Sunday, December 28, 2008

Pie anyone?


Jim brought home this lovely peach pie but I don't think I can face it even to this day after the great peach bumper crop circa maybe 1967. Anybody else feeling like they still can't really eat peach products? To this day I do not know where all those blasted peaches came from. I remember the bushels themselves and I remember the sugary remains that peach jam left behind anytime someone might accidentally be less-than-neat in a household of 6 kids!! But it's kind of fun thinking about something summery here in December.

Now that I see how the picture looks, it reminds me of the New Year's Eve ball in NYC. Happy 2009. Let's let the ball drop :)

Friday, December 19, 2008

Happy Birthday Kathy!


Rice-a-Roni, Pizza Hut, Huckleberry Hound, Alaska, Hula Hoops and Kathy. All now 50 years old. You are in good company. Let's all watch Vertigo today to celebrate Kathy's birthday (another classic celebrating its 50th).
I miss your company and wish we could be together today and for the holiday.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Lights, Camera, Action! Fine Moments in Stage and Cinematic History

Just a little sample of Paula's fine work shown here. Brings to mind those glorious past performances: Scarecrow Dick, Peter Pan, Scheherazade. For Scheherazade, I remember Mom making me (yes, Mom) harem style pants out of an old pink prom gown of hers. Kinda wish I had a picture of that somewhere. I can remember that Main Street school stage pretty clearly for that particular performance. That had to be a good 15 years after Mom's prom (if indeed my memory is correct) and she still had the dress--or Nanny did. So if Delany needs a stage costume when she's in 6th grade, Jessica could check with us because Amy's will probably still be in the closet. It's a very pretty blue so if it's a Blue Man show, you're in good shape, Jess.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

This little rug rat stole the show last night at Paula's show! I was just waiting for him to make himself so dizzy he would pitch off the front of the stage. Anyhow he managed to stay on his feet so no $100,000 Funniest Video prize for me this year. Paula got some chuckles out of the audience too!! Just kidding--Paula did a great job and I have most of one whole scene taped. I just have to figure out how to get it broken down into a small enough clip to post to the blog. Judy--I could use your help here!! Stay tuned.

We got most of the outdoor lights up and going today. Yes, I think we once again did this on the coldest windiest day so far. But it's nice seeing the lights out there so I guess cold fingers and toes pay off. We were at Paula's yesterday and she's got her tree all up and the whole place looks great. We probably will do our tree next weekend when Amy is home.

18 days to Christmas! My favorite Christmas movie: Muppet Christmas Carol (light the lamp, not the rat). What's yours?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

It's Not Easy Being Green

A small firestorm erupted recently at work. Now if you spend any time at all in places with more than, say--three unrelated people you realize such firestorms occasionally flare up and normally extinguish themselves when no more fuel is available to feed it. This one, ironically enough, started with the pending annual fire inspection. We were asked to remove all personal electronic appliances such as refigerators, space heaters etc not only to assist with the inspection but also as an economic measure. Less draw on the energy = saving the district $$. Of course, this announcement also coincided with the Governor's threat and warning that school districts should prepare to lose state budget funds.

The firestorm spread because some staff members took this request to unplug as a request to make an unreasonable personal sacrifice to help save jobs. A leap, I know, but that's how it was interpreted by some. I'm just sitting there thinking that my personal little refrigerator is probably almost 20 years old and not too energy efficient. OK, I will remove it and use the window ledges about 6 months out of the year as my lunch and drink coolant. We'll be safer and it does make sense. It's much more environmentally friendly. Green. Like the green $25 the district will save to put toward a new teacher (?). Economically sensible.

I think we are all highly aware of the financial climate and making efforts to scale back, cut down and tuck money away. Judy's recent Christmas greeting is a prime example. She's probably a little ahead of the curve (in many ways) in conserving resources by email! Saves the expense of cards, stamps, gas, and photo printing for her. Saves the recipients the tape used to hang up the cards as well as the sort of tsk-tsk-tsk "what a waste" regret you feel as you recycyle your cards sometime in January. Not to mention all the time saved at both ends! Very efficient. Green and economical.

BUT this is going to take some getting used to. As much as I enjoy email, I admit I enjoy retrieving those extra envelopes from the mailbox, opening them and displaying them. I suspect there will be alot less of that this year. And, I of all people, could probably transfer that enjoyment to the "Check mail" button on my desktop.

Judy will probably get some reaction similar to those I've endured over my refusal to accept plastic bags. Maybe 12-15 years ago or so, I realized that pile of unruly plastic bags in my pantry was causing more aggravation than assistance. So I started refusing them. In the ensuing years this has caused more than a fair share of stunned looks from clerks ("Are you sure?"); rolled eyes from my family ("There she goes again") and ribbing from friends (an entire birthday celebration designed around plastic bags--yes, really).

BUT, there are no bags piled up in my pantry. No waste. It's all about the waste as various cities are taxing plastic bags as a means to discourage their use. And waste. I still get the occasional odd look from a clerk as I choose to lug out to the car the bottle of aspirin I just bought (whew). But not as often and most of my family members have adjusted. Their eyes roll at other quirks now. Maybe I'm just ahead of my time, the way I was with the plastic bag issue.

We may have learned some of this from Dad, who's carbon footprint must have been the size of his appetite. Did that man ever buy anything or throw anything away??? Ever?? So, of course, this brings me to the very symbol of the Green Reduce Reuse Recycle movement: those blasted swim trunks. And look what happened there.

So, Judy, it may take til Matthew graduates--from college--before such green efforts you make become part of a national movement, but hang in there. I'm here for you. It isn't easy being green.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Embracing the Quirkiness


First of all, another Happy Birthday shoutout to Chris. This has nothing to do with the "quirkiness" theme today!


My lunch group likes to try and fit a dozen or so of us around a table meant for maybe 6 or 8. This drives me crazy. There are two tables in the room adjacent to each other with adequate chairs at each table. I do not feel it necessary to be squeezed in around a table for the sake of having everyone eat at the same table. I am usually one of the first ones to arrive and find myself shifting and rearranging 2 or 3 times to accommodate everyone at the same table.


I think the others feel that everyone should feel welcome to sit together and all should be included in each conversation. Not a bad theory ... until I am not comfortable at my seat for my lunch with 3 different conversations running across a 6 foot diagonal. We've tried pushing tables together. Two circle tables do not fit all that well together and it still means moving and shuffling. It's not the break from the day that I look forward to.


On days when I arrive late and set myself up at the other table, I cannot make them understand that I'm OK with that. I will sit with my own little group holding our own discussions to save the world. It's OK, really. But not for them.


Which brings me to yesterday when I arrived late at a meeting and tried to sit at a separate table and not squeezed in at the table with the rest of the group. I want to shout: "It's OK! I feel no discomfort sitting over here. In fact, I prefer some space." More fuss was created by them trying to get me to change my mind interrupting the meeting.


I had been thinking that people feel they need to group together to fulfill some kind of need to belong. Kind of like those people that feel they need to seat themselves in the movie theater right in front of you when the theater is all but empty and you are no where near front and center. Or park next to your car in an empty parking lot. Well you get the idea.


