Countdown to infinity by halves

Dr. G. Brottel bent his knees and leaned back.

Neill, his dance instructor nodded.  “Yes, young man.  That’s exactly how you do it — chin up, look past your partner’s right ear and slightly point your right shoulder to hers, your hips straight.”

Galdous followed the instructions, just as he had followed instructions during his years at university, culminating in his dissertation, “Applying The Lamaze Method Aboard An L5 Society Geostationary Observation Station Boosted To An Earth-Moon Lagrange Point.”

This, of course, fed his interest in leading his partner, Yui, around the dance floor.

Mimicry circuitry in his central nervous system sped up his learning.

At night, he and Yui watched each other watch a 3D video which enhanced their sympathy learning of the moves in a weightless acrobatic encounter combining waltz, tango, Lindy hop, Balboa and East/West Coast swing.

By the end of their work shift the next day, their supplemental brain systems had worked out the coordinated muscle movements needed for smooth swaying on the spherical dance surface.

Yui, assigned to him and he assigned to her at birth, along with several alternative matches based on known genetic symmetry, melted into his arms as they spun “in the air” while holding the formal dance frames required for interplanetary competitions they planned to win.

Having grown up in adjoining educational centres but, not allowed to constantly interact like siblings, which tended to discourage the compatibility of their genetic material for later replication needs of the space colony, they had just enough similar phys-ed workout routines that meant they could anticipate each other’s moves without thinking.

Guinevere, a theoretical science university student and specialty dance instructor from Moon Base Amber Road, made mental notes about Galdous and Yui’s trajectories.

Her mental notes were sent to a supercomputer which adjusted the subroutines that would generate the next dance video for Galdous and Yui to watch that evening.

Guinevere, working on her PhD, the dissertation preliminarily titled, “Recalibrating Rocket Propulsion Guidance Systems Using Realtime Algorithm Remodeling of Neural Network Flow Diagrams,” general enough to give her flexibility with her university sponsor, had found that teaching others the dance steps she had learned during physical rehab not only helped her repair skeletomuscular damage from a bad spaceship smashup but also reinforced the pathways of her upgraded organic wireless circuitry.

In other words, practice what you preach, do what you say and say what you do, be a do bee, and go with the flow, as her therapist liked to say in mock repetition.

Guinevere held out her arms and Neill kicked off the floor toward her.

“Here’s what I mean, Galdous.”  Neill cupped his palm and placed it in the small of Guinevere’s back.  “Lift your left arm and gently push Yui forward.  Yui, bend your knees to your chest, balling yourself up, and spin around Galdous’ waist.”

As Guinevere spun around Neill’s waist, she remembered a mistake in her recent classroom experiment calculations, which meant that the student satellite they had launched yesterday was going to miss its target.

She closed her eyes and focused on correcting her mistake.

If she could work out the logic in the next few seconds, she just had time to send the new algorithm to the Moon for automatic coding, then routed to the satellite for reprogramming.

Later, while Galdous and Yui watched their evening dance instruction video, a student satellite performed a series of maneuvers in space that oddly resembled the steps in the instructional video.

Only Guinevere knew what was going on, silently laughing to herself as she explained to her fellow students recording the satellite’s path that she had invented a new method of optimising a satellite’s stress test by putting strong centripetal forces into effect that pushed the physical limits of the satellite, including triaxial shear test methods employing all six degrees of freedom at once.

Lee Colline managed the lives of everyone on the space station.

He paid attention to all communication between the station and bases throughout the solar system.  A pattern matching program alerted him to the accidental conjoining of Guinevere’s dance instructions and satellite reprogramming.

Lee ordered a review of future upgrades to all persons working and/or living on the station.

Although Guinevere’s “accident” had caused no harm and, in fact, may have led to a new discovery, he had to make sure that the next accident didn’t adversely affect the station.

The immediate application of basic science to practical living had long bothered Lee, who thought that some amount of peer review should separate the two after the Great Cataclysm had demonstrated the fallacy of shortterm economic subsystem profits over the longterm needs of the whole ecosystem.

Who, though, understood that socioeconomic systems rarely used peer review as a safety measure the way that scientists had long agreed peer review was necessary for protection against false claims and inaccurate conclusions?

He mentally wrote an emergency measure that would be reviewed by the Committee for implementation across the Solar System Space Station Network: “All student experiments must align their policies with the Post-Great Cataclysm Procedures for Protection Against Instant Gratification.”

The Future is Calling But is It a Wrong Number?

Some books of my father wait to be catalogued and read, a few based on war and spying.

