I don't suppose I gave much thought to who I was, or where I came from, but once I got 'turned on' to gathering information about these things, I found there were more questions than there were answers.
As I believe that 'Families are Forever', it was important that I dig out as much information as I could. The more I learned, the more I discovered I had fewere answers than questions. When I started it was labor intensive, and took longer to find information that it took to ask for it. My relatives at the time were still living, and that was some help, but they were not able to give me all the information that I was need of. I found that those from the UK were more interested in the money I sent, than giving me much new information. They had to little to add what I had already gathered from those who were still living and able to answer questions here in the US.
I believe I have covered my Maternal Grandfathers leaving the family in other writings, so I won't go into that here. Rather I would talk a little about my Dad's mother. She dropped out of the picture after UK 1901 after returning with my Dad. No trace has been available to me up until now. I did learn that she may have received an annulment from her marriage to my Grandfather by giving my Dad up to his Paternal Grandmother. This I have yet to prove, but have made available a Micro-film that may give me some
clue. Here is hoping!
I didn't get to this point by accident, I came through a long line of people who lived and made 'my time on earth' possible. Because I am aware of this blessing, it seems necessary for me to give them the place they deserve in my Family Records. They are not just a name on a page in my book, but a very necessary part of my personal being. I think once one has children, then grand children and now in my case great grand children, the truth of this key thought is brought into clear vision.
I am a first generation American from my Dad's family line. My Mother was a mixture of French and Dutch Irish so far as I have discovered. Where
I thought my line followed the Hall family, I have discovered she was from the Eaton line. If that is true - I believe her line is entitled to be numbered among those who came over on the Mayflower. I have proved she is the grand daughter of a Veteran of the Civil War. That would be from her Maternal side of the family. I have enough proof now to be included in the Daughters of the Civil War Veterans. I visited their Headquarters in Springfield, Illinois in 2006 and needed one piece of proof, that I have since located. I have the forms, but have not filled them out and sent them in at this time. They have a group in Santa Barbara. That is the closest I know of. I met the President during my visit in Illinois.
All the girls of the family - on my Husband line are Daughters of the Utah
Pioneers. I have the information for my grandson to be a Son of the Utah Pioneers. However I have not been successful in finding out how to get him into that group. Heritage is important. The further away we get from the time and people who were valuable participants in a part of History the
more important I belive it comes to be connected. It was those people who made the History of America wonderous and great. We best remember them by, giving time and honor even today.
Since beginning gathering information on my Family in 1953, many changes have come forward. We no longer have to depent on Regular Mail,
but we can e-mail. There are a number of fabulour programs where we can store the information we have gathered. We can change, update and share
that information with just a click. We can add stories, pictures and if we are really adventurous, we can leave spoken words and moving pictures as well. There seems to be no limit as to the way we can keep records today.
We can search and share 'on line'. We can down load and scan. We can
update and change. We can learn and share. The modern technology available makes doing Family History a 'piece of cake' for those who are
willing to take the time and trouble to look up and find just who they are.
If you haven't taken the time to learn, do so today. Of course there is Ancestry.com, which is expensive, and there are no sure proof what one finds there is truly connected with your family. Only truly checking the records and making sure the person is really connected is worth knowing. The records are now available, and can be looked at on-line. I encourage you to look at these and make sure your connections are justified.
www.lds.org now has Family Tree that is one way to check. They also have the 'FAN' that will show just what is known about your family and where you need to start looking. If you are just starting, you will need to begin with YOU and put everything you know into a program of your choice. Now the 1940 Census is available on-line, you have a closer check than ever before.
Remember this was before the Second World War. The thousands that were lost in one battle or another in that War should be on the 1940 Census.
Don't forget those who may not have had the opportunity to have married and had their own families. Every member of the Family has value and needs to be listed and remembered.
I'm greatful for my Heritage. I may have problems to solve, I may have questions that have not been answered, but that does not discourage me. I am willing to exstend my research and find those who have been hard to locate and fit into their rightful place. If you haven't started gathering the members of Family, please start by making a 'sure record' of you and your loved ones. Putting your Family together, one generation at a time. Add those pictures - tell those stories - source your records to prove you are truly part of the line you record. Be excited and enjoy the journey of finding your own
Family History. Where would you be without them? You wouldn't be!
Today there are numerous ways to gather the information you seek. Don't put off looking for it. Take pride in your work. Leave a trail easy to follow for those who come after you. They are important to you as well. Never
think it isn't important. We without those who made 'our time on earth' possible are helpless. They made it possible for us to be here, now it is our turn to make 'their time on earth' a record and show honor. We are fortunate to have the avenues of research and storage available to us as never before possible. Don't let the time pass you by saying: 'sometime I will try' - get with the thousands of others who have made the gathering of Family History the largest Hobby in this day and time. You won't be sorry you did. If you are enjoying your journey here on earth, learn about your ancestors journey and what they contributed to the History and Building of this Country. Each life contributed in some way. Even the 'black sheep' are of interest. Today is the day - now is the hour - there are chances and means all around, grasp hold and run with them. You will be surprised how much fun it is, and how rewarding!
Written this 9th day of April, 2013
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Elder Hostels - An Experience
I discovered these when I was seeking something new to experience when Jay and I became 'Empty Nesters'. We were putting our life together again, finding ourselve alone. We had been going to 'night school' and had great fun learning a good many things. Jay especially enjoyed the various cooking classes we attended. I struggled through a class of Finance Management, which Jay of course found very interesting. All in all
we had tried a great many things to find a common ground to enjoy being
together, alone again.
I went to the Public Library and researched other things, and found Elder Hostel. I sent off for more information - you will have to remember this was before the inter-net. When they sent us a catalog, we spent a good deal of time scanning the various opportunities this offered. Finding Programs that were not too far from home to sign up for.
Our first attempt was at St. George, Utah. It was a week of discovery in
a part of the Country that was close to Jay's heart. We were to learn more about the Ghost Towns of the area along with color from the surrounding area. I had no idea there were mines that had brought a large number of people to that area. I always thought that Religion had caused the influx of population, but I was to learn that there were precious Metals as well. Of
course with the family connection of Jay's we were aware of Iron that
was in the area, but knew it was not sufficient to be of value.
We learned about the many Movies that were shot in the area and a lot about John Wayne and his love of Southern Utah. Where he ate, and where many of the scenes were shot. We had an evening learning about the Jewelry that was made by the Indians in the area as well. There was a Pioneer Dutch Oven Dinner in the Park that followed a walk through the Pioneer Grave Yard. We spend a very enjoyable week there, and came away wanting more.
Being envolved in Elder Hostels ment you met some very interesting people and learned more than you could possibly have guessed was out there. One thing we discovered was the people who participate in these wonderous weeks are very special. One women took a plane from Pennsylvania with nothing but a duffle bag full of clothing and personal needs, starting the furtherest West and would cover the country attending Elder Hostels as she
moved East. Each connecting travel East would be accepted by someone in the group she ment in the West. She said she was never disappointed. She
was always able to find someone else that would offer her a ride either to or near where her next Elder Hostel was. Amazing!
We met people from all walks of life. Very few were like us - first timers.
Many had been to a number of Elder Hostels, some even out of the United
States. It was interesting to hear about all the places they had gone and what they had learned.
Our appetite had grown so that we decided to go again, and again. We again poured over the catalog and decided where we would like to go next.
I believe the one that followed that was most inspiring was our trip to Trinidad, Colorado for the study of the Santa Fe Trail. As it would work out, it was the last time it would be offered. The man who was knowledgeable was elderly, and was frank to admit he had no idea how long he would be able to continue. We were fortunate to be able to be in this group. The streets in Trinidad, Colorado are paved in bricks made in the town. We each received one at the end of the week. What a prize. Among the many things that we were able to visit was Fort Union. One of the places the wagon trains that followed the Santa Fe Trail stopped at. When we visited there, we looked out over the flat land and could see the wheel marks, still visible leaving the Fort. We were surprised to learn there were more than one set of wagon wheel tracks. They did not all follow one after the other as we had thought. From Fort Union the Trains would continue South with their goods and set up their wares in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We learned they would take the time to stop and clean up and get ready for their trading with the folks that came North from Mexico. It was a revelation of how those people traded.
One of the interesting things about this particular trip was we discovered when we got into Colorado, neither of us had money with us. We had not made it to the Bank to get the necessary cash to pay for our Tuition. It was a Holiday Week-end and the College did not take checks. Fortunately we
had arrived before the local Banks had closed, and was able to get a Cash
Advance on our Credit Card. The Lord was certainly with us on this trip.
The City of Trinidad is very colorful. A nagging question that I had for years was what was the 'pickit wire' that was talked about in many of the Western Movies I had seen. In one of our field trips, we were taken to the Pergitory River where a number of French Soldiers had been killed, thus the River was called by that name. Western folks couldn't clearly pronounce the French word so it came out as the 'pickit wire' rather than the Per-git-twah. Just another one of those interesting but small things uncovered.