But, it occured to me yesterday when the whole lunchtime scene replayed at this other meeting with completely different people that it must be ME that's the problem here. I know, hard to believe. Upon some reflection I think this is just one of my little quirks. I would rather sacrifice some sociability for physical comfort. Most people apparently would rather be social than comfortable. It might surprise you to learn I have just a few other little low level quirks as well.


Which got me remembering (see how my mind works?) how Dad would just stand in the kitchen eating instead of sitting at the table. I hated that. I felt like he just wanted to draw attention to himself and be different for no purpose. I wonder if that's how my behavior appears to others? I am sure Dad had his own reasons just as I do. Now you have the benefit of my sharing it with you all when he never did.


It's a quirk. I have others! I don't really like sand on the beach. I love the sun and sound but not the sand. Hate the sand. I don't like large cups for drinks. Almost can't drink from a large cup. All that liquid --too overwhelming. Quirkiness. Hate the skin on pudding. Don't really like getting my feet wet in the grass going outside with sandals on.


But somehow I could put myself in one of those harnesses and hook myself to the back of a speedboat for parasailing. Walking across the high bridge along the beams underneath. The other side of negative quirks are quirks like these. Or do they call these something else--like reckless? No, reckless is trying to sit at the other table in lunch.


Care to share your quirks or thoughts? C'mon--I've put myself out there. Your turn!


Monday, November 17, 2008

Moore Food for thought











Catchy title don't you think? I am done being creative. Check out the recipie Mom wrote in the "Ryan Family" cookbook that I got for my wedding shower.








Just so that you are aware, if you put multiple pictures on a post, attach them in reverse order.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday this week to Chris! Isn't it kind of nice to know you are over that hill and now you and I can help push Kathy over it next? I guess I kind of still think of us all as kids so it's hard to put that image together with us getting to be 50+.

Mom was the age I am now when I got married. And I'll tell you I'm not ready for that!! Especially when I look at wedding pictures and see her dressed in what I now consider to be "old lady" style clothes (I didn't think so then). I do agree that it seems the conception of age has changed somewhat, probably because of all us baby boomers coming through. On the other hand, Nanny was 50 when Paula was born and when I see pictures, it is hard to imagine. Enough perspective for one blog, right?

Speaking of such, the blog is now a year old! Thank you for contributing, reading and reacting. Let's all keep it up.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Food for thought


It's November, so naturally my thoughts turn to FOOD! I was planning to share the homemade lemon sherbet recipe. I remember that being such a treat--it was so good! I recall the metal loaf pan that Mom would put the sherbet into and the little bits of lemon rind giving the sherbet a slight bitter taste to offset some of the sweet. I am pretty sure it was the same metal loaf pan Mom used for meatloaf. How could that wonderful sherbet come from the same pan as that meatloaf??


So, I went looking for the recipe. I have Mom's 1950 Betty Crocker Cookbook, her handwritten cookbook and her recipe box. Talk about misplaced heirlooms. These should be with someone who cooks and might use a recipe the way I use phone numbers to make dinner.


But I discovered tonight that these do have significant family historical value. Here you see a scan I made of a cookie recipe from Mom's handwritten cookbook that notes it was from Nanny Ryan in 1963. I don't ever remember these particular cookies but I find it fascinating that it comes from Nanny Ryan, whom I know was a good cook.


There are recipes in Mom's handwriting, Nanny's, Kathy's, mine, Dad's and a couple others I am not certain of. Most are handwritten or typed. Very few are clipped from magazines or newspapers (most of mine are). The lemon sherbet is typed out on an index card and has obviously been pulled out many many times. It is too badly stained to scan and place up on this blog for you.


There are a couple of things I remember in particular: lemon sauce for gingerbread and the famous chicken barbeque sauce/marinade. The original recipes are here and my versions of these lack several of the ingredients from the original!! I guess it's evidence of recipe evolution.


It occurs to me that it would be fun to have everyone grab a couple of these and try them out. Then we could have some kind of buffet. Maybe we could do something with them for the Ryan Christmas celebration. What do you think?

Thursday, October 30, 2008


I do not check this blog often, but am always amazed when I do. Patty Anne, the work you do on the geneology is great. Thanks for everything that you do.


We are in-between seasons (unless you count hunting as a season!) right now. Ryan went to his first homecoming dance with a girl. They seemed to have a good time. (as far as I can tell - it is very difficult for Mom to get any information from a teenage boy) He will be playing basketball and is loving the high school. Matthew has just started basketball practices and is elated to be back with his favorite buddies (Joe, Jeff and Cam). He has matured a lot this year and is taking his studies very seriously. I do tell them both how proud I am of them, but thank you for the reminder.


I think that we should start looking at dates for Christmas as I know that everyone's calendars fill up quickly. I think that it is my turn to host this year. How about Saturday the 3rd or the 10th? Look it up and let me know.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Here's to Nanny


Nanny Flynn was born 98 years ago today in Salamanca into a family with 3 girls and a boy to welcome her as a sibling. William Howard Taft had been President for a little over a year. There were probably Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys in the house for the children. Comics in the newspaper were a relatively new addition to daily reading. States were beginning to adopt speed limits due to the increasing presence and popularity of the automobile (20 MPH!). Bobbed hair and large hats were often seen. Radios brought music like jazz and ragtime into the living room. Nanny's parents Henry and Caroline probably went ballroom dancing for entertainment. Generally it was an era of hopefulness in the United States. World War I and Prohibition were right around the corner and certainly must have affected her life at home.


This is a picture of Nanny in her Halloween costume with another child (not a sibling). This costume is a little spooky looking to me but that's from a view almost 100 years later and not a contemporary one. I think this costume shows a great deal of care and preparation--much more than I was ever able to drum up for Halloween!. Happy Halloween to all. Get those pumpkins painted!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

So proud you could cry

So here's what I'm thinking about today. Twice today, people mentioned things Ryan had done recently that are the kinds of things that really make a parent proud. All day long I smiled to myself because I am so proud of him and the adult he seems to be growing into (actually it was closer to "teary eyed" than to smiling, but who's counting?).

There aren't many other parental moments that rise to the level of pride in our children over the behaviors they exhibit, especially when they have no way to expect we would find out. Of course, in some ways, it's all about us right? And our parenting? Mostly our doubts about how we are doing with that job as time goes by. Then we get validated by learning our child has made us proud. And we smile (or wipe tears away) for the rest of the day.

In this case, these were little things --as they often are. Little gestures or responses that can easily go unnoticed and often go undetected by mom-radar. Which made me think about my parents and their parents and so on. Was there anything I did that made Mom feel the way I do today? I don't recall that she ever mentioned such a thing but I suppose there had to be at least SOMETHING. Maybe when I was about 6 or so! I think I'd like to know. Especially because it's usually those little everyday things that define our relationships in this world and make such a difference with those looming life-defining moments we all face eventually.

