Out there, on other threads, on other blogs, on the news and cable, in the streets, there’s plenty of talk about the new Arizona “show your papers” law. Hard to tune it all out..
But this morning I’m going to try—with a purpose—with a little help from you.
Migrant means a whole lot of things to me. Migration. Immigration. Immigrant.
My grandparents were immigrants; Grandpa, dodging his homeland’s draft to come to Dakota Territory and homestead. Grandma, a teenager leaving behind most of her family, paying her passage by contracting as an indentured servant in the New Country. We all have stories of immigration.
Growing up, I remember riding past fields where migrants hoed sugar beets dawn to dusk in the fields. Whole families toiling in the sun’s heat. They don’t do that around here much any more. Now, there are turkeys to gut and pluck. Did they have papers? Do they have papers? Did they just come North from Southern states? Or cross an undocumented border?
Why do you care, Prairie? This is somebody else’s problem. Arizona’s a long way away. Except that it isn’t. Huge chunks of our Upper Midwest population migrate down there every winter, escaping the cold and snow.
And now, we’re seeing the strong wave of migration of pickup trucks with license plates from the south to build pipelines and roust about our Bakken oil shale.
Last weekend, a friend and I attended the FM Symphony’s performance of “Ellis Island: The Dream of America.” Retelling the stories of immigrants from Poland, Greece, Hungary, Italy…Ireland.
For so many of our ancestors who came here with a dream, there were stories of the hardships, too. But for today, I’m contemplating the dream. Because every person toiling now, climbing over fences, paying smugglers for passage, they have a dream, too.
Because it burns in all of us, it’s imprinted on our DNA.
It’s in the turn of our head upward when the great V’s of geese pass over. It’s in hearing the tremolo of the loon’s cry echoing across the lake to signal his spring return. It’s in the sight of a roadside pond a-swarm with trumpeter swans while driving down the spine of Minnesota to meet-up with old friends.
It’s in the worry that the monarch butterflies may not arrive at all this season. They’ve been sparser and sparser the last few years. And their absence will be our loss.
Spring is a time to be mindful of migration. For people, for nature, for the course of the planet. Migration is metaphor, but it is also legalities. And it is legacy.
So this Saturday after Earth Day, on this planet where we are all migrants, after all:
What is your story of migration? How did you get “here”? And what place beckons you?
Oh, and what migration signs have you been noticing this spring?
Pull up a chair…set your inner migrant free, and share…and perhaps one small group can get people thinking about the common dream we share, instead of the borders and biases which divide us. Margaret Mead said it could be so….




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Good Morning and welcome to your longwinded contemplation of your inner migrantness.
I’m amid a personal migration these days as I navigate the new waters of big changes in our family. Widowhood, new children arrived in the big Sunshine clan, weddings to come in the summer. Changes, but opportunities, too.
So that’s made me particularly conscious of making sure that the cure isn’t worse than the disease, and that our laws, as Jon Stewart would say, are not the lupus of our governance.
If you’re new to commenting, step on up and share your story, too. We’re all in this American land of dreams together….
Good morning Prairie Sunshine, and thanks for asking for good immigration stories.
Before I get to that, let me point out that any draconian process that is oriented toward immigrants will ‘migrate’ to the rest of the population in an eyeblink.
My Polish (father’s side) ancestors entered in the 1890s crush and settled in New England mill towns. My mother’s side is Welsh & German & I have no idea when they came over. I do have a copy of Samuel Lee’s (great-great-grandfather?) U.S. Civil War discharge certificate.
Agree with you on draconian processes,eCAHN. Every process should pass the common sense Niemoller test, or shorter, the Golden Rule. How would you like it applied to you….
On those migrating geese, do you know why one side of the V is longer than the other side?
I do not. Educate me.
The longer side has more geese in it. *ducking beneath computer stand*
Okay. It’s ridiculously bright out there today. Good Morning pups. :-)
Careful! That’s Newman’s Extra Bold you’re making me spew this morning.
