Saturday, December 31, 2011

Samuel Eames From Bristol, England

He was my 3g grandfather. One cousin said he looked a bit like Uncle Remus - an American character from the south but actually, he was very tanned from working outside all his life as a stone mason. He was born in Bristol, England in 1790 to William and Mary Eames.  When he was 3 years old the mystery begins.  He was shipped off to live with his Uncle Samuel Watkins, who lived at Orcop, Hereford, England and there he was raised - never to see his parents again as far as we have been able to find out. He had a sister Eliza and a brother Alexander both of whom seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth.  

There always seems to be a dead end line that continues to be a mystery.  I was amazed that I could find his photo on the web because I am still in California and not on my computer with all my wonderful black and white photos that were passed on to me. He had five children and all of them came to America so that now there are thousands of descendants who live here and one branch still in England from a grandson who returned to England and stayed there. There is of course a chance that his sister and brother lived and they have descendants near Bristol.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Carmel By the Sea

Last night we drove to Carmel to look at Christmas lights before everyone takes them down but to our surprise, there were not a lot of lights just spotted sections with a few lights here and there. Even in the dark the tiny little streets reminded me of Ireland and the narrow lanes. Many streets were tunneled by trees overhanging these bitty lanes which turned every which way because of the hills that they were built on.

The shopping area in Carmel calls to me even though the small shops will probably be extremely overpriced.  We gotta go back, I am dreaming of a walk through, window shopping just to take a peek.  Maybe, if I get lucky, something will be on sale.

How I love to watch the ocean breaking into the shore! Since I've always lived inland, it never ceases to grab my attention.

Who would think to make a fence out of different sized pieces of weathered wood without putting cross pieces with it?

It's not that these houses are the most expensive - most are small garden type but they are on a piece of land that has become out priced and stayed that way.  After all, how many can say they have movie stars for neighbors.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Lovers Point

Remember that movie with Doris Day about a glass bottom boat. Well, apparently, there was a family who for over 40 years ran a glass bottom boat business in Monterey but as many things do, they run their course and disappear leaving only warm fuzzy memories.

Anyone for surfing - in a wet suit? My teeth just chatter thinking of going into that freezing cold water.
Only four surfers were brave enough today but after all, they had to dodge rocks and turn at just the right moment before crashing into the rocks.  Definitely not beginner surfing!

 Strange looking trees - they seem to grow everywhere here.
Still trying to figure out what to wear - too warm for my winter coat but just a bit chilly for just a jacket.  Perhaps, I need a scarf wrapped around my neck to keep me warm.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Monterey Aquarium

I packed very light - after all that is what all the travel shows recommend. The only problem was that I grabbed my pencil thin navy blue skirt and not my pencil thin black skirt so I really had no top to go with my skirt for church on Christmas.  Ugh!  So off to the stores shopping and one last item on Christmas Eve where parking lots were filled to the brim!

It took an entire day to see the Monterey Aquarium.  What a sight!

The aquarium was built around part of the old cannery which was famous for sardines until they were all fished out.  So now the whole Monterey bay area is a sanctuary for fish and birds - man trying to makeup for mistakes.

They rescue birds and give them a home until they are mended or given a permanent home in some cases.

The aquarium is so big that we had to take a lunch break. Down cannery row we trod to Bubba Gump Shrimp Restaurant. Food was okay but a bit pricey. They served french fries and a cup a jello in a stiff paper tug boat for each kid with their kids meal.  The kids were ecstatic and it kept them busy until we finished our meals. Of coarse my granddaughter had mac and cheese and my grandson had pizza.

We were right on the bay overlooking the ocean - fantastic view to go with out lunch. Our waiter came round and asked Forest Gump questions - ugh ugh ugh - I hated that movie.  It was the only Tom Hanks movie that I didn't like.

Back to the aquarium for the best view in the entire building - a giant open ocean view that was 50 feet high and 200 feet long with 300 pound turtles swimming with 100 pound tuna, which have an odd looking mouth - almost pug nosed.

 Sea lions basking in the sun.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Off to California

I probably will not blog much for a few weeks - spending Christmas with my family in Monterey.

