By Anna Von Reitz
It seems there is a picture in everyone's mind when you say the word, "Grandma".
My own Grandmother was tall and lean, with bright green eyes, and a wicked smile. She had her own sense of humor. When we'd fall down and scrape our knees (as long as it wasn't broken and only a temporary end of the world) she'd shake her head and say, "Come here, I'll pick you up."
Pretty soon, she'd have us laughing in spite of ourselves. Wincing and sobbing and laughing all at the same time. Mad at her. Loving her.
She loved rocks and minerals and was an inveterate observer of the landscape in all its detail. Give her a piece of beach and she happily walked along the strand for hours, peering bird-like at every bit of detritus, every shell. She had a fine eye for every nuance, and whether she was scanning the sand or the horizon, I always had the sense that she was seeing all of it.
And I do mean---- all of it.
Sometimes we'd hold hands and wade out into the surf for no reason, other than to feel the sea tugging and swirling around our bare feet. Her eyes would go unfocused then, thinking of other times and places, of young men who went away to sea and never came back again, and very quietly, almost to herself, she'd sing songs in a surprisingly melodious voice.
Over the Sea to Skye. The Marine Hymn. Eternal Father.
It seems strange looking back that the sea had so much to do with our lives, considering that we lived most of the time in the middle of the continent, where the only seas were seas of grass.
My Father asked me to sing "Eternal Father" at his funeral, too, which I know must have sent a shock wave in all directions. Whoever heard of a daughter singing at her Father's funeral service? And such a song, at a graveside in the middle of Wisconsin?
Mine is not to reason why. That's what he asked of me. So, that's what I did.
Maybe it's because his Grand-Uncles were Admirals in the German Navy? Men who trained on the last of the Tall Ships, and who knew every sail and splice and knot, every kind of rope?
Their lives were supremely odd, too.
After the First World War, there wasn't much for a German Admiral to do. So they came to America and used their Midshipman skills learned on the Tall Ships, as trapeze artists traveling around with Barnum and Bailey's Circus.
When we went to visit them at their winter camp in Delavan, Wisconsin, they were so tall I barely came up to their knee caps, and very handsome and fit, despite being at least seventy years old by then. They had a merry gleam in their eyes despite all of it, and a small Fox Terrier named Bailey that knew every trick in any dog book ever written.
So my Grandmother, who loved the sea, and my Great-Granduncles, who were all about the same age, came to sit around the campfire in Wisconsin with snow all around, and more snow filtering down among the caravans parked there for the winter, and they wrapped her in a fur blanket and talked quietly about a world that was no more.
And I listened, quiet as a mouse in a room full of cats, hoping to catch a glimpse of it.
It was a gilded, glorious, hopeless age, the vanished Belle Epoque. The men went to sea and learned to fly stunt planes for fun. Grandma went to France and learned to play concert piano.
How could they ever dream that they'd wind up in Wisconsin? She, the matron of a dairy and herb farm, they, wearing funny costumes and flying on trapezes around the Big Top, a thousand miles from the sea?
Their lives seemed so tragic, yet, they all smiled about it just the same.
Come here, I'll pick you up.
They would never give up, so they could never taste defeat. Any of them. Not for any reason. Ever. That's just the way they were. Bon chance, mon ami.
And come the springtime when the apple trees were in bloom again, the two old knights rode up to her farmhouse on horseback just as the late afternoon sun touched the windows upstairs; I saw them and ran to the dooryard, staring in disbelief.
They were riding two of the biggest, shiniest, blackest horses I could even imagine, at least seventeen hands high at the shoulder. I suppose they borrowed them from the circus.
It was as if the past had come alive again, or as if it had never died. They swung easily down out of their saddles, attired in elegant gray tunics and trousers, wide, black leather belts and black leather riding boots. They were two figures out of a dream, stepped out of the old black and white tin-type photographs, and onto my Grandmother's doorstep.
Just in time for dinner, they said, and grinned like two school-boys up to a prank.
Come here, I'll pick you up.
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Thank you Anna. My folks spoke little of their ancestry even when asked when I was able to comprehend what they were saying. Unfortunately they passed before being able to have the conversations. I often wonder at times what they lived through and yet survived it all. I enjoy your historical stories.
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ReplyDeleteSouth Carolina Legal Tender Act Would Treat Gold and Silver as Money https://blog.tenthamendmentcenter.com/2019/11/south-carolina-legal-tender-act-would-treat-gold-and-silver-as-money/
COLUMBIA, S.C. (Nov. 22, 2019) – A bill prefiled in the South Carolina House would make gold and silver coins legal tender in the state. Passage of this bill would take a step toward creating currency competition in South Carolina and undermine the Federal Reserve’s monopoly on money.
Rep. Stewart Jones filed House Bill 4678 (H.4678) on Nov. 20. Under the proposed law, “gold and silver coins minted foreign or domestic shall be legal tender in the State of South Carolina under the laws of this State. No person or other entity may compel another person or other entity to tender or accept gold or silver coin unless agreed upon by the parties.”...
The phrase, “unless agreed upon by the parties” has important legal ramifications. This wording reaffirms the court’s ability, and constitutional responsibility according to Article I, Section 10, to require specific performance when enforcing such contracts. If voluntary parties agree to be paid, or to pay, in gold and silver coin, South Carolina courts could not substitute any other thing, e.g. Federal Reserve Notes, as payment.
South Carolina could become the fourth state to recognize gold and silver as legal tender. Utah led the way, reestablishing constitutional money in 2011. Wyoming and Oklahoma have since joined...
I wonder if Paul sells any silver coins that would be accepted as currency to buy items in any state. For example, if the grid goes down and all hell breaks loose, you're not going to be able to turn your silver/gold bars into a bank or facility to get cash or currency. Most likely banks will be closed and you won't be able to travel far if they issue travel restrictions.
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Someone managed to download a gig and a half off my computer
Maybe to try to figure out who my contacts are? Ha,they got nothing. And nothing. And nothing. I am not stupid enough to have any computer be capable of sending anyone whatever is not already on the web site.
http://82.221.129.208/satanicjewishsacrificetemple.jpg
Take a good look at that picture above. Can you say "Weaving spiders come out at night?" I KNEW YOU COULD. HA HA. BUSTED. And right there with a cute little star of david, and there is LOTS AND LOTS on this property not pictured that basically prove it's a place of doom.) I have all of it.
This is located DEEP IN THE WILDERNESS. "where no one would ever go" and is very well concealed. Just like the grove. Gee. How'd I ever find out about THIS? This crap that gets talked about is not a hoax, no, NOT AT ALL.
So go on and keep digging my stuff to find out who I know, and enjoy finding NOTHING, I'm not "aunt Edna" for god's sake! GEE. A GIG AND A HALF. I went over what was on it and discovered that YEP, they probably got something off this computer that was not on the web site. So I might as well announce to the world: I KNOW ABOUT THIS, AND HAVE ACTUALLY SEEN IT FOR REAL:
From what I have read, Intel built back doors in to everyones computers, they can access them at any time
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