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maeve66Day 287: I don't have a (recent) silly picture of me and friends. I'm not sure I have a picture, scanned, that would qualify as that at all, ever.
Day 288: I don't post on Tumblr. If I grudgingly admit that I can substitute Livejournal for that other thing, the last thing I posted on LJ that was NOT part of this meme was about horrible beginning-of-the-year teacher meetings.
What I am doing right now, apart from being so busy with teaching that I do not have time to write daily 365 entries, is being obsessed with Ancestry.com. Have I already said this? I am sure it is a deep Mormon plot to more easily retroactively convert and baptize all my dead ancestors -- and all your dead ancestors too -- but my god it's useful. And since I don't give a fuck about religion anyway, why should I care if Mormons imagine they've swelled their heavenly host with a parade of dead Millers, Meeks, Dobbinses, Wardingleys, Priests, Forans, Quirks, McCanns, Wilkinsons, Grindles, Dinsmores, Gobles, and so on back.
Notice that essentially my background is English, Scots, and Irish. But mostly English and Irish. They very dedicatedly married each other, going back hundreds of years on all sides. We're not much of an American mixture, really. My sister and I thought there were some Germans somewhere, but it turns out not -- just, my great-grandmother's mother married a German guy after her deadbeat drunk Irish husband either died or was divorced. He died in 1891, and she was having two more kids by the German guy by 1899, so I say it was death, and not divorce. I thought divorce sounded funny for back then in The Olden Days.
Anyway, it is completely, completely addictive. You can link up to other people's public genealogies and check where your information overlaps, and that allowed me to (checking documents, too) push back several generations beyond anything I'd imagined possible, at least with the English. Not with the Irish, or the Yorkshire estate workers. Their roots go to about the mid 1700s and stop.
I have a stupid child-borne pathogen of some sort this weekend -- go back to school, get all their germy germs, every year. It has made me cough and sputter and have a miserably sore throat and be unable to go out and about. But at least it hasn't made me unable to sit at a computer. There's that.
Day 288: I don't post on Tumblr. If I grudgingly admit that I can substitute Livejournal for that other thing, the last thing I posted on LJ that was NOT part of this meme was about horrible beginning-of-the-year teacher meetings.
What I am doing right now, apart from being so busy with teaching that I do not have time to write daily 365 entries, is being obsessed with Ancestry.com. Have I already said this? I am sure it is a deep Mormon plot to more easily retroactively convert and baptize all my dead ancestors -- and all your dead ancestors too -- but my god it's useful. And since I don't give a fuck about religion anyway, why should I care if Mormons imagine they've swelled their heavenly host with a parade of dead Millers, Meeks, Dobbinses, Wardingleys, Priests, Forans, Quirks, McCanns, Wilkinsons, Grindles, Dinsmores, Gobles, and so on back.
Notice that essentially my background is English, Scots, and Irish. But mostly English and Irish. They very dedicatedly married each other, going back hundreds of years on all sides. We're not much of an American mixture, really. My sister and I thought there were some Germans somewhere, but it turns out not -- just, my great-grandmother's mother married a German guy after her deadbeat drunk Irish husband either died or was divorced. He died in 1891, and she was having two more kids by the German guy by 1899, so I say it was death, and not divorce. I thought divorce sounded funny for back then in The Olden Days.
Anyway, it is completely, completely addictive. You can link up to other people's public genealogies and check where your information overlaps, and that allowed me to (checking documents, too) push back several generations beyond anything I'd imagined possible, at least with the English. Not with the Irish, or the Yorkshire estate workers. Their roots go to about the mid 1700s and stop.
I have a stupid child-borne pathogen of some sort this weekend -- go back to school, get all their germy germs, every year. It has made me cough and sputter and have a miserably sore throat and be unable to go out and about. But at least it hasn't made me unable to sit at a computer. There's that.