Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Welcome to Round Tuit Genealogy

Truth be told, I'm in it for the beads :)  
Thomas MacEntee says the Geneabloggers get beads.
I want beads too! So I'm blogging.







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I write in my journal too infrequently to think that I can blog regularly — I've been known not to write for a year or more; hence the name of my blog. It's a family story; the kind that goes on so long, we nearly forget the point. The kind my siblings tell; the kind that make their spouses groan.

See, Dad always said, "I'll get around to it." Usually this involved building something. For an electrician, he was one heck of a carpenter; one heck of a (fill in any trade here). He built two bedrooms, a bath, a walk-in closet and a ton of storage space in the unfinished attic of my childhood home. He built little wooden boats for my niece and nephew to float on the pond in the park. He built a picture frame, a bar in the basement, shelves for his workshop... so many things. No elaborate plans, either. A quick pencil sketch on a piece of scratch paper, and that was it. And darned if his projects didn't turn out exactly as he envisioned. 

He was not one to boast of his handiwork, but not content to do a less-than-perfect job. He'd actually cringe if he saw construction that didn't measure up to his standards. 

An uneven wall? "Pitiful; just pitiful."  

Or a building on which he worked more than 60 years before. I don't recall exactly what he hated about the building, but we'd hear about it every time we passed it. He'd almost cover his eyes, it pained him so much. Which could prove dangerous, since he was the one driving.

Where was I? (Oh, right; Dad...Perfectionist...Get around to it.) Anyway, Dad's insurance agent once handed out a little promotional wooden disc that was stamped "Round Tuit." Dad collected a bunch of them and passed some down to us. When he died in 2010, I think we buried a Tuit with him... an inside joke, as it were.

Not only did I inherit one of Dad's precious Tuits, but also his procrastination and pack rat tendencies (which, if we genies call it "archiving," gets us a reprieve. Or so I'm told). If Dad's perfectionism kept him from calling the Maytag repairman when it was something he could fix just as well (and for a lot less), it was Dad's procrastination that kept us going to the Laundromat for years. 

Being frugal ("Cheap is the word you're looking for") was second nature to him, being a child of the Depression. Dad's pack rat tendencies included such items as four electric motors and a set of wheels from a supermarket cart. Because he was going to build a (fill in the blank again), once he could get a Round Tuit.

So that's the story of how this blog got its name. It may be about family, sometimes. It may be about genealogy, most times. And I'll blog whenever I get a Round Tuit. 

(Hey, you Geneabloggers going to FGS — can I get beads now?)

7 comments:

Heather Rojo said...

Welcome, and I hope you get lots of beads and ribbons. I'm sending you a virtual round tuit, so you can post your next story now...

Linda McCauley said...

One of the best blog titles ever - definitely bead worthy.

Julie Cahill Tarr said...

I was just looking at the list of geneabloggers who were going to be at FGS and saw your name...totally threw me off! Glad to see you finally started a blog, even if you don't get "round tuit" very often. See you soon!

Linda Herrick Swisher said...

Thanks, Heather, Linda, Julie, and all those who Liked this status on FB. I'll dig out the "how-to" blogging CD, books, etc., once FGS is done and I get a Round Tuit.

Tina Lyons said...

I guess we'll have to let you have some beads, Linda. But we're going to expect more posts from you.

Judy Webster said...

What a brilliant name! And it brings back memories of my childhood, because Mum had a 'Round Tuit' poster on the kitchen wall. I look forward to reading more of your posts, but don't let anyone pressure you about their frequency. :-)

TCasteel said...

Love the name; Love the story!
Regards,
Theresa (Tangled Trees)