I think it is important to acknowledge the badness of 2010 fully, because I will appreciate each good thing next year so much more! I will look back at this list and realize how much worse it could be (I hope). I also acknowledge the Good parts, which were so good!
This horrid year:
- I had nearly 7 months of continuous tonsil pain and exhausted the medicines I could take, got eaten alive by gnats and got an abscess in my throat
- a caretaker who was supposed to be kindly driving my grandpa around stole his credit cards and checks (and used them)
- My Great Grandmother (and Best Friend) had a heart attack, had her lung punctured by an incompetent Dr, was denied food by mean nurses/Dr's, and then died
- two days before my Great Grandma died, my mom's dear family friend Susan was found dead in her home. She was only in her early 60s and it was a great shock, she'd been a part of our extended family for as long as I can remember!
- my only Grandfather died a month later, suddenly after a bout of pneumonia, and the jerk nurses handled it terribly (Sutter lacks bedside manner completely!)
- My mom got laid off and has not had work for almost a year
- My brother got laid off because his stupid boss was a jerk, and now he has to work two jobs non-stop
- at grad school I found that I am the oldest, fattest, and slowest... and that I'm once again the target of bullying and exclusion from cliques that I thought I'd left behind me in the 8th Grade!
- My parents house got broken into and the thieves stole her car, her jewelry from her wedding, her inventory for her new beading business, our Christmas presents AND they kicked our old crippled dog!
- my father got into a car crash on his way to pick me up from the airport
I know there are many other crappy things that happened this year too, but I can't remember or list them all... which is probably a good thing.
Good things that happened this year are:
- I had a GREAT job with a company that I love working for: Good bosses who gave me time off when I needed it, paid me well, treated me well, and I even had BENEFITS for the first time!
- I got to spend my birthday in Las Vegas with two of my besties, and we partied till 4 am! which I'm not sure we can ever do again... we are getting old~
- I got in to Grad school, with Stephie Sue there to help me celebrate!
- I got to see Monument Valley in the snow and fog, and in the summer with a double rainbow!
- I got to be with my Great Grandma her last week, and got to tell her I love her before she died
- I had many great trips home and elsewhere, and spent lots of time with my family, parties, dancing, etc.
- I found a cute little apartment to live in
- I made a couple of really great friends in Grad school and survived my first semester
- I GOT MY TONSILS OUT
There are lots of things to be thankful for, and I can't wait till all the exciting stuff next year that I just KNOW will be good!
Monday, December 27, 2010
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite Holidays (certainly my favorite of THE holidays).
While this has been a tough year for me and mine considering all that has happened, I have much to be thankful for. I am thankful mostly for the true friendship and love that has been shown to me this year.
When times are tough generosity means more than ever. Many friends have shared a couch, laundry machines, meals, and most importantly an ear.
I was fortunate enough to spend the holiday weekend with some of my family and relax for a few days, though the holidays are ramping up and will be the toughest one yet, as cheesy as it sounds, we have each other.
The most important thing I learned from Great Grandma was to keep a sense of humor, and as I head into this rocky papersthenfinalsthenpackforthemovethenchristmas, I remember that this time will provide lots of opportunities to laugh.
While this has been a tough year for me and mine considering all that has happened, I have much to be thankful for. I am thankful mostly for the true friendship and love that has been shown to me this year.
When times are tough generosity means more than ever. Many friends have shared a couch, laundry machines, meals, and most importantly an ear.
I was fortunate enough to spend the holiday weekend with some of my family and relax for a few days, though the holidays are ramping up and will be the toughest one yet, as cheesy as it sounds, we have each other.
The most important thing I learned from Great Grandma was to keep a sense of humor, and as I head into this rocky papersthenfinalsthenpackforthemovethenchristmas, I remember that this time will provide lots of opportunities to laugh.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Bison Butchering
For my "lithic analysis" class, I was required to butcher a bison. I was hesitant from the start. I grew up in a 'hunting' household where Dad would bring home various dead things and mom, brother, and I would end up plucking and cooking said dead things. I guess, for me, it lost its luster when I was 5.
As my classmates cheered and boasted of their enthusiasm to get bloody I sat resigned, thinking of the poor beast that would be slaughtered just so we could "prove ourselves" as "real" archaeologists by doing something that would never need to be done in the field of archaeology. The luster diminishes even more at this point.
I then got to make my own tools (the coolest part, I think). I had 15 minutes to create a tool out of a hunk of obsidian. Having never flintknapped before I think I did a pretty good job.
The day of the butchering: we drive up an the bison's head is laying a few meters from the body, eyes all cloudy. There is blood all over the grass. I take one look at the body and decide, no thank you. I've been tortured enough in grad school already. Thankyouverymuch. As if an entire childhood of hunting shows and waking up to elk calls instead of Saturday morning cartoons wasn't enough, I'm now being asked to dismember an animal whom I may get to eat at some undisclosed date.
Not only this, but the attitudes around me are appalling. I'm glad that some people were enthusiastic. Less for me to have to do. But not having enthusiasm for something you are being required to be present for that you would never have chosen to have done in the first place is perfectly rational. I didn't want to do it. It's gross. It smelled bad. and I didn't chose this.
The appalling attitudes of which I speak are this: rude comments. "You are an archaeologist, you should be excited about this". No actually, I am excited about archaeology. I am not a Great plains or paleoindian archaeologist either. I do not like hunting, or butchering.
