Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Things about my family that my grandchildren should know.” Series …. Part 2

Figured my dad would be next … as I think my mother’s will be longer..

F. Gilbert (also called Gub by some friends) was born on a small island in R.I. called Jamestown. His parents are Aaron R and Harriet R.
F. G.  was brought up with a very loving woman. Harriet.
F.G. grew up on the island helping his parent with his brothers and sister, when they had the John Carr Watson Farm.  Aaron ran a stable out of there before cars. Then they moved into town, built or bought a gas station with a store.. with stairs on the outside leading to the living quarters above. F. G. would ride his bicycle down those stairs much to his mother’s horror..  His aunt who ran the post office across the street would see him come down.. many a times head over heels.  Later the family with the oldest brother built a garage to join it and evidently it because a Ford dealership.  

F.G. finished the 8th grade.  Even tho he professed to going to high school…. My aunt, his sister told me many years later, that yes, he went TO high school..  meaning TO was the operative word… she said he would go every morning to drop off his girlfriends… and go back every afternoon to pick them up..  He was working for his father at the time.. and went to work early on his motorcycle,(on the ferry) pick up one of the cars, make the rounds to all the girls houses, and took them to school.. before his father came to the office.  And then found a car he was working on, to make a test run to make sure it was fixed.. and picked up the girls and give them rides home..  That must have been quite a trip to get his work done in time to test it.. must not have been daily. And I imagine there wasn’t much going on during the winter.

While F. G. worked for his father in Middletown for a while. At another Ford dealship.  The only way to get back and forth between Jamestown and Middletown (joined by Newport) was a ferry that went back and forth every half hour until about 11 or midnight.   FG rode a Indian motorcycle  to work each day on the ferry..  And some times after partying, he would fly down the landing and jump the motorcycle on to the ferry end.  After several of these and some other trying the same.. the ferry captain had a chain put across the end…  Luckily F.G.  heard about it.. or saw it on this way to work..  and never got caught into it.
I rode the ferry many times and saw the chain, it wasn’t until F.G.’s sister told me why it was put up there.. I thought it was so the cars didn’t fall off the end.

F.G. married a woman and they had a daughter.. then later met Mary Elizabeth while working on a horse truck. 

During World War II, he went to work for the torpedo station, and then transferring to the Navy Seals building in Quonset after the war. He worked for over 30 years for the government. 

While he loved horses, he had no where near the love that Mary Elizabeth had, so he tolerated shows over the years.. but he did get into Hackney ponies after he retired. He also had a creative side too..  he loved to carve wood.. he made many of bowls, wooden spoons, (I still have mine) and also some primitive faces in rock as well as wood.. somewhere there is a totem pole about 2 feet high, with all sorts of faces.  Animal as well as humans.   He could fix just about anything…. And was a hell of a mechanic… he was one of the few that could listen to an engine and know what was wrong with it.. and could fix it. 

And he was the best Dad… needless to say my brother and I could along with Dad most of the time.. he inherited his mothers calmness.. But don’t get me wrong.. he could be hard to deal with .. if he got mad..
I named one of my son’s after him.. he even got his nickname from him.. which of course is not used now.
Tomorrow… my mother…











Monday, October 16, 2017

Things about my family that my grandchildren should know.” Series …. Part 1…

Starting out with the great grand parents.
These will be short, as I don’t have a lot of information on them..  Especially my mother’s family… Even though I lived with one of them a short time.

The next one is my father’s family…. Which a great deal of information came from my aunt.. but still. 

Pardon.S. was native of Newport, R.I.  His family was a long time Newport family going way back.. not to
Mayflower of Mass.  But pretty close. He married a little tiny woman.. who was about 4 foot 8  She, too, was from a long time family of Newport.. the Tennent/Easton family…. He was a health inspector and went on to become a marshal for the town.. his trip to get a criminal took him to Japan.. bring the criminal back.. only to have the courts let him loose.
Also some where there is in my possession a letter written by him as a marshal..  to my other side grandfather, dealing with asking him to come to court to testify about another criminal, of a crime my Richardson side saw.
Later in life, he went to work for a paving company becoming the CEO for the company.

