My Publishing Hobby

Over the past several years I have published a total of 13 books. As 2015 comes to a close, I’d like to recap my publishing efforts with a summary of this aspect of my life.

My Father’s Love

·         A book of the poems written by my father, Vernon Russell, during WWII while on a ship in the South Pacific. Published as a tribute to him (he passed away in 2006 just a few days short of my parents’ 60^th anniversary). All the copies went to family and friends.

·         3/2009, 70 pages, total printing of 18 copies

College Daze

·         A book of all the poems that I have written. While the earliest one dates to my elementary school days, the vast majority were written during a creative streak while I was in college (hence the name).

·         3/2009, 136 pages, total printing of 18 copies

Special Poems for Special People

·         A book of poems that had been written by my mother-in-law, Mary Ellen VanDeCar. Most were written to/about other people in her life. I did this as a surprise to her while she was in a nursing home the final year of her life (she passed away in February 2010). She was very surprised to receive it and was the “star” of the nursing home for several months – after all, how many people in nursing homes have a book published!

·         5/2009, 210 pages, total printing of 112 copies

The Replacement

·         The true war stories of a friend from church, Robert Kauffman, who served as a private during WWII. This was God-directed – I was showing some men my father’s book at a breakfast meeting when I distinctly heard God saying to me, “Go see Bob.” After breakfast I drove to his house and told him that God had sent me to ask about publishing his stories. Bob’s wife had passed away a few months earlier and, as he had devoted the prior couple of years to taking care of her, he wasn’t sure what to do next. This reinvigorated him. Over the next few years he gave innumerable speeches to various civic organizations and churches, appeared on TV, and spoke at the Gettysburg National Cemetery.

·         9/2009, 208 pages, total printing of 1163 copies

My Legacy

·         Another book of poetry, these were written by Ardella Bray, another friend from church, who had written most of them as tributes to people in her life at milestone events.

·         6/2010, 100 pages, total printing of 103 copies

Thoughts to Ponder

·         A friend from work, Lela Hartranft, had been writing short devotionals as inserts for her church bulletins for a number of years and wanted to turn them into a book of 366 devotionals (one for every day of the year). Part of the challenge was that these had been written in several different word processors over the years and they all had to be converted to a common format. This is the largest book I have done, but it was a joy to work on.

·         8/2010, 408 pages, total printing of 155 copies

Sir Marrok and The Complete Sir Marrok

·         When our daughter and son-in-law had their first child they gave him the middle name of Marrok, after Sir Marrok of the Knights of the Round Table. A fictional book had been written about Sir Marrok in 1902, but it was long out of print (and out of copyright) and the only copies were ones that had been scanned from library collections. As a tribute to my grandson, I converted a scanned copy to a fresh document and republished it. As I had been reading it, there was a spot in the book where the original author, Allen French, had alluded to two stories that he had not included. I decided to challenge myself and wrote the “missing” chapters, in the same style as the original author and fitting in with his timeline. I then published a second version a few months later.

·         Sir Marrok, 7/2010, 128 pages, total printing of 27 copies

·         The Complete Sir Marrok, 11/2010, total printing of 24 copies

Passing it On: Lessons Learned in Life

·         Another long-time friend, Richard Gehman, had been a missionary in Kenya, Africa for many years. He decided to write his life story and asked my help in publishing it. He has also written several other books about missions, but this was a more personal effort.

·         7/2011, 260 pages, total printing of 158 copies

Calvinism in Light of the General Tenor of the Scriptures

·         I seem to be attracted to older friends with church connections. Roy Hertzog is a retired pastor and wanted to publish the results of many years of research that he had done on a theological topic. A very different genre from most of my other publishing efforts, but I learn from everything that I publish as I read them very thoroughly as I edit them.

·         5/2015, 142 pages, total printing of 85 copies

My Life

·         After doing books for many others, I decided to publish my own life story. I had also been frustrated as I kept running into things that I wish I had asked my parents and grandparents before they passed on. So I tried to answer those same questions about myself so that my children and grandchildren would have the answers when they began asking these types of questions. This was a fun writing exercise as I mostly just sat at the computer and wrote in a “stream of consciousness” style to capture all that I could remember about my life.

