About 20 years ago, I was standing around after church and talking to a couple of older ladies. The conversation went kind of like this:
Older Lady Number 1: I watched a news special last night about people stealing from construction sites.
Older Lady Number 2: That’s horrible.
Me: My great aunt does that.
Older Lady Number 1: What, the news?
Me: No, steals from construction sites.
Me: She was arrested a few weeks ago for stealing a toilet, so she could remodel her bathroom. She’s already on parole, but because of her age, they probably will not send her to prison.
Old Lady Number 1 and Number 2, just stare at me with a blank look in their eyes and are completely speechless.
That was the end of our conversation.
I took a class on researching American Indian ancestors at the Huntsville Madison County Public Library. It was an introductory course, but I learned a great deal about the topic.
The instructor showed us how to use Ancestory.com to research federal and state census records. We also researched the Indian census rolls conducted by the Department of Indian Affairs. This department was founded in the late 1800’s, and was responsible for tracking the Indian population.
The teacher explained the significance of the Dawes Commission Records and showed us how to access that information. The Oklahoma Historical Society website has the completed records and provides an easy search engine for research purposes.
The class ended with a discussion about other records that might help people find information about their American Indian ancestors, such as:
- Indian Removal Records
- Indian School Records
- Will and Probate Records
- Church Records
- Bureau of Indian Affairs Records
- Military Records
- Employment Records
Ben had knee surgery yesterday. The doctor stabilized the knee, so it will not pop out of place anymore. He also repaired a torn ligament.
I picked Ben up this afternoon and brought him home. He is doing as well as could be expected. His leg hurts and he limps a lot. He also spends a good deal of time crying.
I took the above picture about 30 minutes after he took his pain medication, so he was in a good mood.
I put tie-down stations around the house and in the back yard. This will allow Ben to walk around, but prevents him from getting on furniture and from running.
The other dogs have been great with Ben. They each walked slowly up to Ben and sniffed him. They come and check on Ben from time to time and gently lick his face.
Ben’s brothers are all behaving well; however, Ben is not allowed to be unsupervised around any of them. I don’t want any of our other dogs to accidentally hurt Ben or to mess with Ben’s stitches.
I know the next few days are going to be hard on Ben, but his family loves him and we are all going to take great care of him.
This is an excellent book. It’s about a young boy with severe autism and his mother that will stop at nothing to help her son find a place in the world.
The characters are relatable. The plot flows well and is easy to understand. The writing is descriptive and vivid. It truly is a book worth reading.
For some reason, my family tends to have birthday clusters. This week we have three birthdays. Aaron’s birthday was yesterday. Buddy’s birthday is today and Gwen will celebrate her birthday on Thursday.
The next cluster happens in September. My mom will celebrate her birthday on the 6th and my birthday is on the 10th.
I think it’s strange how we have these birthday clusters, but it is also kind of cool.
Today is Aaron’s birthday. It should be spent having fun, singing, and laughing. However, Aaron died three years ago. There will be no signing or laughing today.
When Aaron died, I lost my brother, Gwen lost her father, and Mom lost her son. His death created a black hole in our family. This black hole creates a suction that drags feelings of joy and happiness into it’s abyss. It only leaves feelings of despair and grief.
Our family will never be the same without Aaron. His death will impact all of us for the rest of our lives. I just wish we could somehow banish the black hole from our mist. That we could learn to laugh and sing again.