The white Chevy station wagon with the wood paneling was overstuffed with suitcases, supplies, and sons when Mitt Romney climbed behind the wheel to begin the annual 12-hour family trek from Boston to Ontario.
Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family’s hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon’s roof rack. He’d built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.
Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.
As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ”Dad!” he yelled. ”Gross!” A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who’d been riding on the roof in the wind for hours. As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.
Really, is that what you call the above story an example of? Because I call it an example of animal abuse and cruelty and stupidassness.
If ya’ll got Facebook, pop right over. I got this in an email, so I’ll copy-paste the deets:
To discuss the state of Black Speculative Fiction and answer pertinent questions about the viability and future of this area.
From the ML King holiday until the last week of Black history month (January 16-February 27), a group of people who love Black SciFi will discuss the state of Black speculative fiction using corporate blogging.
How will this happen?
Participants will blog weekly and will place links to each other’s posts on their websites (Alicia McCalla will send out a list of participants each week). Readers will be encouraged to participate by posting comments, tweeting #BlackSciFi2012 and discussing the topic.
Black SF 2012 Logo
Each blogger will upload the State of Black SF logo on their website and add the image to weekly post. Bloggers are encouraged to add other images that support the topic discussed.
Promo Days and Giveaways
At the end of 7-weeks, each blogger will giveaway one promotional item such as a free book, t-shirt, etc. Bloggers will select winners and post winners on the finale blog post. Winners will be randomly selected from those who have commented, tweeted, and discussed the topic. It will be the responsibility of each blogger to contact the winners and mail promotional items.
Weekly Blog Post
Each Monday, bloggers will use the same title and blog about the same topic (listed below). Alicia McCalla will send out the prompt each week so bloggers have a direction for the discussion. Bloggers will tweet it and ask readers to post comments. Each blogger will have a link to each website so readers can follow the blog tour. Alicia McCalla will send a weekly list of participant’s websites. Blog posts will be 700 words or less.
Twitter hashtag: #blackscifi2012
Are you interested in participating?
If so, contact Alicia McCalla on/or before Wednesday, January 11,2012. Participants will receive links and information at least 3-days in advance. You can contact her via Black SF society or at the contact form on her website: www.aliciamccalla.com. You can also RSVP under events. Hope you’ll decide to participate. This will be fun!
you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you.
Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. Thy were talking about finding a game for the younger one, and he was absolutely insisting it be one with a female charcter. I don’t know how many of y’all play games, but that isn’t exactly easy. Eventually, I helped the brothers pick a game called Mirror’s Edge. The youngest was pretty excited about the game, and then he specifically asked me.. “Do you have any girl color controllers?”
I directed him to the only colored controllers we have which includes pink and purple ones. He grabbed the purple one, and informed me purple was his FAVORITE.
The boys had been taking awhile, so their father eventually comes in. He see’s the game, and the controller, and starts in on the youngest about how he needs to pick something different. Something more manly. Something with guns and fighting, and certainly not a purple controller. He tries to convince him to get the new Zombie game “Dead Island.” and the little boy just stands their repeating “Dad, this is what I want, ok?” Eventually it turns into a full blown argument complete with Dad threatening to whoop his son if he doesn’t choose different items.
That’s when big brother stepped in. He said to his Dad “It’s my money, it’s my gift to him, if it’s what he wants I’m getting it for him, and if your gonna hit anyone for it, it’s going to be me.”
Dad just gives his oldest son a strong stern stare down, and then leaves the store. Little brother is crying quietly, I walk over and ruffle his hair (yes this happened all in front of me.) I say “I’m a girl, and I like the color blue, and I like shooting games. There’s nothing wrong with what you like. Even if it’s different that what people think you should.”
Big brother then leans down, kisses little brother on the head, and says “Don’t worry dude.”
They check out and leave, and all I can think is how awesome big brother is, how sweet little brother is, and how Dad ought to be ashamed for trying to make his son any other way.
“If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, that’s not progress. If you pull it all the way out, that’s not progress. The progress comes from healing the wound that the blow made. They haven’t even begun to pull the knife out. They won’t even admit the knife is there.”—Malcolm X (via warriorsrise)
Why do so few of us vote? Last summer I attended the Personal Democracy Forum 2011 and saw a presentation by a group of students working on a project called TurboVote. They offered up some compelling reasons why more people don’t vote:
Voting doesn’t fit the way we live.
Voting is inconvenient.
Voting hasn’t caught up to our current level of technology.
TurboVote aims to make it as easy to vote as it is to use Netflix. Wouldn’t it be amazing if, by June of this year, we could get a million people signed up on TurboVote?