Thanks sunshine
I too remember the emotions (and fear) the first time I watched migrant workers (complete families) come thru our small rural Minnesota village in the late 50′s. I had never actually seen people of any ethnic background other than Northern European.
Then Mother explained who they were, that they were on their way to the Red River Valley and what their life was like. I couldn’t imagine.
I descend from a line of immigrants 14 generations on one side, 3rd generation on the other.
But my favorite story is not about our family, it’s about a family, friends of my daughter and son. We were at school conferences a few weeks ago. This family is 1st generation. The children were born here, the parents and grandparents were not.
I ran into Jeanette (the mom), she was a bit upset, George was failing Spanish(he’s 15). They immigrated from Mexico. I thought that George’s F was pretty funny. This is a fairly typical melting pot story from out neck of the woods. Most families lost their parent tongue within one or two generations. (I suggested they revert to Spanish at home, she didn’t think her husband could)
Thanks for the nice thoughts this early Saturday morning.
Which Minnesota village? My Scandinavian grandparents farmed on the Minnesota side of the Red.
Interestingly enough, I heard that decades ago, but it works every time I try it on someone new.
You’ve chosen a great topic, but I need to get outside while it’s still cool, so I can wear boots, muck about in the mud to retrieve wood that was cut down last autumn. Later in the day, it gets too sweaty to wear boots. In addition to the mud, the wood is on the other side of a stream. It’s very slow works to move it all (3-4 full sized dead elm trees), so got to do what I can when the circumstances are right.
Have great days, everyone.
In my case, it’s not somebody else’s problem. My father, brother, sister and are Pacific Islander/Asian. They are brown-skinned and frequently mistaken for Hispanic. My brother is married to a Hispanic woman, too.
None of them will comfortably be able to travel in Arizona, even to visit family there, until this racist piece of legislation is jettisoned. Heck, I don’t even know if I can, even though I’m the fairest-skinned member of the family other than my mother.
The Pacific Islander portion of my family didn’t migrate to the U.S.; we were there when the first whites came to Hawaii. His Asian grandfather came to the Islands the same way millions of Americans came here, probably like your own white-skinned forebears — on a boat seeking a better life. But now my father has a birth certificate that the birthers would find more questionable than Obama’s, because he was born in Honolulu while Hawaii was still a territory.
It’s all really f*cking personal.
The migrants were just passing thru, picking up supplies. We’re just north of the Metro. It was like Mayberry growing up, wonderful. But it was too close to the Metro, got overrun. Not too rural today.
Now I will have to kill you
I’ve thought about contexting changes to localize them for people who want to be obtuse. Like hereabouts, what if it wasn’t the color of skin that made you look “illegal” [yeah, Gov Brewer, that is what you signed, despite your protestations]. What if it was hair color?
What if amid all the Scandinavian blondes the redheads were rounded up. They could be Irish, you know.
“It’s in hearing the tremolo of the loon’s cry echoing across the lake to signal his spring return. ”
If measured by voice, the loon is our closest relative.
Ah, northern lakes, time to migrate back to MN for a recharge.
My own personal immigration story starts with the French revolution and a family named Angenine which was minor royalty but like all royalty in France, it was either flee or die so they came penniless and in great haste to the French territory of Louisiana. The next family were fairly poor and from northern Germany named Fehrgaul. These people also came to North America very early on and came through the Cumberland Gap in a party led by Daniel Boone, eventually settling in what would become Indiana. Fast forward a century or two and we find a Fehrgaul, now spelling his name Horrall fighting and dying in the Indiana militia during the American Civil War for the Union, while on the same battlefield, at least two Anginines died fighting as southern conscripts from Louisiana. Fast forward another century and an aircraft tech in the Air Force from Indiana meets a college girl from Oklahoma, whose mother’s family still has deep roots in Louisiana while both are pursuing their respective lives in Houston, Texas and about two years later, I come along. So that’s me: Half French, half German, half Yankee, half secessionist. When people ask me what that makes me, I say “an American”. :-)
Digby refers to the wingnuts as the “lizard brains”, because they live in their reptile brains, the seat of territoriality and aggression.
