It is too large a file to upload directly to Hannah Blog. I might point out that this video has transitioned from a VHS tape to a computer file to a DVD and then back to a VOB, which, I was delighted to find, Youtube was prepared to upload. Not so Facebook. Hard to believe it’s been 25 years.
Unfortunately, I have already forgotten the steps I went through to excerpt the segment from the disk. I think MPEG Streamclip did the trick and produced the VOB.
The first time I was evacuated was in early 1942, at the age of nine months. The allies bombing the German City of Aachen every night had become too traumatic, so my mother took her babe and fled to the Austrian Alps.
So, I spent the next three years in this rustic farm building: two rooms and a veranda and outhouse on the second floor; wood storage, bake oven and chicken coop on the first; no electricity; no running water.
Last night I slept in a metal storage shed because the house we are rehabbing on the mainland had just been sprayed with foam insulation and wasn’t fit to stay in. Well, that’s not the entire reason. Had I been willing to show my identification papers to the authorities, I could have returned with my spouse to Saint Simons Island when it “re-opened.” But, that’s not something I can do. Continue reading →
The media are surging towards a consensus that the Rude Dude is stupid. The competitive impulse will lead them to pile on. Why did it take so long? Maybe it’s just a matter of mental derangement being hard to understand. Or maybe it’s that idiocy is hard to recognize. The many faces of idiocy? Would it be unfair (rude) to suggest that the faces the Dude rudely makes give him away? Continue reading →
The opening of the Smithsonian Institution’s Museum of African American History and Culture is generating some jealous responses from people whose noses are out of joint. I consider it a welcome addition, a modicum of revenge for some of my own resentments, which may, I admit, be somewhat irrational.
Musings generated elsewhere follow. I have found over the years that my reactions discrimination on the basis of race are not widely appreciated. Some victims of discrimination are rather jealous of their status and want to believe that their situation is unique.