[ot] really screwed up memory
The UnInmate
and who was supposedly an Anglican prelate here in Toronto.
Over the years a number of local people have told me they'd never heard of
him.
Wiki just disclosed to me that Archibald Cox was actually a U.S.
Solicitor-General who prosecuted on Watergate. Looking at the photo it's the
same guy.
Not sure what to think right now, unless the fruit loops in mathematical
physics are correct and there *are* multiple realities.
Mike Lyle
I was musing only this week about things adults had jokingly told me
when I was a child, and which--I think unknown to, and unintended by,
them--I'd believed. Frixample, I once noticed my father's new shoes and
asked where he'd got them, and he told me he'd won them in a
single-handed game of cricket against one of my schoolmasters, a lovely
bloke called Colonel Smart. A scar on his thigh had resulted, not from
the bite of a Japanese marine, but (as he told me some years later) from
amateurish bush surgery to remove a sewing-needle he'd sat on. I didn't,
however, believe that he was ninety-nine years old, or that my mother
was only twenty-one: why /did/ some of that generation not want their
children to know their ages? I was quite envious of contemporaries whose
parents had trusted them with the information.
--
Mike.
Don Phillipson
news:7RSek.216715$pm2.1...@en-nntp-04.dc1.easynews.com...
> I remember someone I met as a child who was named Archbishop Archibald Cox
> and who was supposedly an Anglican prelate here in Toronto.
> Over the years a number of local people have told me they'd never heard of
> him.
> Wiki just disclosed to me that Archibald Cox was actually a U.S.
> Solicitor-General who prosecuted on Watergate. Looking at the photo it's
the
> same guy.
Bell.CA search engines will help you locate the other
Archie Cox still living in Toronto. It would be ultra-surprising
to meet anyone "named Archbishop."
--
Don Phillipson
Carlsbad Springs
(Ottawa, Canada)
Raymond O'Hara
"Mike Lyle" <mike_l...@REMOVETHISyahoo.co.uk> wrote in message
news:g5i85l$4oa$1...@registered.motzarella.org...
Your old man sounds like a bullshitter who probably had a good sense of
humour and who was most likely a nice guy.
It seems he had more a bit of whimsy rather than any distrust.
LFS
> The UnInmate wrote:
>> I remember someone I met as a child who was named Archbishop
>> Archibald Cox and who was supposedly an Anglican prelate here in
>> Toronto.
>> Over the years a number of local people have told me they'd never
>> heard of him.
>>
>> Wiki just disclosed to me that Archibald Cox was actually a U.S.
>> Solicitor-General who prosecuted on Watergate. Looking at the photo
>> it's the same guy.
>>
>> Not sure what to think right now, unless the fruit loops in
>> mathematical physics are correct and there *are* multiple realities.
>
> I was musing only this week about things adults had jokingly told me
> when I was a child, and which--I think unknown to, and unintended by,
> them--I'd believed.
My maiden name was Frank and my father, bless him, told me that we were
descended from Charlemagne who was King of the Franks. In consequence I
was convinced that we were of royal descent (Corrie watchers will
understand how much I sympathised with the late lamented Vera
Duckworth). At school (I was a mixed infant so must have been about six
years old) we were asked to write about our ancestors. I wish I still
had a copy of my account of our family history: my teacher laughed so
much that she sent it home for my parents to read.
On a long bus journey, Dad told me how Smiths Crisps began. In a little
room, over a gas ring, using a single potato, Mr Smith manufactured two
packets of crisps and then sold them, using the money to buy two more
potatoes, thus doubling his output and so on, exponentially.
Frixample, I once noticed my father's new shoes and
> asked where he'd got them, and he told me he'd won them in a
> single-handed game of cricket against one of my schoolmasters, a lovely
> bloke called Colonel Smart. A scar on his thigh had resulted, not from
> the bite of a Japanese marine, but (as he told me some years later) from
> amateurish bush surgery to remove a sewing-needle he'd sat on. I didn't,
> however, believe that he was ninety-nine years old, or that my mother
> was only twenty-one: why /did/ some of that generation not want their
> children to know their ages? I was quite envious of contemporaries whose
> parents had trusted them with the information.
Odd, isn't it? I was well into my teens before I discovered my parents'
ages and then wondered if all the secrecy was because my mother was a
year older than my father. I never found out what Mum's political views
were, either. Dad's were pretty obvious as he was a candidate in local
elections for several years (always unsuccessful) but Mum hinted that,
although she sewed rosettes and was a teller on polling day, she didn't
vote for him. (I wish I could ask her about that and lots of other
things: it's a year today since we had our last conversation.)
--
Laura
(emulate St. George for email)
R H Draney
>
>Bell.CA search engines will help you locate the other
>Archie Cox still living in Toronto. It would be ultra-surprising
>to meet anyone "named Archbishop."
