This image shows a little bit of information on Caleb Russell Soria's great great great great greatgreat great grandfather Andrew Russell Sr., and Caleb's great great great great great great grand father (James Miller Sr.) and grandmother (Polly Russell Miller). James Miller Sr. and Polly Russell Miller were married in 1792. They lived in Washington County Pennsylvania, southwest of Pittsburgh. James Miller Sr.'s father (Samuel Miller Sr.) was born in Ireland in 1717, where his family had moved from Scotland in 1714 to get away from the insurrection of the Scots against the English. Samuel Miller Sr. arrived in the Americas circa 1748 or 1750.
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This is an image of the geneological information on Caleb Russell Soria's great great great grand parents (James Alexander Miller and Eleanor Creswell). They were married in 1837. This is page 39 of the 1931 booklet entitled "The Shillito and Miller Familes".
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This image is of page 40 in the pamphlet entitled The Shillito-Miller Familes, published in 1931. It shows information on Caleb R. Soria's great great great great grandmother, and her siblings. One of her siblings was the noted clergyman of the 1880's to the early 1900's, James Russell Miller. Anna Miller Moore named her son James Russell Moore in honor of her brother James Russell.
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This is a picture of Caleb Russell Soria's great great great grandfather (William Moore) and great great great grandmother (Anna Miller Moore) living in New Concord, Ohio, around 1902. The Anna and William's children in the picture are (L-R) Paul Miller Moore, Ivy Pearl Moore, and James Russell Moore.
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This is a picture of Caleb Russell Soria's great great grandfather James Russell Soria when he was about 20 years old, while living in New Concord, Ohio.
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This is a picture of Caleb's grandparent, Russell Martin Moore, at the age of 20 in 1962 while attending Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois.
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This is the cover page of the privately publushed booklet with some history of the use of the "Russell" name in Caleb Russell Soria's family. It was published by an old man, Samuel Miller Smith, who's own name came down to him through many generations.
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This is the cover of the privately printed 1931 booklet which has detailed information on the Miller family which led into the use of "Russell" as Caleb Soria's middle name when he was born on October 25, 2005, in Brooklyn, New York.
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This is Uncle Paul's grave marker in New Concord, Ohio. Chelsea makes a big deal about the symbol between the 1961 and the 1963. It may be that Uncle Paul should have been running the world because of his down-to-earth directness and honesty, but I do not think that he was.
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Chelse has been reading the Da Vinci Chronicles lately, and has suddenly been taken with the fact that my Great Uncle Paul Miller Moore was the Grand Master of the Knights Templar in the United States at one time. This picture is when Uncle Paul was probably Grand Master of Pennsylvania circa 1935, and he stand with my grandfather James Russell Moore, my father Paul Martin Moore, and my father's brother James Harvey McGeorge Moore in full regalia. I never took this very seriously, but some people evidently think that the masons are still trying to run the world.
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A Trek Through the Blizzard to Lyndelle's

There was a classic nor'easter winter storm last Saturday, which ended up being a wicked but manageable blizzard. Chelsea and I walked through the storm about a mile along Prospect Park Southwest to Caton and East Seventh from 5th Avenue and 16th Street in the South South Slope. It was an uplifting experience for both of us. I did not know when I set out if I would be able to do it. My body felt stiff at first, but gradually I got into a comfortable pace. The hardest was going up the slope of the Park from both directions. Once the crown of the slope was reached it was much easier to walk down hill. The snow was powdery on the way over, and heavier when we came back well lubricated. I felt so good to reach Lyndelle's neighborhood without much strain. We stopped in to a riding academy on 8th and Kermit so that Chelsea could help stow some heavy bags. The barn seemed to be run completely by women, and everyone was in a good mood. The snow blew in our faces like spidery icicles. Lyndelle had a homebaked Nebraska cornhusker chocolate cake for us to taste along with our Chilean cabernet. It was a peaceful break from the madhouse at home. Our bodies felt so good as we went to bed that night, the good tired feeling that comes after a day of exercise and relaxation.

Transy House Residents as of January 24, 2005

The house is very full of people right now. Here are the people aside from me as of today:

Chelsea Goodwin--same as ever, plugging away at outbound telemarketing to make sales appointments for LCS, and practicing the piano. She played in church yesterday when the regular music director did not show up due to the blizzard.