I must say that I have not flown in such small planes since I was a youngster.  The one is San Francisco was small enough but let me tell you that the flight from San Francisco to Monterey was in a tiny two propeller plane that held less than 15 people.  I thought I was in a vibrator chair.  It tickled my butt, then my back and my toes and talk about noisy - I almost put in ear plugs to drown out the noise.  I was greatly surprised when I noticed that we flew over the Pacific Ocean all the way to Monterey.  The plane vibrated so much that the shutters on the windows would not stay open.

I did make it to Monterey without any bumps or bruises.  It is warmer here than in San Francisco and a whole lot warmer than when I left Utah.  It was below freezing there.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Fogged In

Normally, we don't get much fog but here it is. The grass and trees all turn crystal white and glisten. I don't mind it as long as I don't have to drive in it.

Regardless of the fog, we had a wonderful Christmas program in church today with the choir singing Christmas songs, a solo piano of Oh Little Town of Bethlehem; a violin solo of "Gesu Bambino" with a piano accompaniment.  I had to look that last one up, never heard it before.  It is an Italian Christmas song.

Saturday, December 17, 2011


I have been charmed.  I found this gorgeous setting which I have made into earrings.  I have a second piece that I am still trying to decide whether to make it into a brooch or a necklace.  I am not selling this piece - it's mine, all mine.  What do you think?

So what do you think, should it be a brooch or a necklace?

My daughter gave me this beautifully decorated plate during 1990 for Christmas.  I love anything Polish but this happens to be Russian. It has a wonderful legend  written in Russian on the back.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Looking Very Dapper

Hey, Uncle Lou you look very dashing next to your buddy Mazer Tuttle. Was he your brother-in-law?
Dig those socks and boots!

I had one of those nightmarish nights when I could not sleep for the life of me.  Then at 2 AM a very loud bleep startles me and I know from experience that I have to drag my butt out of bed, get a ladder and unhook the smoke alarm from the ceiling. So when I finally get the sucker off the ceiling, I can't open it to install a new battery so off I go to the garage where it will stay until I figure out how to open it again.

Why oh why do they always go off in the middle of the night - never in the daytime?
The worst part is that they continue to cheep into a loud microphone until the battery is removed.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Gift from DUP

I came home with a very colorful handmade pin cushion with a sleeve for small scissors and whatnots. A vibrant pink gadget that attaches to your blouse and scissors so that they are constantly with you for sewing projects. It has a long drawstring that coils back into the pink gadget after you are through using the scissors.
 A felt holder for needles, safety pins ,etc.
Inside of the felt holder.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

DUP Christmas Luncheon

The best party of the year is held every December. A committee cooks and serves their choice of food. Everyone gets a chance to be on the committee every couple of years.  A $5 white elephant gift (some handcrafted gifts were a lovely doily, hand dipped chocolates to die for, a spritely decked apron with trimmings of little black bows on the pockets and black stripes on a pink print and a white shell bracelet with red crystals). Numbers are drawn to choose a package of your delight, but the game begins when someone can steal your gift when they see it but another can also steal it so the 3rd person to take hold of the gift gets to keep it. It is the most delightful way to get a gift.

Had to take a photo of this character who decorated the room. Is he an elf?
The tree in Brookhaven's clubhouse where our party was held was decorated to the hilt.  If you look real close towards the bottom of the tree, there is a gianormous purple Christmas ball.

The fire place was lit.

The white bearded man with his seal skin boots watched our games and songs.
We each played one note on the Tone Bells and sang Jolly Old Saint Nicholas and three more Christmas songs. Because I had the key of "G", I played mine more often.  Laura our music leader pointed to groups of notes and we banged our little hearts out until she moved to the next group of notes.

St. Nicholas himself was present at the festivities.  He heard about how a plum pudding was made in England in a kettle that was cooked over a fire outside (steamed),  Tiny Tim's family waited ever so long for his mum to bring in the plum pudding which was about the size of a speckled cannon ball. They had cider to drink and chestnuts on the fire inside the house.

Why is a plum pudding called that when there is not one drop of a plum in it? Well, as it turns out, in the 17th century a plum was a raisin or other fruits. Just so you know, I had to look that one up.

At the DUP museum in Salt Lake City, they put pioneer photos in small frames and hung them on the Christmas tree.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

White Christmas

I got all caught up in genealogy which left me little time to do much for my blog. My problem is that I love to research and then I spent too much time doing it.  I love my Savior and have been praying a lot lately.  My brother has cancer.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Goofy Things that We Do

I entered a give away on Home Educating Family Publishing.  It ends on December 10 so scurry away to their blog and enter.

