Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson, born in 1850. We all know him as the author of some of our favorite-most books.
Last night's church pot luck dinner was 21 people for the dinner and about 80 or 90 for the presento afterwards.
The presento was by Chris Haley, nephew of Alex Haley, author of Roots. The topic was the legacy of slavery in Calvert County.
Back then, folks were too stupid to realize that the dark colored human-like critters from Africa were actually human like us, so it was believed to be okay to treat them as mere property and use them as pack animals and whatnot.
Well, yes, it came to be realized that we could interbreed with them, so if a white man had happiness with a black woman, her child would be his slave and the whole affair was a matter of pride for the white master.
But if a white woman had a baby that was too dark, indicating that she musta had happiness with one of the slaves, that was horribly shameful, and if the father could be clearly identified he could be lynched. Or if the father couldn't be clearly identified they'd pick out somebody to lynch just on general suspicion.
Well anyhow, so much for yesterday. Today I've got another chiro-quack-quack knee-jerk. That's always kinda fun even if there's no identifiable results.
Signs of life