Thursday, November 28, 2013

Disregarding the Sec of State for these United State’s dumbness, it shapes to be a Thanksgiving Day.

Have a good one. You and yours.


I have a choice of several tid-bits today. I’ve opted to go with another story from Housekeepers recent visit.

She’s maintained for many years that she doesn’t need a computer. Many of her employers have and use computer, to include the Library in her home town. Then her hubby’s sister died and left them a computer.

For several months thereafter Housekeeper would bring up the subject of a computer, the costs and etcetera. I’d show her on mine, how to use a mouse, what this or that was. Mean while, her hubby started playing games on their computer (not hooked to the net).

Housekeeper first said that hubby was spending an inordinate amount of time playing game, then complained that he was neglecting work projects playing game on the computer, then gave up mentioning hubby and the computer completely unless asked.

That sounds familiar.

Then the two of them began, when Housekeeper hired on to the Library, using the terminals in the library. They used them shopping for parts for their various hobbies and then clothing, and then . . . well, one may suppose how that progressed.

This past visit Housekeeper indicated she had been searching for her parentage on the computer at the library.

As I get many writing ideas from researching others backgrounds from such searches, I asked Housekeeper her fathers last name and her maiden name. She indicated she was more interested in her mothers side – which I allowed as normal, using my mothers interest in her side of the family and the time and effort she expended researching it.

A phenomenon which as I’ve grown older I’ve found more prevalent, having assumed the female taking the male genealogy.

Anyhow, Housekeeper indicated that she could use my help in researching hers and gave me her mothers name, her grandmothers name and her great-grandmothers name. She then added a caveat.

The birth certificates for my great grandmother, Housekeeper said, show no fathers for the her two daughters.

But, Housekeeper, that means you’re a bastard; I exclaimed.

No, she said, that means my grandmother was a bastard. I had a father.

Then she asked if I would help her research.

Which, knowing my mind set, I agreed to. Not, however, without telling Housekeeper that perhaps my statement was true.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey


About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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