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A 2010 Blog - More Aimless 'stuff'

What is that saying: The only constant is Change . . . or something like that . . .

Blogs blogs blogs - A New 2010 Blog - more aimless musings (how aimless can one be? you ask).

Well . . . apparently - VERY!



Check out the 2010 meandering aimless mumblings . . . and I invite you to jump in and comment now and again - when the fancy strikes you . . . when we are interested in some of the same topics . . . I've discovered that there are connections everywhere and our interests are varied.

A new year . . . good life . . . guilt

My Aimless Stuff is now on the WordPress blog. However, every now and then I get lonesome for my Very First Rambling Blog!

Andrew Sullivan says that "A blog is in many ways a continuing conversation."

can't do any more

Most of my Aimless Thoughts are now on Aimless Musings . . . VERY aimless . . .

blogging blogging

Whoops!

Seems as though WordPress is now having some problems - thus This Site has MOVED BACK!

OR - maybe I will just continue to post on both blogs . . . hmmmmm - Aimless Musings in general and this Seguin blog with MORE aimless thoughts . . .

And, as Dear Hubby would say: "Who cares??"

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Haywood Shepherd "Possum" Hansell - Family Information

Haywood Shepherd "Possum" Hansell was born September 28, 1903 in Fort Monroe, Virginia. He was educated at Georgia School of Technology, graduating in 1924. He married Dorothy "Dotta" Rogers in 1932 in Waco, Texas.

Haywood Shepherd Hansell was the son of Haywood Shepherd Hansell, Sr. (1875-1868) and Susan Wharton "Suzie" Wilson.

• Haywood Shepherd Hansell, Sr. was the son of William Andrew Hansell (1843-1907) and Antonia Sabina Jones (1847-1917)
• William Andrew Hansell was the son of Andrew Jackson Hansell (1815-1881) and Caroline Clifford Shepherd (1821-1899)
• Andrew Jackson Hansell was the son of William Young Hansell (1794-1867) and Susan Byne Harris (1797-ca1873
• William Young Hansell was the son of John W. Hansell and Patsy Sammon

Georgia Tech Archives: Class of 1924 Haywood Shepherd Hansell, Jr., Sigma Nu Mechanical Engineering "Possum" Fort Benning, Georgia This boy’s nickname is the most appropriate thing that ever happened. Not that he is ever caught napping, but he certainly looks like his namesake as he makes his appearance for those eight o’clocks. His other qualifications include an ever-present pipe and an operatic tenor, slightly used. Oil Can Club; Scabbard and Blade; Free Body Club; Lieutenant Colonel, R.O.T.C. "Anything to keep from working, even to joining the Army." Major General Haywood Hansell USAF Resources: Blue Print 1924; Actual photo
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In my post about my Cherokee ancestor, Richard Bark Foreman, I made mention of Attorney William Young Hansell, who represented the Cherokee nation in their suit against the State of Georgia.

I welcome any readers who come upon this post who are interested in researching these (my) families - would certainly like to exchange and share research information.

William Andrew Hansell Notes

Copied from THE CHILDREN OF PRIDE - A True Story of Georgia & the Civil War, edited by Robert Manson Meyers, published 1972 HANSELL, WILLIAM ANDREW (1843-1907) Merchant, son of Andrew Jackson Hansell (1815-1881) and Caroline Clifford Sheppherd (1821-1899), was born in Marietta, Georgia on August 10, 1843. At the outbreak of the Civil War he was attending the Georgia Military Institute (Marietta); he volunteered for service and became adjutant in the 35th Regiment Alabama Infantry. In August 1862 he entered the corps of engineers as second lieutenant; in June 1864 he came to Atlanta to aid in the city defenses. After the war he planted in northern Alabama; in 1879 he settled in Atlanta, where he engaged in the fertilizer business for twenty-five years. He was a vestryman of St. Philip's Episcopal Church from 1895 until his death. He died in Atlanta on January 4th, 1907, survived by his wife, Antonia Jones (1845-1917) and was buried in Oakland Cemetery. __________________________________________________

Additional information about Haywood Shepherd "Possom" Hansell on Aimless Musings.

Columbus, Texas

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Tucumcari Photographs

Patsy Bottoms, Patsy Snyder
1952

Tucumcari 'stuff' on Aimless Musings

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The Barter System

I recall my father teaching young men in the San Luis Valley the printing profession. In payment, the priest who initiated this occupational service for the youth would pay my father in wine. My dad didn't drink wine. My mom didn't drink. Period. Thus, after their deaths, my siblings and I discovered in the old cedar chest - bottle after bottle of crystallized wine.