Is a civilisation a sign of its architecture or the other way around?

When we survey the megalopolises that attract people like moths to a flame, how does the data sort out?

The boxes and cubes,
the donuts and folds,
the windows and doors,
the ceilings and floors.

Their general purposes.

Our general intentions.

We tear down buildings that no longer profit us when the footprint is more valuable for deeper/taller skyscraping monoliths.

A few pyramids and burial mounds remain from the thousands that once existed.

We pour prehistoric plants and animals for roads between cities that grow like slime mold, tendrils stretching for miles and miles.

Roads that fade into history as the oases that feed civilisations die out and sprout dies.

Dies and molds,
Forms and shapes,
Injections and cuts,
Diaphanous and cold.

When two or more generations separate us from war, what will our descendants think about civilisations — their competition for primary cultural status in architecture, for instance?

The Yellow Leaves of Autumn

Looking through the dusty bedroom window in the late morning sunlight, I saw yellow, lots of yellow…

Dirt and dust from Plains’ states, a plain state of dirt and dust, plane wood, plane wings, stated simply, plainly, mainly.

A hunter’s paradise, a Halloween scene, a setting for a Sorcerer soundtrack, a story tinged with subplots from “Special/RX.”

What about Collins by Samuel Johnson?

Seven Ages of Man, Redux Revisited Remake

I lay on the sofa in the sunroom, watching leaves follow an imaginary gravitational path to the ground, when a mosquito bounced against the window screen.

I thought about all the mosquitoes that are born and never find a meal, dying before they reproduce.

I thought about why our species has such a strong urge to save so many of us from certain death.

I remembered the poetic recount of the Seven Ages of Man.

I wondered what it would look like if I pretended not to know what the Seven Ages of Man is supposed to represent.

I thought of beds, chairs and desks.

That’s it!  The Seven Ages of Man is about furniture!

We live our lives to give furniture meaning and a feeling of purpose.

Thanks to the following websites for the reposted use of their images:

http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/44400/44468/44468_baby_crib.htm
http://www.freecraftunlimited.com/clipart-school-2.html
http://jessesharville.com/2010/09/08/lazy-lovers-in-bed/
https://www.australiandefence.com.au/news/thales-wins-dmo-cisso-contract
http://classroomclipart.com/clipart-view/Clipart/Legal/legal_1-judge-on-bench-in-court_jpg.htm
http://www.andreadams.com/the_cartoon_express_senior.htm
http://imgur.com/r/pics/O5IzW

A Distant Cousin Inquires…

[This post is for a distant cousin of my father, who wanted to know more about their family lineage, including personal accounts]

On Saturday, May 10th, 2008, the family history my father had shared with me as we spent time together on Saturday:

About growing up on Black Oak Ridge in Fountain City, TN, with his grandparents, same house his mother grew up in.  A large part of property on Black Oak Ridge owned by a freedman in late 1800s.  Part of freedman’s land purchased by Dad’s great-grandparents in early 1900s.

Grandparents married in 1910.  Dresser with mirror in my parents’ dining room served as part of wedding dowry.  Dad’s grandmother died while he, who took the train to work at Tennessee Theater (and usually walked home), was met by his two aunts at the theater so Dad knew the news they had.  His grandfather died in a nursing care facility during my youth.  Dad recalled where both his grandparents had laid in bed during their last days in their house.  He drew up floor plans of the two-story house.  I recall the old linoleum peeling up in the kitchen, faded wall covering in the front room (the wall dividing the front room into a bedroom and parlor long ago removed to accommodate a hospital bed), stairs to the second floor and a dark closet in the back of the second story with just a sheet over the door, giving a eery feeling to the upstairs.

“Granddad’s mother’s first name was Gertrude. She was known as a strong-willed, somewhat controlling person, especially to her daughter-in-law, my Grandmother, Lucy Margaret Pope Eldridge (Mrs. Frank L.) and my Mother, Thelma May Eldridge, etc., etc.

“Don’ t know her maiden name, nor do I remember her husband’s (Great-Grandfather Eldridge) first name.

“Granddad (Frank Eldridge), their first-born, was a sheet metal worker and union member at the Southern Railway.

“His youngest brother George Eldridge (Uncle Ed) was a staff member of the Burlington Route RR. He commuted daily by train from Naperville, IL, to The Loop and return, 1920s – late 1940s. (Uncle Ed “ran away with the circus” when he was young, and ended up in IL.) He and his wife, Lil, had one son, who lived in Kankakee, IL, until he retired to AZ. Best I recollect, Uncle Ed lived with him until he passed away. Lil (Lilly) was a first gen. German-American. I remember her Mother speaking in a German-accented English.

