Saturday, August 28, 2010
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Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: The Old Man At The Diner
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: The Old Man At The Diner: "As I sit in the diner and watch people go by, I look at the faces for people that I know. As I look around for one particular face, I se..."
The Old Man At The Diner
As I sit in the diner and watch people go by, I look at the faces for people that I know.
As I look around for one particular face, I see an old man shaking his head in disgrace.
He is standing stooped over and gray, A broom in one hand, A dustpan in the other.
Someone broke a glass! Dishes need to be washed! Old man, don't stand around! Your head's in the clouds again!
The old man looked up, his face in disgust. "God only knows, with what I put up!"
I didn't feel sorry for him, Pity he did not need. The person he is, Is one that I know, On the inside that is.
When I looked at the old man, I could see myself in him. He doesn't like his job, But he sticks with it all the way.
I wondered if he was handicapped, But I have no right to ask. Why do I feel this way? Because I am handicapped too.
I've held disgusting jobs, And went to disgusting schools. What I'm wondering now, is this what my life will be about?
Endless cleaning jobs, Going to school, With no success in sight!
I wonder if that old man, ever succeeded in anything? I know I've had some successes. But it seems to me, My failures have outweighed the success that I've had.
That old man has lived a longer life than I. But I know he's happy. Because when he looked at me, He smiled and gave me a wink of his eye.
Lately I've been wondering where's my life taking me? Where will I be six weeks, six months, six years from now? I've achieved 3/4 of my goal. I'm almost there. The future is so far in sight. I wonder what my life will be like?
I hope that in time, I will be happy too. But I know afar I cannot see. Because it's just a foolish dream.
Goodbye old man, For if I don't see you now, I hope in time we will meet again, and share the wisdom of life.
Claudette M. Moran July, 1987
At the time that I wrote this poem, I was in a very bad situation!
I had received an acceptance letter for a college that I wanted to go to, but I was unable to get out of the situation. Thankfully, when I left the situation, it was on good terms. However, whoever was in charge still insisted that I should not go in the direction that I was going in.
I went anyway, on my terms! And that has made all the difference! And, if you are wondering, it turns out that I was able to overcome my handicap!:)
As I look around for one particular face, I see an old man shaking his head in disgrace.
He is standing stooped over and gray, A broom in one hand, A dustpan in the other.
Someone broke a glass! Dishes need to be washed! Old man, don't stand around! Your head's in the clouds again!
The old man looked up, his face in disgust. "God only knows, with what I put up!"
I didn't feel sorry for him, Pity he did not need. The person he is, Is one that I know, On the inside that is.
When I looked at the old man, I could see myself in him. He doesn't like his job, But he sticks with it all the way.
I wondered if he was handicapped, But I have no right to ask. Why do I feel this way? Because I am handicapped too.
I've held disgusting jobs, And went to disgusting schools. What I'm wondering now, is this what my life will be about?
Endless cleaning jobs, Going to school, With no success in sight!
I wonder if that old man, ever succeeded in anything? I know I've had some successes. But it seems to me, My failures have outweighed the success that I've had.
That old man has lived a longer life than I. But I know he's happy. Because when he looked at me, He smiled and gave me a wink of his eye.
Lately I've been wondering where's my life taking me? Where will I be six weeks, six months, six years from now? I've achieved 3/4 of my goal. I'm almost there. The future is so far in sight. I wonder what my life will be like?
I hope that in time, I will be happy too. But I know afar I cannot see. Because it's just a foolish dream.
Goodbye old man, For if I don't see you now, I hope in time we will meet again, and share the wisdom of life.
Claudette M. Moran July, 1987
At the time that I wrote this poem, I was in a very bad situation!
I had received an acceptance letter for a college that I wanted to go to, but I was unable to get out of the situation. Thankfully, when I left the situation, it was on good terms. However, whoever was in charge still insisted that I should not go in the direction that I was going in.
I went anyway, on my terms! And that has made all the difference! And, if you are wondering, it turns out that I was able to overcome my handicap!:)
Friday, August 27, 2010
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: Surnames
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: Surnames: "Hello everyone, when you are doing your research, have you ever noticed how your original surname evolved to what it is today? I certainly h..."
