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FOTO PHRIDAY: Shark Teeth

My son is getting his first big boy tooth.

The thing is, no baby teeth have fallen out yet. The adult tooth is actually coming in BEHIND his baby teeth.

I Googled it. It seems to be common. It is known as “shark teeth.”

Shark Boy Taylor Lautner

“Shark Boy” Taylor Lautner

This happens to 1 out of 10 children. Most of the time the big tooth will find a way to push the baby teeth out of the way and make room for itself. If not, it sounds like I still have plenty of time to send him to the dentist for extraction. Which is good, because we seem to not have dental insurance at present, although we are supposed to. *sigh*

My lil shark boy. (All )

My lil shark boy. (All shark teeth in the picture have been circled. )

 

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Ghost Trestle Letdown

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I tried to be like Scooby-Doo and his gang this weekend and solve a ghostly mystery, but no such luck.

A few years ago, courtesy of Facebook, I learned of a spot near Adrian known as the Ghost Trestle. I am all for anything related to trains, so I printed out the directions how to get there. And stuffed them in my desk. And a year or two later, I actually got around to finding the spot. It is a very creepy spot that does provide sufficient heebie-jeebies.

The Ghost Trestle on Bailey Hwy in Madison Township, just south of Gier Road.

The Ghost Trestle on Bailey Hwy in Madison Township, just south of Gier Road.

I drove my son out there recently so that he could see it. He wanted to know the ghost story. I tried to cobble it together from what I could remember. When I got home, I Googled it. Here is what I found:

Legend has it that at one time there was a farm house built near the tracks. Late one night a fire broke out in the barn. While the father ran to the barn to try to get the horses out, his wife and young son went to the tracks to wave down one of the many trains that would use that right of way. They were too close to the tracks however and both were struck by the train as it went past. The father was killed in the barn. Now if you go out there late at night, you can sometimes communicate with the Father. He will not allow you to talk to his wife or son; as if he was protecting them . There are other people living in the area now, and a large streetlight has been placed there by the people who own the neighboring land. If you stay there to long, they will call the police. However if you make your visit short enough they will usually leave you to it. This place has also been described as a good place to go to contact other spirits. The Father can be asked to help in this matter. He will not allow antagonistic spirits to talk however; once again to protect his family.

www.paranormalmichigan.com

Low and behold, all five or so results that come up are all the same story. EXACTLY THE SAME. Cut & paste in this age of technology, baby. Everyone is saying “This is the story”, when in reality, it is just one person’s story repeated over and over. The originator could have been a big, fat liar, and no one would be the wiser.

So, I decided it would be MY job to come up with the definitive truth behind this legend. I took a genealogical approach to the situation. I began how I begin every search, which I am sure is not at all how everyone else begins: with an atlas and a cemetery search. I know, it sounds weird and labor-intensive, but I have found the best stuff about my ancestors that way.

The atlas is a combined reissue from 1978 from my local historical society featuring maps from years 1874, 1893,  and 1916. Where the ghost trestle is located can be pretty easily found on the map, as it is just south of the intersection of Bailey & Gier roads, the Wabash (also DT&I and Lake Shore & Michigan Southern) railroad, and the nearby south branch of the River Raisin. I jotted down the names of the people who owned the land near there at those three times.

On the 1874 map, the railroad is just a “proposed route” which differs slightly from where it was actually built, so I use 1874 as my starting date. I found mention of an article from the Adrian Daily Telegram on August 23, 1897 where an N. Stevens talks about a haunted house. A website attributed it to the ghost trestle. I didn’t verify it, but used 1897 as my high-end cut off for dates.

Then, since it was 10:00pm at night and too late to go to the actual Madison Township cemetery, I searched on the website FindaGrave.com to look for any family members who all died on the same day or year. I came across the tombstone of “B. Carpenter and wife Eliza and Dau. Lucy.”

Tombstone from Madison Township Cemetery

Tombstone from Madison Township Cemetery

When I found the tombstone, I cried. It was really no proof of anything, but just the thought of a family all dying together upset me, the proof before me, their names carved in stone. And what if it had been under such tragic circumstances?

No dates visible in the picture or provided on the website. But that they are all on the same marker struck me as interesting. I had relatives, a husband and wife, who perished with another couple when they all fell through a frozen Devil’s Lake in 1858. All four of their names are on the same tombstone, two different sir names. Most people other than myself would have no idea why.

