On Death Blog 28March2015

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We have been mourning the loss of a dear friend of ours, more like a brother. It was very sudden, a vehicle accident, and his wife just recently came home from the hospital, still needing care. This man’s life touched so many all around the world. He will truly be missed by thousands. I am sure a year from now, there will be those who will hear of his passing for the first time and their shock and sorrow will be as deep as those of ours who received the news within the first day. I am thankful for a recitation I heard a few years back, by Charlie Daniels, Long Leaf Pines album – no singing, just two friends talking – Psalms 23, you can hear it on you tube: (open in ‘new tab’ or ‘window’  so you can keep reading this) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSIuvM6YTww

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Sometimes researching can be very revealing and very emotional. As we are researching our ancestors, mourning over those who passed the month or year before we found them, even over those who passed on many years ago that we are just finding out about, let us not forget those that are living still.

We all have a beginning and an ending. We will all meet our maker in the end.

Whether we are first time genealogists, or long time genealogists, or professional genealogists, we are all searching for where we came from and where we are going, how we got to where we are and where do we go from here, and where will our descendants go from here.

May we pause for just a moment and thing about what death was for our ancestors? What did it mean to them? Did they celebrate it?, did they ignore it?, did they try to avoid it? Perhaps there is nothing revealing to us today about how our great, great, great, great, great grandparents or aunts and uncles did or did not confront the dead and death while they were living.

What about you? Are you singing the song., “This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through”?
I was surprised to find that just on YouTube, of about 24,900,000 results, even in Navajo, surprising, right?

but I found this one on Vimeo, it comes straight from her heart  https://vimeo.com/5739427 (you can right click and click on new tab or new window to continue reading this while listening)

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Talk about dancing and singing!, I had never even heard of this next song, but it celebrated our friends life, one other family member put this up:  (This should put a smile on your face)  (you can right click and click on new tab or new window to continue reading this while listening)     Your first day in heaven https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UciPFZHkJHo

What do you believe about eternity, or do you? Are you rejoicing while you are living that one day you will be in heaven, without a shadow of a doubt? Are you afraid that there is no after life?, afraid to die?

Only a quarter of my ancestors were Quakers, only part of them mentioned affiliation to church or religion.

I don’t know about the dead, it is not my place to judge the dead or the living, nor would I ever want that responsibility and I am so very grateful that I don’t have to know a person’s heart.

I do have to be accountable for my own heart though, my own soul. One day death will come, and I will have to be accountable for my life. As each one of us will have to be.

GlenRiddle   If you would like to help out my friends family – Thank You and you can help out here:
http://www.gracechurchabq.org/the-riddle-family-donation-fund/

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What did my dad ever see in my mother and vice versa? Or Jumping to conclusions.

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I know my parents met at a dance. I know where and in what town and state. I don’t know when but I do know about how long before they got married. Mom told me about a couple of their dates. One time during field work – they were all farmers in that area – her and her siblings and friends all went to a dance and dad and mom went out to the car to take a break and talk. Next thing they knew they were waking up from having fallen asleep,  it was dark, the dance was closed up and no one was around! Was her dad ever going to be mad at her for being out so late! I asked her, didn’t you hear the cars start up and she replied, everyone there thought it would be funny to be quiet and push the cars away from the dance hall -[ it was a community hall actually] – and then start them up down the road. Funny to her sisters and brothers and friends, but not to my grandpa and grandma when she got home. He was so mad at her for not getting home until past 2 am and she was so hurt for disappointing him and her mom. All was forgiven when the truth was found out later. But right then it was straight to bed, there was still more work to be done in a few hours. (This was the early 1940’s so automobiles were very different then from now).

Parents love their children and don’t want car accidents, or taken advantage of, or make choices that would give them a hard and sad life ahead of them.

But what did my parents see in each other? My mom was beautiful and skinny, that is what attracted my dad at first. My dad was very handsome and a little shy like my mom and good natured. They both were from farming families. Now were there other suitors for my mom, we have one letter written to her before her marriage. It was from a gentleman in the military and he made jokes throughout the whole letter. It is great fun to read. However the name and most of the address were chewed by a rodent, so we don’t know who it was – [I should call my aunt today and ask her if she knows]. We can only guess that mom kept the letter because it was written with joy and that for whatever reason it didn’t work out. That is good, or I would not be here today!

My parents, like any couple had some rough times to go through, but what do I remember as their daughter? My memories are not the same as my oldest sister, 6 years older and she was older during some of the tough times, so her memories are different. This is good, because between all of us kids, we can get a more complete story of our parents lives. I got to see my parents play together by doing things together that they enjoyed.

My dad used to sing songs. Sometimes he would put his hands in his pockets and shake the change and sing, “I wish I was single again, for when I was single my pockets would jingle, oh I wish I was single again.”  Sometimes my mom would be so ‘putout’ at him as she would say, other times she just laughed at him. Sometimes while she was cooking our meals, he would walk into the kitchen and start singing to her, “Hey hey good looking, what ‘cha got cooking, how’s about cooking something up with me?” and it always brought a smile to my mom’s face.

Both of my parents would joke, if the phone rang or we ask who’s here or anybody home, they would reply with, “nobody here but us chickens!”. Recently, I received a CD from Phil Harris and wouldn’t you know it, there was this song on it called, Nobody here but us chickens! (Phil Harris was the voice of Baloo the bear on Disney’s Jungle Book cartoon movie).

What fun things did your parents do that was uniquely for them?