Friday Favorites by Pam

This post for Friday is two days late, but better late than never.   I asked Sis. Nancy Bussey, our Family History Specialist,  to tell us about herself.  Since she was on Smuttynose Island for the week, her bio was a little late to me, and hence, late to you.  Here goes:

Nancy Seaver Bussey – September 2, 2012.
I was born in Somerville, Massachusetts on September 29, 1940, the second of three sisters. We moved to Stoneham, Massachusetts when I was one year old and lived there until I graduated from high school. I was an average student and loved sports. I played girls basketball and lettered in field hockey. After high school I attended Gorham State Teachers College in Gorham, Maine and met my future husband the first week-end. We were married the next summer on Star Island part of the Isles of Shoals. We have three children, eleven grandchildren and four great grandchildren. Thirteen of us live in the West and thirteen live in the East.
My husband joined the US Navy in 1962. He wanted to join the Coast Guard but, they said he had too many dependents. We moved twenty-six times over the next twenty years, finally settling in York, Maine in 1982. While we lived in San Diego, I took swimming lessons and really learned to swim when I became a Red Cross Water Safety Instructor. I used to think I wanted to swim the English Channel, but nothing ever became of that. I stopped thinking that that would be something great to do when I saw Florence Chadwick all greased up for her swim in 1953.
The missionaries came to my door in 1970. It was a foggy dreary day. I kept thinking that I was going to have visitors that day but kept dismissing that thought especially since we lived on the second floor. The missionaries said that they were from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and that they had a message for me. They told me about the Church anciently and how the authority to act for God had left the earth when the last disciple died. Then they told me about the restoration of the Gospel through Joseph Smith. I told them that I couldn’t think about the church right then as I was studying very hard to raise my grade point average so that I could apply for nursing school. My two oldest children and I were baptized the following year and my husband a few months later. My youngest was not eight years old. She was baptized in Southampton, England a few years later.
One of my favorite pursuits is family history and genealogy, and I volunteer at the Family History Center at the Exeter Stake Center several times a month. I was one of hundreds who indexed the 1940 Federal Census (available at familysearch.org). I am the Family History Specialist in our ward and am available during the second hour on Sundays to guide you in registering for new.familysearch.org. (And other times by appointment).
I also like to write about my childhood. The following story is,

“The Knife Sharpener”
In the summer, when the windows were open, long about supper time or even a little later, when we were outside jump roping on Coolidge Street with all the neighborhood kids, the Knife Sharpener came. He rode his bicycle, and rang his bell announcing his presence. He called, “Knife sharpening, knife sharpening, get your knives sharpened”. On the front of his bicycle he had a large basket that held his knife sharpener. I don’t know how the knife sharpener worked. I didn’t see anyone get their knives sharpened.
I always felt bad that my mother did not want any of our knives sharpened. She said, “Grandpa will sharpen our knives when he comes to visit”. I hope that someone had their knives sharpened by the Knife Sharpener. (I remember my Childhood, 16 November 2010)

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