Happy Birthday Great Grandmother

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Today was the birthday of my Great Grandmother Mary O’Connor. She was born February 21, 1895, in Bergen County New Jersey. She was the daughter of Irish immigrants John O’Connor of Sligo, Ireland and Mary Borris (Burrowes) of Thomastown, Kilkenny, Ireland.

Today I lit a candle to honor her and said a few words in her memory. We did not let the flame die all day we lit a new candle from the same flame before the candle burned out.

I had some thoughts about her today and here they are:

I look at the window and wonder as each snowflake falls, did it snow just like this one-hundred twenty years ago? The day you were born. I wish this window was a doorway into the past. I imagine you on the other side waiting. Your smile is like magic lighting up your face. My hands tremble as they reach out to you. There are no words our emotions say it all.

I love you!

The moment you were born, you brought us into existence with you.

Thank you!

Happy Birthday Great Grandmother.

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Flame

Footsteps bare upon dew soaked grass
Across hills, through valleys of wild petals
Dancing silhouettes skipped ahead
Fluttering wings of violet fade at the last drop of light
He stands beneath the tree reaching his arms out to her.
Loves embrace as kisses steal breath away
She looks up to see her flame, the light she sought

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

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Thank you for nominating me. This is my first award for my blog, and it means so much to me.

Find the original post here: (https://wholenewthing.wordpress.com/2015/02/05/sisterhood-of-the-world-bloggers-award/)

So this is what you need to do if nominated:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site.

2. Put the Award logo on your blog.

3. Answer the questions sent to you.

4. Make up ten new questions for your nominees to answer.

5. Nominate seven blogs.

Here is the questions I was asked:

1.  What are your favorite lines of poetry?
Robert Burns (1794)
“As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.”
Robert Burns (1794): A Red, Red Rose http://www.robertburns.org/works/444.shtml

William Shakespeare (1594)
“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
William Shakespeare (1594): Romeo and Juliet http://www.nosweatshakespeare.com/romeo-juliet-play/romeo-juliet-original-text-act-2-scene-2/

2. If you had to choose a past decade to live in, which would it be?

I would have to say late 16th Century. I just love the clothing, and the History from that time.

3. What is your biggest pet peeve?

The misuse of their, there, they’re.

4. What is one of your most interesting dreams?

After researching my ancestry, I came to a stand still on one branch. I couldn’t find burial information. Then recently I had a dream about my Second Great Grandmother Mary Wright. She gave me the location, and I was jolted from my sleep. When I investigated her name in the database with the area from my dream, it came up, and I found her burial site.

5. Why do you write?

Writing is my way of saying the things I may not ever be courageous enough to say otherwise. It also helps me empty out all of the emotions I hold in. I am very emotional 🙂

6. What is one thing that you are very passionate about?

My ancestry research. I am working on a project right now about the Irish, and Scots that were slaves. I plan on making a documentary on the research I do, once I complete my degree. I plan on spending time in the West Indies with the Scottish people who are still there since the early Colonial times.

7. Do you prefer rainy days or sunny days?

While I do enjoy the sun; I take rainy days over it. I usually go out in the rain too, no umbrellas either, that’s cheating.

8. Describe your favorite image or memory.

My favorite memory is laying next to my Mother while she slept, and watching her. I loved to sneak up next to her, and just think how much I wanted to be like her. I would breath in when she did, and exhale at the same time because I wanted to be in sync with her. It was my way of connecting with her somehow.

9. What thing in nature fascinates you the most?

Trees, I love trees. I draw them, always bare though. I am always in a park under a tree or on a rock. I love the way they move in the wind, and I admire that they stay in one place all the time.

10. And finally…cats or dogs?

Cats! I have always been an animal lover but as a child; every stray got fed by me.

Here are the questions for those I nominate:

  1. What is your favorite book, and why?
  2. What is your favorite food?
  3. When did you start writing?
  4. What is your greatest dream?
  5. What drives you?
  6. Do you believe in romance?
  7. Do you prefer Mustard or Ketchup?
  8. What is the earliest memory you have?
  9. What is your favorite movie?
  10. If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

I nominate:

https://promptlings.wordpress.com/

https://deanneworld.wordpress.com/

http://illustratedpoetry.com/

http://crumpledpapercranes.com/

http://movingtowardsthelight.com/

https://rareity.wordpress.com/

http://aimerboyz.com/

My Acadian Ancestry

I’ve spoken about my Paternal Grandmother Blanche Melanson before, and her Irish Ancestry through her Mother Edith Byrnes. I haven’t mentioned her Father. My Great Grandfather is Leo S. Melanson. He was born in 1882, and immigrated from Canada. His family has a long history in Canada since the 1600’s. One of the oldest ancestors on this branch is Guy De Comeau born 1450 in France. I have loads of cousin matches from my Comeau lines. The coolest find for me was finding out about  my seventh Great Grandfather. His name is Charles Melanson. He arrived in Canada in 1657 with his parents. Charles married Marie Dugas, and they are the founders of the Historical Melanson Settlement in Canada.

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Google Images of Melanson Settlement

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Until the deportation of the Acadians in 1755, it was the place of residence for Charles Melanson, his wife Marie Dugas, and their descendants. To learn more click here This family history on this branch is one of courage, and bravery. It is made up of French Huguenots, and Scottish highlanders. The first Nations of Canada are married into my Acadian branches. Sakmow Henri Membertou of the Mi’kmaq people is my twelfth Great Grandfather. image That is a Canadian stamp of him. Henri’s History I am continuing to discover so much about where I come from. It has been an exciting journey. As an American I am a mixed woman; yet I’m proud. I know I come from strong, brave people who struggled so I could be here today.

