Madhouse

It was a madhouse at work today, I tell ya.  A madhouse. 

See, the powers that be decided that A and C shift both needed to work at the same time.  Two full shifts.  Together.  In one plant.  There were so many people in there when I went to walk to the throne room, I felt like I needed Moses' staff so I could part the person sea.  It was noisy and chaotic, and I don't do well in noisy chaos.  But Supervisor told me, "Let's just have a good day, then you can enjoy your Saturday and Sunday, and have a nice Easter holiday." 

That's what I did.  I kept a positive attitude -- or tried to, at least --and soon it was time to go enjoy my two day weeken.....aaaaaaand here comes C shift production manager.  "Can you work tomorrow?" 

Of course, I said yes.  I can't turn down overtime, because you never know when they're going to say that's it, no more overtime. You have to get it while you can.  On the other hand, a little bird whispered to me not to make any plans for the next few Fridays, so they're not cutting it out completely just yet. 

The good news is, I don't have to be in until 5:00 AM on Saturdays, so I can sleep in!  Yay!

Even more Yay-ish, I got my tax refund today.  It wasn't as much as I used to get when I was Head of Household and had a dependent, but it was more than I got last year.  I promptly paid 2/3 of said refund on my credit card, and moved the other 1/3 into a separate savings account.  The outside of my house needs painting, and some rotten boards need to be replaced.  I'm saving up to have that done later this summer. 

And the Yay-est of all, Squeaky is looking so much better these days.  She seems more alert, less uncomfortable, and her appetite has really increased.  She seems to be gaining weight, and has started washing her face again.  She still needs a bath, but I'm going to wait until it's a little warmer for that.  I don't want her to get a chill after all she's been through the last few months.

Not so Yay-ish-- one of these dogs has gas, and it's pretty rank.  It must be Rylea, because Jesse is scared of his. 

Finally, I know you've been waiting with baited breath to find out what was wrong with Paw Paw's profile.  Did you figure it out? 

All right, all right, I won't keep you in suspense any more.  Look at the dates.  Trader John was born in 1735 and died in 1794.  The first permanent photograph wasn't taken until 1826.  Pictures of the quality and clarity of the one in the profile didn't come along until the mid to late 1800s.  The man in the photograph couldn't possibly be Paw Paw Benge. 

I started to unlink the photo from the profile, but I'm hesitant to do so-- simply because it's a fascinating picture, and I want to find out who that man is.  It's possible he may be a descendant of Trader John, or it could just be a random photo from the internet archives or something. 

There is a guy at work whose nickname for me is White Woman  -- which I am totally OK with, oh, by the way.  Only, now that I've found out I have some Cherokee ancestry, I'm going to have to tell him to call me Mostly White Woman.  Or maybe Off-White Woman.

Or White Woman Who Needs More Sleep.  That could be my Cherokee name. 

It fits. 

Still Rough

I woke up this morning hoping today would be a better day than yesterday.  It was, but barely.  Yesterday was chaos.  Complete and utter chaos.  It was one of those days when absolutely nothing went right.   Orders were short, parts were wrong, group leader was in a tizzy.  Chaos, I tell you.  Chaos. 

After my group leader had called my name for the 783,780,965th time, I told her, "You have exceeded your annual allotment for calling my name."  She said, "Annual allotment?  What's that?"  Sigh...After she'd called my name 492 more times, I told her she was already in arrears for next year.  And I had to explain what it meant to be in arrears...this is why I don't joke with my coworkers.  The jokes kind of fall flat when you have to explain them. 

Moving right along...

All my life, I've thought I was as white as white can be.  Scandanavian and North European ancestry was all I could lay claim to.  Finding out I have Cherokee in my lineage came as much of a surprise to me as to anyone.  It's been interesting exploring that side of my family.  Last night, I got quite a shock when this popped up in my app.

Wait, what?  Sequoyah?  THE Sequoyah?  Apparently so.  If the site is correct, he is my great great great great great uncle.  Or something like that.  That's almost as impressive as having Ragnar Lodbrok in my line. 

On the other hand, I found this: 

Can you spot what's wrong with it?  I'll give you a moment...

While you're thinking, I'm a bit confused.  If John Benge is my 6th great grandfather, and he is Sequoyah's father, how is Sequoyah my 6th great uncle?  Wouldn't that make him my 5th great uncle?  This stuff can be so confusing. 

