Random Conversations With The Sisterhood

Random conversations with the Sisterhood:

(Backstory: When my parents and three sisters were living in West Virginia, they traveled to Kentucky to visit my dad's grandfather, who always laid on a cot in the back of the house.)

Betty: That's the house where that daggone goat ate my dress!

Me: Why was there a goat eating your dress?

Betty: I was bored being in the house, and went out back to look at chickens and other animals. I was peering through the fence when I looked down and saw my dress gone. Part of it was hanging out of the goat's mouth.

Me: Why did you just move when he started eating your dress?

Betty: I was six years old.

Me: I didn't ask how old you were. I asked why you stood there and let a goat eat your dress.

Betty: I was six years old. At least he left my slip. That's all I had to wear home.

Me: Alright. Was Mom mad at you?

Betty: She was! That was my only dress.

Me: I still don't understand why you just didn't step away.

Betty: Because the goat was eating my dress. I was six years old.

Me: Sigh...

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Betty: Jean, do you remember when that big spider was coming down the aisle at the church?

Jean: I sure do! That thing was huge!

Fern: I remember it, too! We all got up and stood on the pews. Mom got real mad at us.

Betty: She was furious that we were acting like that in church! She kept trying to smack us down.

Jean: But, Grandma Clemens was so happy, because she thought we all had gotten the Holy Ghost!

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Me: Why did Mom always say that she or her Mom would get "as mad as a bitin' sow"?

Three sisters: What!? Don't you know how mad a bitin' sow can get? They will come chasing you with that snout going back and forth ready to bite a piece out of the back of you! They're hateful! They're angry! You don't mess with a bitin' sow!!!

Me: I do remember Mom being as mad as a bitin' sow. Now, I know where she got it from.

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More recollections:

The three sisters attending a Greek wedding with my parents in West Virginia. It went on for three days. My sisters were getting squirrelly and hungry, and Mom yanked them out of there to go find something to feed them, then went back to the wedding.

Two of the three sisters out on the tobacco farm with my mom's brothers when they came upon a huge snake. My uncles fought and fought that snake while it nearly was standing on its tail. They finally found bigger branches to beat it with, while one ran for a hoe.

A Gypsy funeral that was held at a funeral home...they nearly had to rebuild the funeral home, for they had a campfire lit in the parlor and a hog roasting in the back field.

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My own recollection, which none of them have:

We were in the interior of my grandparents' house yesterday. It seemed so much bigger than when I was a girl.

I showed my cousin the banister where I used to peek through the rails. When there was a wake (body would be in the parlor -- it was called "sittin' with the corpse), all of the neighbors and friends would start bringing in the food. The house would be loaded with delicacies from around the county.

The men would sit around the dining room table. They would all be catching up on each others' work and lives, when it would turn to religion and politics.

The voices would get louder, and Mom would send me upstairs. I would come down and peek through those rails, and hear those men a hollerin'.

Fists would be waving, shouting would commence, and they would be arguing. My grandmother would shush them out of the dining room, out into the living room, onto the porch, out into the front yard, right on out into the road.

Upstairs, I would be like a ping-pong ball rushing from window to window to see the show and listen to the fighting. It would go on all night. And, it scared my little soul to death.

And THIS, is why I don't discuss politics on FB...or, much of anywhere else. Harrumph...right-fighters!

House built by Corb Stevens - Lawton, Carter, Kentucky

Tweaking Your Memory Bank

I love "fill in the blank" things.

I have many types of blank books with questions, handouts about doing oral interviews, and personal histories.

And, I love all of the formats.  Every single one of them.

I was speaking at a conference somewhere in the United States this past year.  It always feels good to stop by the FamilySearch booth and get my "fix".  

And, they always have freebies!!!  They have great freebies!  Anywhere I have ever been, they have freebies!

Wherever this conference was that I'm talking about, I noticed that FamilySearch that these cute little packaged cards they were passing out.

