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Hotel William Penn in downtown Pittsburgh has a gingerbread house of the hotel in the lobby..I had a really wonderful buffet breakfast there after a stroll of the town.
hotel in gingerbread

The first time I saw the Mission Inn in Riverside, CA I thought it was a mission. I learned it is a landmark hotel now owned by the city to preserve the unique architectural wonder. I visited for a breakfast in the dining room and a look around the place. It is classy.
My 10th great grandfather, John Jenkins sailed at age 26 on the “Defence” of London, from London the last of July 1635 and arrived at Boston October 8, 1635 with about 100 other passengers, according to Edward Bostock, master. That is a seriously long voyage.
John Jenkins (1609 – 1684)
What is normally found in the search for family history is probate records, documents, bibles, and census records. Every once in a while you come across a written piece about your ancestor. This one is not designated to a specific publication. It is unusual because it gives you a picture of his physical presence as well as his philosophy. I love the Longfellow at the end.
John was a man of about 5 ft. 10 in. in height, slim build and weighing about 155 lbs. His face was widest at the eyebrows and became narrower at the chin. His forehead was moderately high. He had a long, slender neck. Mentally, he was a conservative. One who took time to think over a plan or proposition before coming to a decision. He had a great, retentive memory and was a Liberal in religion. He was a Liberal when it took raw courage to proclaim it. His voice was pitched higher than the average person and did not carry far.
He was a student in the very limited area of his time and what he read, he understood. This conclusion must be sound because of the very large number of his descendants who have made outstanding records as students and as teachers. And the many who became competant in the legal and medical professions. He must have been very capable and worth while pioneer: one of that class of persons whom Longfellow had in mind when he wrote, “And departing, leave behind us,…Footprints on the sand of time.”
This gives us the history of the celebration of Christmas.
Belle Grove Plantation Bed and Breakfast

I have had several of you ask me about how true are the wreath decorations of Colonial Williamsburg. So true to form, I did some research to confirm their authenticity. In my research I came across some interesting information on customs and traditions of Christmas within the colonial period.

During the colonial period in Virginia, the Christmas season followed a four week period of Advent. Most Virginians were devout Anglicans and they would have observed a period of fasting, prayers and reflection. They would have read daily from the Book of Common Prayer. Fasting would have been only one full meal, which generally would have been meatless during the day. After the four weeks, they would end with a Christmas meal and the start of the Christmas season.
Did you know that most of New England didn’t celebrate Christmas during the colonial period? Christmas was outlawed in most of New…
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I was a born farmer, entitled to play with everything on my grandparent’s farm. While my parents pitched in to help, I was given free reign of the place. My grandparents, Olga and Ernest Morse lived and farmed in Lincoln, Arkansas at the end of their lives after careers in teaching (my grandmother had a masters in education) and oil well drilling ( my grandfather drilled for oil before the rotary bit was invented). I did not know them before they had the farm, so I always think of them as farmers.
Here is my look in 1960, on Christmas at my grandparents’ farm in Arkansas…very American Gothic in my opinion:

A girl and her farm
I met my cousin Mary in Tulsa a couple of years ago to trace the heritage of our mutual great grandmother. We did not remember that we had met in 1964 at her grandfather’s house in Iowa. Our grandfathers were brothers who followed different paths. They both did migrant labor as very young boys, traveling to work picking corn in Iowa and beyond.
Uncle Ed sent this postcard to his brother Ernie telling him about Emma.
Ed sealed the deal when he married the farmer’s daughter in Council Bluffs, Iowa
My grandfather returned to the Cherokee Strip to marry Olga Scott and drill oil wells, creating two different paths for the future.
sunken treasure of dreamsStudying one’s ancestry one learns history once and for all. Any abstracts become clear when you chart your own pedigree. Any dates memorized come to life when you find out what your own ancestors were doing at those times. I am always a big proponent of being present in the moment, but historical knowledge helps me appreciate the present. The belief in intuition is enhanced when the timeless soul is given room to move. Calendars and clocks are maps of time that match the heavens in a very precise way. The full meaning of the heavens is impossible to capture in a clock. If you can view your life from a higher place time is less relevant than it appears to be in your rear view mirror. Meditation is the path to truth beyond time.
I am all the way a navigator. I have flown many miles in private planes navigating from the air, do very well with driving, or public transportation. Reading maps and finding different kinds of maps has always been a fascination for me. Historical maps and charts of the heavens are of particular interest. I am learning with precision how to navigate backwards by means of the family tree. My study of Sacred Contracts teaches me to align with time in a much broader spiritual sense.
Memory and dreams reconstruct time as well as facts. Often by repeating a story that is highly revised and edited for the ego’s best light we create a strong reality that never existed or has a chance of being true in real time. Our poetic dreamy visions of ourselves and others are the pageant we produce in order to learn our life lessons. Each one of us produces and directs the archetypal dramas in which we live. We act in the dramas of others, as do they in ours, but we only witness tiny segments of other people’s story. In dreams we only see faces we have seen in our waking lives. In dreams we deconstruct and revise the archetypes and their roles in our own big picture.
