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America Adkins

My 2nd great grandmother was America Adkins. She was born in 1858 in Scott, Putnam County Virginia. Her father was Luke Adkins and her mother was Rebecca Lovejoy. When she was 24 she married John Wesley Snodgrass.  The two of them had eight children in 16 years. Two of her girls, Minerva and Mary would go on to marry the Fizer boys in a double wedding.

It is always sad to me when there isn’t much information about the female ancestors. Leaving recipes, and notes that are passed down in a family are important clues about the personality of a person. I would love to know more about America. Why didn’t she marry earlier than 24? Are there any photos of her? If you know anything additional about Ameirca Adkins Snodgrass please let me know.

Color Shopping

Before consturction began on our house in the Bay Area we would go shopping of sorts. We would get into our car, and go to Piedmont, CA to look for just the right color. We knew we wanted a yellow hue. There are just so many of them out there, and we wanted to find the right balance. Our neighborhood was filled with white homes. We thought our neighborhood could use some color.

When we told my Mother In Law she was not happy. She thought we were going to embarrass her. Later she would tell us that she too wanted to change the color of her house. We liked the color she wanted for her house, but she never got to change it. We are going to use the color she wanted for her on our current house. It will be a tribute to her to paint our current house her color.

Anyway, we found the house, and there were no apps that would tell the color of the house. We had to do it the old fashion way…ask. I knew I would have to be the one to ask, so I went up to the door. Actually, it was the gate. I asked “Do you know the name of the color of your beautiful home?” The lady of the house replied “I do not know for sure the name of the color, but I can ask our construction supervisor.” I then asked if she would like to have my phone number so she could call me, and tell me the name of the color. She took my phone number, but weeks passed. I lived close to the house, so we went for a Sunday drive to the house. It was house stalking. LOL! From the intercom she told me…”I am glad you drove by, I lost your phone number. The color is called Desert Gold with 30% white.” Oh, thank you, I replied. Here is the house I color stalked…Picture 12

Isn’t She Pretty?

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Grocery Store Texting

The other day while I was at the grocery store I ask my daughter by text…”Do you want anything from the grocery store?” I then get a whole long list of everything that we needed. She went into the pantry and was adding to her list. I was the mom taking a photo of Mac and Cheese. Oh yeah, that was me.

Let me explain…I don’t eat Mac and Cheese, and the last time I purchased Mac and Cheese I got the wrong one. I noticed there are all kinds of different disgusting flavors of Mac and Cheese. She texted “get the original flavor”.

While I was in the freezer aisle a guy saw me looking through the test messages, and he said “the kids want ice cream?” I started to laugh, and ask him what his kids were asking for today. He told me “I turned my phone off.” I admitted “I made the mistake of asking.” Sometimes technology is a bitch.

jeremy mayes

I buy and commission work by artists that I enjoy viewing. I look all around the world instead of focusing in on one area. I try to find the best artist for the job that I envision. Jeremy had some paintings I saw of motorbikes that I just loved. The paintings had a depth that I was seeking. Does the pipe look too hot to touch? Does the paint look fresh on the bike? Is there personality that can be understood between the art and spectator?

Jeremy even painted the Lambretta in watercolor. Watercolor is the unforgiving media. Yet, when a master works with watercolor it is so beautiful. Nothing is taken from the painting. It is crisp, it is fresh, and it speaks to the viewer.

Jeremy has done several pieces of art for me, and he has a great eye. Take a look at his some of his other works here.

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Luna

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Antique Italian Ads

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John Henry Persinger

John Henry Persinger was born 1752, and lived in an area named “Rich Patch”  of Alleghany county Virginia. His father was Jacob Persinger. It was believed that he was stolen by Native American’s, then given to a Persinger family during a treaty between the  New England people and the Naitve Americans. Jacob was never happy being away from the Native American family that he knew. He fought for the revolutionary war, and after the war was given land for his contribution.

John grew up around other families that knew the Native Americans. Although the Persingers were Christian they had a deep respect for the Native American way of life. John was in the 128th regiment of the militia. He was an officer, Lieutenant Colonel.

He left a will, and part of which is…

In the name of god! Amen!  I Henry Persinger of the County of Alleghanyand State of Virginia being this the abundant mercy of god, in perfectmemory and understanding, I do constitute this my last Will and Testamentas followeth, towit, Item, I give and bequeath to my beloved wife Grizzythe whole of my Estate, both personal and real at her own disposal exceptas is hereafter mentioned, that is, Item I give and bequeath to my belovedson John now deceased, that is his Children twenty Shillings to be equallydivided among them.  Item I give and bequeath to all the rest of mybeloved Children that is, Andrew, Jacob, Sampson, Mary Bennet, PeggyPatterson, Rebecky Tingler, Sally Persinger, Elizabeth Persinger and RuthyHumphries, each of them Twenty Shillings,  I do hereby constitute mybeloved wife Grizzy and my beloved son Sampson my Sole Executors of thismy last ____ and Testament.-  In  Witness where of I have hereunto Set myhand and Seal this 25th day of November anno Dom:, 1824 Signed Sealed andacknowledged In presence of----------------Jacob Persinger Sen.rHenry Persinger (SEAL) Samuel Erwin Adam QuickleAlleghany County, January Court, 1825 The above Instrument of writingpurporting to be the last will and testament of Henry Persinger deceased,was presented in Court and was duly proved by the Oaths of Jacob PersingerSen.r, Samuel Irvin and Adam Quickle the subscribing witnesses there to,to have been duly executed and acknowledged by the said deceased and thesame is ordered to be recorded. Oliver Callaghan C.A.C.

The Door

We had our house under construction for 10 very long months. We had to go find a door that we wanted, and thought fit the house. Our house had European flare, so we wanted that reflected in the door. We spent a lot of time looking online before we went out looking for the one.

We saw there was one in the Moraga, Orinda CA area, so we set out to see the showroom ourselves. When we got there it was raining, so we told our very small children to shake off their umbrellas, and put them in the umbrella stand before we went inside. The older gentleman had a tin foil hat on his head. In the beginning I was thinking maybe he saw we had small children and he was being entertaining in his own way. One thing you learn really quick in California is…Don’t ask too many questions you don’t want the answer.

As we talked about the VERY high price of the door. We talked about how the door came from a forest where the people of the forest are giving their share. Hence, this was the reason for the high price. We were then talking about the opening, and the measurements, and still he had on the foil hat. I was wondering when he was going to be funny. Then my son, he was about three at the time ask the question all of us were dying to know. Why do you have the foil hat on your head?

Oh boy, he then stated to tell us that since it was raining the aliens had special powers that could get into our heads. My son covered his head. I told my son “he is just kidding.” The little old man then started to explain the seriousness of the situation, and how I should protect the children.  Always know where your foil is!! OMG!

My daughter started getting cranky, and he said the littlest one is feeling the vibrations from the aliens. I gave my husband the LOOK. He then politely told the gentleman that we had to go. He even accompanied us to the car. Picture 1

So sometimes if something bizarre happens we will ask “You know where your foil is?”