Jul 14, 2009
Jul 12, 2009
Jul 9, 2009
Dream Interpretation
I thought I'd have a little fun with dream interpretation, for whatever it's worth.
During elementary and junior high school I had a recurring dream:
My Aunt Donna and I were running down a hilly gravel road, that had green grass on both sides. In the far distance, there was a yellow Volkswagen Bug that was chasing us. I did not feel fear, but just excitement and curiosity about why a yellow bug would chase us.
According to dream interpretation sites, here is some insight:
Aunt Donna = security
running = avoiding
yellow = sickness or cowardice
bug = ant = social conformity
hilly = small challenges
road = steady progress
green grass = freedom and growth
therefore:
I was feeling secure, as I was avoiding the sickness and cowardice of social conformity, although it was a bit of challenge for me to do so. I was making steady progress in my journey toward freedom and growth.
What do you think? hocus pocus? insightful?
During elementary and junior high school I had a recurring dream:
My Aunt Donna and I were running down a hilly gravel road, that had green grass on both sides. In the far distance, there was a yellow Volkswagen Bug that was chasing us. I did not feel fear, but just excitement and curiosity about why a yellow bug would chase us.
According to dream interpretation sites, here is some insight:
Aunt Donna = security
running = avoiding
yellow = sickness or cowardice
bug = ant = social conformity
hilly = small challenges
road = steady progress
green grass = freedom and growth
therefore:
I was feeling secure, as I was avoiding the sickness and cowardice of social conformity, although it was a bit of challenge for me to do so. I was making steady progress in my journey toward freedom and growth.
What do you think? hocus pocus? insightful?
Jul 4, 2009
Jul 3, 2009
Some Family History
Lydia asked that we take her to some of the family cemeteries during her visit to Ohio. My dad and his brother Dale went along and told us some stories.
Below is Aiden, the 8th generation after the original John Wyse, whose tombstone is shown. He came to Ohio from Alsace-Lorraine in the 1830s or so. To my knowledge, no one has been able to trace any ancestry previous to this man. He is called Deacon John Wyse, because he was a deacon in the church, and this differentiates him from the other men named John Wyse who have followed him.
Deacon John had a daughter-in-law who knew she was going to die for a few months prior to her death, as her unborn baby had died and was never born. She made valentines cards for her 2 children whom she knew would be left behind after her death, when she was only 29 years old. She and her husband had purchased a farm, but she did not live to move into the farmhouse. They had lived with her in-laws until they could buy a farm, and the story is told that she would look out of the window of her in-laws home, and talk about the promised land (their new farm), wondering if she would live to get there. One of those children that she left behind was my dad's grandfather, whose valentine is below:
Below is Aiden, the 8th generation after the original John Wyse, whose tombstone is shown. He came to Ohio from Alsace-Lorraine in the 1830s or so. To my knowledge, no one has been able to trace any ancestry previous to this man. He is called Deacon John Wyse, because he was a deacon in the church, and this differentiates him from the other men named John Wyse who have followed him.
Deacon John had a daughter-in-law who knew she was going to die for a few months prior to her death, as her unborn baby had died and was never born. She made valentines cards for her 2 children whom she knew would be left behind after her death, when she was only 29 years old. She and her husband had purchased a farm, but she did not live to move into the farmhouse. They had lived with her in-laws until they could buy a farm, and the story is told that she would look out of the window of her in-laws home, and talk about the promised land (their new farm), wondering if she would live to get there. One of those children that she left behind was my dad's grandfather, whose valentine is below:
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