Have you figured out what's wrong with Paw Paw's profile yet?  Go ahead and answer.  For those of you who are stumped, I'll reveal the answer in the next blog post. 

Well, the entire plant has to work tomorrow.  It's no skin off my nose, because I'd signed up for overtime anyway, but some people are pretty upset about it.  I supposed I would be too, if I'd already made plans to spend that day with family -- doing whatever. 

If I were the kind to make plans, or had family nearby, or had anything resembling a life of any kind...

Rough Week

It's been rough at work these last two days.  Really rough.  Parts wrong.  Orders not ready when we needed them.  Entire coils needing to be reworked.  Lots and lots of people absent...

I'd planned on blogging last night, but I just wasn't up to it.  I was too tired. 

I was going to show you all my new clocks in their places on the walls, and the other spaces, and discuss some of the plans and hopes I'd had for them.  Maybe I'll get around to that this weekend.  For now, I'll just show you the rooster clock out of its package. 

That's about all I have for today.  I just wanted you all to know I'm still alive.  Maybe something interesting will happen soon, and I can write a real post. 

Until then...

Goodnight. 

And Away We Go

It is officially Spring, and I'm so ready to get out in the yard and plant stuff.  I'm still holding back on that, because of the threat of a late frost. 

I almost bought some moss roses yesterday while I was in the store, but didn't.  I looked all over the garden center yesterday for a chupacabra -- known to normal people as a calibrachoa -- to put into one of my hanging baskets, but found this one instead.  It's a brachiosaur. 

Known to normal people as a bacopa. 

I was going to plant it in this hanging basket, but when I got it down, I found something was already growing in it. 

The bad part is, I can't remember what I'd planted in here last, so I have no idea what that is.  I think I have another hanging basket out in the shop.  I just didn't go out there and get it.  Oh, and after I'd checked out and was leaving the store, I found the chupacabras -- by the front doors.  I still might get one after the heat kills off my violas.

I was going to get up and put my weed & feed down this morning, but decided not to because of the threat of impending storms.  Wouldn't you know it, not a drop of rain.  It got dark and windy, but no rain fell.  I'm going to spread it tomorrow, and with my luck, it'll be a torrential down pour all day.

BTW, you know you keep ridiculous hours when you wake up at 4:00 AM and think that is sleeping in. 

No further comment on that.

You will all be pleased to know that I got my taxes done, and my head did not explode. 

I spent most of the rest of the day playing around on Ancestry.com and Familysearch.org.  I found an even closer connection to Scotland.  Seems my 6th great grandfather was born there, and moved to America.  He began trading with the Cherokee Indians, and eventually married a Cherokee woman.  Their granddaughter is my great grandmother Carrie Dean, after whom my sister Deana is named. 

I've also found that I had an ancestor who fought in the American Revolution, one who fought in the War of 1812, ancestors who fought on both sides of the Civil War, and of course, my Pappaw fought in WWI, my dad in WWII and Korea. 

Really, I found more than one ancestor who fought in the Revolution, and one even served under George Washington himself.  I just have to remember where I saw that.

Friday Post

Easter has kind of snuck up on me this year.  Oh, I knew it was April 1, but in my mind, April was still in some far and distant future.  The way I discovered it is not is as follows.

I got to work bright and early this morning, and since they were opening up a C shift version of the line I normally work on, I headed upstairs to run off some production schedules.   While I was up there, I picked up the clipboard to sign up for next weekend. 

C shift production manager was in his office, so I asked him why they'd changed the policy.  Why could A shift people no longer work on Saturdays?  He said it was because they had lots of people signing up for Saturdays, and hardly anyone signing up for Sundays.  They were trying to get more people working on Sundays. 

That's kind of what I thought it was.  He told me if I wanted to work Saturday, to talk to my production manager, but no, I'm OK with working Sundays.  I asked him, "Why can't I sign up for next Sunday?  See, they have it marked out." 

He replied, "We're not running next Sunday."

I said, "Oh, yeah, next Sunday is Easter.  I forgot."

Wait, what?  Next Sunday is Easter?  Easter is next Sunday??????

I immediately dropped the clipboard and rushed around the office in a panic, screaming, "I've got to buy the candy!! Candy!! Easter candy!  Got to buy the candy!!!"