So, I'm going to make a point to tell Ryan tonight that I am so proud to be his mom. I hope you will do the same with someone you love in the near future. Maybe they will remember it and understand a little better what makes them the people they become.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

More Ryan stories

I have to say I really enjoy getting these other (or maybe one of them will be our) Ryan stories. This is from Phil Ryan just down the road in Kingston NY:

I believe Tipperary was Ryan country, and still is, to this day. My grandfather, Richard Ryan, was born January 2, 1871 in Cashel, Tipperary. His parents were William and Catherine Ryan. Richard had seven siblings, none of them were Timothy. My understanding is that Richard is the only one to come to the U.S. He came to New York and was naturalized as a young man, in the early 1890s. He was a property owner and had an ice delivery business in Harlem. Family lore is that our family was known as the "Ryans of the Racecourse," and we learned that there had been a racecourse in the Cashel area in the 19th century. We have some birth records and they variously indicate that the family lived in "Cashel Commons" or just "Commons" or "Racecourse." Meanwhile, we are assured that we have Ryan relatives in Ireland...but we have never made an effort to find them.

Indeed there are bunches and bunches of Ryans in Tipperary! Although we have our share of Williams and Catherines, this Richard Ryan doesn't quite fit into the time frame of our Timothy (born about 1839 and immigrated before 1852 probably during the Famine). This does not mean Phil is not one of our Ryans. We just don't know yet. Most likely we will have to wait for several more Ryans to join this DNA surname project. It's just another good thing worth waiting for.

Amy is home this weekend and got to spend some time with Paula yesterday at Ryan's game. Ryan's been having a rough time in football recently and I'm proud that he is handling it pretty well. Support from all of you has certainly made a difference. "Back in the day" such support seemed to be part of everyday life for most families. Of course, they lived closer to one another usually and were often in the same line of work or would see each other regularly at church or other social clubs. Not so much today but we do "see" each other and share news almost as fast electronically. A new world with some of the same patterns. I think I love it!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Some DNA feedback

I have finally gotten around to contacting by email all the potential Ryan matches produced from Chris' DNA test results. Nine Ryans have been contacted and already I have one response.

Since the oldest Ryan I know of is the old fisherman Timothy from Tipperary, he is the one I am hoping to link somehow. It's difficult as I do not know much of anything about his parents or siblings. Back to the naming traditions, I am presuming there may be a Michael in Timothy's family (father perhaps) as that is his oldest son's name. But that is pretty weak.

I have no idea how this will progress, but I thought you might be interested in the first story I received from Patrick Ryan in Australia: My great grandfather John Ryan left Tipperary about 1855. John Ryan was a farmer who married Mary Leahy 8/11/1855, Cappawhite, Tipperary, Eire. My understanding is that he was about 19 and Mary was about 17. They departed from Eire by Lord Hungerford boat arriving Botany Bay, Sydney, Australia circa June 1856. I have not been able to confirm this; it is what my father has told me. We do not know anything more about the great grandfathers Ryan family in Tipperary. In Australia he took up land 35 miles from Toowoomba, Queensland and was a Farmer. Of his siblings we know nothing. My great grandparents had 13 children.
Interestingly, I have an Irish friend from Tipperary and his family surname is Ryan. Tipperary is full of Ryans. Obviously conversation got around to our surnames. He pointed out that most Ryans over there have nicknames to try and distinguish between families. For example there are the Ryan giants, Ryans of the bucket etc... He asked me did I know the family’s nickname. My father who is 94 has no recollection of the family nickname. My father and his brothers were all over 6 foot and so are my brothers and my sons and nephews. Maybe they were of the Ryan Giants’!?


I am guessing we might be Ryan's of the Genesee!!!

Sunday, October 5, 2008

October


I am always happy to see October, and not just because it's my birthday month! It's usually very nice weather and a more relaxed schedule for us. But then, there are the birthdays!!! Jim and Ryan both as well as Taylor, Jess and Breyen.


I always liked sharing my birthday with Nanny. She would have been 98 years old this year, can you imagine? Mom would make the birthday cake with the candy corn decorations for us which always made me feel special. Do you remember some kind of merry-go-round circus cake decoration Mom would use sometimes?


October has not always been good to us, losing both Nanny and Jim's dad in October only about a year apart. Such anniversaries give us good reason to think about the people we love on a regular basis, so even sad memories serve a purpose by keeping loved ones in our hearts.


This picture is from 1960. Paula sure had one saggy pair of diapers going there! I love the Tinkertoys in the background and seeing that dining set we had for so long!

Monday, September 29, 2008

I'm back!


I feel as though I have let the blog go too long without an update. Are you missing me? Amy was home for the weekend since it was Homecoming. Ryan and his team had a great game bringing home the win! They are now 3-1 and he seems to have recovered from his concussion. This is a picture of his leaping rushing TD. Paula was right there with me on the sidelines as we watched the play develop. Great fun. Wet, but great fun. We go to Oxford this week so I hope to see Judy, Patrick and the boys.


I haven't done ANY genealogy to speak of since school started but the final DNA results are in and I still don't have anything figured out yet but there does seem to be at least one decent Ryan lead. I will follow up as soon as I can clear my mind to do so.


The analysis of Nanny's handwriting has been broadcast and it is VERY cool!!! I haven't figured out a way to link an audio file to this blog but I'll make sure you get to hear it at some point. It's more fun when you can look at the letter while you are listening to the analysis.


Aren't the leaves pretty this year? We went to Remsen yesterday. If you like craft fairs, this is a really good one -- higher end style of crafts and great gifts! It's always the last week in September and we try to go every year. If you'd like to join us next year, you are welcome to. We especially noticed the leaves on the ride.


Have a great week. See you at the game!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Something Fun to Try

Here's one way to waste some hard earned online time: Try the World Names Profiler and see how surnames are distributed across the globe in the present day. Type in the surname you are interested in--let's say you are wondering about "Nevins". Make sure you click the SEARCH button after the name.

The page takes a minute to reload then you'll see a world map with shaded areas demonstrating the high/low ranges of families with that surname in a particular area. Click the darkest areas which are the heaviest density for that surname, the page will take a second to reload then you'll get a closer view. You can click down to general localities.

Now, I enjoyed doing this but even more fun was scrolling down the page past the maps to see the most common first names with that surname and the specific cities with the highest density of the surname. I learned about this from one of my favorite podcasts and it was more entertaining than I expected it to be!

Enjoy and have a great weekend! We'll be in Connecticut for a wedding.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

DNA news

The DNA results of the test Chris submitted for the Ryan surname are dribbling in. I can't make heads or tails of any of it yet, but so far it looks somewhat promising that we might be able to link up to other Ryans that belong to our line. So far, the 12 marker and 25 marker test results are in and the 37 marker results are due in about 2 more weeks. As I said, I don't understand any of it just yet but the more markers, the better the chances are of making a close connection. I hope to devote some real time to studying this shortly.

So thanks again, Chris!

Monday, September 1, 2008


The Schooner Festival has been in high gear in Gloucester recently as shown by some great pictures by Jay Albert you can see at Cape Ann Images blog and the Good Morning Gloucester blog. So, of course this makes me think about schooners in our family history.


