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Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Pretend You Are a Time Traveler Day

December is moving right along and it’s time for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun with Randy Seaver. I suggested this week’s topic after I saw it mentioned in a magazine:

Here is this week’s challenge:

A)  Genea-Blogger Linda Stufflebean noted that December 8th is “Pretend You Are a Time Traveler Day.”  Today’s challenge is:  Where would you go? Would you choose a person, place or event in the past or travel into the future? Would you remain an observer or would you actively participate?”

I have to say that I’d choose my paternal grandfather, George Sabo, to visit around the end of the 1920s, which would be just before the Great Depression and before he became ill.

He was born George Kucharik on 24 May 1893 in the small town of Delano, Schuylkill, Pennsylvania, the son of Stephen Kucharik and Mary Kacsenyak. His father socially changed the family name to Sabo in the early 1900s. Why? No idea!

I consider him an ancestor, not a more modern relative, because he died on Thanksgiving Day 1936 of tuberculosis when my dad was only ten years old. Therefore, I never knew him.

I think I would only observe him for a couple of reasons. First, whenever a movie/show comes on that involves time travel, the thought is out there about accidentally changing history and I wouldn’t want to do that.

Second, most of the time, a genealogy wish to meet an ancestor is accompanied by lots of questions. I wouldn’t have many questions to ask since he was born in Pennsylvania and never knew any of his grandparents, who remained in today’s Slovakia and my Nana told me about him.

By all accounts, George was a wonderful man, devoted to Nana and my dad (who was an only child), hardworking to achieve the American dream of better lives and a caring friend and neighbor.


My grandparents, c1918

I have quite a few photos of my paternal grandfather, but time traveling to be able to observe his every day life would cement in my mind all the positive stories I was told.

Thanks, Randy, for this week’s challenge.

 

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: My Thanksgiving Day

We’ve reached the end of November and today’s challenge from Randy Seaver for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun is right on target, given that it’s Thanksgiving weekend in the U.S.:

A)  We all need to document some of the special moments in our lives so we can recall them, or our descendants can learn more about us.  Today’s question is “What was your Thanksgiving Day like this year?”

I miss the holidays of past years when my mother-in-law Ruby  was still with us! My sister-in-law, Ruby and I would trade holidays. It worked out really well because one hosted Thanksgiving, one hosted Christmas and one had the year off.

Now, my sister-in-law and I just trade holidays with no “off” year. Of course, there are extra hands as we help each other, but, basically, one of us does 95% of the work when it’s our turn.

This year, it was my turn to host Thanksgiving Day. The family is small, as there are just six of us.

One thing I have to admit is that we’ve both got the routine of the day down pat since we each have one of the yearly holidays.

I started defrosting the turkey on Saturday, the 19th, and still had to soak it in cool water the day before because it was hard as a rock. I prepared the veggies on Tuesday since they keep well.

The rest of the food was lined up on Wednesday ready to cook on Thursday.

I was in the kitchen by 5:30 a.m. on Thursday, baking the breakfast casserole. Then came stuffing the turkey, which was still a bit of a job because there was a hunk of ice still inside the turkey, even after the refrigerator thawing for five days and the soaking in the water in the sink.

The family came over in the morning to enjoy the bacon and egg casserole. Then everyone (except my son and me) parked themselves in front of the TV for the games.

We tend to eat our meal a bit early – 2:00 p.m. – and all was ready.

The menu included all the staples – turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, carrots, green beans and fruit salad. A couple of hours after the meal, everyone enjoyed either pumpkin or French Silk (chocolate) pie.

Everyone left around 6:00 p.m., but I had already cleaned up, made plates of leftovers to go, washed several loads of dishes and put everything away.

After that, it felt good to sit down and do nothing!

There is a great benefit, though, to hosting the meal, as tonight we’ll be having leftovers so there is nothing to cook. 🙂 That’s my kind of meal.

All of this is a bit tongue in cheek, as it was really nice having everyone together for the holiday. With the younger family members still working, we don’t see a lot of them even though we live in the same town.

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Early Childhood Memories

We’re at the last weekend before Thanksgiving Day and somehow my free time has evaporated. However, there is always time for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun with Randy Seaver on Genea-Musings.

Here is this week’s challenge:

A)  What is one of your most vivid childhood memories? Was it family, friends, places, events, or just plain fun?  Your first memory?  Your most fun memory?

My earliest memory is when I was four years old. My parents had a highboy dresser in their bedroom and, at my age, I couldn’t reach items that were placed on top of it. I have no memory of what it was I wanted to get – hand mirror or keys or ???

However, since there were no chairs near by, I came up with the ingenious idea of opening the bottom drawer, then the next lowest drawer, etc. so I could use the drawers to get high enough to reach the top of the dresser.

The bottom drawer was fine, then I stepped into the second drawer. It was just about then that I felt the dresser begin to tip over. I jumped off and the dresser never fell.

I also think that Mom didn’t send me into that room to retrieve anything for her because I still have a clear memory of the relief I felt that she didn’t know what I had been doing!

Back in the old days when I grew up, pre-school wasn’t really in existence. My parents did try to provide me with some what we’d call enriching experiences. My next earliest memory was also from when I was about 4 years old.

Mom decided to enroll me in tap dancing lessons. I Loved the tap shoes and the little leotard outfit that I wore, but when Mom and I arrived for my first lesson, I just remember being overwhelmed and I refused to join the class.

Mom said she took me back several times, but I never would participate. I distinctly remember the black shoes with the thick silver cleats because those shoes were still in the closet years later. When I found them, they were still shiny brand new and, try as I did, my feet were way too big to fit in them.

I don’t know for sure where the dance school was, but I am guessing it was Dotty Locker’s in downtown Passaic, where, five years later, I happily took acrobatic lessons.

The last clear memory I have before I started kindergarten happened the summer my little brother was born. I wasn’t home when my parents brought him home from the hospital.

Instead, Aunt Barbara took the train from Boston to Passaic, collected me and then we took the train back to Boston. It was summer time, so that meant we all went up to Little Sebago Lake in Maine to spend time at the camp.

I don’t remember when I got home or even meeting my little brother. I do ave memories of holding him as an infant, but those are probably a combination of all the times I did hold him.

I was actually thrilled to have a little brother!

That’s it for my early memories. Thanks, Randy, for this week’s challenge.