Okay Orrin Newton! I know why you've been a little quiet on the blog lately. I just peeked at your profile and happened to notice you had FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY SOEMTHING HITS!! C'mon....fess up, you've been spending A LOT of time clicking onto your own profile, haven't you???? You stinker! I shouldn't have told you about that! Now I'm gonna have to just go back and forth on mine (and you are soooo far ahead of the crowd!) FUNNEEE.....you are BUSTED!!! But we still love ya.
Sandi
P.S. Cindy...when you gonna do some talking??
Monday, February 4, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Better Late Than Never!!!
Hi Everyone!
I'm the "other" Gail, youngest daughter of Gabby and Arlene.
I started a post late last night but was too tired to finish it so I saved it out there SOMEWHERE. Well when I was ready to finish the post I couldn't figure out where I had saved it. So I had to start all over again! I told you I was computer illiterate Jodi!
It's great to be here with all of you! I am looking forward to getting reacquainted with those of you I once knew and can't wait to make new relationships with those I've never met!
Love,
Gail
I'm the "other" Gail, youngest daughter of Gabby and Arlene.
I started a post late last night but was too tired to finish it so I saved it out there SOMEWHERE. Well when I was ready to finish the post I couldn't figure out where I had saved it. So I had to start all over again! I told you I was computer illiterate Jodi!
It's great to be here with all of you! I am looking forward to getting reacquainted with those of you I once knew and can't wait to make new relationships with those I've never met!
Love,
Gail
Welcome Newbies
Welcome to all the new contributors, it's sooo good to see you all! Gail, Cindy, Diane and Jack (my "sparkling" brother-in-law).
I know there are some other folks out there reading this blog who haven't joined yet. Anyone who would like to be added to the list of contributors can contact me at j.hutchison@suddenlink.net. If you don't feel like joining in the conversations right away, at least post a profile so we learn more about you.
There are a few folks who are missing that we would really, really love to hear from!
Love you all!
Jodi
I know there are some other folks out there reading this blog who haven't joined yet. Anyone who would like to be added to the list of contributors can contact me at j.hutchison@suddenlink.net. If you don't feel like joining in the conversations right away, at least post a profile so we learn more about you.
There are a few folks who are missing that we would really, really love to hear from!
Love you all!
Jodi
and YET ANOTHER!
Miss Gail has joined us! Hi Gail!! so glad you jumped on board. We would love to hear you hit that key board and join our conversations, silly remarks, or start a new post. It is so great to see a new name. I think your sister Diane joined last week. She has already posted pics! Don't let her get too far ahead of you!! LOL!
And Aunt Shirley...if you're reading this, we'd sure like to see your profile and to hear from you on the blog! Love yous guys! Sandi
And Aunt Shirley...if you're reading this, we'd sure like to see your profile and to hear from you on the blog! Love yous guys! Sandi
LOOK!! New Profiles!
Aint Aud (aka "Queen Bee") and Aunt Earnie have filled out their profiles AND have added a pic! Go take a peek. By the way, Aint Aud declared herself Queen Bee at her 75th Birthday dinner, and we think it's the perfect title. Jodi surprised her with a crown, and Debbey clothed her in fur! Let me tell you right now, this is serious business!! Don't think your Aunt Earnie is REALLY "low"profile. She's just not ready to bring it on quite yet! She's a real character that keeps us laughing (and eating waaay too much good food). The two of them are a blessing to all of us-but you can bet you won't snooze around these two.
Love, Sandi
Love, Sandi
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Where do blue eyes come from?
I know what you're thinking, "Sarah all this family history stuff is really cool but where do my blue eys come from?". Yes, I get that all the time. Here's the scoop. People say....
Genetic mutation makes those brown eyes blue,
Scientists find that blue-eyed individuals have a single, common ancestor
By Jeanna Bryner
People with blue eyes have a single, common ancestor, according to new research.
A team of scientists has tracked down a genetic mutation that leads to blue eyes. The mutation occurred between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago, so before then, there were no blue eyes.
"Originally, we all had brown eyes," said Hans Eiberg from the Department of Cellular and Molecular Medicine at the University of Copenhagen.
***snip, this is continued in the comment section***
Genetic mutation makes those brown eyes blue,
Scientists find that blue-eyed individuals have a single, common ancestor
By Jeanna Bryner
People with blue eyes have a single, common ancestor, according to new research.
A team of scientists has tracked down a genetic mutation that leads to blue eyes. The mutation occurred between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago, so before then, there were no blue eyes.
"Originally, we all had brown eyes," said Hans Eiberg from the Department of Cellular and Molecular Medicine at the University of Copenhagen.
***snip, this is continued in the comment section***
Here's to my mom
#1. Coke is it!