While being a CEO,  he hired an upstart, as a time clerk. Whose job was to make sure every worker was on time, and then make sure they didn’t leave early… and then taking care of the time cards… He wanted his upstart to learn the business from the bottom.. and work up.. All of which he did.  That upstart was A.Leroy. who went on to be a CEO  at that same company years later.  I spent almost a year with A. Leroy… But sadly he didn’t talk much about his life as a youngest.. and as an 18 year old, never thought to ask.. We did get along pretty well, especially when you consider the generation gap.. of 18 to 72. 


Next up is my father’s side…  Not a lot of information there..but more than the Kaull side.  

I got to read a diary of sorts from my grandmother Harriet.. it started just as she was going to the main land to go to Normal School.. which in those days it was where students went to school to become teachers. That was in Providence.
See her family lived on Prudence Island.  A small island in the middle of Narragansett Bay… across from Bristol, R.I.
And north of Jamestown, R.I.   She talks about going to school and a boyfriend who was in the Navy… but then she got a job teaching in Jamestown.  She had a room at a boarding house that she stayed in for the week while teaching. Which she walked to each day from the school.. which is where she met this young man who had a horse and buggy. He asked if he could give her a ride, but it took several days before she would let him..  On weekends.. she would take the Jamestown ferry to Newport… then go to Bristol, and then the ferry that went to Prudence Island.  In a matter of time.. when school broke for summer vacation… she was home on the farm… that Aaron started going to the north end of Jamestown and row a boat to Prudence Island to see Harriet.   After a while they went to New York to a church called… Little Church on the Corner… and got married.
They moved to Jamestown, and lived with Aaron’s family for a short time..  later moving into the boarding house, that was own by Aaron’s relatives.  There their first son was born.

Aaron’s family was from Little Compton over by Fall River, Mass.  He was one of about 6 kids… the family moved to Jamestown on a farm that they worked on. Not their own.. Aron, Aaron’s father was from Sweden, as well as his wife.. (I have a copy of his citizenship somewhere)
Aron (he was with one a…. and the rest after him, has two Aa’s) would take sheep and pigs and take them to Newport on the ferry.. and sell them..  Then head home at night with what was left of his money…. And sometimes bring friends from the main land… especially if it was Friday night.. Then he and the men would push the furniture to the side of the room, roll up the rug.. and then play music on the piano and what ever other instruments they had.. and dance all night long.. while the kids were piled like logs across the beds.  Then in the morning, the women would make breakfast for everyone and then the guest would head for the ferry…  Aron was hard man …. And I guess it went to dead as well, as life, as he is buried in the far side of the family cemetery plot.

Aaron and Harriet, went on to run a livery stable (before cars) first a small one, and then a bigger one called John Carr Watson Farm.. (which is still there and open for tours). They were join by two sons and daughter… Harriet ran the stable with a hired hand many of times as Aaron was sickly at that time.   The two older boys, job at the age of 10 and 12, was to fill in the ruts made by the wagons in the driveway from the highway to farm. So customers could get there.   They also ran a taxi service from one side of the island to the other, so people could go from one ferry on the East side..  to the one on the West side.. going to the main land on both sides.. (those were large sail boats in the beginning).
Later the family moved to the center of Jamestown, owning a store with living quarters above and then a gas station and garages cars came. Running a car taxi then, and also delivering groceries to the summer people homes.  Later on adding a Ford dealership to it..  He also was  with two other men, and started the theater in town.. which is still there, but is many little shops in it now.
After the war, they added a Dodge dealer ship in Newport, on west Broadway.  With the youngest son running the Jamestown garage.. Harriet and Aaron moved to Newport.  Also they built a Ford Garage in Middletown.  Harriet passing away from cancer, Aaron moved into a house with cabins on Beacon Street next to the Ford dealership he had.   My parents built a house just down the street from there on Beacon Street. My memory is of the grape arbor in the back yard, that Grandpa use to lift me up and be able to grab grapes to eat.   Also under that arbor he showed me how to kill chickens.. he drew a line on the cement, put the chicken’s beak on it.. and then chopped the head off..   Of which I used when helping Mom and Dad kill their chickens.  Also remember he was tall.. he died when I was 7.  






Thursday, October 12, 2017

Throw back Thursday...... I am blessed

I was looking thru my blog, and came across this one on June 23, 2015 ......it was a beautiful day..  but looking back was bitter sweet, as in this throw back... is pictures of my daughter Julie, who passed away this past May 25, 2017..   still feeling so blessed.. JUST WITH A EMPTY SPOT. when you get a chance to do something like this.. do it soon.. you just never know....