Looking at the symbolic as well as the scientific meaning of the past I see above and below are forever linked just as the past and the future. They have no meaning without their partners, like the border crossers and the migra. Our lessons are repeated in time, but are not done in a logical worldly sequence. If we believe in divine order it would be wise to honor and make some contact with it. In this way we can avoid swimming against the current , struggling to arrive in a place we have already been. Deep meaning is found by reading the treasure maps in our dreams.
If you go to war with cake it will win. If you pretend that December makes food more important than Jesus, you will be damned in all possible ways. I have nothing against cake, but only eat it two or three times a year. Since bakery cakes usually do not satisfy any of my gourmet desires I make my own. In order to glorify the special event of cake creation I purchased a bunt cake pan that is super gothic. Making the cake your creation and your gift is the opposite of going into a trance to eat an entire crappy tasting store-bought cake quickly before you become aware that you are shoving something into your mouth. If you give a cake power to control your actions, what are your saying to your own soul? If you take your time and select the ingredients with care your cake can be a reflection of your Epicurean celebration of good taste and tasting good.
I have dusted off the super goth pan for a winter delight. In the running for chosen recipe is a green tomato bunt cake I made a few years ago. It is not unlike zucchini or carrot cake, in that one does not associate the taste with the vegetable right away. Persimmon pudding is another favorite of the house. I never get as far as icing, and hold my breath every time I dump it out, hoping it will not break as it exits the bunt mold. I have bought a gigantic piece of lovely fresh ginger root which is already being used in all kinds of dishes. I think it is fitting to find a gingerbread creation that can go gothic.
Yesterday was St. Nicholas Day, celebrated by many around the world. Santa Lucia and others are identified with the holiday of Christmas. These folk tales are grounded in the old religion of Europe. They make for beautiful images and stories, passed down for generations.
When you factor in that The Virgin of Guadalupe has her day on 12 Dec, then Sta. Lucia on the 13 Dec, Saint’s-a Poppin!!! Get ready to rock and roll with all the winter deities, because here they come. They often have a train associated with them, except for the Virg, who arrives on a surfboard. She will be featured on 12 Dec.
May the darkest time of the year allow reflection, depth and rebirth in your lives. Merry Solstice!
We know a lot about the life of my 12th great grandfather who arrived in Boston harbor to begin his new Puritan life in 1630. He was censured by the Puritans for defending a woman who held Bible studies in her home for both men and women. He had to retract his support for Anne Hutchinson under threat of having his gun taken from him. His brief touch with feminist sentiments and freewheeling seditious non conformity and Antinomianism were censured by his Puritan piers. The crazy religious infighting that created Rhode Island and Maine is not a well known part of the story of our founding fathers. Here is the story of one of my ancestors who arrived very early on the shores of North America:
BIRTH William was born circa 1581 in Bermondsey, Surrey, England[1], as based upon his date of marriage. DEATH & BURIAL He died in Woburn, Middlesex co., MA on 1 March 1645/6; he was 64[2,3]. MIGRATION & RESIDENCE William and his family migrated to New England by 1630[1], where he was admitted as an inhabitant of Charlestown, Suffolk co., MA that year[3,6,7]. “William Learned and Goodith his wife” were admitted to the church at Charlestown, Suffolk co., MA on 6d:10m(December):1632[1,6]. He made Freeman there on 14 May 1634[1,4]. William and his family remained in Charlestown for roughly a decade — he is on the lists of Charlestown residents of 9 January 1633/4 and January 1635/6[3,8]. Then, they removed to Woburn, Middlesex co., MA in 1640[1]. In Charlestown, William acquired and divested a great deal of real estate. In 1635, he was allotted two shares of hayground, which was subsequently increased to three[1,12], and he surrendered 5 acres on the Mystic Side[1,11]. On 13 January 1636/7 the Charlestown selectmen “agreed to allow Goodman Learned a portion of marsh by his house agreed upon by Goodman Richeson & Goodman W[illia]m Baker for his haylot by Mr. Gibbon’s which he yieldeth up to the town”[1,17]. In 1637, he had a 10-acre lot (number 7 on the Mystic Side)[6], and another 5 acres of land on the Mystic Side[1,13]. In addition, “W[illia]m Lernett” had 3.75 cow commons that year[1,14]. In the Mystic Side allotments of 23 April 1638 he received portions of 15, 40 and 5 acres[1,15]. Thus, in the 1638 Charlestown Book Of Possessions, “William Lernett” had 7 parcels of land: three acres of arable land and meadow, along with a dwelling house next to the “Olde Meeting House”; four acres arable land in the East Field; 3.75 cow commons; two acres of meadow in the Mystic Marshes; five acres of woods in the Mystic Field; fifteen acres of woods in the Mystic Field next to the Common; and forty acres of land in the Rock Field[6,9,10]. The 3.75 cow commons were further noted in an inventory of 20 December 1638[1,16]. TOWN