It’s no wonder most of them don’t believe in evolution– they’ve stopped evolving.
Them irish were always causing trouble anyway, drinking raising hell. It’s good to be rid of them. (and they looked funny next to all of us fair skinned euros) Except my German Grandmother, she was a Redhead – we’ll need an exception.
When people ask me what that makes me, I say “an American”.
And isn’t that the driving force that compels people still to strive for that long journey.
These days our community’s a magnet city for resettling refugees–from Bhutan, Somalia, Eastern Europe–and the city embraces them with education and job training and citizenship classes.
Shhh, don’t tell anyone. My German grandmother was a redhead, too.
On my mother side of the family I have some fairly recent immigrants . One set of great grand parents migrated here from Italy in the early 1900′s. They came through Ellis Island and were what one would call documented aliens. The other set of great grand parents migrated here from Canada by way of Vermont , eventually settling in Providence RI. They did not have ‘papers’, they were illegal aliens having snuck into the country from Canada !
evolution/migration = twin strands of DNA.
Which is why it is so vastly hypocritical for anyone who is not 100% Native American to begrudge others the same opportunities my ancestors and theirs had. Just because my family has been here for much longer makes no difference. These people aren’t concerned about the length of time the newer immigrants have been here like they are wont to say, they are concerned that the more recent immigrants are brown. Period. That’s not so much anti immigrant as racist IMO.
That is so true and we are a hardier people for the genetic diversity but for some reason science is never given any respect or credence in any debate these days. Peoples’ opinions are given more weight than science, as if their opinions are relevant to scientific findings,…
My grandfather emigrated from Quebec to homestead in Minnesota, via Illinois. I believe my mother’s family were ousted from French Canada by the British and arrived in Minnesota via Louisiana and Kansas.
Even as a child I noticed my parents seemed to have no interest in family history, I guess they wanted to fit in. I wondered if there was something to hide. My father once hinted there was native blood somewhere.
In a few weeks my son will migrate back from Toronto. My lake cabin neighbors are migrating back from Arizona and Florida and Nevada and Iowa and….
Migration could just as likely be a two-way street as a one-way journey. What do you guys think? Would some just as soon come here for part of the year, for only a few years?
My wife’s family Merriam , has an interesting history, having migrated here from Kent England and settling in the Lexington Concord area around 1640.
The family cemetery has graves from ancestors that had fought in every major war this country has fought.
One of the early battles of the revolutionary war was fought at a place called Merriams Crossing ,sometime during the day on April 19.
As a young man I had to come to terms with my families impact on the native people that were displaced as we settled here. A trip to Custer National Battlefield was part of that process (one of my great great grandfathers was a member of the Minnesota Civil War volunteer regiment that put down the Sioux Uprising of 1862 (Dakota War) which ended with the largest public hanging in our nation’s history in Mankato, 38 Dakota).
But then I attended a multimedia presentation at the History Center a few weeks back, “Minnesota Memories – Returning Home”. I assumed it would be about us Scandinavians or at least those of Euro descent.
It included the memories of a native women, her thoughts and memories of returning to Minnesota after being away.
The most impacting was when she contrasted her experiences to those of the people that had displaced her ancestors. There is much that binds us in common values and experiences as human.
In a culture where ignorance is applauded, encouraged and enabled, where insecurities are preyed upon with fearmongering and division, stigmatizing fits right in. Every family’s journey carries secrets.
If I had the resources, I’d migrate north for the summers. I’ve been in east or central Texas my entire life but the heat and humidity are brutal and now approaching fifty, I find that it seems worse every year.
Hmmm. Let me see now.
Well, from all the research, it appears the first members of my ancestry to make it here may have come across on land bridges a few centuries back though no actual proof of this, just some supposition based on family traits.
