He and his mom Lisa brightened our days here in Mexico and we already miss him. I'm going to leave those 'little shoes' he left behind...it is my reminder that he was here. We laughed, and sometimes we had fun 'remembering'. He does this game well. I'm looking forward to having some MORE memories with other grandkids in October when we visit the USA.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Genuine Happy Moment
He and his mom Lisa brightened our days here in Mexico and we already miss him. I'm going to leave those 'little shoes' he left behind...it is my reminder that he was here. We laughed, and sometimes we had fun 'remembering'. He does this game well. I'm looking forward to having some MORE memories with other grandkids in October when we visit the USA.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Enjoying the Journey
Kampgrounds of America turned us down in two cabins, as we erroneously had an idea that their Kabins would have sheets...they didn't rent us a dso Roberta is in the pool, I enjoyed the Memorial Day dip,....Momma Marlita and Papa Juan Camacho have called twice from Rome, they are missing their kids. We want to be friends and enjoy THIS moment...
With Jude and Evianna, we visited the gravesite of John M, Rovenstine my father, my mother accompanied us, we placed 3 red roses in a vase on his grave, we prayed, I wept in gratitude for God's gift in giving me John M, to raise me, and show me the way. My mother declared to her great grandchildren, that soon she too would join John M, and be buried there beside him...This too was a good day.
Tomorrow will be a good day, we hope to see the Boyhood Home of Abraham Lincoln, in Lincoln City, Indiana...Come along
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Aleda´s Dutch Heritage
Pan Cratius, naturalized US Citizen in 1944 became John Warmerdam.
In many ways he was more like a father, my older brother Wendell used to call him ¨Daddy¨. Our dad in the US Army, serving in Dexter New Mexico at a POW camp for German aviators. He had the time to tell us sailor stories, and his life was colorful, and his memory was about as keen as my mother.
In this photo I am at the birth site of the mother of Pan Cratius, eating a raw red herring, as the people of her village did to survive.
Going to the museum to see the unusual habits and customs of the people on the North Sea was very enlightening. My 2nd cousin gave me the official tour, and she explained where the families lived, their grand parents. Most likely my grandfather Pan Cratius walked these same shores, and came here in the summer to swim.
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