Category Archives: Autobiography

Germans in the U.S.

When we arrived in Los Angeles in 1949, the first thing my mother’s uncle, our sponsor said was “No German is spoken in this house.” At eight years old, I was not bothered and learned English in a couple of months over the summer. So, when school started at Saint Cecilias, I did not miss a grade. We had already learned cursive, numbers were the same and the only read mystery was why they were collecting nickels to buy Chinese babies. Nickels could be got by returning empty bottles to the grocery store. I was, you might say, acculturated quickly.
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Attention Span

Now in my 79th year I find that many things just go on too long. An hour long video about the Queen of England proved tedious after about 15 minutes. A whole New Yorker article just cannot be read. I keep feeling like I am running out of time.

In three weeks we will vote to right the Senate.

I was educated by nuns.

First there was the French order, the Sisters of Notre Dame de Victoir. After that the Ursulines, a cloistered order that practiced silence except for instruction and the reading of scripture. And finally I chose the Sisters of Charity, an order founded by a married woman with children, for my college education. Perhaps that is why the subservient Amy Coney Barrett is so offensive. What self-respecting woman would accept a job from an imbecile?

I have a problem

The fixation on personal relationships really turns me off. It is impossible to discuss practical matters with people intent on killing (or idolizing) the messenger. Poor Donald loves being a beloved messenger to people who have no interest in his message—only that he’s talking to them.
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Update

A topical theme seems to be how people have spent the pandemic, so far. For a homebody like me, the routine has hardly changed, except that I spend almost no time in the car going to meetings. That suitsme fine,but I do worry whether the car will start when I actually need it.
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Nose Notes

So, I have been dismissed for five months, enough time for the body to replace the grafted skin with site-appropriate cells. I’m to massage it to prevent puckering. LOL “Don’t touch your nose. Touch your nose.” Consistency is not a feature of the medical profession.
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