I was sure to use the word “conflict” because my Dad corrected anyone who called it a war. Even at the age of 84, he’d say “It was a police action and not a war, dammit!” Don’t want to get Dad’s spirit angry, now do I? My Dad was drafted in 1951. Here’s a photo…
My Elementary School Seemed So Big
[This post is part of the 52 weeks of personal genealogy and history series…week 44: Elementary School] I started school in 1969. See how pathetic I looked in kindergarten? I didn’t trust the photographer at all! When I started school, our neighborhood was bustling. Their were kids popping out of everywhere. We had two…
SNGF: I am unique, aren’t I?
Randy Seaver at Genea-Musings has his Saturday Night Genealogy Challenge out. We’re to use the calculator at the BBC website to find out where we place in the world population. I was the 3,246,290,120th person born in the world on my birthday. Woo hoo! My Dad was the 1,997,782,447th person. My Mom was the 2,213,175,838th…
The Moment I Knew
The Armchair Genealogist posted today about the Moment She Knew…she was hooked on genealogy. She asked blogger to write about their own revelation, so here I am. One day back in 1989, we went to visit my Grandma at the convalescent home. As always she was demanding and bossy. I sat back and took in…
Remembering the Oakland Hills Firestorm
I think one of the scariest disasters that happened during my life within the region I live in was the Oakland Hills Firestorm of 1991. I can still remember the events as if they happened recently. I remember that my sister, mom, and I were out shopping. We were driving somewhere near San Leandro and…