TUESDAY, JUNE 23, 2015


I went, I saw... I am blessed

This is going to be a long one.. about 40 some odd pictures..
and sorry, but they are not in any order... hope you 
enjoy them as much as I have.. this is a once in 
a life time day


 my feet stepping for the first time in 16 years.. in to the beach of Seaside
 my feet touching the water of the Pacific Ocean for the first 
time  in 16 years.. 

 The King and Misty.. not so thrilled..


 I was not the only one celebrating 75 years.. but the aquarium did it 3 years ago..

 YAHOO
 ALL OF US TAKING PICTURES OF EVERYONE..


 EARLY MORNING COFFEE WITH OLDEST SON AND OLDEST DAUGHTER


 COUSIN'S ENJOYING TIME TOGETHER.. IT HAD BEEN ABOUT 8 YEARS






THIS IS WHAT I CALL MY BOYS TO MEN PICTURE.. THE TOP PICTURE
WAS TAKEN 16 YEARS AGO.. ..BOTTOM ON  JUNE 13TH THIS YEAR
 they are lined up opposite of the top picture.. skipping the first young one.. as he couldn't make it..



NOT ALL THE GRANDKIDS HAD TWO LEGS... THE 4 LEGGED ONES ARE
JUST AS IMPORTANT AS THE OTHERS.. AS ALL OF US ARE DOG LOVERS.


THIS IS 1/5 OF MY GREAT GRANDCHILDREN...


 MY OLDEST AND MY YOUNGEST... A NICE LADY OFFERED TO TAKE
A PICTURE OF THE THREE OF US.. AND WE GLADLY ACCEPTED.

WALKING AND TALKING AS WE TOOK AN EARLY WALK ON THE BEACH,
WITH COFFEE IN HAND.. AND NECESSARILY FOR THE 3 OF US...





 COUSIN'S MAKING CONNECTIONS AGAIN...





 THE PEOPLE NEXT TO US, LEFT THEIR THINGS UNPROTECTED..AND THE
SEAGULLS HAD A FIELD DAY....
BUT HAVE NO FEAR... SUPER DAD AND SON RAN THEM OFF WITH
QUITE A DELIGHTFUL GIGGLES BY SON...  WE FOLDED THE CHAIRS
OVER WHAT WAS LEFT.. AND THE PEOPLE CAME BACK SCRATCHING
THEIR HEADS WONDERING WHAT THE HECK.. WE EXPLAINED.



 THE GREAT GRANDKIDS AND GRANDKIDS GOT QUITE A HOLE GOING...

 THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS I WANTED  "MEET ME AT THE BEACH
DAY"... THIS IS THE GROUP OF COUSIN.. SOME HAVE NOT SEEN EACH
OTHER FOR 16 TO 20 YEARS... 12 of the 22



 EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS... ONE THING WE ENJOY WITH EACH
OTHER IS THE LAUGHTER... THIS IS 6 OF THE 8

HERE WE ARE... WITH SPOUSES ...THIS IS THE GREATEST BUNCH OF
WONDERFUL PEOPLE.. THAT IS THE FOUNDATION OF OUR FAMILY...
I AM TRULY BLESSED...


 THESE ARE THE WOMEN WHO MAKE MY LIFE A BLESSING..
I HAD TOLD MY SON'S THAT THEY WOULD GROW UP AND HAVE CHILDREN JUST LIKE THEMSELVES.. AND THAT IS TRUE.. BUT THESE LADIES HAVE MADE IT
A WONDERFUL LIFE FOR THEM.. AND ME..


 HERE ARE THE MEN OF MY LIFE...

 THIS IS THE GROUP... 27 STRONG BY THE END OF THE DAY... WE HAD
SUCH A WONDERFUL TIME... AND I AM TRULY BLESSED..



 EVERYONE SO ENJOYED EVERYONE.. LOTS OF TALKING, UPDATING
ON THEIR LIVES WITH OTHERS.. AND HUGS...






 NOW THESE TWO..... YOU KNOW THERE WAS A LOT OF HUNTING STORIES
TOLD THAT DAY... AND A PROMISE TO VISIT SOON WITH HIS WIFE.