Don't get me wrong though, I love hunters, and I wholeheartedly believe in hunter's rights and the culture that goes along with killing and processing their own food. There is incredible value in knowing where your food comes from. And more power to the person who can be involved. I admire those folks. But they are not me. and I am no butcher or hunter. If I was told I could eat nothing that I did not kill or collect I reckon I would be eating lots of grains and small game like rabbits or maybe something as large as a turkey. (I've done birds before)
But really, I practically throw up when putting ground beef in my pan when it comes from the store. I don't like the smell of raw meat, I don't like the look of raw meat. My mother the RN scared the crap out of me about germs in food. Why the hell, does being an archaeologist mean that I MUST be excited about this?
It reminds me of grade school, when all the mean and competitive girls said that I HAD to love sports. No I don't. I hate them.
Then after having to peel the cold, clumpy fat out of the bison meat with my pretty handy hunk of obsidian, The final de-lustering blow came. "Where are you from anyway?" "California" "Oh no WONDER you can't butcher". Expletives deleted. I threw down my tools and spent the rest of the day by the fire.
I'm so sick and tired of being persecuted in Utah for my Californian heritage. I REFUSE to apologize for things that I am neither ashamed of, nor at fault for. Yes, I know that I am blonde, but I AM Native Californian, no matter how little a percentage (and by the way my white relatives are Californian too). My family comes from there and let me tell you, my people have been butchering things in CA for many generations. I am just the squeamish one... and frankly, I'm ok with that.
I think it is preposterous that I am expected to be ashamed of who I am and where I come from. Utter bullshit.
As my classmates cheered and boasted of their enthusiasm to get bloody I sat resigned, thinking of the poor beast that would be slaughtered just so we could "prove ourselves" as "real" archaeologists by doing something that would never need to be done in the field of archaeology. The luster diminishes even more at this point.
I then got to make my own tools (the coolest part, I think). I had 15 minutes to create a tool out of a hunk of obsidian. Having never flintknapped before I think I did a pretty good job.
The day of the butchering: we drive up an the bison's head is laying a few meters from the body, eyes all cloudy. There is blood all over the grass. I take one look at the body and decide, no thank you. I've been tortured enough in grad school already. Thankyouverymuch. As if an entire childhood of hunting shows and waking up to elk calls instead of Saturday morning cartoons wasn't enough, I'm now being asked to dismember an animal whom I may get to eat at some undisclosed date.
Not only this, but the attitudes around me are appalling. I'm glad that some people were enthusiastic. Less for me to have to do. But not having enthusiasm for something you are being required to be present for that you would never have chosen to have done in the first place is perfectly rational. I didn't want to do it. It's gross. It smelled bad. and I didn't chose this.
The appalling attitudes of which I speak are this: rude comments. "You are an archaeologist, you should be excited about this". No actually, I am excited about archaeology. I am not a Great plains or paleoindian archaeologist either. I do not like hunting, or butchering.
Don't get me wrong though, I love hunters, and I wholeheartedly believe in hunter's rights and the culture that goes along with killing and processing their own food. There is incredible value in knowing where your food comes from. And more power to the person who can be involved. I admire those folks. But they are not me. and I am no butcher or hunter. If I was told I could eat nothing that I did not kill or collect I reckon I would be eating lots of grains and small game like rabbits or maybe something as large as a turkey. (I've done birds before)
But really, I practically throw up when putting ground beef in my pan when it comes from the store. I don't like the smell of raw meat, I don't like the look of raw meat. My mother the RN scared the crap out of me about germs in food. Why the hell, does being an archaeologist mean that I MUST be excited about this?
It reminds me of grade school, when all the mean and competitive girls said that I HAD to love sports. No I don't. I hate them.
Then after having to peel the cold, clumpy fat out of the bison meat with my pretty handy hunk of obsidian, The final de-lustering blow came. "Where are you from anyway?" "California" "Oh no WONDER you can't butcher". Expletives deleted. I threw down my tools and spent the rest of the day by the fire.
I'm so sick and tired of being persecuted in Utah for my Californian heritage. I REFUSE to apologize for things that I am neither ashamed of, nor at fault for. Yes, I know that I am blonde, but I AM Native Californian, no matter how little a percentage (and by the way my white relatives are Californian too). My family comes from there and let me tell you, my people have been butchering things in CA for many generations. I am just the squeamish one... and frankly, I'm ok with that.
I think it is preposterous that I am expected to be ashamed of who I am and where I come from. Utter bullshit.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
conferences!
Finally an update that is actually going to be about archaeology! Conferences are the best thing you can do in any industry to keep yourself psyched, examine job (or thesis) prospects, hang out with colleagues, coworkers, classmates, meet new folks and get a good idea of the research that is going on in your field. In the last couple of months I have attended the Utah Museums Association Conference and the Great Basin Anthropological Conference.
The Utah Museums Association Conference was my first museum conference. It was extremely interesting and enlightening. Firstly, it was a chance to mingle with professionals that didn't necessarily have an archaeological bias. I learned what an intense love of preservation they have and how the economic downturn, which they called 'the new normal', had affected the industry. I was inspired by the solidarity with one another they showed. They are clearly dedicated to making it all work and helping each other through it. My professor: Dr. Bonnie Pitblado discussed an innovative distance learning program that she has designed for museum professionals and students. There are broadcast courses that will be from my campus but including other students all over the country.
