Monday, August 14, 2017


I knew he would become Presidential the moment he took office

This is why I have not watched the news since 8 pm last November 8th. I did not need to watch. I knew that the office of President is transformative. My goodness, I had seen it transform Richard Nixon. Now, I do see headlines. You can't be in total denial, but I am taking refuge in the certainty that the office transforms the man.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Morro Rock at Noon

Did I hold Angelina Jolie in my Arms?

Someone just noticed that Jonny Lee Miller is in one of the PRIME SUSPECT episodes. That someone likes Elementary, which I cannot watch. My mind wandered back to an afternoon political party on Burlingame in Brentwood when Jon Voight had me hold a very small baby while he ate watermelon. Now that I have remembered this I have to wonder whether it was the brother or the sister. Maybe I was holding her brother. But maybe, for what it was worth, I held Angelina Jolie in my arms for a few minutes.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

At noon


"Up, Old Horse!"

This used to be my motto in 1988 and the next years as I forced myself up at 2 or 3 in the morning to work on the NN volumes and the LOG.
I said it at 5 this morning so I could inch through the page and line numbers in the NCE3 Emendations list and now at 7:30 I tell myself that I may never have to say that again.
Now, I do remember that in Jackson Hole in the spring of 1986, substituting for Secretary Bennett, I said to myself, "I will never have to work that hard again."
Once the last NN volume is in hand (and it is out of our hands now) and the NCE3 is in hand, I can't imagine that the ORNERY PEOPLE volume or volumes will require such self-flogging.
The problem is learning to work from one person born in Oklahoma Territory and another born in Indian Territory and being put on a truck at nine and sent off to pick fruit.
"Up, old horse"--only 3 pages of the list to go.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Morro Rock from a Mile North, 8:30 am

Looking at our old house in Wilmington--pics of 150 registered offenders within a mile


Property Overview
• Crime Rate: High Details
• School Rating: C- for 1309 Gilpin Ave Details
• Registered Offenders: 150 within 1 mile Details
• Average Home Price: $100,250 within 1 mile Details
• Foreclosures: 86 within 1 mile Details
• Natural Hazards: Hurricane, Tornado Details
• Environmental Hazards: 231 within 1 mile Details

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Sunday crowds at Morro Rock

Remembering Paul Tibbets 6 August 1945


Tibbets's middle name is Warfield. He's a Warfield cousin of mine. All the evidence shows that many thousands of American lives were saved by Tibbets's mission. Later in 1945 he was fiercely attacked by a Dellinger cousin of mine, David Dellinger, a man who never knew that his real heroic Revolutionary ancestors were North Carolinians, not Bostonians.

Monday, July 31, 2017

AP July 31, 2017, 5:42 PM Harvard accidentally lists Scaramucci as dead in alumni directory

I still have not watched any news since 8 pm on 8 November 2016, but I hear things in the supermarket. The thing to say about this "mistake" of Harvard's is that when you go so far over into the dark side people just assume you have kept going.

Morro Rock withstands the chill today

In the 50s early--T-shirt over my head resting on my shoulders so my neck is protected from the chill. We deal with inconveniences with gallantry here.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Cousin Harlon Hill the Football Player


Cousin Harlon Hill (1932-2013), one of the Lauderdale County Alabama Hills, was a very good football player



Harlon Junious Hill
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May 4, 1932
Killen
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Death: 
Mar. 21, 2013
Florence
Lauderdale County
Alabama, USA

Professional Football Player. For nine seasons (1954 to 1962), he played at the left-offensive end and defensive back positions in the National Football League with the Chicago Bears, Detroit Lions and Pittsburgh Steelers. Born Harlon Junious Hill, he attended Lauderdale County High School in Alabama and played collegiate football at the University of North Alabama while earning a Bachelor of Science degree in Education. Selected by the Bears during the 15th-round of the 1954 NFL Draft, he appeared in 103 regular season games. His impact on the league was immediate as he led the NFL with 12 touchdown receptions for which earned him Rookie of the Year honors (1954). The following season (1955), his 9 league-leading touchdown receptions allowed for him to capture the NFL MVP Award. In 1956, he experienced playing in the NFL Championship Game as he was a significant contributor during the Bears' run that season. Additionally, Hill received Pro-Bowl honors three consecutive years (1954 to 1956) and First-Team All-Pro recognition twice (1955 and 1956). After retiring from football, he returned to the University of North Alabama and served as an assistant football coach while attaining his Masters Degree in Education. Hill went onto become a public school teacher. In 1986, the NCAA Division II Annual Award given to the best player was renamed in The Harlon Hill Trophy in his honor. He was inducted into the Alabama Sports Hall of Fame in 1976. His 4,616 receiving yards and 40 touchdown receptions as a Chicago Bear ranks him second in both statistics to date. (bio by: C.S.) 
 
