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Poetry: I AM STRONG
Published March 3, 2018 by Nan MykelStrong woman and strong poet. Thanks.
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Trump’s Dog and Pony Show
Published March 1, 2018 by Nan MykelI had left the tv on yesterday when I lay down on the sofa for a nap. That’s how I caught the dog and pony show on CNN. I don’t have a working channel changer so I left it on because I’m innately lazy…or was innately sleepy at the time.
So I saw almost all of it, the bi-partisan sham meeting on the huge table with our pres. Reading body language, it seemed his arms folded across his chest was an unconscious attempt to protect himself from many comments. Nancy Pelosi was sitting beside him, at times speaking to him and showing him something on paper. They smiled at each other. Pres. accused someone jokingly of being “afraid of the NRA.”
He said that “we’ve already taken care of bump stocks.” (I don’t know how.)
He was affable and said he had breakfast Sunday with the NRA and that he told them “Enough is enough,” that this nonsense has to stop.
I did note that he nixed the idea of an immediate bill, saying he wanted to craft a large, sweeping bill that would be the best ever, and to include mental health. When asked if he would sign the bill he said he would “Give it my consideration.”
At first I couldn’t understand what was going on, all these elected officials buttering pres. up and throwing him complimentary remarks. I knew making the bill larger made it being passed less likely and taking its vote further away from the high tide of public passion. But how could the invited guests be so vehemently pro?
Then I realized; I was seeing a dog and pony show for voters back home to see how hard their elected official was working to respond to the grass roots movement begun by the remaining high school victims.
P.S. The very next day he visited with the NRA, probably to assure them that nothing had changed.
CHECK THIS OUT
Published February 28, 2018 by Nan MykelDick’s Sporting Goods to Stop Selling Assault Rifles
“If the kids can be brave enough to organize like this, we can be brave enough to take these out of here.”
Has nothing carried over? Funny re-blog
Published February 27, 2018 by Nan MykelFunny!
If we return to earth
each lifetime,
to improve upon our previous self,
I really should be better
at juggling than I am.
II.
And I can just barely use chopsticks.
Dear Hearts…via The Militant Negro site
Published February 25, 2018 by Nan Mykel
Check Out This Posting
Published February 25, 2018 by Nan MykelI’m too confused about Reblog/Press This to do it correctly, so I’m just saying it:
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Dilys Laing Quote
Published February 24, 2018 by Nan MykelForgive me for neglecting to show you that the world is evil.
I had hoped your innocence
would find it good
and teach me what I know to be untrue.
podist.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgive-me- dilys-laing.html
Image: http://www.thetimes.co.uk/…
I DIDN’T KNOW THIS
Published February 24, 2018 by Nan MykelWe’ve got one American military veteran committing suicide on average every hour in this country. Every hour.
Could Donald Trump Cancel the Midterm Elections?
February 23, 2018, 5:01 AM
Ashen
Published February 24, 2018 by Nan MykelPerfect, beautiful! ove it. Great opening line! Good morning.
It’s about time one sits on top of the ash heap and not buried in it. Ashen, sure. It was hard work digging oneself up and out.
There it was. Stood at the side of the concrete path leading to the toilets for days. I picked it up. Brought it indoors. Still have it, at pride of place on the shelf where such things go. Many years later. A thought trundled into my head, a positive to combat the general habit of malaise. Humility is good but too much … you know the saying. It’s about time.
Only one small chip in the rim. It was in there for what must have been really many years. The block of flats had a coal boiler, even then it was an odd thing. 1995. We bathed in an inch of water often. Often it broke. Often the landlord didn’t bother to buy…
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What History Did You Live Through?
Published February 23, 2018 by Nan MykelIn 1985 I attended a Friends General Conference in Pennsylvania. and signed up for an Autobiographical Writing workshop. We were asked to recall our experience of historical events during our lifetime.
I recalled the bombing of Pearl Harbor (my parents brought me to the radio to hear in 1940).
The death of Roosevelt in 1944.
Atom Bomb dropping in 1945
Listening to news of the Bay of Pigs invasion on a city bus in Atlanta, in 1961.
Watching news about the assasination of Kenned, and the shooting of Oswald. (Was it live? It seems so). 1963
The assasination of Martin Luther King in 1964.
Segregation in the South. (A family from the Mule Train stayed overnight with us in Atlanta.) 1968
Watching the First Man on the Moon on tv 1969
OTHERS’ MEMORIES
I took brief notes from the memories of other workshop members:
Berlin Air Lift, spring 1948
During the communistic liberation in China in 1949, saw several professors conscripted to carry baggage for the national soldiers. Students identified the professors and tok their places due to respect, To avoid looting, the town prepared food for the fleeing national soldiers.
On a train in Japan when the civil rights movement was going on.
In October of 1929, was 9 years old and riding a bike during the collapse of the stock market. Parents looking glum, strained. A neighbor, an officer in a bank, shot himself.
One post-sputnik Christmas one woman received a chemistry set. The next spring the family drove four hours to the National Science Fair in Washington, D.C.
Mother crying at Kennedy’s assasination in 1963.
In 1939, while in nurses training, reading of SS troopers breaking the glass of Jewish merchants. The article was titled “The Night of the Broken Crystals.”
Execution of the Rosenbergs–the family was early friends of the Rosenbergs. “Ethel’s not going to leave her kids for an idea.”
Recalling when Nixon and Reagan were elected.
The Depression: “Use it up, wear it out, or do without.” The thrill of getting new fabric for a dress from an aunt. A visit to Hoover Village.
Tornado May 5, 1936. He was a teacher at a school in Tupelo, Miss. It got dark early–lightning, noise, hailstones. He held on to a lawn chair, then let it go. At 9 p.m. it was lit clearly. No injuries at the school. Fires were beginning around the school, but rain began and stopped the fires. Destruction in town. He helped drain hot water tanks for first aid victims. There was a half mile or desruction.
July 3, 1929 (56 years ago, in 1985) Navajo Reservation. They were holding a sing. They played a game where a rock buried in the sand was picked up on horseback. The Choca Canyon bridge washed out.
Geraldine Ferarro’s nomination.
Dartmouth College student pacifists. Interviewing William Buckley on Pacifists. Passing out cigars to celebrate the Cuban revolutiion. (David Greenstein).
Viet Nam war. Daughter going with draft dodging boyfriend to Canada with Peaceniks.
Anyone want to share any of their historical memories?
My parents took us to Florida to watch the launch of Apollo 11. Even miles away, we felt the mighty Saturn rocket in our bodies. As significant as that historic event was, I recall the experience for personal reasons. With the vibrations resonating inside of me, it was the only time as a child I acknowledged my chest. In my young mind, chests were the possessions of “real boys”, a class I was excluded from.–owningitlog
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