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vmginny -> Ginny's Buzz Room (9/19/2009 11:37:47 PM)

My name is Ginny. I'm a middle age grandma of 3 and mother of 4. Don't have an empty nest yet as I still have a teenager at home and my oldest son and my granddaughter have moved in too. Sometimes my home gets quite hectic, sometimes my home is hell on earth, sometimes it is full of laughter and sometimes it is depressing. Guess some of you understand how that can be so.

This chat thread "The Buzz Room" is a place to chatter and let down your hair. The buzz is hopefully the noise of chatters posting humor, tears, news, opinions, etc.

Emotionally I need a place where people will come and chat with me. I love it when people share what's on their mind or just want to be humorous. A good laugh is always refreshing and uplifting. Don't we need a laugh at least once a day? And of course when something in life has hurt us it always helps to get a cyber hug or two.

Come on in and sit down for a minute or two. Your company is always welcome especially if you bring a refreshment to share.



magdaleine -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/19/2009 11:40:44 PM)

Cool, Ginny! I'm glad you've created this room. I hope it's constantly abuzz with chatter and encouragement.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/19/2009 11:44:50 PM)

Me too Maggie!

Even if it is just people who come in and say Howdy!

If you are reading this thread, please post a nice HOWDY and introduce yourself. I'd be glad to say a howdy back to you.



Bountiful -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/19/2009 11:49:13 PM)

Hi Ginny. My name is Edith and I think we met earlier.

Look forward to getting to know you better.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 12:08:33 AM)

My dad died this year. Major depression time for me. I missed him so bad. Oh I know he was 87 so he had had a good long and fulfilling life and it was only the last 3 months of his life that he was so sick it affected his being able to work.

Dad always worked. He was one of the type of people who had to stay busy. You know the type. They don't sit down and snuggle up to a good book because they've got to be doing instead of sitting except of course if he was eating peanuts and watching a good football game that was doing something.

Dad was a cartographer when cartography was using a table with big mirror like thingees that looked like goggles and maps that you could hold and read. He was before that a field surveyor and he surveyed the fields and lands of the mid-west walking in the bush and whatever else was out in the open field. He loved that part of his job using the surveying instruments and being out in the open. When I was 14 (I'm the 4th of 5 children) he came in from the field and went to work in Arlington, VA as a Cartographer. We moved from a mid-western state to the east. Big change. 1960's. Hippie movement was going on and being in Northern Virginia and in high school I saw it going on firsthand.

Oh on a side trip. Did you know my dad was in WWII? And that he was the first to land on Saipan in the Pacific Islands? He did the pre-surveying of the islands so the army would know what the land looked like before they invaded. He loved telling his war stories especially as he got older. His memory of that time became more and more fresh and on his mind. After he died I got the photo albums of the invasion, pictures I believe that weren't supposed to be taken of the invasion and the men and the daily things they did. I have an album of artwork a friend of his did of that time and an album of actual pictures.

When dad retired, mom and dad moved to Mississippi to a tree farm my granddad had. Course over the years dad had planted most of the trees himself while visiting his dad. It used to be a cotton farm. Small farm cotton farming is tough work and dad grew up working hard in hot weather. There were field hands of course but dad and his brother and his dad were out on the land farming the cotton too.

Now during retirement the land was covered with pine trees. Trees that were cut down when they were ready to be cut for pulp wood. Dad and mom were the first to be in the forestry business in Mississippi. Mom worked as a secretary and dad was a member. He was picked as tree farmer of the year one year. He bushhauled, trimmed, seeded, etc. everything that had to be done with tree farming until 3 months before he died at 87.

Like I said dad like to stay busy. And I miss him. I miss talking to him on the phone. I miss his WWII stories. I want to have him come up to me and kiss me on the cheek and give me a big bear hug.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 12:15:58 AM)

Hi Edith!

Thanks for posting in my thread. I met you over in Maggie's thread. You posted there right after I did I believe.



magdaleine -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 12:37:12 AM)

You were blessed to have your dad for so much of your life. My dad died when I was nine. I never got to hear his stories. I wonder what they would have been. It's really cool about your dad being a cartographer. I've looked at the original surveys of Manitoba and they are gorgeous maps, hand drawn and coloured in places with pencil crayon (I think). I think I could spend hours pouring through them. And that your dad talked about his war experiences? So cool. My dad was excused from the war because he had a special skill needed here at home but my mother's father was in the war. He never talked about it. I've heard that most veterans were/are like that so the fact that your dad did is awesome. I would love to hear/read any stories you remember and want to share.