“His sister, Ada Eldridge Waters , and her husband, owned a small potato chip bakery in Pueblo, CO. Their son Earl was our only family member KIA in WWII.

“The middle brother, Charles, lived in LA and worked for Lockheed Aircraft there. He had one son, whom I met only once, when Granddad and I ‘went west’ in 1951. Never had contact with him thereafter.”

My father’s grandfather (my great-grandfather) worked as a tinsmith/sheet metal worker for the Southern Railway because he left school in the sixth grade to help support family (his father had worked as a blacksmith).  He used college-level math and trigonometric shortcuts to design and build parts for his job.  He also built the house on Black Oak Ridge, one story at a time.  The floor sloped down in places where he had extended the width of the house.

Dad’s mother and uncle used to haul water up the hill from a spring until they got regular running water at the house.  Dad used to play at the spring and creek with his friends Philip and George Bradfute.  One time they saw a water moccasin and hightailed it up the hill back to the house as if the snake could chase and catch them.

The scary room I remembered as a child had no fearful connotation to my father.  His grandfather developed black and white film from Brownie cameras in that room, considered an upstairs closet.  A tape job held together one of the family Brownies — family lore said that the camera had rolled all the way down House Mountain.

My great-grandfather owned only one car in his life, a Model T in the 1920s.  His wife had earned a reputation as a speedy driver of the car, started back when she had ridden a fast horse (the horse had racing blood and would outrun horse-and-buggy riders if passed).  The family used to ride the car up to Monte LeConte long before the Great Smoky Mountains National Park existed.  Mechanical brakes did not work well on the car so reverse was used to slow down the car.  On the way down the mountain one time, they couldn’t stop the car when a cow stepped out onto the road so they hit and killed the cow (and of course, damaged the car).  They located the farmer — he didn’t blame them or ask for compensation because the cow had stepped in front of them, not the other way around.

Harris and Pope are family names on the Eldridge side of my family (Eldridge is paternal grandmother’s name; Capps is paternal BIOLOGICAL grandfather’s name (and not one to discuss with my father since Papa Capps abandoned my father and his mother) — my father changed his name to Hill after his mother remarried).

Grandma Harris attended Smithwood School.  One of the stories she told related how some boys at school came from the French side of Switzerland (a town called Tunn?).  American school boys taught the Swiss boys how to say “I love you” to American girls and then laughed when the Swiss boys said the phrase to the American girls (probably thinking they were saying “Hello”).  Very funny.

The Harrises owned property where Maryville College now sits.  Supposedly a sign on the school campus attests to that fact.

Dad delivered newspapers as a kid.  Dad has told me about some of his famous customers in emails through the years.  I will pull those together for a later blog entry.

My great-grandfather kept a string of dried hot peppers on the back porch and would eat them to settle an upset stomach.  In his later years, he sat in the front room of the house to watch television.  A set of condos sits where that house stood — a result of my grandmother and great-uncle selling the property to a developer, teaching me that money has more importance than land held by two generations of family members, signs, too, that my family has always migrated to new/better land.
Subject: FW: Family history for descendents of Col. John Sawyers

Here is some information of Dad’s family history (scanned and OCR’d from a book cited in the email links at the bottom of this blog entry):

FAMILY HISTORY OF COL. JOHN SAWYERS. Col. John Sawyers, born in 1745; died November 20, 1831, age. 86 years. Buried in Washington Church Cemetery, Knox County, Tenn.

Rebecca Crawford, wife of Col. John Sawyers, born February 7, 1753 ; died February 25, 1841, age, 88 years and 8 days. Buried in Washington Church Cemetery. John Sawyers and Rebecca Crawford were married January 30, 1776, in Augusta County. Virginia. To this union were born the following children :

5. — John Sawyers, Jr., born April 9, 1786; died October 1, 1851. Buried in Washington Church Cemetery.

JOHN SAWYERS, JR., FAMILY.

John Sawyers, Jr., second son and fifth child of Col. John Sawyers, was a man of sterling integrity and of sober and industrious habits. In stature was about 5 feet 10 or 11 inches; dark hair and eyes, and withal a commanding figure; in deportment gentle and kind; in the church, state and society, he was one of the substantial citizens of that day. He married Nancy Shell, a daughter of Christian Shell, who early emigrated from Virginia and settled near Graveston, Knox County, Tenn. At the time of his marriage, in 1809, his father located him on about one-third of the one thousand acres purchased in August, 1794, which he afterwards willed him. Upon this tract of land John Sawyers, Jr.. built a large four-room, two-story house of native hewn logs, with a huge stone chimney in the center. Two rooms of this house are still standing with the chimney intact. This house is three-quarters of a mile East of the Josiah Sawyers old home, on the old Emery Road.