OK, I didn't really do that, but I guess when your kids are grown and gone, you kind of forget about these things.  After work, I went to the store, and I picked up a bit of Easter candy.  I wasn't going to buy Peeps, since I'd gotten that plush Peep last year,

but as I was walking down the aisle, I saw them.  "It just doesn't seem like Easter without Mammaw's Peeps."  So I bought a package of them.

For those of you who may be new to this blog, when I was a kid, every year my Mammaw would buy us all a package of marshmallow Peeps.  I don't really like Peeps, but I always ate them.  Now that I'm an adult, I still don't really like Peeps, but I buy a package every year, thinking of my Mammaw.  It makes me feel closer to her.

OK, back to where I was before I got distracted by candy...

Upstairs...production office... right.  I hung the clipboard back on its peg and began running off the work schedules.  B shift production manager was in his office wrapping up his shift, and C shift production manager was in his office preparing to begin his day.   Suddenly, the radio crackled and both men got up and rushed out the door.  I went downstairs, and here comes a B shift supervisor and a C shift supervisor flying up the aisle.  I asked a coworker who had a radio if she knew what was going on.  She said there was a fight in the parking lot. 

I didn't go out there, figuring it would be all over by the time I got all the way to the parking lot.  Someone told me out later it was a father and a son going at it.  As one of my coworkers said, people can't just discuss their problems calmly, and now they've both just lost their jobs.

Speaking of calm, since it is almost April, I've got to do my taxes this weekend.  Funny how when you know you're getting that big refund, you want to do them early.  But once your kids are grown and gone, and you no longer file Head of Household with dependents, you put it off later and later. 

So, basically, if you hear someone's head exploding some time tomorrow, it'll just be me. 

What I Really Wanted

This is the clock I really wanted when I ordered that station clock a couple of weeks ago.  It arrived today, and I got so excited to show you that I took the picture before I even took it out of the package.

It is gorgeous!  I think it will look just right in my living room.  I'm going to try to get it hung this weekend, since I will actually get a weekend this weekend.

Oh, yeah, as of today, A shift will no longer be allowed to work on Saturdays.  We will have to sign up for Fridays and Sundays.  When Supervisor told me, I said, "When does that start?"  He said, "Today."  I said, "Well, heck, if I'd known that, I'd have signed up for Sunday instead of Saturday." 
 
My friend has a membership on Ancestry.com.  After I'd posted about finding my first ancestor to come to America, we started talking about geneology and stuff.  She is really into it.  She got on Ancestry started a family tree for me.  However, when I tried to edit or even see the leaves, it said I had to have a membership.  I went ahead and signed up, thinking I'd just cancel it after my two week free trial.   Then I started checking out the ancestry hints.  Holy cow, the information they had!  I saw my grandfather's World War I draft card. There were census records, and marriage records.  I may trade my cable subscription for an Ancestry.com membership.  It's way more entertaining.  Not to mention cheaper.

BTW, I think I may have found an earlier ancestor.  I was following my maternal great grandmother's line on Family Search, and found some Cherokee Indians in there.  I'd always thought the Cherokee was on my dad's side, but apparently, that's something else I was mistaken about.  

Once I've cross referenced and confirmed on Ancestry, I'll post more about that.  

Ancestry

I'm in this Native Texans group on Facebook, and recently one member asked the question, "How far back can you trace your Texas roots?  I knew that the first of my ancestors to move to Texas was Abraham Winfree, so I started doing a little digging.  According to my dad's memoirs, Abraham was born in 1801 in Louisiana, which at the time would have still belonged to France.  This would have made him a French citizen.   I did a DuckDuckGo search and came up with this little gem.

(1801-1865) A native of Louisiana, Abraham Winfree first came to present Orange County in 1830. He purchased land by 1831, and in 1833 brought his wife Millie and their five children to Texas. Their homestead on Cow Bayou was near the Opelousas Trail (La Bahia Road), an important early Texas travel route. Winfree made his living as a rancher, cattle drover, shingle maker, and logger. The Winfree home was the site of an election in November 1836 in which Claiborne West was elected to represent local citizens in the Congress of the Republic of Texas. The following year, Winfree was appointed county commissioner for his precinct. Eventually, the community that grew up in this area became known as Winfree. Abraham Winfree died in 1865 and was buried on his homestead in the same family graveyard where his wife Millie was interred. He requested that no stone be placed on his grave, and it remains unmarked. The cemetery became known as Winfree No. 1 after another family graveyard was established in the area. Winfree descendants continue to reside in Orange County. The community which still bears his name is testimony to the life of this pioneer Texas settler.

