Wednesday, April 30, 2008

A Belated Happy BLOG-IVERSARY

While away in Montana it appears that a momentous occasion came and passed without my comment. Not that my comment is required, but on this occasion I really wanted to comment. It seems Hill Country of Monroe County Mississippi passed out of the blogling stage and into full maturity with one year of publication.

So to its author, Terry Thornton, I just wanted to say congratulations and well done. I would also like to proclaim Terry the recipient of a few medals, just a few.



1. A medal for truly engaging writing.
2. A medal for southern charm.
3. A medal for your easy off-handed sense of humor.
4. A medal for great research.
5. A medal for being a contributing member of our community.
6. A medal for being a good friend and saying "yes" when I asked.
7. A medal for getting me to admit to being a HOGS blogger (will Nordstrom ever let me back in the store?).
8. A medal for your willingness to share - always.
9. A medal for your poetry (notice I didn't say good poetry).
10. And yes, a medal for always citing your sources.


I really don't remember your not being here from the beginning. You and Hill Country have always been a perfect fit with this group of geneaBloggers.

So Terry, here's to years and years of Hill Country yet to come. What will you think of next?

Back Home Again!

BIG SKY COUNTRY
The Mission Range Of The Rocky Mountains
Charlo, Montana


We had a wonderful time celebrating my father-in-law's 90th birthday. Invitation signs were made and posted around town (there are only five buildings). The turn out was about 350 people with those who didn't attend the party filling the house for the next two days. We joke that the town of Charlo has a population of 100 including dogs and cats. Unfortunately, it's close to the truth. The population is growing older and the town, once a beautiful little spot, has now gone to seed.


BIRTHDAY INVITATION SIGN

The birthday boy was in his element telling tales of early Montana and his many exploits. One segment of the party was a roast where we heard stories of Lewis' kindnesses to his neighbors. We heard many stories of Lewis' ability to grow anything.

Lewis doesn't just have a green thumb, he has ten green fingers and toes with an arm and a leg thrown in here and there. He does all the grafting for the area, has a hugh garden that he trades for canning, and recently won the local garden club's award for most elegant floral arrangement. When I was first married he came to visit us in Yorba Linda, California, where he picked up a pod off the ground at Richard Nixon's birthplace, took it home to Montana, planted it, and grew a tree in his yard.

One of my favorite stories about my father-in-law revolves around his love of fishing. It is said that when Lewis found a good fishing hole he would mark it with yellow irises so that he could find it again. Standing in the valley and turning a full circle you can see patches of yellow everywhere. Obviously the entire valley is a great fishing hole.

That fishing gene has been inherited by my son. He follows the flowers and only differs from his grandfather in that he is a "catch and release" Montanan.


The Birthday Boy

Notice that very large piece of birthday cake? My father-in-law the diabetic was given special permission from his doctor on his 90th birthday to eat anything his heart fancied and my goodness did his heart fancy a lot of cake. There were three hugh cakes and he had a piece that size from each.


LEWIS' CHILDREN

These are Lewis' children. Mr. Maven inherited the white hair prevalent in the family, having had it since he was twenty. I think I would take the white hair if I could have his family's longevity. My husband jokes that he will be the only 100 year old man taking his 130 year old father to the doctor. We should all be so lucky.


THE GREAT GRANDCHILDREN

As you can see, Grandma gets no respect. Funny faces from all the grandchildren. It is so good to see the cousins getting the chance to play together and to get to know each other.

THE GRANDCHILDREN

Grandma gets no respect from her own children.


The girls are vertically challenged and jealous of
their brother who is over six feet tall.


SURGERY ON WY-MAN

And no birthday - family reunion would be complete without surgery done Montana style, with a Swiss-Army knife. It looks much worse than it really was.

We have promised Lewis another bash for his 100th birthday. I'm sure he'll be there, I just hope I make it!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

footnoteMaven Goes .Com

footnoteMaven has taken advantage of Blogger's custom domain feature. I am now "footnoteMaven.Com."

I'm off tomorrow morning to Montana to celebrate my father-in-law's 90th Birthday. You know how they always tell you not to change your hair-do before a big event? Well, I probably should have waited until I got back home to become a .Com.

