Posted in 2020, updates

Sunday Report

Well, hey there, Sonnystoners!  It’s been a six weeks since I’ve reported the News from here at the Acres.  I hope you’re enjoying reading the Sonnystone Saga as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Since the last report 42 days ago, my Aunt Shirley died.

Me and Aunt Shirley, February 25, 2020

If you’re a regular reader, you remember that she had her Dyin’ Party  back in June.  There was another fall after she returned to Florida and things went downhill.  She passed on August 13.  I was in close communication with the cousin who was her caregiver and the whole process has had me on the phone more than I have been in Years.  Talking on the phone drains me and I don’t know why I liked it so much in my younger years; maybe back then I had more energy to drain.

Just after Shirley’s death, we celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary with a trip in the trailer to Harmonie State Park.  We’ve spent many an anniversary camping there and it’s always relaxing, yet invigorating.  I’ve reflected over the last 40 years and come up with no enduring complaints.  We are very happy together and grateful for each other.

That may have been our last trip in the travel trailer… I’m sad, but our original intent is quite different from the current reality.  We had planned to spend a couple of months each winter down in Melbourne, FL, near Aunt Shirley and my Cousin Kim.  Florida State Parks are so cheap and beautiful, but it was impossible for me to get reservations during the snow-bird months.  There are plenty of other nice campgrounds, if you can get in, but they cost much much mucho more $.  We’ve gone down there for the last three winters trying places out, but nothing pleased us…that we could afford.

Of course, we’d also planned to do the out-West stuff, like the NM trips, but decided last year that we didn’t want to haul the trailer up into the Rockies.  Making it all the way to California would take days and mega gallons of gas (the gas consumption is much higher than we thought).  There, too, it’s not easy to find affordable campgrounds.

So we’re putting everything back into the trailer just the way it was when we bought it,  ugly upholstery and all.  When Casey’s got it shining, we’ll put a for sale sign in the yard and see what happens.  If it doesn’t sell this fall, we’ll cover it up and put it away until next year.   If you know anyone who might be interested in buying a well-kept 2017 Coachmen Catalina Legacy, send me a message.

The Anniversary trip was supposed to be to Disney World, but we opted against masks all day in 100degree, muggy weather.  We did renew our Annual Passes, though, and feel that it’s safe enough to go sometime this fall.  We’ve booked our rooms for 2021 Spring Break with the Jrs., showing our hope for the future.  It’s hard to make plans right now; everything seems uncertain, like standing on shaking ground.

The Bright Spot in my Days lately has been researching and writing The Sonnystone Saga.  I could go on and on, so I have decided I will.  I have another blog, All My Ancestors, where I have written about my greats and Casey’s illustrious kin. There are still several branches of the families to pursue, so after I finish up the Saga, I’ll dig in to those roots. I’m going to post those on Mondays, here on Sonnystone.  I’ll return to sharing the Weekly Report on Sundays and not get so far behind!

Did you know I have a gardening blog, too?  I post a photo/journal entry there every week on Thursdays.  I’m going to “move” those posts over to this blog starting this week.  For now, that will be posts on Sundays, Mondays, and Thursdays.  I’m excited..!

The Twelfth installment of The Sonnystone Saga will be published tomorrow.  Thanks for Reading!

Peace

Posted in Genealogy of Sonnystone Acres

Sonnystone Saga: Sisters again…

To celebrate 17 years living at Sonnystone Acres, we are publishing a series of posts chronicling the first three families who lived here, spanning 111 years… This is the eleventh installment of the series…

The Evansville Journal reported the 10/11/1888 double wedding of Annie Fellows and Will Johnston/Albion Fellows and Hilary Bacon in great detail the next day.  “It is quite an unusual thing to witness double marriages, which fact, with the prominence and standing of the parties made the affair doubly interesting.”  Trinity Methodist was filled to standing room only.  Annie and Albion wore heavily embroidered China silk; Hilary, Will, and the ushers wore traditional black.  The Journal sums it up:  “The parties are well-known in Evansville and will receive the warm congratulations of many friends.” 

Married life in the Gilded Age came with the expectation that the wife would not work outside the home.  Albion settled into a home just doors from from where she had lived with her Igleheart relatives. She wrote later that “my husband, housekeeping, flowers, reading, music, my friends, and a pleasant social round filled up the hours.”