Then there were the four brothers who migrated from England between 1600 and 1620 (I’m from the first of the brothers who came over).
A little German migration in the 1820s and ’30s with the last of the blood hitting these shores from Ireland in the mid-1840s (potato famine days)
In other words, standard America mutt.
Well Texas to California was Mexico until 150 years ago. (Israeli ties to their homeland goes back what 4,000 years.) I say open the borders with Mexico completely. Stop this apparent racism. It’s not like the Mexicans want to wipe out our existence, lol.
Good morning and thanks for the PUAC, Prairie.
Good morning all.
It is deeply dissapointing that so many of my fellow citizens allow themselves to be manulapited so easily by fear of the other. WRT the Arizona law, I keep thinking about the countless families that can trace their roots here back to the time before we stole Texas, New Mexicao, Arizona, Nevada and most of California from Mexico. Americans all. Intended or not, this new Arizona law targets Americans.
Fekin facists. Spit.
Minnesota is blessed with a strong cultural and educational community that shall survive the Paw-plenty and Know-Nothing Bachmann era. The Hjemkomst Center in Moorhead and Bonanzaville in West Fargo give us our touchstones with our immigrant stories.
My aunt came across a birth certificate for my great great grandmother. The birth certificate listed her mothers name as Annie Squirrel . We think she may have been native American to have such a name . Or some one just couldn’t spell !
Another one of them darn drunken Irishmen.
The Irish certainly had their turn as the repressed immigrants
There’s a certain appeal for the not-yet-retired to contemplate a gypsy life, following the snowbirds south for the long, fridgery winters.
Yup, four months are exquisite. May-June and September-October
But I guess you have to experience the other eight to really love those four.
Just kidding, some folks like all of it. You just need to dress or undress appropriately.
Throughout history and in every population we find people who jealously guard what they view as their territory. This behavior is hard wired into us by evolution as a survival skill. These days we call them “conservatives”. There are also a tiny fraction greater number of people who look beyond the basic wiring we all come with and see the bigger picture. See the advantages of overcoming visceral fear in order to grow. Think instead of react. These are progressives. These terms have nothing to do with politics by themselves but tend to have a close correlation.
EDIT: Meant to also point out that one group overcomes the straits imposed by evolution and becomes greater than we were born to be. Now, which group could that be…..? ;-)
Immigration stories Hmmm My Grandmother on my Mom’s side who adopted my Mom was a farmer who knew how to brew her own beer and came to Chicago before Prohibition she did quite well she had a car during the Depression.
Her family lost all their money when they went back to Mexico to avoid the WW2 draft.
My Mom being adopted could return to America and did the rest of the family could visit but never stay in America.
Funny I don’t recall Bush getting this treatment after he dodged the draft and never finished his service.
My Grandfather on my Dad’s side however fought a duel won did not get the girl but he did get a bullet hole and a few knife cuts from the men hired by the father of the man he killed.
My Grandfather left in a hurry met my grandmother in Texas moved to Chicago.
Those middle months are great too if you get far enough North, especially incredible places near Schroeder, Tofte, Lutzen, etc, etc.
Brunching later this morning with a large group, including many who’ve migrated here for the educational/research opportunities of our University. Thanks to the tireless efforts on behalf of ND by our Congressional delegation, we are growing and evolving.
Edit/Add — we are dressing today for rain.
Thunder Boomers outside right now …
I interviewed for a position in Fargo (twice). Sundog communications I think.
CEO wanted to talk about my experiences while working on things that went into space, I don’t care for snirt, but don’t mind filling bags of sand – we were up there for a few days last year :-)
(two years at the air base in grand forks convinced my about snirt)
I don’t have much to contribute, but I am really enjoying reading everyone’s stories. My great grandparents on both sides came from Germany, but I don’t really know their stories. My sister is interested in genealogy and has done a lot of research, but I’m not sure how much of the “story” behind their arrivals she knows.
Thanks for a great PUAC topic, Prairie!