Antonia Camberari--one of the earliest "members" of the house, she has been here for about a month as she seems to be deciding on where she will go next. She is one of my favorites.

Nathan Schiller--who was recently evicted from his home by his half sister after the the death of their mother last fall. Nathan will be getting his own place soon, probably with Antonia. He is very attentive to helping around the house, which is greatly appreciated.

Tasha LaRue--soon to leave for her home in Tennessee if all goes well. It is time. Tasha is getting back in touch with her life in Tennessee, contacting relatives, and planning to visit old schools and teachers. She gave everyone real nice gifts for Christmas.

Celia Blas--soon to leave for Tennessee with Tasha. She is excited to try out her wings living in a new place outside New York City for the first time.

Musa Watanabe--now moved to the sun porch from the alcove in the office, and much happier. She recently attended a reception of the Sylvia Rivera Law Project at my requests, which shows to me that she is feeling stronger emotionally.

Sadaisha Shimmers--back in the house after a strife-filled parting last July when I was in Europe. It was a huge crisis when Chelsea invited her back, but she was out in the street and living on the subway trains. Things are going better this time around, since everyone is stronger at enforcing their boundaries.

Joseph Johnson--still hanging on because of Chelsea's intervention inspite of doing no work for the house, creating tension, and paying no rent. The first off the island if I had my way.

The big recent event was to get a new refrigerator which will be adequate for our needs, and has state of the art energy saving features. The old one gave out at only 10 years. They do not make them as the did before. Now I get to pay another bill.

I am thinking about getting a new labrador retreiver puppy in the Spring. I realized a few days ago that Kiva was such a help to me when Sophie died. I want to get one while he is still active so that he can train her to be a good doggy. I will get the runt from a reputable breeder, because I want the Lab personality in a small package.

We have a cracked pipe on the water inlet to the boiler, so I have to go call a plumber now. School starts on Thursday, ugh, back to the grind. Two and a half years until I'm qualified for full social security, although Bush will propbably cut the benefits just as I qualify for them. I have been paying in since I was 14.

Wake Up To Global Interdependence

An unwillingness to accept how deeply global interdependence affects the US lies at the root of neocon ideology. It has been evident for at least the past half century that the day of the independent nation-state was on the wane. World politics, driven by technological innovation and the emerging global market for the products based on new technologies, have been shaped by technological imperatives. Twin trends have emerged which challenge the nation-state: devolution of governmental power to local authorities, and increased reliance on supranational organizations to deal with the problems of global society. Both of these trends weaken the effectiveness of traditional policies based on the exercise of soverignty by the nation-state.
The dominance of the US as a military power has created the illusion in the US that we can turn back the clock on the movement toward solving problems by activity coordinated by supranational organizations. It is clear that the US economy as defined by activities within the US nation-state is incapable of supporting the US dominance of the world through the exercise of military power. Militarization is sucking the blood from US society. The neocons and the many isolationist people living in the US do not accept this fact, implementing head-in-the-sand policies which imperil both US society and the rest of the world. The US is perceived as a "rogue state" by many, and is beginning to feel the collective pressure from world society to change its ways.
An educational effort is needed to explain to people living in the US that they exist as a broader part of humanity, and are interdependent with the rest of the people on the planet. I am not sure how an effective educational effort might proceed. The daily press, and the electronic media, are seemingly ineffective in explaining that gun boat diplomacy was not useful 100 years ago in its heday, and is totally dysfunctional today. We need more support for effective supranational institutions in my opinion, not less.
Many of our most popular politicians, pundits and religious are leading us down a dead end street which is leading to the destruction of the values which made the US seem as if it was a beacon of hope in the world over the past 230 years.
The current campaign to force the United Nations out of the United States, and to force the United States out of the United Nations is only one of the many indications that we are being led in the wrong direction. The anti-UN campaign is insidious. In future postings I will comment further about the concepts of international organization, the hopes for universalistic international organizations, the history of the League of Nations, and the continuing potential for world peace and prosperity based on the United Nations Organization.

