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Here, gathered in our beloved South Dakota, are a few members of our Williamson / Mattson Clan. Charles and Luella are to be blamed (be kind, they didn't know what they were doing). We're generally a happy bunch and somewhat intelligent (notwithstanding our tenuous grasp on reality). I'm also proud to say that most of us still have our teeth.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Ancestry.Com DNA Results: Charles and Luella Williamson

Luella and Charles. The Results are In. They are 98% Human. The Mysterious Remainder Explains Their Children 



My sister Kim purchased DNA kits as Christmas gifts for our parents. I spent the better part of an hour and two day's worth of patience one evening after the new year harvesting their DNA by getting them to spit into tiny vials. It wasn't an easy task for either of them. The first few attempts resulted in dust; Charles is 80. Luella is 77.  I think the problem they had generating enough saliva for the test can be attributed to the drying out process associated with advanced age. It gives a new meaning to old and leathery :)

Watching Luella was particularly amusing. She pulled every available ounce of moisture from her lungs without the aide of her false teeth (kept on the snack stand beside her chair for when company drops by). Without that scaffolding, a dribble or two would make it into the container, the rest down her blouse. The effort would be followed by her saying she just couldn't do any more. It was asking for too much.  A look of complete exhaustion followed every particle of spittle making it seem like she was bleeding out.  

Getting dad's sample was just as exhausting.  I was grateful Luella had the volumn on her TV at full blast (yet she claims her hearing is just fine). It masked the guttural sounds they were making - the same sounds made by kids as they dredge up enough snot for a good sized loogie.

One the harvesting of DNA was complete, I sealed the samples for dad to take to the post office for mailing.  It was then a just a matter of waiting for the results. 


Great Grandpa and Grandma Ug. Was it what you expected?  Too bad Great Grandma's considerable chompers didn't get passed down the DNA Line. It would have saved Luella a fortune in dentures.

A month or two later, the results came in.  I was expecting to see a large percentage of Neanderthal DNA is their samples but that wasn't the case.  Instead, their DNA closely matches the genealogy I've been doing.  Here are the results:  

Charles Williamson











Luella Mattson Williamson








Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas Eve. Photos From less Wrinkled Times and Videos. Merry Christmas!

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello All,
     Christmas Eve and everyone is out doing their last minute shopping for that one person who slipped between the cracks in an overtaxed memory. The person most likely to be the one left behind at church a half dozen times when they were younger; or the one who relies on Facebook to know who is pregnant or out of work or depressed or dead because he or she tends to blend into the foggy background haze of life. 
     Most of the family will gather at Jilane and Kevin's home this evening for the traditional Christmas gorge in the trough of sugary goo. Considering so many of us teach in some form or another, Jilane's counters and table will sag under the weight of goodies gifted to us from our students.  
     It's always of interest to see who shows up with the biggest haul - always a sign of that year's most loved teacher.  I didn't do too well last year. This year I did better. I attribute my success to a few extra A's given at strategic times preceding progress reports; along with the additional spent listening and laughing at jokes only an 11 year old would find funny. Then there were those painstakingly rehearsed looks of sympathy and thoughtfulness I gave to any student telling a tale of lost homework, a bumped knee, or hurt feelings; all done in a shameless quest to score big. The extra effort paid off.  I should take the award for biggest haul of 2016. Sorry Jilane, but you'll have to give it up for this year's biggest suck up.  

Signed,
This year's most decorated teacher,
Victor

Photo's from the Williamson Backyard:  
July 1998
   
Lisa and young Draker

Annette and Draker


Caden, Grandpa Williamson, Draker

Draker and Caden



Photos from 1994

Nintendo with the cousins

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Grandma Luella. Never happy to have a picture taken


Grandma Luella, Janice and Jilane

 Photo's from 1999

Chaz and Brooklynn Bodily

JD, Kim and Baby Cameron Delgrosso

Cameron's baby blessing

Brandon, JD, Forrest, and Baby Cameron

Thane, Annette and baby Tait

Luella and Aunt Bev

Caden

Kevin and Lisa




Caden, Brock and Quinn

The Delgrosso sisters with Aunt Lisa


The Family Picture


Family Christmas Theater Over the Recent Years






This video has pictures from Christmas 2009 with pictures from the Tudor times in England.
Rich in our family history.

    

Christmas 2009

Friday, November 25, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving. We Celebrate with Pictures from the 1970's, 80's, and 90's. An Assortment of Odd's, End's, and Things Best Forgotten.

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove, Utah

Hello All,
    Happy Thanksgiving!
    Something unusual is happening in Utah. All eight Williamson brothers and sisters are gathered for the holiday.  Jon is here from Las Vegas. Kevin flew in from Nashville. Janice is here from California. Lisa drove up from Arizona. Annette, Kim, Jilane, and I are transplantees who've taken sanctuary in this fair state.  Such a gathering of great minds and overblown personalities hasn't happened in ten years. It's not that we can't stand each other's company, or politics, or religious views, or peculiar tastes in movies and music; it is a fact born of busy schedules and an acknowledgement that having spent so many years together in a modest post war 100 square foot bungalow on 38th Street, Rapid City, we find a little distance quite comfortable :)
     To celebrate this auspicious occasion, I've pulled out another of my dusty photo albums filled with grainy images detailing a simpler time when all we had to worry about was getting out of chores, finding something to wear in one of many piles of laundry piled haphazardly in a musky labyrinth we lovingly called "The Utility Room", and being the first to select which bowl of ice cream would be yours (ice cream was rarely dispensed fairly at 2214 38th Street, so being the first to pick from the eight bowls gave you the largest helping, which meant more calories, thus giving you a better chance of survival in the long dark South Dakota winters.)    
           