The whole thing got me interested in my ancestry again, so I started doing a little more research.  I found a site called Geni.com, and by looking at other people's work, I found what I believe to be my first ancestor to come to America.  He was a man named William Winfrey (Winfree) who was born in England in 1625, and died in Jamestown Virginia in 1650.

I started to make my own account on that page, but quickly found out that even though it claims to be free, if you actually want to do anything on the site, you have to pay for it.  Then a friend reminded me of the site run by the LDS church called Family Search, which really is free.  I'd started an account on that site a few years ago, but hadn't been back to it in a while.  I logged in and to my delight, much more information had been added since I'd last visited.  I quickly found myself and the tree I'd started.

I saw the little arrows that mean there is more information there, so I started clicking.

I found Great Grandpa Joe, and Great-Great Grandpa Abraham, and Great-Great-Great Grandpa Philip. And I kept on clicking...

When I got to a dead end, I just went to the next arrow down, and kept on clicking.

And clicking,

Even though I'd long since passed any names I recognized, I was still enjoying seeing the trail of my ancestry as it went back through to England.

And suddenly, there it was -- the Scottish ancestry I was so sure of, but had had no proof

...until  now.

There he was, Alexander Alistair Crottach MacCloud.  I wondered why he was born in a castle, so I clicked some more,

And some more.

Wait, did that say 4th chief?  Yes, it did.  This was getting interesting, now.  I kept on clicking.

Soon I came to a second chief, then a first chief.

I kept on going.

Wait, did that say "king"?  Yep, I'm descended from a king.

I noticed the names were sounding more Norse, which is to be expected, since the Vikings settled Scotland.  This was getting interesting again.

Click...

Another king, and this time, one with a name I recognized, Harold Bluetooth.

Seriously???? Harold Bluetooth is my ancestor???  I was getting excited, now,

And that's when I saw it.

ARE YOU @#$%***  KIDDING ME???????  By this time, I was pounding the arm of my chair and scaring the dogs shouting words that ought not be coming out of any good Christian woman's mouth.

One more click, and there it was:

Do you see it?  Do you see it?  RAGNAR LODBROK IS MY ANCESTOR!!!!!!

The very first time I watched the TV show Vikings, I literally went up and hugged the TV, saying, "My people!  I've found my people!"  Now, if the site is accurate -- and it believe it probably is, since the Mormon church takes this stuff very seriously -- and this guy is really my ancestor, that gesture was more than just symbolic.  The really are my people.

See, I told you my ancestors were Vikings!

Then, just for grins, I started checking out my mother's side of the family.  There's not nearly as much in her tree, but I did find this little gem:

Aaand, I'm descended from Ragnar Lodbrok on her side, too, from one of Sigurd's other children.  He had a bunch of them.  Also, Rollo, the Viking of Normandy.  I didn't do all the screen shots of that, since this post is already getting a bit tedious.  But it was there.

And somewhere in there is some Irish ancestry as well.  I knew I had it in me.  I just didn't know where.

I Have Returned

To the land of the living, that is.  So, the big question was, would I feel well enough to go to work today?  We would soon see...

The alarm went off bright and early.  Well, early.  There is nothing bright at 3:30 AM.  I rolled over to turn it off, and the room didn't roll with me.  I rolled back over, then back over again, just to be sure.  The room didn't roll, so I took a chance and sat up.  The room stayed upright.

That seemed to be a clear sign that I should get up and go to work.  I still feel a little weak, and occasionally light headed, but not like I was about to pass out -- the way I felt yesterday.  I made it through the work day and even put gas in my car on the way home.

That's really about all I have to talk.  Oh, except that the Charmin shiney hiney jingle was my earworm all day.

Fun, huh?

The Better Part

I'd been feeling down the last couple of days.  I'd attributed it to allergies, as one day, my eyes felt swollen and irritated.  However, I got up in the middle of the night last night to use the bathroom, and as I sat up on the side of my bed, the entire room turned sideways.  I had to lay back down for a moment, for the room to right itself. 