Some people have been calling me asking for more information on Rhona McMahan. Obviously they have not read the liner notes on all the unpublished action stories I have written. To help give a more complete picture of Rhona McMahan I have published this picture of the old McMahan homestead, near Darlington, Pennsylvania. The picture is circa 1895. My grandmother is sitting on the ground in the center of the picture, close to her mother Rhoda McMahan, who is also sitting (wearing a black dress). I find that I am coming to resemble my grandmother more and more as I age, so readers may see a resemblance here.
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The New Year weekend turned into an extremely troubling time. The person whom we had sent to Oregon in July called us to say that she was being evicted from a battered women's shelter in Brooklyn because she is trans. This is a violation of human rights law in New York City, but the law is not implemented for trans people. Chelsea and I agreed tro take her back because she is an extremely bright, talented, and loving person, albeit a diamond in the rough. The rest of the people in the house rose in anger against us because they did not want to live with this person. It was extremely tense, eventually leading to a beserko Scottish episode in which I pointed out in a rage that everyone in the house had come here as a homeless person, and they should not be blocking someone from having a safe place to stay. Eventually we all settled down and things have been peaceful for the past 10 days. Then two other friends were made homeless, so we took in two more temporary residents to sleep on a mat in the alcove to the office. This picture shows the three old newcomers. Now we are up to nine, which makes things very tight physically and emotionally. Nevertheless, we are moving into the New Year with optimism and good cheer. Colin is back in New Orleans for the Spring semester, and the baby is developing apace. My New Year's resolution is mundane: get more exercise, eat healthy, and lose 10 pounds.
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Here is our friend Joann Prinzivale at the head of the table at our Christmas dinner this year. Later Joann and Chelsea worked on playing some jazz and Christmas tunes, with Chelsea on the piano and Joann on the guitar.
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Here are Aunt Jonica and Caleb in Amanda and Gabe's apartment as we opened gifts. Jonica gave Caleb a beautiful pair of red boots purchased in Texas. He will have to wait a few years for them to fit, but we all enjoyed the gift because we had become so accustomed to referring to Caleb as "Red Boots" before he was born and was given a more formal name by his parents.
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Christmas Day was a tense hell for me since I had two Christmas gift openings to attend, and a lot of people invited over for dinner. Tasha Larue, one of my housemates, took care of the cooking, along with Cecelia Blas, so that was a relief. Tasha and Celia also did the inside and outside decorations for the house. I cleaned out the dining room so that we could eat family style for the first time in several years (it had evolved into a music room for a while). The Christmas season started with a tree triming party at Jonica's apartment. We went to the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church in Fort Green for the Christmas Eve service. This was a break with our family tradition of going to the Park Slope Methodist Church, but Amanda lives closer to Lafayette Avenue now, and the minister is an old high school friend of Sara's from Mt. Lebanon. Prior to the Christmas Eve service we had a party at Amanda and Gabe's, featuring kielbasa and pierogies. On Christmas morning I picked up bagels and lox in Park Slope, and went to Gabe and Amanda's for the opening of family gifts. This was mellow as usual, but at 2:30 Tasha called me to say that a friend had arrived at the house from Westchester. We rushed back to have another gift opening en famille with the Transy House people. Tasha had given lots of gifts to everyone as a goodbye present before she moves back to Tennessee. We had Christmas Dinner around 5:00PM. We had a pork shoulder ala Puerto Rico and ham ala Tennessee, with mashed potatoes, pureed sweet potatoes, corn bread muffins, vegetables, and three luscious cakes for dessert. People dropped in all evening who expected us to have a party going on. I got out the good China and silverware for a change. Jonica and Amanda and Gabe and Caleb dropped in around 9:00, and we had a nice little get togther at which Celia presented Caleb with a beautiful knit blanket which she had been working on for several months. It turned out to be less tense than I had expected. We gave an IKEA candle lantern to our friend from Westchester, and she said that it was the first gift anyone had given her in more than ten years. She is a highly skilled lawyer, but her family has abandoned her because of gender issues. So it goes. The picture is of Tasha, who did a lot to make this Christmas special.
