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Our Birthplace

Posted: 18 Nov 2020, 22:48
by yogi
I'm not sure I understand all the implications of this article, but we have discussed it in the past. The gist of it is that humans do not have a single source point, but it is likely we all came out of the African continent. They also talk about a discovered female that is a missing link - one that I didn't know was missing but makes reference to my name. LOL Anyway, I know you are interested in such things. If you have time to read it, you might be enlightened. ... ern-humans

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 19 Nov 2020, 16:08
by Kellemora
Thanks Yogi, that was a very interesting read!

I've always considered north Africa a more likely source than southern Africa, especially if you look back at how the continents came to be, and compare those with the progression and recession of the ice age.

I had a couple of great breakthroughs in my own genealogy work, thanks to seeing original documents held by a now departed ancestor. Most of the originals are now in possession of an aunt who talks to nobody, just hoards stuff for herself, hi hi.
Although it is incomplete at present, I put a small booklet together to give to my son, so have a copy of it handy if you would like to see it.

I go to see a lung specialist again tomorrow after lunch. I doubt there is anything more they can do, or that I can afford anyhow.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 19 Nov 2020, 16:36
by yogi
I see by your comments here than "hoarding' runs in the family. LOL I'd have a hard time getting my hands on any documents pertaining to my family tree because all my aunts and uncles have passed on. Their children, my cousins, are scattered about who knows where. The ones I do contact from time to time have nothing but a few old photographs. I do have my mom's birth certificate. Mom had it among her belongings. It is due to that document that I discovered her dad was born in Russia. Previously I thought we all came from Poland. Then, too, borders changed over the years. What is today certainly was different back in the 1800's.

I'm not certain what you have in that small booklet, but if you put it together it's got to be worth viewing. Yes, I'd love to see it.

Hopefully all will go well for you at the pulmonologist. Mom had lung problems too, albeit not the same as yours. She was on oxygen for quite a while; definitely longer than the doctors and hospice predicted. I'm always amazed when I hear or read stories from people with debilitating illnesses. The body seems to be able to work on a lot less than what it was given originally. From what I can tell you are a pretty tough dude. Hang in there.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 20 Nov 2020, 15:49
by Kellemora
I think you will enjoy what I've written, it is not edited yet.
You have my e-mail address so shoot me an e-mail if I don't get a copy out to you this afternoon.
I may not find you in my e-mail lists right away, if at all.

Where my family's main group is from was part time under French rule and part time under German rule.
But I managed to get my hands on copies of old documents that go all the way back to the Holy Roman Empire.

COPD and Emphysema are rough. It is what killed my late wife. I just hope I never go through all she did!

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 20 Nov 2020, 18:54
by yogi
Mom had COPD which I believe is only a general description and not a specific disease. It was the congestive heart failure that did her in. Apparently the fluid from that can accumulate in the lungs and around the heart. It's when it surrounds the heart that it can be fatal. All things considered mom didn't have a lot of breathing problems. She was mobile up to the very end. I guess everybody has their own specific tolerance levels, and mom was a fighter and tough cookie. I'm thinking you rank right up there with her.

I'll use the e-mail you have associated with your account here and send you a request for information. Take your time with the editing. All good things are worth waiting for. :grin:

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 21 Nov 2020, 14:11
by yogi
The pamphlet was received and read. I can't thank you enough for offering me the opportunity to read about your family's history. The document barely hints at the amount of work and research that went into its composition. You talked about much of it right here so that I know compiling an accurate and thorough family tree is no trivial task. Seeing the results of your hard work compressed into forty digital pages (at last count) doesn't do justice to all that went into it. The document you showed me is nothing less than inspirational. When you gave some of the background details here in these forums I often wondered why you went through all the trouble. The value of your efforts are clearly visible in that document. I must admire all the dedication and family pride that underlies your writing. You truly are an amazing individual.

My family roots are virtually unknown to me. Perhaps that's the reason the documenting of your ancestry impresses me so much. There is nothing like it in my family. It's hard to believe your history pamphlet is only part of what you have amassed over your lifetime. Missouri, as far as I've experienced it to date, is a foreign land. Reading about how your family created the history of places nearby gave me a better understanding of where I am today; physically at least. No doubt some historical society would be very interested in what you did. I know that I read it all and was thrilled to learn many new things about this part of our country. The document you showed me certainly has historical value, but knowing somebody like you who is part of that history approaches being a breathtaking experience. You probably are laughing at my reaction because all of what you did is so natural and well known in your family. I don't know your family, but I do know a few things about you. I am awed by it all.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 21 Nov 2020, 16:23
by Kellemora
I had to end that Part One of my book so Part Two could start with me and what I have done over the years.