The Great Basin Anthropological Conference! This was my 3rd one. It was so nice to see my old friends (from work, school, internships! everyone was there!) The first night I drove down to have Navajo tacos with my friends from my forest service seasons! I also got brave and participated in the Kareoke BBQ the next night! I sang Miranda Lambert's 'gunpowder and lead' and 'famous in a small town'. I was nervous as heck, but it was really fun. I am told I was not the worst singer there, so that was a small ego boost!
The presentations were fantastic. For an archaeologist who loves the Fremont, I was extra lucky this year because almost 1/2 of the presentations were right up my ally! The other presentations were awesome too.
I saw an amazing symposium called "skeletons are people too" that was about bioarchaeology (a subject I am considering pursuing in my 'thesis') There were talks about the dietary deficiencies of ancient Americans, collections that may demonstrate cannibalism, an analysis of a baby burial, an example of extreme projection and misinterpretation thanks to NatGeo, and a heartbreaking exposure of a massacre that happened in the historic period near Nephi Utah. This may sound morbid, but the discussant Dr. Patricia Lambert (another professor at my school) said it perfectly when she explained that telling the untold stories of the dead is a noble cause despite antiquity.
I saw another session on high altitude villages that included some of my classmates and professors. It was quite interesting to see the environment utilized in these high altitude situations and how they appear to be much more common than previously thought.
The last day of the conference was particularly awesome because some of the most accomplished archaeologists discussed several issues that swirl around the world of Great basin Anthropology. Dr. Don Fowler concluded the session from the crowd when he announced "nobody does it to you like your own" before standing up and walking out before it looked like the speakers were finished. it was mildly hilarious.
I got a lot of time to network, discuss research, oggle books I can't afford, visit with friends and party a little. I am extremely grateful for all my archaeology mentors and friends, everyone was willing to help me with projects, offer me jobs, get me free banquet tickets, etc. I am blessed.
The Utah Museums Association Conference was my first museum conference. It was extremely interesting and enlightening. Firstly, it was a chance to mingle with professionals that didn't necessarily have an archaeological bias. I learned what an intense love of preservation they have and how the economic downturn, which they called 'the new normal', had affected the industry. I was inspired by the solidarity with one another they showed. They are clearly dedicated to making it all work and helping each other through it. My professor: Dr. Bonnie Pitblado discussed an innovative distance learning program that she has designed for museum professionals and students. There are broadcast courses that will be from my campus but including other students all over the country.
The Great Basin Anthropological Conference! This was my 3rd one. It was so nice to see my old friends (from work, school, internships! everyone was there!) The first night I drove down to have Navajo tacos with my friends from my forest service seasons! I also got brave and participated in the Kareoke BBQ the next night! I sang Miranda Lambert's 'gunpowder and lead' and 'famous in a small town'. I was nervous as heck, but it was really fun. I am told I was not the worst singer there, so that was a small ego boost!The presentations were fantastic. For an archaeologist who loves the Fremont, I was extra lucky this year because almost 1/2 of the presentations were right up my ally! The other presentations were awesome too.
I saw an amazing symposium called "skeletons are people too" that was about bioarchaeology (a subject I am considering pursuing in my 'thesis') There were talks about the dietary deficiencies of ancient Americans, collections that may demonstrate cannibalism, an analysis of a baby burial, an example of extreme projection and misinterpretation thanks to NatGeo, and a heartbreaking exposure of a massacre that happened in the historic period near Nephi Utah. This may sound morbid, but the discussant Dr. Patricia Lambert (another professor at my school) said it perfectly when she explained that telling the untold stories of the dead is a noble cause despite antiquity.
I saw another session on high altitude villages that included some of my classmates and professors. It was quite interesting to see the environment utilized in these high altitude situations and how they appear to be much more common than previously thought.
The last day of the conference was particularly awesome because some of the most accomplished archaeologists discussed several issues that swirl around the world of Great basin Anthropology. Dr. Don Fowler concluded the session from the crowd when he announced "nobody does it to you like your own" before standing up and walking out before it looked like the speakers were finished. it was mildly hilarious.
I got a lot of time to network, discuss research, oggle books I can't afford, visit with friends and party a little. I am extremely grateful for all my archaeology mentors and friends, everyone was willing to help me with projects, offer me jobs, get me free banquet tickets, etc. I am blessed.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Raw Unflitered honey
Yesterday I took a break from my reading to wander the beautiful Cache Valley Farmer's market. It is held in this beautiful little park with a stream running through it. Right now it is all green, the weather was perfect, and the bees weren't out! This farmer's market was bigger than the ones back home! They had all sorts of lovely stuff out there.
I was especially happy to find Raw, unfiltered, local honey. I swear by bee products of almost any kind. Some supplements have 'supposed' benefits, but I really find that the things bees make do amazing things. Bee pollen, beeswax, royal jelly, and honey all have benefits to them. Raw honey is one of my favorite things ever. It tastes amazing, I love the waxy texture to it, and I love the variation in flavors. I also love that it helps me with my allergies, and moving to a new place always brings new pollens for my autoimmune system to battle with.
This honey I bought yesterday is high altitude honey, and it is so tasty. I also bought fresh made salsa, with the hot peppers on the side so you can mix it to be as hot as you like, and local cheese. Oh yeah, and a very healthy cream cheese empanada!
I was especially happy to find Raw, unfiltered, local honey. I swear by bee products of almost any kind. Some supplements have 'supposed' benefits, but I really find that the things bees make do amazing things. Bee pollen, beeswax, royal jelly, and honey all have benefits to them. Raw honey is one of my favorite things ever. It tastes amazing, I love the waxy texture to it, and I love the variation in flavors. I also love that it helps me with my allergies, and moving to a new place always brings new pollens for my autoimmune system to battle with.
