07 July 2018
Shirley had some oral surgery two weeks ago and was put on a liquid diet. The first thing we did was buy a Magic Bullet for making smoothies. Since then, we've been trying all kinds of recipes. There was the usual fruit and yogurt and milk. Some with rice milk. Then we branched out to cans of soup thinned with milk. Another good one one was chicken pot pie and milk. This morning it was a breakfast sandwich - half a biscuit, soft-fried egg, cheese and a slice of crisp bacon with a cup of milk. She loved it! Tomorrow may see a pizza smoothie. No telling where we'll go from here until she sees the doctor next Wednesday.
19 June 2018
Not only have we been able to get our weight down - eating less sugary foods - but Shirley and I have been cleaning house. We took a large load of too-big clothes to the Humane Society store last week. We've been going through the apartment, looking for things we don't use or don't need anymore. A lot of the items are donated to our Village Shoppe here at Westminster Village, which doesn't accept clothing, the proceeds of which go to the Westminster Village Foundation. The Foundation provides grants to Westminster Village, primarily for resident assistance. There are cases in which a resident may see their resources dwindle and need help with their monthly charges. The charitable purpose of Westminster Village is that no resident will ever be asked to leave if, through no fault of their own, they run out of money. So we support the Foundation as best we can.
16 June 2018
Well, I'm off Facebook, this time for good. I'm just tired of the business of them selling my personal information to any company, then saying how they're protecting my privacy. So much for that. I'll use the time previously spent for worthwhile projects. How do you feel about Facebook and the privacy issue?
13 August 2017
We're back home and after several days of rest and laundry we're ready to face the world. I had written in 2013 that I was parting company with technology, but strangely, technology crept up on me. I'm now the owner of a Fitbit. If you don't have one, a word of warning: they can be habit-forming. And while away, somehow I wound up with a smartphone - a Samsung Galaxy J7. Now the problem is how to figure out all the ways to make it work for Shirley and me. So far, I've taken 2 pictures, received 4 messages and loaded a few items on the calendar. That's it for now. The manual is over 160 pages, so I may be closeted for a while. See ya.
29 July 2017
We haven't flown since 2011, so we're a little apprehensive. We're travelling to Rochester, NY to visit family, especially a cousin who is flying in from Germany. But at least, we now have our boarding passes, calendar pretty well filled out, and suitcases almost filled. What next? Will the limousine service pick us up on time? Will the plane be late? With there be a car waiting for us at Avis? Did we pack the correct clothes? Time will tell.
10 June 2017
Dad’s lineage on his mother’s side, goes back to Miles Standish, while on his father’s side it traces to German farmers in Alsace, France. He was a twin, the fifth of ten children born in Batavia, NY, to Lennie Mann and William Francis Miller, eight of whom survived infancy. His mother died when he was eight, after which his oldest sister kept order in the household. Schooling ended at the age of thirteen when he had to earn money to help support the family. Following his father’s footsteps, he worked in construction, eventually having his own business as a bricklayer and mason contractor. He spent part of The Great War as a Naval Seaman in England, building barracks for the troops. Marriage to Wilhelmina Henrietta Goebel in 1922 brought two sons, Frederick and Robert, raised during the Great Depression. He was a hunter and fisherman, providing the family with pike, bass, pheasant and rabbit to feast on. During his short life (77 years) he built houses for his sons, entertained 13 grandchildren, was active in the local Spiritualist Church, shoveled snow off miles of sidewalk and almost survived prostate cancer. There are many structures in Batavia and Rochester, NY, that bear the fruits of his labor, and his family sorely misses him.
13 May 2017
Mom was the eldest daughter of immigrants from Germany. Her father, Heinrich Göbel, arrived in his teens and worked his way to become a noted chef in Rochester, NY. Her mother, Clara Marie Steinmetz, arrived with her mother and sisters at the age of eight; she worked as a domestic until her marriage to Heinrich, who had since become Henry Gabel, ultimately settling on Goebel. As she grew up, Mom saw her 18-year old brother, Fred, dead from an accidental electrocution, and her two-year old sister, Marguerite, dead from scarlet fever; her youngest brother, Henry, lived to the ripe old age of 97.
Always surrounded by cousins and friends, she enjoyed family outings, especially visits to her Uncle Fred Gabel’s farm in Mendon, NY. After graduating from high school, she attended business school, eventually working at Remington Typewriter Co. as a bookkeeper. The summer of 1922, she worked at Camp Mohawk, a resort inn on Fourth Lake in the Adirondack Mountains.
After marriage to Frank Arthur Miller in 1924, she lived in Batavia, where her two sons, Frederick Arthur, and Robert Harold, were born. She was an active member of the Methodist Church, and with her husband, joined a local Bridge Club. Mom and Dad continued to meet monthly with Mom’s girlfriends and their husbands to play Pinochle, rotating from house-to-house, even though it meant traveling the 30 miles to Rochester.
After the family moved to Rochester, in 1941, she took a job as Receptionist, Cashier and Switchboard Operator at Kroll's, a women's clothing and millinery shop on North Clinton Avenue. After her husband's death, Wilhelmina suffered a series of strokes. She moved into a nursing home on East Henrietta Road, where she lived for her last 4 years. She died in Genesee Hospital of pneumococcal pneumonia at the age of 82. She was a grand lady and the proud mother of two, grandmother of 13 and great-grandmother of three.