We were taken to a home where a family were working in Adobe bricks. We learned how they were made, and were able to tour their most interesting home, all made of the Adobe Bricks they had made on the spot.
Oh, and if you wonder about housing - it could be in a Motel, or it could be in Dormatories on Campus. Food was special here at Trinidad - catered by Marriot Hotel, and it was fabulous to say the least. One of the great things we enjoyed was Cookies made from the left over Donuts. Out of this world and hugh.
Another Eldler Hostel was in Kingman, Arizona where we learned about Rock Hounding. Here we stayed in the Motel. The food wasn't as good, but we didn't go hungry either. We visited Oatman and saw the Donkeys the Miners turned loose when they either died or gave up prospecting. They run wild in the streets and surrounding area. They say Clark Gable and Carole Lumbard haunt the Hotel. It was where they spent their Honeymoon. We stopped along the Highway and picked up odd looking rocks and for some of us, they had value. We study more Ghost Towns and learned about Andy Devine the Movie Actor who was from those part. The many classes and field trips made for a great week. As I said we went to places that was close to home. There is much around us that we have no idea can make for an interesting trip, and adventure in seeking out treasures that lay close at hand.
Elder Hostels are great ways to learn, they have become expensive I under-stand. If I had the finances however, I would still be going and discovering what lays close at hand almost anywhere one might travel. I hope this will encourage my family to make every trip away from home into one of discovery. There are many hidden fun and interesting things to see and to explore. No place is sterile. Someone lived there, experienced the thrill of
making life and earning a living. They built homes, they learned about what was in the area. Sometimes it was Mineral, other times it was the chance to make something blossom and productive. In every case they have left history and discoveries that should be explored and enjoyed. Nothing came from nothing, and nothing ever will. Strike out, seek the hidden, and enjoy every opportunity that comes your way. As the wise man once said:
"we pass this way but once". What will you discover then next time you travel along the Highway of Your Life? The Choice is YOURS!
Written this 9th day of April 2013
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
we had tried a great many things to find a common ground to enjoy being
together, alone again.
I went to the Public Library and researched other things, and found Elder Hostel. I sent off for more information - you will have to remember this was before the inter-net. When they sent us a catalog, we spent a good deal of time scanning the various opportunities this offered. Finding Programs that were not too far from home to sign up for.
Our first attempt was at St. George, Utah. It was a week of discovery in
a part of the Country that was close to Jay's heart. We were to learn more about the Ghost Towns of the area along with color from the surrounding area. I had no idea there were mines that had brought a large number of people to that area. I always thought that Religion had caused the influx of population, but I was to learn that there were precious Metals as well. Of
course with the family connection of Jay's we were aware of Iron that
was in the area, but knew it was not sufficient to be of value.
We learned about the many Movies that were shot in the area and a lot about John Wayne and his love of Southern Utah. Where he ate, and where many of the scenes were shot. We had an evening learning about the Jewelry that was made by the Indians in the area as well. There was a Pioneer Dutch Oven Dinner in the Park that followed a walk through the Pioneer Grave Yard. We spend a very enjoyable week there, and came away wanting more.
Being envolved in Elder Hostels ment you met some very interesting people and learned more than you could possibly have guessed was out there. One thing we discovered was the people who participate in these wonderous weeks are very special. One women took a plane from Pennsylvania with nothing but a duffle bag full of clothing and personal needs, starting the furtherest West and would cover the country attending Elder Hostels as she
moved East. Each connecting travel East would be accepted by someone in the group she ment in the West. She said she was never disappointed. She
was always able to find someone else that would offer her a ride either to or near where her next Elder Hostel was. Amazing!
We met people from all walks of life. Very few were like us - first timers.
Many had been to a number of Elder Hostels, some even out of the United
States. It was interesting to hear about all the places they had gone and what they had learned.
Our appetite had grown so that we decided to go again, and again. We again poured over the catalog and decided where we would like to go next.
I believe the one that followed that was most inspiring was our trip to Trinidad, Colorado for the study of the Santa Fe Trail. As it would work out, it was the last time it would be offered. The man who was knowledgeable was elderly, and was frank to admit he had no idea how long he would be able to continue. We were fortunate to be able to be in this group. The streets in Trinidad, Colorado are paved in bricks made in the town. We each received one at the end of the week. What a prize. Among the many things that we were able to visit was Fort Union. One of the places the wagon trains that followed the Santa Fe Trail stopped at. When we visited there, we looked out over the flat land and could see the wheel marks, still visible leaving the Fort. We were surprised to learn there were more than one set of wagon wheel tracks. They did not all follow one after the other as we had thought. From Fort Union the Trains would continue South with their goods and set up their wares in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We learned they would take the time to stop and clean up and get ready for their trading with the folks that came North from Mexico. It was a revelation of how those people traded.
One of the interesting things about this particular trip was we discovered when we got into Colorado, neither of us had money with us. We had not made it to the Bank to get the necessary cash to pay for our Tuition. It was a Holiday Week-end and the College did not take checks. Fortunately we
had arrived before the local Banks had closed, and was able to get a Cash
Advance on our Credit Card. The Lord was certainly with us on this trip.
The City of Trinidad is very colorful. A nagging question that I had for years was what was the 'pickit wire' that was talked about in many of the Western Movies I had seen. In one of our field trips, we were taken to the Pergitory River where a number of French Soldiers had been killed, thus the River was called by that name. Western folks couldn't clearly pronounce the French word so it came out as the 'pickit wire' rather than the Per-git-twah. Just another one of those interesting but small things uncovered.
We were taken to a home where a family were working in Adobe bricks. We learned how they were made, and were able to tour their most interesting home, all made of the Adobe Bricks they had made on the spot.
Oh, and if you wonder about housing - it could be in a Motel, or it could be in Dormatories on Campus. Food was special here at Trinidad - catered by Marriot Hotel, and it was fabulous to say the least. One of the great things we enjoyed was Cookies made from the left over Donuts. Out of this world and hugh.
Another Eldler Hostel was in Kingman, Arizona where we learned about Rock Hounding. Here we stayed in the Motel. The food wasn't as good, but we didn't go hungry either. We visited Oatman and saw the Donkeys the Miners turned loose when they either died or gave up prospecting. They run wild in the streets and surrounding area. They say Clark Gable and Carole Lumbard haunt the Hotel. It was where they spent their Honeymoon. We stopped along the Highway and picked up odd looking rocks and for some of us, they had value. We study more Ghost Towns and learned about Andy Devine the Movie Actor who was from those part. The many classes and field trips made for a great week. As I said we went to places that was close to home. There is much around us that we have no idea can make for an interesting trip, and adventure in seeking out treasures that lay close at hand.
Elder Hostels are great ways to learn, they have become expensive I under-stand. If I had the finances however, I would still be going and discovering what lays close at hand almost anywhere one might travel. I hope this will encourage my family to make every trip away from home into one of discovery. There are many hidden fun and interesting things to see and to explore. No place is sterile. Someone lived there, experienced the thrill of
making life and earning a living. They built homes, they learned about what was in the area. Sometimes it was Mineral, other times it was the chance to make something blossom and productive. In every case they have left history and discoveries that should be explored and enjoyed. Nothing came from nothing, and nothing ever will. Strike out, seek the hidden, and enjoy every opportunity that comes your way. As the wise man once said:
"we pass this way but once". What will you discover then next time you travel along the Highway of Your Life? The Choice is YOURS!
Written this 9th day of April 2013
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
My Smith Family
Our numbers have dwindled down to 'a precious few'. I'm the last of the first family still able to look back over the past and be amazed at all that we have experienced and enjoyed. Kind of makes me set up and take notice all over again. I guess you could say we came and went in an organized fashion. Thinking about it, I was a bit surprised. Maybe you will be as well?
First came John Charles Smith born in England 7th October 1898 he came to the United States when he was about 7 years old. Lived with his father and step mother in East Liverpool, Columbiana County, Ohio. It was there he met Edith Annie Hall (in genealogy research I discovered her listed as
Annie Edith Hall) born in Springhill, Warren County, Iowa 11th February 1902. Edith had moved with her family when she was around 9 months of age to East Liverpool, Columbiana, Ohio. John, or J.C. as he was listed on the marriage registry married Edith 21st October 1920.
The marriage was blessed with three children: Ralph Evron (his second name was chosen from the telephone directory) born 4th September 1921; Ronald Charles born 6th November 1924 (Mom always called him FUZZ - but couldn't remember why) and finally Eileen Charmaine born 7th February 1929.
Notice the birthdates - John the 7th and Edith the 11th. Ralph the 4th, Ronald the 6th and Eileen the 7th.
Now for the deaths: John passed away on the 19th July 1955; Edith on the 11th August 1984; Ralph on the 3rd of June 1995 then Ronald on the 24th of December 2012. The dates aren't progressive, but all passed away in the order they were born. One very interesting note is that John died as the result of an auto accident in which Edith was very serious injuried, but survivied. However, it was noticed by Eileen following Edith's passing that she had passed away 6 months after her 83rd birthday in room 719 - the date that John had died 29 years earlier.