Following Singaporean author Joyce Chng’s post “We Don’t Even Factor At All”, she, Aliette de Bodard (France), Csilla Kleinheincz (Hungary), Kate Elliott (US), Karen Lord (Barbados), and Ekaterina Sedia (Russia/US) discuss the state of the genre for women.
Csilla Kleinheincz: “Many of the women who write SFF in Hungary are not even published and have to turn to POD or self-publishing, and not because of the lack of talent. Before being recognized as part of world SF they need to be recognized in their own country, hardships that those who have the privilege of being men or US citizens or native speakers are not aware of.”
Karen Lord: “Let’s assume, purely for the sake of argument, that women are inclined (nature or culture?) to write and to enjoy a certain type of fiction. Is there a hint of judgement attached, that the male-dominated subgenres are, if not more lucrative, more prestigious? More likely to be ‘true’ sci-fi? I have a vague impression, completely unsupported, that more women write speculative fiction that crosses from genre into literary (there’s another arbitrary boundary with value judgements attached). Do male writers who produce soft, near-literary sci-fi find themselves overlooked when it comes to awards and mentions from genre reviewers?”
Ekaterina Sedia: “I feel like I’ve been banging my head against the wall with this topic — the one-way street of SF, where English-language works get translated all over the world, while the reverse is not true. While we can talk about English being an equalizer language (as Csilla mentioned), it also works as an effective tool of exclusion: it is so dominant that the expectation is for the rest of the world to speak English, not to try and understand them. And even foreign writers who DO write in English are by no means on the level playing field with the native speakers: there is a pressure to write in one milieu, there’s a tendency of editors to assume that every non-standard usage is a mistake, there are not-so-subtle hints that maybe one didn’t write one’s books, etc etc.”
This pledge is titled, “THE MARRIAGE VOW: A Declaration of Dependence Upon MARRIAGE and FAMiLY.” … To their partial credit, their pledge opens by acknowledging that one cannot claim to defend marriage without focusing on the high divorce rate, broken families, infidelity and other challenges (besides THE GAYS) “threatening” traditional marriage. … To their discredit, the first bullet point is:
Slavery had a disastrous impact on African-American families, yet sadly a child born into slavery in 1860 was more likely to be raised by his mother and father in a two-parent household than was an African-American baby born after the election of the USA’s first African-American President.
This is the point at which my brain started to bleed from the anger + incredulousness + assault by batshittery.
Why stop at two-parent households? Let’s celebrate the free housing, healthcare and meal plan offered to every black slave! You know what else slavery did for black people? Exercise! Oh it was just great! We even got to work outside. Speaking of work, today, African-American unemployment is over 16 percent. In Milwauke, Wisc., over one-third of black men are unemployed. But during slavery times, every black man had a job! See, things were better in the past, and now things are bad. Ah, the good old days…
“They love America the way a four-year old loves her mommy. Liberals love America like grown-ups. To a four-year-old, everything Mommy does is wonderful and anyone who criticizes Mommy is bad. Grown-up love means actually understanding what you love, taking the good with the bad, and helping your loved one grow. Love takes attention and work and is the best thing in the world. That’s why we liberals want America to do the right thing. We know America is the hope of the world, and we love it and want it to do well. We also want it to do good.” -
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the man! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.”
Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed For all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America!
O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!
via: isabelthespy and jhameia: my favorite thing ever written about America Because Langston Hughes is amazing.
Being here in America doesn’t make you an American
“Well, I am one who doesn’t believe in deluding myself. I’m not going to sit at your table and watch you eat, with nothing on my plate, and call myself a diner. Sitting at the table doesn’t make you a diner, unless you eat some of what’s on that plate. Being here in America doesn’t make you an American. Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American. Why, if birth made you American, you wouldn’t need any legislation; you wouldn’t need any amendments to the Constitution; you wouldn’t be faced with civil-rights filibustering in Washington, D.C., right now. They don’t have to pass civil-rights legislation to make a Polack an American. No, I’m not an American. I’m one of the 22 million black people who are the victims of Americanism. One of the 22 million black people who are the victims of democracy, nothing but disguised hypocrisy. So, I’m not standing here speaking to you as an American, or a patriot, or a flag-saluter, or a flag-waver — no, not I. I’m speaking as a victim of this American system. And I see America through the eyes of the victim. I don’t see any American dream; I see an American nightmare.”
Tumblr’s Photo upload tool is inherently unfriendly to screen readers. Even if you include an image description, Tumblr is set up in such a way that it will read ALL the caption text TWICE. This is particularly bad when images come with long text posts beneath them. Additionally these descriptions are easily lost after several reblogs, rendering them useless and adding confusion.
Instead, use Tumblr’s Text tool. Why? Because with the Text tool you can provide actual HTML friendly image descriptions that screen readers will love. And with every reblog, the description will stick with the image. No need for crowd sourced solutions. Here’s how to do it.
