You are ready for the trip to the Honda dealer for a change in brake fluid and a check over before the Maine trip. You are waiting on the car so you can get some work done and past the time while doing it. You continue to be embarrassed by the posting yesterday but the world has seen worse in terms of bloodlines and the Living survive just as well if not better. The problem is that you consider the bloodlines mostly fiction and that the only true bloodline markers are in the DNA. You would rather be related to a friend of Chaucer’s than royals only you forget that Chaucer’s friend you were remembering you were not related to was Edward III.
That’s true, I did forget it was Edward. The imagination is in making history more alive to me, that I have a ‘connection’ with all historic times. Everyone living has these connections. You would think this would drive a personal interest but it doesn’t seem to.
Time to change, orndorff. Later, dude. Post. – Amorella.
Late afternoon. The six year old Honda is in good shape for the trip. You and Carol spent time picking out new shutters, ended up with a newer version of what you already have in forest green, same color for the front door. You also have been looking at stone for the countertops and backsplash. You have new lighting to buy for the downstairs toilet and sink; you have decided to keep the mirror.
I had the dates for Henne Zu Ohrndorf wrong yesterday, he was born in 1560 and died 12 June 1612 in Hof Ohrndorf, Freudenberg. I have a tendency to want to zip through these but I can too easily lose my detailing focus. Writing (supposed) facts means a slower writing process.
Some other older family names from the orndorff grandmothers’ families, the oldest Jacob Hertzeller (a1600-a1665; Germany); Jacob Frey, (a1621-a1685) Gundetseil, Canton, Zurich, Switzerland and died in Altheim, Alace, Germany. His son Heinrich settled in what became Germantown, arriving there about 1680, even before William Penn (according to Aunt Floy Orndorff-Gray in letters she obtained).
A reminder that I have a good bit of German blood in me too. Dad always thought we had some Jewish blood too because several times when he was in Germany after the war Germans thought he was a rabbi. Dad was an agnostic after the war. I’m sure helping to liberate Dachau, didn’t help any theological bent he may have had. As much of a gutsy hunter and fisherman that he was (Hemingway-like) he never could bring himself to tell me about how it was at that camp. I still have the black and white photos. I thought he took them but found he did not when a few years ago I took to donate them to the Holocaust Museum in Washington. The Army gave the photos (copies of original photos) to the liberators to take home to show how it was, I suppose if they did not have the words for the description. I think Dad was not so heartlessly masculine-minded as he liked to let on.
Your opinion, boy, but you are entitled to it. Enough on the Dead tonight. Post. – Amorella.
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