·         11/2015, 186 pages, total printing of 30 copies

He Gave Me A Song

·         I was approached by a lady I know who had been helping an older friend, Sammie Trumbore, with the editing of a book of her life story. Sammie had grown up in the depression in Texas and had a vivid memory of all that had happened to her, but every chapter was written as if someone in her life at the time was writing about her. A joy for me to help with this. It also turned out that my wife and I knew Sammie from a few decades before when her daughter was a part of a Sunday School class at our church.

·         3/2015, 240 pages, total printing of 203 copies

Journeys with God

·         Marilyn Harris is the cousin of Roy Hertzog (above). She is a retired home health care nurse and has edited one of the “bibles” of this field, “Handbook of Home Health Care Administration,” now in its sixth edition. But this was a more personal book of devotions and short stories from her life so was not necessarily appropriate for the professional editing and distribution that her other book used. A great lady to get to know and another fun effort for me as I got to read through all that she had written.

·         11/2015, 132 pages, total printing of 205 copies

When I retired in 2007 at the age of 58-1/2, I never envisioned having a hobby of book publishing. But here I am, nearly 9 years later, with a portfolio of 13 books. I also have a few others “in the works” that may or may not come to fruition in the coming year or so (a follow-on to “Journeys with God”, a book about my high school principal, Mr. D’Agostino, being written by his daughter, and another I’m not at liberty to share yet).

I don’t make much money with this hobby. Most of the copies I provide at cost to the writer and they can give them away or sell as they desire. My only income is from the copies that are sold via amazon.com and that has amounted to only a little over $1000 during the past 7 years. But this is a hobby, so the goal is to not spend too much money, not to turn a profit.

My real joy is seeing the happiness on the faces of those who have written these books – Bob, Ardella, Lela, Sammie, Marilyn, Roy, etc. There is something about holding in your hands a physical copy of something that you may have spent many years writing. I’m glad for the small part that I am able to play in this.

The Original Jingle Bells

If you ask nearly anyone, they will be able to recognize and sing (at least a little bit) the familiar Christmas song, Jingle Bells. However, the tune that they sing is NOTHING like the original.

The original song was written in 1857 by my 3^rd cousin (five times removed), James Lord Pierpont. James lived from 1822 to 1893 and wrote a number of songs. However, Jingle Bells is probably the only one that people have heard of. The original song was titled, “One Horse Open Sleigh” and had not only a much more complicated tune, but slightly different words. (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jingle_Bells for the complete story).

Here is a link to the original score. (http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/ampage?collId=sm1820&fileName=sm2/sm1857/620000/620520/mussm620520.db&recNum=0&itemLink=r?ammem/mussm:@filreq(@field(NUMBER+@band(sm1857+620520))+@field(COLLID+sm1820))&linkText=0).

You can see beginning on page 3 the different tune of the chorus. Instead of starting out with seven consecutive notes the same, and several other strings of the same notes in a row, the original tune is much more complicated.

Here is a link to the music itself. (http://www.stephen-foster-songs.de/MP3/amsong24.mp3). And if you like a much more jazzed up version, here is one for a player piano (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2KU7QxkKPM&feature=related).

I hope you enjoy this little bit of history into a song that was written by one of my relatives.

Moving to Wolcott in 1946

In an earlier posting (The Nomadic Life of Vernon Russell), I wrote the following – “That summer he bought a home and land and when they married in September of that year that’s where they began their married life.”

I was thinking earlier today how much of a bold move that was. My parents were not even dating before my father went off to serve in WWII in the summer of 1944. My mother was just the younger sister of my father’s best friend. But she was also part of a group of young people at Mill Plain Union Church who wrote letters to the boys overseas. They began a long series of letters to each other over the next two years. When he returned in late April of 1946 he proposed to her. He had a few weeks yet to serve at the Brooklyn Navy Yard before he was finally discharged at the end of May 1946. They married in September of 1946 and after a brief honeymoon moved into the house that they had purchased in Wolcott and where they would live until passing away 60 and 66 years later respectively.

