"As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do." Andrew Carnegie

So, for one thing, I revised my Thanksgiving Carol, fine-tuned it & added a verse. For another, I spent a large bit of time, shopping and cooking for my family [made 'em sing my song w/ me], hollowing out pie pumpkins & stuffing them, roasting them. Oh baybee: try this recipe. For yet another, the indominatable Carry A. Nation was born on this day in 1846, on Andrew Carnegie's 11th birthday.

Anniversary

So, on the 30th of June, 1919, the ill-omened Treaty of Versailles had just been signed, Jack Dempsey was preparing for the match that'd win him the heavyweight boxing championship, and wily, determined, selectively generous old Andrew Carnegie was on his deathbed. Earlier that year the buying, selling, swigging, sipping, tippling, and/or drinking became against the Law and too, the country, desperate to return to a normalcy that probably never existed was all hot & bothered with a Red Scare.

Harry Truman and Bessie, his blond bride of 2 days, were off honeymooning. Meanwhile, in Cameron, Missouri, beautiful dark-haired Eulah Brown was being married to redheaded, blue-eyed Albert Harley Wolfe, just home from the Western Front. And here I am, one of their 10 grandchildren, 91 years later, letting you know about them. Harley, as he was known, was given up for adoption when he was a boy in Illinois, him and his sisters, by their father, James Wolfe. His wife, whose name is lost (to me anyway), had died. The youngest sister was Emma, a red-haired 3-year-old, when she was put aboard an orphan train. A childless Minnesota couple, the Stickneys, adopted her, changing her name to Alice....