Has been awhile and I have been missing this old stomping ground of mine. A quick catch up --- for me, but y'all as well, if you are interested. The Reunion came and went, leaving me with a bunch of stuff to do, undone, and stashed away -- but I will get to it some future day.
The Uncle Ralph Letters recap: Checked the blurb slurp against my original Word documents. I really wished that Blurb would have worked for me, but the vision in my head was so much different than what I could put out in Blurb. Therefore I had to scrap that plan. I have about a week's worth of edits before I can download my documents into Scribus. Then probably a week or more of adding pictures, and revising. Tis going slower than I had hoped --- and my friend of friends who was my artistic soulmate was killed in a car crash. Took the wind out of my sails for awhile. Now, I have to just imagine her wise advise. Nonetheless, Uncle Ralph's Letters are indeed taking shape and my autumn publish date should hold.
I have been told by many good and true friends that perhaps I would do well by just sticking with one project, and not be so scattered here and fro. But that is now how I work. I poke along --- and then all of a sudden I dive headlong into a project until it's finish. Done it time and again, so I know how it feels. Like the eggs a hatching, but not before their time.
That said, I am writing short historical pieces (well, sometimes a tad embellished, but I try to remain true to the core) about my father and my McPherson aunts, uncles, and grandparents. When I started gathering the bits and pieces into files for each, I was surprised at how much I had actually written. This next weekend, I am taking a folder down to my 91 year old auntie in Redding. I plan to sit beside her on her deck --- just the two of us -- and read to her. I hope this will be a a gift to her, and also, that if I am not true to her heart that she will set me straight. So looking forward to this weekend.
The other venture that I embarked upon is transcribing James Peter McPherson;s diary. I didn't mean to even start reading my great-great grandfather's diary--- but one night I just took a peek. OMG, I can't stop!!! I sneak in a page here, a half-page there, and glory in that right and true history unfolding before my eyes. In the future, I will be sharing with y'all the bits of James Peter McPherson's years in Springdale, Wisconsin.
Over the past several years, I have read books and articles about the early days in Springdale, so I at least had a working knowledge of some of the names and localities. Now, it seems that I am on first name basis, not only with grandpa JP, but John Beat, John Stewart, A. LaMont, G. Davidson, Mr. Paton, Mr. Anderson, John and James McDonald, Mr. Baird, Mr. Childs, Mrs. Thomson, and every once in awhile, old JP even mentions his wife Mary. My sister always teases me that my friends quite often have been dead for two hundred years or more. I am beginning to think she might be right, as I anxiously open another page of the diary to greet new friends and old.