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/20/john-mccains-strange-clai_n_544559.html
This is how McCain justifies his states Immigration bill? Jon forgot he was pro immigration? This strikes me as Confused, Desperate, Senile pandering to immigrant hate groups who think he is the devil?
I don’t see how Jon can win over that crowd.
Know of Sundog, think they’re still around. Not so linked into the local media/adv/pr community these days. Fargo and ND are one of the few bright spots in the economy, but even our stronger economy has not been untouched.
But Bobcat is holding a job fair today. Construction’s going on all around. If you can stand the winters and the snirt, Fargo’s a good place to be.
Gotta split. Busy day ahead. Later pups. :-)
He shouldn’t. Time for John to retire.
There are three innovations that have improved life dramatically since I left MN. 12volt ignitions/fuel injection, front wheel drive and electric garage door openers.
On the other side there is the nutty congresswoman,(I repress her name) and I think I heard people can now carry…. is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to…?
Pffft! There are no more sane Republicans. John McLame showed what he had become and how far he was willing to go to pander when he chose Quitter.
Williston is sure smoking
My mother’s father’s family history is the history of the settlement of New York, her father’s family history is the settlement of New England.
My father’s mother’s family history is the history of Irish immigration starting in 1824 to Five Points then to the Coal Region in NE PA, altho they didn’t stay in the mines very long. His father’s family is the history of Irish immigration to Canada, then down to the Great Plains (and never you mind why that had to happen).
Funny thing, he and his siblings never knew they were all Irish. Altho the families were devoted to the Catholic Church, neither side broadcasted their Irishness, no Irish lullabies for them. No doubt in response to the virulent anti-Irish sentiment back in the day.
Are immigrants intentionally causing accidents I’ve heard of a few Con’s involving intentionally causing accidents but last I checked crime was an equal opportunity kind of thing.
Oil boom times.
Bakken Shield. And no hurricanes to worry about.
Agreed
my ex’s grandfather stowed away from Sicily way back when and became a citizen, and when he married his PA Dutch wife, SHE had to be naturalized!
We’ve always had the right to carry. Rules were tightened up a bit a few years.
I lived in the Northern part of the state for a few years. 85% of adults in that county had permits. (and the required training)
fairly safe place to live. I witnessed the result when some folks ‘passing thru’ town attempted an armed hold up. Didn’t work so well.
What four brothers? mebbe we’re cousins.
There has been some talk on the blogs about that very topic lately.
My son was a migrant worker – snow industry during the winter and rock climbing, hiking industry during the summer. He loved being a llama wrangler, avalanche setter-offer, outdoor search and rescue… but now must think about making a living.
Hispanics are the New Irish. Each wave of immigration brings the same pushback based on NIMBY, I got mine get outa here, and fear. We keep not learning the same lessons of history.
just that darned snirt again …
Sounds like my oldest son Kathryn
where was your son doing the climbing and setting off avalanches? (those are good things for boys to get out of their systems)
which is why we go cross the Red to lake country every weekend–tall timber an excellent filter.
Tell me about it. A week in July paddling and piddling around in the Boundary Waters Canoe Wilderness Area will imprint on you. Just do it if you can!
now that’s funny Elliott
And we all hail from South Africa
My trip count is currently at 56 …
Hey, billybugs – that’s where i live now!
Not Us in the upper Midwest.
We’re Scandinavians !
/s
Ask her now.
Aren’t you curious?
Do my paddling in the Crow Wing Area. A little south of the Boundary, a tad north of the Metro.
ahh youth!
The avalanche thing was in Silverton, Co – insanely beautiful but a real scary drive from Durango! The llama wrangling was in the Pisgah Nat’l Forest of NC pictures
absolutely. It’s universal.
Our town is split between lots of Italian and Irish families, with some Scots mixed in as well. They came to America to work the mines here in WV, and stayed to build the area, generation after generation. You see their stamp on stonework on the older buildings downtown, on the myriad of Italian bakeries that dot the area, and in family from the old country that still immigrate to start afresh here in town. The last wave were folks who were refugees from NOLA and Katrina’s devastation, and currently folks from Michigan who have started coming here to search for jobs that disappeared there.
