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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer

Three beauties on the beach:
Mabel Hanaway Kleckner, Margaret Anderson Hanaway
Arlene Guinee Wozniak
July, 1971

Many a summer past included a visit to my cousins cottage in Stevensville, Michigan. The Hanaway clan is quite large and we are now spread out over most of theses great United States. I grew up enjoying the simple joys of gathering with family. There was a lot of fun to be had at the cottage too. Playing with my MANY, MANY cousins; running down sand dunes, fishing, swimming, boating, and of course eating pot luck dinners! Many visits were short day trips, if I was lucky, I would get to spend a night or two! Who minds sleeping on the beach with a campfire, roasting marshmallows, telling spooky stories and falling asleep under the stars? Those clearly were some special times and I cherish the memories. When I can create them for my children I jump at the chance. Although many parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are now gone, there are those of us who still take the time to get together and we always have a blast! The cottage is still in the family. When the opportunity knocks I take advantage of a little road trip with my kids and once again enjoy the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.



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The Family

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

Genealogy Pox, author unknown

WARNING: GENEALOGY POX IS VERY CONTAGIOUS!

SYMPTOMS: Continual complaint as to need for names, dates and places. Patient has a blank expressions, sometimes deaf to spouse and children. Has no taste for work of any kind, except feverishly looking through records at libraries and courthouses.
Has a compulsion to write letters. Swears at mailman when he doesn't leave mail. Frequents strange places such as cemeteries, ruins, and remote desolate country areas. Makes secret night calls and hides phone bills from spouse. Mumbles to self. Has strange, faraway look in eyes.

NO KNOWN CURE!

TREATMENT: Medication is useless. This disease is not fatal, but gets progressively worse. Patient should attend genealogy workshops, subscribe to genealogical magazines and be given a quiet corner in the house where he/she can be alone.

REMARKS: The unusual nature of this disease is that the sicker the patient gets, the more he or she enjoys it!