Her sister lived a five minute walk away –where the Penny Lane Coffee House is today.  Annie married a ready-made family; her step-children were 16, 10, and 7. When their mother died in 1883, Will had sent them to live with wealthy relatives of their mother in Pewee Valley, Kentucky, just east of Louisville.  They were thrilled to return to live in Evansville with their father and new step-mother, but considered Pewee Valley paradise and continued to spend their summers there.

Albion, though, had to start her family from scratch and she wasted no time about it.  In September, 1889, Albion gave birth to her first child, a daughter she named Margaret Erskine.  She was delighted.  Hilary’s business, now Lahr-Bacon Department Store, was booming.

Things weren’t going as well with Annie, unfortunately.  Will suffered from consumption (tuberculosis) and in 1890 his health declined dramatically.  By June, 1891, he applied for and received a Civil War Pension.  Annie struggled to keep the bills paid and care for her invalid husband on the meager pension.

Albion was as concerned as any close sister would be, but she was pregnant with her second child.  She gave birth to another daughter, Albion Mary, on January 4, 1892.  Annie’s husband, Will Johnston, died a month later on February 8, 1892.

Annie received a Civil War Widow pension, but the economics looked pretty grim.  Her oldest step-daughter, Mary, 20, had returned to Pewee Valley, but Annie wanted to keep the younger children, Rena, 14, and John, 11, with her in their home in Evansville.  In order to make ends meet, she tutored, did typing, submitted poems and stories to magazines,…and she began to write children’s books.

Just down the street, Albion was suffering from what in these days we call post-partum depression, back then called “nervous prostration”.  The books I’ve researched are old and take a great deal of time debating whether her depression was caused by the “stifling of her creative outlets” caused by the rigidity of The Gilded Age.  If it weren’t for the proximity to her sister’s plight and the birth of her second baby, I might buy that.  Given her independence and smarts, she would never have been happy just going to teas, but from her own description it sounds like deep post-partum depression and thank goodness today we understand it better and are able to help more.

She writes about it in her autobiography, “Beauty for Ashes”:

There was one long while where I could not hold them (her daughters) in my arms.  The house was hushed and darkened, and the servants went around with noiseless steps.  For months I was very ill.  Then, for nearly a year, I dragged about white and thin…weary, listless, indifferent, with no special interest in anything but my family…For hours I would sit idly, not making an effort even to read… It seemed as if the wheels of life had suddenly stopped…It was two years before I took any interest in people, two more before the shadow of the eclipse had moved off my world. It was eight years at least before all my energy and enthusiasm and joy of living returned.”

Meanwhile, Annie had her first book published in 1893.  “Big Brother” sold few copies, though.  In 1894, she won $1000.00 in a contest for the story “Joel: A Boy of Galilee”, which encouraged her.  She, Rena, and John frequently visited the children’s aunt and uncle, and cousin, Hallie, at their estate in Pewee Valley.  Annie was inspired to write a book based on Hallie.  She called it “The Little Colonel” and it was loosely based on the family, their servants, and the community.  In 1896, Annie sent off her manuscript to a new publishing house, L.C. Page in Boston, MA.  The editors began the back and forth, but there was no money exchanged.

Annie Fellows Johnston writes in her autobiography, “The Land of the Little Colonel”:

“In September, 1897, we came to a turn in the road where we could only see one step ahead at a time.  Rena joined Mary in Pewee Valley; I sold or stored our household goods and took John up to Highland Park to put him in the military school there.”

Annie took a position as a companion/governess/chaperone for a young lady, traveling for three months in Europe.  By the time she returned, “The Little Colonel” had been published and was a phenomenal success.  She moved to Pewee Valley, where she followed up her success with more success, and The Little Colonel Series eventually comprised 13 books and other merchandise, including a 1935 movie starring Shirley Temple.

I Really Love Annie, Really Really…

As Albion was coming out of her depression, Annie spent time with her compiling a book of poems they had written when they were growing up in McCutchanville.  “Songs of Ysame” was published in 1897.  That same year, Albion and Hilary moved into a their newly-built home at 1021 SE Second Street.  She joined The Women’s Foreign Missionary Society at Trinity Methodist and returned to involvement in the Ladies Aid there.  A Calendar of Events in Evansville, 1898, included two poems each by Albion and Allie.  Slowly, she was coming back to Life and when she finally began to paint again in 1899, she felt truly healed.

