My great-great grandparents Homer Charles Lord (1877-1953) and Clarisa A. Perry (1878-1940)
Category: Photography
Henry Meineke and Marie Elisa Shoemaker
Nell Basquille
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Toy Skeleton
I’ve photographed this little guy before. He hangs in my kitchen, from one of the cupboard door handles. He’s got a mechanism that, when you pull on him, makes his teeth chatter. He’s very cute.
Not so cute is the noise from Mr. Upstairs. He’s always loud, but the past few days, he’s been cycling into into another ubernoisy period. Last night, at 3am, I woke up to him pounding away on his keyboard. He had it set on “harpsichord,” and kept playing the same phrase over and over and over and over again. Putting a pillow over my head didn’t do any good. The noise was so loud that I could feel the vibrations from it, and I could still hear it through the pillow.
That went on for a couple of hours, and then, at about 5am, he turned on the TV. I guess the talking heads were finally awake? So I got to listen to some right-wing nonsense until I finally got up. And now, it’s 2:00 and he’s back at the keyboard. And the same little piece of music. Even two rooms away, with the door shut, I can hear it.
Oh, and did I mention that I have a headache? No? Well, I do, and the noise and the irritation are not helping it go away!
Talula, Talula
Talula, Talula
I don’t want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula, Talula
She’s brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
I spend most of the weekend doing more genealogy research. I found out two things that were interesting. Well, three, but one of them is a little tangential.
1. My great-great-great grandmother was named Tallulah. I don’t know anything about her family, because I haven’t found her maiden name. She married Henry L. Hoover, and their daughter Estelle married a Thompson, and their son Louis married my great grandma Nell Basquill.
But! Tallulah! How awesome is that? A quick Google shows that it’s a Choctaw name meaning “leaping water.” My mom said that grandma immediately identified the name as Indian, which I thought was odd. To me, it’s just an old-fashioned southern name. It’s funny how associations change over time. Here’s something interesting, though–Tallulah came from Alabama. The only Tallulah I know of is Tallulah Bankhead. She was named after her grandmother, who was from Alabama. I wonder if there’s a link there?
2. It appears as if my great-great aunt Margaret wasn’t quite as widowed as I thought. I don’t know that it was a big secret, so much as just how stories get told and how assumptions get made about them. I’d always been told that she was widowed, but I found Margaret in the 1930 census, and she was listed as divorced. At first, I thought it was an enumeration error, because my great grandma Nell was living with her at the time, and the census listed her as widowed. We know for sure that that wasn’t true. She divorced her husband, Louis, and he later remarried. So, I assumed the enumerator had mixed them up.
However! I also came across a record for Sterrett Pooser in the 1930 census, only he was living in a boarding house in Massachusetts. He was born in Georgia, so I’m fairly certain he has to be Margaret’s husband. I refuse to believe that there was more than one Sterrett Pooser in the world. Ever! So I talked to my mom, and she talked to my grandma, and apparently Margaret and Sterrett did separate before he died. God only knows what the heck he was doing in Massachusetts, though. His family were southerners.
Which brings me to my next, and tangential, point of interest.
3. Margaret’s husband’s people were, as I said, southerners–from South Carolina and Georgia. And, they were apparently slave owners. Not surprisingly, several of them were soldiers in the Confederate army. It’s not a pleasant thing to stumble across, but you have to be prepared to unearth the bad with the good, if you’re going to dig around in the past.
Not More Jolly Ranchers
This was a “through the viewfinder” shot. You can build all sorts of contraptions for TtV photography, but I’m not that ambitious, so I just held one camera in front of the other.
My ISP recently went through a buy-out, which involved switching mail servers. I’ve been unable to send mail for awhile now, but the problem is finally fixed. If I owe you an email, I’m hoping to get caught up in the next day or so.
Spring
I don’t think I posted this one before. It was taken in Dunn Cemetery a couple of weeks ago.
Spring is definitely here. A coworker brought me some iris bulbs that have about four inches of green growth. I have to figure out what the hell to do with them. Obviously, they need to go in the ground, but I have to decide where I want to put them, because they will spread. The same coworker has some other perennials she’s going to bring me, too.
It won’t be long before I have a real, live patio garden. Hopefully, I’ll be able to keep our resident groundhog, raccoon, and Mr. Rabbit’s millions of friends and relations out of it. At least, out of the tomatoes and peppers I’m planning on planting.
It’s all very exciting and, well, springy!
On the other hand, it’s also aggravating. All that new growth means that my allergies have been a lot worse, especially this past week. My eyes have been itching, and burning and I’m sneezing like crazy.
Today
Yesterday
The sky was clear blue yesterday morning. In the afternoon, perfect, puffy, little clouds started to appear, marching across the sky like troops in formation. As the day wore on, the clouds got larger and puffier and denser, until there was just the occasional patch of blue showing through. As I left Staples, after (finally!) picking up ink and paper, there were crepuscular rays shining through the chinks in the clouds.












