Blog

Uncategorized

A Double Announcement

Greetings! You’re receiving this newly returned newsletter because of our connection to writing, publishing, and interest in knowing a little more about particular stories. If you do not want to receive any more, just send an UNSUBSCRIBE to me. Thanks.
These newsletters will be short ones that you have time to finish without overstaying and sent twice a month, the second and fourth Wednesday. It is aimed toward those who enjoy a story about searching for dead relatives. Along with side stories that come out of writing the book. Also, I’ll come clean and reveal some of the weird experiences I’ve had in finding my ancestors. Sometimes they connected with me! They want their stories told! And sometimes it will be additional information that just couldn’t be squeezed into the book- that’s the other announcement, Leafing the Family Tree, Adventures Galore; Mayflower to the Revolutionary War is finally corrected and released. It’s a different way of remembering and recording family lineage so others may enjoy reading about them.
Many items were left out of Leafing the Family Tree, mainly because there is so much info that it can climb on top of each other. And who wants that! And it’s interesting info, so it’s a shame to just stick in a file somewhere unread. So I’ll be addressing those items and expanding on the original, too.
In the past, I’ve noticed faces glazed over when I started to talk about my fascinating ancestors, (it happens to all us genealogists) so I’ve told their exciting stories, not just boring facts and figures.
Here is an opening story for you~
About those Pilgrims
So it was, that Robert Fuller advised his sons to leave Redenhall (Norfolk, England) and go to Holland rather than live in fear of being abused and thrown into goal for their religious beliefs. He and Sara knew they probably would not see their sons and grandsons alive again. Yet he sacrificed their pleasure placing safety first.
Robert was a highly successful butcher. There was no question of poverty as Robert contributed to the purchase of the sixth of the famous Chimes of Eight Bells in their church.
The Dutch Republic was a great power in the 1600s. Their land mass, that today we refer to as the Netherlands, was small but the network of trading routes they controlled were worldwide and so lucrative to create a powerful empire. The Republic allowed their subjects a complete freedom of religion, science beliefs and expression of the arts. Immigrants were welcomed from Spain, France, Portugal and England. Holland in the early 1600s held a 50% population of immigrants. Plenty of work was available, but the Fullers and many others, weren’t there for the money. They wanted freedoms of choice.
Recently I came across paintings by Pieter De Hooch, a successful contemporary of Jan Vermeer, and known for his finely detailed artwork of Dutch household interiors in the 1600s. I instantly thought of my Fuller ancestors living in Leiden, Holland at the same time. I compared scenes from his paintings to what the pilgrims faced in settling in the new world. Just the danger of sailing across an unknown ocean was fearful. Then they had to face ‘indians’ who were reported in Dutch newspapers as being murderers. They had to build their own homes, community center and church after clearing a wilderness. Yet they left what must have been a fairly comfortable life.
One of the reasons the Dissenters, as Pilgrims were called, did not want to remain in Holland, was seeing their children adapting and growing up as Dutch, not English. Freedom of religion was only part of their vision. They wanted to continue being English.
Be Kind
Arlene ~

dancing, family, life, love, Memoir, women's stories

Another June is Over, Thankfully

Each year June comes along, as always, right after May ends. It is a reflective month for me. Two of my sons and my beloved Angelo all transitioned to the next plane in June. In different years, on different dates, in different ways. They are always with me and show up in my today life but it is their physical presence that I miss. As time moves on, you would think that I would miss them less but the opposite is true. Maybe it’s because I am less busy, or at least busy in a different way, and have more thoughts I’d like to discuss with each of them. It is what it is and important to always move forward but looking back at a memory is okay, too.

Do you have someone you miss?


L – R Kenny, Guy, Ralph, Bret in 1966

Angelo, Me dancing 1982 at the Elks

cars

The Time has Come….


A car is like a mate….if you cannot trust or rely on it, him, her, it’s time to move on! I said my good-byes to The Coop. I had so much fun driving the Mini Cooper that I held onto to it until
I lost complete faith and trust in it…..just like the marriage???? CarMax in Lynchburg (VA) was fabulous!. Even though I didn’t buy my car there, I bought a car from an individual, they were courteous, professional, competent, and generous. I hope I never have to do this again. If so, I would go to CarMax first!

Here is my BlueBelle a 2015 Ford Focus hatchback. The first Ford I’ve owned since my beloved turquoise Ford Mustang back in the early 70s.. Another car I loved even though the heater never warmed up until I arrived at my destination-no matter the distance or how cold it was in Jersey.

food, life, love, Poetry, reflection, women writers, words

Day 28 ProlificPulse Mo Po: celebrate the beauty of language and words themselves.

Language © arlene s bice

Ahhh. the beauty of words
of many languages
spoken softly with sensitivity
can heal, comfort, inspire
even on a bistro menu
words sing like songs
to entice you, tease you
allow you to enjoy
beauty, taste, pleasure
let the words, descriptions
roll over your tongue
prior to the food
even arriving.

Photo thanks to Linda Tate Wolfbard=unsplash

books, dreams, poetic narrative, Poetry, reflection, women writers

Day 26 ProlificPulse Mo Po : Explore the theme of dreams and aspirations in poetry

Dreams © arlene s bice

Those dreams that were given up
after one attempt after another
failed again and again, yet again
disappointed, rejected, lost
returned, came unannounced
an opportunity given to me
without asking 30 years late;
came easily from two directions
“please write a book for us”
my writing affair began.

My First Book

books, life, poetic narrative, Poetry, reflection, women writers, writing group poetry

Day 25 ProlificPulse Mo Po: Capture the essence of a particular emotion

Exhilaration! © arlene s bice

My first time, IWWG annual conference
500 women writers gather at Skidmore
eyes wide, a bit nervous, I was in awe
multiple classes each hour each day
a week away from work and all
feeling alive, filled with music
made up of words and guidance
new friendships formed, kept
becoming a writer day by day
a tradition formed for 10 years

poem/essay/story is accepted
wow
book is now published
wow
leading writers’ group
wow
presenting courses
wow
thank you, thank you, thank you.