Happy Birthday!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Hunting 2008
2008 was our most successful hunt ever! Two deer in one year! Is that even legal?
This year Bill showed extreme manly hunting prowess by seeing game every day, pushing one deer right to me so that I had to shoot it just to defend myself and then calling in his own deer and chasing it down on foot.
Bill, John & I have each gotten deer within the last two years. I counted that I've hunted 10 years in Maine and this is my first deer shot there. The first bullet I've ever fired in the woods there actually.
Photo 1: Bill saw a moose on the first day on the east side of Millinocket Lake.
Photo 2: Millinocket Lake from Pelletier's camp.
Photo 3: Gourmet meals every night!
Photo 4: Jeff w/buck.
Photo 5: Bill w/deer.
Photo 6: Camp with accoutrements.
Photo 7: Showing pride on the ride home.
This year Bill showed extreme manly hunting prowess by seeing game every day, pushing one deer right to me so that I had to shoot it just to defend myself and then calling in his own deer and chasing it down on foot.
Bill, John & I have each gotten deer within the last two years. I counted that I've hunted 10 years in Maine and this is my first deer shot there. The first bullet I've ever fired in the woods there actually.
Photo 1: Bill saw a moose on the first day on the east side of Millinocket Lake.
Photo 2: Millinocket Lake from Pelletier's camp.
Photo 3: Gourmet meals every night!
Photo 4: Jeff w/buck.
Photo 5: Bill w/deer.
Photo 6: Camp with accoutrements.
Photo 7: Showing pride on the ride home.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Election Day
This is my first blog. What is a blog? That is a rhetorical question. If I really cared I would look it up.
This morning Diana and I stood in line at 5:50am outside Emily Dickenson Elementary School on 96th street and waited for the polls to open. The line was already winding around the block. On the corner someone had posted a sign -- "No electioneering beyond this point" -- creating a safe zone where no one could hassle us (Broadway has been teeming with Obama supporters for weeks). The man behind us had brought his morning paper, and we felt slight envy while we waited. The doors opened promptly at 6am and the line moved forward. Richard and Susan, neighbors who live upstairs in our building, were among the first to exit. We chatted for a moment before they bustled off, Susan in the lead with Richard in tow (their usual configuration). We were soon in the building and in a big room full of voting machines and card tables manned by volunteers of all shapes and sizes and before I knew it I was in a booth reading instructions and pushing and pulling levers on a machine straight out of that scene in The Princess Bride where Prince Humperdink comes storming into the Pit of Dispair and Count Rugen yells "Not to 50!" and poor Westley takes it like a man (he dies screaming). Anyway I'm halfway through reading Proposition I when people start calling into me "Everything okay?" and "Do you need any help?" and Diana is explaining "He's from NH, they use pencils there" and I rush through the last two levers and I'm done and step back through the curtain zipping up my fly (no wait, that's not right) to see a small line had formed. I stood nearby while Diana voted near a poll organizer with neat dreadlocks and a broad white-toothed grin. The room was bustling with people who did not resemble me or I expect share my life experience much beyond wanting to survive and thrive and be reasonably good and honest without taking too much on the chin. The mood was optimistic and alive and at 6:45 when Diana was finished we walked out taking the mood with us and it stayed with us through our walk around the reservoir in Central Park and the subway ride into work. We're still feeling it, actually, as we settle down this evening to watch the results.