Ralph passed away 2 years before his wife, while Ronald passed away 25 years after his first wife. Ralph left a family of two grown children, Ronald left a family of 5 grown children. At this written, Eileen has survived her husband Jay by 9 years and their son Paul by 2 years. She and Dawn their daughter still representing the Rosenberg side of the family. There will however not be any posterity bearing that sir name, as Paul never had any children.
John and Ralph were both bright and inventive. They worked on a number of projects together, which held a great deal of promise, but neither lived to see any of their ideas come to be. I notice now that their idea of advanced drafting is now covered with the Computer age, turning sea water into drinking water is being done successfully and solar power is now available.
The notebook with all of their drawings and basic notes was never found after the accident, so we have no idea what happened to it.
Ronald, and Ralph as well were both trained as printers. Ralph followed after John as an machinist. John ended up as a Model maker and was working on the ship that would carry man into outerspace at the time of his death. He was well known as 'Capt. John' to the engineers he worked with on the project. Dearly loved and remembered with the purchase of some valueable books that are now housed in the Huntington Library in Pasadena, California in his memory. Ralph, following his service in the Second World War varied his occupation between machinist and printing. He was more a 'jack of all trades' you might say. Ronald was a printer for many years in the Newspaper publishing business then branched out into maintainence machinst then finally a Warehouseman for a Bank. He retired from that and moved to Oregon where he enjoyed being with his family.
Fortunately I spent one of the last months of Ronald's life with him. We had a wonderful visit and a great many moments of family stories and of the many experiences he had when he was in Australia being hospitalized with his malaria. Those moments will ever shine in my memory. That an of course the darling stove he bought while I was with him that looked like a minature fireplace. Every evening before we sat down to dinner he would make sure it was turned on so we could have some 'atmosphere'. It was a joke, but very warming as well.
I believe what I will carry close to my heart from that time is the way Ronald talked about his two wives and how 'lucky' he concidered himself for having had them in his life. He continually spoke about how good his children had been to him. A man who really never intented to or really wanted children, but how very much they ment to him. His middle son
lived with him most of time and he appreciated the help he gave in keeping things in order. 'Shorty' who was Jeannie was a continual joy to Ronald they had what would appear on the surface as a constant struggle, I realized talking to him that it was his odd way of loving her for all she did for him. I guess men are a great deal like that. They love, but want things their way even when they don't have control over things. Ronald I believe found it hard to show his true feelings to anyone most of the time. I know he looked to his oldest son Bill as his rock. The person who seemed to be there and willing to carry out the plans he so longed to have done. His health was not co-operative the last few years of his life, and having Bill and his son Andy step in and do the work so beautifully brought a great deal of pride and joy to Ronald. I am not sure he always showed how much it really ment to him. Mary his great grand daughter was so loving and came regularly and gave Ronald manicures and pedicures. He told me how good his hands and arms and feet and legs felt after she was finished. He did so appreciate her talent and willingness to be with him. Things I am sure he never expressed to her or the other members of the family as he did to me. He worried over Connie and Bob. Connie because of her being so easily hurt, carrying her heart, as he put it, on her sleve. Bob because he couldn't get a grip on his life and take advantage of his many talents. His desire was for both Jay and Bob could have a better control, but knew there was nothing he could do about it personally. We may love our children, but they must find their own way.
The holiday will ever be a reminder that the parents who were loved were to leave, one before Christmas and the other after. There seems to be little sence in such a thing, but then that is life, and how things are.
Those things that we can control, are the things that we need to be involved with. Those things that we cannot need to be viewed as our challenges. We have no need to give into them, we have only to gain strength from the problems they produce. We may feel like avoiding them will help, while that is not always the case. Giving into all the stress and problems only add to our own discomfort. We can do only what we can do.
The family is growing smaller, the time is ticking, and opportunities are growing less and less - let us move forward with the love that we share and the hope that lays just beyond the horizon. This life was never ment to be a cake walk. Rather it was given to help us learn about ourselves and appreciate those things we can or cannot do. My favorite saying:
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up totally worn out, and saying . . . WOW . . .What a ride!!!!!
"So it is written, so shall it be!"
First came John Charles Smith born in England 7th October 1898 he came to the United States when he was about 7 years old. Lived with his father and step mother in East Liverpool, Columbiana County, Ohio. It was there he met Edith Annie Hall (in genealogy research I discovered her listed as
Annie Edith Hall) born in Springhill, Warren County, Iowa 11th February 1902. Edith had moved with her family when she was around 9 months of age to East Liverpool, Columbiana, Ohio. John, or J.C. as he was listed on the marriage registry married Edith 21st October 1920.
The marriage was blessed with three children: Ralph Evron (his second name was chosen from the telephone directory) born 4th September 1921; Ronald Charles born 6th November 1924 (Mom always called him FUZZ - but couldn't remember why) and finally Eileen Charmaine born 7th February 1929.
Notice the birthdates - John the 7th and Edith the 11th. Ralph the 4th, Ronald the 6th and Eileen the 7th.
Now for the deaths: John passed away on the 19th July 1955; Edith on the 11th August 1984; Ralph on the 3rd of June 1995 then Ronald on the 24th of December 2012. The dates aren't progressive, but all passed away in the order they were born. One very interesting note is that John died as the result of an auto accident in which Edith was very serious injuried, but survivied. However, it was noticed by Eileen following Edith's passing that she had passed away 6 months after her 83rd birthday in room 719 - the date that John had died 29 years earlier.
Ralph passed away 2 years before his wife, while Ronald passed away 25 years after his first wife. Ralph left a family of two grown children, Ronald left a family of 5 grown children. At this written, Eileen has survived her husband Jay by 9 years and their son Paul by 2 years. She and Dawn their daughter still representing the Rosenberg side of the family. There will however not be any posterity bearing that sir name, as Paul never had any children.
John and Ralph were both bright and inventive. They worked on a number of projects together, which held a great deal of promise, but neither lived to see any of their ideas come to be. I notice now that their idea of advanced drafting is now covered with the Computer age, turning sea water into drinking water is being done successfully and solar power is now available.
The notebook with all of their drawings and basic notes was never found after the accident, so we have no idea what happened to it.
Ronald, and Ralph as well were both trained as printers. Ralph followed after John as an machinist. John ended up as a Model maker and was working on the ship that would carry man into outerspace at the time of his death. He was well known as 'Capt. John' to the engineers he worked with on the project. Dearly loved and remembered with the purchase of some valueable books that are now housed in the Huntington Library in Pasadena, California in his memory. Ralph, following his service in the Second World War varied his occupation between machinist and printing. He was more a 'jack of all trades' you might say. Ronald was a printer for many years in the Newspaper publishing business then branched out into maintainence machinst then finally a Warehouseman for a Bank. He retired from that and moved to Oregon where he enjoyed being with his family.
Fortunately I spent one of the last months of Ronald's life with him. We had a wonderful visit and a great many moments of family stories and of the many experiences he had when he was in Australia being hospitalized with his malaria. Those moments will ever shine in my memory. That an of course the darling stove he bought while I was with him that looked like a minature fireplace. Every evening before we sat down to dinner he would make sure it was turned on so we could have some 'atmosphere'. It was a joke, but very warming as well.
I believe what I will carry close to my heart from that time is the way Ronald talked about his two wives and how 'lucky' he concidered himself for having had them in his life. He continually spoke about how good his children had been to him. A man who really never intented to or really wanted children, but how very much they ment to him. His middle son
lived with him most of time and he appreciated the help he gave in keeping things in order. 'Shorty' who was Jeannie was a continual joy to Ronald they had what would appear on the surface as a constant struggle, I realized talking to him that it was his odd way of loving her for all she did for him. I guess men are a great deal like that. They love, but want things their way even when they don't have control over things. Ronald I believe found it hard to show his true feelings to anyone most of the time. I know he looked to his oldest son Bill as his rock. The person who seemed to be there and willing to carry out the plans he so longed to have done. His health was not co-operative the last few years of his life, and having Bill and his son Andy step in and do the work so beautifully brought a great deal of pride and joy to Ronald. I am not sure he always showed how much it really ment to him. Mary his great grand daughter was so loving and came regularly and gave Ronald manicures and pedicures. He told me how good his hands and arms and feet and legs felt after she was finished. He did so appreciate her talent and willingness to be with him. Things I am sure he never expressed to her or the other members of the family as he did to me. He worried over Connie and Bob. Connie because of her being so easily hurt, carrying her heart, as he put it, on her sleve. Bob because he couldn't get a grip on his life and take advantage of his many talents. His desire was for both Jay and Bob could have a better control, but knew there was nothing he could do about it personally. We may love our children, but they must find their own way.