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Chelsea and I have been attending the Gethsemane Presbyterian Church in our neighborhood this year. This is a small "mission" congregation supported by the Presbytery which is oriented toward support of people "in the prison system," especially women who have been incarcerated, who are incarcerated, or have incarcerated loved ones. This is a rather large populated since the US has by far the largest prison population in the world in absolute numbers and on a per capita basis. I consider this to be a failure of our society (in spite of our focus on "freedom and liberty" as President Bush puts it). This picture is of the children waiting patiently to receive their Christmas gifts, which are in bags on the tables in the background. They even had gifts for Caleb since I had mentioned that my first grandchild had been born. One of the people living with us is recently out of "real" prison upstate, and I have made many trips to Rikers Island Jail in New York City to take clothing to friends who have been arrested. I feel uncomfortable with all this, but I also believe that our society must give new chances to people who have served their time. These children had nothing to do with the fact that their parents have run afoul of the law.
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Chelsea loves to hold Caleb. When we visit Gabe and Amanda, in the Clinto Hill section of Brooklyn, Chelsea and I end up squabbling over who gets to hold the baby. I love it when Caleb makes his little baby cooing sounds, and when he goes to sleep in my arms.
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Caleb's growth continued apace. This is one of the pictures from Colin's refrigerator in New Orleans. The equipment "needed" to care for an infant these days is truly mind boggling. It is amazing that anyone survived when my children were born, and even more amazing that people of my generation made it through even a few days. Caleb's favorite seems to be a mobile hanging in his crib which runs on batteries. It turns while playing a selection by Mozart (Bach and Burt Bacharach are also available selections), and Caleb loves to watch the little fuzzy animals go by above him.
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Chelsea and I went to New Orleans in early November to attend the national convention of the Harm Reduction Association. Chelsea participated on a panel presented by the Medical Marijuana Association of New York, of which she is the Political Outreach Coordinator. My objective in going to New Orleans was to visit Colin (in his senior year at Tulane). This picture shows his apartment mate, George, and his close friends Liz and Genevieve. Chelsea and I had a good time with our friends Kenny, Morgana, Lyndelle and Simon who were also in from the MMANY to attend the conference. It was instructive to attend the conference since we are in the process of incorporating Transy House so that we can apply for grants and receive donations. The Community Law Project of Fordham University Law School has adopted us as a project, and is doing the incorporation work on a pro bono basis. We also attended some sessions at Preservation Hall Jazz, Chelsea's favorites, and visited Marie Leveau's house for spiritual sustenance.
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On my birthday, October 25, Caleb Russell Soria was born. Here are the happy parents, Gabe Soria and Amanda Zug-Moore. I was happy that Caleb and I share birthdays, and I was happy that Caleb will carry on the Russell name, passed down since my great great grandmother Anna Miller Moore named her son (my grandfather) James Russell Moore, and so on to Caleb Russell Soria. Someday I will figure out how the name Russell got into the family, but I think it came from an ancestor in the 19th century named Polly Russell. There is a Russell plaid (green) registered in Scotland.
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In August Chelsea and I got out to Paddy Mountain and spent about 10 wonderful days without anyone around. We listened to a radio station playing only 1950's oldies, and worked on building the foundation for the hot tub. We needed the peace because all hell broke loose at Transy House when I was away in Sweden, and Chelsea was very stressed. We had to send one young person to Portland, Oregon to try to visit her mother and chill out. (When she got there her mother refused to see her. By December she was back in a shelter for battered women in Brooklyn, which soon threw her out, and we felt strong enopugh to take her in again. Along the way we had also taken in a young woman from Japan who had been brutally beaten and made homeless. We keep trying to empty the house, but the phone keeps ringing and various ministers and social workers implore us to take more people in. We feel guilty to retreat alone to Paddy Mountain, but we need the solitude.
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Meanwhile, Caleb continued to develop inside Amanda. We called him Red Boots at that time. It was amazing to see him gow so clearly. Modern technology is impressive sometimes.
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In early July I went to Stockholm to make a presentation, chair a session, and recruit for Hofstra at the Annual Meeting of the Academy of International Business. It was delightful to visit Sweden again. I well remembered my first visit, in the summer of 1961 during my first trip to Europe, snappy pictures with a camera lent to me by uncle Harvey Moore. This picture shows three of my collaborators at the main session in which I participated: a marketing professor from Austria, a Marketing professor from Turkey, and the former head of Unilever Europe.