In 1901, Albion gave birth to twins: Joy and Hilary, Jr.  Margaret was 12 and Albion jr was 9.  The Bacons were quite rich.  Albion had two nannies for the twins, a housekeeper, cook, and gardener.  She lived in a beautiful home on a street full of beautiful homes.  She was totally unaware of anything but the life of privilege for many years, but that began to change.

Albion Fellows Bacon tells the story of how she “woke up” in her beautifully written autobiography “Beauty for Ashes”, which I urge you to read.  For purposes of brevity, I will sum it up thusly:  Realizing the plight of poor people, she especially noted that their living conditions were abominations.

Believing that substandard housing was the root of urban social problems, she tried to pass regulations to improve Evansville tenements, but failed.  She changed her tactics and began to lobby at the State level, with her goal to pass a statewide housing law.  She worked with a national group to draft legislation which was sponsored by the Indianapolis Commercial Club in return for her work lobbying the state legislature.  She attended every session of the Indiana General Assembly from 1909 to 1917!  As a result, housing reform bills were passed in Indiana in 1909, 1913, and 1917.  The 1917 housing reform bill was passed unanimously.  Albion wrote pamphlets and books on tenement reform throughout those years.

Albion’s daughter, Margaret, had died in 1909, just 20-years-old, while away at college.  It was a blow, but she persisted in her passion.  She writes that she always made family her top priority, taking her children along when she traveled to Indianapolis for the legislature sessions and when she traveled to speak at various clubs and organizations around the country.  Hilary became involved with local philanthropic causes in Evansville and was a strong support for his wife’s efforts.

I wonder what it was like to be the daughter and niece of such dynamic women–and to carry your mother’s name, no less.

Stay tuned…

Posted in Camp Sonnystone 2020

Camp Sonnystone 2020: The Movie version…

What a Wonderful two weeks it has been!  Let’s all get Together (wearing masks and social distancing, of course) and Save the World for our grandchildren.  They are soo worth it.

Come on, people!  Smile on your brothers and sisters! 

Everybody Get Together and Love One Another right Now!  Right Now…

‘Cause We’re All in this Together…

Peace

Posted in 2020, Camp Sonnystone 2020

Sunday Report

It’s Closing Day of Camp Sonnystone 2020 and I’m preparing a feast of summer foods. It seems like I’ve not taken enough pictures, so when the Jrs arrive we’ll go into a frenzy of snapping pics for this year’s Movie.

Like All of 2020, it’s been a different kind of camp– No field trips, No restaurants, No visiting or visitors, just a lot of pool-time, dancing, painting, playing, and relaxing.  Eliza is a Donut Bank Fiend, so most days began with a drive-through there for coffee and sweets — especially the free cookies that she Loves.  The Jr. kids have been here every other day and we’ve had dinner from every fast-food place in town, plus a few carry-out restaurants.  We’ve had plenty of ice cream to keep us cool in this record-breaking heat and humidity.

The New Yorkers have been in school every morning Mon-Fri and I’ve sat in to read “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” with Eliza, as well as “Stamped” with Emma.  They’ve also continued to practice their Irish Dance on the Dance Floor Pawpaw set up for them.

Our Theme this year is Together and our Theme Song is “We’re All in this Together” from Disney’s High School Musical.  Emma studied the choreography and taught it to the her sister and cousins…and me.  Wait ’til you see my moves…

Eric drove back to NYC two weeks ago and returned yesterday evening.  During those two weeks,  Evansville’s Covid-19 cases have quadrupled from 250 to over 1,000 and the mayor is begging people to wear a mask.  Please.

The Jose’ Fam will head home tomorrow, leaving me to my memories… The Quiet is always deafening after they are gone…  This year’s video will be Great, if I do say so myself, and I’ll share as soon as it is complete.

Peace

Posted in 2020, Weekly Wrap-Up

Sunday Report

The Jose’ Fam arrived Friday evening!  Eric already drove back to NYC as he has to be present for some court cases next week (he’s a paralegal).  Melissa, Emma, and Eliza will be here for a couple of weeks.  I am in heaven.