Surely he was "named Archbishop" by somebody with the authority to do so....r
--
What good is being an executive if you never get to execute anyone?
The UnInmate
"R H Draney" <dado...@spamcop.net> wrote in message
news:g5idd...@drn.newsguy.com...
> Don Phillipson filted:
>>
>>Bell.CA search engines will help you locate the other
>>Archie Cox still living in Toronto. It would be ultra-surprising
>>to meet anyone "named Archbishop."
>
> Surely he was "named Archbishop" by somebody with the authority to do
> so....r
I worded it that way because I was never told that that was his title. I
just assumed it was, and everyone around me seemed to as well.
Don Aitken
<la...@DRAGONspira.fsbusiness.co.uk> wrote:
>Mike Lyle wrote:
>> I didn't,
>> however, believe that he was ninety-nine years old, or that my mother
>> was only twenty-one: why /did/ some of that generation not want their
>> children to know their ages? I was quite envious of contemporaries whose
>> parents had trusted them with the information.
>
>
>Odd, isn't it? I was well into my teens before I discovered my parents'
>ages and then wondered if all the secrecy was because my mother was a
>year older than my father.
I never knew my parents' ages while they were alive. For some reason,
I have a vivid memory of a conversation I had when I was a small
child. A couple of teenage girls asked me, for no apparent reason, how
old my mother was. All I knew was that she was extremely old, so I
responded with the largest number I could think of, which was sixteen.
They found that very funny.
--
Don Aitken
Mail to the From: address is not read.
To email me, substitute "clara.co.uk" for "freeuk.com"
Mike Lyle
Oh, certainly: he was a real Queensland tall-story exponent, all right,
and a pretty good one. But the age thing was strange, I think (see also
Laura's experience).
--
Mike.
Robin Bignall
wrote:
>On Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:43:46 +0100, LFS
><la...@DRAGONspira.fsbusiness.co.uk> wrote:
>
>>Mike Lyle wrote:
>
>>> I didn't,
>>> however, believe that he was ninety-nine years old, or that my mother
>>> was only twenty-one: why /did/ some of that generation not want their
>>> children to know their ages? I was quite envious of contemporaries whose
>>> parents had trusted them with the information.
>>
>>
>>Odd, isn't it? I was well into my teens before I discovered my parents'
>>ages and then wondered if all the secrecy was because my mother was a
>>year older than my father.
>
>I never knew my parents' ages while they were alive. For some reason,
>I have a vivid memory of a conversation I had when I was a small
>child. A couple of teenage girls asked me, for no apparent reason, how
>old my mother was. All I knew was that she was extremely old, so I
>responded with the largest number I could think of, which was sixteen.
>They found that very funny.
My parents didn't discuss their ages, either. I don't think anyone's
did in my milieu back in those days. I discovered their ages by being
a precocious brat with long ears, at the age of ten or so, when for
some reason they had to find their birth certificates and discovered
that my mother had two, dated in consecutive years. I overheard the
resultant discussion during which, after some counting, they decided
that 1899 was correct for both of them, and her 1900 birth certificate
was in error. I didn't realise at the time that they were at least a
decade older than the parents of my school contemporaries.
--
Robin
(BrE)
Herts, England
LFS
My mother also had two birth certificates. She was born on Boxing Day
and legend had it that, when my grandfather went to register her birth,
both he and the registrar were a little the worse for wear, resulting in
the wrong year being written down.
Frank ess
My wife has two; she was registered as child of two non-existant
persons, and had to be re-registered as an adult, when our research
revealed the elaborate and inscrutable fiction she had been told. So,
since we were married under each of her names, we have two wedding
certificates. The ties that b(l)ind.
--
Frank ess
Maria C.
> Robin Bignall wrote:
>>> LFS wrote:
>>>> Mike Lyle wrote:
[all wrote about not knowing their parents' ages when they were
children]
Not knowing one's parents' ages seems odd to me. I've always known how
old my parents were. My mother was rather proud of having me just a week
or so prior to her 19th birthday. She also told me my father's age
(almost 22 when I was born).
My father and I didn't meet until I was about three years old. He was
overseas (during WWII) from a few weeks after he and my mother got
married (in 1942) until 1946. I think my mother must have talked to me
constantly in those early days.
And she was a great talker right to the end. My father, on the other
hand, was the "strong, silent type." Some people figured he couldn't get
a word in edgewise with my mother and me around.
My children have always known Brian's and my ages. But when he (my
husband) was young, I don't think he knew his own parents' ages. The
telling of ages must me something people either do or don't do.
--
Maria C.
We are always the same age inside. [Gertrude Stein]
Skitt
I have known my parents' birth years (1901 and 1910) since pretty early
childhood, but figuring their ages was left to me.
They stopped aging quite some time ago.
