Reflection on Veteran’s Day

In China today, it is Singles Day, which is kind of like Black Friday. While I think about something to buy, I want to also reflect on Veteran’s Day in the US.

Cold November winds blow
through stone laid row on row.

Trees beginning to white with frost
over the graves of men twice lost.
Once to war’s shrill blades
and again when memory fades.

I wear a poppy blood red
thinking of our home’s poor dead
and send up a thankful cry
for those who in far fields lie.

Last line is a little weak, but still works. Special thanks today to my brother John and my father, who came back. So many did not. A prayer goes out to their families.

Genlighten – Hiring a Genealogist

In October, I did something that I wanted to do for a while, but did not have wherewithal before. I hired a genealogist to do some digging for me. I found a website named Genlighten. I was looking for two pensions filed in the National Archives. One was for George W. and Sarah Bohanon, parents of Asa Bohanon (George and Sarah were my third great-grandparents). Asa was with the 20th Maine and died in 1865, after coming down with a sickness. I was also looking for the pension of Fannie Knowles, third wife of Dr. Harford B. Knowles (he and his first wife are also my third great-grandparents).

I paid a Mr. Lee Irwin from the site $50 apiece to find the pensions. He was successful with the first one. The pictures that he sent out were gorgeous in quality. If you have a similar need, please do not hesitate to contact him on the site. Unfortunately, he was unable to find the pension for Fannie Knowles, so he refunded the fee (less a reasonable search fee). I have to say that I was impressed.

I am thinking of trying my luck again with the site. There is a genealogist in Northern Ireland who charges $120 for a four hour search. I am thinking of throwing my McCutcheon’s at him and see if he can find anything about them in Antrim or Tyrone.

**Update 11/14**

Mr. Irwin made a 2nd go of it with some new information and delivered to me the pension of H.B. Knowles with something like 150 pages. It is going to take a while to slog through all of that material. It cost a little extra for a large pension file, $75 this time, but still worth it.

Miracles

It seems too often that miracles are cast away upon the evocation of science and logic. The Book of Mormon even mentions that in the last days this would enfold, stating that the learned men will say, “Behold , hearken ye unto my precept; if they shall say there is a miracle wrought by the hand of the Lord, believe it not; for this day he is not a God of miracles; he hath done his work.” [2 Nephi 28:6]

I was at church yesterday listening to a Primary program [this involves the young children giving testimony and singing songs of Christ]. One of the boys stood up and related a story about being on a plane. The plane struck some turbulence and people began panicking. The boy and his brother prayed for a miracle and he said that immediately afterwards the Lord provided a miracle by smoothing the journey.

My immediate thought on hearing this was “that is not a miracle.” The pilot, using skill and knowledge, corrected the plane’s path and smoothed out its journey. How cynical! I immediately castigated myself. To this boy, he felt the hand of the Lord. This is no doubt in part what the Lord meant when he told the people:

Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. [Matthew 18:3–4]

I sat there and then observed the miracles within this boy’s story. He was on a plane hurtling through the air. He had a skilled pilot who was in the right place and time. He humbly called on the Lord in faith and was answered. I then had another thought: how often had I overlooked the miracles of my life, writing them off as happenstance or luck or the skill of myself or others? I must admit that I rarely look for and even more rarely acknowledge the hand of the Lord in my life.

Do I want to live in a world without miracles? I think not.

The Joy of Zero Balance

I have struggled for years to pay off my credit card debt. My balance may not have been as high as some that I know, but for me it often seemed to carry the weight of the world. I racked up to my limit during the years of depression that seemed to encompass me after my mother passed away. I lived for years on it, especially when I did not have a job or was paid a low salary. In all, I have probably paid off something like $10,000 over the last five years.