This morning Diana and I stood in line at 5:50am outside Emily Dickenson Elementary School on 96th street and waited for the polls to open. The line was already winding around the block. On the corner someone had posted a sign -- "No electioneering beyond this point" -- creating a safe zone where no one could hassle us (Broadway has been teeming with Obama supporters for weeks). The man behind us had brought his morning paper, and we felt slight envy while we waited. The doors opened promptly at 6am and the line moved forward. Richard and Susan, neighbors who live upstairs in our building, were among the first to exit. We chatted for a moment before they bustled off, Susan in the lead with Richard in tow (their usual configuration). We were soon in the building and in a big room full of voting machines and card tables manned by volunteers of all shapes and sizes and before I knew it I was in a booth reading instructions and pushing and pulling levers on a machine straight out of that scene in The Princess Bride where Prince Humperdink comes storming into the Pit of Dispair and Count Rugen yells "Not to 50!" and poor Westley takes it like a man (he dies screaming). Anyway I'm halfway through reading Proposition I when people start calling into me "Everything okay?" and "Do you need any help?" and Diana is explaining "He's from NH, they use pencils there" and I rush through the last two levers and I'm done and step back through the curtain zipping up my fly (no wait, that's not right) to see a small line had formed. I stood nearby while Diana voted near a poll organizer with neat dreadlocks and a broad white-toothed grin. The room was bustling with people who did not resemble me or I expect share my life experience much beyond wanting to survive and thrive and be reasonably good and honest without taking too much on the chin. The mood was optimistic and alive and at 6:45 when Diana was finished we walked out taking the mood with us and it stayed with us through our walk around the reservoir in Central Park and the subway ride into work. We're still feeling it, actually, as we settle down this evening to watch the results.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Elder Adrian Tidd
Hey Tidds! I've been working on my mission papers for a while and I finally submitted them a couple weeks ago. Well yesterday I got my call in the mail and I opened it last night. I'm sure my dad will be so kind as to post the video I told him not to take... Anyways I included my call letter and a map of the area that my mission covers. I'd make you read my letter to find out where I'm going but I'm not sure how well this website does with photos... Soooo.... I'm going to.... Kennewick Washington!! Its an english speaking mission and I know next to nothing about Washington. On the map the area that my mission covers is shaded in the middle. I noticed that my scanner decided that a psychedelic rainbow of colors was better than the original gray shading... Anyways enjoy :)
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Prescott Family 1943
Here's another photo we got from Gail & Merrilee... Prescott family 1943.
Back row: Elizabeth (Auntie Lib), Albert & Gail, Ralph & Lillias?, Mel & Irene, Bill Illsley (back)
Front row: Joanne, Mabel & Ellsworth, Esther, Priscilla, George, Helen, Ruth, Bradford Jr
Seems like a couple kids names are missing...
Back row: Elizabeth (Auntie Lib), Albert & Gail, Ralph & Lillias?, Mel & Irene, Bill Illsley (back)
Front row: Joanne, Mabel & Ellsworth, Esther, Priscilla, George, Helen, Ruth, Bradford Jr
Seems like a couple kids names are missing...
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Third World Skiing Dangers
Hello, just got back from a few days skiing during the boys spring break at Cerro Catedral in Bariloche, Argentina. An avalanche a few weeks ago wiped out this lodge on the slopes. Fortunately, no one was there overnight when it happened. Never would have thought they would put a lodge where it could be obliterated by an avalanche.
Anyway we had a good time and the boys perfected their style with nice spring weather. Here is a recent picture of Luciana and Alejandro (7) and Nicholas (6).
Dad - 1952
Here's a photo of Dad (part of Prescott family kids) Gail & Merrilee gave us on our trip to Arizona. They think it was 1952.
Top row: Gail Prescott, Judy ?, Joanne & Jim Tidd
Bottom row: Merrilee Prescott, Lucille ?, Patsy ?, Kathy ?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Angus kids in Oregon
Here's a recent photo of Libby, Leslie, and Eleanor at Fort Clatsop in Oregon, July 2008. Eleanor had done a report on explorers for school, so she was particularly interested in the Lewis & Clark expedition. Well, we all were actually!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Arizona in January
Here are a few shots from our visit to Tucson last winter. We enjoyed a nice lunch at Grampa and Libby's new digs.
We had a mini-reunion with Libby's family,
Gail and Ed (right) and Merrilee (left).
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Blog Authors & Viewers
Tidd Bloggers,
This blog is for Tidd members to keep other Tidd family members in the loop, post photos, make comments on other people's posts, etc. My intention is to add Jim & Betty Tidd's family as authors of this blog and anyone else you want as viewers. This blog is currently not visible to the public.
I sent out author invitations to everyone I had addresses for: Grampa Tidd, Mom, Dad, Bill, John, Allison, Nathan, Cy, Allan, Monique & Adrian. Please comment on this entry (or email me) to give me more author emails and I'll add them, make suggestions, etc. We can have up to 100 authors.
Jeff
This blog is for Tidd members to keep other Tidd family members in the loop, post photos, make comments on other people's posts, etc. My intention is to add Jim & Betty Tidd's family as authors of this blog and anyone else you want as viewers. This blog is currently not visible to the public.
I sent out author invitations to everyone I had addresses for: Grampa Tidd, Mom, Dad, Bill, John, Allison, Nathan, Cy, Allan, Monique & Adrian. Please comment on this entry (or email me) to give me more author emails and I'll add them, make suggestions, etc. We can have up to 100 authors.
Jeff
Georgetown 1920 Census
We're in the process of getting the text from the 1920 Georgetown census. I haven't seen any direct ancestors yet but did find a George Tidd living with his daughter Nellie Hardy and her family and a John & Louise Prescott, child Charles and two step kids with a last name of McBride (can't read first names).
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