--
Skitt (AmE)
LFS
[birth certificates]
>
> My wife has two; she was registered as child of two non-existant
> persons, and had to be re-registered as an adult, when our research
> revealed the elaborate and inscrutable fiction she had been told. So,
> since we were married under each of her names, we have two wedding
> certificates. The ties that b(l)ind.
>
Wow, there's a story.
Peter Duncanson (BrE)
A minor legal question: Does this make you a bigamist?
--
Peter Duncanson, UK
(in alt.usage.english)
Mike Lyle
Isn't it just? My imagination won't leave it alone.
--
Mike.
R H Draney
Probably not...if his (first) wife's parents didn't exist, she also didn't
exist, which should be grounds for annulment in *any* jurisdiction....r
--
Evelyn Wood just looks at the pictures.
Sara Lorimer
> I was musing only this week about things adults had jokingly told me
> when I was a child, and which--I think unknown to, and unintended by,
> them--I'd believed.
My father told me that men's pinstripe suits showed how much money they
made. The richer they were, the closer together the stripes.
--
SML
Sara Lorimer
LFS
Do you think we can persuade Frank to tell us more?
Mike Lyle
Laz 'n' Saz, isn't it /part/ of the story that, in Frank's words, it was
an "inscrutable fiction"? (I don't know why I'm saying this: it's
Frank's, not mine.)
--
Mike.
LFS
Yebbut someone scruted it enough to discover it was fiction, innit.
Sara Lorimer
> LFS wrote:
> > Do you think we can persuade Frank to tell us more?
>
> Laz 'n' Saz, isn't it /part/ of the story that, in Frank's words, it was
> an "inscrutable fiction"? (I don't know why I'm saying this: it's
> Frank's, not mine.)
But... but... who raised her? Was it a mistake, or a deliberate
misregistration? Who were her parents in the revised registration?
Please?
--
Saz
Roland Hutchinson
Yeah, but is remarriage legal if the previous marriage hasn't been formally
annulled?
--
Roland Hutchinson Will play viola da gamba for food.
NB mail to my.spamtrap [at] verizon.net is heavily filtered to
remove spam. If your message looks like spam I may not see it.
Marius Hancu
> My wife has two; she was registered as child of two non-existant
> persons, and had to be re-registered as an adult, when our research
> revealed the elaborate and inscrutable fiction she had been told. So,
> since we were married under each of her names, we have two wedding
> certificates.
Two and two? Quite a story ... :-)
Marius Hancu
Marius Hancu
> My father told me that men's pinstripe suits showed how much money they
> made. The richer they were, the closer together the stripes.
Tell us more such things ... :-)
Marius Hancu
Arcadian Rises
wrote:
> The UnInmate wrote:
> > I remember someone I met as a child who was named Archbishop
> > Archibald Cox and who was supposedly an Anglican prelate here in
> > Toronto.
> > Over the years a number of local people have told me they'd never
> > heard of him.
>
> > Wiki just disclosed to me that Archibald Cox was actually a U.S.
> > Solicitor-General who prosecuted on Watergate. Looking at the photo
> > it's the same guy.
>
> > Not sure what to think right now, unless the fruit loops in
> > mathematical physics are correct and there *are* multiple realities.
>
> when I was a child, and which--I think unknown to, and unintended by,
> them--I'd believed.
For a long time I was under the impression that all animals, including
insects, communicate amongst themselves with articulate words and
phrases, in their own tongue, and only a polyglot like my dad can
understand them. Sometimes my dad was not in a mood to translate long
animal conversations, claiming that those beasts spoke too fast, or
stutter, or that there was really nothing important to report.
Purl Gurl
> Mike Lyle wrote:
>> The UnInmate wrote:
(snipped)
>> I was musing only this week about things adults had jokingly told me
>> when I was a child, and which--I think unknown to, and unintended by,
>> them--I'd believed.
> For a long time I was under the impression that all animals, including
> insects, communicate amongst themselves with articulate words and
> phrases, in their own tongue, and only a polyglot like my dad can
> understand them. Sometimes my dad was not in a mood to translate long
> animal conversations, claiming that those beasts spoke too fast, or
> stutter, or that there was really nothing important to report.
"Ignorant people think it's the noise which fighting cats make that is
so aggravating, but it ain't so; it's the sickening grammar they use."
- Mark Twain
Reminds me of a childhood story, as always.
Mamie J, our only teacher at school, and I do mean
the only teacher for all grade levels, gives us a
few days of lessons in a foreign language, Spanish.
We learn how to ask if a person speaks Spanish,
how to say hello, good-bye and say our name in Spanish.
Perhaps a few other utterances which I cannot remember.
Ever listen to an Okie speak Spanish? Right funny,
much funnier than Jesse Jackson speaking Spanish.
We are at a general store up in Broken Bow, Oklahoma,
to buy some supplies; Mason jars, couple pairs of
overalls, some socks and such. I'm just about head
high to the store counter. The store owner has a
parrot! First parrot I have ever seen. I point to this
parrot standing on a clothesline post, "Is that a crow?
