Showing posts with label George Washington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Washington. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

MOMMY, IS IT FINISHED YET? by Andrea Downing


A couple of weeks ago I was lying in bed thinking of the conference I had just attended and the subsequent post on these pages that would evolve from that.  Then this terrible thought struck me:  NOVEMBER EIGHTH??  Holy Cow!  It appears that this time round I had certainly pulled the short straw.
 I was in denial for a while.  Collectively, the American nation has been strapped into the back of the car crying for release, certainly on the point of vomiting, and constantly asking, ‘Mommy, are we there yet?’ or, more plaintively and pertinently, ‘When the hell will this…be finished?’
My daughter just told me not to expect a large readership today anyway—which is what I actually hope for.  Why?  Because we’re all so sick of these two candidates, and we are all so nonplussed by what and who they seem to represent, let's just vote and get it done with.  Some of us may be thinking, ‘I can’t possibly vote for either’ while others will think, ‘that person will definitely get in so why bother,’ and yet others will feel they just have to let someone else decide:  neither candidate is worth their time.  And all of them, IMHO, may be right.
But political liars and cheaters are nothing new.  Ever since George Washington pronounced, “I cannot tell a lie; I cut down the cherry tree” and went on to charge the newly formed US government his rather enhanced expenses, Presidents have been both politically incorrect and incorrectly political.  One definition of political is: chiefly derogatory relating to, affecting, or acting according to the interests of status or authority within an organization rather than matters of principle.  Even Honest Abe Lincoln acted in such a manner.
And then there have been the extra-marital affairs of which we now know.  That list is long and lasting.  But will we forgive Kennedy and FDR, to name but two, and not Bill Clinton?  Does the stretch of time make a President more affable and us more forgiving?  Or is it pure and simply a matter of having so much crammed in our faces via internet and telecommunications?  Soooo…do we just know too damn much about the present two candidates?  Has ‘PRESIDENTIAL’ character just always been an illusion?
Whatever the answer to that question, we remain, to all intents and purposes, a democratic nation, and voting is our privilege and our right, germane to democracy.  So please, whatever your feelings on the matter, whatever you feel about those two candidates, get out and vote for one or the other. 
Keep democracy alive.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Honoring Soldiers From Generations Past

Vonnie (Seilheimer) Davis
Ten generations ago, Nicholas Johann Seilheimer walked eight miles to board a boat to travel from his home in Framersheim, Germany bound for Rotterdam, Holland. His destination, the New World. On that boat ride on the Rhine, he met Marslia Elizabeth Pohl of Hausland, Germany. Whether it was a whirlwind courtship or two scared strangers, who thought they'd fare better in a new land as a couple, I don't know, but my immigrant ancestors were married when they reached Rotterdam on September 8, 1773. They stepped aboard "The Charming Molly" and sailed for Philadelphia, landing on October 22, 1773.

A point of humor here. What does the name Seilheimer mean? Someone of wisdom? Someone of grace? A person who does good for the community? Sadly, no. It means someone who makes rope at home.

With the coming of the Revolutionary War, Nicholas enlisted in the Pennsylvania Regiment of Artillery in 1777. The first battle in which he participated was the Battle of Brandywine on September 11, 1777. It was a rough day for the Colonial Army, and those who survived at day's end left their cannons behind. Nicholas struggled to save his--oh, we Germans are stubborn. For his efforts, George Washington gave him a medal and he was promoted into Washington's private guard.

Nicholas survived the war and, later, took part in the Whiskey Rebellion. Family records do not indicate which side he fought on in that skirmish.

My immigrating ancestors bore eight children and lived their time in the new world in various parts of Pennsylvania--Philadelphia, Lancaster and Chambersburg.

Vonnie Davis writes for Random House Loveswept. Visit her website at www.vonniedavis.com.