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Oh that's awful Addie....not being able to eat properly. Are you hungry but can't or have lost your appetite in the process? Would something soothing like cream/milk based dishes slip down easier?

The therapist thinks that my esophagus is scarred from too much heartburn over the years. I really tried to eat today. Even tried to wash it down with milk. It took four swallows to get one small sip of milk down. I don't get hunger pains. When I had my gastro surgery many years ago, they cut the nerve that tells you when you are hungry. :angel:
 
The therapist thinks that my esophagus is scarred from too much heartburn over the years. I really tried to eat today. Even tried to wash it down with milk. It took four swallows to get one small sip of milk down. I don't get hunger pains. When I had my gastro surgery many years ago, they cut the nerve that tells you when you are hungry. :angel:
Oh gosh Addie....if you could see my face - I feel so sorry for you. ♥

How do you manage to talk here about food related topics given your condition? Is it not painful to even discuss for you?
 
Oh gosh Addie....if you could see my face - I feel so sorry for you. ♥

How do you manage to talk here about food related topics given your condition? Is it not painful to even discuss for you?

Not at all. I am 75 years old. The longest living member of my family so far. All my relatives died at a rather young age. So considering all that, I am very fortunate. This is just another ass ache that comes with old age. :angel:
 
Not at all. I am 75 years old. The longest living member of my family so far. All my relatives died at a rather young age. So considering all that, I am very fortunate. This is just another ass ache that comes with old age. :angel:

Ass ache? That really doesn't sound like you, Addie LOL
 
Not at all. I am 75 years old. The longest living member of my family so far. All my relatives died at a rather young age. So considering all that, I am very fortunate. This is just another ass ache that comes with old age. :angel:

For me, based on size alone, I would prefer a toothache! :ermm::ohmy::LOL:
 
Ass ache? That really doesn't sound like you, Addie LOL

It is an old family saying. The one part of the body that doesn't usually ache, is your backside. (Although Bostonians pronounce it "arse".) So when you have an ass ache, you know you are in bad shape. :angel:
 
I have become the Matriarch of the family. Not a title I came in to willingly. I am the last of my generation. Both my parents, two siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, (both sides) husbands, everybody is now gone. The only ones left are me, and all three (of four) of my sister's children, and four (of five) of mine. Then there are her grandkids and mine. I have 17 all total. I don't know how many are left on her side.

I have become the family record keeper. There is a distant relative from my BIL who went to Ancestors.com and created a family tree. I must have spent a total of 20 hours of more giving her all the family names, birth dates, etc. She has been able to trace us back on my father's side to the late 1600's. It all came about because my sister's husband is related to her, so now there are several branches of the family on the tree.

My mother had polio and didn't get out much. I spent many evenings sitting at the kitchen table with her playing cards and she is the one who gave me most of the family history during those games. I am surprised I remembered it all. But it has been an interesting journey. :angel:
 
I have become the Matriarch of the family. Not a title I came in to willingly. I am the last of my generation. Both my parents, two siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, (both sides) husbands, everybody is now gone. The only ones left are me, and all three (of four) of my sister's children, and four (of five) of mine. Then there are her grandkids and mine. I have 17 all total. I don't know how many are left on her side.

I have become the family record keeper. There is a distant relative from my BIL who went to Ancestors.com and created a family tree. I must have spent a total of 20 hours of more giving her all the family names, birth dates, etc. She has been able to trace us back on my father's side to the late 1600's. It all came about because my sister's husband is related to her, so now there are several branches of the family on the tree.

My mother had polio and didn't get out much. I spent many evenings sitting at the kitchen table with her playing cards and she is the one who gave me most of the family history during those games. I am surprised I remembered it all. But it has been an interesting journey. :angel:
Have your father's side of the family been in America since the 1600s? Wow!.

One of my cousins and I did my maternal grandmother's family tree a few years ago. She chose them because they had an unusual surname - Durow. (Lots of them in the US but none of them are ours as they almost all came from Germany and we don't think ours did). We got back to the mid-17th century and then lost contact as we could find Joseph Durow's marriage entry in the church at Mugginton in Derbyshire but no record of his birth anywhere in the UK. We were in contact with a lot of Derbyshire Durows who all turned out to be related to us but none of them who had done their family tree could get back past Joseph.

There seem to be two main enclaves of Durows in England - ours in Derbyshire and the other in and around Portsmouth, a big port on the south coast so who knows.

One of my grandmother's brothers, Thomas, took off to Canada, Arriving in Quebec on the Melitta in 1921 but we can find no reference to him thereafter. He probably arrived too late for the 1921 census or avoided it as he isn't on it and that's the last one available. So we may never know what he did.
 
Have your father's side of the family been in America since the 1600s? Wow!.

One of my cousins and I did my maternal grandmother's family tree a few years ago. She chose them because they had an unusual surname - Durow. (Lots of them in the US but none of them are ours as they almost all came from Germany and we don't think ours did). We got back to the mid-17th century and then lost contact as we could find Joseph Durow's marriage entry in the church at Mugginton in Derbyshire but no record of his birth anywhere in the UK. We were in contact with a lot of Derbyshire Durows who all turned out to be related to us but none of them who had done their family tree could get back past Joseph.