The cute little packeted cards from FamilySearch

As much as I wanted to, I waited until I returned home before I opened them up.

Can't you just feel the wheels turning in your head as you begin to recall those memories?  I sure can!

I have recently been posting a lot about our own personal histories. 
Here is one from yesterday:   http://alwaysanxiouslyengaged.blogspot.com/2017/12/i-almost-missed-opportunitybecause-of.html

And, another one from November:  http://alwaysanxiouslyengaged.blogspot.com/2017/11/gratitude-day-20-my-parents-journals-20.html

 There are several reasons why.

1.  My parents' writings and belongings went up in smoke in a house fire after mom's death.  I still have flashbacks of the things that were lost 32 years ago.  I wish I could remember some of them well enough to at least describe them, since I have no photos.

2.  I believe in having several different mediums of our personal history.  Mr. Kerry and I have video and audio recordings of interviews with our fathers, and Kerry has a small amount of his dad's writings.

3.  As a Family History Center Director, I run across many patrons who would give anything to have personal recollections from their ancestors, and particularly their own parents.

Back in 1994, a young couple visited the FHC for a specific reason.  They had an aunt in southern Ohio they felt they should interview, and came to ask me how they should go about it.  This woman was as sharp as a tack, and they wanted to take advantage of her good mind and good physical condition before something happened.

I had some physical suggestions:

• Let's come up with about ten questions so you can send them to her, and let her mind start thinking.
• Ask her if it's alright to record her.
• Have a small cassette recorder off to the side.
• Have a camcorder set up off to the side with perhaps a towel covering part of it so she won't get nervous.
• Try to keep her on task, but also let her ramble.

This was just prior to Thanksgiving, when they planned to make the visit.

They returned after the first of the year, and I was so excited to see them and ask how it went.

Their faces fell, and I thought the worst.  I asked them, "Did she die?"

No, she had suffered a stroke, and could no longer speak.  All of that information was stored in her mind, and she couldn't get it out or even write it down.

She was 94 years old, and lived ten more years.

Ten more years with those memories still inside her.

None of us knows when we may have a similar situation occur with family members, or with our own selves.

So, there's no time like the present!

• Write your memories in a book.
• Buy a fill-in-the-blank book.
• Load the memories up on to FamilySearch.

And, don't wait until next month, next year, or later when I have some time.

Just do it!

Book Review - LifeBio

Sometimes I get a little behind my own self.

And, this is an example of this "behindness".

At RootsTech 2017, I was experiencing some pain from a fall I'd had a few days earlier.

That meant I couldn't go as far or as fast as I would have liked.

It also meant more time in the Vendor Hall talking with sellers about their products.

And, I found one I really like.

I really like "fill in the blank books",

especially when it comes to writing our own history.

We would all love to find the writings of our ancestors,

but are we leaving something behind 

for others to discover us?

I stopped at a booth where I saw a stack of books titled

LifeBio.

Front cover of book.

Introductory page

Some sample headings.

One of the most daunting things that any writer faces

is the blank page.

Where do I even begin?

What should I start with?

Is anyone interesting in the small things?

How will this be preserved?

I have begun to work through this little book.

And, so has Mr. Kerry.

We are not actually filling out the pages within the book,

but are putting them into Microsoft Word,

and preserving them into a computer file,

and on FamilySearch.

Now, I have seen many books similar to this.

But, this is one of the better ones I have seen.

So, perhaps this Christmas season,

when you're thinking of what you can give to your loved ones,

this may be the best gift ever.

It's a gift of your own self so that your posterity

 can get to know you a little better

through you.

And, if your parents are still alive,

or any of your living relatives,

encourage them to write their story in 

this very easy, simple way.

It can certainly help to tweak their memories...

and, ours.

Disclaimer:  As I talked with Beth, she gave me this book as a gift.  I thanked her profusely, and said that I would certainly look through it and tell others if I liked it.

And, I do.

Find her at:  http://www.lifebio.org/