Saturday, March 20, 2010

Happy Birthday Aunt Joan

Born:  20 March 1944, Detroit, Wayne, MI

Parents:  James Faleris and Helen Marjorie Baker (Faleris)

The photo is a picture of Aunt Joan with her father at their home in Detroit MI, in 1944


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Generations Connection.... "Tracing Your Family Through Boy Scouts"

For the past three years, I have been hard at work locating those ancestors that had been here before me and left their mark on the world.  However, some of the information about them is a little sketchie and while only general information about birth, death, marriage and possibly where they lived (only known through census records) can be located; it is the little things in their lives that I am more interested it. 
What did they do?  What where their likes/dislikes?  How did they meet their "sweetheart"?  Did they play sports?  What made them who they were? 

My son Dustin, is in the Boy Scouts and recently while helping in with some projects discovered a wonderful new "TOOL", for those of us searching for our ancestors and collecting stories from those who still bless our presents.

Being a part of Boy Scouts is an experience of a life time.  Being able to preserve the legacy and history of each Scout is a treasure for the future generations.  Being able to document your scouting family history is something to be proud of. 

Get our kids involved and let's teach them that their "OWN" history is something to be proud of.  Get them involved by researching their "Scouting Lineage".  Help them find out what generation scout they might be.  Find out if any Aunts, Uncles, Grandfathers or even cousins were in the scouts and what rank or position they served.  Try and find out if they earned any special medals or awards.  Make sure they properly document the information for future generations and teach them to document their own information as well.


Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Old, unused, useless, dust collector...
Gone, the days of grandma in the kitchen,
Cooking from sun up, till sun down;
Gone are the sounds of Papa calling for dinner;
Gone are the days of that sweet smell coming from her kitchen....

Once upon a time, this ordinary looking gadget, had it's place in my great-grandma's kitchen.
Grandma would grind her meat for whatever dish she happened to be preparing,
"A dash of this, a pinch of that", she would tell me as she taught me the basics of cooking.
Every word she spoke, every pinch of salt, every dash of nutmeg did I burn into my memory.
Gone are the days of "Red Beans" (Pinto Beans for the city folk), cooking, with me hoovering over the pot.

But the memories of my great-grandmother in the kitchen have never left my thoughts.
Grandma Evans, was the best cook I know.  There wasn't anything she couldn't make....
...well maybe just one thing, (Meat Loaf).  But everything else always came out just right.

I'm sure the angels in heaven are eatting in style tonight,
because grandma is cooking them up a feast, fit for the king.
So unbutton your wings, loosen that halo, cuz grandma's
got chocolate cake for desert.

As a little girl, my best memories of my great-grandmother are of her in the kitchen.  Not a day went by that she didn't make a meal truly fit for a king.  No matter how many people showed up unexpected, no matter what she had on for dinner, she always managed to have plenty.

This meat grinder belonged to:
Alma Elizabeth Clark-Evans
26 Dec 1903 - 8 Sept 1978
Thanks for all the memories...