This is a picture of the schooner Concord, owned and operated by Captain John Duguo, an ancestor-in-law a couple of generations back who sailed about the same time as our direct ancestor Captain John Bentley. This picture puts in perspective for me the relative size of the ship to the mean and to the sea. Yikes. Those guys sure look small there and it's a wonder ANY of them ever came back from these fishing trips.

John Bentley was born in 1847 in County Galway Ireland. I have not yet found the siblings he surely must have had. To my knowledge, his parents Henry and Kate never came to America. He arrived in New York from Ireland before he was 18 years old, perhaps in 1863 when he would have been only 16--Ryan's age! He married Mary Catherine Costello (Kate) Christmas Day 1864 (17 years old if we accept the dates on the various records). Our ancestor Catherine Bentley was born 4 years later, the third of six children.

Captain Bentley and his father in law, Martin Costello, died at sea in February 1882 when he was only 35 years old. His wife was left with 5 living children, the youngest only 8. Kate Bentley died just 3 years later of "natural causes". By this time, the children were older and probably taking care of each other, but I've often wondered what life was like for them after they lost their father and then their mother in such a short time. An article in the October 1886 The Century Magazine called Gloucester Fishers states "Few men who fish on the Banks live to be old, and the result is there are comparatively few old fishermen in Gloucester." And many fatherless children.

Captain Bentley is our great great grandfather -- the same generation as the old fisherman Timothy Ryan. When I read The Perfect Storm I immediately thought of Captain John Bentley and have always felt a strong bond with this story.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

102nd BKTF Day


Today is the 102nd Be Kind To Francis Day. I hope you all remembered to spoil someone you love.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Nanny is getting "analyzed"!! Imagine what she would say...


I won a contest today! I submitted this letter from Nanny for handwriting analysis and it was selected! This analysis will be broadcast in an upcoming Genealogy Gems podcast episode and I will keep you posted. Other samples have been very interesting to listen to and I'm looking forward to what this expert will have to say.


And here's what I had to say when I submitted the letter: Attached please find a candidate for handwriting analysis on your show. This is a rare example of a handwritten letter from my grandmother C. Paula Nevins Flynn. She normally used a typewriter so I have very few extended samples of her handwriting, so I treasure this especially. One reason I believe this is worthy of consideration is that I haven't heard any analysis of female ancestors yet and I hold my grandmother in very high esteem as a great example of a woman living before her time.She was born in 1910 and grew up in family who held the value of education very dear. She graduated from college in a time when this was relatively rare. Even more "appalling" was that she chose to work outside the home when my mother (her only child) was young (mid to late 1930s). I do believe it was a choice and not necessarily dictated by the Depression economy.Throughout her life, she made unconventional choices. Even in death, when she chose to be cremated knowing the Catholic church did not approve. Her Catholic roots and devotion ran deep yet she decided to forgo a "proper" Catholic funeral and burial due to her desire to be cremated.For this and other reasons I created and sponsor a graduation award to honor a graduate pursuing unconventional educational opportunities.I am so proud to have come from such a strong role model, but am curious about the parts of her personality I never got to know. Another reason I find this letter interesting is that it was written just post the great "No-Name" storm on the East coast in March 1993 which we all remember quite vividly. We got some 3-4 feet of snow dropped rather suddenly in mid March which "cancelled" my daughter's 5th birthday. Many memories arise from that weather event (hey--how about that podcast question/survey?) and this letter helps commemorate my grandmother and the storm.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Well Known to the Older School of Fishermen

This is the story of Timothy Ryan, our great great grandfather--the Ryan who emigrated from Ireland and started the whole story in this country. I don't know enough about him yet but I recently obtained his newspaper death notice which told me he was "well known to the older school of fishermen". I love that phrase!

Gloucester records indicate Timothy arrived in Boston in 1847 at the age of 20. He stated he was born in Tipperary. He made his way to Newfoundland and married Mary Ann Squires. It must have been the call of the sea because he was apparently a fisherman most of his adult life. About 5 years after his arrival in Boston, his first child Michael was born in Newfoundland closely followed by sister Elizabeth. Two years or so later, they were in Gloucester welcoming another baby Catherine.

Eight Ryan children were born to this family. William, our ancestor, was child number 5, born a few short months after his 2 1/2 year old sister Mary died.

By 1900 when he was probably in his early 70s he and his wife were living with their son James in Gloucester. They apparently moved to Portsmouth around this time perhaps with James' family. That has me curious--what was in New Hampshire for them?

Just a short time later, in 1903, Ann died and was brought "home" to Gloucester for burial. Timothy died suddenly while visiting his long time hometown of Gloucester in 1909.

The Gloucester Daily Times states: "He was a most industrious man, of great integrity, honorable in his dealings with all men, and gained the confidence and respect of those with whom he had business dealings."

Monday, August 18, 2008

A new blog you might like!

Ryan has started his own blog at http://dalpmania.blogspot.com and he'd be pleased to have you take a look and leave a comment if you like. It's meant to be from the perspective of a HS athlete and I think he does pretty well for himself.

First day of football season today so you can expect to be hearing about that! At least it's not unbearably hot today.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

So Much for the Happiest Place on Earth!


OK--we are back in the real world now. The Disney trip was great and we ended up spending an extra night in Orlando--at the airport! Not as bad as it sounds because USAir (yes, USAir) gave us 2 rooms in the Hyatt right in the airport--it's a great hotel and just steps away from security check-in. Here's Amy with Ranier from her dolphin encounter!


And another announcement--no sooner did we get home than we adopted a new kitten: Izzy! Can't wait to see you all soon. Don't forget the party Sunday Aug 31.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

More on names


I found Weenie's baptism certificate noting that none other than Francis and Frances Blumle themselves were Weenie's godparents! I thought you might be interested.


I always like to look at when such documents as these were issued and speculate as to why Weenie needed his baptismal certificate in 1940, for example. In this case, I believe it was probably so that Mom could receive her First Communion. Remember those days when you had to prove six different ways that you were worthy to receive sacraments from the Catholic church?


I have an additional baptismal extract for Weenie dated 1954--no doubt for Mom's wedding. Oddly enough, this 1954 extract says Bettie Lippman (as it does on her wedding record) but it says Barbara Lippman on the 1940 extract. Just noticed that today and thought I would share it!


Anyhow, I've been thinking more about names and how they came about. We know Uncle Tim's middle name Bentley comes from Captain John Bentley (his great grandfather) and Peter's middle name is also a family name (his grandmother's name was Edith Grover Handran--but I"m not really sure exactly where it came from for Edith). So we suppose that Milton is also a family name someplace. Dad was a Junior, so Milton was bestowed on his dad by his grandparents in 1901 when he was born. Since Paul Senior was child #6, I can imagine it's possible the Milton might be referring to a close friend or respected acquaintance such as with Weenie. So that's one of my new research angles. Who is Milton? It is not likely I will solve this and I may never even be able to make an educated guess but I'll never stop wondering.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A Rose by any other name....


When you study family history, you learn that some cultures have traditions when it comes to naming children. For most, the first son is named after his paternal grandfather and so forth. Although this is not as common these days, it's a tool that can be used when studying ancestors.