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: The Journey
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: The Journey: "Hello fellow bloggers, have you ever taken a journey at the spur of the moment. like a road trip? Or, even better, an even longer journey on..."
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: Haunted House
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: Haunted House: "Hello Everyone, By now, everyone is starting to notice that summer is winding down. In the Land of 10K Lakes, the Minnesota State Fair start..."
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: "A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a ...
Callie's Family History and Travel Blog: "A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a ...: "Hello Everyone, well, the journey continues. My title is actually from the song, 'Guardian Angels', sung by Wynonna and Naomi Judd! I was ju..."
"A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a frame..."
Hello Everyone, well, the journey continues. My title is actually from the song, "Guardian Angels", sung by Wynonna and Naomi Judd! I was just thinking the other day about the words to the song, because my day had not been the best. Anyhow, I am going to try to incorporate a few of the verses to my blog, because it is still a developing story.
"A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a frame. And if you look real close you'll see, our eyes are just the same." A few months ago, I received several boxes filled with photo albums, pictures, scrap books, etc. The ironic thing is, they were packed away for a very long time, and the owner did not want to share them with the rest of the family. Some are not even identified, and I, along with my mother, had to sort them out, and split them up. Not a fun job when feelings are hurt, especially when loved ones have passed away, and people are still grieving the loss. I also found lots of letters that were both poignant and laugh out loud funny!:)
"I never met them face to face, but I still know them well, from the stories my dear grandma would tell." Some of the photos that I received have a story to tell, and I am able to share that with others. But that would be because someone like my great-aunt, Laura Moran Shimek, was able to tell me the story. And a book was written for that purpose. But the photos that I recently received have a story to tell as well. It's when the photos are not identified that makes it difficult to do.
"Elijah was a farmer. He knew how to make things grow. Fannie vowed she'd follow him, whever he would go. As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm." When I was a junior in high school, I took a social studies class that required us to each do an individual project for the class. As it turned out, reporting my family history research was the appropriate project for this particular class. By this time, my maternal grandparents had passed away. But one great-uncle was kind enough to help me with part of the project. Aunt Laura had already shared her part a couple of years earlier. Most of my ancestors were farmers, and pictures of that occupation were included. I typed my project out on my dad's 1950's era typewriter, which clacked away, and drove my family crazy!:) Who knew that ten years later, I would find out that an ancestor of mine did spend time in Kentucky while fighting for the North in the Civil War! By the way, I received an "A" for my completed project!:)
"Sometime when I'm tired, I feel Elijah take my arm. He says, "Keep a-going, hard work never did a body harm." When I'm feeling troubled, and I don't know what to do. Fannie whispers, "Just do your best. We're awful proud of you!" It's when you hit the unexpected road blocks, or people stating discouraging remarks that makes the research difficult! However, I have met so many people along the way that have been so helpful and kind with sharing their information, sources, and ideas over the last thirty years! That's why I have been so persistent with it! It makes life enjoyable beyond leaps and bounds! What a fun journey it has been!
"They're my guardian angels, and I know they can see. Every step I take, they are watching over me. I might not know where I'm goin', but I'm sure where I come from. They're my guardian angels, and I'm their special one." One road block that I hit 14 years ago was regarding a letter written to my maternal great-grandmother. It was written in German, with a post mark from Merrill, Wisconsin, and the year was 1920. There was no return address on the envelope, and it was signed by "Mari Emanuel". Now, for some people, without knowing the historical value of it, would unfortunately, throw it away!:( BIG MISTAKE! One of those OMG! moments. At the time, I kept running the surname of "Emanuel" through my mind, and wondered if it could be a surname that I could use to further my research. I ran to the computer, and with a few clicks with the mouse, and an online directory, I had found my answer! After getting even a partial translation of the letter, I was on my way to finding another branch on the family tree! And yes, there is a paper trail to climb! Yay!:)
"A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a frame. And if you look real close, you'll see, our eyes are just the same." I have two photographs of my maternal grandfather's family that were taken on the same day. One was with friends and relatives, and one was with just the family. I believe that they were taken in Hutchinson, Minnesota, and the year would be 1909. They must be celebrating their certification as citizens of the USA! Keep an eye on the photographs of your ancestors, especially if it's from a direct line from your family. I can see similar quirks between my great-grandmother, and my mother! While I am vertically challenged and obstinate, I think that I take after two other grandmothers personality wise! One can always hope!:) Happy trails everyone!