Shades has been acting wonky all day and I have had to retrieve posts that were eaten in the move. I hope there are no problems here on footnoteMaven, but there are no guarantees. I apologize in advance for any inconvenience and hope all glitches are temporary.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

It's Happened Again

It's happened again; I'm not sure how it keeps happening. I think it has something to do with the Earth rotating on its axis and my opening my eyes each morning.

Last year I wrote about sharing this day with the Earth, but actually, the Earth shares the day with me. It didn't get its day until 1970, I got mine a bit earlier.

I'm also quite pleased to learn from Janice Brown at Cow Hampshire that this is "Ancestor's Eve," its designation thanks to Neelix of Star Trek Voyager.

So today I opened my eyes to Mr. Maven, Zoe, and Hunter singing "Happy Birthday." Now that's worth opening your eyes and ears.



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Monday, April 21, 2008

On Guard! Terry Thornton

By now many, if not all, of the readers of the geneaBlogs are familiar with Terry Thornton of Hill Country's articles on "My Attempt To Become Unfat." So I thought I would give Terry a few ideas from The Fountain of Youth, physical culture, circa 1904.



INDOOR ATHLETICS

If one had a teacher and has regular instructions, one is likely to keep at the work of physical development, whatever it may be.

There are a number of home exercising apparatuses that have been devised, but they offer little advantage over the exercises without apparatus.

The practice of dumb-bells and Indian clubs of varying weights has gone rather out of fashion, as it has been demonstrated that as good results can be attained without them, when the tension or contraction of the muscles is attained through voluntary exertion in what are called "resistance" exercises.

The practise of fencing has been taken up by many in recent years as a means of physical culture. It has some advantages over the more ordinary exercises, in that it gives those who acquire skill in it a dexterity and quickness of movement that would be difficult to attain in any other way, except probably by sword practise, and it trains the eye as well.

It would require many illustrations to show the changes of position in salute, defense and attack, and to render apparent the spring and agility required in their practice, but fencing is highly recommended to those who have the opportunity of learning this fascinating pastime, which carries with it the flavor of other days on the quaint French names by which its different movements are still known.

I don't think I'd want to parry with the lady pictured above,
as I'm not sure there'd be a recovery!


On Guard!

Source:

The Delineator. New York: Butterick Publishing, September 1904.


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Friday, April 18, 2008

Pack Your Bags For A Place Called Home


The topic for the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy is:

A PLACE CALLED HOME

It's time for a geography lesson.

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Get Out The Map

Pick out a city/town/village
(where one of your ancestors once lived)

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Tell Us About It - Tell Us Everything You Know

When was it founded? What is it known for?
Has it prospered or declined over the years?
Have you ever visited it or lived there?

How was your ancestor influenced by where they lived?
Take us on a trip to the place your ancestor called home.


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Pack Your Bags - Get Your Ticket Punched
All Aboard The COG Express


The Deadline For Submissions Is May 1, 2008



Also, check out Jasia's post "FAQs About The Carnival of Genealogy," for all you need to know about submitting a post. First-timers always welcome and greatly appreciated!

Submit your blog article to the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy using the carnival submission form or select the 47th Edition COG poster in the upper right hand corner of this page. Past posts and future hosts can be found on the blog carnival index page.


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I Felt The Earth Move Under My Feet

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Carole King Lyrics

Thirty-eight years ago today I was involved in another seismic activity. A 10 on the Richter Scale. On that day, I had the good sense and good fortune to marry my soul mate, the infamous Mr. Maven. He of blodging fame and recently of penning "Bumper Stickers For Bloggers."

As I kissed him at 12.01am, I said, "Can you believe it's been thirty-eight years?"

"It seems like thirty-eight minutes," he answered. "Under water."

Now you can see how we are meant for each other.

Jasia, she of Creative Gene, left a comment on my Trait Carnival post:

How is it I'm drawn to such argumentative people?

My ex-husband was the captain of his high school debate team and they went on to win the state championship.