Weenie's parents have always been a bit of a mystery and I've been making some progress recently with Patrick and Barbara. Their parents names have been a bit elusive so it is natural that I'd be looking at Weenie's given name for clues. Francis Patrick.


The Patrick part is pretty easy, Weenie's father. But where did Francis come from? There is no evidence of Francis in either family tree even though I haven't gotten too far back with them yet. I think he was named after an influential family and town forefather in Emporium PA, Weenie's birthplace.


When Barbara's sister Anna came to America, she reported she planned to live with her Aunt Mary in Emporium Aunt Mary Gallenmiller, her brother John Bauer and husband Andrew all worked the Blumle farm (pictured).


FX Blumle was a brewer (!) and farmer. He was known as Frank and his wife Frances. I feel certain Barbara was also influenced by Aunt Mary and her patrons the Blumles. In fact, I recall the church representative telling Mom and I that Weenie had the Blumles as his godparents and that the Blumles were a very important family. I believe Francis came from the Blumle influence.


BUT Weenie's original birth certificate lists his name as James Thomas. No James' in the lineup either, but I'm not done yet! Thomas is Weenie's German (maternal) grandfather.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Ebay find!


Look what I found on Ebay today (searching for olean ny)! I have a copy of this ad but I did not know it was from 1966. Pretty cool to actually find someone you know on Ebay!


Good luck to Matthew and Ryan today at the Gus Macker. Have a great weekend everyone.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

King of the trampoline


July 4, 2008
Ryan is the King. He managed to toss Matthew, Joe and Jeff all off of the trampoline. He wants to challenge Amy, Ryan, Tim, Bill and anyone else that dares take him on...
Come on up. They had a blast!

Friday, July 4, 2008

More Ryan Pets!


This is a great shot. I noticed that Paula is holding a cat--must be Cecelia? You see Fella behind Mary Jane. The handsome guy is Uncle Tim, still at military attention it seems. And Chris with a table leg??? What is up with that?

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Silver Creek stuff you might like

Check out this link for Silver Creek nostalgia: Norm's Garage (really!) The Town of Hanover pictures has a whole bunch you will probably recognize at least partially: Buffalo St (those are really interesting); the High Bridge; the footbridge, Ludeman's; Patton Electric and more!



Also, Weenie is mentioned a couple of times here: North Olean History Search for Flynn or Weenie. It's fun!

Happy 4th!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Vintage Olean

I sent this to most of you. A friend sent it to me after a conversation in Myrtle Beach.

http://gabrielamericanrealty.com/vintageoleanpage.html

I hope this works.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Happy Birthday Judy!!


Happy birthday Judy! I hope you have a great day. I'm guessing you were maybe 3 on this birthday (give or take) so Chris has been driving truck for just about 40 years.
Just wanted to add that I've been remembering the day Judy was born. We had to go to Valvo's and spend the night (I think) --at least those of us who were in school. I think maybe Mary Jane was with Nanny and Weenie maybe?? Naturally it was the end of the year so we only went to school long enough to pick up our report cards. I think I remember I didn't have my own clothes to wear to school so had to wear something from the Valvo girls--a dress or something probably not that appropriate for the last day of school when I was 9 years old and in 4th grade. I didn't like it much but I knew Mom was having the baby so I was a little anxious and excited.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Skippy


Here's the mangy pooch himself. I think he's the patriarch of the Ryan kids animals. Doesn't look like much, does he?

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Isn't he handsome?


Hard to believe how much everyone has grown.
Ryan will be in high school next year. (Am I enough to have a high schooler?) Matthew will be in seventh grade.
I was glad to hear from Kathy, but was so sad about the message. It was very difficult for me when we had to do that to Quincy.
Hope to see you all this summer. Baseball is in full swing.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Cheers to Nolan Ryan Ryan!


I was sad to hear that Kathy had to have Nolan Ryan euthanized. We all know how hard it is to lose a pet, Kathy--this is to say "we are here for you"! It brings to mind some of the other family pets we have loved and lost. Does anyone remember Skippy? My recollection is that he was a raggedy mutt that often chased cars and bicycles down Dennison Road. I do not remember what happened to him in the end. There's Longfellow and Cecelia; Benny; Harry. For the life of me I cannot remember the names of Chris' dogs besides Weezy. And Judy's Fenway. Brain cramp on those names but here's to those 4 legged creatures we have loved and lost. They were good friends. This is Sweeney, Dallas Cowboy and Nolan Ryan. Cheers.
PS: Ivan and Max were the dogs I was trying to remember (thanks Chris) and Judy's Cassie--I have probably not spelled it right.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Gammy Nevins


For some reason, Gammy Nevins has been on my mind. Mom's grandmother died on New Year's Day 1960 so I doubt any of you have any memories of her since we were all so young. I have never been able to find her with her dad, Civil War soldier Grampie Brown, and that has always bothered me. Finally it occured to me that perhaps they didn't spend that much time together. So, here's a story for you. Much of it is conjecture based on half-educated guessing and some of it is based in fact. Who knows??


Caroline's father was William S. Brown (Nanny always called him "Grampie Brown" so I do too). Grampie Brown came to the United States from England in 1845 as a very young boy. He wasn't quite 2 years old yet when his family arrived. Two of his younger siblings were born in the Albany area before the family found its way to Buffalo New York. William W. Brown (Dad) was a blacksmith. I believe he may have worked as a blacksmith along the Erie Canal from Albany to Buffalo since the trip seemed to take at least 3 years, perhaps a bit longer. The family settled in Buffalo and basically remained there.


Just about a year after Grampie Brown returned from his Civil War service, he married Mary Burrows in Buffalo. At this time, Grampie Brown may have been a teamster (there you go, Chris!) but in later years he also worked at the lumber yard and as a guard at the Penitentiary.


Caroline S. Brown was born Oct 12 1873, after about 6 years of marriage. She was apparently the only child of William and Mary Brown. This was a bit unusual for the time but I suspect that her mother Mary may not have been terribly healthy. The "S" middle initial for William and for Caroline in unclear in origin. Carrie, as she was called, might have been Caroline Summer(s) Brown. It was during this time period that I believe Grampie Brown worked in the lumber yards. He was not healthy either as he suffered from catarrh (as far as I can tell, this is a very severe stuffy nose/post nasal drip condition); rheumatism and "disease of heart and digestive organs".


In September of 1879, Carrie's grandfather William W. the blacksmith dies. She is about 6 years old but I imagine the families were close. Just a few months later, in April 1880, her mother dies of "dropsy" (heart failure) in her early 40s. Grampie Brown is now left a widow with a young child and his father gone.


Grampie may have had no choice but to have young Carrie live in an orphanage. The situation at the Buffalo Protestant Orphan Asylum was rather grim for the 6 year old Carrie Brown in residence in 1880. Children such as Carrie may have been placed there by family members who agreed to pay a stipend for care. There was serious overcrowding and sanitary conditions were abysmal. The playground was a small patch covered in gravel. Education was, however, provided. Some children were placed with other families.


