Friday, September 08, 2006

Theme for English D

I'm catsitting for my parents tonight and I've just made an interesting discovery. Tucked in a desk drawer I found a number of old papers belonging to my mom's side of the family and dating back to 1900. I actually found a "Sons Of Portsmouth" ribbon that is dated 1873. But most interestingly among these old documents, I found an essay titled "Suffrage Should Not Be Granted to Women".

At first I wasn't sure this was the title, since it's written in that old, slanting cursive that all old documents seem to be written in. As I read further, however, it became clear that the author believes that the vote "is note desired by most women." In fact, "the average woman deems her duties respectable and feels no need of the honor the ballot would confer." One danger of women being granted the honor of the ballot would be that "a female majority in the country" could possibly "be arrayed against the male minority and that the male minority should override the decision of the female majority by force of arms."

Wow.

I read on. Apparently prohibition was a big issue at the time, and it was argued that if women could vote, they would vote for prohibition and therefore the country would be more moral. This point is moot, however, because "we have laws enough already" regarding prohibition. After all, all states in the Union but four are "employed by law to close the saloons on the sabbath and at other times when necessary".

Besides, "as long as men are cursed with the thirst for strong drink, so long will the saloons last. Only the growing Christian influence in the home can overcome this, and so let the mother give her time and influence to the home instead of politics".

To further drive home the point that the female vote will not engender temperance, the author notes that in "Cheyenne, the capital of Wyoming, where women have voted for a quarter of a century, there are forty five licensed gambling houses, saloons as numerous as any kind of stores, and not an act of legislature has been passed in Wyoming aimed at the betterment of the human race, through these women's influence."

I am left to wonder if the author ever visited Cheyenne, the capital of Wyoming.

The author seems to be of the opinion that if women are allowed to vote, they would be so consumed with their new power that they would neglect their home life. Time normally spent rearing a good, moral family would now "be taken up in canvassing and in conventions, while the children...are left in the care of ignorant servants."

In conclusion, the mother should use "all her efforts to make the home pure and smart that her sons will go forth into the world with characters strong against its evils, and by their influence, in due time, will come the reforms desired."

Right.

I am fairly taken aback by this essay, amazed that I, a self-described tree-hugging liberal, am related to the author of this piece; amazed that my mother, who was infuriated when my sister's Catholic school sent home anti-abortion propaganda, has roots in a family that would believe that women should be denied the vote.

While reading the essay, I assumed that it was written by one "James Hurd", since most of the other documents I've found in the desk drawer mention him in some regard. On the back of the essay is written "Brief - Women's Suffrage. English - Sec. D. May B. Baker."

I foolishly assume that May B. Baker is the teacher who has assigned this paper. Then I come across the following wedding announcement:


Mr. and Mrs. Jerome E. Baker
announce the marraige of their daughter
May Belle
to
Mr. Harry Luther Hurd
on Tuesday, September the fourteenth
nineteen hundred and nine
Mexico, New York


Mr. Harry Luther Hurd is my great-grandfather, which means that May B. Baker, author of the above mentioned Brief-Women's Suffrage, is my great-grandmother.

Sometime before 1909, when she became May B. Hurd, my great grandmother was fervently opposed to women being granted the right to vote.

I am a bit taken a back, to say the least. It shocks me that one of my female ancestors could be so opposed to what I consider a basic right. Women are contributing members of society, and as such we should have a say in how our society functions. I, for one, am a woman unwilling to use "the power of her persuasion, her affections, her ingenuity to influence" my husband and to be "represented by her husband at the polls". Although, as an unmarried woman, I would "usually be represented by some male relative, but such women are comparatively few."

The 19th amendment, which granted women the right to vote, was passed by congress in 1919 and ratified a year later. So women have really only had the right to vote for the past 87 years, which, in the grand scheme of things, is not so long a time. Proponents of women's suffrage argued that the vote would help to ensure a fair wage for women. Unfortunately, despite having had the vote since 1920, we still have a long way to go; in the United States, women only earn 77 cents for every $1 a man earns. That's only up by 3 cents in the last 10 years.