Did you crayon his feathers?" He enjoys a good laugh
then tells me this bird is a very expensive parrot.
All of sudden this parrot up and speaks in a perfect
Okie accent, "How yall doing?"
I am surprised but reply, "I be doing right fine, thank you."
Parrot asks again, "How yall doing?"
Firmly I say, "I told you, I be doing right fine."
Once again, Parrot asks, "How yall doing?"
Now I am annoyed but uncertain if this parrot is
an elder and I am supposed to show respect. I tug
at my uncle's arm, "What's wrong with that parrot?"
My uncle is ornery, "Well, child, he can't understand
you cause of your'in Choctaw accent."
I am surely miffed, "I weren't speaking Choctaw!"
"I know," my uncle grins, "but he knows you're an Indian.
See? That there parrot has Indian feathers all over him."
Parrot pipes up, "How yall doing?"
I ignore parrot and ask the store man, "Where'd yall
get that parrot?" He acts important, "Well, girl, I bought
that parrot down in Tijuana, Mexico, greatest city ever
built by kings and queens. Right nice town with lots of
them pretty little senoritas." He winks at my uncle.
I am impressed, "Tia-juaner? That there is down in Mexa-co?
I can speak spinach!" My uncle and the man look at each other,
look at me, one asks, "You speak spinach, child?"
"Yes, sir! Mamie J is teaching us how to speak spinach!
You watch!" I lean towards this parrot, up on my tiptoes,
"Boo-wayne-knows dees-ass seen-nor parrot."
Parrot shakes his head then screeches, "Howdy yall!"
I'm just about floored, "That there parrot knows spinach!"
--
Purl Gurl
--
So many are stumped by what slips right off the top of my mind
like a man's bad fitting hairpiece.
Nick Spalding
on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 19:56:57 -0400:
> R H Draney wrote:
>
> > BrE filted:
> >>
> >>On Wed, 16 Jul 2008 11:53:34 -0700, "Frank ess"
> >><fr...@fshe2fs.com> wrote:
> >>
> >>>My wife has two; she was registered as child of two non-existant
> >>>persons, and had to be re-registered as an adult, when our research
> >>>revealed the elaborate and inscrutable fiction she had been told. So,
> >>>since we were married under each of her names, we have two wedding
> >>>certificates. The ties that b(l)ind.
> >>
> >>A minor legal question: Does this make you a bigamist?
> >
> > Probably not...if his (first) wife's parents didn't exist, she also didn't
> > exist, which should be grounds for annulment in *any* jurisdiction....r
>
> Yeah, but is remarriage legal if the previous marriage hasn't been formally
> annulled?
My parents married each other twice. They originally eloped and were
married unknown to their families in a Register Office in December 1922
and later had a full church wedding in August 1923. Marriage
certificates were issued for both events. It caused some difficulty
when they came to be divorced.
--
Nick Spalding
BrE/IrE
Mike Lyle
[...]
>
> My parents married each other twice. They originally eloped and were
> married unknown to their families in a Register Office in December
> 1922 and later had a full church wedding in August 1923. Marriage
> certificates were issued for both events. It caused some difficulty
> when they came to be divorced.
Is there really no rule to cover this state of affairs? I'd have thought
church marriages of couples already contracted civilly would be
regulated differently.
--
Mike.
Nick Spalding
on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 21:55:12 +0100:
They probably would have been if they had ever admitted to the first
marriage. My mother's parents certainly went to their graves
thirty-some years later not knowing about it.
--
Nick Spalding
BrE/IrE
Frank ess
Weird but true: she was born in a /pueblito/ in the mountains of
Chihuahua, and taken even farther into the mountains to be registered
and raised. The people who raised her told her her parents were a
famous actress and a famous politician, neither of whom could afford
to have it known there was a child from their brief union. They paid
for fostering and paper issues, and were never named. The first foster
parents made up a story about disaster befalling a young couple who
left behind the baby, and supplied close-to-generic names for
registration.
My wife lived in a moderate-sized city from about age seven, after
another foster family "freed" her and brought her down out of the
mountains. She spent another few years with yet another foster parent.
She left "home" at sixteen, convinced she could find a better life
than that offered as a servant to whomever offered her fosterers the
best deal. She found her own employment and was feeling prosperous,
but still had an eye for less work, more self-direction.
We met when she was working in a neighborhood restaurant where I spent
time teaching English to street kids, during slack hours. She was a
good and conscientious student, as well as a decent waitress, and we
got along pretty well. Eventually the English classes took up too much
time and space in the restaurant, so I rented an apartment around the
corner, and we moved in together. We jumped through the Mexican hoops
to marry, based on the phony registration she'd been able to secure.
Very happy young couple.
