Sunday, November 17, 2019

darkness is settling in; my wife fell off a horse, and i'm alone. oh yes there are kids around, too many in fact, but that will take care of itself; i will take those home who aren't ours, and try to take care of those who are. it's unusually silent. i took out my hearing aids, because the puppy was yipping at the cows.

the puppy was the first to know things were not right. the kids heard the news, and kind of retreated into their own worlds, but the puppy stood at the front window, waiting for her to return. when the cows came he got very upset. he figures maybe the cows are keeping her from coming home.

no, she probably has a broken hip. i'm not sure how this will play out.

to some degree i figure it's just the price you pay. she was riding every day, and under a lot of stress, and using the horses to alleviate the stress. but horses are stress too. one of them, probably the one that threw her, was a wild apache horse which was never quite tamed from its wild days, and probably it was her idea that he would grow to love her and they could have this wild experience out in the back country out by walker canyon. me, i stay home and try to build stuff; i did finish putting walls on the shed, and then, at her request, got started on a deck which i otherwise might have put off until spring. it's not all that hard and chances are good that i can finish it quick before the really bad weather comes. now, darkness is falling on my project, and i'm not sure if i'll even get back to it in a while.

i don't want to sit around feeling sorry for myself, but at the moment, i'm just hanging by the phone, not cooking, watching darkness fall, doing nothing but feeling sorry for myself. four kids, and i'm kind of a single father. it will all work out, i hope, as i'm sure she needed a break (so to speak) to some degree anyway. she was losing too much weight and suffering from over-stress.

my little empire here will compress. i need to get the truck back (from the ranch), get her back, take care of her, and somehow keep kids going to and from school and practice. it will be a busy time. for one thing, one practice is at 6 am, the other is after school, 3 40 to 5. so there's a possibility of four trips to town, unless i do something to keep that number down. my strategy here will be to ship them out if possible, keep the unnecessary driving down, that kind of thing. all this will start tuesday. tomorrow i have a day to adjust to the new reality.

actually today was my day to do that. here i sit, watching the sun go down, doing just that.
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Tobias Lane Leverett
born Nov. 11, 2019
to Justin Leverett and Marion Edgemeyer
Congratulations!
(in respect for the parents' wishes, I have removed the picture)


My family:

When I was 23 (1978), I had my first child,
(1) Josephine Chandler, with Linda Chandler. She is now married to Derek Andre, and has two children, Layla and Landon.

Then (in 1986) I married Elizabeth Herman, and had two sons:
(5) Justin Leverett, who married Marion Edgemeyer, and had a son Tobias.
(6) Noah Leverett

In 2001 I married Jennifer Dunn and became stepfather to her three children:
(2) Natalie Metz Zeman, who married Ethan Zeman and had three children, Kenna, Maya, and Nori;
(3) Eric Metz, who married Jenn; and
(4) Kylie Metz Brewer, who married Josh Brewer, and had two children, Bayleigh and Madison

Jennifer Dunn and I had four children:
(7) Elias
(8) Corey
(9) Sierra
(10) Ava

Here are some family pictures
Corey, Sierra and Ava
family from whence I came
Layla and Landon
Justin & Marion's wedding  

Saturday, November 16, 2019

a cold evening and the smell of skunk permeates outside. he might be mad that i cleared out his little territory under a deck that i was going to build. i took out most of the lumber from under there, and spread it out a little ways from the place, thus leaving that little place kind of exposed. i couldn't quite finish - there were long pieces under there that it was beginning to get to me to go after. so i gave myself a break. i spent much of the day moving lumber around.

in the evening i went to the volunteer fire thanksgiving. they had a big bird, and stuffing, and gravy, the whole works. it was good - as turkey is always good, to me anyway - and afterward there was apple pie and some kind of chocolate pecan. it was about as good as it gets.

the guy i sat next to was one of the two people who discovered the hale-bopp comet. apparently this happened in the house next to me. it's a big house, and his ex-wife still lives in it, and it has a kind of skylight facing south where i figure, he could have seen about anything if he wanted. this is apparently where he saw it - right next door.

but apparently there was a tragedy associated with it, because it was a big media event, and some cult in san diego, 39 people, all decided to die so that the comet would take them with it as it came close to earth. i only barely remember this, although it was in like 1995 or something, I guess maybe i was going through a nasty divorce and wasn't much following the news. but in any case, with 39 people dead, that kind of marred the joy of his discovery.

he's a prominent astronomer, and a neighbor - he still lives just on the other side of us from his ex-wife, more or less, and he's about to spring an astronomy educational program on the web. he's always been kind of international, web-oriented, into educating about astronomy, and very knowledgeable about the universe.

