Among my goals for December: write a post on the 150th of Gettysburg. I’ve been putting it off for a while but December is coming to a close. And so, it is time that I, the Domer in DC, climb the apex of bloggery.
As you may have been aware, this year, 2013, marks the 150th anniversary of the Civil War. There have been anniversary notices and articles for a few years now because the 150th anniversary actually spans 2011 to 2015, but could go even earlier than that, if you want to get into Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Bleeding Kansas and cover all the related things. I won’t get into that because I’ve never read Uncle Tom’s Cabin and I’m not in Kansas anymore, Toto. And honestly, all the related things get discussed ad nauseum at history nerd events anyway and I’m not sure I could distill the arguments into something blogworthy.
Event staff: you had one job.
I meant to post this earlier, but things happened, like turkey, NaNo, and all the stuff I’ve left at my parents’ house showing up on my doorstep, which sadly had all the things I didn’t want and none of the things I did want, and needed a home before the mess took over.
Back to the topic at hand: As everyone knows (I hope), the “first” Thanksgiving was celebrated in Plymouth, Massachusetts by the Pilgrims, who were celebrating a bountiful harvest after a a couple of rough years in which many of them died from starvation and disease. What helped them survive the next year was the assistance of the Wampanoag tribe, and Squanto of the Patuxent people, who taught them about agriculture and planting and things. I remember seeing a picture in elementary school of Squanto planting dead fish with corn seeds and of the Pilgrims looking on in awe. As the dead fish decayed, they would provide vital nutrients for the growing corn plants. Mmm dericious.
Just a little something I whipped up in a couple of hours …
Many weeks ago – the week before the USC game – it came to my attention that a premier Irish hurling team was going to be at Notre Dame to have a demonstration of, well, hurling. Not knowing much more about the sport than that it existed, I decided to go. Continue reading