Once the marriage was approved and officialized, we began gathering
documents in support of an application for permanent residency in the
US. She took some time off and went to the place of her registration
to solicit a true hand copy and a baptismal certificate. While there
she was told to contact a man who was a well-known rancher with
several spreads and families throughout the mountains. After a
five-day journey by firewood truck and burro-back she tracked him
down.
He told her he was her biological father, that her name was not what
she thought it was, and the woman whom she thought of as her third
foster parent was her actual mother. She was not able to elicit any
motive for the fiction; we decided it must have been one among many
trial permutations of the father's stories to each of the several
wives and children he was responsible for, area-wide. Drama is part of
the cultural undercurrent; check out the "Novelas", TV and printed, to
see how ingrained.
Her father used his influence (and money she supplied) to cause a
registration to be produced, one complete with correct names and
relationships including her actual grandparents. She was twenty years
old when she learned who she was. It was several weeks after she came
down from the mountains before she was able to talk about it without
sobbing.
We made new vows in the same office, with the same witnesses, but a
different identity for her. Big, uncertain smiles all around.
The new documents worked very well, and after a few months, a
confrontation with an officious local employee of the American
Consulate, and intervention by the Consul himself, she obtained her
"Green Card". We left Mexico within hours, on 22 March 1966.
Two side-light stories:
The American Consul was a pleasant, capable, and understanding man.
Within a few months he was promoted to a similar position in the
capital city of Sonora. Within a few more months he was abducted,
tortured and strewn about some poppy fields in the foothills.
A year or so before my wife's trip to learn of her origins, just after
we moved in together, she had a strong feeling she needed to go home,
her first visit in four or five years. It was a must-do, and we hocked
everything we could gather and borrow on to make the passage. When she
arrived she was just in time to help pay for the funeral of her third
foster mother, the woman who was her biological mother. At that point
she did not know their true relatoniship. What it was that drove her,
I don't know, but when she has that kind of feeling we pay attention.
Did I cover everything?
--
Frank ess
Fred Springer
>
> Weird but true: she was born in a /pueblito/ in the mountains of
> Chihuahua, and taken even farther into the mountains to be registered
> and raised.
[snip fascinating and well-told story]
>
> A year or so before my wife's trip to learn of her origins, just after
> we moved in together, she had a strong feeling she needed to go home,
> her first visit in four or five years. It was a must-do, and we hocked
> everything we could gather and borrow on to make the passage. When she
> arrived she was just in time to help pay for the funeral of her third
> foster mother, the woman who was her biological mother. At that point
> she did not know their true relatoniship. What it was that drove her, I
> don't know, but when she has that kind of feeling we pay attention.
>
> Did I cover everything?
>
In the space realistically available, yes. But such an extraordinary
story could well be turned into a major novel. Thanks for sharing it
with us.
The UnInmate
"Frank ess" <fr...@fshe2fs.com> wrote in message
news:292dneD1goYeRuLV...@giganews.com...
I'm dumbfounded, Frank. If you wrote a novel with a plot like that no one
would be able to suspend disbelief. And you're still together? Hearty
congratulations!
Arcadian Rises
> Mike Lyle wrote, in <g5objh$q3...@registered.motzarella.org>
> �on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 21:55:12 +0100:
>
> > Nick Spalding wrote:
> > [...]
>
> > > My parents married each other twice. �They originally eloped and were
> > > married unknown to their families in a Register Office in December
> > > 1922 and later had a full church wedding in August 1923. �Marriage
> > > certificates were issued for both events. �It caused some difficulty
> > > when they came to be divorced.
>
> > Is there really no rule to cover this state of affairs? I'd have thought
> > church marriages of couples already contracted civilly would be
> > regulated differently.
>
> They probably would have been if they had ever admitted to the first
> marriage. �My mother's parents certainly went to their graves
Perhaps you shouldn't spill the beans now.
LFS
>
>
> Sara Lorimer wrote:
>> Mike Lyle <mike_l...@REMOVETHISyahoo.co.uk> wrote:
>>
>>> LFS wrote:
>>
>>>> Do you think we can persuade Frank to tell us more?
>>>
>>> Laz 'n' Saz, isn't it /part/ of the story that, in Frank's words,
>>> it was an "inscrutable fiction"? (I don't know why I'm saying
>>> this: it's Frank's, not mine.)
>>
>> But... but... who raised her? Was it a mistake, or a deliberate
>> misregistration? Who were her parents in the revised registration?
>> Please?
>
[snip amazing account]
>
> Did I cover everything?
>
Wow, that is quite a story - and what a wonderful movie it would make.
Nick Spalding
<e813669a-06a7-43ee...@r66g2000hsg.googlegroups.com>
on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:17:49 -0700 (PDT):
> On Jul 17, 5:09?pm, Nick Spalding <spald...@iol.ie> wrote:
> > Mike Lyle wrote, in <g5objh$q3...@registered.motzarella.org>
> > ?on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 21:55:12 +0100:
> >
> > > Nick Spalding wrote:
> > > [...]