SERVICE & EDUCATION William signed the petition on 10 February 1634/5 which established the office of the Selectman in Charlestown, Suffolk co., MA[3,20]. He himself served as Selectman in 1636[1,19]. On 26 April 1638, William was named to the Charlestown committee “to consider of some things tending towards a body of laws &c”. Anderson uses this as evidence of his higher education level[1,18]. LEGAL MENTION On 16 November 1637 “Will[iam] Larnet acknowledged his fault in subscribing the seditious writing [in favor of Rev. John Wheelwright], & desiring his name to [be] crossed out, it was yielded his, & crossed”[3,5]. The case of the Reverend John Wheelwright involved the Antinomian movement of the 1630s in the Boston Area. Bucking church authority was a part of Wheelwright’s nature, it would seem. Whilst a preacher in England, he was censured for non-conformity for his embrasure of Puritan sentiments. After arriving in Boston, Suffolk co., MA in 1636, he was soon suspected of following the Antinomian tenets proposed by his sister-in-law, Mrs. Anne Hutchinson. Thus, he was censured again, this time by the Puritan government under Governor John Winthrop after delivering a sermon at Mount Wollaston (now Quincy), Norfolk co., MA, disfranchised and banished. Unlike most Antinomian banishees, he went north to Maine instead of south to Rhode Island. Ever the contrarian… Wheelwright was forgiven in the 1650s when the hysteria over Antinomianism wore off. MARRIAGE #1 On 22 April 1606 when William was 25, he first married Goodith GILMAN, in St. Olave, Southwark, Surrey, England[2,3,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36]. Goodith died sometime after 1632 in Charlestown, Suffolk co., MA[3]. It is worth noting that “Goodith” is neither a corruption of “Goodwife” nor “Judith”, as has been proposed in several books, but her given name in its own right[3]. MARRIAGE #2 After 1632 when William was 51, he second married Jane [surname not known], in Charlestown, Suffolk co., MA[2,22,37,38]. This marriage is also in the Malden, Middlesex co., MA vital records (they lived in the section of that town which later became Woburn, Middlesex co., MA) with the bride’s name given as “Sarah”. This name change stayed with her, either as a chronic mistake or as a preferred name of hers, for when Jane died on 24 January 1660/1 in Woburn, Middlesex co., MA[3,39,40] she was listed as “Sarah [sic] Learned widow”. In March of 1660/1, the “inventory of the estate of the widow Jane Learned deceased in Malden” was taken. Administration was granted to Ralph Shepard on 2 April 1661[3,39,40].
This is how I am related to him:
William Learned (1590 – 1645)
is my 12th great grandfather
Sarah Learned (1604 – 1652)
Daughter of William
Mary Ewer (1637 – 1693)
Daughter of Sarah
Mehitable Jenkins (1655 – 1684)
Daughter of Mary
Isaac Hamblin (1676 – 1710)
Son of Mehitable
Eleazer Hamblin (1699 – 1771)
Son of Isaac
Sarah Hamblin (1721 – 1814)
Daughter of Eleazer
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
Daughter of Sarah
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
Daughter of Mercy
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
Son of Martha
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
Son of Abner
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
Son of Daniel Rowland
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
Son of Jason A
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
Son of Ernest Abner
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden
Gov. Jan Brewer of my home state put on her high-heeled sneakers, and that ever-present wig hat on her head to sneak out to Afghanistan. This was done presumably to brighten the holidays for AZ National Guard troops stationed there…..as IF…..her presence was so exciting it is worth it to all to export it. Troops used to get Bob Hope, Raquel Welch,and lots of A list stars to light up their holidays.
I am politically torn on this one. Although I loathe the Barry Goldwater style move that this seems to be, and as a true conservative deplore the expenditure of public money, I do so want to export her to someplace far from here. I am also fully in favor of her putting herself more in harm’s way than even Phoenix can offer. If she had paid for it herself and used her vacation days I would say, “Vaya con Dios. Stay for a while.” In Spanish la gobernadora is luz de la calle, oscuridad de la casa (light of the street, darkness of the home). We had a lovely Gov Jan Napolitano who was imported to DC for the security of the homeland while we replaced her with a shadow governor.
In this woman’s mind it makes sense to deny hispanic youth dreamers the right to obtain drivers licenses. If they have the nerve to drive they will be doing so without insurance, a very unappealing idea for anyone driving through the state. If we gave them drivers licenses we would not only acknowledge them with some dignity, we would enhance the chances that they might find employment. In Arizona we graduate only 25% of English learner high school students in the state. We have few legal jobs but an abundance of easy fast (read instant) careers in crime that will have a rapid turnover. That turnover feeds our for profit prison system, a big player in the new normal economy of Arizona. It is easy to see how granting the right to legally drive to the dreamer is a slippery slope that could be disruptive to the current crime for profit model we have for growing our economy.