Although the north end of Wolcott was not that far geographically from Waterbury, in many ways it was a world away. Consider the following:

·         Wolcott had no post office, so mail in the southern part of town was delivered from Waterbury but mail in the northern part of town was an RFD Bristol address.

·         Wolcott had no phone exchange, so while phones in the southern part of town were from Waterbury, phones in the northern part of town were from Bristol. It was a long distance phone call to everyone in Waterbury – to all their friends and relatives, my father’s work, etc.

·         Unlike the well-developed school system in Waterbury with multiple high schools, Wolcott was just beginning to think about something other than one-room elementary schools. The first such school, Alcott School, had been approved by the voters the previous year (1945), but at the time that my parents bought their property the students were likely still going to the old North School. And a high school was over a decade in the future with high school students having to take a bus to Waterbury.

·         The population of the entire town was perhaps 2500 people, most of whom lived in the southern half of town.

·         Although Wolcott Road had been completed (as the first paved road in town) in 1935, traffic on it was quite light. (My father often mentioned that in those early years it was not unusual that he could drive all the way to Waterbury in the morning without seeing another car.)

The house and land that they purchased was on a dirt road a short distance from Wolcott Road. There were only two homes on that dirt road – theirs which had been built five years previously (in 1941), and a much smaller house which had been built in 1943.

The price of the house and the accompanying 23 acres of land was around $7,000. I’m sure that the relative isolation of living in the north end of Wolcott was some of the reason for that price. But while that seems like such a small amount of money today, it was still three times my father’s annual salary back in 1946, so the mortgage seemed like a huge amount of money! Here are some statistics from that year:

·         Federal minimum wage - $0.40/hour

·         Average annual income - $2600

·         Average home cost - $5150

·         Monthly apartment rental - $35

·         New car - $1125

·         First class stamp - $0.03

·         One year tuition at Harvard - $420

·         Milk/eggs/bread - $0.67/gallon, $0.59/dozen, $0.10/loaf

My father’s separation pay from the Navy went toward the down payment on the house and a few items of furniture. Some of the other items of furniture were donations from family and friends.

I wonder what their family and friends thought about them buying a house “so far out”. A place with an RFD Bristol address, a place where a phone call to them was long distance, a place in a town with mostly one-room schools and no high school, and a big piece of property that cost three times my father’s salary.

Truly that was a bold move for them. But as the years (and decades) passed, as the town grew and as their family grew with it, it was a move that they never regretted. Maybe they were just ahead of their time!

Christmas 2015

Christmas 2015

I looked at my calendar the other day and realized that another year was approaching completion and it was time to write our annual Christmas letter.

Family – Finally, a year without a new grandchild! Looks like we’ll be stopping at seven.

Chris and family decided this year that they would be moving from New Jersey to Florida. Their best friends from Lockheed both moved to the Orlando area (one staying with Lockheed and the other going with Wycliffe Associates). That left a big hole in their lives, so they decided to move there as well. Chris filled out an application and sent it to several groups at the Orlando Lockheed facility and was accepted. Of course, moving that far meant a lot of work – both to get their current place ready for sale, for the move itself, and then finding a new place to live in FL. Lockheed paid for a trip down to do house hunting, but they did a lot of looking online before going. They settled on a small (960 sq. ft.) place that needed a bit of work, but that had a pool in the backyard (or perhaps I should emphasize that had a yard as they had just a small lot in a trailer park in NJ). After some negotiations and an inspection, they took ownership a few weeks ago and moved in just before Thanksgiving (they were staying in an extended-stay hotel for a few weeks in the meantime).

We made one last trip to NJ in October to stay with them for a few days – and to help with some of the preparations for moving. So not only were we their first guests in NJ, but now we were their last guests there as well. We’ll miss having them close enough that we could just run down for a weekend. A trip to FL is going to require a lot more planning and will have to be longer than a weekend with the amount of travel time! But we’re already starting to make plans for a trip in the early spring!