one of the things he was telling me tonight was that saturn has this moon, titan, that is actually very interesting. it has an atmosphere, and has water, though it's all in ice form, because it's way out there. basically i was asking him about the expulsion of pluto from the family of planets, and he said, it doesn't really matter where you draw the line. you could call titan a planet, and that would be very cool, because it's so much like earh, and so interesting, and has that possibility of life, if it has water, that none of the others have. another one like that is europa, which is apparently a moon of mercury or something. much closer to earth in temperature, but its water is hidden beneath the rocks, so we don't pay much attention to it. to him if you study this stuff you want to know more about the ones where life is actually possible - the ones we should study more. Labeling certain useless ones as "planets" doesn't help at all.

My two kids enjoyed the turkey and stuff, but dreaded the adult meeting afterward, so they walked home. it was about a mile and a half, along a paved road, in total darkness. they said they saw one deer, but my guess is, there were a few more out there. once it's dark, out they come, and they don't care if it's hunting season or not, or maybe i should take that back. they care a lot, but, i'm not sure if they'll more likely be jumping around out there in the dark, in hunting season, as any other time. i've always had a theory that they went to town during hunting season, or that they somehow knew it was hunting season, but i have no proof that they know. just like i have no proof about the wave.

so this is my story about the wave. this astronomer has family in australia, maybe a son, though he's in adelaide, nowhere near where the place is burning up. but i told him, a few years ago, there was a big sporting event in sydney, and the claim was made that in australia, people do the wave counterclockwise. now i thought that was a pretty wild idea, but of course i have no way of proving it, short of going there and going to a sporting event. so i asked this astronomer, and he said, he thought it was a pretty slim chance that that could be true, but he had no real idea, not being into sports, or having even thought about it before.

the thing about the wave is, it's a social phenomenon, it just happens, but people have to do it in communication with each other, so, they have to go either one way or the other. and it could be, they go this way most of the time, but that wasy sometimes, and it's kind of random, but the idea that some kind of primal earth-based force on them could have something to do with it, was interesting, and i couldn't discount the theory altogether.

and to top it off, baby lynette is going there, as we speak. her mother is my daughters' dance teacher, and she is a cutie-pie, but i'm sure she has no idea what the wave is, and, chances are pretty good her parents will be too busy watching her to go to a sporting event. that's what you have to do, i think, take some time out of your day, and just go to a rugby match or something.

wrote this without glasses, and it's late, so, i'm going to bed. sorry about typos.

Thursday, November 14, 2019


Wednesday, November 13, 2019

i have an impulse to put things in order on this blog - family pictures. it's a huge blog, and the pictures aren't very good quality, but they can show people the way the family is, if there is any order whatsoever. after doing genealogy for a while, i've come to realize how difficult my own situation is, and i want to make it accessible to people who come here. actually the family itself would be the main customers in that regard, but, if someone says, who are the wallaces anyway? i can just point to this site (post below) and it should clear things up a little. not that it will tell the story; that will come later.

i have a cousin who is fighting in court to see her grandchildren. you will see them, below, somewhere as well although i'm pretty private about who they are. after watching google images operate for a while i have finally devised a system where the names are now separate from the pictures. you can click on the name and see the picture, but google images will not call it up because the picture is alone by itself, in a post that has no name. this to me keeps the whole thing off google images, though i realize to some degree that is probably futile.

there is some kind of immortality associated with this blog. it doesn't appear to be going anywhere. i make sure these pictures are backed up, but, in the end, this is probably going to be my best stand at making it clear - where i came from, my immediate family, etc.

Wallace family















James Jackson Wallace and Margo Irving Wallace

Elizabeth Wallace Wells m. Ray Wells
 - Craig Wells, m. Lynda ?
 - Jay Wells

Emmy Wallace Reynolds m. Joe Reynolds
 - Steve Reynolds
 - Doug Reynolds, m. Sharon ?
 - Stu Reynolds, m. Pam Baker
      Stu had one child, Sierra Soleil

Margret Wallace Leverett m. James R. Leverett Jr.
  -Bruce Leverett, m. Nancy Byers (fam. picture)(picture)
      They had two children: Alison and Ryan
  - Tom Leverett m. Elizabeth Herman, m. Jen Dunn
      my family is here
  - Margot Leverett
 - Bill Leverett, m. Lisa Hopkinson
     they had one child, Lydia Bea

James (Bones) Wallace m. Paula, m. Micky
  - Pam Wallace Hu m. Phil Hu
     they had two children
  - James Wallace m. Cara
     they had one child, Keri
  - Carrie Wallace
     she had three children, Cara, Erin, and Lindsey

Pictures
all Wallace cousins
Wallace boys with Grandpa
Craig and Sharon
Tom, Bruce, Bill, Margot
Grandpa, Bruce and Tom   

Note: When you get to the pictures, they will be unlabeled. That's because I don't want them appearing in Google images labeled. This is true of most of my family pictures, many of which are on this blog somewhere. When you get there, if you click on the picture itself, you should get a larger version. 