My grandfather finally did talk about some of his experiences in one of my last times with him when he was still lucid. I had always thought he'd been a cook in the army and never saw any action but not so! He was on the front lines of the Battle of Britain, a gunner with anti-aircraft machinery on the south coast of Britain. I so wish there had been time to find out more. I would be eligible to ask for his military records and files--I wanted to about 25 years ago but the correct circumstance to do so hadn't yet occurred--so I should maybe looking into that again.

His family had lived in Worthing, not far from Brighton, both on the southern coast. Though he'd been born in Canada, he had siblings both older than him and younger than him who were born in England, and his parents and much of his family (10 siblings) were there during war time. His father, my great-grandfather, was a bit of a vain man, apparently. One time when the air raid sirens went off, he stopped in front of a very large wall mirror to straighten his hair before going to the shelter. The bomb hit while he was still there and he received a serious head wound that some of the family believes was what led to his death while the war was still going on.

He, my great-grandfather, was a great cyclist, won a national competition (a race cycling from one end of England to the other, diagonally) and the accompanying trophy just before World War I. It was immediately after receiving the trophy that the entire family moved to Canada and, because of the war, he held the trophy until the war was over. All that's to say that he knew bicycles and wasn't careless in his use of them. He rode his bike everywhere he went, collecting rents from his properties, etc. But one day, while driving in traffic, he was hit from behind by a truck, fell off the bicycle, was rushed to the hospital but died of his injuries. The truck driver swore he didn't hit him. Most likely what happened was that he had some sort of seizure as a result of that huge wall mirror hitting him in the head that day of the bomb. His being wounded by that mirror, however, saved the life of his infant grandson in the pram. His daughter heard the breaking of the mirror and so paused to see what had happened. While she did so, the ceiling fell right where she and the pram would have been had she not paused.

Thanks again for sharing about your dad. {{{{{{{{{Ginny}}}}}}}}}



cherish405 -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 12:50:13 AM)

*Trish steps forward*.

My name is Trish, and I'm a huggaholic. Here's a sample of my hugs.

((((((((((((((((((((GINNY)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

((((((((((((((((((((MAGGIE)))))))))))))))))))))))))

((((((((((((((((((((EDITH)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

I like what you've done with the place, Ginny. Here's some flowers.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 12:50:29 AM)

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You were blessed to have your dad for so much of your life. My dad died when I was nine. I never got to hear his stories.
I never thought of myself as blessed before. Never thought of it that way but compared to losing him at 9 I was.

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My dad was excused from the war because he had a special skill needed here at home
That's cool. What was his special skill?

Your comment reminded me of something dad said. He was stationed at Fort Leonard Wood and when they found out he had surveying skills they called him out of basic training there and sent him to a specialized training in VA for surveyors that's how he ended up surveying the islands. He had two years of college before he got drafted into WWII. He never did return after the War. Well he did but he was married by then with children and it was too difficult.

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I would be eligible to ask for his military records and files
Mom knows dad's id number. She had to verify his war record for dad to be buried with a US flag and to have a special gravestone for his grave.

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He, my great-grandfather, was a great cyclist, won a national competition (a race cycling from one end of England to the other, diagonally) and the accompanying trophy just before World War I
You know some neat stuff about your great grandfather. A cyclist, that's is great to know. Thanks for sharing. I loved reading your stories including the pram incident. Maggie I hope that I will be able to share and write as good as you do.

Thanks again for giving us a peek into your life and your family history.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 12:57:39 AM)

(((((((((TRISH))))))))

Howdy Trish! Nice to see you visit me here. Come and again anytime. We can always use a hug.

LOL, loved your post.[:D]

A Tiger Hug To You



cherish405 -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 1:44:19 AM)

Well, thankyou!

I'm just here trying to catch up on some of my threads. I'm so far behind that it's not funny. Joan will be using the computer soon, so I'm trying to make the most of it before I hand it over.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 2:28:08 AM)

You are most welcome. Come by anytime.



cherish405 -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 11:36:56 AM)

Thanks Ginny.

I hope you have a great day.



A-Mighty-Oak -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 2:11:37 PM)

Hi Ginny, I found out about your thread from the message that you sent me. I am here and when this posts, I will be subscribed here as well.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 2:42:23 PM)

Thanks Mike. Hope you come by often.

The Indian Chief

An old Cherokee Indian was speaking to his grandson:

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil--he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is good -- he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too."