One of the things that keeps us tied up here is taking care of Kim and Matthew’s four boys. Ethan started kindergarten this year at Seven Generations Charter School. We (Kim as well as Donna and I) decided that taking a 45-minute bus ride to school every day was a bit much for a 5-year old. But we discovered another family who lived just down the foot of our hill had the same thought (they have three girls with the oldest being Ethan’s age). So we have a carpool arrangement – I take Ethan to their house in the morning and Addie’s mom drives the two of them (as well as her other two) in. Originally Kim was going to pick them up on her way home, but her job changed (more on that below), so I drive in to Emmaus in the afternoon and bring the two kids home. Ethan and Addie have become best of friends and even sit at the same table in the same room (there are three kindergarten classes in the school). While it’s an extra chore to do the driving every day, that also means that there are only three boys home during the day to take care of, so that’s become a little easier. Only four more years until they’re all in school! Since we’re going to be associated with the school for several years I have joined their Board of Trustees.

Besides Chris’s job transfer, Kim also decided to make a change this year. The company that she’s been in for the past 15 years was going nowhere. Penn Treaty is officially in “rehab” meaning that the state has taken them over. They thought that once they came out of rehab that they could become a third-party provider of long term care claims, but the state has been dragging this on for so long that it now appears that there will be other more established claims providers and that Penn Treaty will be disappearing before too long. So, rather than waiting for that to happen, Kim decided to apply for one of the other providers that has a better future. She got a promotion (to assistant manager of operations) out of it and a nice raise, but it also means that she has a one hour commute instead of the nice 15-minute drive that she had before. So she’s not home until a little after 6pm these days (work day is 8:30-5:00) instead of having a 7:00-3:00 shift and getting home before 4pm. Her change as well as the move for Chris and family all took place in November – so we’re still getting used to new routines.

Travels – Since we are tied down a bit with caring for grandchildren we don’t get in much traveling right now.  However, besides our usual week at Pinebrook in the Poconos with the entire family, I did have one very significant trip this year.

I was selected as a flight chaperon for AFS this year and chose to chaperon the exchange students returning to Ghana at the end of their year here. Since part of the requirement is that the chaperon stay in the country for a week, I stayed for an extra nine days and spent the time with our exchange student daughter, Shirley. Picture above is me with Shirley and her mother on the beach by the hotel. I asked Shirley for a recommendation for a hotel that was near where she lived and told her that I didn’t want to do the typical tourist things, but to spend time “with the people.” Except for a few other westerners who were in the hotel for the weekend when I first arrived, I didn’t see any other fair-skinned folks for the entire time I was there. It was wonderful!

One of the highlights of the trip was getting an audience with the Ruler of the Ga tribe (the tribe that Shirley is part of). His Royal Majesty King Odaifio Welentsi III is the Overlord of the Ga’s, the Paramount Chief of the Nungua Traditional Area and President of the Nungua Traditional Council. In the picture below I am wearing traditional Ghanaian garb in preparation for my audience with the king. 

Miscellaneous – We finally decided to make the move that many have been and eliminate our “landline” phone and depend solely on our cell phones. So the number that we’ve had for the past 37 years will no longer reach us. Our primary number will be my cell, since I have it on all the time – 610-703-5545. Please erase our old number and use this one instead. Donna is still getting used to keeping her cell phone with her and keeping it charged and on, so she may not always answer, but her number is 610-739-6210.

Continuing my weight loss challenge of doing it slowly and steadily, I’ve taken off another 6 pounds this past year. Still a ways to go, but I’m continuing to move in the right direction, and by having all of you as a yearly check-in that gives an extra incentive!

Helped publish yet another book this year – this one a series of devotions and memories that was written by a lady who is related to a few of the older members of our church (and who went there from birth to age 18 – but that was over 65 years ago). Completed the project in a record six weeks. Now she’s already working on part two!

Planning a visit to Connecticut in a few weeks to meet some distant Russell relatives that I have discovered during my genealogy research. Getting to know these “long lost” relatives is fun.

