Sunday, September 23, 2018

Sunday Five - Will We or Won't We?


Inspired by yesterday's posting, what do you think we will see in the near future?

1:  We will see self flying or drone, passenger flight? 
2:  Will we be riding in self driving cars?
3:  Will we cut the recharging cable, with devices that charge on their own?
4:  Will manned spaceflight return to the moon?
5:   Will the average person live to 100 years of age?

My answers:
1:  We will see self flying or drone, passenger flight?  The flying technology exists, advances are needed in air traffic control. I think we will. 
2:  Will we be riding in self driving cars? Yes, I think we will (can't wait)
3:  Will we cut the recharging cable, with devices that charge on their own? I have been told that the we will, beyond charging mats, charging through the air. 
4:  Will manned spaceflight return to the moon?  Every President talks about it, but no one wants to spend the money, I don't think we will in my lifetime. 
5:   Will the average person live to 100 years of age?  No.  More people will, but the average won't hit that point.  I have met a dozen people age 100 or older, only one of them had a good quality of life.  

Your answers in the comments below: 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Amazing Times We Live In


A couple of my grandparents were born before the Wright brothers flew, my father was born the year Lindberg flew the Atlantic solo.  In their life times my grandparents and parents witnessed huge changes in technology that allowed them to see and do things that were previously out of reach for the average person.  

In the past 25 years we have experienced a massive technology shift that allows us to see things, experience things that previously required travel or hours of digging in dusty archives and libraries.  When my Grandmother filed for naturalization in the mid-1960s it took months of airmail to gather the documents she needed.  Today that would be handled online or by email.  

I inherited her immigration file.  I entered the address of the place she was born in Google Earth, and in seconds I can see the street, see the front door of the house she was born in an ocean away. 

What will the next 25 years bring?     

Friday, September 21, 2018

Fiddling Around With The Best








Stradivari defines quality.  The best of the best, made to last and to simply be the best.  Everyone should have something in their life that is simply the best.  The joy of quality lasts much longer than the pleasure of a cheap price tag.  30+ years ago I was shopping for a very fast bicycle.  A couple of shops laughed at me, and tried to get me to buy a cheaper, slower less well made bike.  I moved on and kept looking.  I wanted something frighteningly fast and responsive that shifted like a dream.  I finally found it, the shop owner was honest, he said, "it is more bike than you need, but if you buy it you will have the ride of your life" and he threw in the helmet just in case.  I still own it, ride it once in a while, it was the best of the best 30+ years ago, and still frighteningly fast. In over 10,000 miles I never crashed it, only had it slide out from under me once.  

So the violins above, or as their last owner called them fiddles.  Henry Ford was born on a farm, and grew up playing country or folk music on a fiddle.  For about 20 years as he built the Company, he had no time for fiddling around. As success settled in, he decided to pick up his old pastime.  Being one of the richest people in the country, when he went fiddle shopping, these are what he brought home.  

Simply the best, 

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Places in the Past


This is the first home my parents owned.  When they married my parents lived with my father's parents just a block away.  After a year or so, my parents bought a lot, and had a company build the shell, install the roof, windows and siding.  My father did the plumbing, wiring, the drywall, built the kitchen cabinets, installed and finished hardwood floors.  They moved in before the drywall and floors were finished.  My mother swore she would never live through building another house (living in it while it was being finished had to be hell.) 

The moved in to the house in 1952.  I have pictures of my brothers in the house and playing in yard and in the snow in the street.  Three of four years later, they sold this house and moved to the farm.  For a while they lived in the farm house while building a tiny house around the corner.  A couple of years later my grandparents moved to the farm.  Again, my parents lived just around the corner from my father's parents.  My sister and I were born after the family moved to the farm. 

My parents talked about the first house, but never went by to see it.  I didn't know where it was, until my most recent trip to Detroit.  I found the address in my parents files, drove by and took a picture.  I didn't know they were a block from my grandparents house until last month. 

I have built three homes, owned five of them.  When I am back in Orlando I drive by those first three homes, slow down, notice the changes, take pictures.  They are a part of who I am, and where I am today.  The profit from the first one, got me into the second one.  The third one helped me get out my a really bad relationship (it was a rented, I paid the tenant to move out so my Ex could move in.)  Number four will be sold later this year as my husbear retires, and the condo is now home.  House four was new, four out of the five homes I have owned were new.  

What stories do you have of old family homes? 




Wednesday, September 19, 2018

The Way We Were Wednesday - 1st Grade


The winter of 1964-65 my family lived in Phoenix, Arizona for about 4.5 months.  I went to part of the first grade there.  I credit that adventure with inspiring my love of travel and my unnatural attraction to desert climates.  Back in the mid 1980's I was in Phoenix for work and I went by the school.  The teacher was finishing her last year before retirement.  I wonder what happened to my classmates - explorers, engineers, designers, axe murderers?

Can you find me in the picture?  

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Farm


The farm was about 70 miles due north of Detroit. It is no longer owned by the family, but it is forever a part of our adventure. My grandfather bought an 80 acre farm in the middle of World War II. A coworker was settling an estate and needed to sell it.  He knew my grandfather was careful with a dollar (always had a little cash) and suggested that he buy it.  He did.  The farm is still 1.5 miles from the nearest paved road. 

Sometime in the mid-50's my parents built a small home around the corner from the original farmhouse.  I was raised there.  Above is the driveway to the original farm house.  Those trees have been there for at least 70 years.  

After my grandfather died in 1976 my grandmother sold the back 40 acres.  A couple of years later she sold my father the front half, and he gave my sister the smaller house I was raised in and a couple of acres of land, and he and my mother moved into the old farm house.  A couple of years later he sold the rest of the farm to a neighbor (for . twice what he paid my grandmother two years earlier.) My sister lost the small house in a divorce almost a decade ago.   
Original Farm House 


Monday, September 17, 2018

Connections to The Past

Based on the date on the barn, and the hair, the young man on the right between the two grey horses, is my maternal grandfather.  He farmed with horses and mules into the late 1940's.  

I am discovering family I didn't know I had.  

My mother had a strange relationship with her family.  Her parents were estranged from parts of their families resulting from decades old fights over inheritances, my grandmother got cash instead of farmland when her father died and never forgave other family members who received land instead of cash (everyone received the same value, the issue was land or cash.) My grandmother was the dominant member of that couple, (he was passive aggressive - and never spoke up) so if they were not seeing her family they were not seeing any family.  The result, is I knew very little of my mother's family. 

A few weeks ago the post office forwarded me a funeral notice sent to my late parents, for an uncle of hers.  He died at age 100, he was my maternal grandfather's much younger brother (like 16 years younger.) He had been an army officer and an accountant for the city of Lansing, Michigan.  When he retired he moved to Phoenix, and all but one of his adult children lives in the Phoenix area.  I wrote a letter in response explaining that my parents are dead, and that the notice had been forwarded to me.  I said, I'd love to reconnect with my grandfather's family.  A couple of weeks ago I received an email from a second cousin, I never knew existed.  She is a recently retired school teacher in the Phoenix area.  I am thrilled.  I am stopping in Phoenix on a trip to the west coast later this fall, I will have lunch with Shirley and meet her mother.  I am also going to see Spo and Someone while I in the Valley of the Sun.  

I am sorting through other artifacts from my mother's belongings. More to come on learning about family on both sides.  (Hint, I have my paternal grandmother's address list from 1928.) .