I have to say that I did an off the wall and thoroughly unthinking goof off yesterday.  I wrapped a gift for my cousin, labeled a bubble wrap mailer and was getting ready to insert the box into the mailer when I discovered to my utter amazement that the box was too big for the mailer.  Duh! Where did my brain go?

My dad used to say "goofy" often.  It is not a term that I use but just thinking about it reminds me of my dad.  He always had a joke to tell and knew how to cheer miss sour puss. Music was his life; he had his own combo in Chicago.
He was a pretty cute kid too.
Richard, circa 1922
Circa 1922

Lehi HIgh School Singers

It starts off a little off key but the song and movements were definitely fun to hear and watch from our DUP Company Christmas luncheon. It's hard doing a solo but when singing as a group, they were marvelous.

Most of their songs were very good.  It was a delightful luncheon to celebrate our Christmas season.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

A 2nd Leibster Award

Michael Bluble
Thanks to my pal Anne for awarding me a Leibster Award from her blog Marmalade and Catmint.  She has a flair with words and likes Michael Bluble - he must be French Canadian. What do you think?  His music hits a chord in my head - I like it.

Okay, on to business - I nominate the following for the Leibster Award:

1.  Jazzy's Place

2. Through the Key Hole

3. Never too old to learn from your mistakes

4. Miss Piggy Bank

5. Our Victorian Cottage

Rules: Copy and Paste the award on to your blog.

Thank the giver and link back to them.

Reveal your top 5 blog picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blogs.

Hopefully your 5 followers will spread the love to their 5 favourite bloggers and so it goes on.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

DUP Company Christmas

I was late - I had trouble finding the North Hampton House which is an old church that was built in 1900. They converted this old brick church house into a reception center for weddings and parties.
Our camp is called Dry Creek; we are one of the 8 camps that belong to the Utah Lehi Company. Most of the camps were in attendance because they usually have a very scrumptious lunch and this year the Lehi High School Choral group sang Christmas songs for us.
A beautiful fireplace greeted us as we entered the building.
Beautifully decorated, there were several staircases with this beautiful reddish wood (I don't think it is mahogany but it might be cherry wood.
I snuck a peek in what would have been the old chapel with three windows like this one.
Isn't he just adorable - our camp won the door prize full of goodies including a Pioneer Coloring Book. We will have fun at our DUP Camp Christmas party next week.
Apparently, these coloring books can be purchased at the DUP Museum in Salt Lake City. I'll have to check it out.

There were numerous other prizes won but alas, none for me.  I very seldom win anything such is my fate.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

My Buddy

For all you cat lovers out there in our world, that seems to become smaller than it used to be because we can communicate with people on the other side of the globe in a blink of an eye, don't you just love how a cat makes himself or herself comfortable in the most odd places.  This was taken years ago when Babe was a teenager in cat years.  He could jump well over 5 feet or more if he so wished.

He has these baby blue eyes that are enormous for a cat and the markings of a Siamese cat but he is not. He has long silky hair and keeps himself immaculately clean.

He has a very rigid routine and gets his shorts in a bunch if I disturb it.  I worry about him because of his age and I will be gone for 3 weeks. He has become a lap cat and one that always greets me on my bed before I sleep but as soon as I turn out the lights, he jumps down to sleep against the wall.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Palm Pilot

I saw this the other day and got a good chuckle out of it so I thought I would share.

I think that I like my pilots with a little skin showing though. Still working on the Leibster Award - it takes some time. 

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Love is the Most Important

Looking at Elizabeth Taylor, she left behind treasures beyond what most of us can only dream about but did it do her any good now that she is gone.  She cannot take them with her so her jewels and other personal belongings are on the auction block.

A gift from Richard Burton.

A gift from Michael Jackson.

Love is the most important aspect of our lives.  Without it, we have nothing. We came into this world with nothing and leave with nothing but what we have become and the love that we share.

He that loveth not, knoweth not God; for God is love. 1 John 4:8

Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. 1 John 4: 11

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poor Donkey

After we took this picture while in Tijuana, I found out later that these poor animals are left to stand nearly all day long so that tourists like me could take photos. Talk about cruelty to animals!  I had no idea.

Now that I look at the picture, the poor animal was also painted with stripes. How unkind mankind can be!  It is a reminder to me that we need to be kind to animals and mankind.