Grampie Brown remarried in 1882 but it is unclear if Carrie returned to his home. By 1900 when she was about 27 years old, Carrie Brown was a servant in a home in Ellicottville. Mom always said Gammy Nevins "never worked a day in her life", but I think she may have worked pretty hard in the years before she met and married Henry Nevins. Henry was a lawyer in Ellicottville at this time and they married in 1901. Isn't it funny how what goes around, comes around--with Dad working in Ellicottville some 70 years later?


I've been told that Gammy Nevins had an electric car, which must have been kind of unusual "back in the day". Nanny told me that her mother would take to her bed when she didn't fee like company and that her dad would take all seven children on Sunday afternoon picnics so she could rest. Gammy only took responsibility for the children's health. Every other decision was in the "ask you father" category.


This picture may have been taken in the early 1920s--maybe about 1922, making Carrie almost 50. She looks older, don't you think? Maybe about your age Kathy?? Amazing how bearing and raising seven children will age your looks.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Our Military Past


Memorial Day 2008. Memorial Day originated shortly after the US Civil War to honor those who have died in service to the country. It used to be called Decoration Day because graves were decorated to recognize these soldiers.


We have no direct ancestors who died in the service. Grampie Brown, Nanny Flynn's grandfather, served in the Civil War and claimed a pension based on disability he acquired as a result. But he did not die as a direct result -- he died in 1917 in Buffalo where he spent most of his life. Paula and I were lucky enough to find his grave in the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo. Grampie, William Brown, was born in England and came to the United States in 1845 when he was almost 2. I believe the family moved from Albany to Buffalo on the Erie Canal. William Sr was a blacksmith and it seems logical he could have used his skills on the Canal.


Of course, Dad served in World War II and the Korean War. These are his separation papers describing his history of service. He was very young, as are our service men and women today. It amazes me.


I think Memorial Day has evolved into a recognition of all miltary personnel, so we have Grampie Brown, Uncle Tim and Dad that I am aware of to honor this Memorial Day 2008.

Friday, May 16, 2008


So, I'm thinking about flowers. Yes, flowers. Mom loved her violets. Does anyone else recall that she wanted to grow orchids? Can't imagine that--I think they are really delicate and require very particular care. But somehow I could see Mom in a greenhouse.


Dad and his garden with the zinnias and marigolds. I still really like both of those. They look so colorful. They appear to be sturdy but are actually kind of delicate too. Dad also grew gladiolas. I can remember seeing glads sold on the side of the road in Florida--other places too of course, but I connect them with Florida. Some people don't really like them because they consider them funeral flowers. I never thought of them that way. I have grown them too but not lately. I loved the blooms but hated seeing them all slumped over all the time and I could never get the bulbs to stay healthy over the winter.


Dad also like to have his roses. I never never have had good luck with roses. Mostly because I can't pay enough attention to them.

Paula reminded me today to think about wildflowers too. I recall Devil's Paintbrushes and Queen Anne's Lace (did you know Queen Anne's Lace is an ancestor to the carrot??). Paula also mentioned Jack in the Pulpits from the woods--these are now protected I think because they are endangered. I have always loved the white flowering shrubs that were in front of the house. I'm trying to grow one here now but it isn't taking off too well just yet. Weren't there alot of them in front of that Dennison Road house?

Lilacs always remind me of Mary Jane--well, the smell of lilacs makes me thing of Mary Jane. Probably because they bloom in May.


Spring flowers are my favorite--especially tulips. One of these days, I'll be able to take good care of a large garden of tulips and spring flowers.


See, there 's quite a bit to recall about flowers--you didn't think so, did you? How about you? What do you have to say about flowers in your life?

Sunday, May 4, 2008


First of all, Happy Birthday Matthew! I hope you had a great day.


Mother's Day, of course, makes me think of Mom. One of the things I think about with Mom is how in the world she was able to raise all 6 of us. They must have had to stretch Dad's paychecks pretty far although as a child, I never felt like we struggled or were poor or deprived.


As I think about my childhood now, I realize there were some ways Mom was obviously trying to save money and one place was with meals. They were pretty economical. Meatloaf was not something she did well. I never realized there was any other way to have meatloaf than that dark brick we were presented with. Meatloaf CAN be juicy, even tasty, when done differently than with Mom's recipe. Same thing with pork chops. I was a full adult before I realized they didn't have to resemble cardboard in texture and taste.


One of my favorite meals was tuna fish and french fries. This was a Friday meal since we observed the Catholic tradition at the time. I also liked pork and sauerkraut, but that was a dangerous choice with children in the house! Dad's b-b-q chicken tasted pretty good too. I liked to have roast pork for birthday dinner.


Going to Foits for fish fry was a treat--must have been a pretty good deal in order for them to take us all there somewhat regularly. That's the only restaurant meal I remember except for where we might go with Nanny and Weenie.


So, I appreciate never feeling seriously deprived when I know it must have been very tough. What did you appreciate Mom for?

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Cousin Eileen Ryan

Eileen's death is really hitting me hard. I don't have very clear memories of the girls so that's probably not the reason--it does sound as though she had been ill for a while. I feel for the family. Her obituary seems to indicate she really cared about others so I'm sure it's a loss to Gloucester as well as to her family.

Emmy said they were leaving for Ireland in a couple of days. I don't remember where in Ireland they said they were going. I had thought their trip was over the summer, so my memory clearly isn't working on this one! Just as an aside, can you imagine Uncle Tim's reaction to the uproar over the crash Sandra Bullock's vehicle was involved in? I guess they are filming a movie that takes place in Alaska and are using Gloucester!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Boys on the Beach


Here are the boys on the beach. We tried to catch up with the O'Briens, but it did not work out. Maybe next year.
Now it is time for baseball .... Yeah!

Monday, April 14, 2008

Happy Birthday Sophie!


Sophie Elizabeth O'Brien turned 1 year old on April 11, 2008! She is walking and trying to talk. She is currently vacationing with her Mom and Dad in Myrtle Beach SC. Happy Birthday, sweetpea!

April 1962

Mary Jane was born April 17 1962. I was 5 and I kind of remember Mom and Dad bringing her home the first time. Can you even imagine 5 children younger than 6? Yikes.



John Glenn was in the news alot since the space race was in full swing. West Side Story just won the Academy Award for Best Picture and Walter Cronkite started as the CBS Evening News anchor. Sounds like a really long time ago, doesn't it?



A terribly tragic mixup with the infants at a hospital in Binghamton must have really put doctors and hospitals on the alert for newborns and their parents. Click here for the Time Magazine article. I always remember Time Magazine around the house so I feel like Mom and Dad probably saw this.

So here's a little clip I found. It isn't a birthday clip but it shows a happy kid! Happy Birthday Mary Jane.








Friday, April 11, 2008


So now I'm thinking about that house on Buffalo Street. We must have moved there in '69 or '70 and it was such a different experience living "in town"! I think Chris and I were released from school to help with the move. We were hardly ever early released from school. I must have been in 8th grade.