This honey I bought yesterday is high altitude honey, and it is so tasty. I also bought fresh made salsa, with the hot peppers on the side so you can mix it to be as hot as you like, and local cheese. Oh yeah, and a very healthy cream cheese empanada!
Friday, September 10, 2010
A New Chapter in my life as an Archaeologist!
GRADUATE SCHOOL
I just started my very first semester of graduate school! I'm getting my Master's of Science in Anthropology, emphasis in CRM/Archaeology! It's very exciting.
As I begin this, I have come to realize that the way archaeology is taught is completely backward. They teach you all the theory first and all the practice in Graduate school. So the skills you physically need to work you learn on your own, most likely using incorrect methods or some overly elaborate process, and then when you go back to school you learn the right way to do it. And, the theory didn't matter anyway because you were never writing the reports or doing the the proposals and you have forgotten it! That may just be my experience though because I started as an anthropology major NOT an archaeology major, so there was nothing but theory there.
But, happily, I roll along. LOTS of reading, which in my old age I can mostly understand, lots of projects being dangled before me, lots of new vocab to learn, and a few bubbles being burst as well. But that all comes with the territory.
I continually remind myself of this lovely manta I learned in Mary Kay training. "I can not do everything, but I can do something. And what I can do, I must do!"
The weather up here is FREEZING... well, where I come from this is winter, but here its supposedly just fall. I went very quickly from my tank tops to layers and long sleeves... it's even too cold for my flippy floppies!
But despite the dramas of moving, settling in, recovering, and still mourning, I believe I am settling in nicely.
Now... if I can just figure out how to use this crazy robotic library, I'll be set.
I just started my very first semester of graduate school! I'm getting my Master's of Science in Anthropology, emphasis in CRM/Archaeology! It's very exciting.
As I begin this, I have come to realize that the way archaeology is taught is completely backward. They teach you all the theory first and all the practice in Graduate school. So the skills you physically need to work you learn on your own, most likely using incorrect methods or some overly elaborate process, and then when you go back to school you learn the right way to do it. And, the theory didn't matter anyway because you were never writing the reports or doing the the proposals and you have forgotten it! That may just be my experience though because I started as an anthropology major NOT an archaeology major, so there was nothing but theory there.
But, happily, I roll along. LOTS of reading, which in my old age I can mostly understand, lots of projects being dangled before me, lots of new vocab to learn, and a few bubbles being burst as well. But that all comes with the territory.
I continually remind myself of this lovely manta I learned in Mary Kay training. "I can not do everything, but I can do something. And what I can do, I must do!"
The weather up here is FREEZING... well, where I come from this is winter, but here its supposedly just fall. I went very quickly from my tank tops to layers and long sleeves... it's even too cold for my flippy floppies!
But despite the dramas of moving, settling in, recovering, and still mourning, I believe I am settling in nicely.
Now... if I can just figure out how to use this crazy robotic library, I'll be set.
Monday, August 23, 2010
excuses, excuses
I am sitting in a trendy little cafe ibis, right around the corner from my new digs, blogging... and yes, I am drinking a vanilla iced latte... look at me. I need a beret of something or one of those stupid useless checkered scarves even though its like 90 degrees out.
I've not updated in over 6 weeks due to moving out of my old apartment, finding a new apartment, going home to Cali, having surgery, recovering from surgery, hiring HELLA expensive movers and moving to said new apartment in a whole nuther state. My life pretty much always a disaster... when I was a kid I remember there being a magnet on our fridge that read: "around here, we live crisis to crisis"... that pretty much sums it up...
But hopefully, the dust will be settling in a few days/weeks, and I can get internet at my place and blog from my soooooo cute apartment instead of sitting here with a bunch of strangers who keep staring at me typing with my one hand...
I'd like to end this ridiculously useless entry on a random positive note... I got complimented for my milk choice (for which I am usually ridiculed) in aforementioned latte... "wow, we like a whole milk kinda girl around here!" So remember, even when life is strange and unfortunate at times, there is ALWAYS someone who appreciates you for something!
I've not updated in over 6 weeks due to moving out of my old apartment, finding a new apartment, going home to Cali, having surgery, recovering from surgery, hiring HELLA expensive movers and moving to said new apartment in a whole nuther state. My life pretty much always a disaster... when I was a kid I remember there being a magnet on our fridge that read: "around here, we live crisis to crisis"... that pretty much sums it up...
But hopefully, the dust will be settling in a few days/weeks, and I can get internet at my place and blog from my soooooo cute apartment instead of sitting here with a bunch of strangers who keep staring at me typing with my one hand...
I'd like to end this ridiculously useless entry on a random positive note... I got complimented for my milk choice (for which I am usually ridiculed) in aforementioned latte... "wow, we like a whole milk kinda girl around here!" So remember, even when life is strange and unfortunate at times, there is ALWAYS someone who appreciates you for something!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I know I know, I said this blog would be about archaeology, or makeup, and so far... just like me... its totally off topic.
In the world of archaeology: I am recovered (mostly) from the gnat bites, and the abscess I had in my throat, as my body attempted to filter the gnat venom out of my system... my before before photo on the left (my eye is swollen looks like I was punched... and this is after icing it all day).
Now it's just the sweltering St George sun, but that feels sorta normal, even though the car's thermometer was reading 122 yesterday. It might not have been THAT hot, but its no joke out there.