Hoping that all of you are doing well. This may not be politically correct these days, but here’s wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

            

.Alan & Donna

The James Walter Russell family (part 2) – Learning from my mistakes

About two weeks ago I posted a blog entitled “Disconnected Russells – The James Walter Russell Family.” As is my habit, whenever I post a blog I also post a link to it in my Facebook account. I will also often tag people who I think might be interested in it – in this case any of my Facebook friends who are descended from James Walter Russell. Since then I’ve gotten a number of replies, not only from these friends, but from other descendants of James Walter who saw it posted. In the process, I’ve had not one, not two, but three different mistakes pointed out to me. So I thought it would be interested to explore the “anatomy” of these mistakes, why I made them, and so to learn from them.

Mistake 1 – Not being careful

One of the first responses I got said, “Hi Alan, I’m Donald Russell’s second daughter, Donna Russell Todd. …” She was not one of my Facebook friends (but since then I’ve friended her), so I checked out to see where she was in my long document on all the descendants of Walter J Russell (our common ancestor). She was listed there, but to my dismay she was listed as the first daughter, not the second! My mistake! So, where did I go wrong?

Ancestry.com is a great source for finding information on ancestors, but it’s not designed for doing so for living individuals – so for that you often have to turn to other sources. One good source is obituaries. I had found the online obituary for Donald Russell, Donna’s father, from 2007. In it were listed the names of his children. Children are often listed in descending order by age, but that’s not always the case (for example, sometime the sons and daughters are in separate lists). So I generally check them out by using other sources that give the age of the individual. In this case, I was able to find three of Donald’s daughters but not the fourth (the root cause turned out to be that I had misspelled her married name as it was an unusual one). So I put the three whose ages I could verify in the proper order and put the other one at the end. As it turned out, the one I put at the end was the oldest, not the youngest.

That’s not a real big deal, except that the descendant chart that I use relies on birth order in order to assign a unique ID to each person. So I had to go back and renumber everyone in the subtree for Donald’s descendants.

Mistake 2 – Making assumptions

Donald’s obituary, as is common, did not list any one below his children, it only stated that he had “10 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren”. But in exploring whether any of them were passing on the Russell surname I made an assumption that the family would be using the patronymic naming convention that we generally use.

The patronymic naming convention is based on a male hierarchy. Thus, when individuals get married, the wife changes her last name to be the same as her husband’s. And, any children will also have the family name from the husband [and the wife]. Donald only had four daughters. I could see from the obituary that three of them were married and that all three had taken on the last name of their husbands. Thus, I felt pretty secure in assuming that any children would also have the last names of the men, and that none would have the Russell surname. However, that assumption proved to be incorrect!

One of the replies I got stated, “Alan, Laura Russell Donaldson, my mother-in-law, has a son who was given the Russell name. Should he and I have any children they will carry on the name. There’s still hope that it won’t disappear forever!” This reply was from Cody Elizabeth, someone whose name I didn’t recognize.

Further conversations with her uncovered the fact that this son was from a relationship that happened before Laura was married. Since there was no husband to name him after, Laura gave her son her family name, which was still Russell. I have since friended both the son, Chris Russell, and his wife, Cody Elizabeth [Russell].

Mistake 3 – Having a point of view

The final conversation came from a reply from Michele Russell, another of James Walter’s descendants. In my blog about his family I had called them the “missing branch” because of the combination of circumstances (primarily early deaths) that had caused them to lose connection with the rest of the “family tree”. But that presumed that I was part of the main tree and they were the “missing branch.” But Michele ended her conversation with me by stating, “And all this time we thought YOU guys were the lost branch, LOL!” And she was right.

In my blog on “Why I do what I do”, I noted that when my mother died in 2012, “I came to the conclusion that I was then the oldest living ‘Russell’ in our family tree” because I was not aware of any relatives from my great-grandfather on down who had the Russell name and who were older than I was. So only 3 years ago I was feeling like the “lost branch” and now I assign that label to someone else just because I had since discovered all the relationships by going further back up the family tree. How you feel about something depends on where you are and your point of view.