This is a long post, and badly in need of some editing. Thank you very much to those of you who have actually gotten through the whole thing (Nate and Tom). For more reading on the subject of women's suffrage and wage inequality, check out the links below. At some point I will also type up May Belle Baker's essay and post it in its entirety.

Wikipedia article on Women's Suffrage

Many women fret about financial security: study

Searching for equality: Law's anniversary shows much work still remains

US Census Press Release for Women's History Month, March 2006

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Last Week I Turned 27

Yes, last week was the big 27. I am officially now in my late 20s. Sigh. It was actually a great birthday; a big group of us went to a minor league baseball game and then went to Outback for dinner and drinks. We really didn't order dinner, per se, just a bunch of fried appetizers. Our waiter seemed disappointed.

Nate got me a new bat, batting gloves, and some new softballs for my birthday. I've been using my old little league bat, which I love because it's so light, but since it's not approved by the American Softball Association I can't use it for game play. The new bat is fantastic and in our game last Monday I actually hit a ball into the outfield! It went right between the third baseman and the shortstop. I got to first and batted in a run. We won the game 6-0. Fantabulous!

Liz and Joe came to the game to cheer us on. They enlarged a picture of my head, photocopied it, then stuck the photocopies on paint stirring sticks - front and back. Basically they made big popsicles of my head. It was highly amusing. Here's where Liz got the picture of my head that they used:




Yes, those two blond haired studs are The Nelsons (I Can't Live Without Your Love and Affection). They play at the casino for free a few times a year, and we like to go. And yes, Liz's shirt does say "Kiss Me Gunnar, I'm Legal." But that is a story for another time.

Next Thursday is our last regular season softball game, and the team we are up against looks pretty good. We're doing well though - our record is 4-5, which is good considering the team veterans told me at the beginning of the season not to expect any wins at all. If we win on Thursday (excuse me, when we win on Thursday), we'll go into the playoffs with an even 5-5 record, which is okay by me.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Sawing, Battah!

I joined an intramural softball team at work and we had our 5th game tonight. I played catcher and I actually got someone out at home plate! Ignoring all etiquette, as soon as I realized I'd made an out I jumped up and shouted "Woo hoo!" I don't feel so bad about this, since the other team beat us 22 to 11.

I made a play in our last game and did the same thing. I was playing catcher and the batter hit the ball straight down. Once I realized the ball was right in front of me I grabbed it and hurled it to first base. The first baseman caught it and the batter was out. I was astonished that I'd actually made a play, and I couldn't contain my excitement.

We won our last game in extra innings 13 to 12. A normal softball game is 7 innings, and we won it in the bottom of the 10th. It was a very exciting game. Of course, it was also our first (and only) win this season. It's fun to get out and play and get some exercise, so I don't care so much about the winning part. Actually, I'm happy with the final score tonight because (a) we got 3 runs at our first at bat, which rarely happens; and (b) I think the other team could have really creamed us if they wanted.

When I was a kid I was the only girl on my little league team. We were league champions back in 1989 and until a month ago, I hadn't played at all since then. I've actually never played softball. Usually I can hit fairly well, and I don't completely throw like a girl, which is good. I didn't do so hot batting tonight - I hit the ball twice but was thrown out at first both times, and I actually struck out at my last at bat. Yes, I struck out in slow pitch softball. Sigh. Oh well, for someone who has never played softball, and last played little league baseball 15 years ago, I'm very happy with my performance.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Three Hikes

This past week I went on three hikes! I am ever so proud of myself. Nate is into hiking too, which is awesome. I enjoy hiking solo, but it's nice to have someone to hike with, too. Plus my mom freaks out when I hike alone. "But Tricia, why do you have to go hiking in the woods by yourself?" Painful.

Anyway, a week ago Sunday Nate and I hiked up to Hueblien Tower on the Bloomfield/Simsbury town line. It's an easy hike to the top, and when the tower is open you have a 360 degree view.

Here's a shot of the tower (warning, I am not a good photographer):




And here's a shot of what I think is King Philip's Cave:




According to the town of Simsbury website, the Indian leader known as "King Philip" sat in this cave and watched Simsbury burn during King Philip's War in 1676. I haven't yet managed to find a path down to this cave to check it out. The footing is a little too precarious for me. I am an overly cautious hiker (feel better, Mom?).