Long sleeved shirts, sunscreen, a hat and head net, lots of water and coconut water, my alternative to gatorade (I swear it works like a charm). Now I just need to find a mayonaise-free and PB free lunch option that I can stand eating in the heat... I hate sandwiches and sandwich bags. Nothing grosser than tasting plastic in your bread... unfortunately I'm a super taster and I taste that. When I was a kid, I hated drinking milk, because I tasted the plastic. Maybe I can wrap my sandwiches in brown paper? I'm crazy, I know.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
On a 'normal' note
Dear Utah (Logan in particular),
Just because I am not married (tragic and sad I know) does not mean that I want to live with 8 people and sleep on a twin bed in a dorm room. I'm old. I want my own bathroom, bedroom, AND kitchen-living-laundry room. I am not enthused to walk out in my jammies and see a bunch of kids there in my kitchen, have to bitch about someone eats all my... whatever. Dorm life is NOT for me. I'm just like a married couple, but just want the place all to myself.
Evidently this is subversive... or I am spoiled.
-An adult grad student
Just because I am not married (tragic and sad I know) does not mean that I want to live with 8 people and sleep on a twin bed in a dorm room. I'm old. I want my own bathroom, bedroom, AND kitchen-living-laundry room. I am not enthused to walk out in my jammies and see a bunch of kids there in my kitchen, have to bitch about someone eats all my... whatever. Dorm life is NOT for me. I'm just like a married couple, but just want the place all to myself.
Evidently this is subversive... or I am spoiled.
-An adult grad student
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Letter from Blanche herself
Dear Reader,
below is a letter, patch worked by me, from my great grandmother's personal correspondence, a detailed journal, and memories. this was written in her words, to us. This letter was read aloud at her memorial service by family members and distributed to all attendees. I would like to expand this letter and make it into a book, there were a few things I omitted for length's sake and to stay on topic. here also is a photo of Blanche in Alaska, and at the bottom of this entry, a slideshow set to "beautiful Ohio" played on a victrola. She told me in the journal and just talk once that she loved the song because it reminded her of a childhood romance she'd had. ah, puppy love!
I was born February 7th, 1907 in Gas City, Indiana. My father’s name was Isaac Newton Wagner, born in Delphus, Ohio. My Mother was Lulu Isabelle Edwards from Adams County, Indiana. I had three brothers, Clarence, Howard, and (my pet) Bryce. I had one sister, my very best and lifelong friend, Wilma. I had only one child, Annabelle Lee Welliver and from that one child I was blessed with five grandchildren, ten great-grandchildren, and five great-great-grandchildren. Look what I started!
I grew up in El Paso, Texas, where I made lasting friendships and fell in love for the first time (and the second time, and the third time!). I wrote poetry, read books, danced to the Victrola, and went to lots of parties with my ‘gang’: Virginia, Joan, Wilma, and myself. The ‘gang’ kept in touch for the rest of our lives.
I started working when I was 16 years old. I have worked all kinds of jobs; at a country club in Logansport Indiana, at the Defense factory in Los Angeles in the Second World War, at a dress factory where I was an inspector, as a cashier, and lastly, as a nurse’s aid. I finally retired when I was 75.
When I was 19, I met Annabelle’s father, Herbert Williams, at a party. He was from Indiana too, so, we had a lot to talk about. We dated for about four months. Then, on a Monday, he telephoned me while I was at work to ask me if I would marry him. I said yes and we were married 2 days later in El Paso, Texas. In November of 1926 Annabelle Lee Williams was born in Dallas, Texas. When she was 6 months old we moved to Logansport and then on to Cleveland … and many, many places after that! My most terrifying moment as a parent was when she teetered on the top step of the stairs at her grandparents’ house. I’ll never know how I got up those stairs so fast to keep her from falling! When she was born she had 9 living grandparents! While I worked, Annabelle stayed with her Grandma Williams.
After my divorce, I met my second husband, Earl Bennett, in Logansport, Indiana. Earl was the manager of Etner Automobile. When I married him he didn’t want me to work, but I did anyway… and I enjoyed it! We had almost 25 years together and had wonderful friends and times in Cincinnati, where we owned our own home. Earl was always so proud of ‘his grandkids’ and often boasted of them. We had a very happy life together, and so many good times. After his heart attack in 1962 we moved to Bradenton, Florida, for his health.
After Earl passed away, my granddaughter Nancy came out to Bradenton for me and we drove to Santa Ana, California. It took us 5 days and we stopped at several places. We had a couple of experiences that gave us a good laugh when we got together. She is a great Granddaughter and we have had some great times together.
In Santa Ana, I lived with my aunt Annabel Edwards: a dear friend and my favorite artist. We enjoyed the clubhouse where we played bingo and Annabel painted, we pot lucked with our good neighbors, and entertained many relatives and friends who visited on the way to Disneyland. We had such wonderful times, not just at home, but traveling together as well. Our dear friends Hannah and Seemah Cohen often took us on local adventures and gave our visitors excursions to Southern California’s places of interest.
After Annabel passed away in 1996, I lived alone for 2 years until I moved into the Chateau in Pleasant Hill. Each day there was always different. I got up when I wanted, ate as I pleased, and attended whatever was offered for the day. I played bingo and I was quite lucky. Somehow I always ended up with the same dirty penny! When my grandchildren came to visit we would have lunch in the dining room, I always told them they had to try the cappuccino machine. I made so many good friends and I was very happy there, there was always plenty to do! Also, I was close to Mary and her husband Alan – I will miss them as they were so good to me and I love them very much.