In August, I was finally able to pay off the remainder of the debt. The joy that I feel about that cannot be adequately defined with my own poor grasp of emotional expression. I can only say that the words that came forth on seeing the below were sufficiently exuberant. To be sure, I still owe massive amounts of debt to the government for my student loans. To see at least one zero balance, however, gives me hope to finish that off as well. I only hope that this zero balance business never extends to my checking account.Capital One Credit Card Balance

P.S. – Yeah guys, I will definitely send you that $0 by the 27th.

Foreign Service Results

Last week I finally received my results from round two of the foreign service selection process – the Personal Narrative Questions. Once again, I failed to make the cut. Unfortunately, the State Department does not give explanations for why or how people do not make the cut.

In the rejection letter, it states:

“Please note that QEP scoring is not a pass/fail exercise nor is there a pre-set cut-off score. Rather candidates receive a relative ranking in their respective career tracks. The most highly competitive candidates in each career track are invited to the Oral Assessment based on our anticipated hiring needs. Foreign Service Officer hiring targets are adjusted annually. At present, a very large number of individuals are applying for a very limited number of Foreign Service Officer positions and the process is extremely competitive. There are numerous cases where individuals who received an invitation to the Oral Assessment in a previous year will not receive one in a current year.”

I do not know if I will take it again next year. I am not bummed about this, because I knew it was a long shot. I have other irons in the fire, as they say. It is one of the jobs, however, that closely fits my dream job.

August Vacation Home, Part II

This is a continuation of my August Vacation. The first part is in the prior post.

Thursday the 26th, I went to the Edward Livingston History Society meeting for the first time in years. This time, I paid dues for the year for both myself and for Jason. They meeting was a little interesting as the speaker was researching the Jones family [no relation to me]. I met a man there, Jeff Boyd, who is a newly found cousin of mine. He told me that he believed that Stephen Stafford was the father of Wright and Ethelred Stafford. I had always believed that they were brothers. He also mentioned that Stephen may have married a Betsy Peters in Craven Co., N.C in 1794. Later that night, I looked for Peters in that County and found an Elizabeth Peters in the 1790 Census living with one son and five daughters. Also, I found the probate of Ethelred Peters in 1788 that mentions wife Elizabeth and his sons, but not his daughters. Perhaps they were too young? The name, however, clenched it for me.

On August 27th, I went to the Baton Rouge Clerk of Court offices for the first time. I found a couple of interesting things. I found a land sale by Michael Milton (the younger) in 1834, a law suit against Andrew Milton in 1827, and a lawsuit by John Kinchen in 1821. I also saw a couple of land deals by John and Mary Davis Raby Kinchen but I was not able to secure them. After I left the office, I went to eat at Sullivan’s, the great place extolled earlier by John and Marianne. It was as they said, perhaps the best steak to ever pass between my lips. Definitely, it was the best steak in Baton Rouge and well worth the high price they charge.

On the 28th, I had to go out to Slidell to give Jason his camera back. Megan needed it for a wedding. Not really funny, but we both waited for like 40 minutes because we were on different sides of the McDonald’s. Afterwards, I went out to the St. Tammany courthouse to find some material on the Stafford, Bourne, Pendarvis and Hartman families. I found out that Joseph Hartman was definitely related to John Hartman, as I thought. There is a land deal that I was not able to acquire because I was late getting there. Also, I talked for a long time with Ms. Marguerite Scully. She was doing research on the line of Ethelred Stafford for someone in Missouri. I shared some information that I got from Jeff Boyd and some I found myself. She talked about Ethelred being a ship captain on the Pearl River, which flies with Wright working on ships. She also talked about the connections between the Stafford and Peters families in Washington Parish. I saw some of that in the courthouse, where Stephen and Nathaniel Peters were engaged in lawsuits with and against each other. She had not been able to connect them, so my information may aid in that. There was still no proof that Ethelred and Wright were brothers or that Stephen was the father of both. It was a fortuitous meeting, though.

I have to say that the ladies at the St. Tammany Courthouse were some of the most kind and helpful that I have found. I think the ladies in Baldwin Co. Alabama and Mobile are up there as well. I have been to a couple of others in Louisiana and Mississippi, and they could learn from those ladies.