"A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a frame. And if you look real close you'll see, our eyes are just the same." A few months ago, I received several boxes filled with photo albums, pictures, scrap books, etc. The ironic thing is, they were packed away for a very long time, and the owner did not want to share them with the rest of the family. Some are not even identified, and I, along with my mother, had to sort them out, and split them up. Not a fun job when feelings are hurt, especially when loved ones have passed away, and people are still grieving the loss. I also found lots of letters that were both poignant and laugh out loud funny!:)
"I never met them face to face, but I still know them well, from the stories my dear grandma would tell." Some of the photos that I received have a story to tell, and I am able to share that with others. But that would be because someone like my great-aunt, Laura Moran Shimek, was able to tell me the story. And a book was written for that purpose. But the photos that I recently received have a story to tell as well. It's when the photos are not identified that makes it difficult to do.
"Elijah was a farmer. He knew how to make things grow. Fannie vowed she'd follow him, whever he would go. As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm." When I was a junior in high school, I took a social studies class that required us to each do an individual project for the class. As it turned out, reporting my family history research was the appropriate project for this particular class. By this time, my maternal grandparents had passed away. But one great-uncle was kind enough to help me with part of the project. Aunt Laura had already shared her part a couple of years earlier. Most of my ancestors were farmers, and pictures of that occupation were included. I typed my project out on my dad's 1950's era typewriter, which clacked away, and drove my family crazy!:) Who knew that ten years later, I would find out that an ancestor of mine did spend time in Kentucky while fighting for the North in the Civil War! By the way, I received an "A" for my completed project!:)
"Sometime when I'm tired, I feel Elijah take my arm. He says, "Keep a-going, hard work never did a body harm." When I'm feeling troubled, and I don't know what to do. Fannie whispers, "Just do your best. We're awful proud of you!" It's when you hit the unexpected road blocks, or people stating discouraging remarks that makes the research difficult! However, I have met so many people along the way that have been so helpful and kind with sharing their information, sources, and ideas over the last thirty years! That's why I have been so persistent with it! It makes life enjoyable beyond leaps and bounds! What a fun journey it has been!
"They're my guardian angels, and I know they can see. Every step I take, they are watching over me. I might not know where I'm goin', but I'm sure where I come from. They're my guardian angels, and I'm their special one." One road block that I hit 14 years ago was regarding a letter written to my maternal great-grandmother. It was written in German, with a post mark from Merrill, Wisconsin, and the year was 1920. There was no return address on the envelope, and it was signed by "Mari Emanuel". Now, for some people, without knowing the historical value of it, would unfortunately, throw it away!:( BIG MISTAKE! One of those OMG! moments. At the time, I kept running the surname of "Emanuel" through my mind, and wondered if it could be a surname that I could use to further my research. I ran to the computer, and with a few clicks with the mouse, and an online directory, I had found my answer! After getting even a partial translation of the letter, I was on my way to finding another branch on the family tree! And yes, there is a paper trail to climb! Yay!:)
"A hundred year old photograph, stares out from a frame. And if you look real close, you'll see, our eyes are just the same." I have two photographs of my maternal grandfather's family that were taken on the same day. One was with friends and relatives, and one was with just the family. I believe that they were taken in Hutchinson, Minnesota, and the year would be 1909. They must be celebrating their certification as citizens of the USA! Keep an eye on the photographs of your ancestors, especially if it's from a direct line from your family. I can see similar quirks between my great-grandmother, and my mother! While I am vertically challenged and obstinate, I think that I take after two other grandmothers personality wise! One can always hope!:) Happy trails everyone!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Haunted House
Hello Everyone, By now, everyone is starting to notice that summer is winding down. In the Land of 10K Lakes, the Minnesota State Fair starts on Thursday, and runs through Labor Day. And what is a fair or carnival without the spooky haunted house? I have been through my fair share
of spooky haunted houses. They never scared me, because as far as I was concerned, they were actors and actresses dressed up in funky cool constumes! Just like Witchypoo from HR Puff n' Stuff!:)
I always thought that the house that I grew up in was rather haunted in a funky sort of way. It is now sitting on its original foundation at Crow Wing State Park near Brainerd, Minnesota. It was built by a fur trader, who's name was Clement Beaulieau. Ironically, according to my extended family history, this gentleman may actually be a distant relative of mine! But, I am getting ahead of myself.
