You may have discovered the new link in the Link section called "Meet my wacky Great Grandfather". If you've known me for any length of time, you know that I like to dabble in genealogy. Over the years I've discovered connections to English royalty (like most of the cast of Shakespeare's histories), Robert Jemison Van de Graff, the creator of the Van de Graff generator (that thing at COSI that makes your hair stand up), and that whole bunch of Boisfeuillet's who left a castle to my uncle (he didn't take it). Well, now I've started a blog (with the help of my cousin Peggy) to record what we've learned about Dr. James Charles Oakshette.
Dr. O is one of those people who don't really seem real. The legends are amazing. We grew up hearing that his second wife was related to Nathan Hale; that he was a missionary to the Dakotas; that he was Oxford-educated and continued his education until his death. Well some of this is just family legend. Mary Hale isn't related to Nathan Hale. Oxford has no record of his attending school there. But he was a missionary. He did start the Baha'i congregation in Atlanta. He was a homeopathic physician and later studied law to save his medical practice.
So, check in on Dr. O's blog from time to time to see what other fun Dr. O has gotten himself into. You might discover more about me and my family than you'd ever want to know.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
It's spring and time for a little house cleaning. I put a new coat of paint on the blog, a new template that reflects my "sandbar"ness, so to speak. Expect to see some of the more morose, SAD-afflicted posts deleted. I'm considering starting another blog for my puppetry/theatre/sewing interests and leaving this one for rambling. But, I like "Crossing the Bar", so maybe I'll just pull up an adirondack chair and push my toes down in the sand for a spell.
I'm hoping to get some pictures from "The Lion in Winter". The you can see how well the costuming turned out. Meanwhile, here's a little something from the puppetry files. This is me with Feathers LaBoa and the Goose of Christmas Past.
So, pardon me now while I pour a glass of Aunt Pearl's Sweet Tea and relax.