This past Friday, Nate and I hiked up to Roaring Brook Falls, which is apparently the "highest single drop waterfall" in Connecticut. Very cool. This picture below shows the upper falls, which are smaller than the main waterfall.




A short but steep hike to the top; we followed the orange blazed trail from Roaring Brook road, but one of my hiking books says you can take the blue-blazed trail from off of 42. There were a few tense moments when the sun started to go down and we lost the trail for a bit, but we eventually found the blazes again.

Yesterday, we did a 4.5 mile hike in People's State Forest in Barkhamsted. If you live in Connecticut and enjoy hiking, I highly recommend People's Forest. Of course I forgot my camera on this hike, so I have no pictures, alas! The trail we followed starts out going pretty much straight up a waterfall. I've done this hike in May and November, and each time it was gorgeous, but yesterday the waterfall was frozen and it looked very cool. About 5 minutes into the hike it started snowing very, very lightly, and it continued to flurry throughout the entire hike. The snow never stuck though, and the sun even came out on occassion.

My goal for this summer is to do at least one 10 mile hike. I know this doesn't sound like much, especially considering that some people who hike the Appalachian Trail put in 20 to 30 mile days, but I don't really care. 10 miles is a lot for me! Eventually I want to try an overnight backpacking trip, and maybe hike part of the Long Trail in Vermont. Eventually. As I've established, I'm a big fan of indoor plumbing, so I don't intend on doing too much camping. We'll see.

Monday, March 13, 2006

St. Patrick's Day

Hartford's St. Patrick's Day parade was this Saturday and I let Tom talk me into going. Okay, he didn't talk me into it, I was really quite willing to check it out as I've never been to a St. Patrick's Day parade before. Okay, I really begged him to allow me to hang out with him so I could feel like one of the cool kids. Ain't that right, Tom?

It was sunny and in the 60s, a perfect day for a parade. And if there's anyone to watch a parade with, it's got to be Tom. He brought a backpack full of Bud Light, each can packed in it's own individual baggy of ice. When Governor Jodi Rell walked by, Tom shouted, "We love you, 'cause you're not Rowland! You're not corrupt! That we know of yet!"

Some other good Tom quotes:

"Don't lie to a man with a full bladder!"

"Are you kidding! I feel like a new man now that I've urinated."

"It's hypocrisy and dichotomy. Am I spitting? It's hypocrisy and dichotomy like the world's never seen!"

"Tom is very recognizable in the street." (Yes, Tom referred to himself in the 3rd person.)

After the parade we met up with some peeps out at the bars, including Nate, the aforementioned "great guy" I am dating. Nate and Tom are both red-headed Irishmen and so they bond. Beers and shots of Jameson were had by all. Well, not me, not the Jameson anyway, but by all the red headed-Irishmen.

It was a very enjoyable day. We must do it again next year.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Aaaand We're Back!

My friend Dave is a dedicated and talented writer/filmmaker/actor/computer animation type person, and it is thanks to him that I am actually blogging tonight. Here's an abridged conversation we had on IM this afternoon:

Dave: hey.
Me: howdy. i didn't get to read your blog yet. i am lame. sorry.
Dave: Well to be fair, you still have crocheted snowmen on your blog.
Me: yes. i do. because - i am lame. i really have a lot to blog about too. i am just lame.
Dave: I don't know if that meets the standards of "Parenthetical Thoughts" or "She Steals Souls"
Me: what, being lame? probably not.
Dave: yeah.
Me: okay fine, you have guilted me into blogging! i will put SOMETHING up tonight.
Dave: Go forth and blog!
Me: ha ha. okay.
Me: sigh

We learn a few things from this conversation: (1) at least one person is still looking at my blog to see if I've posted; (2) it doesn't take much to lay a guilt trip on me; and (3) I am lame. And have an aversion to correct punctuation. But you probably knew that already.

Thanks once again, Dave, for inspiring me to write. Everyone go visit Dave's blogs at A Gaggle of Deer and Less Than Genius. Dave, I have linked to you! Yay! I am still on dial up and can't load any of your videos but I'm sure they are all fab.

