needles!

second shot of pfizer vaccine is in my arm — i told the big guy from the sandy springs fire dept that gave it to me not to break the needle off in my arm and he told me about taking a shot one time that went to the bone — eek

it'll take a couple of weeks to fully kick in, but even after the first dose, i was already enjoying a sharp reduction in existential dread — nearly a half million dead in this country, and the toll is still growing, with many of those deaths the direct result of the incompetence and rigid ideology of the previous administration — ever since reagan and his stupid "government is not the solution to our problem, government is the problem" nonsense, a good portion of the country has bought into the republicans' decades-long demonization of government — this pandemic and the big old mess in frozen-up texas right now is proving again why we have to work together, and why gummint, whatever its faults, is the most efficient way to do that

kerron hoppock

i have spent a few hours memoralizing one of my grandmother's aunts, kerron hoppock lee (1860-1938) --- the name has popped up in historical research, and i've been wondering how they could all be related to my aunt --- they weren't --- just as they are killing off aunt jemima, i discover that jemima, keziah, and kerenhappuch were the beautiful daughters of job that he had after the lord god jehovah ruined his life --- william blake got off on the story --- 

benefits of exiting trumpistan

i have not needed one of these little units since 20 january 2021 --- the ten-plus weeks of nonsense between the election and inauguration worked my nerves and required a pill or two --- 

who was john lee?

when my great-aunt ruby lee died way last century some time, i inherited a whole bunch of photographs --- there were tintypes of the family that she couldn't identify and a pile of snapshot from when she got her first camera in 1920 --- and in between group portraits of her aunts and uncles and what not, and a dead baby or two --- this photograph purports to be my great-great-grandfather john lee (1792-1865), who is buried in a little family cemetery off washington road in southwestern east point --- i didn't know it at the time, but we lived in the first house in the first suburban development of his old farm in the late 1950s --- 3701 chesapeake way

i've memorialized his family and that part of the world here ---

ending the plague

wonder of wonders: i got my first dose of the pfizer covid vaccine this morning --- facilitated by a wonderful neighbor who just told me where to go and when --- i had to drive to alpharetta, but whatever --- second dose in three weeks and, theoretically, two or so weeks after that, i might not fear so much for my life from day to day, at least from communicable disease, although vehicular homicide of a pedestrian remains a constant threat

at last

"I suppose in this way, the past four years have been a bittersweet gift to us: a pulling away the curtains of decorum and phony civility, allowing us to see people’s hearts with clarity. We can no longer hide behind the stories we thought were true about those we love and share life with, and about the place we live. We’ve all shown what sides that we are on and the hills that we’re willing to allow relationships to die on." --- john pavlovitz

the gene pool

i think i'm nearly done with great-aunt ruby lee's jumble of photographs --- one more dead-baby picture, this one high victorian, but sadly unidentified

some great images in the collection

my great-grandparents ipson and tommie lee and offspring --- my grandma front and center

my great-grandpa's sisters, all born before the civil war --- kerron, theodosia, roxanne, and missouri

too many people remain unidentified

not fake news

so much for the new year --- 

photographing the gene pool

i have been sorting thru a bunch of photographs inherited from an old-maid great aunt --- in addition to the dead-baby pic, there is this little tintype of my g-grandpa ipson lee (1862-1930)

along with this fairly skeery one of four guys who are probably his half brothers

my g-grandparents ipson and tommie lee, taken easter 1920 --- they're standing at the end of the front porch of their house, which i remember seeing in its decrepit final years fifty years ago --- in the far background at left is the only image i've found of the house that his father, john lee, built in the 1840s --- part of the chimney may or may not remain in the twentieth century house that now stands on the site --- all on washington road in what is now southwestern side of east point

there are many others, including this one of my ma and her sister with bob the dog, ca 1925

i'll get the most of them posted to the gene pool soon
 

bifurcated times

even drudge is lit about all the sedition and what not --- really and truly unbelievable
 

as is this photograph of my first cousin, twice removed, as a dead baby --- i think he is harvey jefferson betterton (1885-1886)

but who has an image like this and doesn't put a name on the back or something

2020 in books ---

Neil Ansell, Deep Country: Five Years in the Welsh Hills

*Mark Kurlansky, Paper: Paging Through History (2016)

Douglas Hurt, The Ohio Frontier: Crucible of the Old Northwest, 1720-1830 (1996)

Marcus Whiffen, The Eighteenth-Century Houses of Williamsburg, an Architectural History (1960)

John Kenneth Galbraith, The Great Crash, 1929 (1955)

Eric Jay Dolin, A Furious Sky: The Five-Hundred-Year History of America’s Hurricanes (2020)

*Clive James, Cultural Amnesia: Necessary memories from History and the Arts (2008)

William N. Morgan, Pre-Columbian Architecture in Eastern North America (1999)

***Isabel Wilkerson, Caste: The Origins of Our Discontent (2020)

***Edward Ball, Life of a Klansman (2020)

***Eric Cervini, The Deviant’s War: The Homosexual vs. the United States of America (2020)

*William E. Wallace, Michelangelo, God’s Architect (2019)

