Fishing with Dad

  What can I say. We the Schneider's stink at fishing!  Dad, Pete, tried very hard to become a good fisherman. He also attempted to teach me, his son, how to fish as well. I think that's where the trouble begins. Dad always seemed to have this idea that persistence will payoff someday. So along the way, there I went. We can start with the Fisherman's attitude. Get up and it's dark out there. I didn't want to get up," the fish are still sleeping dad", I would say. "Get up anyway!" What is that about. Don't fish eat in the day? So I would get up, head to the bathroom, and on our way we went. No wonder we had to get up early, what with all the stops we had to make. First we had to get gas for the car or truck or van or what ever dad was driving at the time. That would include not only gas, but smokes, beer, slimJims, oh, and coffee and breakfast. Yes, sometimes a hardy breakfast for his young son at the local gas station. M,m, Good! We also needed directions to where we were going. On the road again. Then we had to stop for worms or live bait. Now this, stopping for bait, is a whole ordeal itself. What could be quicker then stopping for bait." Yes I'd like the large worms and some minnows please." NO , that is not what happens. Dad has got a story for every stop and or topic there is. 30 minutes later, we get out of the bait store after alot of "come on dad, lets go." I had to do that 5 or 6 times to get out of there.On the road again. Now it is getting light outside. We have been up for an hour and a half, and I still can't see water. The directions were never quite right according to dad you understand. Dad had to take the shortcut. "Brett" he would say, "I don't think they gave such good directions, we'll have to take the shortcut." How in God's name can we take "the shortcut" if he had to ask for directions in the first place! At about that time, I would get this sinking feeling in the pit if my stomach. Do you know how long it took us with a shortcut? "How about some lunch Brett."

   To be continued.
            Brett

The Schneider Chase

Hello Everyone,
  Just an opening note. Here Collin and I are at the Labor Day Parade. Kim took the picture. Faith is in the parade.





      
Here, Faith and I are at the Naperville Ribfest. Kim took the picture and Collin is somewhere.

           Over to my your right, the family is at Mackinac Island. Faith took the picture. By now, your getting the hang of this.

Here, Kim is at the parade and guess what I am doing. yes, you have got it.

Keep up, we are now back at the fest. This is how our summer has been going. Jumping around here and there till summer ends and the kids go back to school. Then, that opens another can of worms. It really is great though.


Faith Had a Homecoming dance and these are some of her friends. Kim made them dinner also.

I will have other Halloween photos and comments soon.

Grandaddy Burton's Wagon

Linda Eaton Reiner - Melbourne Australia - 3.59 pm 21 October 2009 
This is my first personal post on our family blog and I'm so excited to think that my great, greats (children, nieces, nephews, cousins)  will be reading this one day! I'm Linda Reiner. Born, Linda Elizabeth Eaton in Elmhurst, IL 14 July 1959. We moved to Florida when I was two years old. My parents were Fred and Foy Eaton. You'll get to know them and the rest of my branch of the family tree as time goes on.  I now live in Melbourne, Australia and I'm married to David Reiner. 
My story today is about my Grandaddy (Charlie Burton) and my brother Len(Len Eaton) and me. Oh, and a mule named Kate. Grandaddy and Granny(Lou Burton) lived on a farm on a dirt road. Grandaddy would often borrow the mule from the neighboring farm. I remember once Grandaddy, Len and I walked to the neighbors, their name was the Byrds, to borrow Kate the mule. Grandaddy hitched it to a wagon, and with Len and I sitting on the back we headed back to Gradaddy and Granny's house. But the part that I remember so vividly is Len would jump off the back of the wagon while it was moving, quickly pick up a hand full of pebbles and run jump back on. All the while, I was laughing and telling Grandaddy to go faster! But I knew Len would catch up. Kate wasn't that fast. Then we sat there throwing the pebbles off the back ... maybe leaving a trail for the Indians. 
Love, Linda

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Linda Eaton Reiner - Melbourne Australia  9.55 PM  Tuesday 20 October 2009

Welcome!

I made a chocolate cake yesterday and as I put it in the oven I suddenly had a flash memory of my mother's (Foy Lou Rhodes Eaton) voice calling through the house, "Len (my brother) and Linda, I've got a cake in the oven now! Don't ya'll be running through the house and make it fall!"
 I had to chuckle and when I told Logan(my youngest son) the story, I thought to myself it would be great to start recording some family memories. 

Long story short, Logan has helped me create this blog where we can all share family stories. I'm excited to think that our generations of grandchildren, great nieces and nephews, and cousins beyond us will have not only our stories to share, but their own stories as well. 

Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I've never blogged before. So its going to be a bit of a learning process for me. 

Guidelines for posting are: Please identify yourself, state where you are in the world,(not necessarily living there, you might be on vacation or traveling for business or away at college etc.) and time/date and sign(type) your first name at the end of your post i.e., Love, Linda or however you would like to personalize your post entry. When you mention other people, state their name or relation to you. As it would be helpful to future generations. On your first few post you may want to tell a bit about yourself and where you sit on the family tree. Your post can be long or short and as many times a day or week or month as you wish. Parents please assist the children and encourage them to post family stories as well. We would also like to keep the blog in an uplifting tone.


'The BEGS'. This little tag came about during the 1950's bringing together the Burtons, Eatons, Grahams, and Schneiders. The tag would always make its way onto a birthday or Christmas gift reading 'Love, The BEGS', meaning that it was a gift from all of our families to the receiver. As is this blog, a gift from all of us to you.  

Love, The BEGS :)