John Sawyers, Jr., was the first child born after the removal to Knox County. His second wife was Miss Martha Thompson, whom he married about 1846, who some years after the death of John Sawyers, Jr., married James S. Bell, Beaver Creek, Knox County, Tenn.

James S. Bell died Sept., 1860. His wife, Martha Sawyers Bell, died in 1866 or 1867. Both are buried side by side at Bell’s Camp Ground, Knox County, Tennessee.

2nd S. G. John Sawyers, Jr., fifth child of Col. John Sawyers, born April 9, 1786; died Oct. 1, 1851; buried Washington Church. Nancy Shell, wife, born Feb. 18, 1788; died May 26, 1844; buried Washington Church.

John Sawyers, Jr., and Nancy Shell were married July 11, 1809. To this union was born the following children, to wit:

7. Rebecca Crawford, born Oct.1. 1822; died Nov. 7, 1877 ; buried Anderson Cemetery. Married Samuel K. Harris. (See Harris part of History.)

Rebecca Crawford Sawyers Harris, seventh child of John Sawyers, Jr., became a member of Washington Church upon profession of faith soon after her marriage to Samuel K. Harris. Her life was full of Christian activity and work. She was a thorough student of the Bible, having been trained therein by her grandmother, and she in turn imparted this knowledge to her children by daily reading to them from the Holy Scriptures. She was a woman of strong character, self poised and possessed considerable executive ability. She met the cares and duties of life with a courageous heart and cheerfully and dutifully filled her place in her home. She was a true mother, devoted to the welfare of her children. She left her children, as a testimony to her la})or of love for them, the memory of a life which time cannot erase, and her children rise up and call her blessed.

The immediate cause of her death was pneumonia fever. The morning before she died in the afternoon she said to her son. Dr. M. M. Harris, “The chariots have been here all night waiting for me.” The most of her children were at her bedside, to whom she said many blessed words before her departure.

She was buried Sunday afternoon, Nov. 9, 1877, Rev. David A. Herron, her pastor, preaching the funeral. Buried in Anderson Cemetery.

SAMUEL KINCHEN HARRIS.

Samuel Kinchen Harris, twelfth child of Simon Harris. Born Sept. 12. 1818. on the Holston River, opposite the station known as Mascot, Tenn.. on the Southern Railway, about fourteen miles east of Knoxville. At the death of his father in 1831, Samuel Harris being about thirteen years of age, it fell upon his shoulders to support his widowed mother and two sisters, Clara and Martha. He had but a limited education, owing to the fact of his having to support the family, but notwithstanding this and the poor facilities at that day for getting an education, he attained a good common English education. In stature he was five feet ten inches, fair complexion, blue eyes and light hair; a robust, healthy man all his life.

At his marriage to Rebecca Crawford Sawyers in 1810, he moved to Harbison’s Cross Roads, where he rented a small farm and lived there until the fall of 1841, when he purchased a small farm in Hinds” Valley, eleven miles east of Knoxville, on the Tazewell pike. Here he lived until 1853, when he became Superintendent of the Knox County Poor Asylum, which was then and is now situated at [Maloneyville. He lived here four years, moving to the present old home eight miles east of Knoxville, on the Tazewell Pike, in January, 1857. This farm of two hundred and thirty acres he purchased from Dr. Isaac A. Anderson, founder of the present Maryville College, paying for the place at that time four thousand ($4,000) dollars. Here he lived, completing the raising of his first family of ten children. His beloved wife, Rebecca Crawford Sawyers, died November 7, 1877.

Samuel Kinchen Harris was one of the substantial citizens of Knox County, He served as Justice of the Peace of Knox County for six years, between 1870 and 1880. During this time he took an active interest in all matters pertaining to the best interests of the County, especially in the matter of public roads. He, as well as his first wife, were members of Washington Church, he being at his death a deacon in that church. He lived an honest, Christian life ; his word as good as his bond ; was honorable in all his transactions, leaving behind him a record that his children and descendants may justly be proud of.

OBITUARY of SAMUEL K. HARRIS

One of the Most Prominent Men of Knox County Died at an Advanced Age.

