So here is my new blog design, I love it. Tiffany Kuehl helped me with it and she did a wonderful job. Anyone who knows me, knows how indecisive I can be. Take me out to dinner and I have trouble deciding on what to choose, I'm even known to change my order just before the waiter/waitress leaves the table (that's better than once they walk away, right?) She did such a great job with my ideas that I had a hard deciding what I liked best, finally I told her to surprise me. I love it. She was also very kind and patient with my indecisiveness.
I also received a new calling this past Sunday. I'm Second Counselor in the Primary program at church. Primary is the program for children between the ages of 3-11. I'm so very excited because I get to be with my children. Even though we homeschool and I am with them all the time, I can't seem to get enough of them, they might feel differently though. Sunday was my first day in my new calling and I was already put to work by conducting, it was fun. Now that we are in July, I am responsible for Sharing Time, so I get to come up with a lesson for the kids each Sunday this month.
Aside from sewing, I've developed a new hobby, genealogy. This past week, I found eight new family members from my mother's side of the family. I already had my great grandmother's information but I found her parents and siblings information, and marriage information for one of her brother's. I cannot find my grandfather's birth parents or if he had any siblings. I hope to find more about him soon.
This new endeavor in genealogy has me a bit emotional, especially not being able to find out more about my grandfather's family. I remember him, he was a big teddy bear and I remember a doll he gave me as a little girl before he passed away. Her body was crocheted in pink and white yarn, in one of her hands was a bottle attached that fit perfectly in her mouth. There was also a blanket crochet to the back of her so that the blanket wouldn't fall off, it wrapped around her to keep her warm.
It would be nice to find out who his parents were or if he had any siblings. All my mother's family has already passed away, so there is no one to ask. I wish I would've asked more questions when everyone was still around. But now I can find puzzle pieces along the way and put them together to create a bigger picture of my genealogy.
My patriarchal blessing mentions that there will come a time in my life when I will be engulfed in genealogy, it seems like that time has arrived.
UPDATE: So I talked to my father and I remember hearing the name Dotty as a child, Dotty (Dorothy) was my grandfather's sister. During the great depression, it was common to send boys to live in an orphanage because families were having a hard time. My grandfather was one of those boys. His parents kept his sister. My father said that my grandfather would often speak of the nuns who took care of him. One more step closer.
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