We will always make mistakes. But if we learn from them and try to avoid making the same mistakes again, then we can turn the negatives into positives. I’m thankful to Donna, Cory, and Michele for pointing out these mistakes to me.

Disconnected Russells – The James Walter Russell Family

My great-great-grandfather was Walter J. Russell. He was the first of my Russell ancestors to be in Connecticut – he was born in Dover, Dutchess County, NY in 1852 but moved to CT sometime shortly after the Civil War. He married his first wife, Lois Ann Cook, on May 29, 1870 in Kent, Litchfield County, CT when he was just 18. Their first child, my great-grandfather Louis Morgan Russell, was born on August 26, 1871.

Walter and Lois had six children together before Lois passed away in 1883 at the age of just 28. Walter married again a few years later to Cornelia Sutphin in 1885 in New Milford, CT. He and Cornelia had four children. One of these was James Walter Russell who was born in 1893. On September 27, 1895, Walter passed away at the age of 43. Just two years later Cornelia also passed away at the age of 39.

The children of Walter and his first wife Lois had either left home by then or were old enough to be on their own. But the four children of Walter and his second wife Cornelia were younger. The oldest of the four, Earl, was 7 and he was taken in by some family friends. But the youngest three, Silas, James, and Edith were placed in an orphanage in Winsted, CT. They were ages 6, 4, and 3 respectively. Because of both the age differences and the physical separation, the four young children of Walter and Cornelia rarely saw their older half-siblings again.

Three of these children, Earl, Silas, and Edith, lived into their eighties. Earl married but never had any children, Silas never married, and neither did Edith. James married in 1920 and he and his wife had three children, Donald born in 1922, Shirley born in 1924, and Robert born in 1926. James then passed away in 1927 at the age of just 33, leaving his wife to raise their three young preschoolers.

Donald married and had four children – all girls – so there are none to pass on the Russell family name (see correction in comments). Shirley married and also had four children, but they will not pass on the Russell family name either. Robert married and also had four children – three of them are girls and will not pass on the Russell family name, and the lone male offspring has no children and so he will not pass the Russell family name along either.

Thus it appeared to this portion of the greater Russell family that not only were they cut off from any of their Russell relatives, but that the Russell family name was going to die out with them. Donald, Shirley, and Robert never knew their father well as he died when they were so young. And the only two relatives from his side of the family who they knew at all well, Earl and Silas who lived in the area, had no offspring. And despite there being a total of twelve children born to the three children of James, none of them would be passing along the Russell name to the next generation!

My cousin George Russell had heard about this “missing branch” of the Russell family tree from his father and had visited Robert in CT about 20 years ago. And based on some information that I received from him I had done some genealogical research and filled in some of the above story. It was just three years ago that I contacted them and introduced myself. I have since friended many of the family on Facebook and have stayed in touch with them. Sometime in the next few weeks I will be making a trip to that part of CT and meeting face-to-face with my long-lost cousins. Robert is still living at age 89, although his memory is fading. Although he is younger than my father would be, he was a first cousin to my grandfather (because of the 20+ year difference in age between my great-grandfather Louis and Robert’s father James).

I can’t do anything about the dying out of the Russell family name in this branch of the family, but at least through my genealogical research I have been able to connect them back in to the larger Russell family. I’m looking forward to meeting my cousins!

Tuna Fish and Headaches

25 years ago, there was a time when I was having fairly regular headaches - but only on Sunday mornings at church. Not all the time, but more often than not, and never during the week. And by Sunday evening I was fine again. Since I didn't think that church should be the cause of a physical ailment, I started looking for a cause. After a few months of trying to be conscious of when these headaches struck and when they did not and what was a common factor, I came to the conclusion that it was tuna.

A little explanation of my life at the time: I was working full-time and my normal lunch was a lunch meat sandwich - two slices of wheat bread, lightly spread with mayonnaise, and a piece or two (depending on thickness) of bologna, ham, or whatever else had been on sale the previous week. I have always liked tuna, but because of the higher amount of liquids (oil, water, mayonnaise) in the making, a tuna sandwich gets pretty soggy after sitting in a baggie for the 5-6 hours between making it and lunch time. So I would quite often "reward" myself by having a tuna sandwich on Saturday when I could make it and immediately consume it. We almost always bought tuna packed in water as it tended to be a higher quality tuna, but even without all the oil and a better taste, I got the headaches.