Saturday, I went out to New Orleans to be a tourist for the first time. I went to the Mint, Madame John’s House, the Cabildo, the Presbytere, St. Louis Cathedral and Jackson Square. I also bought a hat like Jacob’s because I liked it so much. For lunch, I ate at the Courtyard of the Two Sisters on Royal Street. They have a lunch buffet that is a little pricey but was delicious. I probably will not go again for a long time as I have never liked New Orleans. I cannot exactly explain why but for some reason the city has always rubbed me the wrong way.

On Sunday, the 30th, I went back to Jason’s in preparation for my trip home. We went to Mobile on Monday to see about finding a copy of Michael Milton’s (the older) Spanish land grant from 1798. He supposedly had an earlier one but neither he nor the Alcade of Mobile could find it, so they reissued one. The lady who rules the archives was not in, so we had to settle on email to her for her help.

I flew back to Beijing on the 2nd of September, on another 31 hour trip.

August Vacation Home, Part I

My August turned out much different than originally planned. I intended to take an intensive CELTA (Certificate in English Language Teaching to Speakers of Other Languages) class because I am thinking of leaving China next year and wanted some extra qualifications to increase my hireability. On July 22nd, I had an hour or so interview to get into the class. The interviewer said that I passed and that I would shortly find out if I was accepted to the class. The next morning I received an email from the school stating that I was accepted. Four hours later, I was notified that the class was full. I was understandably frustrated with these events, so in a fit of pique I decided to buy a ticket home for the month of August. The price was a little high at $1900, but it was on short notice.

I left Beijing on a flight to Washington, then to Houston and finally Gulfport. It was a long flight. It was the normal 12-13 hours to the US. Embarrassingly I did not look at my ticket and thought I was going to SEA-TAC, Washington state, not Washington, D.C. It is okay though because I became a little acquainted with the place during my 11 hour lay-over. Sleeping on airport benches, in a word, suck.

I stayed with Jason for a couple of days. We had several good conversations as usual. We spent quite a bit of time trying to get Ethan’s jeep fixed. I was also able to speak to Morgan about her doing temple work. After this, I went back home. It is strange but when I come home it always feels a little like I never left. One big difference was Tyler. That boy grew a lot taller in the last 6 months. He may even top me one day. I spent a couple of days sleeping, still recovering from the jet lag. It was brutal this time around. Marianne was kind enough to volunteer Tyler’s bed to me.

I was there about five or six days. I spent some time with John and Marianne watching Criminal Minds on Netflix. They really enjoy that show as much as I do. I think Dad started watching it first. They mentioned a steak joint that they said was fabulous. I also spent some time with Dad and Darlene. They are crazy about this dice game called Farkle. It is a stupid name for a game, but it was fun hanging out with them.

I went to Doug’s house down in Grey for a couple of days. He was still recovering from his surgery. He had a horrible time with infection and spent about a month and a half to two months fighting it. He looked really good though. We hung out and watched TV together. I wish that there had had been some football on then. Although I like the Saints, he is a much bigger fan. I prefer college and love only my beloved Tigers.

After I left his house, I went to Baldwin Co., Alabama once again to get some land papers there. I also received a lawsuit and an orphan’s court record from the Archivist. They were extremely helpful. When I was done there, I headed back to Jason’s in Gulfport.

From Thursday the 20th to Monday the 24th, we headed out on a road trip to North and South Carolina. Jason and I toured the Biltmore. Jason had never been and he enjoyed it a lot, even though he complained about the $60 entrance fee. It was really high. But the highlight of the trip was that I was able to see two ladies, Ms. Blue and Rhonda. Ms. Blue kept me as a baby while mom worked and our annual trips to Maine were never complete without stopping and seeing her. She looked great and oh did I miss her and Rhonda.
Ms Blue, Rhonda, Jason and me

On Saturday, we made our way to Myrtle Beach to see my favorite cousin, Jacob. He is a graphic design professor there. We made a day trip out to Charleston to see the sites on Sunday. That is a beautiful town, a lot like New Orleans without the grime and crime (as Jacob says). We went to the Battery and saw the old buildings and then headed out to Ft. Sumter. It was a great trip. I had not seen him in two years since I helped him move from Oklahoma to South Carolina. All in all, it was a great road trip and something that I needed desperately. I enjoyed seeing people and hanging out with my brother.