All of my family came from elsewhere, mostly Ireland. They worked very hard in industrial jobs and menial labor to build something better for the next generation, and so on and so on, just like migrants do today for their children. Which is what disgusts me about the current immigrant hatred — it’s the same nastiness that was stoked about the Irish and the Italians back in the day — all of which was about leveraging hatred and prejudice of the masses who didn’t want to stop and think about being used by people who wanted to use them as leverage for more power for themselves.
History keeps repeating itself with ever-increasing stupidity. The fact that we continue to let it happen is irritating and yet, sadly, predictible, isn’t it?
Seems like many of us here have interesting family histories .
I’m one of those believers in the concept of the US being the melting pot ,throw in all the different nationalities and their cultures and we get Americans.
I welcome people of all races ,I feel everyone has something to offer .
County?
or 5th, 6th, 7th … 11th ?
Well, thankfully the US government finally recognized that American women were not really chattel and changed the law.
Hey, Christy. Welcome “home.” Cherish the wonderful writing you’ve always shared with us.
3rd and 4th are closest, but daily drive-by 7th and a coupla others depending on the direction I’m heading.
http://azstarnet.com/news/local/border/article_c1f5086d-c802-57ad-8b8d-c51515766dd5.html
Motive? Proof, Evidence a suspect in custody? who cares
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/20/john-mccains-strange-clai_n_544559.html
Thanks Jon McCain for defending my Constitutional Rights
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kristallnacht
Jon is using less evidence than the Nazi’s had to start taking away my rights. Any bets the beta chimp is going after Hispanic’s guns next?
Nice to hear from you Christy !
Hope all is well !
*waving to Christy*
((((Christy!!)))) **smooches**
Morning Prairie — it’s a dreary, rainy day here today, and my perennials and veggie garden are drinking it in as I type. Had a moment to pause with a cuppa coffee and wanted to drop in and say howdy. :)
Maybe if that melting pot could be welcomed as a stew, with individual ingredients still evident, instead of the push to make it a slurry. That’s just sludge.
Northern Illinois suburbs I hear locals joke about how the other town is really little Mexico.:) there are a few towns like that.
Nations and boundaries are so imprinted in our heads that we can’t (at least I can’t) look at space photos of the earth without searching for all those boundaries that are just not there.
My father’s family came in 1732 on a debtor ship from England and worked the fields in Carolina. They fought in the Revolutionary War and received a large land grant in South Georgia. Very few ever left that area, but my dad moved the family north in the mid-50s.
My mother’s people are Scotch-Irish for generations. They came over in the late 1800s. I remember visiting my Great-Uncles Francis and Leo at their farm in the early 50s, complete with wood-burning stove, and chickens running around.
Nice pics Kathryn.
Very similar credentials as my oldest, I’ve been able to talk him out of joining Air Force ParaRescue Jumping for two years now. Still holding my breath. Would prefer he not do that.
oh so true.
Hybrid vigor of body and mind.
Hi! Christy:)
Well folks , nice chatting with you all.
Now I must go and work this ancient body ( 50 two months from today )
OK treadmill here I come
See ya !
We summered for 30 years in Bemidji (actually split time all year between there and the metro). Left in 2005.
Friends have places on the 5th and 11th. Spent lots of time there.
Overcast here, and hoping it rains, but not til after brunch–an overflow group for the setting. Could get crowded indoors, but the more the merrier.
The more the merrier.
A good philosophy for blogthreads. And states and countries [I'm lookin' at you, spiteful John McCain.].
Shhh! Ben would jump at that! (oooooh, i did not mean to say that!) Right now he is going to school to be an ER RN, having gotten his EMT and loved it.
I think it’s fear, almost all of it.
Went to elementary school in Bemidji. The post office corner once was my home…make sentimental visits from time to time. Paul and Babe somehow mysteriously shrank over the years….