At any rate, having concluded that tuna was the culprit, I could check it out. If I had tuna on Saturday for lunch, then I would have a headache the next morning; if I had something else on Saturday, then no headache! I had an answer, but not one that I really liked. So, as much as I still liked tuna, I removed it from my Saturday routine for the next couple of years.

Whatever it was in the tuna (was it mercury, or was that it really wasn't tuna at all as this article states), after an extended time without it, my body naturally flushed out the level of toxin. I found that I could still have tuna on occasion - such as in something else (tuna casserole) - and not have any adverse effects. Now, a few decades later, I can even have an entire tuna sandwich (tuna sub from Subway anyone?) and not have any adverse effects from it. Keep it in moderation, certainly not every Saturday like I used to, and everything is okay.

Four learnings:

1 - I still like tuna, but now it’s an occasional reward only

2 - I have always preferred fish and poultry to red meats - not only are they generally better on our budget, but there is less environmental impact - typical beef raising consumes a lot of grain, occupies a lot of land, generates methanol, etc

3 - It is possible to self-diagnose some of our medical problems

4 - Moderation is nearly always better - too much of anything, be it food items such as tuna or carbonated beverages, or other life activities, are apt to be problems down the road.

Another Book Almost Ready for Publishing

Five weeks ago today I received an email from an elderly lady I didn’t know. But as she explained who she was I realized that I knew three of her cousins (two of whom have passed on in the last few years), and I also knew her mother who passed away in 1988. She had heard about me from her one cousin I knew who was still living and for whom I had helped publish a book a few years ago. She was interested in seeing if I could help her publish a book of devotions and memoirs that she had gathered.

The last five weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind as I took all the individual devotions and stories, gathered them and reformatted them into book format, scanned several pictures that she sent me, proofed everything, created a suitable cover based on the basic thought about what it should look like, and got everything ready for printing. Now I’m just waiting for a final review by her and I should be able to submit for printing by the end of this week.

That’s the beauty of the new tools that are available for self-publishing. No longer do you have to work with a publishing company and an editor, get their approval if they see a sufficient market for it. Everything is “print on demand”, i.e. your order through Amazon.com or some other outlet is what triggers the printing of just the number you order – usually within minutes of you submitting the order.

I have an account with a company by the name of CreateSpace which is a subsidiary of Amazon.com. And I’ve done enough different books through them that I get a very good price for the printing. The copies of this new book, “Journeys with God” are about 140 pages and cost less than $2.50 per copy (plus shipping, which is pretty reasonable if I order any sizeable quantity, and taxes).

I have enjoyed working with Marilyn for the past five weeks and the joy on her face when I gave her a proof copy for her review earlier today makes the whole thing worthwhile. I don’t do this as a money-making venture, I just enjoy using the skills I have in a way that gives happiness to others.

This is my 13^th book in the last six-and-half years. Total copies printed per book have ranged from just a few dozen to over a thousand. None of them will ever make the New York Times best seller list. But each one has made someone happy that the things they have written can be distributed to their family and friends and not just be a collection of papers in a box that will gather dust in someone’s basement or attic.

The Growth of My Wolcott Neighborhood – 1954-1961

This is a continuation of my earlier blog that showed how the neighborhood I grew up in was formed. The focus of that earlier blog was on the streets, homes, and occupants. But this one is more focused on my experiences during my elementary school years. That’s why it starts in 1954 instead of 1955 when the earlier blog ended.