Michigan has an AWESOME database where you can look up actual death certificates. I found out how my great-great grandmother and infant aunt died using it. But, unfortunately, it BEGINS in 1897. No Carpenters for me.

So, I started Googling and looking at census for the Carpenter family in Madison. I watched them age every ten years, learned their family relationships. B. most likely stood for Benjamin. Eliza may have stood for Elizabeth. Very common names back then. And if he were to have married and had a child between census, it wouldn’t have caught it.

I went to the historical museum and searched their card catalog of obituaries, some dating from the 1800s. It is usually a gold mine of info. All I found was the possible listing of Benjamin’s mother’s death on December 10, 1893. It was a death notice, and not a full obituary; sometimes they are like mini-family histories. I asked all the employees at the library. The one gentleman used to go out to the Ghost Trestle with his friends as a teenager. All he could remember was that when heading south on Bailey road on the northwest side of the tracks on the right there was an old house that has since been torn down. That was cool, but didn’t really help me much.

And there are so many variables to consider, giving me roadblocks. The ghost story relies on the sweet image of a newlywed couple and their first child, an entire family perishing tragically in one night. But what if there were other children who survived? What if it had been grandparents with a grandchild?

And some seem to believe the Ghost Trestle is haunted from those who died roughly 10 miles away in Seneca in 1901 in the wreck of the Wabash. (There will be an event on September 24, 2016 at Oakwood Cemetery in Adrian to memorialize all the victims, including 75 to 100 Italian immigrants whose resting place has only recently been discovered.) But I don’t feel like the Seneca ghosts would want to trot that far to spook a bunch of drunk teenagers. And the houses? One allegedly torn down and another still standing? They could be a clue for someone else, but I am not good at researching property records.

I wanted this blog post to be the absolute history of the Ghost Trestle, with sources and shit. I didn’t set out to prove if it was haunted or not, just if it had a story that could support the possibility.

So, I was unable to find any concrete proof of anything. I still just have a tombstone with no dates. And there was Benjamin Carpenter who had a son Benjamin. Families all reused names over and over again. Who the hell knows who is really buried under that stone! I need to run out to the cemetery, see if there is maybe a family marker with more information. There is a very real chance that these people died totally uneventfully and are at peace in the afterlife. But, well, I have to abandon this search for now. In the next week I have a book to convert from longhand to electronic and a list of four books I want to have read, in addition to planning and packing for my first ever trip to Utopia con, a writers conference.

I made a fake ghost. Do not believe that this is real.

I made a fake ghost. Do not believe that this is real.

My thoughts right now are that it just happens to be a creepy bridge, and nothing of the story of the farmer and his wife and child are true. It would almost be good if that were the case, it is such a sad story.

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ADR

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Note from the FunnyGurl2: This post begins a week-long series on important medical disorders you should be aware of. They could strike your family at any time. The only way to be prepared is to read all my posts this week and get informed.

My husband actually coined this phrase. ADR stands for Adult Diaper Rash.

It is a highly (un)scientific term for the red, bumpy, painful rash that can develop when skin is exposed to too much moisture and chaffing and not enough fresh air. It is highly prevalent in the hot summer months, although it can strike at any time.

ADR commonly occurs in areas of the body such as the groin area for a man and in the breast/bra area for a women.

Its causes and appearance are very similar to that of diaper rash found in babies. In that instance, it is from too much moisture being trapped between the skin and the diaper. Hence, ADR can be remedied in much the same way. Recommended medications include over the counter diaper creams and medicated cornstarch powder.

Desitin Diaper Rash cream

Desitin Diaper Rash cream

The key to prevention is to keep the area which exhibits a potential for ADR clean and dry. It is best if lots of fresh air can reach the area as often as possible. When this is not possible due to local indecency laws, you can use medicated cornstarch powder to attempt to absorb the excess moisture which occurs.

Gold Bond Medicated Cornstarch Powder

Gold Bond Medicated Powder

I hope you have found this informative and humorous. If not, you need to see your doctor right away about your ADR AND your butt.

It is defective. It has a crack in it.

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What I Learned This Week – 4/6/14

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WEEK-baby

This week I have been following a new drama.

It is a medical based drama. A baby was born at just 24 weeks (they are supposed to cook for a full 40, or as close to it as possible) and less than a pound. The doctors said the preemie wouldn’t last 48 hours. But the couple was still so positive and happy. Getting pregnant had been a struggle for them. They had tried for years to have a baby that they could take fishing and make root for the Green Bay Packers.

