3/28/2021

 

Update 3/28/2021

There was an interesting zoom lecture this week that was sponsored by the library. It was about genealogy. Most of the focus was on navigating ancestry.com, and since I’d already done that, it wasn’t that helpful to me. But the librarians’ emails were added at the end of the program, so I emailed to see if they thought they might have information in their records about John and Dessie that could add anything to what I’d already found. I was totally surprised when someone wrote back a few days later with more facts. She made a plausible guess that the soldiers were buried at that plot because it was owned by the Henderson family, which owned a large local funeral home up until the 1950s. If an indigent person died and had no money for a proper burial, the funeral home could provide a space. She also suggested that I might want to come into the library to do a little more research, and I think I’d like that. But one mystery seems to be solved: why they are there.

I went downtown Thursday to meet friends for lunch. It was a lovely day, and the azaleas are at their peak. I was a little early, so I had a chance to sit in Telfair Square and enjoy the flowers and do some people watching. I also went to Forsyth where the blooms were gorgeous – pink, fuchsia, white, each more lovely than the next.

I also wandered over to the History Museum. I had let my membership lapse because of COVID, and when I tried to renew online, I couldn’t get it to accept my credit card. So I went in person.

I was able to get to the pool three times this week. I took my book and sat at the edge of the pool with my feet in the water. I even got in to swim back and forth a few times. Since Summer Breeze had no pool, I haven’t been swimming in more than a year. MP wasn’t that much fun for the last couple of years, either. This was a delight. ♫ I think I’m gonna like it here! ♪

My hair was getting too long and was sticking out all over the place again. It’s been this way for a couple of weeks, but I always put off getting a haircut until I really just can’t stand it any longer. I found a picture of Jamie Lee Curtis, and took that with me. This is what I want, I told Ashlyn. Well, it’s short, almost too short, and no one is going to mistake me for Jamie Lee. But I like it.

I was going to mention that I’d had the oil changed on the car, and I’d worked hard to get the pollen cleaned up on the porch so I could enjoy sitting out there again. But how boring can this be? Each time I threaten to discontinue this blog because I’ve nothing to say, the few loyal followers I have protest. But do you really want to listen me babble on about such mundane happenings?