Good Day "37"

Hi Cathy,

Glad the storm is gone,,and you hit the nail on the head on the comment for vibrance and relevance !!

And a good night to all.

good monring Catherine...my next part of my chapter this year of my book will be about the "Catherine's" in history..and imprortant contribution to society through all the ages. My middle name also. I don't hink that was an mistake either from what I am being guidedto in knowledge..there was an reason for it...eps in reguard to my great Aunt Katherine. 

Thank you Ron for the link..your good at helping me sometimes and sometimes better then myself..smiles*  I hope you people "win" at this as I say the new frontiers where they people could go for help is but the realm of outter space these days...I think we should have more space stations out there to solve these kinds of problems...of needing to move onto somewhere else.  I was told one time that the "solar flares" has been  God's recongition and answer to start" life" on other planets.... to help mankind here on earth...for that very reason of not enough room...though hope we don't get "toasted" in the process by an Solar Flare directed here.

Do you know what the name of "nigel" means?...it will be in my book and it's an very necessary link with our "creator God" also. The Latin term changed it to meaning "black"..but it goes further back to creation of the cosmos...in being the "void" of light...and where it exists it ushers in "the light of God"...as an new beginning. The Mayans as I told you last week called it one's "companion" soul and at times the one that helps to bring "balance" to the whole. Francedeals quite a bit with an "Black Madonna" in thier history...or in this case the Madonna is an old term for the word of "mother Goddess"aspect.... the "Blanche""...family comes from France and was an ancestor to my Read family..but that's another story. Many cults pay homeage to the "Black Madonna" in an re-birth ritual of some kind, and always have throughout history. But probably the most interesting reading is Lord Alfred Tennyson's (?) poem of "Lockesley Hall...an prophectic poem at that also. 

I , to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorioous gains, Like an beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains!

Mated with an squaild savage...what to me were sun and clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time---

(then it goes on later on with).....Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: better fifty years of Europe then an cycle of Cathay.

I take it in the last he's talking about computer era, and how it starts out as entertainment for our kids..and this last line relates to the "Light" of destruction said to been India's past in an world history era perviously...of somekind of nucular detonation.  They can over there still pick up radiation levels from it.  Of course the "squalid savage" would be this so called "nigel" dark soul of balancing in one's life. While the beast speaks of sexual awareness, over that of intellect.. and the abilty of it in the world to persue freely in society....though chasty and morals were until then, paramount to mankind's evolving....and our light was that of  purity.

James....ths time last year...I went to Richard Chord's passing...and cried...why..because they showed an picture of him with his dog

opening the door to his cage as Richard was going inside..like the

roll models of animal and mankind were reversed...and I well know that in life..mankind has done that to my hubby's family in the sense

of being part Native American. It was then that hubby's old boss came up to me, wrinkled face and eyes, he looked like he'd been

trhough it all over the years...but he did something to me that I've never know "Pete" to do...he took my hands...and he put them in-between his...and he looked me in the eye and said softly...Shirley

how are you?...as if he had me in his protection then...that was later followed by his son...grown up now...about 6 foot 7 or so...saying, you remember me...to which I replied...that only comes from an little kid I use to know...and he smiled and he said..I'm Ross McGill. He all but stood in front of me then also..in an " protective" way. As I once did for him as an "kid" when he was an bit lost at the time in his life due to his parents divorcing..feeling very "alone" in life.. Pete lost most of what he had due to that divorce...he lost the nursery also...and with it my hubby his job, they both working had built it up from days of an simple operation to one of two business locations and side lined oout into differnent aspects of the work in general..such as the plant " cloning lab" affiliation...and it was not easy taking an $50,000 cut in wages back then and it still isn't in ways. We barely made it through this ordeal and of course,my heart problems kind of cultimated from it all.   Richard Chord was always there helping us, or we'd probably lost everything back then..I would find out later on..that Pete was also coming from an father lineage that was Native American tied also...though as far as I know his father was Scottish...Pete was adopted as an child. John Homland became the " boss" to both Richard and my hubby...Richard died of Prostate Cancer...to quickly it spread into the rest of his body to really save his life...he knew in to short of an time to really do anything about it.  If you only knew the times we met Dick and Barb up at the nursery in the middle of the night...saving the trees from freezing in the warehouse by starting up smudge pots in the blizzards..which likewise saved the business in general back in those days. Dick's son's went on to own their own nursery in Washington state, but dick beign the main saleman for the nursery most likley

