Which Reminds Me

I once wrote a term paper about Thomas Nast, an important figure in the history of journalism. However, I don't think I delved deeply into the subject of Santa Claus aspect of Nast. Machelle Bush might remember that. I really don't remember much about that.

Which Reminds Me

I remember that while I was living in Virginia in filling out some form I did not tick the box waiving my right to know. I don't remember why. So this means that if I could remember what that was I could still go back and demand to see the file or record except that I have forgotten what that was so whatever. Anyway, I am pretty sure that I was not applying for a job in television. I am so NOT photogenic enough to be on camera, NOT strong enough to lug heavy equipment, NOT techie enough to understand about engineering and managing the various dials and knobs and switches and whatever it is they do in TV land. I seriously doubt that God would have wanted me to waste time contemplating a career in television when I am so obviously unsuited for that field. Sandy got a TV job but she got there a couple of years earlier. Those who came later were turned away. Thus it was not necessary to rub in this point, as if the nattering nabobs of negativity of Agnew's parlance were still out there sawing logs. Notwithstanding the value of new agriculture, I suppose that my acceptance of illegal bribe funding would have disqualified me from running for office except that I had never contemplated politics of the electoral variety. And also I do not recall ever accepting bribe funding from specially interested parties. I never did seek employment in the field of advertising notwithstanding my having taken one copywriting class. Maybe I had a way with words, as the teacher commented, but my prospects did not seem promising. So many directions to contemplate, so little time. I just can't do everything and still have a life. And yet with no husband to share a life with, there will be nothing for me to do but work work work to pay for my own life. Which means that I am sort of stuck between a rock and a hard place in a manner of speaking.

Which Begs the Question

Who on earth is this Amy Harsh that we should be mindful of her? I never knew that Amy existed so I really do not see why the Harsh people imagine that I would be writing a book about them.

Which Reminds Me

Only by recent diggings around on Ancestry.com do we learn of the existence of Barbara Barth. Oh, I had not known of the existence of this product of Mrs. Jenkins and family. It took quite a lot more digging to figure out that her husband was Carl Harsh and this why their three children are Harsh by name. So? Were the Harsh ones expecting to get a prize for being obnoxious monsters? No, I think they are the ones who should apologize for treating all the distant relatives like garbage, as if we would know anything about it.

Which Reminds Me

At SCC while rooming with Cori I thought that I did my fair share of taking my turn at cleaning the room. However, when she came up with a whole new scheme in which she would be the boss giving orders to me, the maid, I rebelled. I did not cooperate with that pathetically stupid scheme and that was the end of that. After all, just because Cori's mother's maiden name was Jenkins, that did not mean that we were related in any way to the crude and vulgar Nipper family. My great-grandfather's brother married a Jessie Jenkins but I doubt there could be any family connection there to the Nippers. And even if there was, that would not make me the maid or employee in their family's business, thanks anyway.

And anyway, I do not recall ever signing any contract pledging lifelong loyalty to Cori Nipper and her dog Jody. There was no legally binding agreement requiring that I eat Cori's putrid cooking for the rest of my life. I like cheese, unlike Cori. I don't know where Cori got that pathetically stupid idea in her sick head that I would be her lifelong friend and property to be disposed of at her whim.

There is no reason for the crude and vulgar Dutch to assume that any obligation ever existed on my part to lift them out of hell that they built for themselves. Am I God? No, obviously not. All the books in the world would not suffice for mankind to achieve salvation on his own, which is why the Gospel writers including only the essentials. As John says in John 21:25: "Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written."

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that someone remembers how I used to come home from high school every day about 4:30 p.m. and head to the refrigerator for a snack, often a piece of wheat bread, so delicious all on its own, and a glass of water. My sister joked that I was like a prisoner subsisting on bread and water. The other thing I might snack on would be my own version of a pickle sandwich, something that nowadays I probably would not think of but at the time was something that I would make for myself. I don't quite remember anymore what exactly I used except I am sure there was cheese. I like cheese, unlike some other people I could think of. So it would be my sister, also the maid, and maybe my sister's friend Conchi, who would probably remember that about me. Sad about Conchi traitorously turning her back on Christianity and turning Jehovah's Witness. We thought those people knew better but my sister was the one who dragged her along everywhere. I really never liked having that pathetically dumb person underfoot but when do I ever get what I want?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how could I forget the time that David Hoskins accused me of being a "Valley" girl. I had inserted the word "like" in some grammatically incorrect place of a sentence. Another common misconstruction is to place the word "not" at the end of a sentence so that everything you just said is categorically denied. Yes, and don't I know what I am doing? And don't we all have to speak the local dialect at one time or another in order to communicate with these pathetically simple-minded persons so that they will be receptive to the Gospel message which is our ultimate goal in communication as per the Great Commission which has not yet been revoked that I ever heard of? Did not Jesus communicate mostly in the Aramean dialect of his time? So whatever. I fail to recall David Hoskins ever having anything intelligent to say about anything so I am even less impressed to see this yet-another-tidbit in circulation.