We have a third-generation family story we tell of Frances William Schryer – my maternal grandfather. To the right, Frank and family. Frank had 7 brothers and sisters. He married my grandmother when he was 23 and she 19. He was apprenticed as a tool and dye maker at the time, and earning a goodContinueContinue reading “Family Legends – Working the Union”
Author Archives: Sonya Schryer Norris
Fred!
Nooooooo! Fred Thompson has dropped out of the presidential race. Fred! Fred! Where for art thou, Fred? How could you leave me like this, Fred? Ohhhh, Fred. Yeah, right. Voted for Hilary in the Michigan primaries. Plan to vote for her contentedly at every opportunity. First time since Clinton 1 ran that I feel satisfiedContinueContinue reading “Fred!”
Snobby Quote of the Day
There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have. – Don Herold Damn, I hate it when somebody nails my particular snobbishness so well.
Steven Saylor ROCKS!!
I named our cat Bethesda after a first century Roman concubine (actually, she was a slave, then she was manumitted and married the man who formerly owned her. don’t get all political on it, its not porn and the books work and I can’t believe I’m defending a book where a manumitted woman marries herContinueContinue reading “Steven Saylor ROCKS!!”
What I’m Reading
Hubby and I are reading Dark of the Moon by John Sandford and The Judgment of Caesar : A Novel of Ancient Rome I’m reading Chrysalis (Star Trek Voyager, No 12) The last Star Trek Voyager book I haven’t read. A moment of silence. I’m nursing it. and I just finished re-reading Atlas Shrugged byContinueContinue reading “What I’m Reading”
Ego follow-up
As long as we’re on the topic of my ego (and we are; we so, so are), my graduation picture from library school:
Ego Coming ‘Round Again
Going into the polling station this evening we were approached by a man with a petition. I signed and he said, “Is this your father?” “No,” I said, “Husband. He got lucky.” “Damn straight he did,” the guy said under his breath, his eyes lingering not so long on my chest that Hubby would needContinueContinue reading “Ego Coming ‘Round Again”