When Annabelle and Don bought a home, I moved in with them. I had my own room and bath, as well as being close to Ellen and her family. She was so good to take me out and to the doctor’s, lunch, shopping, to get my hair done, and pedicures! I don’t know how I ever got along without her. She is such a wonderful mother to her children Mary Lee and Matthew. I love her even though I never have said it enough; she is such a lovely and loved one.
My daughter has always been a joy to me. She is such a source of pride. My proudest moments were when she graduated school and became a nurse. She is such a wonderful wife, mother, and grandmother. Her children and grandchildren (and now Great- grandchildren!) adore her, as she never fails them. Just call and she is there, day or night. I wish I could have been the mother that she is.
My pride - joy and treasures are my family - they are very kind, loving and so considerate of me. Life without them would have been a hardship – and very dull. While I visited them in childhood and adulthood, I didn’t know my own grandparents very well. I hope my grandchildren think happy thoughts of me - as I did try to be a REAL grandma. My grandsons, David and Marc, were always so sweet to me, and sent the most beautiful flowers and wonderful gifts! My granddaughters are heaven sent and I could not ever have thanked or loved them enough for everything they have done for me. My Great-Grandchildren have been such blessings; their many hours of visits, trips, letters, and phone calls are so precious to me. We shared so many good laughs, stories, and memories. I was so fortunate to get to meet all 5 of my great-great grandkids!
I went on so many trips in my life, the first I remember at age 4 with my Daddy. I went to almost every state in the U.S.A! I also traveled to Mexico, Panama, Cuba, China, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Alaska, Canada, and Hawaii! Not to mention the Cruises I took on Holland America and the trips by motor home with my sister and hubby, and Don and Annabelle! At the Chateau, I would take Sunday excursions to places of interest, horse races, theatres, and restaurants. Often, my great-granddaughter Elizabeth would join me; we had many a wild adventure together. All of my trips were enjoyable- even my trip down the Mississippi! I’ve really enjoyed this life and wish I could just make one more trip. . .
Love always,
Blanche Pauline (Wagner) Bennett
February 7th, 1907 - May 26th, 2010
below is a letter, patch worked by me, from my great grandmother's personal correspondence, a detailed journal, and memories. this was written in her words, to us. This letter was read aloud at her memorial service by family members and distributed to all attendees. I would like to expand this letter and make it into a book, there were a few things I omitted for length's sake and to stay on topic. here also is a photo of Blanche in Alaska, and at the bottom of this entry, a slideshow set to "beautiful Ohio" played on a victrola. She told me in the journal and just talk once that she loved the song because it reminded her of a childhood romance she'd had. ah, puppy love!
I was born February 7th, 1907 in Gas City, Indiana. My father’s name was Isaac Newton Wagner, born in Delphus, Ohio. My Mother was Lulu Isabelle Edwards from Adams County, Indiana. I had three brothers, Clarence, Howard, and (my pet) Bryce. I had one sister, my very best and lifelong friend, Wilma. I had only one child, Annabelle Lee Welliver and from that one child I was blessed with five grandchildren, ten great-grandchildren, and five great-great-grandchildren. Look what I started!
I grew up in El Paso, Texas, where I made lasting friendships and fell in love for the first time (and the second time, and the third time!). I wrote poetry, read books, danced to the Victrola, and went to lots of parties with my ‘gang’: Virginia, Joan, Wilma, and myself. The ‘gang’ kept in touch for the rest of our lives.
I started working when I was 16 years old. I have worked all kinds of jobs; at a country club in Logansport Indiana, at the Defense factory in Los Angeles in the Second World War, at a dress factory where I was an inspector, as a cashier, and lastly, as a nurse’s aid. I finally retired when I was 75.
When I was 19, I met Annabelle’s father, Herbert Williams, at a party. He was from Indiana too, so, we had a lot to talk about. We dated for about four months. Then, on a Monday, he telephoned me while I was at work to ask me if I would marry him. I said yes and we were married 2 days later in El Paso, Texas. In November of 1926 Annabelle Lee Williams was born in Dallas, Texas. When she was 6 months old we moved to Logansport and then on to Cleveland … and many, many places after that! My most terrifying moment as a parent was when she teetered on the top step of the stairs at her grandparents’ house. I’ll never know how I got up those stairs so fast to keep her from falling! When she was born she had 9 living grandparents! While I worked, Annabelle stayed with her Grandma Williams.
After my divorce, I met my second husband, Earl Bennett, in Logansport, Indiana. Earl was the manager of Etner Automobile. When I married him he didn’t want me to work, but I did anyway… and I enjoyed it! We had almost 25 years together and had wonderful friends and times in Cincinnati, where we owned our own home. Earl was always so proud of ‘his grandkids’ and often boasted of them. We had a very happy life together, and so many good times. After his heart attack in 1962 we moved to Bradenton, Florida, for his health.
After Earl passed away, my granddaughter Nancy came out to Bradenton for me and we drove to Santa Ana, California. It took us 5 days and we stopped at several places. We had a couple of experiences that gave us a good laugh when we got together. She is a great Granddaughter and we have had some great times together.
In Santa Ana, I lived with my aunt Annabel Edwards: a dear friend and my favorite artist. We enjoyed the clubhouse where we played bingo and Annabel painted, we pot lucked with our good neighbors, and entertained many relatives and friends who visited on the way to Disneyland. We had such wonderful times, not just at home, but traveling together as well. Our dear friends Hannah and Seemah Cohen often took us on local adventures and gave our visitors excursions to Southern California’s places of interest.