“Samuel K. Harris. age 82 years, one of the best known citizens of Knox County, residing in the Third Civil District, died Friday night, May 4th, 1900, at 7 o’clock, at his home. His health had been failing for some time, yet the end came as a surprise to his many friends in the city.

“The funeral occurred Sunday at 2 p. m., at the Anderson burying ground, six miles out on the Tazewell Pike. Rev. T. M. Lowery. D. D., pastor of the Third Presbyterian Church, Knoxville, conducted the services, assisted by Rev. J. H. Newman, of Maryville, Tenn.”

About a month after the death of Samuel K. Harris, William M. Harris, one of his pall-bearers. was killed by accident — June 19th, 1900. William M. Harris being an Elder, and Samuel K. Harris being a Deacon, in Washington Church, a memorial funeral service was held in their honor at Washington Church, some time in July following, the memorial sermon being preached by Rev. P. M. Bartlett, D. D., of Maryville, Tenn., who was then supplying the pulpit at Washington Church.

SAMUEL KINCHEN HARRIS’ FAMILY
2nd H. G.— 3rd S. G. Samuel Kinchen Harris, born Sept. 12, 1818 ; died May 4, 1900; buried Anderson Cemetery. Married Rebecca Crawford Sawyers, born Oct. 1, 1822; died Nov. 7, 1877; buried Anderson Cemetery. They were married Oct. 22, 1840, by Rev. Gideon S. White. To this union was born ton children, to wit :

3rd H. G.— 4th S. G. 1. Madison Monroe Harris, born Sept. 21, 1841.

2. John Sawyers Harris, born Aug. 2, 1843 ; died June 2, 1881 ; buried Anderson Cemetery.

3. Susan Malvina Harris, born Nov. 30, 1845.

4. Clarissa Rowena Harris, born IMareh 23, 1848 ; died July 14, 1901.

5. Joseph C’owen Harris, born July 23, 1850.

6. Rev. William Emmons Blackburn Harris, born May 7, 1853.

7. Mariah Paralee Harris, born Sept. 9, 1855.

8. Claiborne Alfred Harris, born June 2, 1858.

9. Ellen Cornelia Harris, born July 14, 1861.

10. Miunie Virginia Harris, born Aug. 28, 1865.

WILLIAM E. POPE’S FAMILY.

3rd H. G. — 4th S. G. Ellen Cornelia Harris, born July 14, 1861, married William E. Pope, born June 4, 1861. They were married September 20, 1883. To this union was born six children., to wit:

4th H. G.— 5th S. G. 1. Nettie Rebecca Pope, born July 5. 1884.

2. Lucy Margaret Pope, born April 24, 1887.

3. Willie Myrtle Pope, born Aug. 2, 1889.

4. Charles E. Pope, born April 16, 1894; died March 30, 1895; buried Anderson Cemetery.

5. Laura Cornelia Pope, born Feb. 28, 1896.

6. Pearl Richmond Pope, born Aug. 13, 1898.

W. E. Pope lives at Fountain City, Tenn. Has been employed by the Sanford, Chamberlain & Albers Drug Company for fifteen years. He and his family are members of the Fountain City M. E. Church.

4th H. G.— 5th S. G. Nettie Rebecca Pope married Nov. 3, 1909, to Rufus H. Caldwell, born Sept. 21, 1875. To this union has been born two children, to wit :

5t.h H. G.— 6th S. G. 1. Evalyn Palmer Caldwell, born June 20, 1910.

2. James Erwin Caldwell, born Dee. 1, 1911.

R. H. Caldwell is connected with the Miller Dry Goods Co., of Knoxville, and lives at Fountain City, Tenn.

4th H. G. 5th S. G. Lucy Margaret Pope was married Sept. 3, 1910, to Frank L. Eldridge. To this union has been born one daughter, to wit :

5th H. G.— 6th S. G. Thelma May Eldridge, born May 22, 1912. Died May 19, 1997.

Mr. Eldridge and family live at Fountain City, Tenn. Prank L. Eldridge is an employee of the Southern Railway Company, Knoxville, Tenn. He is an active member of the Baptist Church.