Back on topic, tho, if someone has the guts and ambition and bravery to pick up and move somewhere unknown in order to make a better life – those are just who we want as neighbors! Sheesh, AZ!
I remember those homes. That community has seen it’s fair share of hate.
A group was going to blow up the federal building 30 years ago – affiliated with Gordon Kahl. They’re released from prison now, but I think they’ve been neutered.
All this conversation is stirring nostalgia for a good migration story. May have to dust off the VHS and watch Lonesome Dove this weekend.
It was the teens making the jokes they seemed fine with it. The parents seemed to have a denial blinder that protected the suburban dream from reality.
I think its the kids who will be saving this country.
We had a thread the other day here, talking about those that will walk for seven days, collect and drink their own urine.
Just to have a chance at starting a life. Sounds like the kind of grit and determination that we have always so respected.
Ah, yes. Posse Comitatus. Gordon Kahl’s group and the shootout in Medina ND. They had ties down in Missouri and Arkansas as I recall. Rounded them up there. Hate knows no borders.
No, East Africa.
For those who might be curious what Prairie and Lbrty are referring to, here is a visual aid:
http://files.dnr.state.mn.us/maps/canoe_routes/crowwing.pdf
But don’t look now, wait till after the thread.
And so nice to see you, Christy. .
PW’s thread’s up. Incurious Mike. Kinda sums ‘em all up, eh?
I had never heard of “snirt” and the definition has me laughing.NW Indiana has lots of snirt in the winter.
And not far away is Itasca, where the Mighty Mississippi begins. A lot of different rivers feed into growing that wee stream as it flows. Many states, many communities, each adding to the whole.
Something to contemplate.
Kahl was hid for several weeks in Bemidji. Then headed to your neck of the woods.
They had plans to blow up the Federal Building with ampho in the early ’80s. Same setup as you’ve seen. Yellow rental truck etc etc.
Not particularly. I have NO idea why it’s so, but I have zero interest in genealogy or ancestry. Maybe it’s genetic and my sister got all the genes or something.
Good morning, Christy, and HUGS. Good to see you here. I put my daughter onto your blog, which I just discovered this week.
hey thanks
that brought back memories. My Grandparents (and my dad) lived in Park Rapids in 1932 for one year. Favorite lake to fish was Potato.
Kids and I have also fished it many many times.
South Africa for humans, along the east coast.
A lifetime driven by hate. Sad, sad, sad.
Something to look at–just in the bkground on MSNBC–’cause we can’t let sad, sad, sad be the end of the thread :-)
1000awesomethings.com
It is incredibly sad. And they weren’t ignorant.
One of the boys was retired. And hold on, you won’t believe this. He was a Rocket Scientist. Had helped design and develop the Saturn 5.
Just was a bit ‘out there’ politically
Virtually our entire nation is from immigration.
If we all embrace that, truth and love will win out !
thanks for the great thread this morning ms Prairie Sunshine – c ya
The fruits of abusing children. So simple, so obvious. Yet the right is dead set against any recognition let alone any attempt to reform parenting. It’s a god given inalienable right of parents, you know, to beat their kids.
http://www.alice-miller.com/index_en.php
Olduvai Gorge in the Great Rift Valley near Lake Victoria in Tanzania, East Africa. I grew up there.
East central Africa actually.
Can you share with us where/ what blog Christy is doing?
Local paper recently had a business profile of a counseling service…they now do therapies with children as young as two instead of delaying until they themselves “act out” as teenagers. Trying to break the cycle.
::waves at Christy::
Hello from the AZ border. Everyone I know is aghast at this; the ones who aren’t haven’t thought it through. I’ll be carrying my passport with me at all times, you bet.
But you know, I can’t wait till the Tribal Police start asking the Minutemen for their immigration papers.
Ack! Buchanan ranting on MSNBC, time to migrate to HGTV.
Just desserts.
