Tulsa Bound

Tulsa Bound


I love a good road trip.  This Friday, I head out early for Tulsa OK for 48 hours of exploring a place I have never visited before.  I will pick up C1 in Mesquite and head north in hopes of reaching Tulsa by 2:00 p.m.  We expect it will take us 4.5 hours to make the trek up.   C2 is joining us from college in Kansas.  I have not seen the lass since late May.  Too long!  We will be staying at the Campbell Hotel which is located right on Historic Route 66. The Campbell Hotel is advertised as a luxurious boutique hotel consisting of 26 uniquely decorated rooms, a lounge, and full salon and spa services. Yep…we are getting a pedicure.

The purpose of our the trip is for rest, relaxation and reconnections but to Marshall women this means shopping local including flea markets, farmer’s markets and artisan’s galleries.  We know we will find it all in this unassuming but surprisingly cosmopolitan city. At least that is what their local tourism board is promising.  On Friday night there is an art crawl at the Philbrook Downtown.  Don’t you love the picture that forms in your mind when you think of an art crawl? Is alcohol involved? Most probably.  Hopefully some excellent wine and not as jammed packed as Fort Worth now too popular Main Street Festival.  On Saturday we are headed to Cherry Street for the Saturday morning farmer’s market and then to the Tulsa Flea Market at Expo Center (Tulsa Fairgrounds).  We may veer to Jinks for another popular flea market location called the River City Trading Post.  There is plenty of conventional shopping if we get tired of the picking.

If we still have time and energy there are two wonderful art museums that look very promising – the Philbrook and Gilcrease — both museums are located in beautiful old mansions with surrounding gardens.  My kind of art museum – art in all forms.  Of course, we need to eat and it looks like we will have lots of local options in the Blue Dome District. A have my eye on a very chic looking French bistro.

If you are familiar with Tulsa and there are some spots we just have to check out (shopping, restaurants, attractions no matter how out of the ordinary), please let us know.  We head out this Friday.  Look out Tulsa, here we come.

I wonder if we can find Ree Drummond’s ranch on the way home?  Let me Google that….

The Pennsylvania Connection

The Pennsylvania Connection

Since the weather has turned hot again, I am back to conducting some family genealogical research in the coolness of my office on Ashland.  Here are some recent updates to the Hauck family story.  My paternal grandfather (Lawrence E. Hauck – remember the blog about the railroad man?) on both sides of his family have well documented roots back to the state of Pennsylvania.  I have found evidence that the first Hauck in this proud lineage to immigrate to the United States was Andrew Hauck.  The records show that he immigrated from Holland and resided in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania until his death in 1841. He lived to be 72 years old.  Obviously the beliefs and traditions of the Pennsylvania Dutch had a strong influence on these family lines.

Here is the marker for Andrew Hauck’s  grave from the cemetery in Pennsylvania.


Andrew married and had only one child, David Hauck, who was born on November 5th (same day as my oldest brother Mike) in 1802, in North Cumberland, Pennsylvania.  He married Anna Lantz and together they had 12 children.  One of these many offspring is my father’s great-grandfather, Andrew (named for his grandfather) Andrea Hauck, along with a younger brother, David Klein Hauck, which I have some details to share.  First though, recall that Andrew lived from 1836-1911, married and later moved to Newton, Kansas, and had a son, John Edward Hauck, the father of my grandfather.  John married another Pennsylvania transplant – Almeda Spangler – and their two children, Aunt Faye and Grandpa Lawrence, grew up in this same Kansas community and raised both their families including my dad (Harold) and Uncle Wendall.

I don’t have a picture (yet!) of the brother to my great, great-grandfather, Andrew Hauck, but I do have a picture to paint for you of the life he led between 1850-1910.  David Klein (D.K.) Hauck was born one of the younger of a brood of twelve children and resided in the Upper Augusta township in Pennsylvania, moving to the area as a young boy.  His family was prominent in the city’s early day activities.  D.K., as referred to by his friends and family, was a veteran of the Civil War as a member of the 195th Regiment, Pennsylvania Volunteers.  After the war, he partnered with W.A. Shipman in the funeral directing business but for the last eleven years of his life he was engaged in cabinet making.

In a notice in the local paper saved in my father’s files it stated that “in spite of his advanced years (over 81) Mr. Hauck retains much of his youthful vigor.  At Armistice Day celebration in the Zion Lutheran church, he sang a solo reminiscent of Civil War Days.  He was formerly a soloist in the choir of the First Reformed Church.” Those of you that stood by my dad in church must be pleased to know that we can sing even though there is ample evidence to the contrary.  In my research I have learned at the foremost of Reformed Presbyterian “distinctive principles” was the practice of political dissent from the British government. After the adoption of the United States Constitution, the denomination held the document (and therefore all governments beneath it) to be immoral, and participation in such a government to be likewise immoral, because the Constitution contained no recognition of Christ as the King of Nations. Therefore, many civic rights, such as voting and jury service, were waived, and church courts disciplined members who exercised such civic rights. As few Americans held such principles, and as obedience sometimes caused difficulty (for example, oaths of allegiance were prohibited, preventing foreign-born Reformed Presbyterians from becoming citizens, many Reformed Presbyterians began to differ with the denomination’s official position. Since 1774, the denomination has undergone four major schisms, three of them due to members who considered the denomination’s position to be too strict.  Both the Spangler and Hauck founding families held strong beliefs about these schisms which shaped the intellect and spiritual beliefs of a large number of descendents from these pioneering families.