I made my deposit into the porcelain bank, and lay back down.  I rolled over, and the room rolled over with me.  I thought briefly that I ought to call in sick, but didn't.  I figured it would pass, so I got up and went to work as usual.  I kept expecting to feel better, but I felt worse as the day went on.  Every time I turned to pick up a part, the plant turned with me.  By 6:30, I'd already made 7 mad dashes to the bathroom, so I decided to take the better part of valor and come on home. 

I told Supervisor, "I've got to go", and by the time I made it to my car, I felt so bad I was crying.  If you know me at all, then that will tell you how very badly I felt.  I needed to get gas, but said it could wait.  I needed to go pay my house note, too, but said it could wait.  I needed to go to the store, but said it could wait until Monday. 

I came straight home and got into the bed.  About 3 hours and 47 trips to the bathroom later, I felt well enough to sit up and eat a bowl of oatmeal, some leftover chicken salad, and two Klondike bars.  I moved to the recliner and caught up on Survivor and NCIS.  I'm starting to feel a little bit better.  The mad dashes to the bathroom have tapered off, but I still feel weak and dizzy headed.  I signed up to work overtime tomorrow, but if I still feel lightheaded in the morning, I may just take that point and take another day off. 

On the bright side, my Whatever Cactus is blooming again.

It's an absolutely beautiful day outside -- warm, but not too hot, and sunshiney.  It'd be a great day to work out in the yard, if I weren't stuck inside being sick. 

On the other hand, if I weren't sick, I'd be at work, so I still wouldn't be able to enjoy the outside.

Whiskers On Wednesday

I know, it's been a while since I've done a WOW post, but it occurred to me that I probably ought to start doing them again.  I realized I might not have that much longer...

These last few months, she's really started to show her age.  I've started to ask myself, "How do you know when it's time to let a cat go?"  I realize I already know the answer.  When you're even starting to ask the question, it's probably time. 

 As long as she doesn't seem to be suffering, I'm going to keep her with me, but the question is always there.  Always in the back of my mind, and I know my time with her is getting short.

She can still give a wicked stink eye, though. 

And she kind of scares me a little...

On a similar note, I ordered more snake food for what will probably the last time.  It costs so much to ship it I usually order two or three years worth at a time.  Since the snakes are all 13-14 years old, I doubt I'll need to order in bulk again.  Sigh...

Now I think I need to go cry for a bit.

A Day Late

Well, I got my clock returned this afternoon. 

I know, I was going to do it yesterday, but work was rough.  It was one of those days that absolutely nothing went right.  The other brazer wasn't there, none of the parts were right, and they couldn't get me any help.  They sent a guy from another line to help me, but the other person who brazed on his line didn't want to work by herself, so she went home.  The guy had to go back to his line, but when he saw the other brazer had gone home, he didn't want to work by himself, so he went home, too.  Then they sent someone from a different other line, and she brazed half an order, then went back to her own line. 

I didn't have any headers on the line by shift end, so I stayed over a bit to get some built up for B shift. Group Leader asked one of the line brazers to stay and help me.  She said she would, then went crying to Supervisor, saying, "Why do I have to stay?", and she went home.  I ended up staying until 5:00 PM -- a 13 hour shift.  After all that, I was so worn out, I said, "The clock can wait," and so it did. 

I took it back this afternoon, and once I'd gotten my refund, I went to the clock section of the store to see what they had on hand.  Nothing jumped out at me, so I came on home. 

Yes, my friends, I walked into and subsequently out of Wal-Mart and didn't buy a thing.  That has got to be some kind of record.

Back online, I found a clock with the exact same picture on it, only this one is what I was thinking it was getting the first time.  I hope. 

I haven't ordered it yet.  I'm still looking for other stuff to make up enough to get free shipping.  I'm thinking about also hitting up secondhand and thrift stores, or maybe try to catch a flea market or something. 

If I can see something in person, I might have a better idea of the kind of things I want to put in there.   One weekend, I just might have to not volunteer for overtime and do some shopping.  It won't be this weekend.  I've already signed up to work.