Now that’s funny
Sarah may need to think twice about bringing Todd and the young’uns with for her next carny show in AZ.
Christy had a link to her new blog on Facebook earlier this week I believe (with pics of the Peanut’s b’day celebration)
In other news:
They are still beating kids (for their own good. /s) in Temple TX schools
http://dallasmorningviewsblog.dallasnews.com/archives/2010/04/paddlings-conse.html
Don’t know why they haven’t thought of “paddling” in Gitmo, it’s proven effective in reforming behavior in Tample.
A few years ago I saw a computerized animation of migration patterns that covered a few hundred years. It pretty much changed my take on the subject of im-migration. “Imprinted on our DNA” indeed. Mom’s side back to Copenhagen, Granddad to Wales, Grandma to some Scots that took up with the early Mormons.
And how better to see our hypocrisy than through humor:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAOQtp-3b48&NR=1
In response to beth meacham @ 127 (show text)
I once inadvertently wandered onto Tribal Land while hunting.
A group of Tribal hunters approached, armed (heavily) and asked what the hell I was doing.
“Hunting” I sheepishly answered. Luckily one of the fellows had seen me at the nearby University that he also attended.
After a proper dressing down, they escorted me off. Very strange experience for a ‘White’ American.
Mornin’, PS, pups
I’m not Native American so I come from immigrant stock.
Two brothers, not-so-distant heirs to the throne of France, settled in the Carolinas in the early 1750s to escape the wrath of the king. From the Revolution to Viet Nam we fought in every war the US engaged in. My great-great grandfather was a Captain in the South Carolina cavalry and lost an arm and an eye during the Civil War. I was the first of the family born outside of South Carolina. My grandfather was a Bonus Marcher and sent for his wife and son after he found a job picking up trash in DC after Eisenhower and MacArthur broke up the Marchers and destroyed their tent city.
My dad spent a number of years putting together our geneology but he died before I ever saw the results of his endeavours. I’m meeting with my brother for the 1st time in 30 years next week and I’m going to ask him what has happened to that stuff,
Mornin’, Christy. Hugs and lotsa love.
Thanks molly — it’s not a huge thing, just a personal blog that I’ve been doing on and off on blogspot since 2007 or so. Mostly to keep various relatives up on what we are doing, and friends up on what I’m working on at the moment. Taking a break from politics has been really helpful for me health-wise, but I needed to keep up with the writing, lest my brain explode. *g*
::waves back to Beth::
I owe you an e-mail this week. Hope things are going well with you. :)
Having just read your morning post, I really look forward to that email.
A nephew and a brother of my great great grandfather’s were interned at Andersonville. The nephew died there.
But my great great grandfather probably fought against yours during that one. Several generations earlier we were in the Virginia Volunteers, maybe fighting with ya (revolution).
I’m talking about the human race as we know it.
I’m talking about the human race as we know it
added: Pinnacle Point in South Africa
Christy, can you leave your bloglink here for your FDL “family”? I understand about the ebb and flow of blogging. And about needing to take mini-semi-quasi- sabbaticals from time to time. Or intending to… :-)
a propos de l’Arizona: Hommage a Alfonso Bedoya
May be some of the progressives and liberals in Arizona should print up some T-shirts that read, “I AM AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT” and wear them around Tucson and Phoenix and elsewhere. These words would surely constitute “probable cause” for the police to check on immigration status. (carry your voter registration card and/or your passport (expired OK) with you). If the police ignore persons wearing these T-shirts, we will have proof positive of selective enforcement and racial profiling.
Cheers.
My father’s grandmother lived through the burning of Atlanta, when she was very small. I think her family was from Wales. She married a minister and moved to Oklahoma.
On my mother’s side, the family here goes back to before the Revolution. Jewish, English, Irish, Native American.
I can’t help but wonder if this is evidence of a divergence of cro-magnon/neanderthal geneaology. Culture/nurture vs nature, culture/nurture AND nature?
Or the Eloi and the Morlocks… never know….