Erik Larson, The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz (2020)

Erik Larson, In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler's Berlin (2011)

**Geoffrey Moorhouse, The Last Divine Office: Henry VIII and the Dissolution of the Monasteries (2009)

T. M. Devine. The Scottish Clearances: A History of the Dispossessed, 1600-1900 (2019)

Ernle Bradford, The Great Betrayal: The Great Siege of Constantinople (2014)

*Peter Heather, The Fall of the Roman Empire: A New History of Rome and the Barbarians (2007)

Alistair Moffat, Arthur and the Lost Kingdoms (1999)

Alistair Moffat, Remembering Charles Rennie McIntosh (1998)

Alistair Moffat, Before Scotland: The Story of Scotland Before History (2005)

*Alistair Moffat, To the Island of Tides: A Journey to Lindisfarne (2019)

Alistair Moffat, The Faded Map: Lost Kingdoms of Scotland (2010)

James Shapiro, The Year of Lear: Shakespeare in 1666 (2015)

**Matthew Kneale, Rome: A History in Seven Sackings (2019)

***David Coles, Chromatopia: An Illustrated History of Color (2019)

Alistair Moffat, The Highland Clans (2010)

*Simon Thurley, Whitehall Palace: An Architectural History of the Royal Apartments, 1240-1690 (1999)

David Zucchino, Wilmington's Lie: The Murderous Coup of 1898 and the Rise of White Supremacy (2020)

*Peter Ackroyd, Queer City: Gay London from the Romans to the Present Day (2019)

Peter Ackroyd, Tudors: The History of England from Henry VIII to Elizabeth I (2014)

Peter Ackroyd, Dominion: The History of England from the Battle of Waterloo to Victoria's Diamond Jubilee (2019)

Peter Ackroyd, Revolution: The History of England from the Battle of the Boyne to the Battle of Waterloo (2017)

Peter Ackroyd, Rebellion: The History of England from James I to the Glorious Revolution (2015)

Peter Ackroyd, Civil War: The History of England, Volume III (2015)

***Toby Green, A Fistful of Shells: West Africa from the Rise of the Slave Trade to the Age of Revolution (2020)

"if hindsight's 2020, i think i'm going blind"

 lights and sound at atl bot gdn w/ robt was a fine way to end this miserable year and welcome the new one, whatever it may bring

happy critters

 

hobbies

during the last century or so, it has been difficult to focus on anything useful, what with the covids, the horrors of trumpistan, and a totally insane election season — but we can see the end of all of that now:  the recent equinox has surely begun to grow the light again

in the meantime, i have, as recently as the present day, finished messing with my latest projects: atlanta's indian trails, which maps trails delineated in the state's first surveys of this part of the world after we stole it from the muscogee in 1821; improvising the peachtrees, which is a history of peachtree street and peachtree road from the time god made dirt to recent memory; and looking for the road to standing peach tree, which is just what it says, a guide to the route of the original 1814 peachtree road as it exists today —

i have hard copies as well as web versions of them all done and posted, but the seeds of all three were in what started with research for a history of midtown atlanta in 2014, which i may or may not pick up again

dog water

one of dog's many endearing qualities is his insatiable need for water — a quart and a half and more per day, which is a lot for a 40-pound dog — he's been that way from the beginning, but the vet checked him out and thinks it's just a habit — all that water has to be processed and eliminated and he's gotten purty good at holding it — for nearly five hours before this video was shot the other night

the liberry

dog has been a big help in the catalogization of my liberry, a project which i began a hundred years ago or so in september or something — 1,558 titles, of which around 200 are e-books and pamphlets — all of it now part of a database (readerware) that will sort them all sorts of ways  — i started the exercise when i asked a a neighbor about my homeowner's insurance coverage  —  he made me realize that should the place be destroyed, the liberry would be a huge part of the loss — $40k replacement value, at least  —  anyway it was semi-put-together when i moved in here fifteen years ago, but had become increasingly out of whack, what with additions and subtractions and what not  — i discarded some things that i knew i would never read again, and that freed up significant lineal footage of shelving , and now have everything arranged in a dozen or so categories over eight shelving units —  behind dog here, e.g., are biographies and urban histories in the shelving unit to the left, and an assortment of books on cooking, food, and drink; landscapes, gardens, and horticulture; and a this and that on architecture to the right ---  

scarecrows in the garden, redux 2020

i usually don't much care for the stupid scarecrows in the garden, but the covids seem to have made the whole thing much more interesting

 

the beagle

yesterday was the first anniversary of the arrival of the used beagle --- i came very close to sending him back to the country from whence he came a time or two in the beginning, but we both toughed it out and he's done his part, more or less, to adjust to condo living, although he still might rather be running swamp rabbits or something --- a sweet vocal little hound who has contributed immeasurably to my ability to survive in covid-ridden trumpistan ---