We’re not doing a Traditional Camp Sonnystone, but of course we’ll be making a sign or two.  Michael’s kids will join us often and we’ll dance, sing, paint, and play.  The pool is cool, the corn hole game is corny, and the next weeks will be full of fun.

I’ll keep you posted…

Peace

Posted in Weekly Wrap-Up

another week-end wrap-up

To celebrate 10 years of blogging, we start a series of Re-blogs…

This is a post from June 27, 2010

Wow!  Ten Years!*…Seems like a Decade!! We could roam around at will, and we did. If everyone would just wear a mask, by next year we could have all our fests back…

* note it was “Before the Trees Fell”…before we screened in the front porch.

Peace

Posted in 2020, Weekly Wrap-Up

Sunday Report

It has been my pleasure to have my stay-at-home-life unexpectedly interrupted by a visit from my Aunt Shirley and Cousin Kim,  Aunt Shirley is my mother’s sister, the lone survivor of the nine Eatons.  She has always been my favorite.  Several years back when she was half-mad at me for not coming to see her I was sweet-talking her and told her she was my Favorite aunt.  She retorted “I’m your Only aunt.”

But she was my favorite even back when she had a lot of competition from Aunts Thelma, Clara, Almeda, and Joyce.  After she chastised me, I never again went to Disney without heading over to Melbourne, and I had visited her when we were there to celebrate my birthday in February. She was living alone with significant help from her daughter and home health, and spent her days taking her dog, Leo, out for short walks.

In late March she fell, cracked her clavicle and twisted her feet in a knot that put her walking days behind her.  She moved in with Kim and was total care for several weeks. During that time she shrunk down to about 100 pounds, had hallucinations, and things were looking bad. They got the hallucinations under control and  started physical therapy.  Increasingly, she wanted to see her “boys” who live up here in Grayville, IL, the town where Shirley grew up, about 40 miles from Sonnystone.  As they worked through the really out-of-it days, she begged more and more to go back “home”.

After a couple of months, Shirley was getting a little more mobile so Kim decided try to get her on a plane and over to Illinois.  They missed the first flight!, turned away at the airport because of some boarding pass fiasco.  The next morning, Shirley woke up and told Kim she was going to die that day.  She got on the phone and called her other four children and told them how bad she felt and that she was going to die.  Well, that got their attention.  Her oldest daughter flew in two days later from Texas and stayed for three days.  Daughter #2, along with her daughter and grandchilren, arranged a caravan from North Carolina to Grayville for the week-end of her visit.

Later that day  for the first time since her fall, Aunt Shirley got herself out of the bed and wheeled herself in to the living room where Kim sat,astounded…  “I thought you were going to die today.”  Shirley laughed and said, “Not Today!”

So Kim, Shirley, and Kim’s children flew into Evansville Thursday, the 11th.  The family had a big party at her grandson’s old Victorian home in Grayville, the porch and lawn filled with her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren on a beautiful Saturday.  Everybody got along and nobody got any drunker than usual.  I wasn’t there, but I’m told that at one point Shirley looked around and asked “What are all these people doing here?” and immediately answered herself, “Oh, that’s right, it’s my dying party.”

On Wednesday afternoon, Aunt Shirley came over to spend the night and I was able to see how deep her self-care deficits are (deep).  As she puts it, her feet are frozen.  It takes an act of great will to move them.  Transfers from wheelchair are Work for anyone involved…and scary.  It’s such a Big change from when I saw her just four months ago.  She was still glowing from the Love at the Dying Party…or maybe it was tears from the Farewells as she left Grayville.  I’m glad I got to spend some time with her.

Aunt Shirley at her Dying Party 6/13/2020

So I’m messed up on my schedule for blogging the Sonnystone Saga.  Though I have worked ahead on these articles, I still need to write up several more.  When I do genealogy I end up following more people than I need to and I read the history of the times in which they lived.  Fascinating stuff, but it’s also time-consuming.  Gardening is prioritized over research/writing, as is cooking/eating, so I’m at least a week behind.