I have many photo's I was planning on working into this first book, mainly because a picture is worth a thousand words.
But I already have some books with pictures and it only makes it more confusing the way they were set up by professionals.

I talked with a few folks who do family memoir books, and many of them do include a separate photo's section where the images can be larger, and with a short description with each. Then they mark the text copy of the book with a page number for the pictures section, in some cases they are included in the back of the book, and in others as a separate edition to the book.

I also have many maps which could be included, showing the areas my ancestors lived and the routes they took before coming to America.

You are right, I have TONS of data I did not use in this first book.
You probably noticed, I only followed ONE family line, basically from my father upward to his oldest known ancestor, without mentioning much about anyone else.

I know I probably put more info into some areas of this book than I should have, but you would not believe how much stuff I took out of it either, because I felt it was a bit too much for the purpose of this book.

Now I wonder if I will live long enough to complete part two or even add to the work I've already started.

Thanks for the compliments on it!

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 21 Nov 2020, 18:35
by yogi
I don't read a lot of books, and something historical as what you wrote would never attract my attention at a bookstore or library. Since I know a few things about you, learning some of the history of your family was an compelling read. Given that I've not read a lot of memoirs, I don't really know what to expect. However, I did note that the way the family lineage was described changed from the first page to the last. The earlier pages were more factual than the journalistic style you assumed toward the end. It all makes sense if your intention is to focus upon your own activities in the next edition. The way this document is presented might benefit from a few maps and some thumbnail shots of people involved in major phases of your family evolution. The full sized and detailed photos would indeed be material for another book that references back to the historical data. It's just the way I think; left brain (text) vs right brain (pictures). LOL

We don't know how long you will be able to contribute your efforts to this project; true that. That's just one of many unknowns in our world. Immortalizing the family tree is a noble effort that should not be subject to uncertainties. You've come too far to consider abandoning your goals. Of course reality will step in one day, but that will not make your current accomplishments any less worthy. It's obvious that you care a lot about your family and the role you play in it. Doing less than you are capable simply isn't your style.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 22 Nov 2020, 15:57
by Kellemora
I do want to get back to it of course. but right now I'm collecting a few salable items, in hopes they will sell.
I really don't want to have to ship the items, so am offering them locally for now. But I may have to spread to wider field to get a couple of them sold.

My son asked me to put my history together for him. The problem there is, I've done so many different things over the years, touched on some major projects during that time, that it is almost unbelievable, hi hi.

I think once I can do nothing but sit, I'll get back to more writing for my family.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 22 Nov 2020, 18:10
by yogi
Before we moved here I sold my old stereo set-up on E-bay. I could have gotten ten times the price I ended up with if I was willing to ship it to Florida. The speakers and rack of equipment were huge - I didn't know how to pack it for shipping even if I wanted to do it. A local fellow ended up taking it off my hands, but even he was not easy to find. There just aren't that many interested people at the local level.

There are times when I think it might be worthy to sit down and write about the events in my life that I consider worth the time it takes my grandchildren to read about them. Then, reality sets in. My life wasn't all that interesting, but even so, I could never fit it all into a text message for them to read.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 23 Nov 2020, 15:56
by Kellemora
My sons wife has taken more of an interest in our family history and genealogy than my son has, so far anyhow.
I had a cousin I didn't even know I had give me a phone call one day. He got my number from my brother, who normally would not give it out, but call me to tell me somebody called and he would have their number for me to call back. But this time he gave it out, because the guy sounded legit to him.
After we talked for a bit, I directed him to my Ancestry files to answer some of his questions.
A few days later he called back wanting my e-mail address so he could send me all he had about his family, the things that show up on Ancestry as PRIVATE because they are still living.
He filled in a whole lot of stuff I was not able to get from my closest relatives.
So now I have all the data on five of my uncles kids, and their kids and wives.
He also wanted as much info as I had about the florist since his grandmother worked there her whole life.

