Category Archives: Memories

Lost in the ether

I started clearing out old Adobe files from my laptop–the download file was where I began. The first files to go were odd newsletters I might have read… or not.

Since I’ve been working on this computer for ten years, there’s a lot of junk I need to sweep out. The thing is I also found some files I lost–sometimes I’ve downloaded and saved a file only to forget to rename it. It’s then lost in the black hole of my computer hard drive.

Many files got trashed and dumped but then I came upon a PDF from my uncle that listed family birthdays and death days. He also shared family stories from his brothers and sister about my mother’s family that I didn’t know or remember reading.

I’m going through the papers now (I printed them out). My Grandpa Henry’s mother was a midwife in Chicago. It is thought that she delivered some of Grandma’s siblings. Henry and Josephine met and married in 1921. That was the beginning of the Fuchs, now Fox Family, that I know. (They changed their name after Mom was married so she was always a Fuchs.) When they were first married they opened a small store in Argo, IL, outside of Chicago.

Henry and Josephine Fuchs, aka: Fox

This photo shows Grandma and Grandpa as I remember them, or like to remember them before Grandpa had his stroke.

I will share the stories I found with family this coming weekend. It’s their history, too. Geology is great, but stories bring our ancestors to life. (I hope to bring other family stories to this blog in the future.)

Today’s assignment: Write down a memory.

April 14, 2019 Remembering Mom and Dad

I can’t let April go by without thinking of Mom and Dad. Dad’s birthday was April 10th and Mom’s April 19th–Bob’s Dad’s birthday was April 13 and my Aunt Leona’s was April 1. When I was a kid April was the best month for eating cake and celebrating.

Though all four are gone now I can’t help but think of them. This year I will continue to celebrate their lives, remembering the good times.

Dad loved playing music. He had guitars,┬áharmonicas, and accordions. In warm weather, he’d build a campfire and we’d sing old songs in the front yard.

Mom wasn’t musical, but she’d sing, too. One of their favorite songs was Let me call you Sweetheart. They also liked the Tennessee Waltz. I don’t think I can hear either of those songs without thinking of my parents.

Happy Birthday, Dad and Mom. Your memory still lives on.