OBITUARY for Thelma May Eldridge

HIRTH, THELMA ELDRIDGE HILL – age 84, passed away Monday evening in Port Charlotte, Fla. She was a charter member of the South Biscayne Baptist Church. She was a charter cradle roll member of Central Baptist Church of Fountain City. She held a life-membership with the American Federation of Garden Clubs and a life-member of the Florida Garden Clubs. She was preceded in death by her first husband, Lee Bruce Hill; and her parents, Frank Lee and Lucy Pope Eldridge. Retired school teacher of Knox County Schools. Survived by husband, Clarence Hirth of Florida; son and daughter-in-law, Richard Lee and Evelyn Hill of Kingsport; granddaughter and grandson-in-law, Anne Hill and Kevin Sherwood of Kingsport; grandson and granddaughter-in-law, Richard L. II and Janeil Hill of Huntsville, Ala.; great-grandchildren, Nicholas and Maggie Sherwood. Graveside service 2:30 p.m. Saturday, Greenwood Cemetery, Rev. Ed Jenkins officiating. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Central Baptist Church of Fountain City Library Fund or to Carson Newman College. The family will receive friends from 1-2 p.m. Saturday at Gentry-Griffey Chapel.

Thelma May Eldridge married, in 1933 or 1934, James Horace Capps, born in Knoxville, in the year 1913 [(He subsequently married Bessie Eunice Stallings on 29-Apr-1939 in Knox Co, Tennessee, and had two children: CLADUETTE CAPPS, b. 03-Jun-1946, Knoxville, Knox Co, Tennesse/Knoxville, Knox Co., TN.; ii. JR JAMES HORACE CAPPS, b. 23-Aug-1947, Knoxville, Knox Co, Tennessee.) (She subsequently was remarried to Lee Bruce Hill, born on 27 Jan 1911 (Joppa, Grainger, TN), died on Apr 1978; after Lee’s death, she was remarried to Clarence Hirth – no children were born from from either of the last two marriages)]. To this union was born one son, to wit:
6th H. G.— 7th S. G. Richard Horace Capps was born February 22, 1935 (changed his name to Richard Lee Hill by Court Order-Knox County-1944*).  Died May 18, 2012.

Richard Lee Hill was married to Mary Evelyn Teffeteller on August 26, 1956.  To this union were born 2 children, to wit:

7th H.G. — 8th S.G. 1. Richard Lee Hill, II was born May 6, 1962.

2. Anne Elizabeth Hill was born February 22, 1964.  She was married to Kevin Sherwood on Dec. 28, 1985 (subsequently, she was remarried to Bruce Trask – no children were born from the last marriage).  To this union were born 2 children, to wit:

8th H. G.— 9th S. G. 1. Nicholas Ryan Sherwood was born June 25, 1992.

2. Maggie Ellen Sherwood was born May 13, 1994.

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Subject: Family history for descendents of Col. John Sawyers
To: My Children/Grandchildren
Date: Saturday, July 3, 2010, 11:04 AM

Dad/Grandpa Richard L. Hill, writes:

Please see the following link for the family history of Col. John Sawyers, from whom I am descended.

See p. 132 for listing of my Mother, Thelma May Eldridge.

She was 5th Harris generation and 6th Sawyers generation. Thus I am 6th Harris and 7th Sawyers.

Note that the book may be viewed in a variety of ways.

http://www.archive.org/details/familyhistoryofc01harr

http://www.archive.org/stream/familyhistoryofc01harr#page/n7/mode/2up

*Dad writes:
Rick, I am not adopted. My name was changed from Richard Horace Capps to Richard Lee Hill by Court Order-Knox County-1944. I have the exact date and have a copy of the court order, should you want a copy of that copy. Lee was from Lee Bruce Hill, Frank Lee Eldridge and Ralph Lee Eldridge.You were the 5th Lee!

Richard was from Richard M. Harris, who entered service as Sgt, Co F, 3d TN Infantry,U.S.A, at Flat Lick, KY, Feb 10, 1862. (I see a faint hand written note in the S-H Fam Hist Book (hereafter S-H FHB), that says “Great Uncle” (of ?).

That same day, another relative entered service at the same place. William M. Sawyers entered as Captain of Co K, 3d TN INF, USA. He was appointed. Lt. Col. 8-20-1863.

Though in heavy fighting throughout the Civil War, each survived the War and was mustered out in Feb 1965. Richard Harris was wounded.

In battle, William was struck down by an exploding shell and carried from the field of battle unconscious. “His person seemed charmed in this engagement, as his sword was broken, and a number of bullets passed through his uniform, but strange to say, his body was unharmed.” (S-H FHB)

Note that they served in the UNION ARMY. We had relatives on both sides.
Knoxville was a town with sympathies in both directions, N. and S.

Here are Forgey men who served : (none shown in Am Revolutionary War in S-H FHB).

