OK. Enough time has been wasted on the agonizing and agonistic misadventures of the United States Government (or lack thereof.) I do hope to live long enough to ingrain some of the History of the World Under Trump into my DNA. Right, I’m not even sure that is possible, about the DNA that is, but the truth is that until about twenty years ago I was not even aware of such a thing. Science was never my bag, although my interests and obsessions lie as much with clouds and rocks, bugs and sea creatures, as any one.
A basic interest in Geneology is in fact part of my basic make-up, due largely if not mainly to my Dad’s Mom, my Grandmother Lillian Turney Piper. The font of knowledge or awareness of our family origins was argueably Lillian’s mother, Ann Avann Turney, of Tenterton, England. OK, enough with the name-dropping.
We lived with the aforementioned forebears until I was three, so direct influence of Great Grandma Ann was by osmosis, so to speak. She no doubt talked with me a lot about family affairs. She also kept personal diaries after the age of about 80, when she was forced to curtail her former active social life and retreat to her home. There she wrote her faithful diary entries…and discussed life and the world with visitors and family. She read daily newspapers and other periodicals, and often wrote and received personal letters.
Visitors included members of social clubs, and church membership. GG Ann was into all sorts of world activities, and wrote poetry. Yes…a poet. There was no WordPress then, of course, no computers or email. The telephone was tied to the wall with a cord, and used only in turn with other people on the line (of course they listened in) so one just stated their business and got off the phone. No texting…no cell phones.
GG Ann was keenly interested, and involved to whatever possible extent, in the WCTU: The Women’s Christian Temperance Union. Their target—Alcohol. I wish that here would follow exciting tales about women in long dresses and big fancy hats smashing bars and bottles with axes. Or at least, rolling pins. I have no details about GG Ann’s adventures with the WCTU, although there are extant examples of her original poetry and quotations clipped from newspapers.
To get back to my new pursuit…as I said earlier, my preoccupation with the United States government (or lack thereof,) only grows by the hour, and has no practical application to my personal blog. My associates, followers, correspondents, critics…mostly are on the same political page wherever they are in our world. Common sense and questionable judgement urges me to stay out of the comment sections of various venues, on the premise that everyone has an opinion and anything I say they will ignore, take offense, or call me names…which hurts my feelings. Preaching to the choir has no direct result except winks and thumbs-ups…and arguing with the posters, trolls or not, is counterproductive and only makes me mad.
This morning a blogger pal reposted an article from a newspaper that mentions the Koch Brothers and hitherto emphasized family (group?) The Mercers. I know who the Koch Brothers are…friends of Trump, I think…but the Mercers? Hmmm, I have decided to find out who these people are, what they are up to, and—if they are related to ME. GG Ann’s grandmother was a Mary Mercer… so that’s my new preoccupation. (stay tuned)
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I’ve always had a problem with ‘-isms’ – communism, socialism, facism, capitalism, republicanism, you name it – because they all seem to miss the point about people. Homo Sapiens doesn’t give a flying fruit bat about politics until things go wrong.
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