By Eilene Lyon It is the job of The ones who are left, to do The remembering. Feature image: Collage of photos from W. Halse collection 2015
Genealogy (sort-of haiku)
Creative Counting in Cribbage
By Eilene Lyon "Aren't you going to count your pairs?" "Oh yes. Pair, two. Pair, four (cupping breasts), plus a pair of legs, a pair of arms, a pair of ears..." "I don't think you can peg points for those." [Neck-and-neck at the finish line - player drops a queen] "Seventeen" "Ohhhhnnnnggg!" "What was that... Continue Reading →
The Drought Diaries: Too Little Water/Too Much Water
By Eilene Lyon Too Little Water August 12, 2018 The Animas River is at an all-time historic low (and they are still drawing irrigation water – sorry, New Mexico!). As of Friday, it was running at 131 c.f.s. The average for this time is about 600 c.f.s. I don't normally stand in the "river" As... Continue Reading →
The Rolling Ghost
By Eilene Lyon This evening I went out for happy hour with Ms. Pearlywhites. She recently got back from her annual visit to the family farm in upstate New York. It was time to catch up on what we’ve been doing with our summer, the lamentable state of our vegetable gardens, and where we should... Continue Reading →
“The Picturesque West”
By Eilene Lyon I stopped into the Friends of the Library book shop earlier this week. Check out this book I was so delighted to find – for the grand price of $4.00! As many of you are aware, I am working on a non-fiction book set during the California gold rush. This stout hardcover... Continue Reading →
The Short Load
It’s been a while since I shared one of Smitty’s stories with you. This was written on May 24, 1991, in Portland, Oregon. My grandparents got married about the time Clare was graduated from the University of Idaho. It was in the depths of the Great Depression. Smitty had graduated earlier with an electrical engineering... Continue Reading →
The Danger of Solo Road Trips
By Eilene Lyon When I go on one of my "Dead Ancestor" tours across the country, I take along a micro-cassette recorder. I see a lot of interesting things as I'm driving around and don't want to forget them. It's also helpful for remembering where I went and what I did there. Later, I transcribe... Continue Reading →
Relative
A Poem By Eilene Lyon If relativity is true, Why can't I find you? It should be a simple matter of bending the space/time continuum. Then we could be in the Same place at the same time. But would it be your time -- or mine? Feature image: Unidentified young man from Cutting... Continue Reading →
Paying Respect
By Eilene Lyon As with my other genealogy trips, when I went to Blackford and Jay counties in Indiana last year, I visited several cemeteries to pay respects to my ancestors and other relatives. For me, that means more than just placing some flowers, saying a silent thanks (or maybe out loud, talking to myself... Continue Reading →
Myricopia 