This was taken on our trip to San Diego back in 1999 just before my daughter left on her mission to Ireland for two years. We had a one day trip to Tijuana and I had wished that I could leave Mexico as fast as the road runner would.  We heard gunshots and it scared us so much that I will never go back there again.

My friend is doing a give-a-way; her blog is Marmalade and Catmint.  This is a link to her blog.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Rummaging Through the Drawers

I was looking for something. Today, I can't even remember what I was looking for. So there I was rummaging through the drawers of my grandmother's antique dark walnut vanity set and what do I see - photos taken in 1999.  I sat down and started looking through them.  Now, I should kick myself because the memory gets a bit foggy especially after eons go by.  I know better - I should have written on the back of the photos in pencil because ink tends to leak through in time. I had not done anything.

I do, however, remember the pink flamingos that we saw in San Diego, California and I saw some more in Vancouver, Canada in 2007 only they were in an enclosed habitat.

Did I find what I was looking for?  No.  I got distracted and looked at photos.

These photos had a disk with had each picture on it so I put one of them in my computer and guess what, it can't read something from 1999.  I was a little ticked off.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Horse Back Riding

Oka in Elba

If you have a hankering to go riding, first you need to dress up in the latest style of riding gear.  A hat to keep the sun out of your face, a snazzy silk western shirt, riding pants that have balloon thighs and boots that come up to the knees. Notice that her pants were tucked inside of the boots.

Actually, this is a picture of my mom before I was born.  She was very stylish and always had a gorgeous smile.
Dick and Oka
I am not sure how my dad felt astride that horse - he was a city slicker from Chicago. Driving on the dirt roads in Idaho especially over a mountain nearly scared him spitless. All that western gear and life was high adventure to a youngster from Illinois.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Because I have Been Given Much

Because I have been given much,
I too must give.
Because of thy great bounty,
Lord each day I live.
I shall divide my gifts from thee
with every brother that I see
who has the need of help from me.
  Lyrics by Grace Noll Crowell (1877–1969)

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Before I was Born

Violet Bennett, circa 1909
Violet Bennett - my great Aunt's daughter.  She was a pretty little girl with golden ringlets hanging close to her face. Don't you just love her winter coat with a muff, leggings and a horn of plenty hat!

She married and had one son and two daughters but she was taken home to her Heavenly Father in the prime of her life at age 40. It makes me wonder why some people are taken early in this life and whiles others defy all logic and live beyond the age of man.
I love baby photos. They are a delight in any generation. Back in the early 1900s, boy babies wore dresses just like the girls did.

Thus, we see Henry T. Eames in 1917 hanging onto his baby buggy. Too bad, he closed his eyes.  He lived to a ripe old age of 86.

Frankly, for myself, I don't want to live that long but I do have longevity in my family lines and it would be just my luck to live past 80.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. I am blessed to have memorabilia from my grandparents and great aunt including these wonderful black and white photos - some are a real hoot.  The tall guy on the left is one of the Jones boys - not sure which one and the fellow on the right is my great Uncle, Joe Edwards - both home grown boys from Almo.

Joe and two of his sisters were out in the hills east of Almo rounding up stray cattle when a storm came up. It had been a beautiful sunny day for a ride on our horses but when the sky clouded up, you could see a storm moving in from the west.  Joe said we had better head home and leave the cattle.  It began to rain before we got home and by the time we made it, we were drenched.  Lightening and thunder were all around and they could hear the telephone wires singing as the crackling of electricity in the air. They had just hung on and let the horses find their way home.

The next day the men folk went to bring the stray cattle in and when they got there, five of the cattle were found dead along side the road. They had been killed by lightening. Clarissa said, "we thanked our lucky stars for getting home alive that day."

Monday, November 21, 2011

Phone Call Mystery

My phone rang and I saw it was my daughter so I said hello but no answer. I could hear people talking in the back ground so I said hello again. Nothing.  Then I thought maybe it was my 5-year-old granddaughter who called me once accidentally so I said Rachael? Nothing.  Then I heard a joyous noise from my 11-month-old granddaughter and I knew I had another accidental call but then my daughter heard my voice after the baby pushed speaker and realized that yes, the baby unlocked the phone, pushed a number and rang me and then pushed speaker phone. So when my daughter picked up the phone I was saying hi to granddaughter two.

She was very upset when mom took the phone away.  After all, grandma was speaking to her.

