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"Each of us must find wisdom in his own way. Mine is one way, yours another. Perhaps we each need more of what the other knows." . . . The Lonely Men
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Mike Shaffer
Member since 10-20-05
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12-09-20, 12:16 PM (Pacific Time) |
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"Nicknames..."
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Mike or Shafe were my only two...until I started dating Debby. We were married for nearly forty years...she is tall at 5’8”, auburn haired with freckles on her nose, hazel eyes. We divorced several years ago...amicably. She could easily pass for 40, but is closing in on 70....which is very annoying. Anyway, her Dad and consequently Deb always called me Mik, pronounced Mick. Her current partner is younger than our youngest son...and I always refer to him as my third son. A really nice guy. I was quite proud recently when Deb stuck her finger in my face and said, “He’s just like you.” Well, yes he is, and I already knew that. Still made me smile...at least she is consistent. Oh, and when in her late twenties she had a beautician match her hair color, so it ain’t changed at all. Did I mention she was annoying? One other annoying trait...she doesn’t read anything but Medical books...has no training, and I would trust her diagnoses over any Doctor. On the flip side of that is a lady I watched over after my friend, and her husband died. Before he died he had asked me to watch over her, which I did for several years before cancer took her. She was an operating room nurse in Baltimore. She had no genealogy information...both of her parents were adopted. She was a duplicate of Debby, except she was 5 feet to Deb’s 5 feet 8 inches. Both ladies possessed quick wits with great senses of humor and were mirror images of each other...except for the height thing. |
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john555
Member since 8-13-19
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12-13-20, 09:51 AM (Pacific Time) |
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1. "RE: Nicknames..."
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You left me kind of speechless. Everyone else, too, it would seem. The only thing I give you is an old nautical blessing that we use even now in the Navy. May you have fair winds and following seas. Justintime |
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Mike Shaffer
Member since 10-20-05
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12-30-20, 08:32 PM (Pacific Time) |
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3. "RE: Nicknames..."
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My brother, Earl, always had his buzzed until he started paying for it himself. He keeps it well manicured now. Earl’s nickname was Bub. I don’t have a clue where it came from, but he is a Junior..Earl F. Shaffer Jr. For some reason Dad didn’t want me named for anyone...we found out thirty years later that the first known in our line at the start of the 19th century was Michael with no middle name. Dad decided I should have the Lee middle name...after the two Lee’s that signed the Declaration of Independence...we are direct descendants of Richard Henry and Francis Lightfoot Lee. My sister, Linda, also carried the Lee name forward as has my son, Trevor. Robert E. Lee was a distant cousin. It is from my Great Grandmother that our lineage can be traced to a Viking, Rollo, the First Duke of Normandy. Kind of odd that we owned a row boat until the late 1960s. After we moved to a suburb of Baltimore from Magothy Beach, Dad took it out to the deepest part of the Magothy River in Maryland, sank it and swam back to shore to keep it from being stolen...never have figured that out, but he didn’t want a guy we called Fat Jack to lay claim to it. Fat Jack is long dead, and a new house is on his property now, but his old rundown shack is still standing. He would lay claim to old row boats and tar the sides to keep them afloat, so he could rent them out. lol. Life on the River. lol. Years later Dad bought land on what was a swampy back river on the Severn. After we moved he sold it for a song because a friend had dug out the swamp deep enough to get a row boat in and out. Dad, ever the astute business man, sold it for a profit of about 7000 dollars, after decades of warnings from his Grandmother, Nettie B. Hill of Virginia, to “Never sell land!” About two years later the State dredged out the swamp, making it waterfront. How much was it worth then? I don’t want to talk about it. |
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