A mostly bicycling blog with random posts about genealogy, cooking and books.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
My father - Marshall Kitchener Smith
My father was born 97 years ago today in St. Just, Cornwall, England. He was the fourth and last child of Robert Leslie and Mary (Nicholas) Smith. He came to the United States on the ship "Imperator", arriving in August of 1920. The picture is of my parents, Marshall and Lois, my brother Brian (being carried) and myself between my parents. It was taken by Rebecca Lepkoff. All but myself are dead and I wonder if there is anyone alive today who will remember that it is Marshall's birthday-- my sisters?
Thinking nervously today about the decision on "Obamacare" about to be handed down by the Supreme Court. I wish I could be confident that the court will rule according to law and precedent, sadly I am not. These are my various pill bottles but only one is something I am prescribed that I take every day-- that is the Diovan for blood pressure. Also on the shelf are naproxen, an OTC pill for pain, antibiotics just in case I have a URI, Loratidine for allergies, Lisinopril that I don't take because it doesn't work and D. Mannose that I also don't take. Not bad for a nearly 65 year old woman! On the other hand, these are things I am ignoring: my feet, full of growths that make walking painful; my left knee that has a frequent sharp pain like an electric shock, often when I am doing nothing; finally, my stomach that produces acid every time food is ingested.
My good deed for last Monday-- I worked with Francine and Irwin Brown and John to get out the annual appeal for the Belfast Bay Watershed Coalition. We followed up with lunch at the tiny Thai place down by the waterfront-- love their yellow curry with tofu.
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