I think this was a great house for us. As you entered the front door the stairs led up to 3 bedrooms, a bathroom and a pretty good sized storage closet. There was a nice big open area in the center upstairs and we could have done alot with that, if we'd thought of it! It would have been great for a playstation or maybe a foosball table. If I recollect, there was quite a bit of evidence of hand made drawers, closet doors etc. Anyone else remember it that way? The bedrooms were a good size and so was the bathroom. Kathy and I shared a room that had a pretty cool storage area. I don't really remember much about the other two rooms up there. The bathroom was a decent size as well. Great space for kids.



Nice big living room and dining area downstairs with the master bedroom off the dining room--I remember it always being very cool in Mom and Dad's room. I understood it was Mom's sleeping preference -- do I remember correctly? These days I wonder why that big old space was mostly unused. I remember Mom sitting on the couch in the living room reading the paper but I don't recall much else going on in there too often.



The kitchen was very neat. Weren't there some funky cabinets or some such kind of between the counter space and the normal cupboard space? Under cabinet lighting, maybe? Pink? Sink in the corner (no window) in that corner. There was a divider with counter space and cabinets overhead. The picnic table was our normal dinner table.



From the kitchen into the hallway where the big old sink was (where we would wash hair etc) and the washer/dryer. There was a small bathroom there. Right there near the kitchen but in that hall I think was the phone with a very long cord. I remember one time Mom was on the phone making appointments for us when someone (I think it was Judy) got hurt and she just dropped the phone mid sentence and ran.

Down the hall was a small room on the left that was the den. This is where Dad ironed (I still remember the smell and the beer bottle with the sprinkle cap) and their chairs were facing the TV. Smallest space in the house for the "family room"--odd I think.

The garage was attached at that end of the house and there was a standing freezer out there. I thought that was really cool (pardon the pun). Out the back end of the garage was a fenced in yard where we kept the dog run. Yard full of poop all the time. I think I recall stairs to the basement from this garage but I don't really have a clear memory of a basement in this house.

There was another building at the end of the driveway that wasn't ours somehow. I remember it like a multi car garage and some band practicing in there. Just adjacent was the dairy (Seegert's maybe) and there was a lot behind where we'd play soemtimes. It was cool to just walk over to the dairy for milk.

At the bottom of Buffalo Street was a market I loved to go to for treats when I had any money. Just beyond the market was the foot bridge which took you down into town. Up the hill was the school bus stop, but I remember walking to school many times. I liked that walk even though I think it was kind of far to the high school.

It was a great location for all of us since we were older. I liked sitting on the front steps to watch the world go by. I remember sitting there a good long time just before we moved because I knew I'd really miss Silver Creek.

In some ways I still miss it. More than 30 years later and I still miss the vineyards and orchards and having Lake Erie nearby. It was so much flatter and even though I appreciate the varied landscape closer to central NY, whenever I visit western NY I realize how much I miss it for its physical geography.

Monday, March 31, 2008

George Clooney's Inspiration



Our very own Leatherhead! Can't wait to see that movie. I think Weenie would have given George a run for his money "back in the day".

Friday, March 21, 2008

Another Easter for you

I'm going to try again to post a video clip. I think this might be 1962 since Janie is an infant. It's a wild time on Dennison Road! Check out the bathroom scene!

Poor Judyhasn't appeared too much yet in this stuff I'm doing--I'll have to make a special Judy post!! Thanks, Paula for the comment! I also remember that enforced quiet time on Good Friday afternoon.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Happy Easter!! Brrr.......


Easter 1963. Easter seems way too early this year. I think we are going to Kutztown for the weekend because Amy has to work Easter Sunday. I hope the Easter bunny doesn't go to Gloucester by mistake!

I don't remember Easter celebrations too specifically except getting new hats (at Ludeman's maybe?) and our pictures taken for the newspaper Easter Sunday out in front of the church. What do you recall?

Have a great weekend.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Happy Birthday to Aiden, our

St. Patrick's Day boy!
Happy Birthday to Amy, too.
(I did not mean to forget her)
Next year, she'll be 21!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Dennison Road






I actually remember visiting the Dennison Road house must be before we moved in but maybe after Mom and Dad bought it. Nanny and Weenie were there—I think it was their first visit to the house. I remember there was covered-up furniture sitting around. That was a little spooky to me. I do not really know when we moved there but I have pictures of Chris and I from the house on Oliver Street but not Kathy so I’ll guess it might have been around ’58-’59.

The Dennison Road property was really cool for several reasons: the barn, the guest house, the woods, the field,the gorge, the apple trees (picking apples off the ground for a nickel each to make way for lawn mowing).

The barn must have been a lot cooler than I took advantage of. We used it for storage of bicyles and other outdoor stuff. The outside was covered in this sand paper shingles that would burn if you scraped your skin against them. I remember there were windows in it so it was built with care. I wonder what it was used for originally—I don’t have the feeling the property was a farm but maybe it was.

The guest house was lots and lots of fun. There was a bed in there and the sewing machine. There was a connecting door to the garage and another attached room on the backside that we used for storage. There’d be holes in the plaster board in that storage area big enough to use as a doorway—and Dad hated that. I clearly remember playing in that guest house quite often but don’t have a recollection of what that back storage area was used for exactly.

One time, I found a Barbie doll in the drawer of the sewing machine and thought it must have appeared by magic. I think she had new clothes on and I kind of remember thinking she’d been lost but now whe was found. I have no idea what was going on with that. It did occur to me that maybe Mom was making new clothes for the Barbie –but can you even imagine that?? That’s not likely!!

We had the swing set and sand box in the area between the woods and the barn near the guest house. One apple tree was behind the barn on the edge of the field and I think there was another in the same line between the house and the barn.. Dad grew his flowers in a garden under the bedroom window (the girls room with Paula, Kathy and I) facing out to the field.

There were flowering bushes along the front part of the house facing the road. I still would like to have bushes like those at my own house. White flowers. There were a couple of trees along the side of the road in front of the house and a corn field directly across the road.

That window in the living room facing the road was a good size I think. Full length drapes covered them. One time I recall there was a very bad (loud) thunderstorm with lots of lightning. Mom had us huddled up in the middle of the floor in the living room for safety I believe. I think I remember Dad was at work at the country club. It seems like it was nighttime because it was dark but maybe it was a power outage.

There was a door in the living room out to the porch. That was a nice porch. I think we had the freezer out there. A sidewalk led up to it from the driveway. There was a sign at the end of the sidewalk—must have had our name on it.

The master bedroom was off the living room and there was a nice big closet the whole length of the room. There was an archway between the living room and the dining room. That’s where the photographer set up that group picture of us in those red and white checked tops and shorts. The bathroom was SMALL teeny tiny and off the dining room.

We would always it in the same places for meals, Mom at the end and to my left. Sitting at the table was where I first noticed something strange in how Mom’s belly was growing—must have been Judy. Couldn’t put anything past this 9 year old!!

The other entry on the same wall as the bathroom was into the den—which became Mary Jane’s room. I think I remember a bookcase in there and maybe the desk was in there too. The stairs up to the attic were in that room.

Chris’ room was at the base of those stairs to the immediate left and the girls room right in front of those stairs. A closet connected those rooms. Judy’s crib was in Chris’ room as well as a door to the outside that we didn’t ever use.