The grandson thought about it for a long minute, and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee replied simply, "The one you feed."



A-Mighty-Oak -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 2:44:17 PM)

Good one Ginny!



magdaleine -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 5:12:06 PM)

I like your Cherokee story!

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That's cool. What was his special skill?
He was a millwright. "A millwright performs installations and repair work on large industrial machines, especially the equipment that is used in manufacturing facilities and machinist shops. He or she usually decides where big equipment will go in a facility, oversees the installation process, assembles parts, conducts test runs, and fine tunes finished jobs. When a machine stops working properly, the factory will call on a millwright to troubleshoot, make repairs, and replaced damaged parts. Professionals occasionally specialize with certain types of machinery, though most have a very broad understanding of many different kinds of equipment, from large electricity generators to wind turbines to assembly line robots." http://www.wisegeek.com/what-does-a-millwright-do.htm

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Mom knows dad's id number. She had to verify his war record for dad to be buried with a US flag and to have a special gravestone for his grave.
That's cool. No one thought to do that for my grandfather.

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You know some neat stuff about your great grandfather. A cyclist, that's is great to know. Thanks for sharing. I loved reading your stories including the pram incident.
Thanks, Ginny. I've spent years, on and off, collecting family stories. It's fun to do and easy too. You start connecting with your oldest relatives and ask them questions. They don't need a whole lot of prompting before they're off and running with stories. I either took notes while they talked or recorded them talking. On occassion I would write notes the moment I left their places. I'm so glad I did that because most of the people I got stories from are now dead but I still have their stories and, in some cases, have their voices telling the stories.

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Maggie I hope that I will be able to share and write as good as you do.
Thanks for thinking I write well. I had a very good teacher in grades nine and ten to whom I owe much in the area of writing. But we also get better at writing as we write. Write, write, write! It doesn't have to be polished. Just keep writing--whatever you want. Another excellent way to improve one's writing skills is to read a lot--especially good authors and those writing in the genre you like to write. I do little practice things too. When I see something particularly striking, I will stop and write down a description of it. If an interesting turn of a phrase catches my thoughts, I write it down. I sit and watch people and describe them--their mannerisms, the way they're dressed, the way they interact with those around them. If I don't have something with me for writing (but I always do), I think of a few words or short phrases that I'll remember to write down later. I search for unique ways to express and describe something. I think these give us practice in description and also helps our observational skills.

I see no reason why you can't do the same. Carry a little notepad with you and a pen. Think about words, use them, play with them, experiment with them, read them and write them.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 5:37:18 PM)

I'm journaling Maggie. I have a journal that I'm writing in and I try to write in it daily. I want to get another notebook or more as well to keep notes when I read the bible, to write notes when I'm reading a book, to tell my daily life. This thread too will help me in communicating more effectively. I do wish to communicate better and tell stories. Sometimes I will share things like The Indian Chief that I think are humorous that I find on the Internet. Or maybe a link or a picture.

Like this Funny Road Sign or this ONE



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 5:59:42 PM)

The computer at my house that I used to use is dead. It isn't mine or I'd send it in to be fixed. My oldest son bought it years ago when he first started living again in our house. And he makes sure we know that it IS HIS computer so I'm not interested in fixing this computer. We do have two laptops in the home but they belong to my sons. My 17 year old bought his himself with money he earned mowing lawns and he doesn't want to share. My 31 year old won't share either. For some reason they feel it is ME...that causes the computers to crash something about what I download off the Net I suppose.

My dear wonderful daughter WILL let me use her computer. Course it does help that I offer FREE babysitting to her kids, no problem, I like her kids, my grandchildren, most of the time it's a breeze to watch them. Excepting of course the time the youngest who is 6 threw a rock at the front picture window and cracked it or the time the oldest was playing baseball with my 17 year old and broke the patio door (French Doors). Now I figured out it is less expensive to watch the grandkids at THEIR house and have the use of a computer.

My daughter works this weekend and the boys are at their dad's house while she is working so I have the house to myself which I absolutely love and THE COMPUTER which I love even more. Last night I was playing rummikub till 3 am when I finally dragged myself off to bed. Was surprised I made it to church this morning and paid attention to the sermon. Good sermon. All about Proverbs 8 & 9 and Wisdom and Fools and the Simple. Sure hope I'm following the wisdom lady.

Guess what I did after church? I paid a short visit home rediscovered why I like being alone at my daughter's house and came back over to her house. I hate snide comments and hubby was being snide. They make me feel guilty and tense full of stress and depressed.