 FATHER WALKING TO THE WATER EDGE WITH HIS CHILDREN.


 THIS IS THE ONE WHO CAME THE FURTHEREST... HAWAII.. HE MOVED
THERE 4 YEARS AGO... HE IS THE ONE THAT LIVED THE CLOSEST SO
I HAD A LOT TO DO WITH HIS GROWING UP.. THE KING AND I... IT WAS
SO WONDERFUL TO HOLD HIM AGAIN.. BUT HE LEFT ON SUNDAY BACK
TO HIS BELOVED ISLAND...  AND CAN YOU BELIEVE, THIS HAWAIIAN
RESIDENT, BURNT?  AREN'T HAWAIIAN'S PRETAN FROM LIVING THERE?
GUESS THE OREGON SUN GOT THE BEST OF HIM..  ALOHA

 THE ADULTS GOT IN TO THE DIGGING IN THE BEGINNING...


 THIS LITTLE GUY WAS ON THE MOVE... AND HAD A BLAST WITH HIS
SECOND COUSINS..

 SO HERE WE GO WITH THE FAMILY PICTURES... THIS IS THE OLDEST
DAUGHTER'S FAMILY...
 THIS IS A 4 GENERATION PICTURE...

 THIS IS #3 SON'S FAMILY... HE HAD THE YOUNGEST OF THE GRANDCHILDREN

 THIS IS #2 SON... WITH HIS 4 LEGGED CHILDREN... WHO WERE SO WELL
BEHAVED...

 THIS IS THE OLDEST SON.. AND HIS FAMILY... WE HAVE 4 GENERATIONS
THERE AS WELL...


 THIS IS MY YOUNGEST CHILD AND HER FAMILY... HER'S IS THE HAWAIIAN
RESIDENT WHO CAME ACROSS THE OCEAN TO SEE US ALL..


THIS IS THE #4 SON'S FAMILY.. AND HOPEFULLY A NEW DAUGHTER IN LAW..





THE OLDEST AND HER HUSBAND... WHAT A GREAT GUY.. HE GOT TO
SEE WHAT A CRAZY FAMILY HE MARRIED INTO..



AND AT THE END OF THE DAY... WE ARE ALL STILL ENJOYING THE DAY
INTO NIGHT..  DID I SAY, I AM SO BLESSED?  IT DOES BARE REPEATING..
I.......AM.... SO... BLESSED...

hopefully this wasn't too long for you all.

HAPPY 7th BIRTHDAY, TINK...  

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Letter writing….

Letter writing is almost a lost art.

I am the first to admit, that typing is better for those who read my words..  for I have such horrible hand writing… even I have trouble reading it.   Don’t know if it is because my second year in high school went to typing classes and it is down hill from there.. or what. But I don’t recall having good penmanship in the first place.  The teachers tried, God they tried.. lol

But it isn’t just the penmanship that is missing.. but also the art of writing..  and then there are pictures..  Who has pictures that you can hold in your hand anymore..   very few of us.. myself included.. I have even made copies of the pictures I have on paper and put them on hard drive to save..  But after I am gone what then?  Will the kids throw them away with out looking?  Pictures that are important to me, but not so much to them?

Because still yet… families are going thru boxes of their parents things either before they pass but are put in assisted living, or if they have passed..  and in those boxes are pictures..  Pictures of people that the kids don’t know because they were before them.. or when they were children.  But there are also pictures of their love ones.. and their families of a long time ago.  And then there are letters..  Letters written while the parents were apart..  Letters written to the parents by their parents… showing family history of daily life to  them and thru them.

I came across such a thing, when my oldest daughter passed away this past May.  I keep all the pictures, cards and letter my kids have written to me over the years.   As I was going thru Julie’s letters to me..I thought I would send them to her daughter (my granddaughter) and have her share them with her brothers..  So they could see how life was for a young married…and then later as each of them came.  And as they were growing up..  the frustration at times but also mixed with great love she has for them.  Her daughter loves them..  Also there was some art work that Julie had sent me. I kept one and included that in the package.

As I wrapped it all up in a huge vanilla package… I wondered, about others.. what happens to the letters.. are they thrown away?  How sad.. as there is so much family history of their daily life there… that grandchildren and even great grandchildren would love to know.. 

