But first, four more hostages finally released and they are soldiers (all women). I think to myself why does it take so long to do this; they should just be released. When they are all released then Hamas and the other satanic groups supported by Iran should get out of Gaza and let these people create a society that respects their neighbour and creates a country that can produce for her people.
Yesterday I read more of the book that I wrote last year. A few corrections here and there and this book is easier than the Blake. For one thing, it is a less frequently occurring name in the British Isles namely it is found in the Devon area although they have moved out into the London area and elsewhere. My own line left at Plymouth on the 20th November 1850 and arrived at the Port of New York on the 7th September 1851. From there they traveled to Genessee New York to spend the remaining winter months with the older brother Robert Pincomb as this was the second brother John Pincomb and his wife Elizabeth (Rew) Pincomb and their five children, John 14, William 12, Elizabeth 11, Richard 8 and Louisa 6. I always remember this information because it was my first search on Ancestry when I was taking my 42 courses in total at the National Institute for Genealogical Studies and one of our practices was to look up on an emigration database and see if we could find our emigrant ancestor. Ancestry was right at hand and I did that and discovered my John, Elizabeth etc were in that database on their website. I went to the signup immediately and they had this two week free period which I bypassed and simply paid for it on the spot. I wanted that document so very much and was immediately rewarded with the document. It was a great evening as I recall having that document looking at me from more than 150 years earlier. At that point I knew they had come; I did not know the date for sure (it was an estimate by my mother) nor did I know their port of entry (no one seemed to know that). I did not know that Robert was already in the United States with his family (nor did I know any of his siblings at that point); all of this I would learn especially during my course work as I used my families (I reread my mother's letters to me over a 25 year period and reviewed the 50th Anniversary Book Edward edited for my parents (he did make me look up all the baptism, marriage, burials for the many English relatives that I have (three grandparents and my father born in England)) as my examples at all times. I had so many times that I already knew because my mother and paternal grandfather were both excited to share what they knew about their families (once I thought about my grandfather and read my mother's letters). Was everything correct that they told me? All except for my grandfather talking about his wife. He was hiding it from me that her mother had had an illegitimate birth because there were another four births to this mother but she married after my grandmother was born (which I discovered in the records). Other than that everything he told me has proven to be true. Interesting really; lucky that my eyes caused me to memorize absolutely everything when I was young because it gave my brain so much room to store up all the important things in life. Lots of it was way in the back of my memory for years and years but probing into the records revitalized that little strip of memory. I also had this block in memory after the knife attack for quite a while but my personal thoughts at the time were to take a job with the RCMP criminology division when I finished my degree in Chemistry. Edward wanted to get married and work on his PhD in London. Mentally speaking the better decision would probably have been to go work for the RCMP and solve why someone attacked me with a knife although that was not my intent my intent was that it should not happen to anyone but emotionally I chose London. Edward certainly facilitated my hiding from reality for a while until life moved on and I continued to just meander through life but I did acquire purposes which served well as I helped at my childrens' schools, did community work but I was a long way from where the incident had occurred and did try to feel hidden although it did become difficult once we attended Edward's church and I was volunteered to be a volunteer secretary. Now I do not care; I have not cared that anyone would know where I was for quite a while now and mentally speaking that has been good for me. Not long after my second daughter was born someone called on my phone and said they were going to kill me - I responded "go ahead" and hung up. I did surprise myself back in the early 1980s after that and continued to walk to school to help in my children's classes and did not even think about it. Amazing really. Probably that happens to most people who are attacked like that but it just took a very long time for me - maybe eighteen years or so!
I think that is part of what is driving President Trump to be honest. He was attacked, actually shot in the ear. His response was to rise up immediately and fight again and he continues and he is approaching 80. He does very well. He is going to do what he considers is best for the United States. We have to do what is needed to make ourselves the most compatible neighbour and friend in history. Premier Danielle Smith is right about that for sure. Lets get it done; get up to 5% GDP for the military; fix the Charter of Rights and Freedoms so that it is compatible with our being in the Five Eyes and become the absolute best friend in all ways for our neighbours to the south. Eliminate the border and only permit people to come into the airports or ocean ports and no one is accepted who isn't accepted by both governments. No more asylum seekers in the country until they are approved. Do we need to become a State to do that? That is the question of the moment perhaps - certainly the Republicans (some of them) are not keen unless we are a Territory - I have no idea what that means but I think it would be no representation. But I think we could do the job that he wants done if we just set our minds to it and do it as my mind goes back to that tragic day 11th September 2001. I was sitting at my desk in the lab at the hospital and we were on emergency footing all day waiting to see if the Americans needed us to help; not one helicopter came from New York that day. There was no one for us to save, all we could do was watch as the Twin Towers fell and the streets of Manhattan were filled with thick smoke and debris. The Americans closed their air space but there were still thousands of Americans on their way home and so we kept our air space open until the last plane was landed. I believe planes also landed in Mexico, Central America and South America.
Must get some work done on the Pencombe book.
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