Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, Week 43

In addition to poetry, Grandma had several "wise quips".  Here are a few:

• If you want to get anywhere, you must strike out for somewhere, or you won't get nowhere.

• One nice thing, you never know how absurd your opinion is 'till you hear someone quoting it.

• To avoid trouble, breathe through your nose.  It keeps your mouth shut.

• Children begin by loving their parents.  As they grow older, they judge them, and then sometimes they forgive them.

• A woman is a man's solace, but if it wasn't for her he wouldn't need any solace.

• Courtship is the time during which a girl decides whether or not she can do any better.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.

Society Saturday - C.A.R. National Convention

The National Society of the Children of the American Revolution held their National Convention in April in Crystal City, Virginia.  Presiding was National President Caitlin Collins from Illinois.  She heard reports and led the members in celebrating the National Project "Pursuit of Happiness" for the past year - supporting Student Veterans of America.

Illinois Members before the banquet

The meeting culmonated with the Saturday evening banquet and dance with all of the members having a great time.  The "theme" for the year was Mardi Gras, and everyone had fun with masks and beads after the banquet.

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Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, Week 42

In addition to poetry, Grandma had several "wise quips".  Here are a few:

• The only way to double your money, is to fold it and put it in your pocket.

• Each moment is a future, 'till the present takes it o'r.  Once the present, soon the past, lost to us forevermore.

• I carry my world in my mind, so if I am careless or cross, or if to new truths, I am blind, my whole world will suffer a loss.

• A husband is like an egg:  If he is kept in hot water too long, he becomes hard boiled.

• Some people are born famous and others acquire fame.  While others have fame thrust upon them by circumstances.

• The people who have no weaknesses are terrible.  There is no way of taking advantage of them.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.

Society Saturday - Saving the Sarah and Peter Clayes house

The Associated Daughters of Early American Witches held their annual meeting one Saturday morning in April.  This is a group of 540 ladies who can trace their ancestry to someone who was accused, tried, or convicted of witchcraft in 17th century american colonies.

The speaker was Janice Thompson, Board President of the Sarah and Peter Clayes House Trust.  She gave an interesting program about their quest to save the home of accused Salem witch Sarah Towne Clayes/Cloyce.  The house is located in Framingham, Massachusetts and was built in 1693.  This is where Sarah and her second husband Peter moved after she was released from prison.

ADEAW helps support causes such as this, as a way to honor the memory of our ancestors.

After the program, new officers were elected and installed, beginning another term for this unique organization.

http://www.sarahclayeshouse.org/
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Tombstone Tuesday - Samuel Dalton

My chapter of US Daughters of 1812 recently held a Grave Marking Ceremony in Yates City, IL.  While the main focus of our ceremony was a Heroine of the War of 1812, we had recently discovered that another War of 1812 veteran was buried in the same cemetery.

We were able to honor him with a wreath for his service.

Samuel Dalton was born 30 June 1792.  He joined the Virginia Militia on 3 September 1814 and served under Colonel Moses Green in Captain Tunstal Shelton’s Company of the Virginia Milita until 2 November 1814.  By 1850 he had moved to Illinois where he died on 18 September 1862.  He was originally buried at the Old Dalton Cemetery in Salem Township but his remains were moved to Yates City in 1965.

Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry Week 41

In addition to poetry, Grandma had several "wise quips".  Here are a few:

• He, who does not believe that God is above all is either a fool, or has no experience of life at all.

• Why shouldn't speech be free?  Very little of it is worth anything.

• The man who watches the clock, generally remains "just one of the hands".

• The real problem of your leisure time is how to keep other people from using it.

• A man is just a mere speck of dust.  It takes a woman to settle him.

• Heaven surely must be a place of infinite laughter and its opposite, one eternal grouch.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.

Sentimental Sunday - Missing my Father

Today is Father's Day and of course I am thinking of my dad, Donald Edward Ormsby.  He died nearly 26 years ago - much too soon.  Here are just a few photos of him:

This is a picture of my parents, Donald and Ruth (Steinbrecher) Ormsby.  This was taken for the church directory in early 1988, just a few months before dad died on July 2, 1988.

Here are my parents on their wedding day - February 4, 1950.

This is my dad in his High School Letter Sweater.  He attended Casey High School in Casey, Clark Co., IL from 1933-1936.

This is a picture of my dad as a baby.  It's hard to really see him, but I like this picture because it is the only one I have of my dad and his dad together.  My dad was born on December 30, 1918 and his father, Harold Basil Ormsby died on April 4, 1919.

Even though I miss my dad, I am grateful for the time I was able to spend with him.  He was never able to say that about his own father.

Happy Father's Day, to my dad, and all my grandfathers in Heaven.