You really should write down for your grandchildren everything you can think of.
Places you've lived, places you've worked, what you did as hobbies, and what your duties were at work, etc.
Also talk about your social life, if any. How you met your wife and where, etc. etc. etc.
If you know much about your parents and grandparents it is good to put those things down also.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 23 Nov 2020, 19:22
by yogi
It's always risky hearing from "long lost" relatives. In your case it was legitimate and worked to your advantage. A few of my cousins were adopted. One in particular has kept in touch with me over the years. She decided in her ripe old age that she wanted to know more about her birth parents. It was a long shot but she got in touch with the agency that arranged the adoption, Catholic Charities, and started the search. It took a few months but they came up with a half-sister who lives in Kansas City, MO - of all places. The sister works for the IRS now and was very surprised to hear from my cousin. No phone calls were ever made. All the business and queries were done via e-mail. My cousin's birth mom has passed on but she showed me pictures she obtained from her sister. Yep, the mom and my cousin are definitely related. LOL After the initial flurry of excitement, the e-mails slowed down. I offered to be a meeting place half way between the two, but that suggestion didn't go anywhere. It turns out the half-sister has a presence on ... wait for it ... Facebook. My cousin barely knows how to use a computer and much less Facebook, but she joined just to be able to communicate easily. From what I can tell the communications have ceased. Now that I think about it, my cousin hasn't written to me in a long time. But, she did request my friendship on that web site.

I have to admit having mixed feelings about the grandchildren. We all were very close prior to them reaching college age. When they went off to be educated I stopped hearing from and about any of the three. A few years ago their mom, one of my daughters, came to be the Big 5-0. We had a reunion of sorts here in this house, but that was the end of that. Haven't heard a word from them since. I can't say that I blame them. I was in that position myself many years ago. All my grandparents had passed on by the time I got to college, but that was the age I set out on my own and didn't have time to keep up with the older generation. Yeah, they care about me, I'm sure. I think my oldest daughter might even read what I could write about my life. It would have to be over several text messages, however.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 24 Nov 2020, 16:09
by Kellemora
I think I told you this already, but we have a SURPRISE cousin, or I should say my wife does.
Unbeknownst to anyone else in the family, Debi's sister got pregnant.
He dad sent her to a home for pregnant and unwed mothers as soon as she started showing.
The baby was put up for adoption, and she returned home.
Nothing was ever said about the incident afterward.

Well, Debi's son had a DNA test done that was published.
It was a match to this girl who also had a DNA test done.
They started e-mailing each other, and he thought it was just a fluke, until he asked Debi about it.
It was still kept all hush-hush until Debi's sister finally admitted to it.
Now she is a welcomed family member, and glad to get to know her birth mom.

I had two kids of my own with my first wife.
After our divorce, both kids lived with me for a few years.
But then after some major issues and problems with my daughter, she went to live with her mother.
This was sad, because I knew what would happen with her, and it turned out I was right.
I still hear from my son on a weekly basis, usually via phone calls.

A gal I was dating, who we planned getting married three times, but each time she fell ill, she called it off.
After she passed away, because her 3 kids were a little older, I became their foster parent.
They lived with me during breaks from college, and/or the military.
We were married posthumously while I was married to Ruth, long story behind that one, but it was legal the way it was done, and the reason had to do with college requirements.
The oldest girl got married while away at college on her last semester.
The boy got out of the service and I bought him a house, that turned out to be his grandmothers old house.
And the younger girl I handled all of her wedding plans, including the dress and flowers and reception hall.

Ruth was technically my second wife, and she had 2 kids one older and one younger than my two kids.
A couple of times after we were married, all 7 kids were staying with us.

Debi had an older son, and one step-son, not living with her, but with his father, her ex-husband.
She raised her son alone, and put him almost through college before I came along.
Good thing I did, else he would have never been able to finish college and go to law school.
He passed the bar on his first attempt too!
After his car was stolen, we gave him Debi's car and I bought her another one.
Plus paid for almost all of his law school. Good thing I had a little money back then.

Of all those kids, ONLY by son still calls me.
I've never heard from Ruth's kids since the day she died.
Well, her daughter lived with us for a short time after we were married, until her aunt made her get an apartment and move away from us.
Never heard from Barbara's three kids after they graduated and/or got married.
The boy did keep in touch for a short time, but only because he needed me to do some more work on the house for him.
Once that was done, I've never heard from him since.
Debi's son lives in another town, and his attitude suggests, if Debi dies first, he'll take this house away from me.
My son would probably take me in. But I'm really hoping she survives me! I put our house in her name only.

