Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Popcorn Pied Piper

In Loomis a few years ago

I didn't know about the magic of popcorn 
when we first moved to Loomis, CA 
from Sparks, Nv.  

Every night I would make a big bowl of popcorn 
and every morning I would throw the left over popcorn 
out the front door and then watch as 
the chickens, ducks and geese ran into our yard 
to eat it all up. 

They were so cute, I thought. 

But after about 5 or 6 days, 
guess what happened?

I opened the front door and 
they were all waiting for me, 
the chickens, ducks and all 
their feathered friends rushed 
right into the house. 

Yep, right into the house. 

Children of MICHAELIS CURLEY and MARIAE CUNNIFF

In Athlone

If you are my cousin and happen on this page 
please let me know.

I'll be waiting to hear from you. 

Children of MICHAELIS CURLEY and MARIAE CUNNIFF are:

i. BRIGIDA CURLEY, b. 23 Oct 1830, 
    St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon,Ireland; d. Ireland.

ii. MICHAEL CURLEY, b. 26 Jan 1833, Roscommon, Ireland; 
     m. MARIA HUGHES; b. Ireland.

iii. MARIA CURLEY, b. 04 Aug 1835, Roscommon, Ireland.

3. iv. (BRIDGIDA DELIA CURLEY), Christened; 14 Jan 1838, 
        St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum,Roscommon, Ireland; 
        d. 23 Aug 1874, Stockton, San Joaquin,  CA., USA.

4. v. CATHARINA CURLEY, b. 18 Oct 1846, Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.

vi. EDWARDUS CURLEY, b. 19 Aug 1849, 
      St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.

Bridgida Delia Curley was born in 1837 or 1838
and was christened on
14 Jan 1838
at St. Peter's,
Athlone and Drum,
Roscommon, Ireland.



So now let's see if I can find some more 
of my Curley and Cunniff Cousins.
I have found some 
and if you are reading this 
I am so happy to have found you.


Generations Project I Still Need You

Amy, Josh, Matt, Cait and Ryan


I am updating this post. I found Bridgida Curley today at the Family History Library in SLC with her brothers, sisters,mom and dad.

Her dad was:
Michaelis Curley

and her mom was:
Mariae Cunniff


Children of MICHAELIS CURLEY and MARIAE CUNNIFF are:


i. BRIGIDA3 CURLEY, b. 23 Oct 1830, St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon,     Ireland; d. Ireland.

ii. MICHAEL CURLEY, b. 26 Jan 1833, Roscommon, Ireland; m. MARIA HUGHES; b. Ireland.

iii. MARIA CURLEY, b. 04 Aug 1835, Roscommon, Ireland.

3. iv. (BRIDGIDA DELIA CURLEY), b. 14 Jan 1838, St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland; d. 23 Aug 1874, Stockton, San Joaquin,  CA., USA.

4. v. CATHARINA CURLEY, b. 18 Oct 1846, Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.

vi. EDWARDUS CURLEY, b. 19 Aug 1849, St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.


Bridgida Delia Curley was born in 1837 or 1838 and was christened on
14 Jan 1838 at St. Peter's, Athlone and Drum, Roscommon, Ireland.


How old were the babies back then when their parents had them christened?

The sweet lady that helped me told me that in Ireland Bridget or Bridgida and Delia were like the same. 

I had never heard that before, have you?

I had a visitor to my blog from Dublin yesterday.

"If you come back today maybe you can tell me if that is true." Please.

So BYU TV I think I'm OK for now thanks. ;) 


No....on second thought...how did Bridgida Delia Curley get to America? 


Did the English send her family because they were in the Workhouse (Poorhouse it was called in Ireland) or did they have the money to send themselves? If so where are the records for that? 


The family story was that Brigida Delia had been an indentured servant. If so where are the 
records for that?


With all of this in mind  I am reconsidering your offer.

And the answer is HELP!! (Pretty Please)


To Whom It May Concern,

I would like to know more about my GG grandmother Bridget Delia Curley's family. She was born in Athlone Westmeath, Ireland in 1834-1837. I don't know who her mother and father are. But I have a wonderful story written by her daughter Kate Emily Pillsbury.