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Jonica took a bunch of pictures at the award ceremony. I greatly appreciated this. I also greatly appreciated the presence of Jonica to share in my evening.
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We made a big event at the Stonewall Democrats awards dinner. Here is the Transy House group at the event. Left to Right: Chelsea, Jamie, Cecelia, Tasha, Sadaisha, Maureen, and Andrea. Daughter Jonica took the pictures at the event.
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In June I was presented with an award from the Stonewall Democrats of New York "for service to the LGBT community for founding Transy House." This picture is a Diana Montford presenting the award.
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I jumped ahead of my story a bit. Going back a month, as I motored home in my Jeep I stopped off in New Concord, Ohio, to visit some of the family spirits. I drove around the Muskingum campus, past Moore Hall, and past the Presbyterian Church where Uncle Paul Miller Moore donated the carillion in the late 1940's (one of my earliest memories of family activities). I went to the cemetery to visit the graves of family members. This picture is of the grave of great grandmother Anna Miller Moore and great grandfather William Moore. There were many Moore's in the cemetery, including the graves of great uncle Paul Miller Moore and great aunt Jesse, his wife. New Concord had changed a bit in the 30 years or so since I had last been there. As I drove around the Muskingum campus I thought of swimming in the lake with my sister as a child, and of attending football games with the Moore clan, and of visiting cousins like Olive Dew (Gew?) and Nancy Moore Reilly when she was in college. I thought of visiting Glen and Pearl McConagha (he was one of my father's best friends) in 1954. As a child growing up in Aliquippa Pennsylvania New Concord was "the promised land" for the older generation. I remembered our convoys of cars as we drove there for events at the college, and later for interrments in the cemetery I visited. Now the interstate by passes the town, and old route 40 seems to be on the quaint side. I was in a pensive mood as I drove on past Zanesville and Cambridge, past Steubenville and thoughts of Uncle Kirk, past Wheeling with its Marsh Wheeling stogie factory which is now defunct. Stogies were a part of the image of old PM and JR Moore. Eventually I got to the house of a friend in AAronsburg, Pennsylvania, and up to the Green Frog for a quick visit the next day.
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When Colin and I got to Rio De Janairo we visited our old friend Rose Marie Muraro. Rose is now in her early 70's, although she still publishes and continues to travel all over Brazil for speaking engagements. These are some of her grandsons at an Easter get together at her place. I loved the way they think their gransmother is so cool! She says "da banana to Bush." She is one of my most cherished friends, going back to the early 1970's.
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One of the nicest days we had in Parati was spent kayaking on the Bay of Parati (with a guide). Colin and I had a two person kayak, so he ended up doing more than half the work. I always find that Colin and I get along best when we are doing something, whether it be kayaking, cooking, packing a suitcase, or driving down the road.
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Having survived the car wars, I went to Brazil to visit Colin in Sao Paulo over my Spring break. Amanda had visited him earlier, and Jonica visited later in the Spring. Colin seemed to be totally in tune with Brazil, and speaks Portuguese very fluently. It was exciting for me to be able to travel with him a bit when we both knew the language and could discuss Brazilian history, society, and economic affairs. Wew rented a car and drove along the littoral from Santos to Rio, spending several days in Parati (a colonial fishing port and Catholic mission which our family had visited several times over the years).
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Having been turned down for credit to buy a brand new Jeep Liberty, I decided to search for a deal on a classic Jeep Grand Wagoneer on Ebay. I wanted a Jeep so that I could get to my cabin, the Green Frog Cafe, in the mountains of Pennsylvania more easily. I intend to retire there eventually and felt that this was the time to get a true four wheel drive vehicle since my 1972 International Harvester pickup had been out of operation for some years (see http://groups.msn.com/72internationalpickup). There is an active market for Grand Wagoneers. The best sell for up to $30,000, but I wanted a servicable one for much less. I practiced bidding on Ebay, selected the one to go for (sold by an individual who was lousy at marketing but seemed to love the car based on an exchange of emails) so I went for it. I got this 1987 Grand Wagoneer for $3700. It had 142,000 miles on it, but the enthusiasts say that they run an easy 300,000 miles, and I only wanted it to bridge the time until Colin is out of college and I can try to repair my personal finances. I flew to St. Louis to pick up the car (in rural Western Illinois) and set off for an enjoyable drive back through Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and New York. I love trips like this when I am all alone driving through America. The Grand Wagoneer is a real trip. All the new SUV's look the same, and a lot of people stare at mine as if I am driving around in a Bentley or something. It is somewhat oppressive to feel that I have to try to presserve a classic, and to keep people from messing up the leather seats, etc., but I soon found that this is a real off-road Jeep when I got to Paddy Mountain.