The current Mr. Jasia is famous for saying that debate is his favorite sport... and I run for cover when he's in a mood to argue. Talk about a razor tongue...

And now I find that you are one for arguing too...

And I hate conflict, disagreements, arguments, and debate. Differences of opinion I have no problem with but it's that darn passion that gets people so all fired up that makes me shiver and quake! LOL!

I'm little miss peace and harmony preferring subtly and passive aggression to outright arguing ;-)

Oh, Jasia, the answer is, it's that darn passion.

Mr. Maven has all of Jasia's traits (plus he's very handsome) and I have all of Jasia's husbands' traits. I won my Moot Court competition in law school and have written about my razor sharp tongue. My husband apologizes to me even when he isn't wrong - bless him. We are a match!

I don't know what drew my husband to this argumentative, hard to live with woman, but I'm so glad he was not only drawn, but stayed around this long.

So, if I don't say it enough, baby, let me shout it to the world -

I LOVE YOU!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

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April 18, 1906 - 5.13am The Great San Francisco Earthquake


Today is the anniversary of the great San Francisco earthquake.

San Francisco was wrecked by a Great Earthquake at 5:13 a.m., and was then destroyed by the seventh Great Fire that burned for four days. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands of people who were trapped died when the South-of-Market tenements collapsed as the ground liquefied beneath them. Most of the buildings immediately caught fire, and those trapped could not be rescued. In 1980 the 1906 data compiled on the earthquake was reevaluated. This new data placed the total earthquake death toll at more than 3,000 from all causes and damage was estimated at $500,000,000 in 1906 dollars.

In the article Photo Of The Week - April 14, on Shades Of The Departed, I discussed the photographer John R. Hodson, who had a photography studio at 416 Geary Street in San Francisco on this date. I commented on the fact that Hodson's wife and family were not recorded in the 1910 census. Geary Street was at the center of the earthquake devastation. Perhaps his family died during the earthquake and its aftermath, or perhaps they survived but refused to remain in San Francisco. I wish I knew.

The Virtual Museum of the City of San Francisco has a wonderful online exhibit. Here you will find:

Photographs of the 1906 Disaster
April 18-23 Earthquake Timeline
The Mayor’s “Shoot-to-Kill” Order — April 18th
Earthquake Newspaper Clippings
Eyewitness Accounts
“Who Perished” List of Dead from the 1906 Earthquake
San Francisco Fire Department Report
Police Department Report
U.S. Army Operations During the Earthquake and Fire
U.S. Navy Operations During the Earthquake and Fire
Engineering and Scientific Reports
Southern Pacific Railway Company
Relief and Recovery Efforts
San Francisco One Year Later
Gladys Hansen’s Earthquake Almanac 1769 - 1994

I have an affinity for earthquakes, or perhaps better said, they have an affinity for me.

I lived in California during the Loma Prieta Earthquake. The epicenter was in the Santa Cruz Mountains which was very close to where I was at 5.04pm on October 17, 1989. I had stayed late at the office to interview the parents of one of our clients. The law office was in downtown San Jose, and was in a beautiful converted Victorian home. Oddly enough, the man and his wife I was interviewing were from Seattle.

The quake hit and everything went flying. The TV flew from one side of the room to the other. We got under the desk while the house swayed back and forth for what seemed an eternity. It is the sounds I remember the most, almost as if the ground itself was howling in pain. When it stopped, my clients got out immediately. They had never been in an earthquake. I had, but not like this.

All the bookshelves had toppled over and every office was piled high with the law. Broken glass was everywhere. Plants, pictures, lamps, everything was on the floor.

My boss, the athlete, had lined the tops of all the bookshelves with his trophies. The seat I had been sitting in just before the earthquake had been impaled by one of his largest baseball trophies. The bat on the trophy had gone all the way through the seat of the chair. I stood and stared, at least it wasn't me.

The phones didn't work and I couldn't reach my husband or my children. I was so worried about them. I started for home. When I walked out the front door of the office the dust was still rising from the building across the street which had collapsed. The absence of noise was equally frightening.