After Annabel passed away in 1996, I lived alone for 2 years until I moved into the Chateau in Pleasant Hill. Each day there was always different. I got up when I wanted, ate as I pleased, and attended whatever was offered for the day. I played bingo and I was quite lucky. Somehow I always ended up with the same dirty penny! When my grandchildren came to visit we would have lunch in the dining room, I always told them they had to try the cappuccino machine. I made so many good friends and I was very happy there, there was always plenty to do! Also, I was close to Mary and her husband Alan – I will miss them as they were so good to me and I love them very much.
When Annabelle and Don bought a home, I moved in with them. I had my own room and bath, as well as being close to Ellen and her family. She was so good to take me out and to the doctor’s, lunch, shopping, to get my hair done, and pedicures! I don’t know how I ever got along without her. She is such a wonderful mother to her children Mary Lee and Matthew. I love her even though I never have said it enough; she is such a lovely and loved one.
My daughter has always been a joy to me. She is such a source of pride. My proudest moments were when she graduated school and became a nurse. She is such a wonderful wife, mother, and grandmother. Her children and grandchildren (and now Great- grandchildren!) adore her, as she never fails them. Just call and she is there, day or night. I wish I could have been the mother that she is.
My pride - joy and treasures are my family - they are very kind, loving and so considerate of me. Life without them would have been a hardship – and very dull. While I visited them in childhood and adulthood, I didn’t know my own grandparents very well. I hope my grandchildren think happy thoughts of me - as I did try to be a REAL grandma. My grandsons, David and Marc, were always so sweet to me, and sent the most beautiful flowers and wonderful gifts! My granddaughters are heaven sent and I could not ever have thanked or loved them enough for everything they have done for me. My Great-Grandchildren have been such blessings; their many hours of visits, trips, letters, and phone calls are so precious to me. We shared so many good laughs, stories, and memories. I was so fortunate to get to meet all 5 of my great-great grandkids!
I went on so many trips in my life, the first I remember at age 4 with my Daddy. I went to almost every state in the U.S.A! I also traveled to Mexico, Panama, Cuba, China, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Alaska, Canada, and Hawaii! Not to mention the Cruises I took on Holland America and the trips by motor home with my sister and hubby, and Don and Annabelle! At the Chateau, I would take Sunday excursions to places of interest, horse races, theatres, and restaurants. Often, my great-granddaughter Elizabeth would join me; we had many a wild adventure together. All of my trips were enjoyable- even my trip down the Mississippi! I’ve really enjoyed this life and wish I could just make one more trip. . .
Love always,
Blanche Pauline (Wagner) Bennett
February 7th, 1907 - May 26th, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Earthquakes in Lizzieland
I really did intend for this blog to be one of the projects that I did not discard... but in the last few weeks, my world has been in disaster mode. I appologize, but a girl has got to survive... or try
The main reason for my absence is the death of my Great Grandmother. She and I were close and I have trouble expressing just how deeply I feel this loss. She was my confidant, my lighthouse in a storm, and I daresay, one of my very closest friends. We were true kindred spirits. I like to think of myself as her little clone, we look quite alike and were 2 of the 4 aquarii in the family (born just a week and 75 years apart). I don't really believe that she is gone, and I am waiting for that feeling of dread and terrible truth to wash over me. I spent the last couple of weeks pouring over her pictures, journal, and preparing a slide show, eulogy, obituary, and service... It was a lot to do but it kept my mind off the reality.
She took the road less travelled; As I stated in her eulogy, in her 103 years of life she she may have been old, but she was never just an old lady. She had her wits and humor till the end, and her family close by. How wonderful, to live 103 years and leave everyone wanting just one more day with you. I will always want more time with her. words cannot describe how special she was to me...
The main reason for my absence is the death of my Great Grandmother. She and I were close and I have trouble expressing just how deeply I feel this loss. She was my confidant, my lighthouse in a storm, and I daresay, one of my very closest friends. We were true kindred spirits. I like to think of myself as her little clone, we look quite alike and were 2 of the 4 aquarii in the family (born just a week and 75 years apart). I don't really believe that she is gone, and I am waiting for that feeling of dread and terrible truth to wash over me. I spent the last couple of weeks pouring over her pictures, journal, and preparing a slide show, eulogy, obituary, and service... It was a lot to do but it kept my mind off the reality.
She took the road less travelled; As I stated in her eulogy, in her 103 years of life she she may have been old, but she was never just an old lady. She had her wits and humor till the end, and her family close by. How wonderful, to live 103 years and leave everyone wanting just one more day with you. I will always want more time with her. words cannot describe how special she was to me...
Friday, May 14, 2010
Beautiful Southern Utah
Everyone may think it strange, but I do LOVE LOVE LOVE Southern Utah. It. Is. Gorgeous! Everyday I ride or drive to work looking at the mountains, desert, rock formations, clouds, and ever spectacular views feeling inspired. I can hardly keep myself from stopping the car, jumping out, photographing everything, and then going back later in the day to paint it. Every day that I get to spend outside is so beautiful I often fear that the next day I will find out I have just a few more days to live or something! That sounds morbid, but I don't mean it like that. I guess I mean, as sappy as it sounds, I feel truly thankful that the powers that be allowed me to experience the beauty of the world. I am so blessed to have the eyesight to see it, the legs to hike about it, the work that takes me out into it, and the soul to appreciate it.
