What a lovely day! Sunshine and frost make for a kaleidoscope of colors in the fall. My walk this morning was filled with visual pleasures. The time changed here during Saturday night, the clocks were set an hour earlier to accommodate the sun's later appearance and earlier retirement as the earth rotates. The result was that my walk occurred at a much earlier hour. There are few bipeds abroad at that hour. The streets were quiet; so quiet I could hear the leaves landing on the sidewalk as they drifted down from the trees.
Attila left before it was light, despite the time change. I try to make his days less challenging with little things such as his favorite homemade breads and desserts for his packed lunch. Attila loves to cook and part of the challenge of these busy days is that he has no time to spend in the kitchen. It will only be a matter of weeks now before he can sleep, cook, and eat to his hearts content. The sleeping will come first.
The genealogy project has become more consuming as time has passed. A major breakthrough, thanks to the help of a woman who offered to do some "lookups", has sent me off on a whole new and successful perusal of Vital Statistic Records and Census. It has also inspired me to begin the very daunting task of scanning the original documents I possess. I have things like Sales Receipts, Tax Receipts, Hunting Licenses, Hospital Bills, pictures, etc. My goal is to digitize the lot, and distribute a web display and compilation of digitized sources on a CD. This is likely to be only of interest to selected relatives. My real hope is that my GGG Grandchildren and other descendants of my ancestors will find these records of help to them in their journey through life.
One thing I found quite fascinating as I sorted through the old documents. I come by my eccentricities honestly. My GG Grandparents, G Grandparents and Grandparents approached the structural elements of the world in much the same way, with an odd combination of respect and distrust. Of course, even the history that managed to avoid being set to the torch supports their viewpoint. It seems we share a deep cynicism concerning the political rhetoric of our respective times. Things are no better now; neither are they worse. What our culture calls "progress" is merely a new facade for an old game. Young people are easily swayed by the "trinkets" offered in return for their loyalties.
Tonight is Halloween and I am making an effort to post this entry before the first visitor rings the doorbell. Our neighborhood does have quite a few children "Trick or Treating" and we have stocked up well in anticipation. Attila even brought a pumpkin home last night and carved it. Soon I will light the candle in the pumpkin and set it on the front porch to light the way for our excited visitors. Only the very young stop to notice such niceties. The older children hold out their bags, receive their due, and run away shouting thank-you over their shoulders. Tomorrow many children will be over-sugared and cranky after all the excitement. Those days are no more at our house; our girls are the ones handing out the candy now.
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Jack ohhhh Lantern
By the Easy Chair
Atlas of North America
At the Door
Kids, kids, kids. Tall kids, short kids, old kids and young kids. Attila makes them all say thank-you.
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