The holiday will ever be a reminder that the parents who were loved were to leave, one before Christmas and the other after. There seems to be little sence in such a thing, but then that is life, and how things are.
Those things that we can control, are the things that we need to be involved with. Those things that we cannot need to be viewed as our challenges. We have no need to give into them, we have only to gain strength from the problems they produce. We may feel like avoiding them will help, while that is not always the case. Giving into all the stress and problems only add to our own discomfort. We can do only what we can do.
The family is growing smaller, the time is ticking, and opportunities are growing less and less - let us move forward with the love that we share and the hope that lays just beyond the horizon. This life was never ment to be a cake walk. Rather it was given to help us learn about ourselves and appreciate those things we can or cannot do. My favorite saying:
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up totally worn out, and saying . . . WOW . . .What a ride!!!!!
"So it is written, so shall it be!"
Friday, December 7, 2012
It is Christmas Time Again!
The year is 2012 - December has again rolled around and we are all busy with the preparations for the Holiday that this month brings with it. The weather has been a bit rainy this year, which is not all that common, but more than welcome to say the least. The lights have been up since the day after Thanksgiving, thanks to my Home Teachers so the house takes on a look and feeling that goes along with the season.
I have a tree up on the front porch that shows through the side window and tells those who may be interested that the inside is also ready for the Holiday! In fact I have two more trees up in the Living Room. Now how about that for being ready.
All the gifts for the out of state Great Grand Children were left in Arizona for delivery by the Farley Grand Parents which was a real bonus for the family this year. That means all the young ones will be decked out with their Christmas Eve night wear so that they can be "charming" for those Christmas Morning Pictures that everyone so dearly love.
Speaking about Arizona, I had such a wonderful time while I was there with Dawn and Greg. Their new Home in lovely, and it was fun to visit with the
Farley Family. We had all decended on Mesa to see and listen to the Choir that Curtis was singing with. What a delightful evening it was. Nearly 400 singers in a number of different Choirs participating, and the way they were able to move on an off the stage for their part of the program was a real delight to watch. The big thing for me was that not one of the groups had a folder or binder with music. Every piece was totally memorized, even the young children - that was amazing. I am thrilled to have a CD of the program and will enjoy listening to it while I go around with my friends this next week. Really put all of us in the Holiday Spirit.
Along with that wonderful Concert we were able to enjoy (an under-statement) the lights at the Phoenix Zoo. What an unbelievable adventure that was. We were greeted with a life size Lion made out of lights and a beautiful Peacock before we ever got into the Zoo. After that it was just
on wonderful eyeful after another. The huge Butterflies in the Trees that were flapping their wings was just one of the things that we marveled over. The light show on the lake set to the best Music was another eye popper.
All the live animals were safely put to bed and we were treated to the prowling of animals in lights. Of course they moved in slow motion as one stance was illuminated after another as they moved through the brush.
I think we were all amazed at the tear drop lights that gave appearance of rain, and the multi colored tree took everyones eye. A great deal of blue and purple lights made for a very interesting sight as we wondered what seemed like miles. I enjoyed every minute of the time we were there.
To finish off the evening we watched as Curtis and Chris took their little daughters on the Merry-Go-Round. Pictures were taken of as much as we were interested in to save, and of course the young ones on the Merry-go-round were more prized than the rest.
As much as we were interested in the lights at the Zoo, they were not more spectacular than the ones at the Mesa, Arizona Temple. We went there the next evening, and it was breath taking. We didn't stay to hear the 7:00 pm
concert by a Choir, but I am sure it was equally as wonderful as all we saw
on Temple Square. Some folks across the street were taking advantage of the crowds that attend by selling hot chocolate and hot cider. It was chilly so I am sure a great many of the visitors would wonder across to get a cup
of one or the other to warm them. I over heard one of the visitors asking a guide where a certain scene was this year. It appears as they add to the show they move things around. They have so much going on that it is a wonder they can get it all set up, and don't blow a fuse some place or another.
Well I guess you could say that this will be a banner year for the Christmas Season for me. Tonight is Sing Noel in the San Luis Obispo Stake Center and I will be there to help with what ever they need before, during and after their performance. It is always such a great program, and so many local folks look forward to it. Tomorrow night is Vine Street Victorian Walk and so the second performance of Sing Noel will be Sunday Night. I hope they
have a great turn out. The Choir is much smaller this year than we have had in the past, but it is none the less good. The blend has been outstanding, and the Solo music is something to make everyone tear up. We are so fortunate to have such a great group of singers and behind the scene people to do such a great job putting this program together. I am happy to be part of it in such a small way.
As I end this little Holiday piece, I hope it will brighten those who read it and will make their Christmas just a little more special knowing that the Birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, sets such lovely things into motion and that so many thousands of people can visit, enjoy and feel the spirit that such things bring into our lives. I hope that some of those feelings will spill over into the New Year and find hearts willing, and minds inspired to live and love as Jesus would have us do.
To one all Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year -
from Grandma Rosenberg
I have a tree up on the front porch that shows through the side window and tells those who may be interested that the inside is also ready for the Holiday! In fact I have two more trees up in the Living Room. Now how about that for being ready.
All the gifts for the out of state Great Grand Children were left in Arizona for delivery by the Farley Grand Parents which was a real bonus for the family this year. That means all the young ones will be decked out with their Christmas Eve night wear so that they can be "charming" for those Christmas Morning Pictures that everyone so dearly love.
Speaking about Arizona, I had such a wonderful time while I was there with Dawn and Greg. Their new Home in lovely, and it was fun to visit with the
Farley Family. We had all decended on Mesa to see and listen to the Choir that Curtis was singing with. What a delightful evening it was. Nearly 400 singers in a number of different Choirs participating, and the way they were able to move on an off the stage for their part of the program was a real delight to watch. The big thing for me was that not one of the groups had a folder or binder with music. Every piece was totally memorized, even the young children - that was amazing. I am thrilled to have a CD of the program and will enjoy listening to it while I go around with my friends this next week. Really put all of us in the Holiday Spirit.
Along with that wonderful Concert we were able to enjoy (an under-statement) the lights at the Phoenix Zoo. What an unbelievable adventure that was. We were greeted with a life size Lion made out of lights and a beautiful Peacock before we ever got into the Zoo. After that it was just
on wonderful eyeful after another. The huge Butterflies in the Trees that were flapping their wings was just one of the things that we marveled over. The light show on the lake set to the best Music was another eye popper.
All the live animals were safely put to bed and we were treated to the prowling of animals in lights. Of course they moved in slow motion as one stance was illuminated after another as they moved through the brush.
I think we were all amazed at the tear drop lights that gave appearance of rain, and the multi colored tree took everyones eye. A great deal of blue and purple lights made for a very interesting sight as we wondered what seemed like miles. I enjoyed every minute of the time we were there.
To finish off the evening we watched as Curtis and Chris took their little daughters on the Merry-Go-Round. Pictures were taken of as much as we were interested in to save, and of course the young ones on the Merry-go-round were more prized than the rest.
As much as we were interested in the lights at the Zoo, they were not more spectacular than the ones at the Mesa, Arizona Temple. We went there the next evening, and it was breath taking. We didn't stay to hear the 7:00 pm
concert by a Choir, but I am sure it was equally as wonderful as all we saw
on Temple Square. Some folks across the street were taking advantage of the crowds that attend by selling hot chocolate and hot cider. It was chilly so I am sure a great many of the visitors would wonder across to get a cup
of one or the other to warm them. I over heard one of the visitors asking a guide where a certain scene was this year. It appears as they add to the show they move things around. They have so much going on that it is a wonder they can get it all set up, and don't blow a fuse some place or another.
Well I guess you could say that this will be a banner year for the Christmas Season for me. Tonight is Sing Noel in the San Luis Obispo Stake Center and I will be there to help with what ever they need before, during and after their performance. It is always such a great program, and so many local folks look forward to it. Tomorrow night is Vine Street Victorian Walk and so the second performance of Sing Noel will be Sunday Night. I hope they
have a great turn out. The Choir is much smaller this year than we have had in the past, but it is none the less good. The blend has been outstanding, and the Solo music is something to make everyone tear up. We are so fortunate to have such a great group of singers and behind the scene people to do such a great job putting this program together. I am happy to be part of it in such a small way.
As I end this little Holiday piece, I hope it will brighten those who read it and will make their Christmas just a little more special knowing that the Birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, sets such lovely things into motion and that so many thousands of people can visit, enjoy and feel the spirit that such things bring into our lives. I hope that some of those feelings will spill over into the New Year and find hearts willing, and minds inspired to live and love as Jesus would have us do.
To one all Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year -
from Grandma Rosenberg
Monday, July 16, 2012
STYLE or FASHION?
Before I start this, I guess I should begin with a disclaimer. I am an olde lady aged 83. That may, or may not help any reader to appreciate my thoughts on the subject I undertake to express some very strong views
about.
