I have a confession to make. I'm about to bore you to tears. Okay, maybe not literally, but I'm writing about something I find terribly exciting, and there are those of you, dear readers, who may not agree. So I'm giving you an out. Right now, just stop reading. Is anyone still there? Good. Because we're about to get "knotty." I love to knit. There, I said it. If I could do nothing but knit, read, write, and drink tea, I'd be a very contented person. Not exciting, just contented. I've been knitting for a few years now. I wish I could say I learned from my grandmother or something that sounds much better than "I learned from Youtube." Actually, that doesn't sound too bad--Youtube is pretty indispensable when it comes to knitting. You can watch videos of all the stitches, which makes it easier to catch on sometimes. Up until recently, though, my knitting has not been varied. I knit scarves (the essential beginner project). I've ...
How much do you know about where you came from? I'm talking big picture here, not what you know about your home town or state. Genealogically. Most of us know stories that have been passed down. We know that our grandmother's family has Irish roots, for example, and that our several-greats-grandfather fought in the continental army or that our great-grandmother's cousin just disappeared and there was never any trace of him after the Crash of '29. But how much do we really know about our ancestors? I am a bit of a genealogy nut--most of my family seems to be--and I have an ancestry.com account, which has proved most interesting to peruse. But all I know are names and some dates--I don't know anything about the kind of people they were, what they liked or disliked. They had children--were they good parents? Did she have a special recipe that she made at Christmas? Did he have a hobby like whittling or playing the guitar? Were there places she alwa...
Yesterday, there was an election. Did you vote? I'm not asking for whom; as I told my students, I can't discuss that. The privacy of the voting booth could be likened to that of a priest or doctor/patient confidentiality {at least when you teach school...not everyone falls under that level of secrecy}. When my students asked me who I voted for, I told them I couldn't tell them because I wasn't allowed to influence their opinions or views on things. "But," I told them, "what's most important is that I voted." {Yes, I just quoted myself there.} Are you aware that our country has been in existence since 1776? That, on a global scale, our country is a mere fledgling at only 240 years old? And that women have only had the right to vote for less than one hundred of those years? 96 years. Women have been able to vote for only 96 years. That's 24 presidential elections. And that's pathetic. Yesterday, my Facebook status r...
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