That many kids, and not hearing from any of them, other than my son, is sad.
And I didn't hear from him for many years either. But now it's like he changed a lot and calls all the time.

Such is life I suppose.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 24 Nov 2020, 19:28
by yogi
Back in the days when I was an astrologer, there were a few occasions when I couldn't explain the things I came up with. I never claimed to have a lot of intuition so that much of what I did was due to reasoning and basic psychology. I viewed astrology much like I do Linux today, with a bit of skepticism. But, people are curious about esoteric arts and I enjoyed the popularity. Unfortunately, I never became popular enough to do it for a living.

One gal I worked with had a daughter who wanted her horoscope interpreted. I took the information and didn't see anything spectacular to report. It was just a ho-hum kind of interpretation but for one comment. I saw something around the age of 16 (I think it was) that had to do with motherhood. That's as close as i could get to explaining what I saw. I put all this and more into a typed up report and gave it to the gal I worked with, who in turn passed it on to her daughter. It took several weeks before I got any feedback, plus the feedback wasn't from the gal I was dealing with. It was from her lady friend who complimented me on how good I was. I never did anything for this lady so I asked how she came to that conclusion. Apparently the daughter whose chart I interpreted did have a motherhood experience at age 16 and managed to keep it all from her family. She terminated the pregnancy and never spoke of it again until she read my off the cuff comment. I think I was shocked more than anybody else. LOL

Many years ago it was all explained to me. You meet a mate, fall in love, and have children. You spend your entire conscious life teaching these kids how to make good decisions and live a clean life. You feed them, clothe them, and educate them all at no expense to them. Then they grow up and leave home to rarely, if ever, talk to you again. :eek:

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 25 Nov 2020, 16:01
by Kellemora
Being a Christian, I never got into that kind of stuff.
That don't mean I wasn't subjected to it many times over the years though.

Your last paragraph hit the nail square on the head!

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 25 Nov 2020, 16:16
by yogi
I do indeed understand the Christian position on the occult. They, and many others, accused me of many things that simply were not true. Anyway, you are very tolerant of my stories; not that you can avoid reading them until it's too late. :lol:

Some families are closer than others, and in many cases it's a cultural thing. I do fairly well being the curmudgeon I am, and I fully expect to die alone in the cardboard box I will be living in at that time. Hopefully I'll have a lot of great memories to keep me amused.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 26 Nov 2020, 16:28
by Kellemora
My mom bought us kids an Ouija board for Christmas one year.
We had fun playing with it for a time, then got bored with it.
Whether coincidence or not, we started having all kinds of problems in the house.
Things like broken water pipes, clogged sewers, washing machine broke, some light switches didn't work right.
My dad was a worry wart about electric and called an electrician to fix the problem with the lights.
The guy could find absolutely nothing wrong with the wiring or the switches, but dad had him replace the switches anyhow. The problem did not go away either.
Naturally he had the broken water pipes repaired, unclogged the sewer, and mom ended up with a new washing machine.
He gave the old washing machine to my uncle and it worked perfectly for him for many years afterward.
It was about April or May when mom was cleaning out our closets and found that Ouija board in the top shelf of our closet.
She was standing on a step stool and when she reached for it, the stool broke causing her to fall. Fortunately she wasn't hurt, and just went and got another small four step step ladder and she took everything off that top shelf.
She packed many things into a tote bag to give away, the Ouija board was one of them.
After it was out of the house, we never had trouble with the light switches or much of anything else.

I bought a Tarot Card set, used, from a flea market, not really realizing what it was at first. I just thought it was interesting and wanted to see what the cards meant. I was recently married to wife #1 at the time. Now I don't claim to know how to read those cards properly, if there is a proper way. But the way the cards lined up when I was checking myself, it appeared to me that it showed I would be moving soon. Then the next time I did it on myself, it showed the death card. I didn't think much about it at the time. But three months later we had to move from the apartment, and stayed in my mom's basement while I was renovating another apartment I got for us. I was about a week away from finishing the apartment so we could move in, when my wife went into labor. Our first baby only lived for an hour after birth, so to save bookwork I guess, they showed her as a stillborn. After this took place, I remembered back to when I was messing with those Tarot cards. I threw them away before we moved into the new apartment.

