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Everyone Keeps Secrets

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) – and what questions would you ask?

My first impression upon reading the daily prompt today was a person I know who might have a secret about me. But then I hesitated. Do I want to know? Oh yeah, ah no. Maybe. Oh forget it. And I put it out of my mind (so I could spend time with my granddaughter).

The prompt popped in my head on the drive home and I thought about the secrets I hold for others. The secrets I swore to keep. That someone trusted me with. So I wouldn’t consent to taking truth serum.

If I wouldn’t consent to taking the truth serum, I couldn’t ask someone else to. They could be keeping secrets for someone else who would not have a chance to consent.

Photo by Lisa M Photography

My Reading Habits

When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non-fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?

I read both fiction and non-fiction and usually have several books going at one time. I have a huge list of books to read on knowing full well that I will not live long enough to read all of them. But I use Goodreads to keep my progress. At the moment, I am half-way finished with Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost and Meridian Qigong by Tevia Feng.

Fiction is wonderful to escape into another world and forget my current problems/life. I can tune the world out and enjoy myself. My mother would do all sorts of things to get my attention when I was reading but I was in my own little world. I’m not quite that good in tuning out the world now.

My non-fiction selections are from all disciplines, just whatever I am curious about at the time.

I try to keep up with my reading and technology makes that so easy but I find it a constant struggle to find time. If I don’t read, how can I improve my writing. I have Kindle on my phone so I should be reading when I’m a passenger in the car. Right?

First Genealogy Goal Accomplished (sort of)

I made several goals for my genealogy research to help me focus my time now that I have fleshed out my mother’s side of my family. It’s kind of ironic that the family I knew as a child is riddled with holes in information and the family I never knew was fairly easy to document. So my first set of goals are:

  • Find great grandfather Raffaele Truglio’s date of death
  • Find any information about great grandmother Luisa Cerullo.
  • Where was my grandmother Antoniette Jeanette Truglio Clemente from 1915 to 1921?
  • When did my Grandparents (Luigi and Jeanette) get married? And where were they from 1915 to 1921?
  • Find Grandpa Luigi’s family in US(??) and Italy

Yesterday, I tackled the first goal. On, I searched from my great grandfather’s profile. The default search didn’t yield any information that I didn’t already have. I have seen on several branches of my family tree where names change as time goes by. Immigrant families drop letters or change letters to become more assimulated. I tried “Trulio” in the search form and received new information. Very exciting! It was several listings of residency which closed the gap on when my great grandfather disappeared on the census and his second wife’s status became widow. There were enough listings to show me he passed away in 1930 before the census worker showed up at the door.

When you put your goals on paper, I think it adds an element of satisfaction in completing that task and marking it off. Be sure to note if your finding creates more questions. Most of the time, you will wonder the cause of death. I will eventually order the death certificate if it is available.

The other piece of information I gleaned from the listings in my new search was that my great grandfather changed occupation from tailor (family profession) to chauffeur. More questions arise. Was the change because of health, loss of job, or more pay?

So set some goals, find some time, and search for your roots.Photo by vtdainfo

Family Legends and Mysteries

For Blogging101, I discovered the Reader and found lots of blogs to follow, especially genealogy and Blogging101 blogs. I was inspired to share one of my genealogy discoveries.

It wasn’t until I received my father’s death certificate that I knew my grandmother’s maiden name. I only knew she loved me as a grandmother would. I knew nothing else about her. I only saw her once a year when I was young so I never thought to ask her about her mother, father or siblings. Oh, how I wished I did.

With her maiden name, Truglio, I log into and start searching. I don’t find anything with the first name I know her by so I eliminate the first name from the search and use a date range for her birth in New York. I find an “Antoinetta”  instead of “Jeanette” and find her mother and father with the 1905 New York census living in Brooklyn. And then nothing.

Trying different combinations in the search reveals my grandmother and her father living in Ossining, New York in 1910. Her father is remarried and my grandmother’s step-mother is 9 years older than her. There are more children. I continue searching for her mother to discover what happened to her. I have sent off for my grandmother’s birth certificate and her parents marriage certificate. Hopefully I will receive information that will lead me to the rest of story. UPDATE – No records were found.

Front Page News

While I searched the Truglio name, I find two newspaper articles from 1901 written about a shooting in the streets of Brooklyn in broad daylight. My great-grandfather’s brother is shot by his uncle in a jealous rage. Front page news!
Photo by Onasill ~ Bill Badzo

Nothing Stinks

Please don’t ask me to smell the milk to determine if it is any good or any other food for that matter. Of course, you can let one rip quietly and I would not know unless you tell me. I’m not bother by dead skunks, possums, or armadillos. Or garbage. Or a full litter box. Or someone’s bad breath.

Most annoying thing is all the questions. Why can’t you smell? Maybe it’s just a cold. Can you smell this? Or that? Can you still taste food? I just can’t smell. I haven’t been able to smell for several years. I don’t know why. I just woke up one day unable to smell. My physician doesn’t seem too concern either. So I live with it.

I do miss smelling my lavender and mint plants in my garden. I don’t wear any cologne or perfume for fear I will put on too much. I used to hate it when others did that. I got rid of all my scented candles since it just reminds me that I can’t smell. I worry constantly that I smell bad or my house smells bad. But the absolute worst is not smelling food. Food is just food. Ho-hum.

The biggest stress is not smelling smoke. A lamp started smoking right beside me but I was obivious to it. Now I worry about fire all the time. I will be the last to know when the house catches fire.

So cherish your sense of smell because for me it all smells the same. Like a big, fat nothing.
Photo by talkingplant

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