So I came back to my daughter's house and started playing rummikub. That online game is addictive. I love playing and I love meeting new people and getting to know them and chatting with them. I unlocked the door of course when I came into my daughter's house and didn't relock it. After 3 hours of playing rummikub and having a good time conversing with new friends I hear a noise. The door to the house is being opened, I'm back in the bedroom where the computer is and I wonder who is coming in without knocking or ringing the doorbell. Could it be my husband?

I rush to the front of the house and see a shape going into the garage that is off the kitchen which is right next to the dining room. Slam...the door. Now I'm in a even bigger hurry. All I can think about is I'm going to catch whoever it is. And I open the garage door and out pops my 17 year old son, we wrestle together laughing because he did scare me when he POP OUT. Whew! It's a good thing it was him and not a stranger. My son said he wanted to get away from our house too so came over to see me. It was a short visit but a nice one.



magdaleine -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 7:24:46 PM)

I love the signs, Ginny! I cackled loudly at the second one.

LOL at your son suprising you! I'm sure glad your daughter lets you use her computer. I hate snide comments too.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 10:26:55 PM)

"Meaning pull your panties out. ;) don't take things too seriously. They only cause acid reflux ;)"

That was one of my son's reactions to my statement about snide comments. I have 3 sons and this one is 25 years old. The men in my family are always telling me that I take things too seriously after they've been snide or crude or vulgar. And I can't post the words they said because CW will not like them. How do you show grace under fire? Rejoice and be glad?

HOW?


It is through grace that God works effective change in our hearts and lives. God's laws in themselves do not have the power to make us what we should be. It takes God Himself, working in the human life, to make us what we ought to be. At every step, we are dependent on God's life and power to come to us and work within our hearts, if we want to be what God wants and do what He wants.



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 10:34:40 PM)

Help! I'm floundering!



Bountiful -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 11:15:00 PM)

Hi Ginny; why are you floundering?

Can I help?

I really enjoyed you taking about your Dad and Maggie's stories about her grandfather etc.

I really don't know much about my grandparents or great-grandparents. I've asked my Mom and she said she never thought to ask her parents about stuff and my Dad's gone now.

Sorry things are difficult at home. Glad your daughter let's you use her house as a retreat from all that.



leah777 -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/20/2009 11:36:15 PM)


Hi Ginny! [:D]

That was funny about your son scaring you . . tho I might have strangled him right after I hugged him [sm=biggrin.gif]

Interesting stories you guys are telling. I am too tired to think of anything to say tonight, so I'll just enjoy reading for a few days [:)]



vmginny -> RE: Ginny's Buzz Room (9/21/2009 1:05:58 AM)

God's Design Of The Family The Christian Man

Whether within his family, in the Church, or in his secular job, the man is to set an example of Godliness and adherence to God's Word. "If each Christian man made a commitment to serve God to his utmost capability, God would glorify him and bless these efforts."

Christian men must be examples "to their families". If he sets a perverted example or refuses to lead within the family unit, this action, like a disease, spreads to all the family members. If you have bad habits, if you curse, if you are a slob, your family will follow that example of leadership whether you want them to or not. The children of alcoholics are often alcoholics themselves. The children of child abuse will usually abuse their own children. A foolish and unthinking commander often puts his troops in harm's way by poor action or pitiful inaction.


I flounder because my husband leads my household in a perverted way. He thinks vulgar language is just fine and supports his sons use of it. He does not read the bible nor does he know what is in the bible for man to follow so his opinion which is a huge influence in our home is worldly yet he is POSITIVE in his relationship with God that he is fine and does not need to change so repentance or the ability to see a difference in the world vs. God's world is darkened.

I flounder because snide comments and bullying communication is common and it depresses me. Yet he is not a BAD man. He is not a womanizer nor a beater of women or children. He is usually calm, gregarious, easy to talk to but oh when he opens his mouth to once again say something filthy I cringe and suffer mentally. He's taught our 3 sons that pornography is fine because you know the womanly body is God's creation and a beautiful body it is. He is a slob and teaches these slob habits to his sons, 2 of which still live with us along with their friends (2 more). Because of frustration I've become a slob as well and I flounder having good cleaning habits. I hate my home.

I've posted before in this thread what I found on Grace that it is God at work in us. I flounder because I need this God given Grace flowing abundantly in my life and it's not doing that right now. I am trying to stand against the remarks, the language, the ungodliness and to gain back motivation to clean my home in more than one way but I flounder.



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