The short story regarding this gentleman was that as he worked and traveled for the Hudson Bay Company, he decided to settle in the village of Crow Wing, Minnesota. He did build one home, but it burned down. The second one that he built, is the one that I lived in. He even added on to the house in order to provide for his growing family and employees, and to meet with people who wanted to help develop the town of Crow Wing, because the rail road was coming! He also wanted help with peacemaking efforts between the Caucasian people and the Ojibwe Native Americans These people included Indian Chief Hole-In-the Day 2, Minnesota Catholic Bishop Thomas Langdon Grace, along with Father Francis Pierz. However, trouble was brewing, and Mr. Beaulieau knew that. Chief Hole-In-The-Day 2 was shot while in Crow Wing. The rail road changed its mind about Crow Wing, and headed to Brainerd instead, And Father Pierz died in his homeland. So, Mr. Beaulieau offered his beautiful home to two of his nephews, and they split the house in two between them, and hauled it away by ox cart to two farms near the town of Little Falls, Minnesota. The original part of that house stayed with the Bellefuille Family until 1965, when my dad bought it from my great-great aunt, Antoinette Dugas Bellefuille. It remained on my parents farm until 1988, when it was hauled away by a rather large truck, and it was put back on its original foundation. That is, after they excavated the foundation, along with the rafters of the roof and the walls in order to find artifacts like arrowheads,dishes, liquor bottles, utensiles, and newspapers.
My brothers loved to explore the farm. But I think it was because the spirits of Mr. Beaulieau, Chief Hole-In-The-Day 2, Bishop Grace, and Father Pierz were exploring right along with them! My brothers thought that it was really cool to find arrowheads and trinkets along the banks of the Mississippi River! But, every time I would sit in my room while reading a book, I could have sworn that I saw a vision of an Indian chief with a headress and mocasins on. Or, even another vision of a man with a furskin hat on his head, and a gun in his hand! Wow! Spooky moments! So, is your house haunted, or filled with mystery and intrigue like the one that I grew up in is? Let me know! I would LOVE to hear from my readers! Happy trails!:)
of spooky haunted houses. They never scared me, because as far as I was concerned, they were actors and actresses dressed up in funky cool constumes! Just like Witchypoo from HR Puff n' Stuff!:)
I always thought that the house that I grew up in was rather haunted in a funky sort of way. It is now sitting on its original foundation at Crow Wing State Park near Brainerd, Minnesota. It was built by a fur trader, who's name was Clement Beaulieau. Ironically, according to my extended family history, this gentleman may actually be a distant relative of mine! But, I am getting ahead of myself.
The short story regarding this gentleman was that as he worked and traveled for the Hudson Bay Company, he decided to settle in the village of Crow Wing, Minnesota. He did build one home, but it burned down. The second one that he built, is the one that I lived in. He even added on to the house in order to provide for his growing family and employees, and to meet with people who wanted to help develop the town of Crow Wing, because the rail road was coming! He also wanted help with peacemaking efforts between the Caucasian people and the Ojibwe Native Americans These people included Indian Chief Hole-In-the Day 2, Minnesota Catholic Bishop Thomas Langdon Grace, along with Father Francis Pierz. However, trouble was brewing, and Mr. Beaulieau knew that. Chief Hole-In-The-Day 2 was shot while in Crow Wing. The rail road changed its mind about Crow Wing, and headed to Brainerd instead, And Father Pierz died in his homeland. So, Mr. Beaulieau offered his beautiful home to two of his nephews, and they split the house in two between them, and hauled it away by ox cart to two farms near the town of Little Falls, Minnesota. The original part of that house stayed with the Bellefuille Family until 1965, when my dad bought it from my great-great aunt, Antoinette Dugas Bellefuille. It remained on my parents farm until 1988, when it was hauled away by a rather large truck, and it was put back on its original foundation. That is, after they excavated the foundation, along with the rafters of the roof and the walls in order to find artifacts like arrowheads,dishes, liquor bottles, utensiles, and newspapers.