It's true, I do have a lot to blog about. For one thing, I am dating someone, and have been for a few months now. He is a cool guy and things are going well. I have been hesitant to blog about this for a couple of reasons. First, I don't want to jinx anything. Second, my blog started as a quasi-Bridget Jones-esque narrative about the life as an inept singleton. Now that I’m dating someone and it’s going well, I’m afraid I won't be amusing anymore. I mean, TV shows always go downhill when a singleton character starts a relationship. For example:

  • Will and Grace, after Harry Connick, Jr. came on the scene.

  • Who’s the Boss, when Tony and Angela finally got it on.

  • Deep Space Nine, after Odo and Kira got together in the single most unbelieveable TV hook up EVER. (Well, maybe tied with Brigitte Nielson and Flava Flav. Maybe.)


So, if you were only here to mock my ineptitude with men, you will have to find your fix elsewhere for the time being. Might I suggest Lisa Loeb’s new reality show? You can't go wrong with shows that make you feel superior to celebrities.

That’s all I have in me for tonight, peeps. Thanks AGAIN for not giving up on me yet. Here’s what’s coming soon to Parenthetical Thoughts:

  • A Night of Nelson and Too Much Wine;
  • Shaz on the Lam;
  • In Which I Become an Activist, or at least try to;
  • More Car Trouble;
  • Dating Ron Burgundy;
  • Things I Will Never Do, Such As Buy a Pair of Uggs, or Climb Mt. Everest; and lastly,
  • Why I Fear Beluga Whales.

So stick around, and please keep guilting me into writing, as it seems to work. Thank you for your assistance.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Your soul is mine, beotch!

My mom crochets these snowpeople. I fear they will come alive in the night and murder me.



Seriously, wouldn't you be scared?

In Which I Take a Personality Test

So according to this test thinger, I am:

The Healer

You are more introverted than extroverted. You are more intuitive than observant, you are more feeling based than thinking based, and you prefer to go with the flow rather than having a plan. Your type can best be summarized by the word "Healer", which belongs to the larger group of idealists. You have a capacity for caring that is deeper than most. You strive for unity, are fascinated by the battles between good and evil, and can be something of an idealist. Only 1% of the population shares your type.

As a romantic partner, you are usually supportive and nuturing, however, you have a high need for individuality. Harmony is extremely important to you as you are very affected by conflict and tension, which also makes you resist confronting your partner directly about problems. When you get angry, you usually blame yourself, rather than your partner. You can also be stubborn and unyielding when you feel you are being criticized or mistreated. You feel the most appreciated when your partner listens to you carefully. You need to be understood. You need to hear your partner express their feelings, the more often, the better.

Your group summary: idealists (NF)
Your type summary: INFP


Ah, if it weren't for the internet, how would I know who I am?

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Blame

Sorry I haven't written in over a month, loyal readers, if there are any of you still out there. I have no excuses, I'm just lazy. Sigh.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about blame lately. When something bad happens, it seems that placing blame is one of the first things we think about. For example, last month a jet in Chicago was trying to land in a bad snowstorm and ran off the runway into traffic. A little boy was killed. The crash is being investigated.

This is an awful accident, and I don't mean to belittle the death of this little boy. If I was his mother, I would want answers too. But what if it was just an accident? What if the pilots did everything right, and the plane was in perfect working condition, and all that happened was that there was bad weather? We are only human, and as technologically advanced as we are, we aren't superior beings who have conquered the universe and can control everything.

The mining tragedy in West Virginia is another example. 12 men died terrible deaths. I can't imagine what it must have been like for those men in the mine after the explosion. I also can't imagine what it was like for the families, who rejoiced at the news that their fathers and brothers and husbands were alive only to be devastated hours later when they found out 12 men died. Of course they want answers. Why did this happen? Who is to blame? Perhaps there was just a miscommunication. Like a game of telephone, someone said one thing but someone else heard it incorrectly, and tragically, the wrong news spreads.

According to media reports, the mine in West Virginia where this tragedy occured had been sited numerous times for safety violations. Investigators are looking into what caused the explosion that trapped the 13 miners. One man in the community said that he hoped it wasn't anyone's fault, that it was just an act of God.

It may be a long time until we know who or what to blame. What if there are no answers, though? Do we need to hold someone accountable in order to find closure?

What if things just happen sometimes? What if there is no one to blame?