War of 1812-15
Alexander G. Forgey, (with Jackson at Battle of New Orleans, which , as you know, took place AFTER the war was declared over-no instant communication then).

Seminole War, 1836-37
James A. Forgey, (son of Alexander A. Forgey) , under General Jessup.

War with Mexico, 1846-48
James A. Forgey, (the same!), entered service again as a private in Co. C, 1st Indiana Infantry, at New Albany, Ind., June 14, 1846, under command of Col. James P. Drake. Mustered out in New Orleans, June , 1847.

Andrew J. Forgey entered service on same date and place and in same unit as James A., served under Gens. Scott and Taylor in Mexico. Mustered out same date and place.

Civil War, 1861-65
James A. Forgey, (yep, once again!), though 45 years old at the time, entered service as Corporal in Co. H, 29th Iowa Infantry, USA, July 24, 1862. This time he was less fortunate, for he contracted smallpox and all but died of it. He was mustered out on disability April 24, 1863.

Thomas C. Forgey, son of Alexander C. Forgey, private, Co B, 46th Indiana Infantry, Feb. 18, 1864. Mustered out Sept. 4, 1865, in Louisville, KY.

Andrew A. Forgey, son of James A. Forgey, private, Co B, 46th Ind. INF, etc, same as Thomas above.

John B. Forgey, son of James A. Forgey, private, Co H,4th Iowa INF, June 4, 1861. Died of smallpox Feb 3, 1863 and buried in National Cemetery, Young’s Point, LA.

 

“……ain’t gonna study war no more….”
from an old A-A ( formerly Negro) spiritual whose title I do not remember.

News Digest, 14th of October 2012

A few years ago, I installed a couple of ultrasonic buzzers in our attics to keep out animals.  The first year, it was quieter than usual — fewer bumps in the middle of the night by our furry friends.  Then, this year, I discovered a family of raccoons had taken up residence in the attic.

Call it affirmation of survival of the fittest except, in this case, it is a family of deaf raccoons that discovered a place to live peaceably under the roof of our house.

I found out that fact last night by opening the attic door and shouting at the raccons to be quiet.  The baby raccoons kept chasing each other until one of them must have smelled me and turned, catching the attention of the other two who turned and froze, too.

Waving my arms and making aggressive charging motions scared them off into the unreachable corners.

Well, at least there’ll be no more screaming at the top of my lungs and confirming to my neighbours that the crazy man next door is trying to commune with the dead again.

In robot news, more from the analysis of Heidegger’s Being and Time by Hubert L. Dreyfus…

“2. Comportment is adaptable and copes with the situation in a variety of ways. Carpenters do not hammer like robots.  Even in typing, which seems most reflex-like and automatic, the expert does not return to the home keys but strikes the next key from wherever the hand and fingers are at the time.  In such coping one responds on the basis of a vast past experience of what has happened in previous situations, or, more exactly, one’s comportment manifests dispositions that have been shaped by a vast amount of previous dealings, so that in most cases when we exercise these dispositions everything works the way it should.”

“4. If something goes wrong, people and higher animals are startled. Mechanisms and insects are never startled. People are startled because their activity is directed into the future even when they are not pursuing conscious goals.  Dasein is always ahead of itself.”

In other words, our actions/thoughts are based purely on the past while focused on the future.  No wonder we have no idea what we’re doing in the present moment.

In business news, UPS made a hostile bid for the company Space Exploration Technologies Corp, commonly known as SpaceX, now that SpaceX has demonstrated its near-Earth-orbit package delivery service is reliable.

Experts expect FedEx to make a competitive bid to prevent UPS from expanding its reaches to “infinity and beyond,” with FedEx merely wanting to “be there before there are customers to be there,” mainly the Earth-to-Moon route that international transportation corporations are watering at the mouth to sink their teeth into.

The UPS CEO denied that Felix Baumgartner would be vice president of dropoff service for the new SpaceX division, if their bid is accepted.

The bicycle messenger union has opened negotiations for a stratospheric drop and parachute deployment training center that could provide pinpoint hand-delivery of packages to customers in remote locations via sky-high balloon or dirigible.

Pickup of the delivery person is a major sticking point in the negotiations at this time.

While…

While we wait for the launch of the balloon/capsule combo that will take Felix Baumgartner to a 23-mile jumpoff altitude, we pause to reflect on the activities of our species elsewhere:

  • Children are born
  • Bombs are set off in street bazaars
  • Flowers bloom from planted seeds
  • Families gather for reverent reasons
  • People suffer smashups on highways
  • A person learns to read
  • Someone dies from an accidental injection of meningitis
  • A phone rings

A song for the moment.