Cleaning the house is usually at the bottom of my priorities, but it is Officially Filthy in here, so it has surged to the top…  I’ll get back to the Sonnystone Saga, publishing when I can, as I know you are waiting with bated breath for each installment, all six of you, so don’t despair.  We have 50+ more years to go!  I will put it on a Page soon, so you can read it in the proper order and at your leisure…

It’s a beautiful rainy day and my plants are drenched…

Peace

Posted in 2020, Breaking News, Special Edition, The Best of The News from Sonnystone Acres

This Girl

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Emma Magnolia Mayne Jose graduates from 8th grade today.  Emma’s my first grand-daughter, my #1 who Named me Jojo.  I am so proud of all she has accomplished in her 14 years. We’re tuning into the Town School ceremony via livestream, buckets of tissues nearby, to listen to her speak.  I’m so glad we could attend in this way, but I’d rather be in NYC…

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Coincidentally, Ten years ago today I posted my first blog on “The News from Sonnystone Acres”.   I started the blog “Sonnystone Acres” in June, 2004. I can’t access those stories anymore, though I did find about four years of them.  It’s cringeworthy stuff, but I liked blogging.  In 2010 I came across the free WordPress site and started the garden blog, Growing Every Season.  The platform was so much easier to use that I re-started The News to chronicle my life– good thing, too, since we often have to go to the blog to remember when we went where, or what year something happened, so it’s now essential.

Anyway, the first blog post on The News brought along my following of about 12 people.  I had just returned from a trip to NYC to visit with Emma..  It is All Emma, 4 years old, radiating charm…  I adore this girl…

All together now?

Thank-you for following me!  I want to tell you all about my recent trip to NYC………

Sunday morning tap class:

Melissa sang beautifully at a recital that afternoon (tears from Mom) and we supped at Maz before she went off to sing a Mass.  Eric, Em, and I stopped by Merrion Square for a short snort, then grabbed the car, picked up Mel and we went down to the HighLine.  Remember when I went there in November?  It sure looks different now with all the plants in bloom.  I took tons of pictures of the flora and fauna, but you’ll have to check those out over at the garden blog.   Here’s some people pix:

From there we walked to Bill’s for a coldass beer.  It is this kind of backdrop that makes me feel like I’m on a movie set when I’m walking the streets of New York.

The next day, we took Emma to school and ran some errands.  After school, she and her buddies (and her mom’s buddies) went over to the park and play, play, played:

 

On Tuesday, the City opened up all the museums along Museum Mile for free, closing off the streets for an Art Fair.  As we arrived, lo and behold, there was de la Vega, an artist I have long revered (I have 2 t-shirts, that’s how much I revere him) chalking his art from 103rd down to 80-something where the Met is:

Emma picked up a piece of his chalk (he carried a bagful, and would hand it to the kids or leave it to be picked up when he finished) and began to do her own art all the way down the street (until her chalk was gone):

The finale was a sneak preview of  the St. Joseph end-of-school Show, to be presented next week, but kindly practiced on stage just for a visiting Grandma…thanks to Andermanis….

The songs were great and not your usual kids song, and the best: All You Need is LOVE.  As they stressed the LOVE, they put their hands in the air…..I love Emma’s school.  I love her whole life, actually, and it’s so fun to watch and be a part of it!!

Peace

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Posted in 2020, Weekly Wrap-Up

Sunday Report

What a Week we’ve Experienced… We watched as Americans came out of their homes and onto the streets in Huge numbers to peacefully protest police brutality against African-Americans, calling for changes within the police system.  For a bit there, all we saw  was fire and looting and elected officials called in the National Guard and imposed mandatory curfews.  Hundreds of Thousands of people continued to protest, peacefully, literally Everywhere across our country, Every Day.  Amazing!  Frightening!  Inspiring!

I haven’t been to our town’s protests, but I’m so impressed by how many have turned out.  I’m still leery of Covid — remember that? — so I’ll leave it to the young -uns for now, but I’ll find a way to support this Cause.  We can’t just leave it up to politicians.  It should not be the burden of only the black and brown people.  If we want to see systemic change across the board, then we woke middle-class white people must use whatever we have to continue to Speak Up.

We’re all suffering from Crisis Exhaustion, but Be Strong…

To celebrate the 17th Anniversary of the day we moved into our current abode, I’ve worked up a few posts dealing with the history of the families who lived here, starting in 1846.  It is also the 16th Anniversary of the Blog known as Sonnystone Acres, so I will share some “Best of” posts.  16 years of Blogging?!? Crazy, huh?  Time to celebrate..

Grandie #1 graduates from 8th grade this week — where has the time gone?  I hope when she’s my age there is a much more Just and Safe America.

Peace