     Could there be a better picture showing the love of two sisters?  Lisa and Annette in the late 1970s.  While not sure of the particular circumstances leading up to the picture, one would guess based on Lisa's love of attention, that she'd tolerated the baby of the family long enough.        



     I did my best to restore this old picture to its proper colors, but in the end gave in to the fact that the ravages of time has had its way with the photo, much like what time has done to Jilane, Annette, and Lisa over the same number of years.  Once young and fair, now wrinkled, worn, and leathery.



     I'm guessing this might be an easter egg hunt.  Strange to see Lisa with an empty paper bag. Her modus operandi always was if you can't find them, take them from the younger more innocent and naive.    


     Judging from the Safeway Crispy Rice cereal box on the counter,  we're looking at supper time in the Williamson home on 38th Street in the late 1970's.  Jon is looking his usual malnourished self.  He was always too slow getting to the ice cream bowls - a runt of the litter type thing.  
     You'd think by the number of pots and pans on the stove the Williamson home was the center of fine cuisine in western South Dakota. Actually, there was no other place to store kitchen items rarely used :)  Thank goodness for the microwave oven - a recent invention at the time - which restored hot food to the kitchen table. (OK I exaggerate. Perhaps my memory has clouded over time.  Did the microwave come out in the early 80's).   


     Janice cleaned up and painted for prom.  I think her date was drawn to a similar part in her hair - one of those strange fetishes.  Janice was in a state of shock for most of the evening as seen in her face. She realized my brotherly prediction of her converting to Catholicism and, out of a need for companionship, spending her adult life as a nun in a convent might not come true!  



     This is Jon Williamson taken in the 1980s.  Most people don't know this, but our Jon was the first to take regular selfies, at least whenever he could afford the film and processing.


     Janice following her twin brothers fascination with selfies.  This picture was taken in our 38th Street kitchen.  Could it be she's finding it difficult to breath?  Or perhaps it's her modesty she's so seriously protecting by wearing something designed to guard the frontier woman from bears and marauding indians.


     This photo album has no rhyme or reason to it.  We go from casual day to day photos from Rapid City to this picture of Kim, JD, Forrest, Brandon, and Amber at their temple sealing.
   

     We switch gears now and move to the Mattson home in American Fork, Utah.  Again we are in the 1980s.  


     Angie Mattson


Jacob Mattson


Gina Mattson


Forrest DelGrosso.  They were visiting from Colorado.


Kirk Mattson


Joseph Mattson, never without a football. 


Brandon DelGrosso


Switching gears again, we find ourselves back in Rapid City in the 1980's enjoying the ward's talent show held in the cultural hall.  


     Lacking a performing talent of his own, Kevin volunteered to be someone's sidekick in a comedy act.  That's a cup of water on his back. His mission was to remove it without getting wet.   


     Jon is seen either getting or giving something pink.  I'm guessing the item was 'found' unattended and Jon is being a gentlemen and returning it to its proper owner.  Jon was the best at finding missing things; and for a small finder's fee, was prone to return them. 


     A very rare photo indeed showing our Jon doing one of his first mimes.  What a performer; always was and still is.


     Who is this guy!  I'm memorized by the teeth and the furry mat of hair erupting out of his shirt.

We switch gears once again.  Pictures from the 1990's. These were taken during a quick family trip to California where I received the Milken Award in Education.


     We're near the beach, debating whether or not we should go any closer to the water.  There were rumors the sand was unforgiving that day.


Charles Williamson got to the water first. Maybe the first time he'd seen the ocean. Dad didn't get out much, bless his heart.


Janice and Lisa made it to the beach safely and thought to show a little leg in hopes of drawing a bit of attention.


Luella didn't get too far before the sand enveloped her ankles.  The warning was true.   Jon, realizing the danger he was in, cut her loose to save himself.  It's just how we were raised.



"Is she still breathing?" Jon asked.  
"I think so," Jilane replied. "The sand is moving under her nose.  We really need to get her out before she sinks any further.  Hold on mom. We're going to get you out."  
"I told her not to walk out this far."  


Well, we tried. The sand eventually took her.  We held a brief memorial service then headed back to the car.  Lisa waved one last goodbye as the last wisps of gray disappeared into the sand.  


Luella.  Mom. Moments before......
We like to remember her this way.


     Here we are in Jon's apartment.  Lisa, Janice, and Jon.


Charles and Luella.  Surprisingly a couple beach bums stumbled upon her after we'd left and dug her out.  She wasn't happy and refused to speak to us for the rest of the day.


Jon, Janice, Jilane, Lisa sporting their California hairstyles.