There seem to be two main enclaves of Durows in England - ours in Derbyshire and the other in and around Portsmouth, a big port on the south coast so who knows.

One of my grandmother's brothers, Thomas, took off to Canada, Arriving in Quebec on the Melitta in 1921 but we can find no reference to him thereafter. He probably arrived too late for the 1921 census or avoided it as he isn't on it and that's the last one available. So we may never know what he did.

Was your Thomas Durow born in 1890?

Could this be him?

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My father's side is Native American. So they were here for a lot longer than that. Even before the Pilgrims arrived. Most of the information that we were able to find on them come from passing down by word of mouth. It wasn't until they started to keep a census, that there is a written history of them. The tribe is rather big now and has split into two different locations. The tribe comes from Maine. :angel:
 
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Recovering from a week of subbing at a local school. Love the kids, and happy to see the familiar little faces, but have to say I'm glad it's over. ;):ermm::LOL:
 
I'm just waiting on the dishwasher to finish so I can open it up and let everything air dry. Seems like I've spent half the day waiting on machines. :ermm: When it's done, I'M done. Then I'll be headed to the sun room with a glass of wine and my murder mystery book.
 
I'm getting ready for bed soon and reflecting on things. Tomorrow was supposed to be the day we renewed our wedding vows. Since setting this up last fall, I have been in the hospital 7 times, had 3 surgical procedures, found out I have diabetes, a hormonal imbalance and a hernia which will need repairing. I lost my birth certificate and time is running out to get my passport for our cruise next month and TB may be going on strike when we get back.

So what am I doing tomorrow? Getting a vitamin treatment from my Naturopath to try and build up my immune system and returning the beautiful ring TB got me for the ceremony. He told me I could keep it, but I told him I don't need it when I have him! We will probably go out to dinner though with my limited diet at the moment (a diabetic diet but I can't digest meat as a complication from the gall bladder/liver/appendix fiasco!) we aren't sure where to go.

Oh, and I have sent away for a new birth certificate, just hoping it will arrive in time. It has to come from another province and our mail system is not so hot.

So, that's what I have, am and will be doing! ;)
 
Was your Thomas Durow born in 1890?

Could this be him?

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Yes, that's him. He wasn't much talked of in the family but from the records on-line he appears to have left a wife, Ada, in England. If the information collated by other seekers is accurate it appears she was pregnant when he left but may have remarried later so whether she discovered she was widowed or she managed to get a divorce or had him declared dead, I don't know. My maternal grandfather, Thomas's BiL, was in Canada for 6 months before WWI escorting a consignment of horses and had wanted my Grandmother to go out to join him with a view to settling there but she didn't want to. When Thomas disappeared G'father was very upset that his tales of how wonderful Canada was were responsible for Thomas taking off and the family losing contact with him.

I sometimes wonder where or what or even if I'd be now if my grandparents had settled in Canada.
 
Yes, that's him. He wasn't much talked of in the family but from the records on-line he appears to have left a wife, Ada, in England. If the information collated by other seekers is accurate it appears she was pregnant when he left but may have remarried later so whether she discovered she was widowed or she managed to get a divorce or had him declared dead, I don't know. My maternal grandfather, Thomas's BiL, was in Canada for 6 months before WWI escorting a consignment of horses and had wanted my Grandmother to go out to join him with a view to settling there but she didn't want to. When Thomas disappeared G'father was very upset that his tales of how wonderful Canada was were responsible for Thomas taking off and the family losing contact with him.

I sometimes wonder where or what or even if I'd be now if my grandparents had settled in Canada.

Last night I cast my net across North America and only found one promising lead.

Thomas Durow, Saanich, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, died 3/27/1976

I found several other references to him in British Columbia voting registry from 1945 until about 1965.

I could not find any specifics that you could use to link him to another relative. I got the impression that this fella might have been involved in shipping. I saw references to him traveling as a passenger or crew to Seattle Washington several times.

I also reference to Else Durow, Saanich, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, died 1980.

They were the only two I could find which is unusual.

Good luck!
 
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I saw something odd on my way to a large wholefoods supermarket/hot food place today. At a bus-stop,
on one of the seats was a pair of boxer shorts (not even in a bag) with a card on top of it, in an unsealed envelope. There was no-one else around. I looked to see what was inside the envelope. A nice, brand new birthday card with no handwritten message in it! So a birthday card and a pair of boxer shorts (that looked quite new). How odd! I did kind of quickly look round to see if it might be a joke or there might be a camera somewhere.

This might be the kind of thing that, in a writing workshop, students could be asked to imagine the scenario that led up to this event and write a story.

I can't think how this occurred....perhaps someone had split up from someone and left them there with
a sarcastic happy birthday card to a passing tramp?


Any thoughts on this?
 
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