Which Reminds Me

Yes, here we go again, referring to the story of which I know very little, almost nothing, about how my Mom's Cousin Gradin Newsom came to serve as the model for a statue of a native American tribal person. I just have no idea how that happened. I cannot speak for the Newsoms, I only know that as for the family of his mother, my Mom's Aunt Audrey, we used to think that we had some Indian heritage, but actually the recent DNA tests show nothing at all, only English, Scottish and Irish, no clue yet for the Indian theory. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a time when our youth pastor Dan Duval was paying too much attention to me, to the point that it became sort of uncomfortable to be around them, and I began to want to leave and not have to deal with them again. And then later, was that in person or online, I forget, but later Jeanie was saying that she was expecting me to run away with her husband, that I had ruined their relationship by merely existing. Oh, I'm sorry. Weird that she would want to get ride of him so easily, but no, I will not be available later to go to her house to do her laundry and sweep her floors and do whatever she wants. No. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was nice of Rick to hire me. 

I vaguely remember one day at work he was saying that I should find a cause on which I could focus my energies, and thus become a crusader type of journalsim. I know that he meant to be encouragung when he said that. And of course, that is one theory about journalism that some people are attached to. However, I somehow think that only one cause would make me some sort of one-hit wonder, and wouldn't I eventually get bored of hammering on the same cause over and over again, when actually there are some causes I might prefer to avoid, and other cause that do not inspire me personally, although if assigned to do the work maybe I could think of some way to present that without having to make it a personal thing about me.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember years ago, after I started working for newspapers, the first time that there was a correction issued in the paper due to some mistake that I had made, and that was so very embarrassing, but anyway, it was more important to not mislead people and to have no intent to deceive, so sometimes we just have to bite the bullet. But as my boss was saying, if I am about 95% accurate I am doing OK, so that made me feel better because anyway it really is almost impossible to be perfectly accurate all of the time. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to occasionally remember that I have agreed to evacuate the planet and to leave no further issue, so I really see no reason to continue this discussion about whatever that was. However, you are not helping me very much with my plan to leave no further issues behind if you try to provoke another argument. If I had a job, I would probably write about whatever issues were relevant to that particular job, so that's fine, that is work. But, given that my blood type just doesn't matter in the current scheme of things, I might as well make this as simple as possible for everyone concerned, thus the plan for me to evacuate the planet and leave no further issue behind. Enough said about that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that while we were living in El Salvador, we sometimes hired a seamstress to make clothes for us, because it was not that easy back then to find good clothing in stores, and it was quite affordable to hire a seamstress or dressmaker. You could pick a picture, buy the fabric and associated notions, and take this to the seamstress, who would from the picture whip up a dress or blouse and pantsuit to fit your body exactly from your measurements. Our seamstress' name was Leticia and she did a very good job for us, I always thought. But while we were there, Leticia was our seamstress. I think the Stewarts and maybe other missionaries also hired her. 

Years later, I was getting online messages from some people, I was not sure how they were related to our seamstress Leticia, saying things about how she has moved up in the world of the garment industry and is no longer available to work for us. Ok, fine! So the clothing industry there has changed their systemand I do not want to sound like I would begrudge someone else's success in hitting the big-time of the fashion industry with their sewi g talents. But also, I am long gone from there anyway, so why am I hearing all of this stuff? Anyway, it was not me who did that sewing. 

I can only guess from some things I heard, that the U.S.-based garment industries went down there big time and hired many of the good seamstresses who are no longer available to work for white people because they have moved up in the fashion world. Now they make really big money working for everybody, and expensive clothing sold in U.S. stores is now often found to be made in El Salvador. Wel, isn't that nice/ My, how things change. 

Coincidentally, I noticed from the high school alumni news that our classmate Joan was working for The Gap. I don't remember if I ever shopped there or not,  maybe a pair of jeans or something, I forget. 

 I really never have much thought of Joan. I was not paying that much attention to what she was doing later. I am a person who shops now and then, but I have no insider connection to the garment industry.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am about up to hear listening to the online complaints of John talking about his whacky witch mother, as if that resembled me. And I cannot even say anything because I really do not remember her. They were not really that important except in their own minds.