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…
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…
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…
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 far back as I can remember I wanted to work in the movie or tv business. Or be a drummer. Like Karen Carpenter. She didn’t just sing, ya know. Look it up. I remember wanting to be a “camera man.” I knew that I wanted to work behind the scenes in some capacity and…
So what’s with a cat title for a blog on family history? Cats and genealogy. A natural pairing, I’m sure you’ll agree. Ok, so not in the conventional sense of the term. But for me, I’ve had cats my entire 50 years of life. So when I think of my own personal history…I have to…