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Yes, I remember reading somewhere the story of my ancestor Hugh Calkins, who came to America in 1640 from England or Wales with Pastor Welch. However, I do not remember any mention of Cats in the Calkins family. For the law of Catt-O!s you might have to look elsewhere because I really never understood what they were talking about, as if I should care about Templar curiosities.

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Yes, perusing the genealogical records, one cannot help but wonder why this worthless idiot Turner Trice is yet screaming in my ear after all these years. We are not related in any way to this Turner riff-raff of Oklahoma, fortunately for us. My grandmother's brother John Cecil was one of those distant relatives who apparently fell of the map, what was he doing in Rhode Island nobody knows or cares to be bothered with learning more about them, I don't understand. If there were money to be doled out to relatives, certainly they would probably have their address information on file at the office of central headquarters. Beyond that, I really don't see the point of prolonging this useless dialogue with persons who have no capacity to reckon. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really don't understand why they are so fascinated with the existence of Daniel, a working class guy of no special importance beyond being a distant cousin of sorts. Not seeing any need to be gratuitously negative, better to leave each his own, so that if Daniel has his own special private arrangements, that means nothing to me, myself preferring to maintain my own separate identity, apart from them, because anyway they would never think of doing anything helpful such as, for example, producing some paperwork so that we could all see what that was all about. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is not exactly what I heard, but whatever happened, I am not going to stick my neck in that trap. Shoot yourself!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school I did enjoy reading that novel by Catherine Marshall, "Christy," which although not a history lesson, does give a general idea of how those Appalachian people are in the backwoods of maybe West Virginia, generically speaking, maybe a hundred or more years ago. Yes, I suppose that it could have been interesting to learn more about that later, but as it happens I never did go to Appalachia, nor do I have much interest now in remembering some fictional character that I never met, or else the ghosts of who they really were, at least not under these conditions. Sometimes there are forks in the road that we cannot return to later even if we had wanted to or even thought of doing that. I read some of her other books also, including "Something More," although perhaps the story of "more" would be wasted on you. Perhaps you would not understand. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my family lived in San Bernardino, California, for about four years, when I was ages 4-7. During that time, while we were living in that house that belonged to the church, I was outside one day playing in the side yard and there was this black girl walking down the street carrying a big stick. I can't remember. Did I say something to her first or was she the first to yell at me? There was some sort of verbal exchange but it is all very fuzzy in my mind now.

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Yes, I cannot even imagine why I would need to discuss my personal life with your irrelevant Dixie of no interest to me. What did you do, kill the children? I don't understand what happened there, I never really heard that story told in any logical way that would make any sense to me that I would thereafter be able to comment intelligently on the topic, because at the moment I know absolutely nothing about that.