My brothers loved to explore the farm. But I think it was because the spirits of Mr. Beaulieau, Chief Hole-In-The-Day 2, Bishop Grace, and Father Pierz were exploring right along with them! My brothers thought that it was really cool to find arrowheads and trinkets along the banks of the Mississippi River! But, every time I would sit in my room while reading a book, I could have sworn that I saw a vision of an Indian chief with a headress and mocasins on. Or, even another vision of a man with a furskin hat on his head, and a gun in his hand! Wow! Spooky moments! So, is your house haunted, or filled with mystery and intrigue like the one that I grew up in is? Let me know! I would LOVE to hear from my readers! Happy trails!:)
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The Journey
Hello fellow bloggers, have you ever taken a journey at the spur of the moment. like a road trip? Or, even better, an even longer journey on a train, just to be spontaneous? I certainly have in more ways than one. A couple of years ago, I actually took a trip via Amtrak from St. Cloud, to Chicago, on to Phoenix, to Vashon Island, and then back to St. Cloud. It was a two week journey, and I am so glad that I did it!:)
That's how long the journey was for the family of my maternal grandfather when they sailed from Bremen, Germany, to Elllis Island. From Ellis Island, they took the train to meet up with relatives in Montevideo, Minnesota.They decided not to stay too long, because in 1902, they relocated to Hutchinson, Minnesota, and stayed there for quite a while, before relocating one final time to Minneapolis, Minnesota.
One of the many challeneges of taking a journey, and to do family research, is to obtain documents. You need to know what your destination is, how you will get there, and how the journey will be documented!
The challenge for me was that my maternal grandfather was the youngest of seven children, and by the time I was able to ask him any questions, it was hard for him to remember anything. When his family embarked on the ship heading to Ellis Island by way of Bremen, Germany, he was a toddler, and actually celebrated his second birthday while on the journey!So, of course, he would not be able to remember the journey at all!
But, thanks to documentation that my grandmother hid in a dining room hutch, my journey to find the answers of the unsolved mysteries was about to begin. More later. Happy trails!:)
That's how long the journey was for the family of my maternal grandfather when they sailed from Bremen, Germany, to Elllis Island. From Ellis Island, they took the train to meet up with relatives in Montevideo, Minnesota.They decided not to stay too long, because in 1902, they relocated to Hutchinson, Minnesota, and stayed there for quite a while, before relocating one final time to Minneapolis, Minnesota.
One of the many challeneges of taking a journey, and to do family research, is to obtain documents. You need to know what your destination is, how you will get there, and how the journey will be documented!
The challenge for me was that my maternal grandfather was the youngest of seven children, and by the time I was able to ask him any questions, it was hard for him to remember anything. When his family embarked on the ship heading to Ellis Island by way of Bremen, Germany, he was a toddler, and actually celebrated his second birthday while on the journey!So, of course, he would not be able to remember the journey at all!
But, thanks to documentation that my grandmother hid in a dining room hutch, my journey to find the answers of the unsolved mysteries was about to begin. More later. Happy trails!:)
Monday, August 23, 2010
Surnames
Hello everyone, when you are doing your research, have you ever noticed how your original surname evolved to what it is today? I certainly have. My own surname went from Morin, Morin dit Valcourt, Morin dit Boucher, back to Morin, and then changed to Moran. As you can see, my ancestors came from France, to Canada, and on to Minnesota, with various stops along the way. From the point of view of the Irish, my surname was spelled O'Moraign, and then it was changed to Moran. I hear that from quite a few people from the east coast. My mother's surname was Erdman. So far, the original spelling of that was Erdmann. I do not know the reason why the extra "N" was dropped off. Since I still have to find church records in Poland, I will probably see other various spellings of that surname as well. Other surnames that I am researching include Flansburg/Flensburg, Corbett, Dupre, DeRosier, Dugas, Robicek, Sanford, and Hill. Others include Boisjolie, Doucet/Doucette, Martin, and Heroux. Let me know what you are researching. Happy Trails!:)
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