The Fruits of Colonialism

Happy Thursday! I’m getting sadly close to the end of my stay in the cabin in the pines of Medford Lakes. Am thinking of offering terms for long term maintenance of this place to keep a spot in the rotation of guests!

More pictures posted today. Mostly from my quick trip to Colonial (and commercial) Wiliamsburg. I visited here in the mid-70’s as a high school student taking part on the first iteration of the Bicentennial Debates to commemorate the Bicentennial. Great experience and a real ego boost if I recall. Spent a week touring at the cost of one debate a day or so. Had just come from three days of hectic debating at Emory University in Atlanta with my partner. We didn’t make the cut at Emery but we were happy, if I recall correctly, to get an early flight into Patrick Henry airport for the Williamsburg event. The tournament was almost like a vacation senior year. We even had a rare Virginia snow storm to great us on the first day. Memory recollects a spontaneous snow ball fight involving myself, my partner Al (totally out of character for him as the smart one) and the “ladies” from Sr. Brendan’s High School in NYC. Must have been good for us as we made the cut and checked out in the semi-finals (Sorry I can’t recall the team that mastered us. My memory tries to scrub those “insignificant” details ;-).

Ah…Glory Days! Anyway, my revisit to Williamsburg wasn’t as debatable. Beautiful day and a great walk down Duke of Glouchester Avenue. The area is equally divided between the excellent restorations of the old colonial town and the new, matching architecture of the commercial section. Big souvenir season as a result of the 400th anniversary of Jamestown. Nice crowd by not unbearably huge. Lots of moms/dads and kids checking out the College of William and Mary for admission in 2008. The College is woven through the historical district and is very unique as a result. A complete contrast to WU or SLU for about the same price (or less).

The photos were limited as I chose to “go cheap” and skip the admission ticket (priced at over $20) as I was only planning on an hour or two “in the past.” Didn’t have access to the interior exhibits but the Courthouse and the Colonial Legislature were clearly favorites with visitors.

A special note on pictures: As a rule (and with a careful exception or two for narrative purposes), I have chosen not to show real people, especially kids, or identifiable locations in the photo collection. Privacy is a value worth being protective of and the net has was too many pictures of young kids as it is (my apologies to nieces and nephews for reducing their Google “hit score.”). I did make an exception in the collection in showing both my brother’s “platantion” in Virgina and my sister’s lake home in Indianapolis. Both homes are as special as the owners and are wonderful in their own ways. I’m also quite proud of my sibs as they all have done well for themselves and their children in spite of beginnings that were nothing short of true trauma and challenge. “Dysfunctional” just doesn’t get it. !Bravos, Mis Hermano and Hermanas!

As I wind down my days in the Pines I find myself “pushing paper” for personal reasons this week. Medical forms, health insurance payments, annuity transfers, unemployment “this and that,” and another attempt at working out a “non-working” working personal budget. On Saturday I head for Pittsburgh for a one night stop over with my sister Gerri followed by a one night stay with my sister Mary in Indianapolis. All this stopping to make it to St. Louis on the 30th for multiple doctor visits and record collecting. My thanks to Larry for access to his coach for a night ot two. After getting what will hopefully be a good report from my physicians (excluding the back and nerve issues). My heart, troublesome bugger than it is, will get a good listen from the good doctor Klearman before she heads off to greater glory on the left coast with Genentech. Sadly this is probably a case of a dysfunction health care system driving out an exceptional provider. Today’s political message: if any of us wants good health care, we better fix the system NOW.

After attending my last “physical” encounter with the good Lady Klearman, I’ll be back to Indy for a few days to finally get the mass of job applications pooled and posted. My sister and her husband have been very tolerant of my comings and goings. This should be the last “fly by” until the holidays as I will be headed south after a August 8th appointment with the pain doctor. I am ever hopeful that this will be the LAST visit with this particular specialty. Fry that last nerve bundle and be done with it! I’m prepared for cane walking and other incoveniences related to ablating nerves. Chronic nasty pain is (oops, whining again here)…a pain.

After a successful treatment in STL, I’m headed for Little Rock for some interviews at Heifer International (I may have mentioned this…don’t you hate it when bloggers repeat themselves!) and perhaps a little hot spring treatment. Need to find the good, former Sara Adamson for some employment advise. Sara…if you’re reading…drop me a note.

The title of this entry had something to do with possible ramblings on the contributions and costs of colonialism. The topic is currently under some active discussion in academic circles. Looks like I’ll have to save my contribution to the topic for later.


3 Responses to The Fruits of Colonialism

  1. Nicola Evans says:

    Oooh caught up with you again! reading this is just the ticket as I sit here in the evening with us having the wettest summer since 1766 apparently (who keeps count of this stuff?!).

    Yes do be our long terms maintenance man. Naturally it goes without saying that you always have a home in Medford. Glad to hear Suz and Emmy have descended to bring quiet and order into your life at the cabin – ha!

    Yes vet medicine sounds like you. If you need to take exams, take them.

    Oh BTW, I read “TRLT” and Further Along TRLT” on holiday in Spain the other week. Very enjoyable. What a change between the 2 books – interesting. And the good doctor picked up a book at the airport called “Interpretation of a Murder” which was a fictionalised account of a State side trip by Freud and Jung. Ah more signs….

    Thought you might like to know that the case I mentioned the other week about the teenager with the celibacy ring has been decided. She lost. Sanity reigns in some parts of the judiciary anyway….

    Are you looking out for your signs? In which direction are they pointing…? Everything you need will come to you when you need it. Really.

    Hope the medical visits go well for you.

    Yours (a little damp around the edges)

  2. Meg Kurek (Brogan) says:

    During a quiet evening at home by myself I was surfing the web. Not something I normally do since I am a professional computer geek and I like to avoid the little beasties after work hours.

    Anyway, there you were! I’ve spent an enjoyable hour or so reading your blog and following your travels. We’ve been to many of the same places but our agendas were different, lending different colors and textures to our visits, I suppose.

    Wishing you stimulating travels and good people long the way.

    Happy holidays!

  3. jtholste says:

    OMG…is not this world web a wonderful invention? May I assume, and I do so hope that I can, that you are the Meg(an) Brogan of Cathedral High School and various fondly recalled adventures from my mis-spent youth? If so, please drop me an email at Warm wishes for the New Year and so glasd you enjoyed the blog. I have been remiss in keeping it updated as I have “settled” into life in Houston. I must do something about that 😉

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