> >
> > > > My parents married each other twice. ?They originally eloped and were
> > > > married unknown to their families in a Register Office in December
> > > > 1922 and later had a full church wedding in August 1923. ?Marriage
> > > > certificates were issued for both events. ?It caused some difficulty
> > > > when they came to be divorced.
> >
> > > Is there really no rule to cover this state of affairs? I'd have thought
> > > church marriages of couples already contracted civilly would be
> > > regulated differently.
> >
> > They probably would have been if they had ever admitted to the first
> > marriage. ?My mother's parents certainly went to their graves
> > thirty-some years later not knowing about it. ?
>
>
> Perhaps you shouldn't spill the beans now.
They died more than fifty years ago and the legalities were all
straightened out at the time of the divorce.
By the way, why is text you quote sprinkled with question marks?
--
Nick Spalding
BrE/IrE
HVS
I don't know the answer to that, but FWIW the initial quote of your
post seemed to insert a garbled punctuation/character where you've put
a second space; on this re-quote they've become question marks.
Odd.
--
Cheers, Harvey
CanEng and BrEng, indiscriminately mixed
Mike Lyle
Stunning, just stunning. Thank you for telling us, Frank.
--
Mike.
Robin
"Mike Lyle" <mike_l...@REMOVETHISyahoo.co.uk> wrote in message
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wife and I have been together since 1992
and her mother still doesn't know that her daughter is married. Don't ask!
I'm not sure why either.
Incidentally, and OT, owing to a small communication gap yesterday, I've
lost my main computer and am posting temporarily on an old rig, using OE.
It was weird. I decided to upgrade the memory to two gigs and shut the
computer down Wednesday, whereas I normally hibernate it. Unfortunately
SWMBO sneaked onto the system yesterday morning and then hibernated. I
fitted the memory and booted, as I thought, and Windows crashed with a
vengeance. I also discovered that the el cheapo motherboard had assymetrical
memory slots, one running faster than the other, so fitting a matched pair
of memory cards wouldn't work. So, I have another board but am taking this
opportunity of upgrading some other bits and pieces.
Sara Lorimer
[fascinating story snipped]
> Did I cover everything?
I'm satisfied!
--
SML
The UnInmate
"Robin" <docr...@ntlworld.com> wrote in message
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I'm not going to chastise you for not reading the motherboard manual first.
I tried to read my motherboard manual when I bought my current computer, but
between the badly translated Taiwanese and the savagely obscure electronics
schematics, I was defeated.
LFS
> I tried to read my motherboard manual when I bought my current computer, but
> between the badly translated Taiwanese and the savagely obscure electronics
> schematics, I was defeated.
>
>
Savagely obscure? How can obscurity be savage?
Marius Hancu
> They probably would have been if they had ever admitted to the first
> marriage. My mother's parents certainly went to their graves
> thirty-some years later not knowing about it.
Aha!
Marius Hancu
[great snip]
This is a la Cormac McCarthy ...
Marius Hancu
Peter Duncanson (BrE)
<la...@DRAGONspira.fsbusiness.co.uk> wrote:
>The UnInmate wrote:
>> I tried to read my motherboard manual when I bought my current computer, but
>> between the badly translated Taiwanese and the savagely obscure electronics
>> schematics, I was defeated.
>>
>>
>
>Savagely obscure? How can obscurity be savage?
Speaking from personal experience I can assure you that
electronics schematics can be savagely obscure.
Against all logic they seem to be actively obscure rather than
passively so. Once one has understood a small part of the
schematic the remainder appears to have responded by becoming
more stubbornly obscure than it was originally.
This falls under the law of the "cussedness of inanimate
objects".
--
Peter Duncanson, UK
(in alt.usage.english)
The UnInmate
"LFS" <la...@DRAGONspira.fsbusiness.co.uk> wrote in message
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I thought of saying "viciously obscure," but chose "savagely" instead.
Robin
news:Wf9gk.134629$dq6....@en-nntp-09.dc1.easynews.com...
sticks of DDR2700 x 512Mb, which, about a year ago I upgraded to 2 x 512Mb
DDR3200. What it ba(u)lked at was 2 x 1 Gb DDR3200, either of which worked
alone in slot one. As I said, it was a cheapo board, bundled with a 3Ghz P4
for a very good price at the time. The board was the last fling of old
technology in 1997, based mainly on IDE, with SATA as an add-on, and AGP
graphics. I've got another board with just SATA and PCI-E graphics, so I'm
waiting on the postman for new drives and graphics adapter.
--
Robin Bignall
John Swindle
wrote:
>. . .
>Incidentally, and OT, owing to a small communication gap yesterday, I've
>lost my main computer and am posting temporarily on an old rig, using OE.