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My Spring 2004 schedule was very hard: I taught from 4:25PM to 9:30PM on Monday's and Wednesdays's, and usually got up at 5:45 to get to Hofstra by 8:00 so that I could prepare and hold office hours. One night when I was exhausted an inattentive I pulled out from in front of a bodega in Hempstead while I unwrapped my evening meal (a Snickers's bar) and an unlicensed driver from El Salvador turned left into the front of the '94 Toyota. It was still running fine, but now the front was smashed in as well as having a bent unibody, so the insurance company demanded that I junk the car. I felt even more terrible. Luckily, no one was hurt in the collision, and the other driver got a ticket for hitting me. Now I was left with no car, and had to take the train back and forth to work, which got me home after midnight. I was turned down for an auto loan because of having too much credit outstanding relating to student loans I had assumed for Colin and Amand, so I searched Ebay for a replacement vehicle. About this time Amanda announced that she was pregnant, would have the baby, and would take a leave of absence from CUNY Law School while the baby was an infant. I was overjoyed that finally someone would produce a grandchild for me to place with.
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The 1994 Toyota Camry wagon got us to California and back with no problem, but in early February it was hit as it was parked on the street overnight near our house in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Naturally there was no indication of who hit the car. I think it was the snowplow, based on the extent of the damage and the fact that the car was driven forward ten feet. The insurance company declared the car a total loss because the unibody had been bent (see the misaligned left rear door). I said "give a check minus the deductible and I will have it fixed myself. This was actually Colin's car, which he inherited from Sara his mother, who bought it new in 1994. Colin was in Brazil for his Junior Year Abroad at the time, which explains why I was driving the car. I felt terrible about this damage, but parking on the streets of Brooklyn is like this. Every car I have had has received street damage, always at night when no one notices. This car was still running well, however.
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One of the things people remember about the children of Paul and Mary Moore is that they have a liking for getting up at the crack of dawn to work. There is a peace at the beginning of the day that releases energy and creativity.
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One of the things I did at Sue's was to go through some old family picture albums which she has. Since we have had so many babies gestating and born suring the past year I wanted to show this early picture of my mother and father taken in the early 1940's at the home of Uncle Harvey and Aunt Bernice Moore in Aliquippa. After Caleb was Born in October we were all trying to figure out who he looked like. Paul Martin Moore, holding the baby in the picture, was still recovering from reheumatic fever which nearly caused his death in Fall 1941, which must have been extremely stressful for Mary Katherine Long Moore during her pregnancy. Paul Martin was left with an enlarged and weakened heart, which led to his death nine years later on July 10, 1951.
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Here are some of Sue's family and friends meeting at a pizzeria in Davis.
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Happy New Year to everyone reading this blog. Today I am going to start posting pictures taken during 2004 as a kind of holiday letter update. This picture was taken at Sister Sue Bennett's house during a visit in mid-January, 2004. Chelsea and Jamie and I drove out via route 80, hittting no new snow, but a good deal of fog, especially around the great salt lake. We drove because Chelsea was afraid to fly since she was worked over so agressively the last time we flew to New Orleans. It was very tense along the way because of fear of hasseling from the "red state" people, especially in Laramie Wyoming. Actually nothing untoward happened, but it was a relief to get into Nevada and California. We had a good time along the way making a video and listening to tapes of Indian drums and witches. As we drove along I was reminded of the many previous times I had driven across America. I love long road trips and the west. For some reason it makes me feel a kinship with my Aunt Mabel.
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