Tieing the bow
There you have it; locally schools anre now on March Break. Just in time to align with a substantial hike in gas prices. Hmmm. No need to point out that such coincidences are predictable; charge whatever the market will bear, etc.
We decided, after consultation with the involved, to not go to see the kids. They’re busy, and the city is a mess, what with record snowfalls and a slush volume that belies the whole idea of dry feet. Things will improve, and by the time the first flowers bloom in the front yard, we can look at self-contained travel, where floor space in already small apartments doesn’t reach premium levels.
Now we need a Plan B, and with the rain, I could begin BBQ season much earlier than forecast.
One of my preferred trad groups “launched” a new album today. The first indications weren’t in my favour, with a reliance on streaming sites, but later in the day an offer to “purchase my download” came up. I’ve placed my order, and now I’m waiting for all the parties involved to actually deliver product. Tomorrow?
Recently I noticed a lane with large trees, albeit now without the large house from the last century. I did wonder “who?” and so I decided to use my research skills. The landowner atlas from 1927 gave me a list of family members. The census files from 1901 and 1911 identified the members by age, and finally a write-up in a newspaper, celebrating the couple’s 50th anniversary gave me a couple of siblings. After that, a matter of a few minutes to reveal four generations of the family, and link them to a friend. His great-grandfather’s place. That’s how you tie the bow in family history.