D.K. was married for over 50 years and they had one daughter, Gertrude, who married a promising young man named Frank Neff who is described as a prominent executive with Bell Telephone in the yellowed time capsule documentation saved all these many years.  I have found this strange little poem along with the clipping.  Inadvertent or is there some connection?

Strange Wind

What a strange wind it was today,

Whistlin’ and whirlin’ and scurlin’ away

Like a worried old woman with so much to say.

What a strange wind it was today.

Cool and clear from a sky so grey

And my hat stayed on but my head blew away–

What a strange wind it was today.

Author Unknown

I survived breast cancer (twice). Now what?

I survived breast cancer (twice). Now what?


State-of-the-art facility located on Magnolia Ave. in the Fort – complete with fitness center, nutrition and cooking demonstration facilities, workout rooms, consultation rooms and much more. 

Many cancer patients near the end of treatment wonder, “How do I move on with my life?” I had some of the same questions in my mind especially about what I could do to decrease the odds of any cancer recurrences.  I took all the necessary surgical steps and traditional treatments including a bilateral mastectomy, radiation, chemotherapy to increase my odds of beating breast cancer and finally a hysterectomy to reduce my odds of ovarian cancer since I am diagnosed as BRCA1 just like Angelina Jolie and many, many other women.  I am so glad that she came forward publicly with her treatment and family history so more families will be more proactive facing the prognosis and take the preventive steps that we learned about through her case study.  The Jolie Effect has done a lot to change people’s attitudes about aggressive surgical procedures and options women have who are living with such a diagnosis.   Recently, I was asked to join Fort Worth’s first Survivorship Program at Moncrief Cancer Institute to help me navigate the complex terrain from being a patient to living as a survivor. Moncrief staff is working with me to develop both a dietary and physical training routine to help me become stronger and fitter after over three years of multiple chemotherapy, radiation and surgical procedures.  I am beginning to feel like the old, new me.

The first step was for me to meet with a nurse and complete an overall health assessment post-cancer treatment.  Next step was to meet with a physical trainer specialized in working with individuals’ recovering from cancer treatments.  My first assessment included a weigh-in and body measurements to determine where I am currently in my physical state and to share my personal goals for the next 12 weeks of individualized training and counseling sessions.  Yes, I would like to lose weight but I would also like to work on healing some of the areas the surgery and medical treatments have left me with painful scar tissue,  inflexible muscle use or neuropathy.  I am looking forward to the accountability such a program provides as well as the knowledge of the type of fitness steps I need to take to help me regain my strength, stamina and flexibility.

The second step was to begin a food journal in which I am to write everything I eat everyday for the next two weeks to then share it with a dietician and my trainer.  I am one week into the journaling and it has already helped me to be more disciplined about what I eat and drink especially the quantity of servings and the recognition of the need to eat many more fresh fruits and vegetables every day.  And I thought I was a veghead!  In addition to the individualized sessions with a trainer for one hour every Tuesday over the next 12 weeks, I have access to free:

  • Nutrition and interactive cooking classes
  • Genetic screening and risk assessment for families with a history of cancer
  • Massage therapy
  • Psychological counselling for survivors and family
  • Support groups
  • Social services
  • Medical bill assistance

I am very lucky to live in a large, urban metroplex that offers such services for free to cancer survivors.  Please encourage others you know who are dealing with cancer to seek out assistance if you live in the Fort Worth area or look for similar services in other cities and communities.  All of the services are optional so if you don’t feel like meeting with a counselor or a dietician, you don’t have to.  If you don’t want to join a support group just let your opinion be known.  Advocate for yourself and your loved ones and get back on the road to enjoying life each and every day.  Ironically, the Moncrief center relies heavily on grant funding for what it is able to offer.  As a professional grant writer, I appreciate their services even more knowing the hard work that went on behind the scenes to open this place and keep it running with professional staff to provide such great services to clients in need of life saving programs.




