I'm worth an onion!

It's been a hectic month. I've worked 20 of the last 24 days. That's my excuse for not writing ~ it ain't much, but it's all I've got.

My husband said the sweetest, silliest thing to me the other day. I was getting ready for work and made a sandwich for lunch which used the last of the already-sliced-onion in the fridge. My husband mentioned possibly having leftovers for lunch which included said onion. I apologized and confessed to taking it. He assured me that I was worth an onion. Amused, I laughed and went off to get dressed. He smilingly pointed out that wasn't just any onion, it was a Vidalia.

Apparently, love is . . . .being worth a Vidalia.

Thinking about that made me realize how important laughter is to a relationship. Laughter is absolutely necessary for a true commitment. If you can't laugh at yourselves, you'll never get through the stressful moments in life.

I celebrated Mother's Day at the hospital this year. My son, Joe, and his friend were mugged late Saturday night. Joe was hit over the head with a rock. They came back to our house and filed a police report before we headed off to the emergency room. While we waited in the examining room, Joe inflated a latex glove to play with. A few minutes later, he put his hand on head, discovered he was still bleeding, and slapped his bloody handprint on the balloon.
"Wilson?" I asked.
"Yep." he replied.
We laughed and batted Wilson around the room until they finally came in to put staples in my baby's head.

Some people think we should be committed and wonder how we could laugh at that. Simple, laughter reminds of you good things and bounces endorphins around your brain. It's very healing. We laugh a lot in our house. I highly recommend it.

Genealogy tip of the day: Save those wedding programs. This being wedding season, there are bound to be a few budding genealogists who haven't noticed this treasure yet. Wedding programs generally mention the happy couples' full names, parents, siblings, there is often a niece or nephew involved, the date & location of the wedding. . . they are veritable treasure trove of genealogical tidbits. Save them with all your other source material.

Red Wing

My husband and I just returned from a trip to Red Wing. It the first time we've visited the town and it was a wonderful trip. We were the only guests at the Bed & Breakfast where we stayed (the advantage of going on weekdays) so it was like having our own private mansion. I highly recommend a midweek off-season trip as a way to truly relax and reconnect with each other. It's more private when there are few tourists and it's cheaper, so you feel less guilty about spending money frivolously. We used our tax refund and decided that was our economic stimulus package (and we paid it ourselves, instead of sending the bill to our children - take that, Washington.). Spend a few days in small city within a hundred miles of your home: rent a room, eat out, drink, shop, consider it your patriotic duty.

We stayed at the Moondance Inn, which was marvelous. It was built in 1874 and still has the original woodwork and the Steuben & Tiffany lights. The hosts were very warm and friendly and non-cloying. Also, every room has a private bath & whirlpool. I'm very big on that feature. Hostels sounded fine at twenty, but by forty a room with a private bath is far more important than a cheap room. Or is that just me? There's a great porch, with plenty of comfy seating, but the only picture I took of it has my husband in it, and he values his privacy. And I value his happiness and peace-of-mind, so you have to go to their website for pictures.


If you go to Red Wing, be sure to climb the bluff, it's worth the sweat. Red Wing has a hill at the east end of downtown called Barn Bluff. It rises 350 feet above Main St (which it actually interrupts) and provides an awesome view of the Mississippi islands and Lake Pepin. Having read the Little House books as a girl and later reading them to my own children, I insisted on driving around the lake. My husband was a good sport, he even stopped at several historic markers. Poor guy, he's never been big on that sort of thing, and Lake Pepin has a lot of markers. I think he was relieved that we have no relatives buried in Goodhue County, otherwise I'd have dragged him to cemeteries, too. He really doesn't get the appeal of a cemetery as a tourism hotspot, of course, he's not into genealogy either.

Genealogy Tip of the Day: Go gravehunting! Anytime you travel, search your family tree for burial sites in the county (or counties) to which you are headed. I suggest entering the cemetery name in the burial site, as well as town, county & state. It makes planning grave hunting trips easier. If your software won't let you search for a detail like every "burial site that contains Goodhue County" you need better software. Reunion is great for searching, it allows locations Reverse Place name sorting, which starts after the last comma (i.e. country, state, county, city). When you are in a cemtery, look around. The people buried near ancestor may be relatives - especially in older cemeteries. If you have a digital camera, it costs nothing to take a few dozen extra pictures. Shot at least two tombstones extra in each direction. Trust me, this will be worth it. I knew Mary Lester grew up and married Louis Barger - if I had looked two tombstones from from her mother Margaret Holland Lester Beecher, I'd have found her on my first trip to St Thomas Cemetery in Jessenland. It would have saved me a return trip.