Genealogy strikes twice
Wotta week.
Friday. I've been in touch with Peter J. of V... writing liners notes on K... label artists and various CDs of the material. Friday, I got several CDs from V... and 5 CDs from Ace for doing some slight research. CDs went with me to the station.
On Sat., after my regular CD spinning exercise - in P.M., I picked up David Porter at bus stop on Pioneer and Del Amo, navigated Little India, got to the station later, but alive. Robby & the Nurse were there, sat in for awhile, then left, David and I did 2 hours of talking, but it was pretty rough.
Sunday was a different matter. Paul & Judy came by and that changed my life. We went to Tantaloon (or sumpin' like that), had $2 sliders (Kobe burgers, etc.), spent $67, we chipped in and left. But while sipping wine in the far back table, Judy talked me into getting into genealogy again, so I did.
I found out I was dead. A family site showed me dying on Sept. 11, '65, so I wrote the woman who posted that, and after apologizing, she put me in touch with a cousin I was only vaguely aware of, Fred S. in Walnut Creek - son of Blanche, my father's sister. What a revelation. He told me that my great grandmother - Phenie Woolsey was 100% American Indian - Shenandoah Tribe - and that I have another cousin - Norma Campbell - daughter of John, though he's not sure of her husband's name. So far, attempts to reach her have bombed out.
Called Heather...she was on an overnite jaunt to NYC, she seemed interested. On her way to Harlem. Barb left today to see her.
More, much more coming.
Lately, it's been hot with heat and weather's pretty oppressive also. Writing articles all week.
ex-city mgr., school, country music in L.A., others.
Friday. I've been in touch with Peter J. of V... writing liners notes on K... label artists and various CDs of the material. Friday, I got several CDs from V... and 5 CDs from Ace for doing some slight research. CDs went with me to the station.
On Sat., after my regular CD spinning exercise - in P.M., I picked up David Porter at bus stop on Pioneer and Del Amo, navigated Little India, got to the station later, but alive. Robby & the Nurse were there, sat in for awhile, then left, David and I did 2 hours of talking, but it was pretty rough.
Sunday was a different matter. Paul & Judy came by and that changed my life. We went to Tantaloon (or sumpin' like that), had $2 sliders (Kobe burgers, etc.), spent $67, we chipped in and left. But while sipping wine in the far back table, Judy talked me into getting into genealogy again, so I did.
I found out I was dead. A family site showed me dying on Sept. 11, '65, so I wrote the woman who posted that, and after apologizing, she put me in touch with a cousin I was only vaguely aware of, Fred S. in Walnut Creek - son of Blanche, my father's sister. What a revelation. He told me that my great grandmother - Phenie Woolsey was 100% American Indian - Shenandoah Tribe - and that I have another cousin - Norma Campbell - daughter of John, though he's not sure of her husband's name. So far, attempts to reach her have bombed out.
Called Heather...she was on an overnite jaunt to NYC, she seemed interested. On her way to Harlem. Barb left today to see her.
More, much more coming.
Lately, it's been hot with heat and weather's pretty oppressive also. Writing articles all week.
ex-city mgr., school, country music in L.A., others.
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