THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER

Through an older cousin, Mrs. Charm has been learning about her paternal ancestry. An aunt already was pulling together the maternal side with a few interesting revelations but no scandals so far. Today Mrs. C. discovered her paternal great great uncle, Richard Jenkins Davis, an elder in the early Mormon church. Born in Wales, he [...]

China’s experience with the unintended consequence of their one-family, one-child edict is quite amusing. We’ve struggled with some of that with Mr. B., of course, as probably any parent of an only child can attest. I took to calling him "your lordship" when he was a Terrible Two. But he’s improved. Via the Seablogger.

The beginnings of Winder Hospital, which became one of Richmond’s largest in the Civil War, where my great grandfather, a private in Barksdale’s Mississippi Brigade, spent several months in 1862. The post title, however, is that of this historical novel I recently finished about the training and coming-of-age of a young Virginia doctor during the [...]

A remarkable, very readable Web-centric piece on Thomas Jefferson, warts and all. His Aunt Judith, his father’s sister, was Mr. B’s seven greats grandmother. Via In Search of Jefferson’s Moose.

Continuing my fascination with the B-29 Stratofortress Superfortress begun here, here, and here. 

Continuing my fascination with the B-29 Stratofortress Superfortress begun here, here, and here. 

We’re leaving the rancho this afternoon to fly to D.C. for a week of family reunion before the family there moves to Tyler and we’re no longer able to save money on a hotel. Weren’t able to get into the Spring Break mob converging on the Capitol and the White House. But we have plenty [...]

Well, I made it past another solstice, without feeling the need for an Anglo-Saxon costume drama. Just a quiet day, despite the frigid aftermath of another overnight Blue Norther. Finishing Iron Sunrise, another good Charles Stross SF novel, and thinking of the seasonal carols of my youth, Adeste Fideles and Hark The Herald Angels Sing. [...]

Well, I made it past another solstice, without feeling the need for an Anglo-Saxon costume drama. Just a quiet day, despite the frigid aftermath of another overnight Blue Norther. Finishing Iron Sunrise, another good Charles Stross SF novel, and thinking of the seasonal carols of my youth, Adeste Fideles and Hark The Herald Angels Sing. [...]

Well, I made it past another solstice, without feeling the need for an Anglo-Saxon costume drama. Just a quiet day, despite the frigid aftermath of another overnight Blue Norther. Finishing Iron Sunrise, another good Charles Stross SF novel, and thinking of the seasonal carols of my youth, Adeste Fideles and Hark The Herald Angels Sing. [...]