No traffic lights were working. My twenty minute ride home took four hours, I stopped at every pay phone to try to reach my husband. People panicked. I arrived home to find that our pool had been struck by a tidal wave and emptied itself onto our patio and my bedroom, but my husband and children were there, we were all together and safe. Others were not as lucky.

When I moved to Seattle, I thought I had left that all behind me, but I was a part of one of the strongest earthquakes to hit Washington State. Much to my chagrin, I was featured in an article in the state's legal newspaper about my experience, but I'll save that for another day.

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

A Pocket Full Of Poems

Lisa of A Light That Shines Again has initiated a poetry meme - asking bloggers to share a favorite poem on our blogs for Poem in Your Pocket Day, today - April 17, 2008! Truth be known, I always have a small book of poems in my pocket. So, I'll share.

I am reading a wonderful book called, A Rhyming History of Britain - 55 B.C. -- A.D. 1966. It is modeled after the iambic tetameters of Hilaire Belloc's Cautionary Verses. Very creative idea! Here is an example:



This cheerful poem has been written
To tell the history of Britain;
From Celts to Churchill, it relates
(With all the most Important Dates)
The Country's convoluted course . . .
Why Richard hollered for a horse;
Why Eleanor was such a catch;
Why no one liked the Spanish Match;
The pros and cons of laissez-faire;
Smart Georgian ladies' underwear;
Why Charles the Second went to plays;
Why Queen Jane reigned for just nine days;
The causes of the Irish trouble;
The bursting of the South Sea Bubble;
That giant glasshouse in Hyde Park;
The First World War's igniting spark . . .





Source:


Book:

Muirden, James
A Rhyming History of Britain. New York: Walker and Co., 2003.


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There's A New Carnival In Town

If a picture is worth a thousand words, why can't words be worth a thousand pictures?

That's the premise behind Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images. Smile is a monthly showcase of articles that will feature the very best of your family photographs or those orphan photographs contained in your collection. The goal of this carnival is to provide a regular showcase of the best of those cherished photographs and articles based on word prompts.

This carnival consists of a listing, with editorial comments, of a range of recently-published articles about the people, places, and things important to your family history or of interest in your photographic collection. Smile For The Camera is published on the 15th day of each month.

1ST EDITION
Smile For The Camera ~ A Carnival of Images

The 1st Edition of Smile For The Camera takes its word prompts from May's Mothers' Day. Choose a photograph of an ancestor, relative or an orphan photograph that embodies Love of Mother or a Mother's Love.


Your submission may include as many or as few words as you feel are necessary to describe your treasured photograph. Those words may be in the form of an expressive comment, a quote, a journal entry, a poem (your own or a favorite), or a heartfelt article. The choice is yours!

The "I Smile For The Camera" bumper sticker is yours for posting on your blog. Right click and copy.


SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

Submissions for specific editions must arrive by 12:00pm PDT on the 10th of each month. Each carnival will be given word prompts to help you select the image(s) you wish to showcase.

Your submission may include as many or as few words as you feel are necessary to describe your treasured photograph. Those words may be in the form of an expressive comment, a journal entry, a poem (your own or a favorite), or a heartfelt article. The choice is yours!

HOW TO SUBMIT:

There are two options:

1. Send an email to the host, footnoteMaven. Include the title and permalink URL of the post you are submitting, and the name of your blog. Put 'Smile For The Camera' clearly in the title of your email!

2. Use the handy submission form provided by Blog Carnival, or select the "I Smile" Bumper Sticker in the upper right hand corner.

I hope to see you at the Carnival!

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Interactive Vietnam Veterans Memorial

I am a graduate of Esther High School, Esther, Missouri. There were 53 people in my graduating class and about 300 in our entire school. I knew everyone in our graduating class, the entire school, and in some cases was related to them.

Out of those 53 students two were killed in Vietnam. I toured the Interactive Vietnam Veterans Memorial and found one of them, Delbert Reese, the boy who sat next to me in Mrs. Simmons' English class.

He was very shy, at least around me. He had a great laugh and a brilliant smile. I remember him as always being happy. We both belonged to the Scribblers Club, the club for writers, and had been in the school play together.