The Marshall Point Lighthouse located in Port Clyde, ME

RM and I visited the coast of Maine for a week this month to escape the heat of Texas and to explore an area we knew little about.  The Marshall family comes from this part of the country with RM’s relatives most recently residing in the area around the northern New York berg of Watertown. Samuel Marshall ( a great, great-grandfather to RM – not sure how many greats but several) – lived in the tiny fishing village of Port Clyde on one of the many peninsulas that line the Maine coastal waters.  Port Clyde is on the lands end of one of these beautiful peninsulas and boasts the lighthouse made memorable from the Forrest Gump film – remember the running across America scene? – named after RM’s family name.  The Marshall Point Lighthouse was named for Samuel Marshall who gave (sold?) the land to build this pretty lighthouse in the early 1800’s to protect primarily the lobstermen but others who also fished off this rocky coast for sardines, herring, haddock, scallops and shrimp. There is not a lighthouse keeper required now as everything is automated but the house is well maintained and is now a tiny museum and gift shop for visitors to explore.  The lighthouse is spectacular perched on the black granite coast.  The day we visited was cool and very foggy and the horn on the lighthouse echoed over the bay area warning lobster boats to stay clear of the rocks.  The lighthouse continues to do its job more than 200 years later.

My top 10 favorite experiences this week in Maine were:

1. Hiking the Flying Mountain Trail in Acadia National Park.  In just 0.3 miles from the parking area, we reached the 284-foot summit and its dramatic vistas.  The climb was of moderate difficulty from someone not accustomed to cliff climbing but it was worth it! We could see Somes Sound as well as Greening Island and the Cranberry Isles.

2.  Spending the day exploring the Schoodic Peninsula Loop including interesting stops in the tiny villages of Winter Harbor, Gouldsboro, Corea and Prospect Harbor.  The Corea heath – local word for bog – is a great place for bird watching and we unexpectedly ran across an immense-sized eagle’s nest with a tough-looking mother eagle courageously protecting its young perched high on top of a telephone pole alongside one of the narrow roads that zig-zag across this remote part of the peninsula.  Each little village has a general store and a couple of gift shops or galleries which are fun to explore.  We bought a eye-catching botanical painting at one of our stops as well as a vintage novel written about the area, some old woodworking tools and other one-of-a-kind-finds to remind us of our travels.

3. Putting my feet into the frigid cold waters and deeply understanding why few dared to swim these ocean waters.  Most people were satisfied with a quick wade in and out. Imagine what courage and hardiness it must take to fish these waters in the winter?

4.  Walking the Bar Island Trail at 6:30 p.m.  Our last hike of the day — from Bar Harbor out to the Bar Island — on a gravel bar only passable at low tide.  It seems like we were being very risky but it only took about 20 minutes to cross it and then a quick return in plenty of time before the tide changed and a nice sunset ending to a beautiful day before forging on for dinner.

5.  Dining at Mache Bistro in Bar Harbor is a must.  We started with an appetizer of four local cheeses with a fig relish to cherish, entree of plump and savory sea scallops that tasted like the sea, and a decadent dessert of creamy cheese cake for the finale.  Perfection.

6.  Eating outside at several lobster pounds but we skipped eating the whole lobsters but went instead for the fresh clams and mussels.  They were delicious with just a little bit of melted butter and cold beer brewed in Maine to wash it all down.  We liked the Union River Lobster Pot the best which was located in the town of Ellsworth halfway between Bangor and Bar Harbor with great views of the Union River.  Only open from June to October.

7. Driving along in our little rental car and the surprising views that just popped out of nowhere to our delight.  The roads are lined with tall white pine but every once in a while there was a break in the forestry and you would see the granite-lined coast, or a  winding river, or a picture perfect lake, or a spectacular vista of one kind or another.  A terrific peek show brought to us by Mother Nature.

8. Spending the day at the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath.  We arrived at 10 a.m. and drug ourselves out at 3:30 p.m. so we could make the drive to Freeport and then Boston before night fall.  There is so much to see and do in this museum complete with a tour of the ship building yards of BIW (Bath Iron Works).  Nearly all of the towns have some sort of museum about their town and the history associated with it.  These are worth stopping if you have the time.  We visited several and found them all very well done and supported by local volunteers that were fun to chat with and to listen to their distinctive Maine accents especially when they say a word full of the letter ‘r’.

9. Eating pizza at the Cabins in Bath was a delight as the place is frequented by shipbuilders and is really more of a  bar than a pizza joint located directly across from BIW but the pizza is surprising excellent with a thin and crisp crust just like I like it and the beer was ice-cold and tasted like fine wine after a long day of traveling and sight-seeing.  We had clams, calamari and mussels on a white pizza and it had just the right amount of garlic and white cheese for my taste.  RM and I only ate two meals a day on this trip as there just wasn’t time to eat and see all that we wanted to see and do.  I can share our itinerary with anyone planning to visit the area as nearly all of our stops and discoveries were ones we would recommend to friends and families.

10. Hiking the Ship Harbor Trail and discovering dramatic pink granite cliffs and tidal pools to explore for tiny crabs or other ocean creatures. Poet Robinson Jeffers is quoted on a hand-carved marking along the trail that states “There is Wind in the Tree and The Gray Ocean’s Music on the Rock” and this is true.

I travel to learn about myself and the world and on this trip I did both.  What is better than that?  Glad I went and glad I am home again on Ashland.