Jacob and Jason at the Battery A beautiful scene Wrought iron and foliage A secret garden. Jason and Jacob acting gangster at BBQ. Ft. SumterCannon at Ft. Sumter Part of the wall at Ft. Sumter  Charleston bridge

FSOT & July the 4th

 

American FlagHappy Birthday to the United States of America! Today she is 239 years into her glorious existence. To those who gave her birth and those who now keep her free, Thank You & God Bless America

In related news, I just this week received my scores for the Foreign Service Officers Test (FSOT), which is the first step in a long process to work for the United States State Department. This was my third attempt. The first time in 2011 was successful, but last year I failed because of my low score on the essay section. This time I passed.

Last year:
Biographic Questionnaire: 42.65
English Expression: 59.56
Job Knowledge: 61.7
Multiple Choice Total: 163.91

Essay Score: 5

This year:
Biographic Questionnaire: 57.78
English Expression: 59.67
Job Knowledge: 56.43
Multiple Choice Total: 173.88

Essay Score: 8

As you can see, I did much better at the Biographic section with an increase of 15 points. In the English section, I barely budged – 0.11 points increase. I thought the English section was extremely easy and felt that I should have done much better in this category. The job knowledge section was a severe blow, because this is usually my highest area and for some reason I blew it. I decreased by over 5 points. I was going for a 180 total, but was unsuccessful.

To have your essay graded, you needed to score at least 154 on the multiple choice. I thought that my essay was pretty poor when I finished, but it looks like the ones giving the score had mercy on me. This was my actual best, since I scored a 7 on the one in 2011. (You need a 6 to pass to the next step.) I still don’t think it was that great, but I will take the victory. The next step is the Personal Narrative Questions (PNQs) which are due July 23rd.

Xu Lizhi

I heard of the poet Xu Lizhi several weeks after his death in 2014. His poem, “A Screw Fell Down to the Ground” 《一颗螺丝掉在地上》, touched me. It seemed a lament to every lost soul forced by circumstances to chain themselves to the cold, crushing wheel of progress. This is not to say that I view progress as necessarily bad, but that in it there are winners and losers. Xu clearly saw himself as one of the losers. Rarely do such get a voice. Here is an excellent article about him in Time magazine, titled “The Poet Who Died for Your Phone.”

Here is another of his poems, perhaps my favorite. The translations are not my own but come from this site.

《我弥留之际》
我想再看一眼大海,目睹我半生的泪水有多汪洋
我想再爬一爬高高的山头,试着把丢失的灵魂喊回来
我还想摸一摸天空,碰一碰那抹轻轻的蓝
可是这些我都办不到了,我就要离开这个世界了
所有听说过我的人们啊
不必为我的离开感到惊讶
更不必叹息,或者悲伤
我来时很好,去时,也很好

“On My Deathbed”
I want to take another look at the ocean,
behold the vastness of tears from half a lifetime
I want to climb another mountain,
try to call back the soul that I’ve lost
I want to touch the sky,
feel that blueness so light
But I can’t do any of this,
so I’m leaving this world
Everyone who’s heard of me
Shouldn’t be surprised at my leaving
Even less should you sigh or grieve
I was fine when I came, and fine when I left.

Alex Boye – I Will Rise

My relationship with music has been on again off again for most of my life. I sing in church (poorly) but have little to do with it myself beyond that. At other times, I only listen to music to stave off boredom, sleep and the inevitable accident that results from those two in combination while driving. In times of depression or loneliness, however, music has done much to calm me and give me peace. I want to share one of these songs with you.

Enjoy!