First may I say, when I was young, girls and women took very great care, on the most part, to look neatly dressed when they were "in public". Around the house even there were standards. Way back then, pants (which were called slacks) were not heard of. Not until, I believe it was the mid 1940's. Shorts were for Gym class or beach wear, and any thinking young man wasn't willing to take a young lady out for a date unless she 'looked like a lady' by the way she was dressed. May sound arcaic by todays standards, but I am glad that was how it was.
Even after marriage it was common to have my husband ask on Saturday
morning if I would be going with him. Unless I was dressed to suit him I was told to 'get dressed'. As his wife, I had to 'look' right, or I would be left at home. Sound rather stuffy? Well it wasn't. It was wonderful to know it meant so much to him. I was happy to meet his request. I learned during those yrars to 'get ready' in a very few minutes. Not only my dress, my shoes and hair were important. I needed to loook as if I had been 'put together'. Something I feel I have tried to continue over the years.
When, after the Second World War we began to see imports from Japan, foot wear was the first change. Not like we see it in such common use as today. No the entire foot wear was 'tabbies', which were of black broad cloth with a wite sole that had space for the big toe with the rest if the toes fit nuch like a mitten. There where flat hooks at the back of the heel for closer. The foot then fit into the 'thong'. These first were worn around the house. As the space between the big toe was tender the "tabbie' gave a great deal of comfort. Needless to say as the 'thong' became cheaper to make and easier to buy, over the years they have become common footwear through out the country. Where once it was stated "no shoes, no service" shoes no longer have the same meaning they had back in 'my day'.
When we had our children, we took the youngsters to a Childrens Shoe Store to be fitted with "Buster Brown Shoes". When new soes were needed, three pairs if new socks were purchased as well. Care of growing feet was important. The budget might be crimped a bit, but it was unthinkable to not give the selection of shoes the utmost attention. As both our children were born with hip problems that made it important to keep there shoes of high quality, we never minded the cost, or care they needed.
After World War Two the great blessing of Nylon Hose came onto the scene. A great improvement over the awful Rayon Hose we had to wear before Nylon was available. Again we found shopping for them very enjoyable. There were Shops that sold only lovely Ladies Underwear and Hose. One could go in and find beautiful slips, panties, bras, night gowns
and of course hose. They could be bought by the pair, or by the box which had three pair of the same color. The sales clerk would make a fist and pull the sheer hose over it to show the sheerness and color. What a joy to shop!
Of couse that was when all the hose had a seam up the back, so pulling a pair on took skill to get the seams straight. At first the seams were the same as the hose color, then they had dark seams that flattered the leg even more. There those who liked them even fancier so the came out with lace, and even butterflies around the ankles or flowers. They were expensive, but one never minded that if they made the leg attractive. Not only how one dressed was important, but what in!
When I was married in the late 1940's Suits for women were all the rage. I don't know how many I owned. Lovely blouses were necessary to make the right look. Of course that ment jewlery was important as well. So we discovered Costume Jewlery Stores became popular. We could find pins to decorate the lapels of our suits. The big vouge was matching clips to wear at the neck of a colarless dress. It was the "Big Band Era" so a lot of formals were worn with a lot of glittery Costume Jewlery as well. Very few ladies had pierced ears back then, so clip earrings were plentiful and in just about any design and color one could desire.
Hair was long for the most part. Permanents were fashionable, if you had the patience to set under that 'hot machine' to get one. A long time before the Perms you could give yourself. Curlers were used - the forerunners of 'rollers', and of course there were 'pincurls' and 'fingerwaves'. I learned how to do both, In fact when my hair is long, I stll use pincurls to set my hair.
Talk about 'old style'!
I guess I should spend just a few minutes on shoes (something I know Nemiha will enjoy). There were no less than 5 shoe stores on the Blvd. My favorite shopping was checking them all out. Blessed with small feet, I wore 'sample shoes', which were the ones they had in the windows. I would seldom purchase anything until they had their end of the season sales when all the sample shoes were on the sales rack. Usually at a $1.00 per pair. Going from one store to the next I could usually get what I required in color and style and come home with a number of shoe boxes and most of my paycheck stll in my purse. Lucky me!
One of those shopping trips netted me a pair of kelly green suede babydoll 3 inch heeled pumps that I wore with a rust colored linen suit that was trimmed with lemon yellow pipeing. Got a few turned heads when Jay took me out for the evening. Color, style and good times are what I recall.
When I was expecting Paul, my Mother made me two 'maternity dresses'
One was a dark red with black and white flowers, the other was white with lavender and green flowers. The under dress had a white sleeveless top.
Mom made the top large and fit the skirt of color then pleated it so to start it fit neatly. She made a lovely matching smock top to go over the dress. The smock was big enough to cover my enlarge body from start to finish, while the skirt could be let out gradualy as needed. I had one pair of Moms slacks I could wear with a smock around the house. Not many clothes, but all I needed to look Stylish, neat and meet my husbands standards.
So now we get to what is Stlye - SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU LOOK GREAT. Then what is Fashion? Something that someone else is selling as 'what to wear'. It may or may not have a thing to do with what you personally look like it in it.
In todays 'fashions' you may look as if you were poured into what you are wearing, which may or may not make you look great! In fact, except that it is what everyone else is wearing, it may not become you at all.
I believe one of my pet pieves of today is the fact that beautiful ladies have decided being pregnant is the time to expose their bodies in a vulgar and un-lady-like fashion'. God has given women one of His greatest blessings. Creation. He loves us, and delights in our lovilness. As our bodies accomodate this great wonder of creation, we should look our best. We should be as careful of how we look as if we were fasting. Washed, bright, happy and NEAT! I remember in Salt Lake in 2005 when myself and three other Missionaries were shopping at Kohl's. A young women in her mid twenties came into the store with a friend (we thought), she was nearing her delivery date. On the top of her body she had on a cut off t-shirt and a pair of low cut jeans. Her bare belly totally exposed. It looked terrible, and if her desire was a shock factor, she accoplished her goal. Her unborn child was flaunted as 'a thing of naught' instead of one of Gods blessed creations.
I may be wrong, but if I don't have respect for myself, how can I expect anyone else to have any for me? Judge me if I stand in need of judgement,
I am old enough to take it! First however stop long enough to reflect on who you are, a daughter of God, and then how He would like to see you.
Would he see you as the way you were created - prepared to assist Him in his continual work of creation, or a spectical, showing your sacred capabilities 'as a thing to flaunt'?
When we go into His House are we a guest who He could welcome with an eye of love and approval, or would He turn His head so you could not see the expression in His eyes? In Ephesians 6:14-19 we read how we should cover ourselves, with truth, righteousness, and our feet shod (meaning shoes) with the gospel. Are we, as those anciently, looking beyond the mark? Are we marching to a correct drummer? Today we see the call to "work out". Meaning to shape up, tone up, become lovely or mocho. A call which has been taught in ever dispensation - 'WORK YOUR SALVATION.' Who has our ear? To whom are we turning for light? I begin to wonder when I remember how prophets both ancient and modern have counceled us on whom we should look and to whom we should listen.
We are Latter-day Saints - we have the 'further light and knowledge' promised. Do we care more for the things of this world than for the Kingdom promised to those who will see and hear? I wonder. True I am old. I have lived long enough to be able to testify with a perfect knowledge for I have lived to witness it as it has 'come to pass'. Men and women are
different, unfortunately I cannot say in any honesty for the better. Time grows short and we must look to see if we are in the correct path and reaching our eternal goal? To tell you that I love you would only let you know again what I continually tell you. It in no way, however, does it expess my deep feelings for you and for you future joy and happiness, Whether I am fortunate enough to reach the highest blessings of Heaven or not, at this point and time is not my main worry. My main worry, of is whether or not my example has been good enough to inspire you to take a higher path? God bless you and help you to find your way amid all the challenges and trials of this world. This is my humble prayer and desire! Grandma "R"
about.
First may I say, when I was young, girls and women took very great care, on the most part, to look neatly dressed when they were "in public". Around the house even there were standards. Way back then, pants (which were called slacks) were not heard of. Not until, I believe it was the mid 1940's. Shorts were for Gym class or beach wear, and any thinking young man wasn't willing to take a young lady out for a date unless she 'looked like a lady' by the way she was dressed. May sound arcaic by todays standards, but I am glad that was how it was.
Even after marriage it was common to have my husband ask on Saturday
morning if I would be going with him. Unless I was dressed to suit him I was told to 'get dressed'. As his wife, I had to 'look' right, or I would be left at home. Sound rather stuffy? Well it wasn't. It was wonderful to know it meant so much to him. I was happy to meet his request. I learned during those yrars to 'get ready' in a very few minutes. Not only my dress, my shoes and hair were important. I needed to loook as if I had been 'put together'. Something I feel I have tried to continue over the years.
