- How far back can you trace your family tree?
That depends on which side of the family (maternal or paternal) we’re talking about. I have distant relatives who have done a lot of work tracing back the ancestry of various people from my grandparents’ generation to the late 1700s / early 1800s. However, there are also substantial gaps, particularly on the paternal side. I couldn’t tell you the names of my great-grandparents on that side. - What is the most interesting (or strange) thing you've heard about one of your relatives?
I knew that one of my great-grandparents had been a chemist at Eastman Kodak, but until recently I hadn’t gone and looked up the various patents he filed in the mid-20th century. - How do you feel about legacy names like John Henry Smith IV or naming children after other relatives?
I think whatever other people choose to do about naming their children is their business, although if you name your child something like “SanDeE*” I may have to fight the urge to judge you for overcomplicating the administrative burden they’ll endure for the rest of their lives. - Would you consider yourself and/or your family to be traditional?
Not really. I think the absence of religion in our lives probably affects this. We do like traditions that involve food, though, like Pancake Day (Shrove Tuesday) and Easter. - What is one tradition you have passed on to your children and/or plan to pass on to them?
I have passed on the following to them:- It is OK to put shoyu (soy sauce) on anything.
- Rather than have the argument over pumpkin pie v pecan pie for Thanksgiving dinner, it is best to make both. Also, it is OK to celebrate Thanksgiving at the weekend, since it is not a thing in the UK.
- There is no such thing as “quickly” popping into the bookshop. Or the library.
- It is OK to put shoyu (soy sauce) on anything.
- If you could go back and relive one moment or day from your life, without changing anything, what would you re-experience?
- If you could witness a moment in history, again without changing anything, what would you want to see?
- f you could talk to a younger version of yourself, what age would you visit and what message would you give?
- If you could choose one moment that would be guaranteed to happen in your future, what would it be and when would it happen?
- Pretend you left a time capsule for yourself 5, 10, 15, 20 or more years ago. You just opened it. What three things from your past are you now holding and what age were you when you buried them?
I’m probably supposed to say something about kids here, but if I’m being honest it would be the day Sputnik and Telstar arrived in our lives as tiny kittens. It was such a joyous afternoon (and also I wasn't in pain and exhausted).
Just a random day in the time when there were dinosaurs and giant insects. I'd want to be in a protective bubble though, so I'd be safe whilst wandering around gawping at stuff.
I'd visit me while my maternal grandparents were alive and I lived with them, and tell me to write in my diary every day. I have strong individual memories of that period in my life but Older!Me wishes I had a more complete record.
Becoming a full professor. I’d be happy if it happened any time now, although obviously I have to have enough evidence to make it plausible and then write my promotion case. I won't be too happy if it takes more than five years, though.
As a child I'm likely to have buried a pretty shell or a shark's tooth that I found on the beach. As a young adult, probably a graduation photo. As a middle-aged adult, something both my kids wore, like the NASA astronaut costume I brought Humuhumu from the Smithsonian when she was about three.
Yes (but also, it’s complicated).
2. How far away do you live from your various family members?
At least a few thousand miles from nearly all of my blood relatives. Much closer to my out-laws.
3. When was the last time you visited with relatives?
Only about a month ago, but it already feels like ages. :(
4. Do your relatives travel to visit you?
Hahahaha no. My parents are in their eighties and have been to the UK exactly twice since I moved here. My other family don’t have passports or don’t have enough money to travel to the UK or both.
This has, weirdly, become harder on me emotionally the longer I’ve lived here. The twentieth anniversary of me moving to the UK passed quietly a couple of weeks back: ironically, whilst I was in the USA, sitting on the beach in Los Angeles.
5. How do you stay in touch with family: phone calls, email, snail mail, texts, other?
All of the above, although snail mail has dropped off in the past four or five years, since I have most relatives either on WhatsApp or Messenger so that I can send them photos easily.
I debated over our recent holiday whether to simply continue not posting or to make some kind of formal statement about how I plan to use this journal in future. Personally I prefer it when people don't just disappear. I know that 99% of the time they've just got bored or busy or distracted by a different platform and don't find the journal rewarding enough to continue, and nothing terrible has happened to them. But it's nice to have the reassurance that this is the case, rather than that they've been hit by a bus or something.
So I guess this is me obliquely sidling up to the realisation that despite 21 years of journalling (as of this July), I have neither the time nor the inclination to keep up my commitment to writing and interacting here as intensively as I once did. I can see the signs of this in my recent posting patterns: more short entries, far fewer public posts, failure to post photos because it's just too much effort to muster after a 15 hour day, failure to reply to comments or to other people's posts.
There are external factors too. I got promoted at work. I have a huge workload now that I have a senior administrative role in my department, plus teaching and grant management. I'm co-supervising my first PhD student. The children will be going to different schools in a week's time, effectively doubling our life admin complications. Because of this we've had to acquire a second car after 10 years of getting away with having only one.
I'm sure no one apart from me is surprised, but I hope I'm not the only one who's sad about this. I loved being (what felt to me like) a stalwart part of this community. It's painful to have to let it go. I will post now and again but I won't be reading regularly so if this is important to you and you need to say goodbye because of it, please do. On the other hand, if you're okay with sporadic updates and patchy, enthusiastic interaction then please stay. I'm always happy to pick up with friends and acquaintances after long silences.
I'll keep my Wed-Sat shifts on the daily "Just One Thing" achievement posts for Awesomeers.dreamwidth.org. Do join there if you want a low key way of recording stuff you've done and getting a little cheer for it. That's how I use it.
If you'd like to connect elsewhere, I'm on the following, but don't post much: Instagram (magnetometrist) and Twitter (nanila). I'm most active on and 150+ days into a Duolingo streak so happy to be added there as well: nanila2, the one with a Neko Atsume cat as my userpic.
TL;DR version: Nanila angsts about not journalling regularly, isn't leaving completely, loves you all, stay or go as you like, please add on Duolingo. ❤️

Small boy, big trees.
There was evidence of storm damage everywhere, and though the forestry commission had obviously been through clearing the paths when they could, they hadn’t been able to keep up.

Under or over?







Moody skies.

Spectacular views.
The bright yellow gatehouse catches the eye before Stokesay Castle does, but since you can’t go inside except for one small downstairs room, you have to content yourself with admiring it from several external angles.

( ”Gatehouse from the tower and the moat. )
The castle isn’t very prepossessing from the outsides, but the inside is fantastic and offers spectacular views over the surrounding countryside through an endlessly varied set of windows.

( Castle. )
The neighbouring St John the Baptist church was a small gem as well. A sturdy Norman tower looks like it can and has weathered all manner of ill winds. We went in as the afternoon light was streaming through the stained glass windows.

( Church interior. )
After that it was time for coffee, juice, and some hefty slices of homemade cakes at the tearoom before heading home.

Goodbye, snowdrops.

On the first full day of our trip to Whitby, we made our first pilgrimage to the ruins of the Abbey. Because ELDERGOTHS. (Well, me and sister-out-law, anyway.)
( Zillions of photos )