I mention one time to one of my granddaughter about something that my mother did.. and a grandmother. We ended the conversation (thru messenger) that she would like to learn more..   So next week.. I am going to do a semi series about people in my family. Being I don’t want to send out a bunch.. and some may not want to know.. or care.. so I decided to do it this way..  and maybe after I am gone, they can read it.
It will be called..  “Things about my family that my grandchildren should know.”  After all thru most ancestry lines they learn the names and the order of the names.. but this way they will know something about them as well.. 

So for some of you, it will be boring. You don’t know the people.. and some of you don’t know me..  
Having met me thru blog land, like some of us do..

But the main thing is.. letter writing.. still worthy of doing.. children … small children.. love getting cards, so it doesn’t have to be a long letter.   For good friends.. who still remember letters and enjoy them.. Write. And if you have good penmanship, unlike myself, it will be really appreciated.  

Write a letter… maybe we should have a holiday. Lol but then we do some at Christmas.. but even that has fallen to the open letter typed and put in the card these days.


As I write messages on Facebook Messenger … I wonder how many others do to their children and grandchildren as well…. That are about our daily life… only to be hit with delete after the conversation is over.   Kind of sad.. When 40 years from now.. some of our great, great, grand kids wonder what we were like.. what did we like or not…  just saying… 

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Food, check…camo clothing, check

Watching my husband get ready yesterday.. is like watching a bride get ready for her wedding.
Food, check, camo clothing on the couch ready to be put on this am…check,  gas in truck, check… gas in 4 wheeler, check…..rifle, knife belt,  all check…check in with the guys at least 5 times during the day to make sure everyone is on the same page.. And then into bed early…

Some time before O dawn… he was on his way with his buddies… Good luck, guys…

AND NOW… the house is MINE.. the remote IS ALL MINE….eat when I want to.. watch on tv what I want to.. no more dead man channel… yahoo…. Come and go as I please..
With all this power… and I sit here and think, ok, what do I want to do?  Well, I have three errands to run.. (which would be done on any other day) boy.. I can’t think of a thing..  but I will piddle around the house and do some things..

A lot of times I would do a project, while he is gone…but I don’t have any in mind..  So I guess I will just enjoy the peace and quiet.. sleep in tomorrow morning, maybe.. roam around the house in my pjs until noon..  what a party animal I am.. lol


Monday, October 09, 2017

I just don't understand.....

Each day that goes by, I understand less and less.
Things that seem to be life… and meanings, seem to slip away.

I’ve gotten so I watch less and less news. You never know if it is true or not anyway.  Those of you who are older, like myself..  do you remember Huntley and Brinkley the newscasters?  John Cameron Swayze? Walter Cronkite?  These were the men who told us the news each night.  We believed them.. for one thing, they told it as it was known….. not what they “thought” it meant..  When Kennedy was shot, those were real tears on those newcasters.  Now?  Who knows.  A lot of them are only reporting what was handed to them on the paper… and much more of them give us their opinion of the news.

I watch the Trump mess unfold each day. His twitters that he send out in the middle of the night.. his crassness as he is on the screen… all of which to me.. is so foreign to what American is.  Everything he is doing, is what he was doing before he ran. He was crude, he was a con man, who wheeled and dealed in business, just one step ahead of utter foul ups.  Bankrupties, having his people put pressure on smaller business men who he cheated out of their money when they did a job in good faith..   All of this.. was known before he ever stepped up to the plate to run…  and if you didn’t know about it before.. you sure had to be hiding your head in the ground as he ran.. As there were many, many reports about his dealings for the past 40 years.  Even his crassness during his television show.. Apprentice …gave you a peek at his ego.  So why did people still believe in him?  Why did they vote for him.. and even when he embarrasses us as a nation, that they let it go? Every time…  they called Bill Clinton Teflon President.. well, if it rolled of of Bill, it is sliding off Trump like a water slide.
Why do these people still worship this man.. he can do no wrong..  they give him a pass, they make excuses and when you think he can’t lower the bar anymore.. he does..  I am not going religious on you here, even though I consider myself to be a Christain, but it is like in the bible..  worshiping false idols comes to mind.