When, after the Second World War we began to see imports from Japan, foot wear was the first change. Not like we see it in such common use as today. No the entire foot wear was 'tabbies', which were of black broad cloth with a wite sole that had space for the big toe with the rest if the toes fit nuch like a mitten. There where flat hooks at the back of the heel for closer. The foot then fit into the 'thong'. These first were worn around the house. As the space between the big toe was tender the "tabbie' gave a great deal of comfort. Needless to say as the 'thong' became cheaper to make and easier to buy, over the years they have become common footwear through out the country. Where once it was stated "no shoes, no service" shoes no longer have the same meaning they had back in 'my day'.
When we had our children, we took the youngsters to a Childrens Shoe Store to be fitted with "Buster Brown Shoes". When new soes were needed, three pairs if new socks were purchased as well. Care of growing feet was important. The budget might be crimped a bit, but it was unthinkable to not give the selection of shoes the utmost attention. As both our children were born with hip problems that made it important to keep there shoes of high quality, we never minded the cost, or care they needed.
After World War Two the great blessing of Nylon Hose came onto the scene. A great improvement over the awful Rayon Hose we had to wear before Nylon was available. Again we found shopping for them very enjoyable. There were Shops that sold only lovely Ladies Underwear and Hose. One could go in and find beautiful slips, panties, bras, night gowns
and of course hose. They could be bought by the pair, or by the box which had three pair of the same color. The sales clerk would make a fist and pull the sheer hose over it to show the sheerness and color. What a joy to shop!
Of couse that was when all the hose had a seam up the back, so pulling a pair on took skill to get the seams straight. At first the seams were the same as the hose color, then they had dark seams that flattered the leg even more. There those who liked them even fancier so the came out with lace, and even butterflies around the ankles or flowers. They were expensive, but one never minded that if they made the leg attractive. Not only how one dressed was important, but what in!
When I was married in the late 1940's Suits for women were all the rage. I don't know how many I owned. Lovely blouses were necessary to make the right look. Of course that ment jewlery was important as well. So we discovered Costume Jewlery Stores became popular. We could find pins to decorate the lapels of our suits. The big vouge was matching clips to wear at the neck of a colarless dress. It was the "Big Band Era" so a lot of formals were worn with a lot of glittery Costume Jewlery as well. Very few ladies had pierced ears back then, so clip earrings were plentiful and in just about any design and color one could desire.
Hair was long for the most part. Permanents were fashionable, if you had the patience to set under that 'hot machine' to get one. A long time before the Perms you could give yourself. Curlers were used - the forerunners of 'rollers', and of course there were 'pincurls' and 'fingerwaves'. I learned how to do both, In fact when my hair is long, I stll use pincurls to set my hair.
Talk about 'old style'!
I guess I should spend just a few minutes on shoes (something I know Nemiha will enjoy). There were no less than 5 shoe stores on the Blvd. My favorite shopping was checking them all out. Blessed with small feet, I wore 'sample shoes', which were the ones they had in the windows. I would seldom purchase anything until they had their end of the season sales when all the sample shoes were on the sales rack. Usually at a $1.00 per pair. Going from one store to the next I could usually get what I required in color and style and come home with a number of shoe boxes and most of my paycheck stll in my purse. Lucky me!
One of those shopping trips netted me a pair of kelly green suede babydoll 3 inch heeled pumps that I wore with a rust colored linen suit that was trimmed with lemon yellow pipeing. Got a few turned heads when Jay took me out for the evening. Color, style and good times are what I recall.
When I was expecting Paul, my Mother made me two 'maternity dresses'
One was a dark red with black and white flowers, the other was white with lavender and green flowers. The under dress had a white sleeveless top.
Mom made the top large and fit the skirt of color then pleated it so to start it fit neatly. She made a lovely matching smock top to go over the dress. The smock was big enough to cover my enlarge body from start to finish, while the skirt could be let out gradualy as needed. I had one pair of Moms slacks I could wear with a smock around the house. Not many clothes, but all I needed to look Stylish, neat and meet my husbands standards.
So now we get to what is Stlye - SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU LOOK GREAT. Then what is Fashion? Something that someone else is selling as 'what to wear'. It may or may not have a thing to do with what you personally look like it in it.
In todays 'fashions' you may look as if you were poured into what you are wearing, which may or may not make you look great! In fact, except that it is what everyone else is wearing, it may not become you at all.
I believe one of my pet pieves of today is the fact that beautiful ladies have decided being pregnant is the time to expose their bodies in a vulgar and un-lady-like fashion'. God has given women one of His greatest blessings. Creation. He loves us, and delights in our lovilness. As our bodies accomodate this great wonder of creation, we should look our best. We should be as careful of how we look as if we were fasting. Washed, bright, happy and NEAT! I remember in Salt Lake in 2005 when myself and three other Missionaries were shopping at Kohl's. A young women in her mid twenties came into the store with a friend (we thought), she was nearing her delivery date. On the top of her body she had on a cut off t-shirt and a pair of low cut jeans. Her bare belly totally exposed. It looked terrible, and if her desire was a shock factor, she accoplished her goal. Her unborn child was flaunted as 'a thing of naught' instead of one of Gods blessed creations.
I may be wrong, but if I don't have respect for myself, how can I expect anyone else to have any for me? Judge me if I stand in need of judgement,
I am old enough to take it! First however stop long enough to reflect on who you are, a daughter of God, and then how He would like to see you.
Would he see you as the way you were created - prepared to assist Him in his continual work of creation, or a spectical, showing your sacred capabilities 'as a thing to flaunt'?
When we go into His House are we a guest who He could welcome with an eye of love and approval, or would He turn His head so you could not see the expression in His eyes? In Ephesians 6:14-19 we read how we should cover ourselves, with truth, righteousness, and our feet shod (meaning shoes) with the gospel. Are we, as those anciently, looking beyond the mark? Are we marching to a correct drummer? Today we see the call to "work out". Meaning to shape up, tone up, become lovely or mocho. A call which has been taught in ever dispensation - 'WORK YOUR SALVATION.' Who has our ear? To whom are we turning for light? I begin to wonder when I remember how prophets both ancient and modern have counceled us on whom we should look and to whom we should listen.
We are Latter-day Saints - we have the 'further light and knowledge' promised. Do we care more for the things of this world than for the Kingdom promised to those who will see and hear? I wonder. True I am old. I have lived long enough to be able to testify with a perfect knowledge for I have lived to witness it as it has 'come to pass'. Men and women are
different, unfortunately I cannot say in any honesty for the better. Time grows short and we must look to see if we are in the correct path and reaching our eternal goal? To tell you that I love you would only let you know again what I continually tell you. It in no way, however, does it expess my deep feelings for you and for you future joy and happiness, Whether I am fortunate enough to reach the highest blessings of Heaven or not, at this point and time is not my main worry. My main worry, of is whether or not my example has been good enough to inspire you to take a higher path? God bless you and help you to find your way amid all the challenges and trials of this world. This is my humble prayer and desire! Grandma "R"
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Something About Jay
I am not sure just how much I have written about Jay Ford Rosenberg. It may have been some, or maybe, now that I think about it, it may be nothing at all. That would be a grave oversite it that is the case. Thinking about it I felt I should set here for a short time and drop a line or two about him, so here goes.
The Beginning - Jays parents had moved from Utah to Southern California in late 1925 or early 1926, I am not sure just which. They were looking for a new life, and a chance to make more money than they were able to do in the little town of Cedar City where they had grown up and married. The first two children they had of course was LaMar Harris Rosenberg and Afton Rosenberg. They moved into a duplex on Pacific Blvd. in Huntington Park, California. Last I knew that building was still standing. I haven't, however, been in that part of Huntington Park for over 45 years. It was a white cement block structure that pretty much stood by itself with wide open country all around it. In fact the family always said that when the time came for the hasty trip to Bell Mission Hospital they drove across open fields to get there. Even when we moved to California in 1935 I don't believe that could have been done.
When Itha was finally admitted to the Hospital Jay was pretty anxious to get into this world, in fact he made his appearance on a gearny in the hall of the Hospital. This was the same Hospital Jay had his appendix removed after it had ruptured when he was 13 years old. In fact the Hospital was around and fully operative into the 1960's.
The family now numbered parents and three siblings and one Grandpa, the widowed father of Itha who had moved to California some time after the family had. Both Itha and Slim had to work to keep the family fed and clothed, so Grandpa Harris was the Baby Sitter. Jay had many fond memories of Grandpa and loved hearing his many stories of the early days in Utah. Of course the story of the Harris family moving from Rigby, Idaho to Cedar City in the early 1900's in a Covered Wagon was pretty interesting as well. Grandpa Harris had been a Pony Express Rider when he was younger carrying the mail from Cedar City, Utah to Las Vegas, Nevada. The gold watch he carried and belonged to the family was picked out of a stream I believe in the Virgin River area on one of those rides. Jay felt a great loss when he Grandpa passed away in 1933. It was then that his Sister Afton took over the baby sitting. He was always very close to his Big Sister.