An Apology

We want to apologise to you Earthians.

A friend of ours who used to work in the roadside gem mining tourism business in western North Carolina — where “seeding” buckets with gems is common practice — was responsible for cleaning the scoop on the Mars rover, Curiosity, before it left your planet for the planet of war.

As a practical joke, he “seeded” the scoop on the rover so that when the rover processed the Martian soil, the seeded material would give a hilarious test result for scientists to ponder.

Or so we believe he first said.

Since then, he has retracted his original statement and is seeking psychiatric help in order to avoid jail time which would have been administered by the Inner Solar System Scientific Crime Council in a summary judgement.

We are evaluating other test equipment on board the rover, wondering if the purple haze we see in some images is a result of him covering camera lenses with rubies, sapphires and other gems he collected during his youth.

The Apple computer corporation is cooperating in this investigation.

The U.S. State Department has denied providing consultation to the worker on the ability to backtrack from one’s initial statements and expect to be believed ever again.

More as it develops…

The First Wave?

So, now that the first wave has crashed upon us, with robots taking over people jobs, what do we do with people who can’t compete against robot-level “thinking,” be it repetitive factory assembly work, warehouse stocking/delivery, data analysis, automotive driving, lab tech work, house vacuuming, aerial bombardment, video surveillance, traffic control, virtual newspaper front page creation, social networking, stock market trades, technical support (via smart FAQs, chatbots), etc.?

Not only must we compare against each other for jobs in the global marketplace, where only the local job is [somewhat] secure — barber/hairstylist, restaurant worker, medical specialist, carpenter, plumber — we must now also compete against our electromechanical creations.

What do we do with the humans who do not have the mental training or motivation to compete against machines?

We talk about global trade and illegal immigration having a downward push on average worker wages, and thus takehome pay/disposable income, but we don’t often talk about the animatronic elephant in the room.

The future is now.

We are feeding the network that films like “Terminator” slyly joked about.

How dystopian you see our current future is up to you, depending on your place in the socioeconomic system we define as if there were hard-and-fast rules about a direct correlation between wages/housing/employment status and happiness.

If a robot replaces you and you are dismissed (fired/laid off) from your job, are you going to redefine your level of happiness?

Isn’t that the goal of a robotic world that was given to us many decades ago?  A new leisure class that no longer had to work because robots were going to “work” while we chose activities that we enjoyed, whatever we want to say we enjoy, including for some, work?

When our human-computer interface ratchets up the level of expectations/sensations/stimuli in the moment, like a natural high for which we grow numb after repeated achievement, seeking the next level of a natural high after another after another after another after another after another after another after another after another…sorry, I just couldn’t stop, you know how it is…where in all that are the products we can afford to buy when a large number of us no longer have jobs to pay for our place in this leisure class where “getting high” has so many new legal forms?

In other words, we are back to the definition of barbarians at the gate staring in wonder at a society which has vastly redefined the meaning of a job.

We are asking the barbarians (and I include myself here) to retrain ourselves to program the machines that are taking over the jobs we have to keep retraining ourselves past the point of enjoying ourselves to lose and rebid the jobs we make ever more complex for the sake of a system that is becoming more and more autonomous, pushing more and more of us out of the way.

It is an argument worth reminding ourselves to make during our rush to automate tasks that once gave us a good standard of living.

Buggy whip manufacturers and Luddites are the classic examples here, of course.

Inconsistencies and inefficiencies in the system  (e.g., medical doctors spending more time on complicated laptop computer programs than with their patients) create room for jobs but who’s minding the system that has grown bigger than any one of us or all of us combined?

When will a stock trading system, a factory and a distribution warehouse start producing profit for itself alone, no longer needing humans-in-the-loop for product sales to/for itself?

Can a robot in a factory predict its failure rate, order parts from another factory (we’ll leave off the thought of it using a local 3D printer to produce its own parts (which would, similar to the rest of this example, require a system to acquire/order raw material for the printer)), the factory receiving the order, fulfilling it, shipping it and installing it without a single one of us involved in the process?

Isn’t that the system we’re creating, the Second Wave, if you will?

Won’t some of the lessons we learn from remote-controlled drones and planetary rovers lead us to this scenario?

Haven’t automated crop management systems reached a similar point, ordering seeds, planting/maintaining/harvesting the crops and delivering the product to a market, where automated futures trading makes a profit for itself, which is shared with us?

Bottom line: where are many of us in the future?