School in a small town during the sixties was very different than it is today. I remember Mrs. Simmons sent Delbert home from school with a note to his parents. He wasn't to come back to school until he got a hair cut. He was sporting a Fonzy hairdo and the twist hung down to his nose and covered his eyes. He went home, he got a buzz cut, he didn't object, his parents didn't object, and he returned to school. Could that happen today?

I looked back through my yearbook and wondered, "Was I ever really that young?" And then I looked at Delbert, who will be that young forever. For his sacrifice he deserves so much more than this simple blog post, so I am very grateful we have the Vietnam Memorial and that his name is there.

This is Delbert's yearbook photo and the activities listed for him:


Scribblers Club 2 yrs., Vice President 1 yr.
Science Club 2 yrs.
Paper Staff 1 yr.
Tennis 3 yrs.
Senior High Play 1 yr.
County Chorus 1 yr.


This is the photo of his name on the Vietnam Memorial

Full Name: Reese, Delbert Leon
Rank: Specialist Fourth Class
E4, Medical Specialist (ARMY)
Hometown: Esther
Home State: MO
Race: Caucasian
Religion: Baptist – Other Groups
Marital Status: Single
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 1947-08-21
Tour Start Date: 1967-08-ll
Casualty Date: 1968-02-02
Death Date: 1968-02-02
Age: 20
Casualty Type: Hostile, Died
Died of: Guns, Small Arms Fire
Ground Air Sea: Ground Casualty
Body Recovered: Recovered
Country: South Vietnam
Province: Not available
Service: Army
Enlistment Type: Selective Service
Years Served: 1
Major Command: 4th Inf. Div.
Company D Co.
Battalion: 1st Bn

All of your classmates miss you and are very proud of you!

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Monday, April 14, 2008

Blame It On The Ancestry Nova

Blame it on the Ancestry nova with its magic spell
Blame it on the Ancestry nova that our traits did well
Oh, it all began with just one mating dance
Leaving good and bad traits left up to chance
Blame it on the Ancestry nova
For the traits we Hate Love

(Now was it Grandpa Greene with the argumentative gene?)
Yeah, yeah, the Ancestry nova
(Or Raymond P. Paul with the backyard cars he'd haul?)
Yeah, yeah, the Ancestry nova
(Now was it Mother's magazine gene?)
Yeah, yeah, the Ancestry nova
(The reason my collections border on obscene?)
Yeah, yeah, the Ancestry nova
Blame it on the Ancestry nova
The Traits We Hate Love

(With apologies to the writers of Blame It On The Bossa Nova.)

When I entered law school my lawyer friends all said, "You'll do really well! You're like a dog with a bone. You'll shake it until the meat falls off." This was their way of acknowledging that I would research something to the bitter end. They also said, "Maven will slice you off at the knees with a word and you won't even realize your bleeding to death." Their way of saying I had a sharp tongue and was up for an argument. But where did all this tenacity come from?

Not from my father or his branch of the family tree. He and his family were dear kind people who shot from the hip (no research), but the gun was rarely loaded (no sharp words).

To look for tenacity we head to New York and my maternal branch. Of my grandfather it was said, he could carry on an argument about anything. I remember as a child he and my mother having a disagreement (read argument) over how high the stove was. O.K., I got it here.

The research trait can be tracked directly to my mother. If she used a word we didn't know the meaning of, we were sent to the dictionary and required to report back to her. When my high school wouldn't allow us to have a prom because it was against the religious practices of members of the school board, she researched the legality of it and wrote the Attorney General of the State of Missouri. O.K., I got it here.

The "cut them off at the knees" sharp tongue trait - there's no question. My grandmother had a razor sharp tongue. She said things that caused anyone who visited her to come away wounded. O.K., I got it here.

These aren't bad traits, just a little hard to control sometimes. Did I inherit anything really good from them. My love of collecting autographs, photographs, and books I inherited from my Great Grandfather (I collected these things before I ever knew he did). My argumentative Grandfather for the love of a good photograph. I do wish he'd given me the photographer gene, but I'm not complaining. My ability to organize and manage; I thank my Great Grandfather who managed Carnegie Hall and his daughter, my grandmother, who managed the Lutheran Pavilion at the World's Fair. I got it here.

