Now that Hallow-een is near, also known as Samhain, us Pagans believe that the spirits on the other side can communicate with us, as the veil between the worlds is thinner now. And I'm ready to send my love to these spirits that offer nothing but good to my life. The others can just take their hate and find it's only reflected back to them.
Monday, October 26, 2020
Sunday, October 25, 2020
At the holy time when ancestors' spirits may contact the living, Hallow-een, I have upon my little altar placed images of the ones who have gone before, and will be asking them for specific help at this time...a pandemic and election and full-moon Halloween.
For political stability to be realized through this election, I will bring my Great Aunt Margaret, who was a early voter when women first acquired the vote. She taught high school math, and I thought the world of her.
Of course my grandmother, Mozelle will be invited, as she represents so well how a single woman raised a child without a man to support her, (after her two husbands had died within a few years of their marriages in successioin) Her family and good friends continued to help her when our government didn't have any of the programs that it has today to help single working mothers. Her death from breast cancer at the same time I graduated from high school, reminds me of how many women still suffer from the pain of that disease today.
Saturday, October 24, 2020
But there's still a feeling of loss when I return to conscious daily life.
Before I woke this morning I dreamed I was having coffee with my own mother, who's been gone about 20 years. We chatted as if we were really sitting at a table, no drama, no messages from on high. I asked how Dad was doing, what was he up to these days. "Oh, he's puttering around in his workshop." We talked about things like I do with my friends, what books have you read? We had always avoided the subject of any medical things since she was a Christian Scientist. But there were pets, TV shows, and plants...and the grandchildren. Then she was gone. And I woke up and thought, she'd just gone back in the next room.
There was such comfort knowing she was there, loving me still in her own way, which was pretty difficult between us often. I look in the mirror at this old woman and wonder that my own mother recognized me the last time I visited her, years before she died. My own old woman face looks to see if there's any of my sister in there too. Perhaps.
I have spent many hours working on ancestry stories here at the computer. Honoring those who's DNA flows through me, and now another person who shares it has gone into that other room.
We love those we share blood and bones with. We try to understand them.
Saturday, October 17, 2020
My father was born in Galveston TX, and his parents had lived there most of their lives. My grandmother's parents had met and married there, and she had several cousins and aunts and uncles there as well. I think my grandfather moved there when a child. But they married there in 1905.
The 1900 census gives my grandmother being listed in her parents home, as well as her Uncle and Aunt Sweet's. Her parents lived at 1509 Avenue I.
Her Uncle Chauncey Sweet and "Auntie" Ada Pulsifer Phillips Sweet lived at 1709 Winnie St., where Ada at 14 and her younger sister at 12 were also listed for that Census of 1900.
The Chauncey Sweeets lived at 1201 Avenue J in 1910, but by 1920 were on Ave. I (according to the census records.) Perhaps my grandmother (who I think gave the caption for this house's photo above) got the street confused. But it is a beautiful house, probably on a corner with that wrap around porch.
My grandfather, George Rogers Sr. and his sister Annie, lived with their mother, Betty Rogers (widow) at 1828 Church St. with a boarder and a female servant in 1900.
Ada Swasey married George Rogers in 1905 at her parents' home, on Avenue I. Her parents left Galveston and moved to Houston in 1907.
In 1910 the young Rogers family, George, Ada and sons Elmore and Alexander, were living at 1217 Avenue J. They were in their own household. In 1916 their oldest son, Elmore accidentally drowned. They had a daughter born in the same month just before he died. She unfortunately also died before her 3rd birthday. Sons Chauncey Rogers (1912) and George Rogers Jr (1914, my father) were born in Galveston, but I don't know the address of their home yet.
By 1920 the George Rogers family had moved to Fort Worth Texas, where their last son, James was born in 1922. The census for that year was so poorly written the family was transcribed as Ragus, with Alexander getting a very strange name, and Chauncey even is considered a daughter, but at least George at 5 (my father) is legible.
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Giles Rogers (Giles Fitz Roger) married Lucy and/or Rachael Eastham in England. They had their first 3 children there, and John was born on the way to Virginia, where their last 2 children were born.
- Giles (1673–1760)
- Lucy (1675–1760)
- Peter Iverson (1677–1724)
- John (1680–1762)
- Rachael (1683–1715)
- Mary Ann (1687–1742)
So since many of the referrals on my ancestry tree go to other people's trees which have linked to the Byrds, I don't have as much information about the early Rogers as I would hope. Not to mention the above mentioned problem of so many records having burned at one time or another.
came to Virginia in 1670 with his own ships. His motto on his coat of arms was “Act Justly and Fear Not.” He patented 400 acres in New Kent County, April 18, 1670. He had brought 8 persons with him. He returned to England and married Rachael Eastham in 1672. In 1680 he returned to Virginia with his wife and his first three children (Giles Jr., Lucy, and Peter) and servants and materials for building. John, Rachael and Mary Anne were born in America.
Another source says:
I will try to find some information on these 6 children of Giles Rogers (aka Fitz Roger). I am most interested in the son from whom I descended, namely John and Mary Molly (not a Byrd) Rogers.
There are about 10 other people listed in various Ancestry trees who are supposedly children of Giles Sr. I am afraid a lot of people believe they are descended from him, and probably are not.
I'll give you what information I've found that seems to be fact to the best of my knowledge.
Sunday, October 11, 2020
I finished the Ornish Cardiac Rehab (9 weeks) on Sept. 24, 2020. While the pandemic continues, we all wore masks except to eat the nice vegetarian lunches. I increased my abilities to walk and climb hills, and lost some weight. But the Ornish program talks about not jut recovering from heart disease, but reversing it.
So I learned not only to eat vegetarian and low fat dishes, but to prepare them, because my usual places to get food out weren't making these kinds of things. And I had to keep track of everything I ate. And I also took active part in a group counseling session, and a meditation/stress reduction session twice a week. I also did these at home on the days I didn't go to the rehab program.
My cholesterol number was halved. And I started losing weight. Not to mention, I don't get out of breath just doing simple tasks any more.
And just finishing that program, I turned a corner and addressed my chronic lung difficulties. So now I'm in pulmonary rehab. It's more focused on endurance. We started with a test to see how far we could walk in 6 minutes. I dare say when I complete the program I'll have that test again. We also do some weight training, as well as recumbent stepping. I am up to 20 minutes on each of the walk and recumbents. So my walk is now over a half mile (0.7 last Friday.)
I have eaten a few things not on the Ornish diet. But each time I make sure to go back onto it strictly the next day. I'll be meeting my cohort friends this Tuesday to see how everyone has been doing in the 2 1/2 weeks since I last saw them.
And I'll finish the 8 weeks of pulmonary rehab in a few more weeks. Before then, I'll see my pulmonologist and have a breathing test this week also. So I hope the fact that my coughing has greatly reduced will show up as better health in my lungs. Fingers crossed.
Anyway, as I write this I'm doing a breathing treatment with a nebulizer. I haven't changed my treatments, nor did I stop any of the cardiac medications that I was put on following my May heart attack with a stent inserted on my heart. My cardiologist did see me already, and says I've increased my heart volume from 30% to 50%, which is low normal. (A heart doesn't pump out all the blood that's in it at one time. 60% is normal.)
Anyway, I've decided to spend some time focused on my ancestry again. So I'll start soon, and be submitting some new compilations here again. I'll start with my Rogers/Swasey ancestors of my father, George Rogers Jr.
Monday, May 25, 2020
So I'm now slowly recovering. And not doing much else.
I'm thinking of those ancestors who still want their stories told...so I'll be back.