With the prayers of all their friends and family and Facebook friends, the baby boy made it past 48 hours. He then made it past 72 hours. They called him their little fighter, their little angel.

I couldn’t help but be envious of their positive attitude. I had to send my own son off into operating rooms three times in the past, every time I was almost hysterical and convinced I would never see him alive again. And he was six months old and a healthy weight the first time that happened.

The thing is, this wasn’t a new television show or a Hollywood movie. This was the child of my former neighbors.

Neighbors are a weird thing. We are in the city. We lived close enough that our driveways and back doors are only a few feet apart. We would help each other look for our lost dogs in the dark. We would hear each other arguing with our spouses, either outside or when the windows were open. We would reveal things to each other in passing. For example, they were the third people to find out when I was pregnant with my own son. Only because they happened to be outside that night.

Yet, when all this happened, we aren’t technically close enough to them to help in any meaningful way. All I could give them were thoughts and prayers.

That wasn’t enough. The baby passed on after 4 days.

I know from my own limited experience with a child in the hospital that their lives must have revolved around that baby and that hospital for that period of time.  A hospital is not a nice place to live.  Especially if you are not the one who is being treated.  I have never lost a baby myself. I can’t imagine how horrible it will be for them to return home after this ordeal, empty-handed.

What I learned this week is that I am not good with birth. Or death. And that we never appreciate what we have.

I didn’t get that shining moment when you hold your baby and smile at it. I was busy puking while someone else was trying to tape a bag to his tiny nutsack so they could get a urine sample.

I live in denial about death. I try not to think about my hamster who died over ten years ago. I compartmentalized my gramma’s death. Part of my brain just thinks she is still off in the nursing home.

I think we are just programmed as humans to not be able to realize how lucky we are. It is so easy to get in an argument with my 3 year old son over eating his breakfast or sitting on the potty. I should be so happy that he is here and healthy. But, I guess, if I remembered that, I would also never discipline him and buy him Thomas toys until we are broke, bankrupt, and foreclosed on.

Life balance is hard. Maybe we should just spend a few minutes every day realizing what we really have.

This is all painful. It is not my story. That is why I haven’t included any names or dates. But a lot of my past week was thinking about this little peanut, and I felt like I had to spill it out of me.

Blatant Product Endorsement: Aquaphor

Aquaphor is a great, fast-acting, healing ointment made by Eucerin.

Aquaphor Healing Ointment

Aquaphor Healing Ointment

I first discovered it when I got my second tattoo. My green-haired friend had always been told to use A&D ointment on her new tattoos, which is what I used on my first one. A&D healed everything up fine enough.

With my second tattoo, they offered to sell me this tiny white tub of ointment to use, called Aquaphor. I think it was like $5, which seemed like a lot at the time (but that is pretty much what it goes for in the store).

Aquaphor healed up my tattoo in record time! (It may have also helped that I didn’t wash the second one as often as I washed the first. Live and learn.) I think that first tube I had was “healing ointment.” I used it on everything until it was gone.

Aquaphor Baby

Aquaphor Baby

When that was gone, I had a baby, so I bought the Aquaphor baby variety, found in the baby aisle. It heals up diaper rash the fastest of anything that I have found. If you ration it out, that tiny tube will get you a long way.

But I missed the freedom of using it on chapped lips as well. The formulas do not seem to vary in consistency at all. But I was worried that since it was intended for baby’s butts, it would be bad if I put it on my lips and accidentally ate some.

Aquaphor Lip Repair

Aquaphor Lip Repair

So the other day I bought the lip care version. We used it on my son’s chapped upper lip after a nasty cold first (oops), so now it is sort of only for him. But I have been using it on my uber-chapped hands at night, and I can tell an improvement in an hour or less. Of course, they get a lot of dog hair stuck to them in the mean time…

According to their website, Aquaphor can also be used for athletic blisters, chaffing, windburn, and saddle sores. I am not an athlete. I cannot vouch for those uses in anyway. It is also apparently good for post-cosmetic surgery. Um–ya. I haven’t gone there either. It is also used by many with eczema or tender, diabetic skin.

Aquaphor is free of fragrances, preservatives (oh, so I should mind the expiration date, then?), and dyes.

This is a great product, that I feel like very few people know about. Hence, the blog post. From reading up on this product to write this post, I already have someone new in mind to recommend this product to.

With the super cold weather of last week’s snowpocalypse behind us, I just wish I had posted this sooner! To help more people!

Stay moisturized!

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