I smile when I hear people complaining about this little snowstorm in May, or the fact that it's not 'summer' yet, or 'I'm so tired of rain'... because I realize that they haven't been able to look at the snow clouds dropping snow on the Pine Valley Mountains with the red and tan sandstone cliffs of snow canyon in the foreground, dotted with soft, new, baby green sage brush... or that maybe, they looked and couldn't see how amazing and gorgeous it is! In a month, it will likely be a sweltering 110 degrees everyday and everyone should just look out the window and soak up what little, beautiful spring we have here... it's gorgeous!
I smile when I hear people complaining about this little snowstorm in May, or the fact that it's not 'summer' yet, or 'I'm so tired of rain'... because I realize that they haven't been able to look at the snow clouds dropping snow on the Pine Valley Mountains with the red and tan sandstone cliffs of snow canyon in the foreground, dotted with soft, new, baby green sage brush... or that maybe, they looked and couldn't see how amazing and gorgeous it is! In a month, it will likely be a sweltering 110 degrees everyday and everyone should just look out the window and soak up what little, beautiful spring we have here... it's gorgeous!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
But Mom! Everyone is doing it!
While I have been considering starting a blog, I was waiting for the right moment to do so. Mother's day is a perfect day to give life to my words and thoughts. So: welcome to my blog! It promises to be as disjointed, random, and passionate as any conversation with me typically is.
Mostly, I intend to blog about Archaeology, Makeup, and little bits of randomness.
For Mother's day 2010, I am far from my matriarchs. We have a pretty tight little society of feisty ladies in my family. I am so proud of these women (and of being one of these women) because, they taught me the strength of being an individual. Women multitask, sacrifice, and exist in a constant state of flux, though they often are seen as the stable pillar of the household.
How can I tie this into anthropology? Only in about a billion ways...
Well, Grandmothers, did you know that there is a whole theory in Evolutionary Biology named after you? "The Grandmothering Hypothesis" basically supposes that the aid of postmenopausal females (Grandmas!) may have enabled our species to develop larger brain sizes! I think many a new mom can attest that having her mom, grandma, or mom-in-law around greatly helped her cope with a new baby and that having them nearby helped the children all throughout their lives.
Grandmothers in traditional societies often contribute the most in food procurement, usually favoring their grandchildren as the recipients. My Grandma feeds me the second I walk in the door, even if I protest... she'll always sneak the food in somehow, often through bridge mix, See's candy, or the ever tempting bowl of pretzels. I NEVER leave Grandma's house hungry. In addition to the food contribution my kinswomen provide, they always provide guidance, jobs, couches to sleep on, and cards or pockets with surprise money in then. Without the women in my family, my existence would be significantly tougher!
I am rambling and being a bit unscientific, but it's my first blog entry and you can all look it up on Wikipedia if you want a full outline of the theories discussed!
An interesting personal note: Today, I attended a Mormon church service (no, Family, I'm not converting) because a coworker of mine is going on a mission and was doing a talk and having a 'farewell'. Anyway, I heard one of the speakers say that women who are unmarried and childless (dun dun duuuuuuuuun) often express a sadness or something on mother's day. While I am not getting any flowers today, I don't feel sad. I have been temporary Mommy to a few different children and have treasured those moments as much as any Mom could, and Mother's day is a wonderful opportunity to hail and praise the other Moms in my life! It's all happiness and thankfulness here!
Mostly, I intend to blog about Archaeology, Makeup, and little bits of randomness.
For Mother's day 2010, I am far from my matriarchs. We have a pretty tight little society of feisty ladies in my family. I am so proud of these women (and of being one of these women) because, they taught me the strength of being an individual. Women multitask, sacrifice, and exist in a constant state of flux, though they often are seen as the stable pillar of the household.
How can I tie this into anthropology? Only in about a billion ways...
Well, Grandmothers, did you know that there is a whole theory in Evolutionary Biology named after you? "The Grandmothering Hypothesis" basically supposes that the aid of postmenopausal females (Grandmas!) may have enabled our species to develop larger brain sizes! I think many a new mom can attest that having her mom, grandma, or mom-in-law around greatly helped her cope with a new baby and that having them nearby helped the children all throughout their lives.
Grandmothers in traditional societies often contribute the most in food procurement, usually favoring their grandchildren as the recipients. My Grandma feeds me the second I walk in the door, even if I protest... she'll always sneak the food in somehow, often through bridge mix, See's candy, or the ever tempting bowl of pretzels. I NEVER leave Grandma's house hungry. In addition to the food contribution my kinswomen provide, they always provide guidance, jobs, couches to sleep on, and cards or pockets with surprise money in then. Without the women in my family, my existence would be significantly tougher!
I am rambling and being a bit unscientific, but it's my first blog entry and you can all look it up on Wikipedia if you want a full outline of the theories discussed!
An interesting personal note: Today, I attended a Mormon church service (no, Family, I'm not converting) because a coworker of mine is going on a mission and was doing a talk and having a 'farewell'. Anyway, I heard one of the speakers say that women who are unmarried and childless (dun dun duuuuuuuuun) often express a sadness or something on mother's day. While I am not getting any flowers today, I don't feel sad. I have been temporary Mommy to a few different children and have treasured those moments as much as any Mom could, and Mother's day is a wonderful opportunity to hail and praise the other Moms in my life! It's all happiness and thankfulness here!
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