Now about that collecting trait. It hits me from all sides. My father collected cars, Edsels mostly, lined up in the backyard. His justification, "They'll be worth something someday." They are worth something, my mother just couldn't wait that long and had them hauled away. I use the "it'll be worth something someday" justification all the time. I got it here.

My mother, as I've previously discussed, had an entire room in our house filled to the ceiling with magazines. I'm there. I got it here.

So see Honey (Mr. Maven), blame it on the Ancestry Nova, I never had a chance.


I would also like to thank my father's family for a good head of hair, really bad health, the ability to work in spite of really bad health, a sense of humor, the drive to keep going no matter what, and yes, that stubborn trait. I hope I've sent some of this down the tree to my children and grandchildren. They got it here!


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Friday, April 11, 2008

Shades Guest Blogging Series

The Friday From The Collectors - Guest Blogging Series on my companion blog, "Shades Of The Departed," is celebrating the first post today.

The inaugural post, "A Moment In Time," is authored by Becky Wiseman of kinexxions.

This is an exceptionally well-written and interesting article about the power and beauty of a good photograph combined with imagination and a discussion of an unidentified family Daguerreotype.

Thank you so much Becky for contributing, you have set a very high standard for future guest bloggers and created an interesting and informative article for Shades.

Take a look at the first "Friday From The Collectors."

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

How To Cite A Blog Article


Broadcasts & Web Miscellanea - Blogs

Source List Entry - Example

Crawley, L.H. "The Best Carpet Cleaning Machinery in the World, 1889." L.H. Crawley. The Virtual Dime Museum, 9 April 2008. http://thevirtualdimemuseum.blogspot.com/
2008/04/best-carpet-cleaning-machinery-in-world.html : 2008.

Author (Last Name First, First Name, Middle Name/Initial). “Article/Post Title.” Creator Of The Blog. Blog Name (Italics), Posting Date. URL Digital Location : Access Year.

First Full Reference Note - Example

1. L.H. Crawley, "The Best Carpet Cleaning Machinery in the World, 1889," L.H. Crawley, The Virtual Dime Museum, 9 April 2008 (http://thevirtualdimemuseum.
blogspot.com/2008/04/best-carpet-cleaning-machinery-in-world.html : accessed
9 April 2008), para. 4.

Author (First Name, Middle Name/Initial, Last Name), "Article Title," Creator of Blog, Posting Date (URL Digital Location : Access Date), Specific Content.

Short Reference Note - Example

11. Crawley, "The Best Carpet Cleaning Machinery in the World, 1889," paras. 2-4.

Author (Last Name), "Article Title," Specific Content.

Information contained in this color including punctuation is part of the citation. Information contained in black is explanatory only.

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

The Photo Detective Adds A Chapeau

I'll See You And Raise You Two

Maureen Taylor of the Photo Detective Blog has joined in the Hatcapades of "I'll See You And Raise You Two," with a lovely French chapeau.

Maureen features this beauty in a video on her blog called "Solved by the Photo Detective." You can watch the video on her website or on Roots Television. The hat is prominently featured on a carte de viste of a woman from Macon, France.

Take a look! You'll enjoy the video and the hat, it's the third photograph in the series.

Thank you for joining in with the fun Maureen!

Links To All The Blogs That Participated:

footnoteMaven - I'll See You And Raise You Two
Laura - The Virtual Dime Museum - From The Ministry of Silly Hats
Jasia - Creative Gene - I'm In And I'll Double
Thomas - Destination Austin Family - I'll Throw My Hat In The Ring
Maureen Taylor - The Photo Detective - Hat Attack
Becky Wiseman - kinexxions - A Tip Of The Hat
Donna Pointkouski - What's Past is Prologue - Hats Off


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Note: Now I've seen hats like Maureen's many times before; but it was in college, after a few drinks, and they were previously on a lamp.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

God Bless That America!

Terry Thornton of Hill Country has asked the question, "What sort of an American are you?" It reminded me of an experience I had while attending school in England.