The kitchen was also off the dining room. It must have been kind of narrow—stove, washing machine and dryer on one side—sink and refrigerator on the other. I remember Mom pre-heating the oven (electric) and cooking a mouse. Oh the STINK of burning fur! The phone was also in the kitchen..

The main entrance was off the patio into a mud room which led into the kitchen. The cellar stairs were right there on the left. The patio was concrete. Milk in glass gallon containers would be delivered there and they would break but good when dropped on that concrete. There was wrought iron (probably not really wrought iron but metal) fence on that patio. I grew my 4H gourds at the base of that fence facing the barn.

I don’t remember that much about the cellar but I didn’t like going down there too much. We stored the dog food in that stairwell. I don’t remember much about the attic either but since it was a ranch style house, it couldn’t have been very much of anything.

There were all kinds of cool play areas outside. There were a couple of pretty big evergreens not too far from the house near the driveway outside the dining room window. On the other side of the driveway near the road, there was a small hill to roll down. There was a path in that woods but I don’t think we ventured too far into those away from the house. One time I fell down a little hill in those woods off that path and got a big old scrape on my back. I most definitely tried to hide that from Mom.

The woods in the back in where we would go off and explore. I remember a big tree fallen down and extending out over the gorge. We’d find stuff back there—Chris found some money I think and Kathy found some gum or candy or something. We went to the base of the gorge and followed the creek to Shirley’s house one time. (Shirley the babysitter was a student of Dad’s—I actually found her on the internet through the Silver Creek website –but Dad taught in Forestville ?!?!?)

There was a woman up the road (Mrs. Hamburg?) who could cut hair so we’d walk up to her house sometimes. When we took that trek in the winter, we’d take great delight in jumping into the snow piled at the roadside to stay out of the way of traffic. Some lady with a zillion cats lived across the road. Hazletons just down a little ways. For some reason Hazeltons went to Forestville and we went to Silver Creek even though we were actually a tad closer to the opposite schools.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Welcome Delaney!

Welcome to our new little branch on the family tree: Delaney MJ Kilmurray born Feb 28. For the "kids" (Kevin, Bill, Tim, Amy, Ryan, Ryan and Matthew) Delaney and Sophie are 1st cousins once removed (along with Aiden and Breyen). For the siblings, they are our grand nieces. And there's your genealogy lesson for the week.

Hopefully we will see some pictures soon!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Disney really is magical!



















We had a great time, but are completely exhausted. I am not really sure who had a better time, the boys or me!
We did two days at Universal including seeing Blue Man Group (that was great) and one day each at each of the Disney Parks.

We all decided that our favorite park was Hollywood studios (formerly known as MGM). The boys both loved the Rock n Roller Coaster, but my favorite was the Tower of Terror.



Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Give to Each Other and God Will Bless You


I thought you might enjoy a transcription of this letter from Weenie, probably written April 1964.

Dear "Angels":

Happy to hear you are well again. it was nice that you shared the measles. Give to each other and God will bless you.


If I can get Nanny off her fanny we will be over Friday to have a piece of Mary Jane's birthday cake. It seems ages since I have seen you.


Looks as though my recovery will coincide with the arrival of warm weather. That will be a break as I won't get behind schedule with my flower planting and lawn care.


Enclosed is a check for Patti Anne to get her First Communion dress. Have Mommy get the best and not worry about the price. Nanny and Wee Wee will be very proud of you, Patti Anne.


See you Friday. Love "Wee Wee".


Friday, February 15, 2008

Valentine's Day with Sophie!



Hope everyone had a nice Valentine's Day. I spent the day with Sophie at their new house in Binghamton. Bill had physical therapy in Norwich, so I went to help out and offered to watch Sophie while Bill and Amanda went out for dinner. We had a great time! She is so happy most of the time. Timmy was there and serenaded us with his new guitar playing skills. It was a good day.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Memories of Gloucester


First of all, Happy Birthday Ryan Patrick. I hope you guys have a great time on your trip next week.


As promised, here's what I remember about Gloucester. Add your own comment. The picture is in the backyard on Haskell Street I believe from the trip Chris and I took alone. It says 1966 on the back so it was probably the summer we were 8 and 9 years old.


I remember

Flying (must have been from Buffalo to Boston) with Chris –just the two of us about 9 and 10 years old. This was a very big deal. I recall stopping in Albany and fussing at Chris to neaten up because this was the state capitol and there might be important people boarding. I remember getting wings and I think a pack of playing cards on the airplane. Funny I don’t really remember any details about Mom and Dad taking us to the airport or being picked up by anyone.

For this trip, being drilled about memorizing the address 34 Haskell Street. At some point it was changed to 24 Haskell Street as I discovered much later when visiting as an adult. Also I think it was on this trip that Chris went out fishing with Grampie (Paul M. Ryan Senior) and I went fishing with the neighbors. I caught a fish and Chris did not. We all got a chuckle out of that.

I remember going to the beach and finding starfish. Nanny (Catherine Pierce Ryan) wasn’t overly thrilled because she said they would stink. I laid my treasures out on the cellar doors to dry out. The cellar doors were those kind that extended in a slant from the house and you opened it up kind of like a barn door. I think of them as tornado protection probably from “The Wizard of Oz” farm house. You don’t enter the cellar directly from the inside, but from the outside of the house through these doors down close to the ground.

I remember Aunt June and Aunt somebody else living in a house directly behind Nanny and Grampie’s. One of these women had extraordinarily long fingernails. They seemed kind of exotic these two. I think I remember a pretty fancy beehive upsweep hairstyle on one of them. Clearly bleached hair if I remember right. They weren’t rightfully aunts by blood but were related in some way.

Nanny was a cook at the golf course sometimes when we visited. I believe she was also a school lunch lady, but that wouldn’t have been when we were there mostly because it would have been off school time. I remember that she did go to the golf course sometimes and I think I remember going there one time to the kitchen in the clubhouse. It was just up and around the corner.

She had a great pantry in her kitchen. She would give me dinner mints to ease the stomach ache I would get from eating too fast. I loved those pillow mints and they always make me think of her.. The kitchen was in the back part of the house. There was a dining room kind of in the middle and opposite a parlor type of room. I remember a beautiful Tiffany style lamp hanging in the dining room. There was a living room area just inside the front door. The stairs were right by the front door also and I can’t really remember the rooms up there too well. I do remember Judy in a crib in one of those rooms making a mess just before Tim’s wedding. What a mess and I really felt for Mom, even at however old I was then (probably about 12) that her youngest was making this mess in her mother-in-law’s house.

Grampie seemed kind of eccentric to us. Little did we realize he came by it honestly. It must have been on the trip that Chris and I took alone together that Chris would tell me that Grampie had taken him out drinking and what-not with him sometimes. It was a big secret to keep from Mom. I’m betting it was an open secret and drove Nanny crazy.

I recall some kind of bookmobile up on the corner near their house.

I remember going to Good Harbor Beach. We must have walked from the house, around the corner and past the golf course down the hill to the beach. I remember walking across a footbridge and there being lots of sand—very flat and open from the bridge to the water.