A great deal of the work he did for others was for nothing. That was him.

My mom was a marvelous seamstress; we would window shop and I would point out dresses that I particularly liked. Then, entering the store, my mother would examine the dress, go home and sew the same dress for me! Oh, how fortunate I was. She also did sewing for friends and neighbors and did not accept any payment. But of course, these friends and neighbors would grace us with something like home-grown vegetables, canned fruit, an especially pretty beaded evening purse for me (at twelve years of age!!) from an aged neighbor who probably had it on her arm in the 1920s with her flapper dress swirling as she danced.

My father also did a lot of print shop work for Orval Ricketts at the Hustler Press in New Mexico and I recall the payment for one particular job: a lovely Two Grey Hills rug. Trade. Barter. It's back.

The Barter System

The exchange of goods and services remains mostly local matter, the Internet is taking corporate barter to new heights.

Airline Reservations Network in Orlando, Fla., sold $800,000 worth of airline tickets last year without receiving a nickel of cash. How? Company president Scott Bender says it's because his company embraces barter. "We barter airline tickets for printing, advertising space and employee benefits," says Bender. "Barter boosts our profitability by opening up a whole world of opportunity."

Financial Executive, January 1, 2001

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Man in the kitchen - with eggplant

Dear Husband
Bless his heart
fried
delicious
eggplant.
He labored.
I enjoyed!

Seen on the internet

The towels above are not what I saw on an internet blog, accompanied with the prayer: "Dear God, please let me look this hot when I'm in my 40s. Amen."

The photo on Yvette's Texas blog was of a very pretty young girl wearing . . . not much . . .

I love her prayer!!

What is our legacy?

In the midst of a world that is too big and too fast, a world where information rules like a dictator and news travels like a virus, it is easy to be overcome by the hopelessness of the world and the helplessness of we, its keepers. What impact can we have? What traces will we leave behind?


History, I believe, is not the story of grand acts and masterpieces. History, instead, is the inexorable accumulation of tiny events--footsteps and glances, hands in soil, broken promises, bursts of laughter, weapons and wounds, hands touching hair, the art of conversation, the rage of loss. Historians may focus on the famous, familiar names--but history itself is made, day after day, by all those whose names are never known, all those who never made a proclamation or held an office, all those who were handed a place on earth and quietly made a life out of it.


So, what do we affect during our lifetime? What, ultimately, is our legacy? I believe, in most cases, our legacy is our friends. We write our history unto them, and they walk with us through our days like time capsules, filled with our mutual past, the fragments of our hearts and minds. Our friends get our uncensored questions and our yet-to-be-reasoned opinions. Our friends grant us the chance to make our grand, embarrassing, contradictory pronouncements about the world. They get the very best, and are stuck with the absolute worst we have to offer. Our friends get our rough drafts. Over time, they both open our eyes and break our hearts. Emerson wrote, "Make yourself necessary to someone." In a chaotic world, friendship is the most elegant, the most lasting way to be useful. We are, each of us, a living testament to our friends' compassion and tolerance, humor and wisdom, patience and grit. Friendship, not technology, is the only thing capable of showing us the enormity of the world.


Stephen Dietz, 1992.
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Friendship exists, complete and absolute from the beginning. You don’t make friends, you recognize them.

I Want to Thank My Brain for Remembering Me

"When I was first starting to cover stories, I went to the auction of the great horse Nashua, in the main offices of the Hanover Bank, then at 60 Broadway. Nashua's owner, William Woodward Jr., had been shot by his wife, who said she mistook him for a prowler in their Long Island home. The racing stable was put up for auction. Nashua was separate. Nashua was a great champion. They took the returns at the bank."

I Want to Thank My Brain for Remembering Me by Jimmy Breslin

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April 23, 2009 - Jimmy Breslin's daughter dies.

Cinnamon Croissant Bread Pudding

The pudding is good without the sauce (if the idea of raw eggs bothers you). Dear Husband declared the pudding VERY good with the sauce and berries, and sans sauce and berries. He ate two healthy servings and proclaimed it delicious.

Tell me

Why would we prefer to know the worst than to suspect it? Because when we get bad news we weep for a while, and then get busy making the best of it. We change our behavior, we change our attitudes. We raise our consciousness and lower our standards. We find our bootstraps and tug. But we can’t come to terms with circumstances whose terms we don’t yet know. An uncertain future leaves us stranded in an unhappy present with nothing to do but wait.