Friday Fotos

Hey, Deb is back! We've been staying in touch via FB, but I am so glad her blogging is back. Digging deep into my files for some Friday Fotos.

Some artwork I did for my Watercolor class many semesters ago.

 Our American wall in the sitting room. I look it at often, especially during these trying times. For the record, I will NOT comply with the face mask Executive Order from our Governor. Gladly look forward to discussing this with a policeman or judge (we do have a lawyer friend who said, "Stand in line, you're not the only one."). I do sincerely mean that.

Two hours north up at Oswego, at Ft. Ontario. Let's see last late summer-early fall? I can't rightly remember when we were there.

Our old house in Elizaville/Hudson, NY. I do miss that area. Sadly, times are changing and we might have to move...with being shut down, no jobs etc...and the governor won't open up until July...sad...still no stimulus check, the IRS website has crashed...and reading many complaints.

And lastly, we are under a winter storm warning, yep, heard that right on April 17. Expecting 3-6 inches  of fresh powder.

Let's just keep it real. It stopped being fun a long time ago. I am not usually civil disobedient, but enough.

Government Overreach Comment and Cemetery Trip

Let's get the nasty stuff out of the way first.

Our esteemed governor has issued an Executive Order mandating EVERYONE has to wear a face mask. NOPE-not going to comply. We had our tele computer conference with our dr. yesterday and it is now being told JULY as in J.U.L.Y. as reopening the state. Barbershops, beauty salons, restaurants etc. have been closed for 40 + something days now. I think folks are tired of this...if the Michigan protestors is any indication...

So, this thing with David Etz really troubles me (post Tuesday)...found out his mother, Anna and his father and sister are buried over here at Rural Hope Cemetery. So, off to Grave Markers and found the grave number to Anna. So, off we went to the cemetery, same cemetery that my father in law and his parents and one brother are forever interned on "Fourth Avenue" .

my photo from Tueday at Rural Hope Cemetery

Lucky, our cemetery is labeled with street signs (wasn't always that way) and then little numbers. The Etz's are buried on Bald Hill (found by sheer accident, as we were lost and I so happen to have been looking and saw ETZ) Katherine #68220734 (sister), Anna #680220732 (mother), Charles #68220733 (father). Way deep in the cemetery. The Etz's are buried in Anna's family plot; the Sweetland's.

No, not our David, Anna's father and his wife. Sad...well...before I/we left, I saw Katherine had two headstones, two different numbers. The second number said 67967144, back to the map at the entrance. Saw this particular number and we once again traced our paths back to Sixth Avenue. Parked the SUV, got out and walked...guess what? #67967144 --there is nothing there, there are gravestones around it, but no gravestone. In a different plot; McConnell. Who are they? Just as old, 1909. I didn't think to take photos. So, back to square one.

Funny thing happened once we got back to the SUV, it wouldn't start...of course--mild panic full head on panic...thankfully my husband was with me, because I would of freaked out. Some sort of sensor. I thought for sure we would have to hike it out. Hubby even snapped at me to knock it off, calm down. I just don't do cemeteries. Period.  He jokingly said, "I ought not have yelled at Anna (yeah, I yelled at her) and perhaps I ought to remember that when I am in a creepy old cemetery." Whatever...anyways...so, still no David. Sigh...