Tuesday, November 12, 2019


Monday, November 04, 2019

sometimes i wonder if i'm anything but a mediocre writer, but, i do very little to find out, because i have such thin skin. sure i could go out and ask people, but, since i might not like what they have to say, i generally don't, and just live with whatever i produce, checked over several times by myself, with lots of errors that i just simply didn't catch.

i'm actually not so concerned about the typos, as i've had a few in each of my books, and just couldn't seem to eliminate them entirely without spending hundreds on a professional editor. it's like, i go back through my book for the thousandth time, and all i can read into it is the work i've done, and the work i could still yet do. so i miss a few details. i'm more concerned that, for not getting more intensely into the style itself, i'm simply not getting better, or getting to where i want to be.

but fortunately, i've been taken over by a new obsession: my heritage, the leverett family. in this regard my descendants will probably be my main audience, and they are likely to be more forgiving, and grateful that i've simply done the work. as it is, it's an intense mystery involving people for whom only a shadow of a trace remains, and i'm totally absorbed in it; one reason is that google, and google books, have made a lot more information available in a lot of new places. i'm lucky, in a sense, that these circumstances have made a lot more information come to the surface right at the time i'm looking for it, and i don't have to travel to boston, or maine, or illinois, to get it. it's a kind of ongoing discovery, because, naturally, i started googling the names i knew, and then, i googled the new ones i'd learned, and then finally, i figured out creative ways to use those in combination with other things, such that i might get at some information that i'd learned.

and, with each google search, it goes back in pages and pages, pages which are usually mismatches of some kind or another, but which are also capable of turning up some gem, some book from the 1700's that google printed and put up on the web somehow. all this stuff is out there, and mine for the taking, and puts me in a different class than some genealogists of, say, 1963, who simply couldn't go to androscoggin county maine to find stuff, and maybe couldn't even imagine paying the postage to ask.

my last point is that i've done it all from my chair, and done it for free; my last threshold is actually ancestry-dot-com, which is much bigger than the rest, but costs something like fifteen a month and gives you access to all these wild documents. of course i want it. but it's almost a matter of principle not to pay that kind of money for this kind of stuff, and i haven't done it yet. i gave them my e-mail address and got a free trial, and that's bad enough, since now they'll dun me for years until i get them out of my inbox. but they, apparently, are the last word in this kind of stuff, so i have to figure out a way to get in.

enough of that for now. back to the 1700's.

Saturday, November 02, 2019

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Friday, November 01, 2019

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Tuesday, October 22, 2019

deep in the middle of the seventeen hundreds, it's all i can do to get up and do some of the carpentry work i've been trying to accomplish around here. today i put plastic on a screen, sheltering my shed from the winter, and i think it works pretty well, although it may not hold up all winter. i may put plastic on the inside of the screen as well as outside, and i'm working on ceilings, and insulation, and walls, trying to get it ready for winter. but also trying to use up, and get out of there, all the scraps of insulation and wood that have been hanging around. it's my pride, really, that i do the whole thing with scraps, but it's also because i'm not so good at it, so i learn as i go, and i won't waste my poor skills on brand new lumber.

deep in the seventeen hundreds you have this guy riverus, or riverius, depending on whom you ask, and this guy's mother was supposedly a leverett. he lived in new haven, but she was from boston, and everyone was pretty sure she was born in 1736, even had a date, though i forget which one. born in 1736 in boston, in the family of knight the metalsmith, and died 1756, in woodbridge connecticut, home of the sperry farms. well the sperry farms were used to hide out some regicides, two guys that were guilty of killing king charles I, so that adds a little bit of intrigue to the story. and this guy, nicholas sperry russell junior, apparently married mary ann leverett, and had riverus/riverius before she died. riverius by the way named one of his boys leverett russell, so that adds a little weight to the fact that she at least existed. but, as it turns out, lots of people in connecticut were naming their sons leverett, for whatever reason. i haven't found the reason.

the thing is, you tend to look for reasons. people name people for reasons, but they also leave town for reasons. why would this mary ann leave boston, and go and have a baby, and die in the process, out there in the part of new haven connecticut that would one day become woodbridge connecticut? it could be that this nicholas dude just breezed through boston and won her heart and took her out there, ok. but she could also be a missing link in the sense that if she felt she had to leave town, there might have been a reason. if she had a baby in about 1652, at the age of 16, they would have every reason to kind of forget about her and she might have snuck out of town in order to start over again.

