The red chair

Grandad is his red chair in his den. Early 1970’s.  When my grandmother, Buba, died just a few months before I was married in 1988, my mother let us know that my Aunt and cousins were working on getting her house on Lewis Road in Swampscott, Massachusetts ready to be sold and that if we wanted anything we could go up and take a look. Fred and I would be getting our own house after we got married and I thought there might be some furniture, especially, that we might want to consider. Among other things we chose was my…

Continue reading

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…

Continue reading

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…

Continue reading

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…

Continue reading