I don’t like what I see, and there is not a dang thing I can do about it… I seem to be in the minority.  Those who are Democrats.. I guess the term would be liberal… have not helped their cause, with the over board protest, nasty remarks, and general upheaval.
The truth is bad enough, without that… but guess no one wants  the truth….  …… to quote Jack Nickleson in the movie A FEW GOOD MEN…

THE TRUTH?  THE TRUTH?  YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH…..  and I guess that is true of the people of today. 

Thursday, October 05, 2017

THROW BACK THURSDAY…Politic still the same..

I was looking thru some of the titles in past post and saw this one.6 years ago…. as I read it… politics is still the same.. Althought it seems like right now.. they aren’t doing anything.. after they got the wind taken out of their sales over the last health care bill.   And now it is the Democrats who are stuggling..

DecEMBER 28, 2011

Politics is a joke... but no one is laughing...

What ever happen to politics? I know Will Rogers use to make fun of the politicians… and politics as well. That is well known.. but this year? This has to be a new low even for them.

First off, you have the reality show called Republican Debate.
Thru the run off’s each week…. each one has had their
week, or even two weeks before they crash and burn..
only to come back again the following week..

I don’t know if they are plain stupid, or is the bonus at the end enough to keep them climbing on to the sinking ship called Republican Party.
And the people who are still throwing good money after bad at them, well, they got what they paid for, I guess.

Then you have the government body itself, called Congress. Which has their own reality show. It is called, Boo.. “let’s scare the daylights out of the elderly, and the rest of the citizens.. with our indecisiveness’ of on anything that is brought in for us to vote on…and if we can scare them while telling them we will close down the government. Well, all the better. And of course it has to be done near the end of the month, so those government check might fail to come out. How many elderly ended up at their doctors office, with anxiety attacks, while wondering how they were going to buy groceries and pay their electric bill. SHAME ON CONGRESS…. As they always decide to do the decent thing… at the last minute. Why put the citizens thru all of that.

Sadly they are a joke, but we citizens aren’t laughing.


Wednesday, October 04, 2017

Still hard to bounce back....

Still hard to bounce back after Vega…  the only thing on the positive side is watching the people who are there to help.  The people who help during the shooting..  Some who lost their lives while protection others.. 

Even nation wide, there are people giving blood to their places. So that blood can be transferred to Vegas and also replenish the locals who already sent blood…

Will we ever know why?  I don’t know.. but we can not let this defind us. We have to stand strong in our local areas..  To do positive things… to say positive things.. to show others that all is not bad. And all is not hopeless.  

To have the ripple effect.
By being good, talking well of others, by listening .. by helping, we will show others how it is done.  And things will get better… at least that is what I believe.


Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Speechless

LAS VEGAS......    leaves me speechless.....

Monday, October 02, 2017

Little boys....

We tend to think all babies are equal and built the same. But there is a difference between boys and girls… and I don’t mean the obvious.

And to be honest with you.. I don’t know what girls come with.. maybe pre care takers?  But that is the best I can come up with..  And 1. I am a girl… or at least I was when I was younger.. now I am just an old broad.. but I also had 4 daughters.. and I still can’t tell you..

But BOYS, now that is a different thing..  They come with preprogrammed actions and noises.  And it is noticeable with in the first 2 years…and likely to show up at the end of the first year. And we are stuck with it the rest of our lives.

One thing is when they start walking, it is short lived as they switch to dead out run from about a week later..  Girls still are walking at 3 or so..

The first thing that I noticed.. is RUMB  RUMB… RUMB..  when a truck or car is placed in this child’s hand.. or if they are in your arms and you are walking down the sidewalk and a truck goes by.  As they run their cars and truck across the floor, it is an automatic sound.
If you are really lucky, your son’s will know how to pronounce the T in truck.. and not an f… which runs into embarrass times..  They also catch on, if they pump their arms in the air as a trucker approaches, they know he will hit the horn.


The other automatic programmed action is the remote control.. we all know the men control the remote control.. but this too starts at a very young age.   My great grandson, hit numbers on my daughter’s/his grandmother’s remote and bingo!!!  A children’s program.. how did he know?  Heck we didn’t know that channel even existed.  At our house, he gets ahold of the remote and he runs with glee… ..I have learn to hide it.. as he hits buttons and then I don’t know how to undo them, his mother has to straighten it back out.