>It was weird. I decided to upgrade the memory to two gigs and shut the
>computer down Wednesday, whereas I normally hibernate it. Unfortunately
>SWMBO sneaked onto the system yesterday morning and then hibernated. I
>fitted the memory and booted, as I thought, and Windows crashed with a
>vengeance. I also discovered that the el cheapo motherboard had assymetrical
>memory slots, one running faster than the other, so fitting a matched pair
>of memory cards wouldn't work. So, I have another board but am taking this
>opportunity of upgrading some other bits and pieces.
>
Well, after all, the thread title was "[ot] really screwed up memory."
John Swindle
wrote:
>LFS wrote:
>> Robin Bignall wrote:
>>> Don Aitken wrote:
>>>> LFS wrote:
>>>>> Mike Lyle wrote:
>
>[all wrote about not knowing their parents' ages when they were
>children]
>
>Not knowing one's parents' ages seems odd to me. I've always known how
>old my parents were. My mother was rather proud of having me just a week
>or so prior to her 19th birthday. She also told me my father's age
>(almost 22 when I was born).
>
>My father and I didn't meet until I was about three years old. He was
>overseas (during WWII) from a few weeks after he and my mother got
>married (in 1942) until 1946. I think my mother must have talked to me
>constantly in those early days.
>
>. . .
What I'm noticing is the age of the participants in the discussion.
I'm probably around your age, but we're the young folks here. I'll
have to remember to show more deference to the assembled elders in
this gathering.
Purl Gurl
> Maria C. wrote:
>> LFS wrote:
>>> Robin Bignall wrote:
>>>> Don Aitken wrote:
>>>>> LFS wrote:
>>>>>> Mike Lyle wrote:
(snipped)
> What I'm noticing is the age of the participants in the discussion.
> I'm probably around your age, but we're the young folks here. I'll
> have to remember to show more deference to the assembled elders in
> this gathering.
Well gosh, I always believed aging to be a process of disassembly.
Roland Hutchinson
Speaking of computing disasters, a couple of days ago a loose power
connection caused by a missing screw apparently fried the motherboard of my
ThinkPad T21, faithful companion of the last seven and a half years and,
incidentally one of two configurations released at the same time that were
the only laptops running Linux that IBM ever officially produced. (Whether
they actually sold any to paying customers is another question: mine was a
doorprize at LinuxWorld Expo.)
Well, Linux being Linux, I was able to pop out the disk drive and pop it
into a somewhat shoddier but still functional Toshiba Satellite that had
been savaged from the bottom of a colleague's closet some months ago, and
the system booted up as if to the manner born, with no complaints about
needing drivers or anything despite the different hardware.
Still, it ain't the same, and I'm a bit busted up over it. If anyone's got
a line on a T21 or T22 motherboard going cheap or a machine scrapable for
parts with a busted LCD or something, details may be addressed to the
undersigned.
--
Roland Hutchinson Will play viola da gamba for food.
NB mail to my.spamtrap [at] verizon.net is heavily filtered to
remove spam. If your message looks like spam I may not see it.
LFS
The young folks that I know of are Sara and Linz but there may be others.
I don't know how old Don is but I am a little younger than the other
posters listed above (not much, though).
We're all younger than Nick S and Bob C.
Garrett Wollman
LFS <la...@DRAGONspira.fsbusiness.co.uk> wrote:
>The young folks that I know of are Sara and Linz but there may be others.
>I don't know how old Don is but I am a little younger than the other
>posters listed above (not much, though).
I think I'm one of the younger people here (35) but that just means
that my earworms are from the '80s and '90s rather than the '60s and
'70s like most of you lot.
-GAWollman
--
Garrett A. Wollman | The real tragedy of human existence is not that we are
wol...@csail.mit.edu| nasty by nature, but that a cruel structural asymmetry
Opinions not those | grants to rare events of meanness such power to shape
of MIT or CSAIL. | our history. - S.J. Gould, Ten Thousand Acts of Kindness
Peter Duncanson (BrE)
<my.sp...@verizon.net> wrote:
>Well, Linux being Linux, I was able to pop out the disk drive and pop it
>into a somewhat shoddier but still functional Toshiba Satellite that had
>been savaged from the bottom of a colleague's closet some months ago,
"...savaged from..."
There was the computer enjoying a peaceful retirement in a snug
secluded place at the bottom of a closet when some brute of a
human mercilesslessly manhandled and wrenched it into full
daylight and then brutally electrocuted it.
Peter Duncanson (BrE)
Deference? Please don't overdo it!
Chuck Riggs
wrote:
>John Swindle wrote:
>
>> Maria C. wrote:
>>> LFS wrote:
>>>> Robin Bignall wrote:
>>>>> Don Aitken wrote:
>>>>>> LFS wrote:
>>>>>>> Mike Lyle wrote:
>
>(snipped)
>
>> What I'm noticing is the age of the participants in the discussion.