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  Frank Beatrice Hill (1905 - 1991)
  Bessie G. Simpson Hill (1910 - 2003)
 
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  Virginia Ann Sellers Hill (1931 - 2008)
 
 Siblings:
  Dorothy Hill Alexander (1926 - 2011)*
  Harlon Junious Hill (1932 - 2013)
  Marsue Hill Haraway (1935 - 2011)*
  Doyle Glenn Hill (1941 - 2009)*
 
*Calculated relationship
 
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Florence
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Another perfect day--just a bit chilly at 10, soft wind off water

A Clinker of a Blurb Geraldine Brooks should have read out loud before sending off



"Couples the urgency of a compulsively readable crime thriller with a quiet meditation on the meaning of family."

Especially the meaning of couples?

More about Aut Hill the mysterious Great Great Grandfather and how the search goes on

Yesterday I posted this:

Alston Hill or Austin Hill or Auston Hill--A Man Who Left No Deep Mark

After a couple of days of focusing on this son of Henry Hill and Judith Nabors Hill (both of whom have gravestones I have seen in Lauderdale, Alabama) I realized it's time to throw up my hands, temporarily. I am used to genuinely ornery ancestors and collateral relatives, people who had recorded displays of individuality. Recently, for instance, I found that David Knox, an ankle-bracelet sort of Whig allowed loose in Charlotte during Cornwallis's brief occupation, risked his life when news came of King's Mountain, jumping onto a pile of logs and crowing like a rooster, slapping his thighs, and saying "THE DAY IS AT HAND." That kind of thing delights me but does not surprise me anymore. But what about Austin or Alston or whatever Hill, born around 1818 in (different records say) South Carolina, Alabama, or Kentucky? His father Henry was a Methodist preacher, a circuit rider, who is said to have died in Lauderdale Co. just because his grave is there but who really died off on a preaching mission to Mississippi. Could he and Judith and some their mob of children have gone to Green (meaning Greene) Co. KY to take a church only to find it hostile to the Hill brand of Methodism? Well, I could trace all the older children and see if they dropped off along the travels. But where does the information about KY come from? Oh, from Fold3 and Austin's service on the (gasp) Union side in the Civil War, where there is a physical description I hope is for my Austin, 6' 1" being the highest white ancestor, though not comparing with Grandpa John B. E. Glenn's well documented Mex War height, 6' 5"--. He was living in Arkansas near enough to have enlisted at Dardanelle in Yell County. Or was he the Aston Hill in the 4th Arkansas Cavalry--Confederate? Was he born in SC as one census says or in Ala as another says or in, gasp again, KY, as the clear 1880 census says. He married, and married, and maybe married again, the middle one to Mary Jane Sims who by that time had children from her marriage to the late G. W. Meek, as documented in the 1860 census. Mary Jane was the daughter of the very vivid Absalom Sims, son of the Widow Sims who married the great senator from multiple states, William Cocke, the hero of the Lost State of Frankllin, and died in their great 2 story log house, dog trot, cross hall, on the site of the present Tennessee Williams Welcome Center. Austin or Alston or whoever left no record in Arkansas county histories that I have found. No anecdotes about him are known to survive. It is as if he made no mark or seems so because I have found no marks I am sure are his. This puts me where I was 15 years ago, knowing nothing but the difference was that then I really knew only 2 tiny anecdotes about two ancestors. Now, hundreds of earlier Americans are alive to me--but not, yet, not yet, Aught, Ought, or Naught or whatever those who knew him called him. Maybe someone who knows more will see this . . . .

WELL! I thought about this and realized I have not looked for a long time at THE HERITAGE OF LAUDERDALE COUNTY, ALABAMA. There I find more information. I messaged Cousin Sherrill this morning: 7:24am
Sherrill, on Alston, known as "Aut" born in Allen Co KY not Green Co--Henry and Judith were in Allen Co. 1817 -1818 or so and Sarah there married Aaron Mayhew---So 1818 is good for the baby Aut being born as Sarah gets married. 249 The Heritage of Lauderdale County Alabama.

What else can we find about Uncle Aaron and Aunt Sarah? And about the circumstances of Aut's going off to Arkansas with his first family. Maybe yet we can find a scrap of characterization. Was he the only ancestor or relative of any kind who was not ornery?

So Henry Hill and Judith Nabors Hill went way out of the way to KY for a while. Aut knew that the family was from SC and forgot if he had been told that he had been born in an odd state, and then (if the Union soldier was my Aut) misremembered the county as Green and in 1880 said just KY, if he was the source for the information. I remember that the 1940 census has me years older than I was then: who was home to give information and how competent was the census taker?