Stuff and Nonsense

Last Sunday, I got out my paint cans and did my touch-ups on my walls.  You would not believe how much better it looks with those spots cleaned up, even though they were small.  I did smear the paint just a bit on this door frame,

but it's barely noticeable.  I'll touch that up when I paint the closet door -- whenever I get around to that.

So, now that the painting is all done, it's time to start decorating the place. 

When I first moved into this house, my friend Sue sent me this picture, which she drew.

Right now, it's hanging in my bedroom, but the intention has always been to hang it in either the living room or kitchen.  The debate was whether to hang it in this spot

between the entertainment center and the doorway.  Or this one,

between the entertainment center and the window.  I was really leaning towards the former, but I just wasn't sure it would look right.  Naturally, I did what any 21st century red-blooded American would do.  I posed the question to my internet friends.  Some of them suggested a long narrow picture would fit better in that space instead.  Since they have much better design sense than I do, I deferred to their opinions and began searching Amazon for ideas.

It didn't take me long to find the absolute most perfect thing ever, and I immediately ordered it.

When I went to hang it up, I found the tag on the back.  It just added to its perfection.

It fits with my rustic, barnyard theme very well, and is, of course, a quote from one of my very favorite hymns.

While I was online, I also ordered a couple of clocks.  I was waiting for them to arrive, so I could post about all of it at once.  However, when I got the one I'd ordered for the living room, it wasn't at all what I thought it was.

This is the only picture that was on the website, and the description said wall clock, so I was thinking it was one of those round, flat clocks you hang on the wall.

The rooster fit with my decorating theme, and I thought it was just gorgeous.  When it arrived, though, it what I thought it was.  It was what I'd call a station clock, as it had an iron bracket thing and stuck out into the room like this:

What's more, the actual clock part is very small -- like maybe 5" across.  I'll be taking that back to the store tomorrow after work.  Fortunately, I bought it from Wal-mart, so it'll be easy to return.  Won't have to bother mailing it or anything.  I've found some other clocks I like.  The hard part is choosing which one to get.

Oh, and I did get this one for my bedroom.

As soon as it arrived, I found one on Amazon that has a lighthouse on it, which goes with my bedroom theme.  Only the one I got kind of looks like a porthole, and matches my colors...so I like it too. 

Now, about Sue's picture...I've decided to hang it in the second spot.  My fear there was that it would get kind of lost in that big old space, but I have an idea.

I want to try to find some decorative metal or resin vines to kind of frame it.  You know, kind of a John 5:15 kind of thing -- I am the vine, ye are the branches.  Goes well with the As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord quote on Sue's drawing.

Now that the living room is pretty much done (except for decorating), I've started back to working on my fireplace bricks.  I like to listen to music while I work, and have some playlists set up on YouTube.  You know how when you get to the end of your playlist, YouTube will pick out random songs related to the one you just listened to?  This morning, it gave me this one.



I think it may be my new favorite song. 

March 6

After Hurricane Harvey hit last fall, political commentator Dan Bongino  was reported to have said, "I totally get it now why Texans are so proud of their state."

Let me tell you something, Mr. Bongino.  We are proud, and that pride starts right here, with this list of names.

These are the men who fell on that day in 1836.

Don't just scroll past the list.  Read the names.  Each one of them is attached to a soul --  a soul who felt freedom was worth dying for.  A soul who stood strong against overwhelming odds, and sold his life dearly for Texas.

Read the names.

And remember.