I am not sure if it was because of a poor food supply in the home or because Jay was left to his own eating habits that he developed Rickets. I recall him saying many times that he ate a lot of Renit Pudding, which I don't know if it is available in stores now or not. It was to help build him back up. I believe he felt Rickets was what caused his bow legs. It may have, it may not have been the cause. Jay was very ill for a good part of his early life and due to it I believe became pretty spoiled. He was always in conflict with his older brother. One because LaMar was upset that he had to 'put up' with his little brother when he wanted to be with his friends. Of course being the little brother Jay wanted always to be in the middle of what the olders boys were up to.
Jay admitted he was a 'brat' during his pre teen years. Quite a 'bully' to hear him tell it. Picking fights and being the 'mean little kid'. Knowing him only as a grown up, I never saw any of those characteristics in his make up. Jay was a loyal friend and had a great many when I met him. He talked his Dad into signing for him so he could enlist in the Navy during his Senior Year of High School. The War was winding down and he wasn't all that thrilled with school, so he went to Boot Camp and then returned home, dawned his Civilian Clothes and Graduated with his Class at Bell High School. He received his final credits for his time in Boot Camp in San Diego, California.
Jay loved his Navy experiences. He became a 'Motor Mach' and was diligent during his time in the service to advance to become a Petty Officer. When it was time to be assigned to a Ship he stood amid a group of new Seaman in alphabetical order. The fella to his right was named Reed and was assigned to a ship that was sunk and lost most of it Sailors. Jay always said he would have been one who was lost because his duty was in the engine room and would have been in an area that escape would have been nearly impossible. I wish this old brain could remember the name of the ship, but I apologize not being able to recall it.
Another experience he was to mention a number of times was that he was on deck when the ship carrying the Atomic Bomb aboard went sailing by and the Sailors exchanged waves and shouts - none of them knowing what a momentous occasion they had just been part of. For no one on either ship knew what was aboard. They later learned that same ship had been sunk on its' return trip from dropping the Bomb off. Jay also talked about the day when a few of the men aboard the LSM 330 were invited to go ashore and see the B-29's that were on an airfield not far from where they were anchored. So Jay was able to visit the Nola Gay and have the airmen tell these Sailors all about the airplane, but not what their job was going to be. In fact I am not sure any of the crew knew just what they were there to do. What ever, it was two very interesting events while Jay was serving in WWII that were very interesting to tell and think about.
Had the Atomic Bombs not been dropped as they were, a large number of ships that were gathered for an Invasion of Japan would have been numbered among the killed or wounded had an invasion been necessary. There were so many ships in that group and they were anchored according to their size and their jobs. To help you get some idea - the ship Jay was on was at anchor 10 miles out of the harbor. To make it more interesting you need to know that his ship had been made the 'flag ship' of that particular class. Normally they had a Crew of 50 but being 'flag' they had 80 aboard.
I believe Jay was proudest of the fact he had advanced from 'polly wog' to a 'sheel back' when he was put through the trials of crossing the equator. In the 'memories book' we put together for the 50th Anniversary of the LSM 330 being commissioned there is a whole section with pictures and a full written account of the ceremony. Don't hesitate to ask to see the book and read all about Jays days aboard his first Navy experiences.
Of course everyone knew that Jay left the Navy after the War and went into the 'inactive Navy Reserve' to finish his 6 years. As it turned out he was recalled in 1950 for the Korean 'Conflict' and served aboard the APA 202 USS Menifee. This ship had been out of commision and was brought back into service. Jay served again for 18 months before he was finally discharged from the Navy for good. He always said he would like to go back to Japan and Hong Kong. He had many fond memories of the South Pacific and felt he could recall some of his time if he could have returned. When, however, he visit Pearl Harbor in 1985 he was disappointed because things had changed so much he couldn't even figure out where the launches came and went for 'liberty' while he was stationed in Hawaii. I believe he felt a trip to the other places he had visited would be the same, so he didn't talk about much after that trip.
Jay joined the LSM 330 in San Pedro after the ship had been commission in the Great Lakes Amphibious Base. Only he and I believe it was one other Crew Member joined there. All the others were from the East Coast and so Jay never felt that he really was a welcomed addition. In fact when the first Reunion was planned in 1989 Jay was reluctant to go. I kept talking to him and finally got him to say o.k. He was sure he would never remember any of the men. They met in Norfolk, Virginia at the Amphibious Base. The Hotel was not far from the Base and we were standing in the Lobby waiting to see if we could find the Group. Jay said to me: "see those men over there talking?" I turned and saw about 6 men. He began to name each one and tell what they did aboard the '330'. I coaxed him to walk over to them, which he did rather slowly. When they finally saw him moving in their direction they all said: 'Hi Jay' and the Party was on. What a blessing it was to re-connect with these men and may I say what a great joy it was for me because all the wives - none having met before became fast friends on meeting, and I have remained close to each one up until this time. In fact I am still acting - in Jays' absence as the Secretary-Treasure for the USS LSM 330 Family Group. Our numbers get smaller every year, but we still keep in touch and love knowing we are still here for each other.
Thus brings to a close the 'Ramblings' about Jay and his Navy experiences.
I am sure there is a great deal more he would have added if I could have been able to get him to set down and talk about it. I believe putting the 'memory book' together was one of the best ways he had of telling about it.
It is an interesting note that a copy has been added to the Library of Congress. So all those hours and hours of work and care was well worth it. The USS LSM 330 may have been a very small ship, and had a small company of men and officers, but it has its place in History and in the hearts of those who served aboard her. Jay was one of the last who was aboard her. He left the ship in Lousiana. Only 6 were left to take her into dry dock there. She was 'moth balled' and kept for a number of years before she was cut into scrap metal as so many other ships that served so well.
Gone, but not forgotten by those who worked aboard her and brought her back home. So it is written - and so it was. Eileen C. Rosenberg
The Beginning - Jays parents had moved from Utah to Southern California in late 1925 or early 1926, I am not sure just which. They were looking for a new life, and a chance to make more money than they were able to do in the little town of Cedar City where they had grown up and married. The first two children they had of course was LaMar Harris Rosenberg and Afton Rosenberg. They moved into a duplex on Pacific Blvd. in Huntington Park, California. Last I knew that building was still standing. I haven't, however, been in that part of Huntington Park for over 45 years. It was a white cement block structure that pretty much stood by itself with wide open country all around it. In fact the family always said that when the time came for the hasty trip to Bell Mission Hospital they drove across open fields to get there. Even when we moved to California in 1935 I don't believe that could have been done.
When Itha was finally admitted to the Hospital Jay was pretty anxious to get into this world, in fact he made his appearance on a gearny in the hall of the Hospital. This was the same Hospital Jay had his appendix removed after it had ruptured when he was 13 years old. In fact the Hospital was around and fully operative into the 1960's.
The family now numbered parents and three siblings and one Grandpa, the widowed father of Itha who had moved to California some time after the family had. Both Itha and Slim had to work to keep the family fed and clothed, so Grandpa Harris was the Baby Sitter. Jay had many fond memories of Grandpa and loved hearing his many stories of the early days in Utah. Of course the story of the Harris family moving from Rigby, Idaho to Cedar City in the early 1900's in a Covered Wagon was pretty interesting as well. Grandpa Harris had been a Pony Express Rider when he was younger carrying the mail from Cedar City, Utah to Las Vegas, Nevada. The gold watch he carried and belonged to the family was picked out of a stream I believe in the Virgin River area on one of those rides. Jay felt a great loss when he Grandpa passed away in 1933. It was then that his Sister Afton took over the baby sitting. He was always very close to his Big Sister.
I am not sure if it was because of a poor food supply in the home or because Jay was left to his own eating habits that he developed Rickets. I recall him saying many times that he ate a lot of Renit Pudding, which I don't know if it is available in stores now or not. It was to help build him back up. I believe he felt Rickets was what caused his bow legs. It may have, it may not have been the cause. Jay was very ill for a good part of his early life and due to it I believe became pretty spoiled. He was always in conflict with his older brother. One because LaMar was upset that he had to 'put up' with his little brother when he wanted to be with his friends. Of course being the little brother Jay wanted always to be in the middle of what the olders boys were up to.
Jay admitted he was a 'brat' during his pre teen years. Quite a 'bully' to hear him tell it. Picking fights and being the 'mean little kid'. Knowing him only as a grown up, I never saw any of those characteristics in his make up. Jay was a loyal friend and had a great many when I met him. He talked his Dad into signing for him so he could enlist in the Navy during his Senior Year of High School. The War was winding down and he wasn't all that thrilled with school, so he went to Boot Camp and then returned home, dawned his Civilian Clothes and Graduated with his Class at Bell High School. He received his final credits for his time in Boot Camp in San Diego, California.
