Enough Room...

I'm reminiscing a bit for this one - but it was one of those moments that when it happened, I knew the memory would stay with me forever.

One Sunday morning at church, when "Big D" was all of 5 years old, he did what everyone does at some point in their sandle-wearing life. He caught his toe under a door and ripped the toenail off. It still makes me cringe, 4 years later. Needless to say, at the time there was blood and a lot of tears.

That night as he was getting ready to go to sleep, and I was tucking him into bed, I could see his mind working as he asked:

"Mom? Our bodies are filled with bones and blood right?"

Yes... (I really had no idea where this was going, but apparently the sight of his blood had made some impact on him!)

"And Jesus lives in our heart, right?"

(Okay, you really have been listening!)

"But mom, with all that stuff in our bodies ~ Won't Jesus get squished?"

Oh...wow...okay, I wasn't expecting that from my 5 year old! But as usual, it takes a child (and usually, the younger the wiser!) to teach us a very important lesson.

As Summer is quickly approaching, I'm starting to look for ways to fill my children's days when they're out of school. Visits to the zoo, the aquarium, summertime homework (I'm such a mean mom), and music lessons to name a few. Add to that the much desired time on the golf course for me and the Tall One, getting the necessary things doen around the house so the health dept. doesn't come in, my passion for my genealogy hobby, and my addiction to Facebook on the computer.

My sons words still echo in my ears - "But mom, with all that stuff...won't Jesus get squished."

What are my priorities? Is it making sure my kids aren't bored, or is it making sure they're excited about Jesus? Is it about improving my golf game, or is it about improving my devotional time? Is it about making sure I have a clean house, or making sure I have a clean heart? Is it about finding that long-lost ancestor, or is it about finding Jesus? Is it about seeking out long-lost faces of people I once knew, or is it about spending time seeking His face?

Look at your own life, and make sure there's enough room in your heart so Jesus doesn't "get squished."

Family Reunion, part 2

I'm sitting here trying to compose my thoughts. I've been trying to compose these thoughts for the last 4 days, ever since leaving Traverse City, Michigan. I'm not any further along than what I was then. My mind is still racing over the experience I had with my mother, aunt, and our "new" cousin.

Who does that? Who drives 10 hours to meet a total stranger, only because they share a common ancestor? Not only driving 10 hours, but driving up into Northern Michigan! There's nothing up there, except a lot of trees! And for that matter, what would possess a 91 year old woman to want to live up there still - year after year?

As it turns out, Cousin Irene is just as amazing of a woman as I imagined her to be - probably even more so. She was only recently put into a nursing home after she had fractured her back, and needed the rehabilitation, medication, and relaxation. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect upon our meeting. But when I walked into her room, she sat up right and held out her arms to me, welcoming me with as big of a bear hug as she could muster. Her first words to me while we hugged were, "I'm so glad to meet you, cousin!"

My great-grandfather, Charles was Irene's uncle, so when I introduced my mom and aunt as her "Uncle Charley's grandchildren", she was very surprised, and we had even brought along an old picture of her "uncle Charley" which she had never seen before. Irene was thrilled, and made us promise to give her a copy of the photo for her to include in her book. Then she surprised us.

Irene had written in her book about a set of wedding pictures of her grandfather, William - my great-great grandfather. The story was that the pictures hung on the wall of his son's home for many years, but by the time Irene had begun to write the family histories, the owners of the pictures had both died, and the pictures were nowhere to be found, but Irene was hoping to search for it before publishing her final volume.

That day we visited her, she took my hand in hers and asked me, "Have you seen the picture?" I didn't know what picture she was referring to, and I had not yet been to her apartment. That's when she told us "the rest of the story."

As it turns out, once the owner's of the pictures had died, another family member had taken the pictures - only to use the frames they were in, and then moved to Kentucky. As luck would have it, Irene was able to track down where they lived and made the trip to retrieve this priceless family pictures, arriving just after a tornado had gone through the area, and the pictures being lost from the home. Only miraculously was the picture of William found, face down in a creekbed, and returned to Irene. Although water-damaged, the artist in her promptly set to work at restoring the picture, which now proudly hangs in her apartment.

Going in, I didn't know what my part was in this. Irene mentioned to me that there is no one else in our family who was researching this family line. Is that it? Am I supposed to help her finish it? She commented that there was no one else to take the picture of William after she had passed on, as none of her immediate family was interested. Did I just get written into her will as the future heir of a 150 year picture? She also was excited to see that I had purchased one of her 3 family history volumes, as in her words, "nobody buys my books." And that's when it hit me.

This trip was not about me gathering information for my records. (Again, NOT ABOUT ME.) It was about meeting this woman who has devoted 50 years of her life to OUR family. It was about sitting and listening to her tell her stories of our family members, stories I had never heard of, and stories my mom had long forgotten she had heard. It was about seeing the common threads that link us together as family. And perhaps, just maybe, it was about being a light in her world. A bright spot that perhaps had been dimmed by what appeared to be a lack of interest in our family's history, now once again brightened in her eyes.

Family Reunion!

I'm spending my time this week getting ready for next week's activities. My mom -who was just here a few weeks ago - will be making a return trip from Texas, and then her and I are taking off for Northern Michigan to visit this wonderful woman who just happens to be our oldest living family member!

According to my genealogy program - Irene is my 1st cousin twice removed. Now, after being hit with the genealogy bug for the past 2 years, I still haven't quite figured out that "removed" thing when it comes to cousins. All I know is that my great-great grandfather, William Bryan Andrew Parrish, was her grandfather. My grandfather was his son from his first marriage, Irene's father was his son from his 2nd marriage. So maybe that's where the "removed" card comes into play? (Confused yet?)

In the midst of my research, I discovered these 3 wonderful family histories that were written by Irene. Within the chapters of these books were references to a future volume that would be the history of the Parrish family. Upon discovering these, I wasn't sure if Irene was still working on these histories, still had plans for that 4th Volume, or if she was still alive! Silly me for not giving credit to the Parrish women! At 91 years old, not only is she still alive and kickin', but yes - she's still working hard on that last family publication! And after making contact with her, I was invited to come meet her and pour over what I'm sure are just miles and miles of information on our common family!

So, next Tuesday, 3 different generations of Parrish family will meet together for the first time to trade stories and share our memories. I never knew my great-grandfather, and he died before my mother was born. But I'm looking forward to hearing what Irene can tell us of what she remembers of the man who was her uncle. As well, my mom and I will be able to tell her of the Parrish family that remained in Northwest Ohio after she married and moved to northern Michigan.

This meeting will be a historical moment in the Parrish family history that I get to be a part of!!