NewGathering
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
No more arms sales to Netanyahu (Bernie Sanders)
Monday, November 18, 2024
Is it really that unusual a name?
This is apropos of nothing in particular: my wife's name is Therese. That's a two-syllable name. But I've noticed, for the last 20 or so years, people stumble over it. Many people we encounter socially, including people who have known her for years, address her or refer to her as "Theresa".
It irritates her (and I don't think she's wrong about it) whenever she's addressed as "Theresa". I often correct people.
My explanation for this is, when she was born in the early-mid 1960s, French-y names were kind of trendy (I recall, besides Thereses as relatives and classmates, some Jacquelines and Maries). Nowadays, Spanish is much more prominent in American culture, whereas French names (and perhaps other manifestations of French culture and influence) have waned. So people's ears sort of default to "Theresa", or even, on occasion, "Teresa" (with the Spanish pronunciation of the e's).
Is it just us?
Saturday, November 16, 2024
STATISTA: More Young Men Than Women Are Religious
Friday, November 15, 2024
Chronic Health Issues and Mental Health (Update)
Thursday, November 14, 2024
Revenue From Tariffs
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
Banned Hymns?
An article on the America Magazine site lately:
Bishop Shawn McKnight of Jefferson City, Missouri, had apparently put out a list of about a dozen hymns in common use in US parishes, that he thought were inappropriate for some reason. Not surprisingly he got a lot of spirited pushback.
From the article
Monday, November 11, 2024
Remembering veterans
I think of Veterans Day largely as a remembrance for World War I vets, like my Grampa Clinton Foster in the photo at left taken at Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Michigan, 1917. Standing behind him, far left in the white dress is my Gramma Edith Deits. She was 21. He was 25. They would be married six years later. (Also in the photo is Grampa's sister Agnes and Gramma's younger sister, Mary.)
Grampa was the oldest sibling left at home to work the farm when the war broke out. His father spent a lot of time away from the family as a timber assessor. When Grampa reported for duty in 1918, it was September, and several of his letters home show he was worried about the corn crop:
You did not say if the corn got ripe, and I have not seen any signs of frost here yet & it stays damp nearly all the time.
Did you folks find the pumpkins I carved my name on in the cornfield? It is on the north side in about the 4th row. Is the corn ripe yet?
I saw an airplane land, and it was sure fine! It was the first seen since I have been here.