knew everyone on the east coast in Nursery's we did business with

as out here. He should of been called "Richard the good-hearted" I

think. Well, " water under the bridge" this morning people. Time moves on. The Scottish McGilvery family married into the famous Native American family named Winn in the Carolina area...he was later killed(possibly murdered as the world went out about him)...but this one was also "blackmailing" George Washington when he was an army Colonel...asking fof gifts for the NA"s.... in playing favors with Washington over his allying with either the Brtiish or the French during the Rev. War era.....rather then Washington. Not the story exactly I know of how Washington tried to help the NA's later on either exactly in my other chapters of this book I'm writing. I will be getting to Susan Lawson Gist here pretty soon...her connection with John Lawson and John Watts..Cherokee chief...when they were in Augusta County, Va together working for Washington and setting up Forts after the French and Indian War and before the Rev. War era. 

James...George Huston plays an big part in this thing with the Native Americans in this area also. He will be coming back in the subject of Gold and the Trail of Tears with them.

I was looking at the Anwick Castle last night...and remembering an old friend and associate geneologist..whom asked me to join the Percy family and be part of thier association. She sent me the papers to do that...and said she was well acquainted with our Reed/Read family and had been for an long time now...as her hubby is also an part of thier lineage...as well as part of the Washington family. Templar Knights, born in Jerusalem...and Masonic Members..and also mentioned with King Authur and the Holy Grail story....I go for now. Time for me reminds me of Elvis Presley' song "Memories" any more..making me feel "Old" at times. Have an good day everyone.!

Phew... lol You can't half write Shirley!

But do keep them coming, really interesting reading, just don't know where it all comes from.

Elivis Presley.....

Memories, presesd between the pages of my mind....Memories, Sweetened though the ages just like wine

Wuiet thought come floating down and settle softly to the ground Like golden Autumn leaves around my feet...

I touched them and they burst apart..with Sweet memories

Sweet Memories....

Of holding hands and red bouquets ..and twlight trimmed in purple haze....And laughing eyes and simple ways and quiet nights and gentle days..with you..

Memories..... pressed between the pages of my mind...Memories Sweetened through the ages just like wine...

Memories...Memories...Sweet Memories.

My Valenine's gift ot you guys....smiles*

there are only two fellas left of the older generation of hubby's family....his brother Tom and my hubby. Tom had open heart surgery last year and is on oxygen now...he had at last we heard an week of rest before he under goes having some veins removed from his legs so he can breathe better...along with some other surgery needed done..he is already missing half an arm and an finger from an electrical accident at work...much like his father before him..that cost him his life with Cancer later on. Say an prayer for Tom everyone.

I last remember him when he was out here and was laughing at me, when I mentioned is "Pickles from New Hampshire" ready to roll ?...Tom said with an chuckle what's that?...hubby said...Aw, she names her car by the liscence platte... so she can remember the number..in this case it starts with PNH...and her car is the little Datsun sitting over there...and pointed to it. He thought that was funny. Long time ago.  I was hoping we could of made it back before now....hated to see his sister Ruby pass on recently..Karen also. My newest car has the call number of "Zippers" on it's liscence platte...(Zps).... I think it is now.

Boy someones sure playing havoc with my spelling...and messing it up....word should be... Quiet thoughts come floating down..(.kind of ruins things for me trying to get things posted).

OK.....on elast post for today...I read the link about Richard's bones beign DNA'd....good job! I just knew that would come to light because they have hidden the Boswell name associated with my mother's Larkin family back in Illinois for one thing...and is it not that one thing leads to another when your an historican...

Richard III sustained several losses at the Battle of Bosowrth in 1485. First he dropped his crown, which was picked up by the Earl of Richmond who that evening beecame Henry VII...then his cook mislaid the receipe for his favorite biscuits (known ever since as Bosworth Jumbles) and later in the day Richard even lost his life.

.....Bosworth Jumbles........

6 ounces of butter....1/14 ounces of sugar...2 eggs and 2 1/4 cup of flour.....Preheat oven to 350 degrees....Cream together the butterand sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in eggs. sift the flour and add to the mixture...Shape the dough into small S shapes and place them on an well-greased baking tray. Bake for 25 minutes or until they are golden brown.  Makes 12 to 15   (From Great British Cooking...A well Kept Secret by Jane Garney..1981/Random House(New York)