Name	Birth Place
Abamillo, Juan	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Allen, R	Unknown
Andross, Miles DeForest	unknown
Autry, Micajah	North Carolina, USA,
Badillo, Juan A	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Bailey, Peter James	Kentucky, USA
Baker, Isaac G	Arkansas, USA
Baker, William Charles M	Kentucky, USA
Ballentine, John J	unknown
Ballentine, Robert W	Scotland
Baugh, John J	Virginia, USA
Bayliss, Joseph	Tennessee, USA
Blair, John	Tennessee, USA
Blair, Samuel B	Tennessee, USA
Blazeby, William	England
Bonham, James Butler	South Carolina, USA
Bourne, Daniel	England
Bowie, James	Tennessee, USA
Bowman, Jesse B	unknown
Brown, George	England
Brown, James	Pennsylvania, USA
Brown, Robert	unknown
Buchanan, James	Alabama, USA
Burns, Samuel E	Ireland
Butler, George D	Missouri, USA
Campbell, Robert	Tennessee, USA
Cane, John	Pennsylvania, USA
Carey, William R	Maryland, USA
Clark, Charles Henry	Missouri, USA
Clark, M
Cloud, Daniel William	Kentucky, USA
Cochran, Robert E	New Jersey, USA
Cottle, George Washington	Tennessee, USA
Courtman, Henry	Germany
Crawford, Lemuel	South Carolina, USA
Crockett, David	Tennessee, USA
Crossman , Robert	Massachusetts, USA
Cummings, David P	Pennsylvania, USA
Cunningham, Robert	New York, USA
Darst, Jacob C	Kentucky, USA
Davis, John	Kentucky, USA
Day, Freeman H
Day, Jerry C	Missouri, USA
Daymon, Squire	Tennessee, USA
Dearduff, William	Tennessee, USA
Dennison, Stephen	England
Despallier, Charles	Louisiana, USA
Dickinson, Almaron	Tennessee, USA
Dillard, John H	Tennessee, USA
Dimpkins, James R	Tennessee, USA
Duel, Lewis	New York, USA
Duvalt, Andrew	Ireland
Espalier, Carlos	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Esparza, Gregorio	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Evans, Robert	Ireland
Evans, Samuel B	Kentucky, USA
Ewing, James I	Tennessee, USA
Fishbaugh, William	Alabama, USA
Flanders, John	Massachusetts, USA
Floyd, Dolphin Ward	North Carolina, USA
Forsyth, John Hubbard	New York, USA
Fuentes, Antonio	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Fuqua, Galva	Gonzales, Texas, USA
Furtleroy, William H	Kentucky, USA
Garnett, William	Tennessee, USA
Garrand, James W	Louisiana, USA
Garrett, James Girard	Tennessee, USA
Garvin, John E	unknown
Gaston, John E	Kentucky, USA
George, James	unknown
Goodrich, John Calvin	Tennessee, USA
Grimes, Albert Calvin	Georgia, USA
Guerrero, Jose Maria	Laredo, Texas, USA
Gwynne, James C	England
Hannum, James	unknown
Harris, John	Kentucky, USA
Harrison, Andrew Jackson	unknown
Harrison, William B	Ohio, USA
Haskell, Charles M	Tennessee, USA
Hawkins, Joseph B	Ireland
Hays, John M	Tennessee, USA
Herndon, Patrick Henry	Virginia, USA
Hersee, William D	New York, USA
Holland, Tapley	unknown
Holloway, Samuel	Pennsylvania, USA
Howell, William D	Massachusetts, USA
Jackson, Thomas	Kentucky, USA
Jackson, William Daniel	Ireland
Jameson, Green B	Kentucky, USA
Jennings, Gordon C	Connecticut, USA
Johnson, Lewis	Wales
Johnson, William	Pennsylvania, USA
Jones, John	New York, USA
Kellog, Johnnie	unknown
Kenney, James	Virginia, USA
Kent, Andrew	Kentucky, USA
Kerr, Joseph	Louisiana, USA
Kimbell, George C	New York, USA
King, William P	unknown
Lewis, William Irvine	Virginia, USA
Lightfoot, William J	Virginia, USA
Lindley, Jonathan L	Illinois, USA
Linn, William	Massachusetts, USA
Losoya, Toribio D	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Main, George Washington	Virginia, USA
Malone, William T	Georgia, USA
Marshall, William T	Tennessee, USA
Martin, Albert	Tennessee, USA
McCafferty, Edward	unknown
McCoy, Jesse	unknown
McDowell, William	Pennsylvania, USA
McGee, James	Ireland
McGregor, John	Scotland
McKinney, Robert	Ireland
Melton, Eliel	Georgia, USA
Miller, Thomas R	Virginia, USA
Mills, William	Tennessee, USA
Millsaps, Isaac	Mississippi, USA
Mitchell, Edwin T	Georgia, USA
Mitchell, Napoleon B	unknown
Mitchusson, Edward F	Virginia, USA
Moore, Robert B	Virginia, USA
Moore, Willis	Mississippi, USA
Musselman, Robert	Ohio, USA
Nava, Andres	San Antonio, Texas, USA
Neggan, George	South Carolina, USA
Nelson, Andrew M	Tennessee, USA
Nelson, Edward	South Carolina, USA
Nelson, George	South Carolina, USA
Northcross, James	Virginia, USA
Nowlan, James	Ireland
Pagan, George	Mississippi, USA
Parker, Christopher	Mississippi, USA
Parks, William	unknown
Perry, Richardson	Texas, USA
Pollard, Amos	Massachusetts, USA
Reynolds, John Purdy	Pennsylvania, USA
Roberts, Thomas H	unknown
Robertson, James	Tennessee, USA
Robinson, Isaac	Scotland
Rose, James M	Virginia, USA
Rusk, Jackson J	Ireland
Rutherford, Joseph	Kentucky, USA
Ryan, Isaac	Louisiana, USA
Scurlock, Mial	North Carolina, USA
Sewell, Marcus L	England
Shield, Manson	Georgia, USA
Simmons, Cleveland Kinlock	South Carolina, USA
Smith, Andrew H	Tennessee, USA
Smith, Charles S	Maryland, USA
Smith, Joshua G	North Carolina, USA
Smith, William H	unknown
Starr, Richard	England
Stewart, James E	England
Stockton, Richard L	Virginia, USA
Summerlin, A	Tennessee, USA
Summers, William E	Tennessee, USA
Sutherland, William D	Alabama, USA
Taylor, Edward	unknown
Taylor, George	unknown
Taylor, James	unknown
Taylor, William	Tennessee, USA
Thomas, B
Thomas, Henry	Germany
Thompson, Jesse G	Arkansas, USA
Thompson, John W	North Carolina, USA
Thruston, John M	Pennsylvania, USA
Trammel, Burke	Ireland
Travis, William Barret	South Carolina, USA
Tumlinson, George W	Missouri, USA
Tylee, James	New York, USA
Unknown, John (Negro)	unknown
Walker, Asa	unknown
Walker, Jacob	unknown
Ward, William B	Ireland
Warnell, Henry	Arkansas, USA
Washington, Joseph G	Tennessee, USA
Waters, Thomas	England
Wells, William	Georgia, USA
White, Isaac	Kentucky, USA
White, Robert	unknown
Williamson, Hiram J	Pennsylvania, USA
Wills, William	unknown
Wilson, David L	Scotland
Wilson, John	Pennsylvania, USA
Wolfe, Anthony	England
Wright, Claiborne	North Carolina, USA
Zanco, Charles

