Thursday, March 25, 2010

Bittersweet Change...

Change is good - that's what I've been told, and for the most part, I think I really believe that. (I said, for the most part.)

Almost 10 years ago, I was pregnant with our first child. And in preparation for his impending arrival, we worked hard getting that little nursery "just right", including setting up the crib. Big D slept in that crib for his first 3 years before moving into his big-boy bed, and we took apart and stored away the baby crib.

A new house, and a year later the crib was once again set up...in a new room, awaiting the arrival of the princess. I remember standing in the doorway of this nursery with my hand on my belly feeling very blessed that I would soon be the mommy of a little girl, and this would be a room for a princess!

The princess room was put on hold, because quicker than we knew what had hit, the princess was soon to be sharing her castle with baby #3!! Wanting to keep "the babies" on the 1st floor for the middle of the night moments that always happen...we found another crib - one that eventually converted into a toddler bed - set the princess up in that, and Lil' D slept peacefully in our original crib.

That was 4 years ago, and since then they have all grown up just a little and now it's time for change. The princess is getting that princess room after all, and the boys are becoming room-mates.

So today I set out to take down a baby crib for the very last time. I started in on the task very excited to be putting away yet one more baby thing. But by the time I was done, I sat there on the floor surrounded by crib parts, and remembered sitting in the middle of a different room when I was very pregnant and putting these pieces together. I remembered the 1st time that I put each of my children in that crib to sleep as newborn babies, and I remembered the 1st time I got up in the middle of the night to nurse my babies and rock them back to sleep. That crib has seen the effects of teething and the flu, and it has had it's share of diaper leaks. The springs on the side rails have always had a loud squeak giving away everytime my children wanted to try and jump in their beds without me knowing.

The crib has been put away, and I've spent the day cleaning out a room that once had 2 babies sleeping in there. I've cleaned out the closet of all diapers and baby wipes boxes, diaper bags, and various odds and ends that will no longer be needed. At one point I reached up onto the top shelf, and found a tiny little gray and white striped cap that Lil' D wore when he was just a few weeks old. One final reminder during this time of change of my babies who are growing much too quickly before my eyes.

Change can be good...but it can also be bittersweet.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

GTV = Genealogy Television

If I had the resources to do it, I would find a way create a new channel on my Verizon FIOS tv line-up. All genealogy, all the time. GTV. This past week came pretty close to such a dream.

For the past 4 weeks, I've been tuning in on Wednesdays at 8pm to Faces of America. One host, 12 well-known (or at least semi well-known) Americans, and their stories of where their families came from. Sadly, it was only a 4-episode deal, and this week's episode was the final one.

I was also alerted a few weeks ago to BYU Television (Yes, as in Brigham Young and the Latter Day Saints). They have a weekly airing of a series titled, The Generations Project

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No celebrities, no hype...just real people and their own search for where they've come from.

Finally, last night premiered another new series that was probably the most hyped up and talked about series in every family historian's mind. Those of us in the genealogy world had heard about it and anticipated it for many months. It was exciting to us not only for the subject matter, but because the show airs in primetime and comes from one of the major networks, so the rest of the country can get a glimpse of what it is that drives us to do what we do. Who Do You Think You Are airs on NBC on Friday nights.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Young and in love



December 2, 1944 and these two lovebirds had just "tied the knot." It didn't hit me until my last visit home and getting to look through "the trunk" again just how young they really were. My grandfather has always looked young, but when I realized that they were just 17 & 18 years old, newlyweds, and he was getting ready to enter into the war...how absolutely crazy they must've been about each other at the time.