Friday Ephemera
Smell it first. || Fortune favours the bold. || The thrill of cardboard. || Buzz Aldrin’s bits. || Meat in a tube. || One-minute pantomime. More, should you want it. || When women conspire. (h/t, Tim) || Counsel sought. (h/t, Perry) || His costume is better than yours. || The machine uprising, day 4. || With fractions of a wheel. || Jailhouse Rock. || Billie Jean. || Lucky or unlucky? || Fierce animal death-match. || Naptime detected. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Not the best place to lose a shoe. || Best not to, methinks. Apparently, it was considered “extremely erotic.” || Assorted Victorian exercise machines. || Mouse pad detected. || Taking dad to the cleaners. || And finally, a moment of manly triumph.
Unless you have family lore to suggest that they were Travellers/ Tinkers …
I assume nothing unless I can find corroborating proof. I don’t rely on family lore because frankly, my Irish side is notorious for spinning yarns and inflating stories. The only story I accept because Grandma Martin confirmed it was that her father worked for Lizzie Borden post-acquittal in Fall River, and she had fond memories of the “sweet, old lady” who would give her a cookie and lemonade when sometimes she accompanied her father to his work. I believe my great-grandfather might have worked as a porter for Andrew Borden pre-murder because he and great-grandmother were married by Lizzie’s close friend and pastor, the Rev. Edwin A. Buck, who led a Congregational church of affluent citizens, while my great-grandparents were poor Catholics.
It really is detective work if you don’t take things at face value. I see my cousins’ contributions to Ancestry.com and roll my eyes at how they find a common name – e.g., Mary Riley – and assume it is our Mary Riley (great-great-grandmother). As if the 1800s did not see thousands of Mary Rileys in Massachusetts. Her husband is even harder, having a name like John Martin. As for the Polish side, misspellings are common as written by civil servants on registers and lists.
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As if the 1800s did not see thousands of Mary Rileys in Massachusetts. Her husband is even harder, having a name like John Martin. As for the Polish side, misspellings are common as written by civil servants on registers and lists.
Misspellings on the Irish side are quite common as well. Funny you should mention Riley as that is not just a common Irish name but also one misspelled frequently. There’s a Ryal (or something like that) up our family tree. My great-great grandfather was an Irish lawyer by that name. The only professional in a family full of sod busters, coal miners, and roofers. A couple of his descendants down the male line were moderately prominent judges and lawyers in western PA but their names were spelled Rial and something else as I recall. The little research I did on that trying to verify anything I found was that Ryal, Rial, Rihal, etc. were often the result of transliterations, translations, whatever from O’Riley…or whatever variations on that. So if even Irish associated with the legal system were not all that committed to consistent spelling, well anything outside of DNA testing is quite iffy. And then combine that with a clannish culture where cousins often married cousins, sometimes without even knowing so, and the genealogy might as well be lore for all the good it will do you. But it is interesting.
OMG. If you need a good example of how stupid “smart” people can be.. I ran across this on a LinkedIn post. I don’t think you can share those things outside of LinkedIn but I initially thought this was satire. Then I read the comments. If you can find it on LinkedIn, I saw it posted by a guy named Danny Linden who works for something called Ryte Vietnam. The comments there are just stunning. The more accessible comments on the Amazon page are almost as…”good”. That this is supposedly, seriously a book for children young enough to be engaged by…whatever. God help these children. It’s almost like the child tranny thing, though hopefully more reversible.
The LinkedIn article referenced a TikTok video which I could not find but this older(?) YouTube video is similar.
Flirts and female-gendered compliments only, please.
Not a racist.
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Pan-galactic Gargle B!asters for all, right?
Reparations: ironically, the existing reparations–80 yrs of heavy welfare–have destroyed the black family which then leads to the epidemic of crime, dropouts, and failure. Black crime in 1955 was not high like today. Welfare for children (AFDC) requires that no husband be present: an incentive for single motherhood. With no man around, kids go wild. Very simple causation.
ccscientist – thee are some things you’re not allowed to notice, bigot!
there are some things you’re not allowed to notice, bigot!
Video: Black teens beat up pregnant woman in random attack.
When she pleaded that she was pregnant, one of them kicked her in the stomach and said, ‘I hope he dies.’
“Hindy said she cannot understand what triggered the violence.”
I can: She was white and vulnerable, they were black and feral.
Praise to bystanders for trying to pull them off her, but the ideal intervention results in dead thugs.
The propensity of blacks to kick innocent people in the head is noteworthy.
And they learn this behavior at an early age.
Hey, new look.
Hey, new look.
Whatever it is, I’m against it.
Hey, new look.
There is one serious problem: Hyperlinks are not clearly visible. How about a return to underlines?
Hey, new look
Not sure, but pages do seem to load slower than before.
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[sidles slowly to a table at the back].
If anyone spots revamp details that may require tweaking, please direct them to the latest post, which is this one here.
See what I did there? Infinite cunning.
I don’t rely on family lore because frankly, my Irish side is notorious for spinning yarns and inflating stories
You say that like it’s a bad thing
Once in Manchester were they travellers, poor Irish (what we referred to as “shanty” back in the Bronx) come to work in England?
What era? During and post-Famine hundreds of thousands of Irish people, mostly destitute, moved to the north of England and Scotland and many of these went to the US or Canada.
Most of those were landless and homeless- having previously lived on precariously small plots, sub and sub-rented a year at a time.
The difference between them and what are now called travellers would have been slight.
Most modern Travellers regard themselves as a separate ethnic group. In fact most of them have common west of Ireland surnames and I suspect that most of them became travellers/ tinkers around the time of the Famine.