Musing about our land

I drove across our country in October. From Blairsville, Georgia to my home in Tucson, Arizona. From the Blue Ridge Mountains to the Rockies, across wet land and dry land. Across our wide open spaces.

There’s land left, folks. There are towns crying out for entrepreneurs, people to grow vegetables, corral sheep, help raise the wind towers, install the solar panels, rejuvenate those fading structures.

We have space for new immigrants. Our land cries out for them. The Tallak’s of today, the Ellen’s, their parents and their children, their descendants. Suffering where space has run out. Let’s reconsider. Open those borders again. Our land is generous. Let the people be generous too.
Which made me think . . .

How about requiring every individual running for national office to drive across this country . . . perhaps twice. Different routes. In a car. Stop in a motel at night, eat local, see and sense and feel our large piece of the world.

Secondary roads, although even interstates let us see those wide-open spaces. East to West. West to East. North to South. Vice versa. Small towns required on the route.

That’s all. Just a road trip. . .

There is room here.

Immigration Yesterday

The 4th of July a celebration for immigrants?

For many immigrants to the U.S. in the late 19th century, July 4th was deeply significant: Their own home countries were fighting for independence. 

Perhaps I was hasty when I said there would be no blogs. There are some ideas that come to my attention that I would like to share. But I remain a blog curmudgeon. This may not happen often.

Just before July 4th I came across this article in Jstor. I thought it was important enough to put on the first page of my website — just not not important enough to keep it there forever. But I would like to hang on to it. Thus this blog. Now I have two.

Celebrating Immigration on the 4th of July


This JSTOR Daily article tells us how the 4th of July was celebrated by immigrants in the late 19th century. “The 4th of July is a celebration of the nation’s birth. But it has historically also been a celebration of a country that defines itself by its incorporation of people from around the world through immigration.” 

What has happened to that incorporation of people from around the world?  How long has it been since we celebrated immigration?

A fe days before 4th of July celebrations were organized by various ethnic groups, but celebrated by all.

“In the nineteenth century, leaders of immigrant communities insisted that a love of the home country was completely compatible with American patriotism.”

What a novel idea!  Why must we insist that newly arrived immigrants must denounce their home country, denounce their home language, the moment they hit our shores?

Read the entire article at JSTOR Daily.

The no blog blog

Yes, this is the blog page. And I’m keeping the page but I’m not blogging. I just finished my book, worked night and day to get it formatted properly for publishing, created this website, made a page on Facebook and even hobnobbed with Linkedin. I don’t even know what Instagram is and I refuse to Twitter. It’s still a pound sign to me. So forgive me, ardent bloggers. Forgive me, authors trying to see what others have done. There is nothing here. I am moving my household with husband in just three weeks. Perhaps when that has happened I will look again at the blogging question. For now, no blog.