My mother, Margaret LaVaughn Williamson married Gabby and had me, Orrin, and Gail. Somtime after they split up we were living near Church Street in Jonesboro and I remember this laundromat that had a vacant lot next to it. Of course in those days (and these days come to think of it) we didn't wear shoes much in the summer. Orrin and I were playing in that vacant lot and we were barefoot running around. Wouldn't you know there was a broken coke bottle with just the bottom of it sticking straight up. And wouldn't you know that diameter of that bottle and the heel of my foot were about the same size. And as fate would have it, as I was running across the vacant lot I stomped right on top of that bottle. My entire heel was just barely hanging on. I went crying and hopping on one foot into the laundromat to find my mom. Dear mother took one look at my heel and passed out cold. An elderly man was in there doing his laundry. He picked me up, carried me to the sink, washed everything off and wrapped it up in some cloth. Then we went back and tended to my mom.
#2. Snakes alive!
My mother is and has always been deathly afraid of snakes. It doesn't matter if they are big old ugly Cotton Mouths, or littel bitty red bellies. If it's a snake you will get a nice loud scream and the treat of seeing my mom pretty much a grade A #1 hissy fit. She just about pee's her pants at just the sight of one. This is all very useful information...if you're a kid. After we moved to Michigan we lived out in the country and spent every summer day playing in the woods and hunting for snakes. It was the beginning of summer and the baby snakes were just getting out of their burrows. (Do you see where this is going?). We had just got back from a great snake hunt and had our pocket pretty full of baby snakes. My mother and my aunt were in the house. Soooooo naturally us kids go in the house to show off our latest catch. Did I mention my aunt is just as bad as my mom? No, sorry about that. Anyway, with both of them screaming (we should have had some ear protection) they made a bee line to the bathroom and locked themselves in. They were in there cussing up a blue streak and shouting out all of the things that was going to happen to us if we didn't get rid of those snakes. It was fun while it lasted. After we raided the refridgerator for ice cream we headed back out to the woods. No telling how long they hid in that bathroom.
#3. Whirlygig
When we were young my folks were into big time wrestling (only the good lord knows why). My earliest memories are watching Flying Fred Curry, The Shiek, Chief somethin' or other. We saw it on television and saw it live. Yep, what a great time. Anyway. I remember when I was about 12-13 we were in the living room one day and mom and dad (Chuck) were getting a little frisky. No not that kind of frisky. They were goofing around and startin' to Rassel a bit. All of a sudden my mom did this firemans thing on dad and the next thing I know she has him over her shoulder and spinning him around like a propeller. Now mind you, she was about 120 lbs and he was about 180 lbs. But mom's a farm girl and as tough as a cob. People say. She spun him around and dropped him on the couch. She's been my hero ever since.
My mother, Margaret LaVaughn Williamson married Gabby and had me, Orrin, and Gail. Somtime after they split up we were living near Church Street in Jonesboro and I remember this laundromat that had a vacant lot next to it. Of course in those days (and these days come to think of it) we didn't wear shoes much in the summer. Orrin and I were playing in that vacant lot and we were barefoot running around. Wouldn't you know there was a broken coke bottle with just the bottom of it sticking straight up. And wouldn't you know that diameter of that bottle and the heel of my foot were about the same size. And as fate would have it, as I was running across the vacant lot I stomped right on top of that bottle. My entire heel was just barely hanging on. I went crying and hopping on one foot into the laundromat to find my mom. Dear mother took one look at my heel and passed out cold. An elderly man was in there doing his laundry. He picked me up, carried me to the sink, washed everything off and wrapped it up in some cloth. Then we went back and tended to my mom.
#2. Snakes alive!
My mother is and has always been deathly afraid of snakes. It doesn't matter if they are big old ugly Cotton Mouths, or littel bitty red bellies. If it's a snake you will get a nice loud scream and the treat of seeing my mom pretty much a grade A #1 hissy fit. She just about pee's her pants at just the sight of one. This is all very useful information...if you're a kid. After we moved to Michigan we lived out in the country and spent every summer day playing in the woods and hunting for snakes. It was the beginning of summer and the baby snakes were just getting out of their burrows. (Do you see where this is going?). We had just got back from a great snake hunt and had our pocket pretty full of baby snakes. My mother and my aunt were in the house. Soooooo naturally us kids go in the house to show off our latest catch. Did I mention my aunt is just as bad as my mom? No, sorry about that. Anyway, with both of them screaming (we should have had some ear protection) they made a bee line to the bathroom and locked themselves in. They were in there cussing up a blue streak and shouting out all of the things that was going to happen to us if we didn't get rid of those snakes. It was fun while it lasted. After we raided the refridgerator for ice cream we headed back out to the woods. No telling how long they hid in that bathroom.
#3. Whirlygig
When we were young my folks were into big time wrestling (only the good lord knows why). My earliest memories are watching Flying Fred Curry, The Shiek, Chief somethin' or other. We saw it on television and saw it live. Yep, what a great time. Anyway. I remember when I was about 12-13 we were in the living room one day and mom and dad (Chuck) were getting a little frisky. No not that kind of frisky. They were goofing around and startin' to Rassel a bit. All of a sudden my mom did this firemans thing on dad and the next thing I know she has him over her shoulder and spinning him around like a propeller. Now mind you, she was about 120 lbs and he was about 180 lbs. But mom's a farm girl and as tough as a cob. People say. She spun him around and dropped him on the couch. She's been my hero ever since.
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