Well, if ever I wanted to open a full can of wrigglin’ worms, the history of the U.S. Census would rate high. I have been delving back into my own family history lately, and any researcher of that ilk will tell you that the life blood of many a new branch on the family tree begins with the census.
I will not attempt to scrawl an in depth history of the census. You can do that yourself. However, here are some fun links I recently found about what it’s like to be a census taker. You know, way back before computers, and beyond.
What Did A ’40s Census-Taker Look Like? — Here you have a brief article from LIFE magazine. The photos are posed, but they convey a great deal about what life was like in middle America coming out of the 30’s.
Here we have an article from AOL – yes! AOL! From 2010, this article will give you some indication of how antiquated the fact gathering system was, even in 2010. DISCLAIMER: If this link is broken when you click it, don’t come cryin’ to me…
Here I leave you with a swell link to the actual Census Bureau website. Fascinating stuff! On the left margin are links to facts about the progression of how the census changed over time. As you might imagine, many folks have looked upon census takers as intruders, bent on collecting information for nefarious purposes. In actuality, the census was conceived and perpetuated so the people of the United States can be fairly represented. If you disagree with that perspective well, that’s your right. I highly suggest however, that if the census man comes to your door, ask questions first. Better yet; answer the questions. ~TH~
When I’m out & about, I often say something lightly that elicits gazes of perplexion upon the hearers complexion. Hence- UNDER MY OWN STEAM. Anyone out there familiar with this one? Let me know, thanks.
I really like The West Wing. Yes, now that it’s over, it’s fairly easy to punch holes into it. But wow, what great writing.
I always enjoyed the tension between Danny ConCannon and C.J. Craig. Low and behold, I’m watching the film Stripes (because that shit is funny), and who do I recognize in the scene? The scene where some pleeb fires a mortar rocket at the observation deck where Sgt. Hulka is standing? Yep. Danny ConCannon.
I’m daydreaming the other day, thinking about the Beatles. Who was their first manager? Immediately the name Buddy Ebsen pops into my mind. I know of course that this is incorrect. Still, I let this montage of silliness take it’s course.
Yep. Jed Clampett is now the founder of a british invasion pop music group. Weeeeell doggie!
I will let your own mind fill in the blanks. For the record: I did come up with Brian Epstein shortly after. Not near as funny. ~TH~
Let me start by saying; I understand the adage, “You get what you pay for”. I found this difficult to believe yesterday, when I began to research the purchase of a new attache style briefcase. Searching on the interwebs, I sought a decent case that wouldn’t break the bank. I was disappointed to discover that even as I climbed up into the “premium” cases, the reviews were less than stellar.
This may be in part because the attache style has given way to the leather shoulder bag, messenger style. Those are fine, I have several. What I need at the moment though, is more like a portable office, with most of what I need already in place when I open my case. Assuming I keep the thing organized, I should be able to open it flat and begin working. With a top loading case, I’m always pulling stuff out, digging around, then stuffing all my stuff back in- rarely in an organized fashion.
Many of the reviews for attache style cases focused on if it was “real leather”, or how impressive the case looked. I don’t give a rat’s a$$ about those things. I just don’t want the thing coming apart on me; which apparently, many of them do. Crappy glued construction, and crappy stitching.
I know that my father’s old briefcase is tucked away somewhere in this house. If I ever find it, I’ll post a review of that critter. Now that was how you put together an attache case. *End Rant*
Yes, I like typewriters. Recently I have backed off of my own use of the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’ in regard to experiences, devices and people. Unless I truly do hate… or love them. After all, I don’t hate certain politicians who occasionally sit in the oval office. Suffice it to say, they may not be my ‘cup of tea’.