Up in the late 1970's, probably around 1978 or '79, someone gave me a Buddah Statue that was made of pourous rock, sorta like lava rock. In the front was a box with a metal screen for burning incense cones on. Probably left over from the late '60s, hi hi. My cousin came to live with me for a time, and we had a small target area in the basement for shooting BB guns. We took that Buddah statue and soaked it with lighter fluid and used the BB guns to chip away the pieces from it. Hit dead on, a BB would sink into it almost like it was Styrofoam. So we shot around the edges to whittle it down to almost nothing, hi hi. I don't recall anything bad ever happening around or after that time though, at least not for a few more years, so I'm sure are totally unrelated to us pulverizing Buddah, hi hi.

There were a lot of people who knew me quite well in the 1980's. And if you asked any one of them, they would say I was an outgoing people person. This is one of the reasons I was elected president of PWP for two years in a row.
But in reality, I'm actually a Loner. I prefer to be by myself and not bothered with people. I only let a few into my life at a time, but would rather steer clear of most of them. That's the way I was all throughout high school also. I had a couple of friends that we hung out together with, but didn't hang around with any of the other groups.
Now, I just spend from 8 am until close to 9 pm in my office, all by myself all day, and I consider it the perfect way to live.

Had I not been able to buy this house for Debi and I when I did, we would probably have ended up homeless.
Combined, we don't have enough money to rent an apartment. But as long as we can pay the taxes and utilities, we have a roof over our head that is paid for. Except for the maintenance which I can no longer do. I try and do a little at a time, but it is only minor things. Now I can't do much of anything at all anymore, which is sad.

Hey Happy Thanksgiving Yogi!

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 26 Nov 2020, 18:28
by yogi
The occult and paranormal have fascinated me since as far back as I can remember. It all suggests there is a world out there that we can't see with our eyes but at times can perceive by other means when conditions are right. As I grew older I became very skeptical of that other world. I think my time in a Catholic parochial school promoted that skepticism. Regardless, all those esoteric subjects retained their attraction.

Since I thought most of it was BS, but still had a major curiosity about the hidden knowledge that might be out there, I spent some time looking for a pseudo-science that I could debunk with logic. Astrology actually had some historical basis in science, yet there were things practitioners of astrology could say about me which didn't make sense. I could not understand how they got the precise details that they were able to relate. Thus I decided to look into it using Astro-logic. LOL To make a long story shorter, astrology was not all it was advertised to be but there were some remarkable features about it that classic science could not explain. It certainly did not lend itself to the scientific method in spite of it's roots being astronomical. My career and studies lasted more than ten years. I learned a lot and helped many folks solve difficult problems in their life. For all that I am grateful.

My logical approach to astrology did not work well when I got myself some Tarot cards. My understanding is that the major arcana cards supposedly are derived from knowledge in the Kabbalah. The symbols on the cards are universal triggers into that hidden world I speculated about, and some of it was incorporated into astrological symbolism. The Tarot cards were designed to open those areas of our consciousness that can reach into the secret world around us and allow perception of things our normal eyes can't see. My first experiences with the cards were not impressive, but then, I was into logical interpretations at the time. Eventually I learned how to let my intuitions have free reign which gave a whole new meaning to the cards before me. Sadly, I never got good enough at reading the cards to satisfy my own demands. But, I was thinking, or perceiving, differently during that era. Like yourself I was able to "see" ill defined events that ultimately manifest in the physical world. I never saw enough to scare myself but I did put the cards away. They are still in my basement wrapped in silk.

That invisible world into which the occult delves has been the subject of many discussions with people who are more adept in their perceptions of it than I am. Some of the details of that world described to me seem to be pure fantasy. It's easy to see why organized religions would acknowledge the existence of an invisible universe and caution you not to go there. I don't believe the concepts of "good" or "evil" exist in metaphysical form, but there certainly are forces pointed in opposite directions.

Some of the strangest stories I've heard or read about involve the Ouija Board. The most consistent factor is that a "presence" of some sort accompanies the use of said board. That presence is not well suited for humans and requires an adept in the occult to control it. About the best analogy I can make is that the Tarot cards bring one into contact with good spirits while the Ouija Board brings the evil spirits into your life. As I claimed, to me those concepts residing in the nether world do not mean the same as they do on our level of conscious awareness. I've been warned many times to stay away from Ouija. It seems like so much more BS, but, I never so much as touch one.