Jay loved his Navy experiences. He became a 'Motor Mach' and was diligent during his time in the service to advance to become a Petty Officer. When it was time to be assigned to a Ship he stood amid a group of new Seaman in alphabetical order. The fella to his right was named Reed and was assigned to a ship that was sunk and lost most of it Sailors. Jay always said he would have been one who was lost because his duty was in the engine room and would have been in an area that escape would have been nearly impossible. I wish this old brain could remember the name of the ship, but I apologize not being able to recall it.
Another experience he was to mention a number of times was that he was on deck when the ship carrying the Atomic Bomb aboard went sailing by and the Sailors exchanged waves and shouts - none of them knowing what a momentous occasion they had just been part of. For no one on either ship knew what was aboard. They later learned that same ship had been sunk on its' return trip from dropping the Bomb off. Jay also talked about the day when a few of the men aboard the LSM 330 were invited to go ashore and see the B-29's that were on an airfield not far from where they were anchored. So Jay was able to visit the Nola Gay and have the airmen tell these Sailors all about the airplane, but not what their job was going to be. In fact I am not sure any of the crew knew just what they were there to do. What ever, it was two very interesting events while Jay was serving in WWII that were very interesting to tell and think about.
Had the Atomic Bombs not been dropped as they were, a large number of ships that were gathered for an Invasion of Japan would have been numbered among the killed or wounded had an invasion been necessary. There were so many ships in that group and they were anchored according to their size and their jobs. To help you get some idea - the ship Jay was on was at anchor 10 miles out of the harbor. To make it more interesting you need to know that his ship had been made the 'flag ship' of that particular class. Normally they had a Crew of 50 but being 'flag' they had 80 aboard.
I believe Jay was proudest of the fact he had advanced from 'polly wog' to a 'sheel back' when he was put through the trials of crossing the equator. In the 'memories book' we put together for the 50th Anniversary of the LSM 330 being commissioned there is a whole section with pictures and a full written account of the ceremony. Don't hesitate to ask to see the book and read all about Jays days aboard his first Navy experiences.
Of course everyone knew that Jay left the Navy after the War and went into the 'inactive Navy Reserve' to finish his 6 years. As it turned out he was recalled in 1950 for the Korean 'Conflict' and served aboard the APA 202 USS Menifee. This ship had been out of commision and was brought back into service. Jay served again for 18 months before he was finally discharged from the Navy for good. He always said he would like to go back to Japan and Hong Kong. He had many fond memories of the South Pacific and felt he could recall some of his time if he could have returned. When, however, he visit Pearl Harbor in 1985 he was disappointed because things had changed so much he couldn't even figure out where the launches came and went for 'liberty' while he was stationed in Hawaii. I believe he felt a trip to the other places he had visited would be the same, so he didn't talk about much after that trip.
Jay joined the LSM 330 in San Pedro after the ship had been commission in the Great Lakes Amphibious Base. Only he and I believe it was one other Crew Member joined there. All the others were from the East Coast and so Jay never felt that he really was a welcomed addition. In fact when the first Reunion was planned in 1989 Jay was reluctant to go. I kept talking to him and finally got him to say o.k. He was sure he would never remember any of the men. They met in Norfolk, Virginia at the Amphibious Base. The Hotel was not far from the Base and we were standing in the Lobby waiting to see if we could find the Group. Jay said to me: "see those men over there talking?" I turned and saw about 6 men. He began to name each one and tell what they did aboard the '330'. I coaxed him to walk over to them, which he did rather slowly. When they finally saw him moving in their direction they all said: 'Hi Jay' and the Party was on. What a blessing it was to re-connect with these men and may I say what a great joy it was for me because all the wives - none having met before became fast friends on meeting, and I have remained close to each one up until this time. In fact I am still acting - in Jays' absence as the Secretary-Treasure for the USS LSM 330 Family Group. Our numbers get smaller every year, but we still keep in touch and love knowing we are still here for each other.
Thus brings to a close the 'Ramblings' about Jay and his Navy experiences.
I am sure there is a great deal more he would have added if I could have been able to get him to set down and talk about it. I believe putting the 'memory book' together was one of the best ways he had of telling about it.
It is an interesting note that a copy has been added to the Library of Congress. So all those hours and hours of work and care was well worth it. The USS LSM 330 may have been a very small ship, and had a small company of men and officers, but it has its place in History and in the hearts of those who served aboard her. Jay was one of the last who was aboard her. He left the ship in Lousiana. Only 6 were left to take her into dry dock there. She was 'moth balled' and kept for a number of years before she was cut into scrap metal as so many other ships that served so well.
Gone, but not forgotten by those who worked aboard her and brought her back home. So it is written - and so it was. Eileen C. Rosenberg
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Grandmas Craft Closet
If you have ever heard about Fibber McGees closet, you have some idea of what this one looked like. Over the years I guess I have gathered just about any and everything you might want to become "crafty". Of course at one time I was, "very crafty", however at my age those ideas have long been dulled. Now I set, read, crochet, of knit. Keeping busy has been limited to the movement of my hands and eyes it seems. I still enjoy pretty, fun things, but have no more room for them in the house, and definately no room in the Closet.
What to do? Well I learned my Grand Daughters were coming home for a short visit and I got a great idea! Let those girls come and fight over what they could possibly find for their busy hands and minds to work with. Soo -
yesterday they arrived early and tackled the job of going into that MESS I
had gathered over the 28 years I have lived in this house. My only thought in the matter was not to look at what they found, and definately not to get caught up in what they either took or tossed into a large trash can I gave them.
They didn't have time to go through things piece by piece. They just had a very quick look into each bag, box, basket or whatever to decide whether it was something one or the other of them might use, or were intersted in. A
time or two I heard an exicted gleeful sound as one or the other of them found something they had good use for. I didn't want to know. They really did a great job of emptying the closet and taking away any number of things I had felt at one time or another would be fun to do. Now, I have no idea what any of those things might be, but really I don't care. At least it is out of the Closet and I can now put the space to good use for storing some items of greater worth to me personally.
We all seem to become collectors of "stuff" much of which we really cherished at one time, but as we grow oldler we find have no use for in our scaled down lives. Watching the girls find things that might be useful either in their own homes or in the jobs they have in the Church gave me a good
feeling that all was going to a better place than it had been in many a day.
I'm sure there were things in one or another of the boxes, bags or baskets that I might find a use for, but knowing the slow methodical manner in which I now live, it would probably have just layed around without being thought of again. We seem to hang on to so many things that are no longer useful or needed.
Which leads me to say: "Thanks girls for coming and getting those things moved into another area and possibly found a great use for. Like they say if you haven't thought of it, needed it or used it for 6 months, you don't need it any longer. I am relieved to know I can open that door now and not be afraid of an avalance of buttons, ribbon, paint, glue or misc. items jumping
out at me. Plus the frustration of knowing somethings I am looking for are definately somewhere in that MESS, but I have neither the time nor the
will power to dig into it to find it. Now I don't have to think about it, or worry about it. I shall be ever greatful to the three of you for coming and doing a job that has needed done for a long, long time. May I add as well,
ENJOY! - Grandma "R"
What to do? Well I learned my Grand Daughters were coming home for a short visit and I got a great idea! Let those girls come and fight over what they could possibly find for their busy hands and minds to work with. Soo -
yesterday they arrived early and tackled the job of going into that MESS I
had gathered over the 28 years I have lived in this house. My only thought in the matter was not to look at what they found, and definately not to get caught up in what they either took or tossed into a large trash can I gave them.
They didn't have time to go through things piece by piece. They just had a very quick look into each bag, box, basket or whatever to decide whether it was something one or the other of them might use, or were intersted in. A
time or two I heard an exicted gleeful sound as one or the other of them found something they had good use for. I didn't want to know. They really did a great job of emptying the closet and taking away any number of things I had felt at one time or another would be fun to do. Now, I have no idea what any of those things might be, but really I don't care. At least it is out of the Closet and I can now put the space to good use for storing some items of greater worth to me personally.
We all seem to become collectors of "stuff" much of which we really cherished at one time, but as we grow oldler we find have no use for in our scaled down lives. Watching the girls find things that might be useful either in their own homes or in the jobs they have in the Church gave me a good
feeling that all was going to a better place than it had been in many a day.
I'm sure there were things in one or another of the boxes, bags or baskets that I might find a use for, but knowing the slow methodical manner in which I now live, it would probably have just layed around without being thought of again. We seem to hang on to so many things that are no longer useful or needed.
Which leads me to say: "Thanks girls for coming and getting those things moved into another area and possibly found a great use for. Like they say if you haven't thought of it, needed it or used it for 6 months, you don't need it any longer. I am relieved to know I can open that door now and not be afraid of an avalance of buttons, ribbon, paint, glue or misc. items jumping
out at me. Plus the frustration of knowing somethings I am looking for are definately somewhere in that MESS, but I have neither the time nor the
will power to dig into it to find it. Now I don't have to think about it, or worry about it. I shall be ever greatful to the three of you for coming and doing a job that has needed done for a long, long time. May I add as well,
ENJOY! - Grandma "R"
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