Oh for a HERITAGE OF LOGAN COUNTY ARKANSAS. I will keep trying for just one little glimpse of character.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

The Rock at Noon


A mile north--straight down from the parking lot


Alston Hill or Austin Hill or Auston Hill--A Man Who Left No Deep Mark

After a couple of days of focusing on this son of Henry Hill and Judith Nabors Hill (both of whom have gravestones I have seen in Lauderdale, Alabama) I realized it's time to throw up my hands, temporarily. I am used to genuinely ornery ancestors and collateral relatives, people who had recorded displays of individuality. Recently, for instance, I found that David Knox, an ankle-bracelet sort of Whig allowed loose in Charlotte during Cornwallis's brief occupation, risked his life when news came of King's Mountain, jumping onto a pile of logs and crowing like a rooster, slapping his thighs, and saying "THE DAY IS AT HAND." That kind of thing delights me but does not surprise me anymore. But what about Austin or Alston or whatever Hill, born around 1818 in (different records say) South Carolina, Alabama, or Kentucky? His father Henry was a Methodist preacher, a circuit rider, who is said to have died in Lauderdale Co. just because his grave is there but who really died off on a preaching mission to Mississippi. Could he and Judith and some their mob of children have gone to Green (meaning Greene) Co. KY to take a church only to find it hostile to the Hill brand of Methodism? Well, I could trace all the older children and see if they dropped off along the travels. But where does the information about KY come from? Oh, from Fold3 and Austin's service on the (gasp) Union side in the Civil War, where there is a physical description I hope is for my Austin, 6' 1" being the highest white ancestor, though not comparing with Grandpa John B. E. Glenn's well documented Mex War height, 6' 5"--. He was living in Arkansas near enough to have enlisted at Dardanelle in Yell County. Or was he the Aston Hill in the 4th Arkansas Cavalry--Confederate? Was he born in SC as one census says or in Ala as another says or in, gasp again, KY, as the clear 1880 census says. He married, and married, and maybe married again, the middle one to Mary Jane Sims who by that time had children from her marriage to the late G. W. Meek, as documented in the 1860 census. Mary Jane was the daughter of the very vivid Absalom Sims, son of the Widow Sims who married the great senator from multiple states, William Cocke, the hero of the Lost State of Frankllin, and died in their great 2 story log house, dog trot, cross hall, on the site of the present Tennessee Williams Welcome Center. Austin or Alston or whoever left no record in Arkansas county histories that I have found. No anecdotes about him are known to survive. It is as if he made no mark or seems so because I have found no marks I am sure are his. This puts me where I was 15 years ago, knowing nothing but the difference was that then I really knew only 2 tiny anecdotes about two ancestors. Now, hundreds of earlier Americans are alive to me--but not, yet, not yet, Aught, Ought, or Naught or whatever those who knew him called him. Maybe someone who knows more will see this . . . .

Friday, July 21, 2017

On way back north woman asked me if she was going toward the Rock. I said, You Couldn't Prove It By Me Today

Still not watching News but Saw OJ is to be Paroled

I remember that he drove home that day on 26th Street after seeing Nicole and Ron for the last time, 26th street being behind the house I was in during the 70s--familiar terrain. I even knew Rockingham. Now, I am horrified of betting. Betting is what caused that house to be sold a couple of years ago as a $5,100,000 teardown--the owner since the mid 80s having done complicated betting at Santa Anita to the tune of a $100,000,000 loss, said the Hollywood papers.
So OJ has been in Lovelock. On 3 June 1998 Lovelock was a great place to replace a dragging muffler and get us back on the road to Auburn, California. Lovelock was a great place. And when you are in the lead with the Bronco the other driving behind can see something dragging . . . .
So now I am open for bets. How long? 2 weeks? 3 weeks? before OJ is in the news again, having (his lawyers will argue) NOT NOT NOT violated his parole by this or that or the more serious other activity?

Thursday, July 20, 2017

I knew then and certainly was confirmed later with news about the eye

When one is older than John McCain one does not make jokes lightly about other people's health. But I knew something was seriously wrong in June and in July (however cruel it sounded) knew that what was leaking out of his eye was not merely mucous and a little blood. After all McCain has gone through--well, he should have thought about what was best for him and his family at the last election. Wind me up and point me in the right direction, we say. Up, Old Horse, we say.

Washington Post in early June:
Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) was the last senator to question former FBI director James B. Comey at Thursday's Senate Intelligence Committee hearing. Nearing the end of more than 2½ hours of questioning, McCain focused his line on two FBI inquiries: the 2016 investigation of Hillary Clinton's use of a private email server as secretary of state and the 2017 investigation of Russian interference in the presidential election.
But several of his questions confused viewers, and seemingly Comey himself, and he occasionally was incoherent. He referred to “President Comey,” and at times looked confused and frustrated with Comey's answers. Viewers clearly thought it was notable; Twitter announced it was the most-tweeted moment of the hearing

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Mysterious Rock--the Great Frank H. Running Toward It

Appliance man gets what he deserves from Pouya


We tried going local (Morro Bay) and bought two appliances right here and both were faulty so we went with Fordens, the big San Luis store, from then on. This morning I had a lot of errands to do and many bags to carry in. The appliance truck was parked in my space in front of the house, so I had to carry bags (including perishables) a long distance. I was not pleased, since he could easily have parked elsewhere. However, there is a pleasant ending. Someone I know had the foresight to plant pouya at the curb where dogs were defecating, the theory being that even the dumbest dog-owner would learn to direct her or his dogs to the bright green water-loving square nearby. Well, while I was filling the birdbath I saw the appliance man come out and stomp right on the pouya which I am ecstatic to say fought back. He broke a few fronds, but the next time he came out he went around to the driver's side.