My family was one of the first white settlers in California. Kate's father and Delia's husband was Daniel Hackett Pillsbury. I have Aunt Kate's story on my blog and I feel like I am in Railroad Flat and San Andreas, California when I read the story. I think Aunt Kate was an amazing women. Her father obviously adored her and my Great grandfather, George Washington Pillsbury, was raised by her from the time he was six after her mother died. I talked to Kates granddaughter and she said that Grandpa Daniel Hackett also taught school. So he didn't just mine or supply water to the minors. My dad, Arthur Wayne Pillsbury was raised in West Point when a baby but mostly in Sutter Creek from the time he was three on to his graduation from Amador Hi and then he went to Cal. Berkley until WWII called and he joined the Air Force. I loved it in Sutter Creek. It is magical to me.

About 5 years ago dad took me to the Pillsbury ranch in Railroad Flat, CA. where his father, George William Pillsbury was born and where his grandfather George Washington Pillsbury died.

Oh how I wish I could find out more about Bridget Delia Curley the little Catholic girl born in Ireland who was named after Saint Bridget. She came to America during The Famine.

If you can help me please let me know, I'll be waiting.

Sincerely,
Grammy T.

PS: I wrote this letter to the 
generations project on BYUTV.
I hope they will help me find my 
Curley family.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Oh My Heck What Happened To My Neck

Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth.~Nora Ephron


Or - What Happened to my neck and other important questions.

I've been asking that question for sometime now. 

 I remember jumping once when I saw myself in a 
big plate glass window 
on Main street in Loomis. 

I was used to just seeing 
a tiny bit of my face 
as I looked in the mirror 
to put on my makeup. 

Yep, I must be 71 from the look of things. 

Love,
Grammy T.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

It is "Good News Minute" Day

Estonian Soda Bread Recipe


My good news today is that I found 
wonderful blog from Estonia 
with recipes galore. 

Join me in Stalking Nami-Nami's BLOG.
Estonian Soda Bread Recipe
(Odrajahu-hapupiimakarask)


  • 250 ml cultured buttermilk, kefir or fermented milk (1 cup)
  • 1 large egg
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp caster sugar
  • 2 Tbsp vegetable oil or melted butter
  • 1 tsp caraway seeds
  • 175 g barley flour (about 300 ml, I used wholemeal)
  • 90 g wheat flour (150 ml)
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  1. Pre-heat the oven to 200 C/400 F.
  2. Sift both flours and soda into a bowl. 
  3. Whisk the egg with salt and sugar, add the kefir, oil/melted butter, caraway seeds and the flour mix. 
  4. Stir until just combined.
  5. Pour into a buttered tin a 23x23 cm square tin, buttered.
  6. Bake in a pre-heated oven for 20-25 minutes, until the soda bread is golden brown on top.
    This blog post has had many viewers from all over the world. It is surprising to me at the blogs that get the most attention. 
        Love,

          Grammy T.

          Saturday, March 5, 2011

          New Cute Quilt to Show You. ;)


          I loved how Elder Timothy Thompson's quilt turned out. 

          This was a couple of Jelly Rolls that I got on
          sale at Gracie Lou's.

          The back is a gold Minkee. 

          The whole thing turned out cozy and fun.

          Love,
          Grammy T. 

          Tuesday, March 1, 2011

          "You Are Going To Get Hit"

          My Grand daughters with on of the little baby lambs in Loomis CA.

          We had a little story a few days back 
          wherein I was told to 
          “Get out of here Now!!” 

          And we wondered 
          if it was the still small voice 
          or was it Papa Pillsbury. 

          Some of you voted for 
          The Still Small Voice. 

          I voted for Papa Pills. 

          But in this story there is not a question 
          that it was the Still Small Voice. 


          Here it is:

          I was parked at the square 
          in downtown Rupert Idaho 
          in about 1974. 

          I went into Kings and the florist 
          and when I came out 
          a truck with a camper 
          was parked next to me on 
          my right side. 
          I got in and as I turned
          on the engine a voice said

           “You are going to get hit” 
          guess what I said

          “Oh Well”

          Can you spell dumb!! 

          But at the time I obviously 
          hadn't learned how to 
          listen to the Spirit. 


          Obviously. 

          So I backed out, gingerly, 
          and got hit on the back 
          right side of my car.

           Smash!  

          I am so glad that I have grown past 
          the stage of not being able 
          to recognize when to say

          “Yes Sir”

          Love,
          Grammy T.