A group of eight of us who were studying the European Economic Community (now the European Union) decided to take a weekend and visit Holland. We had just finished a trip to a diamond cutting factory and had arrived at our hotel, when one of the younger members of our group discovered she had locked her key in her room. She asked the desk clerk if she could get another key.

"You Americans," the desk clerk snarled. "You think you can do anything."

My classmate was clearly embarrassed, not knowing what she had done to offend. I held back for a moment and then stepped up next to her.

"You're absolutely correct, " I said looking the clerk straight in the eye. "We Americans do think we can do anything." He clearly looked quite pleased with himself.

"And that's what makes America great," I continued. "We've never been limited by thinking we can't accomplish something. It's that "can do" attitude and the blood of so many of our young men that makes it possible for you to stand here today and attempt to insult us."

He never responded, he never apologized, and we never heard from him again.

Now, don't ever equate my love of country with disrespect of another's. When I visit another country I respect their laws, their customs, their way of life, their people and their opinions. It is after all their country. My respect, however, does not equal acceptance. I may disagree completely with their laws, their customs, their way of life, their people, and their opinions, but I respect their right to hold the same.

I expect the same respect from those who visit my country. Respect our laws, our government, and our opinions, it is after all our country. Do I agree with everything associated with my country? Absolutely not, I don't even agree with my husband 100% of the time. But, I have that right to disagree because of this wonderful country and all it stands for.

I live in America and I love it. I wouldn't trade my good fortune at having been born here for citizenship in any other country in the world. I am proud and humbled by our history and the sacrifices of those that made and continue to make America great.

Yes, we Americans think we can do anything, God Bless that America!

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Monday, April 7, 2008

I'm A Semi-Colon, Are You Sure?

While playing Polish Hold'em with Jasia at Creative Gene I bumped into Lori Thornton's "Who Do You Think You Are" Punctuation Quiz.

So, I'm a semi-colon, am I? Is that like being told you're a wit and your husband telling you that's only half right?



I Am a Semi-Colon


I am elegant, understated, and subtle in my communication.

I'm very smart (and I know it), but I don't often showcase my brilliance.

Instead, I carefully construct my arguments, ideas, and theories until they are bulletproof.

I see my words as an expression of myself, and I am careful not to waste them.

My friends see me as enlightened, logical, and shrewd.

(But what I'm saying often goes right over their heads.)

I excel in: The Arts

I get along best with: The Colon


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Mirror! Mirror!

What traits run in your family? Which of them did you inherit?


The topic for the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy is: What traits run in your family? Which of them did you inherit?

Do you have your mother's blue eyes, your father's hair? Your grandfather's stubbornness? Your aunt's skill with knitting needles?

Is there a talent for music in your family or can none of you carry a tune? Do you come from a long line of teachers?

Have you looked in a mirror only to see your mother/father or your Grandmother/Grandfather looking back at you? Have you ever looked at an old photo and recognized your nose on another family member's face?

Tell the COG all about your family traits and please submit your articles by the deadline, April 15th (Jasia will assess no inheritance taxes - bless her ;-) .

Also, check out Jasia's post "FAQs About The Carnival of Genealogy," for all you need to know about submitting a post. First-timers always welcome and greatly appreciated!

Submit your blog article to the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy using the carnival submission form or select the 46th Edition COG poster in the upper right hand corner of this page. The deadline for submissions is April 15, 2008. Past posts and future hosts can be found on the blog carnival index page.

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I'll See You And Raise You Two

Recently Laura of The Virtual Dime Museum posted an article called From The Ministry Of Silly Hats. The hats were indeed silly, even for 1962.

Well, Laura, I'll see you and raise you two. Here are some decidedly silly hats accompanied by pince nez glasses and pine cone necklaces.


The photograph is a carte de viste taken in Soldin, Germany, now Mysliborz in Poland. You have to wonder is there a silly hat, pine cone necklace wearing German/Polish festival we're not aware of? Jasia, do you know of one? If anyone knows of one please leave a comment and enlighten us all.

Photograph:

Unknown. Photograph. ca. Not researched. Digital image. Privately held by the footnoteMaven, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Preston, Washington. 2007


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