Random Words and Random Thoughts

Let’s dust off the ol’ random word generator again:

Fugitive– When I was little we were members of the Irish Cultural Society. Which- let’s talk about this. We’re mutts. Sure my grandmother is an O’Shannessy, but we’re SMALL percentages Irish (my Dad maybe a quarter, me at most an EIGTH)- it’s odd to me that we so picked and chose to play up only certain bits of heritage. Other members of the larger family emphasize the German, even smaller percentages. I guess we all want a bigger connection, but we did it through the denying of other parts of our heritage. It’s weird. And feels like a put on, actually. But at 6 I had no idea about any of that- and so gladly attended Irish Cultural Society meetings. And my parents befriended a guy from Ireland named Jody at the meetings. Who once got blitzed at our house and drunkenly admitted that he was an IRA member and was on the run because of it and that’s why he left Ireland. Now I, to this day, can never figure out if an IRA fugitive was smart to join an Irish Cultural Society (“I’ll hide out in plain sight!”) or if he was just rock stupid. So. Yeah. Weird, right?

Prayer– Never done it. Not even when my daughter was in the hospital over Christmas many years ago, seriously and  frighteningly sick. I never cried out for a higher power to save her, save me, save us. I never reached out even questioningly. I knew any questing for a higher being would just be the crying out of a scared child, alone in the dark, for a parental figure to make it all better. But there is no sky parent behind the veil of darkness. There was only us, doing our best out here on the mortal coil. And I was strong enough to face that. It was that experience that made me an Atheist with a capital A.

Blinking– I wear contacts because I am BLIND without them. 350/20 blind, last I checked. Can barely see the line under the big E on eye charts blind. And contacts are amazing. Truly, the change they make in my life- it’s up there in the miracle department. But that means even the most innocuous blink can be fraught with danger. I take care with my blinking. And eye rubbing. And swimming. Because blindness… it’s only a blink away.

Dancer– I am an AWFUL dancer. I have no sense of rhythm at all. It’s a problem. I actually think that comes from growing up with a Dad who was a musician and lead vocalist in his band. I grew up listening to his words in songs- it’s still how I listen to music. And yet other people listen to baselines in music, or the music as a whole, turns out. It’s hard to dance to the words, I guess. Or maybe it’s because I never had a Dad to teach me to dance, because he was always the one on stage? Maybe a little of that to. But I try. Also, Dancer was the name of the miniature poodle I had when I was a kid. First example of “I’m a big dog person” turns out- because she and I never much cared for each other. The little shit.




One thought on “Random Words and Random Thoughts

  1. I am considering having the mail in DNA test done by Ancestry dot com; I know what I am on my Fathers’ side to include a distant boy child that was abducted by the Del Aware Indians in 1777 and sold to a Women of another tribe’ he being brought up in the tribe’ marrying a women a member of the same tribe we became of that tribe’ of the Big turtle clan. We were then adopted into the Cherokee Nation of the Little Turtle clan’ with well documented history’ of Chiefs and Governors of Indian territories. My Great Great Grandfather was a published poet of Indian poems’ printed in English’ he being a collage educated man’ a father’ and husband’ a wheat farmer’ cattle rancher’ school headmaster’ ‘Postmaster’ U.S. Army Scout and Buffalo hunter’ though out his many decades of life’ as well as a respected man of many Indian families’ also Irish’ English. All very well documented on line’ and I have stacks of my father family history printed out as researched. And yet’ I know very little of my Mother’s side’ I know her great Grandfather came from Le Havre’ the North of France’ upon a Sailing ship to New Orleans in 1840’ but I am now not sure if my mother was French’ as her Family name was either German or Swedish’. So I am planning upon doing the DNA test for Heritage.

    – One thing I have learned however’ is that a lot of folks research and read of what city of what country of origin there distant relive came from’ but what I learned is what is listed in census registries is the ‘Port City’ of which their Ship sailed from to come to America. So as my Father says we have Relatives in Cork Ireland’ that may be’ or a researching relative may have mistake ‘the departure Port City of Cork as our Irish home. It is for certain I am Mutt’ with Native American first nation facial features’ as well as Irish and French’ but until I have my DNA tested’ I cannot state with 100 percent accuracy what my true heritage is upon either side’ and that will aid me in my continued search for my Mother’s heritage.

    With your Irish Name it’s a given that your of Irish Roots’

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