Rolled eyes – Redux

I really like this post I wrote a few months ago…

Rosh had used Rolled eyes in a comment.

ORIGINAL POST

I really like that expression Rosh had used in a comment.

Rolled eyes.

In fact I don’t care that much about rolled eyes. I bring people to life on this blog so those who don’t roll their eyes can see them.

Idala 1930

I know Idala’s granddaughter isn’t the one to roll her eyes when she reads my blog.

I hope her grandchildren will open them wide one day.

Identification of Idala's sons

Have you ever goggled Idala Lagasse?

Toodles.

END OF ORIGINAL POST

Have you ever goggled Marcelline David?

DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD…

THE AUTHOR IS NOT KNOWN. IT WAS FOUND IN THE BILLFOLD OF COACH PAUL BEAR BRYANT, ALABAMA,  AFTER HE DIED IN 1982
The Magic Bank Account
Imagine that you had won the following *PRIZE* in a contest: Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400 in your private account for your use.  However, this prize has rules:
The set of rules:
1. Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you.
2. You may not simply transfer money into some other account.
3. You may only spend it.
4. Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400 for that day.
5. The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, “Game Over!”. It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.
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What would you personally do?
You would buy anything and everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, because you knew it would be replenished in the morning, right?
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ACTUALLY, This GAME is REAL …
Shocked ??? YES!
Each of us is already a winner of this *PRIZE*. We just can’t seem to see it.
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The PRIZE is *TIME*
1. Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds
as a gift of life.
2. And when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is Not credited to us.
3. What we haven’t used up that day is forever lost.
4. Yesterday is forever gone.
5. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time WITHOUT WARNING…
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SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?
Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars.  Think about it and remember to enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.
So take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and enjoy life!
Here’s wishing you a wonderful and beautiful day. Start “spending”….
“DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD…!”
SOME PEOPLE DON’T GET THE PRIVILEGE!

I am not quitting just taking it easy from now on… Redux

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September 15, 2044

I had written this in September 2014…

That was 30 years ago. Time flies doesn’t it.

So I got curious about what I had written some 30 years ago.

I wanted to do this in July.

Look how many posts were published in July…

29!

In August…

37!

I think I should keep the promise I made at the end of June and repair my B-17!

See you then next Monday with more about Harry.

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Pierre, the repairs on the B-17 are long overdue…

Next time, we travel back in time to see Lovely Rita and find out more about her life.

Lovely Rita

Courtesy Carole H.

Footnote

September 15, 2014

I will be more reasonable from now on.

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Rolled eyes

I really like that expression Rosh had used in a comment.

Rolled eyes.

In fact I don’t care that much about rolled eyes. I bring people to life on this blog so those who don’t roll their eyes can see them.

Idala 1930

I know Alyce isn’t the one to roll her eyes when she reads my blog.

I hope her grandchildren will open them wide one day.

Identification of Idala's sons

Have you ever goggled Idala Lagasse?

Toodles.

Are you suffering from GOD?

Post 801

We are at a crossroad my loyal readers because we will be closing a chapter on this blog.

Harry Lagasse

Harry Lagasse

Are you suffering from GOD?

Genealogical obsessive disorder?

That what I think after I have been reading a few posts from a new found blogger about genealogy.

I am definitely suffering from GOD.

No disrespect God wise.

Which makes me think about BWD.

Blog writing disorder.

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Dear Pierre,
I hope you’re not tired helping people to find their ancestors!

family picture of Dennis Lagassey and Amanda Menard with children

Smile!

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Just kidding of course…

Who’s who in my zoo?

Post 799!

Rosh used that expression in a comment after I wrote this:

Don’t read too many in one day.
Don’t rush into this.
Your head will spin

She wrote back…

I know. It already is. I’ll make sense of it over time. I’ve spent years figuring out who’s who in my zoo.

Comments are most often overlooked which is a shame.

Here are a few gem comments posted lately.

From Richard Lemaire about my posts on the Myers and Chrétien Lemaire…

My ancestor Jean-Baptiste Lemaire married Marie-Madeleine Darche at St. Joseph in Chambly in 1786.

He was born in Besancon, Doubs, Franche Comté circa 1753, son of Joseph or Claude Joseph Lemaire and Jeanne Costille.  Tradition says he was with the French Troops under Rochambeau along with a brother Claude (Marie) Lemaire and uncle Laurent Costille.

Claude returned to France via Barbados. JB and uncle went on to Canada.

I am writing this as I had a researcher insists JB was Chretien’s son. I know there were two JBs in Chambly at this time.

Thanks for reading.

Richard

From Aquila about my post on Find a Grave…

I have to agree with what he wrote, Pierre. I was preparing the memorial for a family member and when I went to add it to Find a Grave discovered that someone else had already entered a memorial but with no real information. I asked if they would transfer the memorial to me and was told no, it would reduce their collection of memorials. I would rather see the control of the memorials on Find a Grave in the hands of family members rather than collectors. It was a painful and sad realization that my family member was no longer mine in death and that their memorial was a just a way of counting coup and had no other meaning for the person in control of it.

As a footnote to this 799th post…

My father was born on August 31st, 1927.

He would have been 87 today and be a great-grandfather for a fourth time.

Instead he had decided to leave this Earth completely broken by life at 69 on August 27th, 1995.

Léo Lagacé Junior Repos St-François d'Assise

August 27th, 1995. That’s the last time I saw him even if he was too ashamed to see his three loving children before he left this Earth.

Around 11 PM he turned towards me and this broken-hearted little child found inner peace.

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