of geneology progressions.
Today I heard Steven Baldwin on Linda Vesters' "Dayside" urbanely state:
"I have a certain talent"
Nobody batted an eye at this rather startling, open display of what might be called prideful ego.
No, in fact a moment or two later after another self-congratualation by the handsome actor-conservative, the crowd gave wild approbations.
Now for me, for your approbations or brickbats:
I have a certain talent. I have an evident talent morphing my opponents' most cherished simplistications into cudgels to swing at them.
I am, as noted the other day, first cousin twice removed of American Muckraker, Drew Pearson.
And i'd never looked up his life or personality on the web until the other day.
His first cousin, my paternal grandmother, was his near-exact contemporary. Four years younger is all.
Of the few tangible reminders of her life i have her Eagle Grove High School year book of 1917
In it i read that she has won that high school's annual Declamatory Contest.
That would be a sort of public speaking contest where the judging is over the elegance moreso than a debate-form of contest.
Also found is a gold-filled award badge for her win of that forgotten event. "first prize EGHS Declamatory Contest '17"
And so, from a couple of hundred students she earned an honor for good wit and intelligence in speaking. She also edited the yearbook and penned much of its text.
The Drew and this Fern seem to have put some small part of themselves into me by genetics, alone.
I am no Story Of Patsy (fern wolfe, Declamatory Winner,'17) and I am no original muckracker.
But I -do- have a certain un-asked-for talent with words, which lately has blossomed and is serving me well as a sportive agent against the cockups of the cocksures.
Mine is the story of a former patsy, reformed into a Patrick Henry, in the sense that I've translated from a genuinely small ego on SE to an outsized and outlandishly outspoken writer of tripe and terror, spellings and misspeling but always a provocateur.
So, I have a certain, small talent of egocentric impetous and natural origin.
I do not think myself -better- for this. Perhaps Steven Baldwin is the same and similarly justified in asserting is ego with "i have a certain talent"
The story of an ex-patsy. Fun for me. Choking for -them-.
E.I.E. Network? Why, my Geneologically derived small talent for printed declamation. Excellence in Elocution.. A right smart, laughing pat on my own backside's ego event tho in particular:
I cannot type
I canot spell
half i write
is simply tripe.
But the best 25 percent of me! OH that makes up for all the other flaws in my weave.
Olive Fern Wolfe of 1917, you are gone and forgotten to the entire world that knew you in life, except to me. I am your last rememberer. You carried the familiar names of two kinds of gentle greenery. Through you and your cousin, Drew descends myself and part of your green peacefullness, and just as largely, his carnivore dentition of printed words.
thank you both, posthumously from my very late start in a hoped-for socially productive life and the muckracker of this tiny sausage encasement so stuffed, so full of itself and of me; this Speakeasy.
Cameras that make great holiday gifts
Let them start the new year with a step up in photo and video quality from a phone.