German

It's Irish German tea time with yours truly today. The good news coming in the form of a genealogy time line that showed me a line going back to Germany.  That's news to me. When I was in high school in Anchorage Alaska I took high school German with Mrs. Buchanan.  She was a dear heart and let me slide past her grading system with a singing of Stille Nacht (Silent Night) at Christmas time. Her sister was on the other side of the wall at this point in time and I recall years later hearing about the wall coming down and hoping she was reunited with her sister whom she had not seen for well over twenty years when I was her student. Anyway, I'm German.  Just a touch.  It is showcased in my mean streak. Beware. 

America the beautiful.  The melting pot. My family's blood line made it all the way West. Oregon Country. I am grateful. I visited Ireland in 1997 and traced roots all the way to a tiny little town where the literal stone house of my ancestors still stands. I asked why the windows were so very small and was told that the English would tax the amount of light that came through the window. Yep good old England.  That's where we escaped from folks I mean immigrated from. We the people.