I am thankful that the hidden forces of the universe have deemed it worthy for you and I to have met in this virtual environment. I've learned quite a bit from you and have been royally entertained often. In fact I doubt this site would still be operational if you were not around. You have accomplished so much in your life that it seems unjust for you to be living on the edge. I, who have accomplished little, have all that I need into the foreseeable future. It's all a bit ironic when I think about it. Life isn't fair. It just happens. My hope is that your Thanksgiving Day too was pleasant and enjoyable.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 27 Nov 2020, 16:52
by Kellemora
I'll have to catch this one tomorrow now too!
Just ran out of time is all.
And the frau is waiting for me.

Re: Our Birthplace

Posted: 28 Nov 2020, 16:56
by Kellemora
Sorry about yesterday. The frau called, said she was in the car waiting for me. I had forgotten she was coming home on her late lunch break to unload the car of things she picked up at work for free, because she had more to get.
Nothing to write home about though, just things that took up space where she worked, like a whole roll of bubble wrap that was too wide for their ceiling feeder, so they gave it to her. That filled the whole back of her car, but with a little space on each side to put empty triple-wall cardboard boxes we use for shipping gifts in. And the front seat was full of canned goods, foodstuffs they sell at Ace, mostly snack type items, some in cans, some in bags, all past the date they were allowed to sell them. They normally toss them in the dumpster.
She also had four propane tanks to take back with her to get refilled, and that is why she wanted me along.
Ace fills the tanks to the legal full weight, while those you get at exchange places only fill them 2/3 full.
Now I'm not supposed to lift anything over 20 pounds, but these are OK, because I just swing them up into the back of the Blazer, holding onto the inside strap so I'm not exerting myself so much.
It took them almost an hour to fill them, so I just waited until she got off work, rather than go home, unload, and take her car back later to pick her up.
What messed up our routine is her water pump went out and her car was in the shop, so I had to take her to work, then go pick her up to go get her car after it was fixed.

OK - On with the Occult. Yes there is a dark side and also a not so dark side out there in the unseen world.
Christians call them demons and devils, hi hi. And of course they are fighting with the Angels!

I once worked with a lady who was into the Occult stuff. She even held a seance every once in a while.
All I can say about her is, She Knew Things!
The rest of us at work all placed most of her comments about something that is going to happen as mere coincidence.
But after a couple of years, a few didn't think it was coincidence, she knew something was going to happen, just not what or when all the time.
One day she stuck her head in the door of our section and said something like, if you have a co-worker whose name starts with R, they may not be in today, or maybe late today. They will have some type of emergency or an accident.
After she left we all just looked at each other, nope nobody here except Roger and Robert and they are both here.
Those being the only two with an R in their name.
On about 11 am, some dude walks into our office and reported to the boss, who happen to be late getting in that day too, but his initials were CM. The guy was all apologetic, said he was in a minor car accident just outside our parking lot. His name was Richard Ramlow I think. This made us all look up when we heard his name and what happened.
THEN - an older gentleman in our office said, wait a minute guys. What time were you in the accident Mr. Ramlow?
Around quarter after eight. Then he looked at the rest of us and said, Gerry stuck her head in here at a couple of minutes to nine. Plenty of time to know about the accident, and she could have seen it from her reception desk, and she would have known who has appointments and where, in order to let them in without a security escort.
We were all cool with she pulled the wool over her for the time being.
Another time a while later she was in our office for some reason and kept glancing back at Leonard.
Before leaving she walked back there and said you are Leonard aren't you. Well I have something to tell you.
Do not take Skinker on your way home tonight.
After she left, Leonard told the rest of us, he never takes Skinker (that's a road) because of the stop lights.
On his way home taking his normal route, the road was closed due to a water main break and the detour sent him over to Skinker. He remembered what she said, so he planned on turning off Skinker at the next intersection.
Too late! Somebody backed out of a driveway into the side of his car and spun him up onto the curb and into a tree.
He was not hurt, the car was not too badly damaged to drive home. But he never made fun of her ever again, hi hi.
The rest of us still did though!