page need to be retyped. Traveling from courthouse to
courthouse was a pleasure but definitely expensive. Dusty old files, in a
basement wasn't much fun either. Then there was the old house converted
into a museum that was without a doubt, haunted. That wasn't fun even if a
person has no fear and is determined to find a certain bit of history on
one family line or another. Once a large purse thrown across the room,
another time a hologram of a man in a World War 11 uniform strolling about
the grounds, and then the last time visited a stench in the room where the
files were was unbelievable. When this was reported to the curator and she
came to investigate the odor was totally gone. This was the last visit
there. Takes a bit to get through to me but I finally can be convinced we
were not welcome.
All I needed was a
place to put my library. I went through all the in's and out's of trying
to establish the old ranch home as a library. The weather is very cold out
on the prairie in the winter but that was all right in my mind since we
wouldn't be using it but only in the summer tourists months. The ranch
house was well built and able to be very comfortably cool even in hot
August days. At night it was necessary to “pull covers, it could be so
“Sister's lost her
mind.” Not to my face were these comments made but I was well aware what
was being said. “She wants to restore that old ranch house for a genealogy
library. Why that is next to being insane.”
On and on it went, not only from every family member but for any and
everyone in the community as well. Why I let things like this touch my
aching heart I cannot tell you, but it did. Finally, like the haunted
museum, I turned away from the dear old home I loved as a child.
My next thought was
to go to my front patio which is partially covered anyway. I felt it would
be an easy matter to finish it up as a room. However, every possible other
project was a must-do on the property. With one more summer tourist season
going past I began to feel hopelessly defeated.
This was when some
folks came to my home searching for material on a family member they never
knew. The woman had been adopted at an early age. Her biological father
had been Jones but she knew little about him. I was a little embarrassed
that I had to seat them at the kitchen table. However, this was a good way
to spur me on to finish my project.
My idea is to have the
antique photographs on DVD's with the information narrated so a person can
see the picture, and hear the information. I was made aware of this need
from the hours of having to strain my eyes looking at rolls of microfilm.
Libraries with genealogy information have many people coming through so
this is necessary but here in my own home there will not be that happening
so individuals will have the opportunity to do something like this. This
room has a door so people can be shut off from the activities of the
family in the rest of the house. This way they can study in peace,
undisturbed. The lovely patio with all the greenery and water fountain
lends a private, pleasant surroundings also. Soft music Rodney has
installed so it will be a quiet backdrop. This privacy will be guaranteed
through the invitational status in regards to a visit. A phone call to
firm up a time and hours for reservations will do.
These are pictures from my efforts to set up a small museum here in my
home. It is more of a chore than I realized but the guests who come
through and children of the family are learning so much about their
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