Family Tree of cats

If you know the  Horners  you know that we love us some cats.  I don’t, in fact, remember my life without a cat.  I converted my husband, Fred, to love cats too…although he won’t really admit it readily. Our girls all love cats in varying degrees. It’s safe to say–we are cat people.  I have had the best experience with all of my cats, and have never been without one in my entire 50 years of life. First there was Bootsy. She and I grew up together.   The first cat in my family tree. Bootsy Horner. When she was put down…

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Wait…your parents aren’t married?

Mom and Dad 1950, thesummer before they were married.  I don’t know that I really ever remember my parents being married. But, then again, I didn’t really understand they were divorced either. Or what divorce meant. No one will fess up about this, but I have always thought that I was either             a) an “accident”             or             b) a last ditch effort to save their marriage Either way, don’t feel badly about it when you read that because, honestly, I was a very loved child by my parents, siblings, grandparents, etc. and regardless of why I was born…

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Loving Luta

Luta Lee Helton Shrum We interrupt this blog about the stories of my life, to bring you snippets of the stories of those who came before me. These are memories shared with me from family members. Its important to me that these are documented.  My great-grandfather Mark, was not only to be one of the most respected doctors in Bloomington, Indiana and then Lynn, Massachusetts, but he was also known to absolutely adore his wife, Luta. My grandmother, mother and aunt, have always told this story about how Mark fell in love with Luta. —————————————————————————————- Mark decided he wanted to…

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When in doubt, blame the cat

Me, Christmas 1968 I’m not going to lie. Being the baby is not such a bad deal. Sure, there are some drawbacks that I’m reminded of when my youngest, Michelle, brings up that pertain to her and I say, “Oh yeah, I remember feeling that way.” But overall. It’s kind of awesome. The good stuff : As the youngest of 5 kids my parents were so broken down after having stressful experiences with my hippie sister, Lynn, and my sorta lazy-but-really-just-not-motivated brother, Rick, that by the time this blond haired, blue eyed chubster came along…I was pretty much much spoiled…

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