>> I'm probably around your age, but we're the young folks here. I'll
>> have to remember to show more deference to the assembled elders in
>> this gathering.
>
>
>Well gosh, I always believed aging to be a process of disassembly.
While it is true we're all falling apart in the larger sense, it
doesn't mean we can't grow in a smaller one. The best way I know of
doing this is to be constantly learning new things.
--
Regards,
Chuck Riggs
Near Dublin, Ireland
Peter Duncanson (BrE)
<ma...@peterduncanson.net> wrote:
>mercilesslessly
I may have gone slightly OTT with the "less"s there.
Roland Hutchinson
Pretty much what happened, now that you mention it.
Except that it was the other computer that got electrocuted. I'm typing on
the one from the closet. Did I mention that the "L" key is a bit sticky
and skips from time to time?
Purl Gurl
> Peter Duncanson (BrE) wrote:
>> mercilesslessly
> I may have gone slightly OTT with the "less"s there.
No problem here, I am an avid fan of La Belle Dame sans Merci.
R H Draney
> I think I'm one of the younger people here (35) but that just
> means that my earworms are from the '80s and '90s rather than the
> '60s and '70s like most of you lot.
There was music in the 90s?...I just assumed that after Milli Vanilli
the whole industry gave up....r
Sara Lorimer
> John Swindle wrote:
> > What I'm noticing is the age of the participants in the discussion.
> > I'm probably around your age, but we're the young folks here. I'll
> > have to remember to show more deference to the assembled elders in
> > this gathering.
>
> The young folks that I know of are Sara and Linz but there may be others.
Not only am I one of AUE's young folk, but I have been for over a
decade.
--
SML,
ageless
Frank ess
Frankenstein's monster-like?
I'm pretty sure I wasn't assembled. Sort of "just grew" kind of thing,
they tell me. Mrs Murray's corn-meal mush and goat milk were
contributors.
--
Frank ess
Richard Bollard
wrote:
[...]
>
>she was told to contact a man who was a well-known rancher with
>several spreads and families throughout the mountains. After a
>five-day journey by firewood truck and burro-back she tracked him
>down.
>
>He told her he was her biological father, that her name was not what
>she thought it was, and the woman whom she thought of as her third
>foster parent was her actual mother. She was not able to elicit any
>motive for the fiction; we decided it must have been one among many
>trial permutations of the father's stories to each of the several
>wives and children he was responsible for, area-wide.
[...]
>Did I cover everything?
Well it looks like the rancher did.
--
Richard Bollard
Canberra Australia
To email, I'm at AMT not spAMT.
Chuck Riggs
wrote:
>Peter Duncanson (BrE) wrote:
>
>> Peter Duncanson (BrE) wrote:
>
>>> mercilesslessly
>
>> I may have gone slightly OTT with the "less"s there.
>
>
>No problem here, I am an avid fan of La Belle Dame sans Merci.
Me too, and she needn't even be belle, although I grant that can be a
bonus.
Chuck Riggs
Nineties, you say. Was there music in the 80s?
Chuck Riggs
I'll do you one better: I get younger by the day.
Chuck Riggs
wrote:
>
>
Did Mrs Murray own the goat or just milk it for you?
Frank ess
All of that, and boiled the corn meal.
Alternative to mush and goat milk was cornbread and buttermilk.
--
Frank ess
Chuck Riggs
wrote:
>
>
>Chuck Riggs wrote:
>> On Sun, 20 Jul 2008 17:59:57 -0700, "Frank ess" <fr...@fshe2fs.com>
>> wrote:
<snip>
>>> I'm pretty sure I wasn't assembled. Sort of "just grew" kind of
>>> thing, they tell me. Mrs Murray's corn-meal mush and goat milk were
>>> contributors.
>>
>> Did Mrs Murray own the goat or just milk it for you?
>
>All of that, and boiled the corn meal.
>
>Alternative to mush and goat milk was cornbread and buttermilk.
I haven't been served any memorable cornbread since I left Virginia,
many years ago.
TsuiDF
> On 20 Jul200819:51:39 GMT, R H Draney <dadoc...@spamcop.net> wrote:
>
> >woll...@bimajority.org (Garrett Wollman) filted:
>
> >> I think I'm one of the younger people here (35) but that just
> >> means that my earworms are from the '80s and '90s rather than the
> >> '60s and '70s like most of you lot.
>
> >There was music in the 90s?...I just assumed that after Milli Vanilli
> >the whole industry gave up....r
>
> Nineties, you say. Was there music in the 80s?
Yes, but it was in black and white, I believe. There may have already
been cameras, though.
Stephanie
in Brussels
planning on remaining one of this group's middle-aged members for some
time to come, unless forced to admit otherwise