My daughter found a boat last week that had her name on it - not just her first name but both her first and middle name - what are the odds?

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Aunt Julia

Tory Campbell and Julia Eames
Julia the School Marm
Julia wrote: In 1910 I married my childhood sweetheart Fred even though his parents objected to our wedding because we had both trained to be teachers and they thought that a wife should not work.

Fred & Julia

It was the fall of 1918, when the war was in Germany and Japan.  The flu was so bad in this country right after the war.  Of course, no one expected me to give birth to my baby, as I was only seven months and wasn’t expecting to deliver until the last of December. The hospitals were full.  You couldn’t get in for anything but the flu.  But by Wednesday the doctor knew I was in labor, so our friend, Nellie, came with the doctor and they delivered a little boy, so tiny, only four pounds.  The old doctor was very ill; he was shivering in the kitchen by the stove.  I screamed, the pain was so dreadful.  I said, “The baby is coming.  Someone come quick!”  Nellie ran to the bed and she could see a little foot.  She had the doctor there and sure enough there was another baby.  It took them quite some time to get this baby.  If he hadn’t been so small, I am sure he would not have lived.  He only weighed three pounds.  There were my twin boys, so tiny you could hardly believe that they were alive, or that I could keep them that way.  I got right out of bed and put a pillow on a common breakfast chair, then a blanket.  Nellie laid them both on the chair and covered them.  I had no clothes to put on even one baby, but never expecting two, I was quite mystified.

My sister-in-law came right over and brought outing flannel in squares.  She diapered and wrapped each one baby comfortably.  The doctor put boiled water in two bottles and they were fed.  Those boys were determined to live in spite of my ignorance, for goodness knows I didn’t know the rules of raising such tiny premature infants.  I could never have done it without Clarissa and Nellie.  They were as interested as if the babies were theirs. Our first baby David was stronger.  In two days, he started nursing.  But if my mother hadn’t come, we might have lost the smaller one.  She milked me with a breast pump and fed little Ned with an eyedropper for three days before he had the urge to nurse.  He was so very tiny.  We prayed constantly that we should be allowed to save these babies, and somehow, God seemed to listen and help us in every way.  Now they are fine men, and each served his country in the Second World War.  Each has sons that we pray may never be called to serve in any war.  These boys were born on October 9, 1918. They surely brought peace into the world. On November 11, 1918 there was peace.  

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Pioneer Music

Last week I got all gussied up and drove over to the meeting house for our Daughters of the Utah Pioneers meeting and no one was there.  Someone put the wrong date on the schedule and I changed my phone so I didn't get a reminder call. Now what do I do?

Oh well, today I got all gussied up again and found friendship, a hearty lunch and learned about the pioneers.

Wagon and Spinning Wheel Decorations
We had a bit of candy left from Halloween. A cute little pioneer wagon adorned the table.

Artifacts shown were a button hole hook for shoes with an ivory handle. I bet that it cost a pretty penny or two.

The yellowish plastic tatting shuttle was sent around the room.  I saw a shop on Etsy from Anna in Poland who is tatting earrings - very clever.   Koroneczka at Etsy - check her out. She does tatted Christmas ornaments too.

Tatting Shuttle

This crocheted bedspread was made about 1940 by a member's grandmother.

We sang an old Irish song, "The Lily of the West".  There is a current version of this 100-year-old song by the Chieftains at The Lily of the West and I must say that it is a better rendition than a bunch of old campers singing it.  The pioneers brought this song along with them and probably used a flute or violin - portable musical instruments were all they could bring.
William Grant (1838 - 1916)

William Grant was paid to sing in his grandfather's pub in England when he was a small boy. He was an extremely small man and was affectionally, called "stubby". Not only could he sing well but he also learned to play the coronet. While at Ellis Island, he played his coronet for the masses. Becoming famous for his music, he was enticed to move to American Fork, Utah where he started a brass band and Grant's Emporium. Later, he was arrested and thrown in jail with the other polygamists. While there, he started a jail band. He had two wives and 31 children.

Children came into his Emporium and traded an egg for candy.  There was a divot line the length of the counter so that when an egg was placed on it, the egg would not fall off. One young boy came in and his egg fell off splattering everywhere onto the floor. William gave the boy candy anyway because the boy was honest.  He knew he was honest because it was not a hard boiled egg (a lunch for many children).

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