now the thing is i have use for someone who had a baby in about 1652, namely a john w who would become known as a half brother, or actually to be more exact he would be a cousin to the people whose family he apparently was raised in. if he was truly born in 1652 or thereabouts, he would have to have gone to the house of colonel john, who was twenty five, or thomas, who was twenty-two, but neither of these were married. perhaps he grew up in knight's house, though knight died right then in the 1750's sometime. when colonel john married mary, and had john esquire in 1758, perhaps john w was already six, and just started going by the name william. as a half brother he would actually just be a kid that the family raised, knowing that his true mother wasn't able to do it, as she had left for connecticut and died.

just fishing here. i have to come up with a reasonable explanation, somehow, of how two johns came around to having two williams, and the thing is, the second of those williams wasn't born until 1773, and the first one, the grandfather of our joseph, was born in boston, yet died in needham in 1792. he would be the guy who gave up the city and became a farmer. if the father was born in 1773, the grandfather had to be born before 1757, I figure, to be sixteen when he had his son william. but i haven't worked out where that william could have come from.

out in the shed i construct walls, ceilings, plastic on doors, that kind of stuff. it gets cold. i need to prepare for winter. winter, here in the mountains, is no small shakes. i'm hoping we'll be ok. we've kind of been beating the cars to death.

kind of like a connecticut winter, i figure.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

the early seventeen hundreds was a rowdy era in boston; out in the hinterlands, jonathan edwards was just getting started, and andrew jackson would get elected and set the pioneer settlements abuzz with all his antics. but in boston, it was the time when cotton mather argued that people's learning how to read songs and sing them was a good method of devotion, and psalms should be printed into music to make worship more devout. the pure calvinists thought that any form of ritual was bad, kind of like the modern quakers, who feel that the rote repeating of verse out of a presbyterian program is not really authentic.

but cotton mather had other problems on his mind. the solid framework of puritan culture was beginning to crumble, and it was partly his own fault: by getting drawn in to the salem witch trials, and thus being responsible for the deaths of so many so-called "witches," he had made puritan culture look a little too stern and vindictive, harsh, cruel, violent, all of that. his reputation was tarnished. people were finding other ways to worship.

we had a relative, mary leverett, who i call ipswich mary. that's because i found a mary leverett who got married up around ipswich in 1715, to a guy who already had three children. it was common for second-time-arounders to remarry, because gender roles were so divided that, while a man could still raise money after his wife died, he badly needed help with the children at home, and similarly, for the women, if their husband died, they could take care of the kids, but had much more trouble raising the money. they tended to find each other and band together. so my feeling is that it's very possible that ipswich mary was carrying around our missing ancestor, and i've been working on that possibility.

but a little later in the century, we had another mysterious woman. this is a woman named mary ann, who has been attributed to knight the metalsmith's family in the early 1700's. she was to go on and marry a nicholas russell in new haven, connecticut, and die in childbirth. this, too, was not uncommon. somehow people attributed her to knight the metalsmith's family. knight already had four, and two more who died young, but it was believable enough that he could have had a mary ann. for one thing, there were very few other known leveretts in all of new england. < genealogists interested in their child, riverus russell, wrote in wondering if we could verify the birth of mary ann in the family of knight the metalsmith. problem is, we can't, not that i know of. and, mary ann is a kind of unusual name. you find these southern leveretts, they often have two names, or, at least a name and an initial. in the north, it's one only, generally, and even one like mary ann is very uncommon. you don't see them throwing around that middle name, although usually they have one.

so i'm looking around for this mary ann woman, just like ipswich mary. there aren't many clues. if you marry, they write your name down in the local records place. somebody gets on to your marriage and they write it down. this goes for births and deaths too. they end up being our connection to reality.

the web, on the other hand, is home of theories and misplaced conjecture. anyone can create a profile of mary ann on geni.com, or ancestry.com, and claim that she was a daughter of knight the metalsmith. and who knows? maybe she was. putting it in writing makes it a step more real, though. to me, sitting here googling my name over and over, it's a kind of numbers game. if enough people say she was born into knight's family, i begin to believe it. i only dive into those birth records once in a while.

and then, it brings the question, how does a single girl get from boston to new haven, back in puritan boston of the early 1700's? presumably this nicholas guy blew through town, asked for her hand, and took her home with him. that's a very sexist, kind of traditional way of looking at it, but there are actually several possibilities. and, remember, i really believe she came up from the south. mary ann? where would knight the metalsmith get that name?