Grandfathers

 I’m always talking about my Irish ancestry; which I cherish.
I would like to introduce you to my Grandfathers. I never met them, so everything I know has been from research. Both of these men were not in my parents lives either.

My Paternal Grandfather was born in Copenhagen, Denmark. He immigrated to America as a man. Tracing his ancestry in Denmark it was soon discovered the actual Paternal name of our family should’ve been Madsen. There was an event that took place where my Second Great Grandmother had to give her son her family name. So my surname should actually be Madsen; rather than Hansen. I do know my Grandfather had green eyes. My Dad has green eyes, as do I, and two of my sisters. My Grandfather had other children, but I’ve never met them. We are cut out for personal reasons I won’t mention.
I try hard to imagine what he looked like, and I always wonder what he was like. If I ever had the chance I’d like to find out if we shared common interests. Unfortunately this is all I know.

My Maternal Grandfather Robert Schramm is German, and Scottish.

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     The only photo I have of him.

His paternal line is German, and his Mother was German, and Scottish. His Grandfather was the first to immigrate from Germany. Adam Schramm my Second Great Grandfather arrived in New York from port Bremen aboard the SS Mosel on March 22, 1882.

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The picture above is the ship he came on. I traced him to a church in the former Manhattanville  on 125th street, and Amsterdam. It is called St. Joseph of the Holy Family.

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I took the photo above upon my visit there. St. Josephs had baptismal records for three generations of my Schramm’s. It was extremely eerie sitting inside the church. I actually cried a lot, and could feel oddly connected.
The census records allowed me to follow in their footsteps, along with military records. My Great Grandfather Andrew died young. My Grandfather was an orphan at thirteen. He, and his brother George Frederick went to live with their older brother John.
John Schramm was a young Father himself, and newly married. They all made a living working in lumber yards, and auto jobs.
World War II took them all to Europe.
My Grandfather served as Private First Class Company K 26th Infantry Regiment.

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      That is the logo for the 26th Infantry Regiment, also called blue spades.

Photo Courtesy: Wikipedia

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       This is a photo of the 26th Infantry Regiment in Germany.
Photo Courtesy: Wikipedia

He did not come back right, and he struggled with alcoholism. I have been ordering birth, and death records for as many ancestors I can trace.
When his death certificate arrived, it was bittersweet. He died alone at forty-eight from alcoholism. When I opened the mail, I cried for a long time. I wished more than anything I could have been there for him.
I am now though, by living a life to honor not only him but all my ancestors.
Recently I visited his grave with my sister. My Grandfather, and Grand Uncle are buried in Long Island Military Cemeteries.

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That is a photo from our Veterans Day visit with Grandpa. My Uncle (his namesake) is buried there with him. My uncle died at the age of twenty-six, he had no children. He joined his Father only three years after. He was beaten in Far Rockaway, and died shortly after.

I’m still trying to trace Grandfathers family in Germany but there isn’t much to go on. The church records here say Bavaria. My Second Great Grandfather Adam was married to a Margaret Stark.
My other Grand Uncle George Frederick Schramm is a mystery. I would love to find his burial, and visit him.
I’ve recently turned to Genetic DNA testing with Family Tree DNA. I’m waiting for that Schramm match or breakthrough cousin.
Grandfathers Maternal line consists of my Great Grandmother Emma Neese. Her Father was John Neese a German, and Scottish man.
Her Mother was Mary Ann Wright a Scottish woman.
A recent cousin match with DNA for this line; uncovered disturbing news.
My Second Great Grandfather John Neese died in sing sing prison. His sentence was for killing his wife, my Second Great Grandmother.
My sister and I visited her grave recently. We found she had no headstone, and we are buying one this year for her.
To find out how I discovered Mary’s burial site read my Dreams Category. It’s pretty creepy but it happens to me often.

Someday, I’m hopeful, I’ll find more.

Two Souls: Saga Three

Two Souls: Saga Three
Written By: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
Copyright©2015

Lovers are we; two souls searching.
Dreams haunted by your presence; awakened by thoughts of this lover.
An infinite Déjà vu of memories.
Searching every pair of eyes met; I seek you out.
My heart longs for you; I feel so incomplete.
Visions of halls lined with golden shields, chase me.
This mighty hero holds me in his arms, and whispers: “I’m coming soon.”
Fold these thoughts gently into my heart, I wait.
As time moves eternally.

Two Souls: Saga Two

Two Souls: Saga Two
Written By: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
Copyright©2015

Lovers are we; two souls divided.
The depth to which we have fallen, immeasurable.
The space between us; an ever growing Universe.
Time consumes; a constant reminder of your absence.
Emptiness; the feeling that eats from the inside out.
One moment without you; a thousand lifetimes, my love.
I would suffer this exile eternally, if it meant one tender kiss from you.

Two Souls: Saga One

Two Souls: Saga One
Written By: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym: Adinah Schramm
Copyright© 2015

Lovers are we; two souls united.
Exposed, bare, we see.
Bound, connected by divinity.
Through the halls adorned in golden shields, we roam.
His reflection, his image, found among my Gods
My lover meets me in the cover of night.
His kisses like honey, sweet; yet forbidden.
Covered, in forbidden love.
Naked, under the tree of life.
We gaze into each others soul.

Time

“ It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”

Rose Kennedy

Time,
The moments that are supposed to,
Put distance
Between you, and me
Your thoughts,
Remain,
Recall
The memories,
Bring pain
Your words,
Reflect
In my heart
When I,
Dig deep
They tear me
Apart

Written by: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
Copyright©

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