~out of sight~ I had this extraordinary dream last night...........I had lost my sight. I guess extraordinary is not the best word for some, but what I took from the dream as I woke this morning was a genuine blessing for my sight. As I blinked the sleep out of my lazy eyes and gazed around my room, I realized I was again competent in my life. Scary the thought of losing my sight.............I became completely dependent on others around me for my daily activities. I could no longer work in my profession nor could I surf the net looking at retro fashions. I did a bit of an experiment as I began my day............I tried doing things with my eyes closed. We take for granted many things in our daily lives...........laundry sorting, cooking, picking out clothes. It took me almost 4 times longer to sort 3 piles of laundry than normal by relying only on touch. Are braile consoles even available on washer/dryer sets? My new smart phone would be obsolete for me.
The next line I tackled was the Mitchell family. My great grandmother was Artha B Mitchell (1883 - 1977). I can barely remember her. I was ten years old when she died. She was the daughter of Francis Marion Mitchell (1855 - 1904). It is Francis's grandfather, Andrew Mitchell, Jr. (1760 - 1824) who served in the Revolutionary War. It is truly a story worthy of legend. Andrew was one of 3 sons born to Irish immigrants Andrew and Mary (McGowan) Mitchell. The young family came to the colonies in 1752. They began their journey in a Scottish - Irish community in Eastern Pennsylvania before migrating to Orange County, North Carolina. Besides the boys, Andrew and Mary had 2 daughters, Margaret and Nancy. At the time of the Revolution, my 5th great grandfather, Andrew, Jr was just starting his family. He had married Mary Tate in 1781. He was in service but took furlough to be with his ill wife. This informa...
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