Short Post

I have a feeling this is going to be another one of those 10 minutes per day posts.  You know, write 10 minutes per day, even if it's gibberish.

I actually had something to write about -- something that happened back in my Navy days, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to doubt my memory.  Did this incident really happen the way I was remembering?  I kinda hope not, because my memory is of a very, very awkward moment.  And because of the awkwardness of it, I wanted to share that with you.  Why I seem to want to share the awkwardestnessess of my life with the world (or the approximately 10 of you who read my blog) is beyond me.  I just do.  Maybe I can make you laugh, or at least smile, and I can brighten your day just a bit. 

Oh, did you see what I did up there?  I just totally made up a word.  Good luck pronouncing it, though.  I can't.

They started the entire plant on 11 hour shifts this morning.  Those who weren't already working 12 hour shifts, that is.  Man, I'm wiped out.  I can handle 6 days a week.  It's these 4 AM mornings that are killing me.  My group leader told me to start coming in at 3 AM.  I told her no.  I'm not coming in at 3 and working a 13 hour shift every day.  That's just too much.   She said, "Well, it's your overtime."  I get plenty of overtime on Friday and Saturday, thankyouverymuch.

In honor of the 13 Days Of Glory,  I've been wearing my Texas pendant since the anniversary of when the siege began.  Just today, I looked down at it and thought, "Something is wrong here."  Yep, I'd been wearing it backwards.  In my defense, when I looked down at it, from my perspective, it looked right.  But to other people looking at me, it was backwards.  I quickly turned the state around, and had to take a selfie to make sure El Paso was in the West and Orange was in the East.

Now it looks right to people looking at me, but to me, it looks backwards.   That's a perfect metaphor for my life.

Look at this.  Now they're bribing the temps to come to work.

Funny, I always thought a paycheck was incentive enough. 

OH!  My 10 minutes are up.  I'm going to bed now. 

Goodnight.