I am really short on time and need a post for tomorrow. I am going to repost my very first one with a couple of corrections because my family keeps growing.
Call me Emma. Actually Emma isn't my real name. I want to
be perfectly honest with all of you so I will let you know that Emma is
the name I use online to protect my privacy. I am not going to disclose
my real name.
Emma is a name I made up as a tribute to
both my mother and father who unfortunately are no longer with us. In
reality I am named after my parents. My first name is a feminine form of
my father's name. My middle name is my mother's nickname. Of course my
surname at birth was our family name. When I married I took the last
name of my husband and kept it even after we divorced.
I
have four beautiful children, three boys and one girl. I also have six
gorgeous and intelligent grandchildren and three perfect great-granddaughters. One thing I am proud of is that it seems that each
new generation is prettier and smarter than the one before it. There are
several step-grandchildren too and I love them all.
The
purpose of this blog is to tell the stories of my family. All are true
at least as much as can be according to the things I have been told and
as accurate as I remember them. If someone reads them and has a
correction to make I am receptive.
I read a long time
ago that we are what we come from. If that is true and I believe it is,
my offspring have a rich family gene pool to inherit. You can read their stories here.
Most
of these stories are happy ones. Some are even humorous. A few are sad.
All I am trying to do is make a written record for my children. They
have been after me for years to do this. I attempted many times to do
this but organization was beyond me. Perhaps blog form is what I was
looking for all along. I can tell a random story and it will not have to
relate to the ones around it
Mostly
I hope you enjoy the Leaves On My Tree. My family tree is full of
colorful leaves who led colorful lives. As you get to know each leaf you
will understand why my mother called me a "flibberty-gibbet". It was
meant lovingly by the way.
As a new reader to your blog, I welcome this re-introduction. Great idea!
ReplyDeleteI thought it might be time.
DeleteGlad to meet you again Emma!
ReplyDeleteThe pleasure is all mine.
DeleteI didn't realize that Emma isn't your real name, Emma, I mean Whoever You Are. Are you actually a burly cross-country truck driver named Chuck who used to be a professional wrestling champion named Lou Thesz before the operation turned you into Sheila, Queen of the burlesque circuit before the second operation and hormone therapy and hair restorer turned you back into Chuck so you could masquerade as Emma, Nebraska farm girl? My goodness, that idea was worthy of Yorkshire Pudding!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had all those personas. I actually did drive cross-country truck for a time. I did not wrestle but Lou Thesz would be one I would emulate if I did. I would not go through any surgery that I could avoid so a sex change would be out of the question. I really did grow up in Nebraska and lived on several farms. Your version of me does sound interesting though.
DeleteI love your blog name. Besides, it’s the only one I know, the only one I care about knowing, and the one that I associate with you, my friend. Even when I know someone’s “real” name, I usually call them by their blog name (on their blog, I mean) because it’s less confusing that way. I chose my name for the same reason you chose yours. Snowbrush is a Cascade Mountain shrub with shiny leaves that smell like cinnamon. It needs no other decoration, yet it has mountains of white flowers that look like scores of steeples, and are besieged by multitudes of bees. It’s seeds need fire to germinate, and they can wait for many, many years until a fire comes along. When I die, I would be pleased to have my ashes scattered among the snowbrush.
ReplyDeleteI see that you know my friend, Rhymes. He's a good man and I love him. We rarely agree about anything, but this fact doesn't make me love him less, it just makes him the more interesting to me, it being very hard to change my opinions or have my heart softened by people who agree with everything I say.
As for the purpose of your blog being what it is, is there anything that I need to do differently to better support you in that?
Thank you for telling about snowbrushes. They are something I wish to see. Your plans of having your ashes scattered among them is beautiful. I have been trying to decide where to have my ashes distributed but no place strikes me as perfect yet. Rhymes with plague has an interesting blog. I recommend it to any who have not read it. I also recommend yours. Both are thought provoking. I ask nothing in support of my blog other than people read it with open minds and hearts. As I said it is written for my offspring. I want them to know the stories of our family. Our family makes us who we are.
DeleteI love that your mother called you a flibberty gibbet! That reminds me of the song "Maria" from the Sound of Music!
ReplyDeleteI have my flighty moments. I am too impulsive for my own good sometimes.
DeleteThanks for this re-introduction, Emma. Although I am privileged to know your actual name and you know mine as well. I agree with you on the wiseness of using an alias for blog posting purposes especially as your blog is so personal in revealing details on your family. I'm sure your family will appreciate the legacy you are leaving them with the stories of your life and snippets of theirs as well.
ReplyDeleteThey have been after me for years to write a book. I have tried several times but the organization never comes out right. Blogging is ideal because I can write one little story at a time. It does not matter if I repeat myself because some of the stories are connected. And I have made some good friends as a bonus.
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