Prior to going to school my “world” just included the small neighborhood around me. I was too young to travel beyond it. We only had one car, so when my mother needed to go shopping we all got dressed and rode with my dad into Waterbury where he got out at the main gate of Scovill’s and my mother drove us home. There was only myself and my sister, a year younger, so it was fairly easy for my mother to take us shopping. We had a large garden next to the house which supplied us with peas, beans, carrots, beets, asparagus, rhubarb, cucumbers, two kinds of squash (yellow crookneck and butternut), musk melons, corn, swiss chard, tomatoes, and perhaps a few other things. We also had a couple of peach trees, a few apple trees, two pear trees, and a grape arbor. And there were abundant blueberries growing next to the pond and in the woods beyond it. Some of these items we ate fresh in season, and the rest was canned or frozen for use during the rest of the year.

Milk was delivered right to our back door. So the only things we needed to shopping for were baking products (flour, sugar, etc.), meats, cereal (Wheaties!), snacks (Hydrox cookies!), and a few other things. Our favorite place was Pat’s Superette (before it became an IGA), especially when hamburger was on sale – 3 lbs for $.99! The only other times we went out was for church on Sunday or to visit relatives on occasion. So my world was pretty small.

That all changed when I started school in September of 1954. Alcott School only had one classroom per grade in those days, but that was sufficient to house all the school children from the entire north end of town. The south and west ends of town had three schools at the time, Frisbie School being the largest. The others were Lewis School (the former South School) and Woodtick School. These smaller two schools only had a few rooms each, but together with Frisbie School were sufficient.

My first grade class at Alcott had perhaps 20 students in it, but new students would join each year until my final year there in 1960-61 (I went to Wolcott High School for my 8^th grade year). So meeting new kids my age, learning where they lived relative to me, and eventually being able to meet them outside of the classroom setting greatly expanded my world. Here are some of the ones I still remember from 60 years ago:

·         Jackie Markot – Wolcott Road (the only one from my original neighborhood)

·         Jimmy LaFrance – corner of Spindle Hill and Cedar Ave

·         Gary Booker – up the street from Jimmy (he was the class artist)

·         Jay Pikell – Wolcott Road down around the corner from Woodtick Road

·         Louise and Marie Clement (twins) – Allentown Road

·         Louise Clement (cousin of the above) – Spindle Hill Road

·         Don Therkildsen – Center Street

·         Jann Lindsay – Catering Road

·         Karen Wooster – Ranslow Drive

·         Bob Schrager – Janet Drive

·         Al Forte (Alfred Anthony John Forte III!) – Boundline Road

·         Jeannie Wilson – Woodtick Road

·         Bobby Fehrs – Woodtick Road

·         Cynthia Harrington – Averyll Ave (and just one day younger than I)

·         Chuck Hoadley – Long Swamp Road

·         Darlene Petosa – Woodtick Road

Most, but not all of these were part of my 1^st grade class, a few came in the years following. For example, I believe that Darlene moved to Wolcott around my 3^rd grade year. But as you can see, the students came from all over the northern half of Wolcott. Although the population of the town was perhaps 4000 in those days, only a quarter or so if the people lived in the northern portion. So our friends might be somewhat scattered, but we were close knit nonetheless. Since we spent every school day for seven years in the company of the same group of kids, most of us remained close even through high school when we had different classes and moved around the building all day.

Of course my circle of friends was not limited to classmates the same age. Since my best friend in the neighborhood was my cousin Dave and he was a year behind me in school (but only 6 months younger), we had a neighborhood group of guys that included some of his classmates as well such as Bobby Merchant, Roger Norton, and others.

Before I started school, my small neighborhood and my small circle of friends were essentially the same. Now I had in addition a larger neighborhood and a larger circle of friends, as well as my group of classmates and the entire northern end of town as the outermost circle.

The growth in Wolcott was very uneven. If you look at a map of the town, new roads and neighborhoods in the south end of town (such as Garrigus Court and all the other roads off of Todd Road) and in the west end of town (such as the large group of streets between Laurel Lane and Lancewood Lane) were all being built in the 1950s. New streets in the north end of town (such as the Cancellaro Drive group of streets) tend to date from the 1960s and later. So our group of North Wolcott kids tended to be pretty stable and cohesive throughout my elementary years. But those of us who were a part of it developed friendships some of which still last until today.