Have you ever wondered where your life was going? Have you ever lost hope? Well, this is not the place to find any answers. (grin) Yep, that’s me! A real hoot! I like to think of myself as the Queen of the Zingers, but I know that’s not true. However, since I seem to be the only one within my family of nearly 100 members, then I will assume the title – for now.
I wish I had known my great-great-great-great-great grandfather. He had to have been a hoot, too. Born in Mannheim, German in 1733, he was raised a Catholic and went into the seminary. At some point, he decided he didn’t want to become a priest, but heretics were beheaded back then and so he skedaddled to America. He worked on a Virginia plantation, was a quartermaster for General George Washington, had 5 children by his 1st wife, who died in 1799, remarried and had six more children. He lived in Indiana, moved to Pennsylvania, and then back to Indiana. At age 79, he tried to enlist in the War of 1812, but his grandchildren wouldn’t let him go. He was a good friend of George Rogers Clark (brother of William Clark of Lewis/Clark fame). When he was 100, he walked 20 miles to Indianapolis to give a speech before the Indiana legislature. (About what we have yet to know.)
Just think what all that man could have told us. It boggles the mind. He died in 1845…I have no desire to be 112 years old, or even 100, but there has to be more to my life than just what I’ve experienced so far. All the things I’ve seen, heard, done, and not done have made me who I am, as well as all that has been done to me.
Although I know that life is not fair and no one can make it so, I cannot stop the dreaming and scheming, the thinking ahead to what still might be. Soooo, until next time, from here on out I will not apologize for being a wise-ass. It’s what life has made of me.