Select the “+ Upload photo” option in the upper left hand corner. This will open your browser’s image upload dialogue. Select the image and choose OK. This will add the image into the post area.
Now highlight the image you’ve uploaded and select the “Insert/edit image” tool. This will open a small image properties window.
Now describe your image in the image description field. Remember to keep your description short. Less than 90 characters. If there are additional nuances you wish to highlight about the image, you should cover them in the text post following the image. Remember to describe only the facts of the image. Don’t include your opinions, save those for the text post following the image.
You’ve now uploaded an image that most screen readers will have an easy time handling.
Additional Benefits With This Method:
You can post multiple images in one post and avoid the horrible Flash photo slideshow.
Problems With This Method:
You lose support for high quality images. This can be overcome by linking to the image hosted somewhere else that supports high quality images, like Flickr.
This also complicates content source links. If you’re afraid of your images being stolen, try including watermarks and linking each image to your personal portfolio. However even with a regular image post, you risk people stealing your content.
I’m going to start using this method wherever possible now that I know how to do it.
Good method. Though I do think that a parallel advocacy of getting the attention of Tumblr’s developers to get them to make the Photo blog tool more accessibility-friendly is a good idea as well. Because there are plenty of people on Tumblr who won’t see this and who won’t care, sadly. But for those who do: yay this.
The actual problem with the angry black girl? IS that above all odds against all things she usually has circumvented the other stereotype plotholes prescribed to her.
She isn’t ” ghetto”
She hasn’t used militant language.
She has cited facts and figures.
Her point while sharply ( as defined by the stereotyper) expressed is valid.
If she is steaming , flipping out f-shit up angry? And the best you have is to state her emotional state , it is usually because the stereotyper’s ability to reassert dominance in any logical way has fled.
In short , the ABG has caught you in a perpetuation of injustice or insensitivity AND in doing so undermined your superiority.
ABG is the catchall!
ABG allows for you depending on your societal position to begin to underhandedly but usually successfully turn her Anger into a proof of her fundamental dishonesty.
Because if she is irrationally angry.. She can’t be trusted , if she can’t be trusted , she’s dishonest, if she’s dishonest…. SHE’S LYING
Don’t worry that your leaps of logic seem really ridiculous on paper.
The structure of society MAKES SURE THIS WORKS!!!
If she is pointing out that your present behavior is out of order, make sure to undermine her by assuring her it’s not that serious. It’s a great automatic underminer, because it makes ANY reaction that isn’t completely forgiving, and if she does forgive allows you to set up a precedent for ignoring her later on!
If she is pointing out your past behavior is out of order , point out it didn’t bother her before. ( see 1) IF it did make sure to use the fact that she was unsupported or undermined then, if it was serious she would’t have to do it now would she !
If she is pointing out future issues. Point out that the past has worked well, that the present is fine and that if those are true well what is her issue now. If she reminds or puts forth that teh past and present were not good. Remind her that they are good for you , which makes her assertion that they aren’t good for her seem like HER problem!
It’s a neat trick and anyone can do it, thanks to the fact that well it’s a black woman ( this technique can also be used on Native, Latina, and Asian women with slight modifications. It is however the DEFAULT technique for anyone outside the gender binary or gay)
“That much media coverage of the Duggars focuses on their normality and stability is in sharp contrast to the coverage of another large family in the media spotlight, the family of “Octomom” Nadya Suleman. Suleman’s motives, parenting skills, and even mental health were the topic of months of debate after she gave birth to octuplets in 2009, making her the sole parent of fourteen children. As a nonwhite, unemployed single mother, Suleman evokes cultural anxieties concerning welfare and female-headed households, whereas the married, debt-free, and Christian Michelle Duggar continues to be the darling of the Today Show, repeatedly appearing on the program to announce pregnancies, births, and baby updates. This divergent response to these two mothers speaks to the class, race, and heteronormative standards that inflect ideologies of “good motherhood.””
— Laura Harrison and Sarah B. Rowley. ‘Babies by the Bundle: Gender, Backlash, and the Quiverfull Movement.’ Feminist Formations 23.1 (2011). doi:10.1353/ff.2011.0012 (via deadgeraniums)
One of the things that fascinates me about the reaction to the Duggars is the undertone of “Good sideshow freaks” in all the media coverage. Oh yes, the overt reaction to them is kinder than to Suleman, but there’s an ongoing undertone that is uncomfortable to me. I’m not a fan of the Quiverfull movement, but being pro choice means not judging people for having lots of babies either.
“Artemis Bock, proprietor of Chicago’s oldest occult shop, had been a fixture near Lincoln (FAFJKDSAF;FADJ;SADF) Park for years before I had ever moved to town. The neighborhood was a bizarre blend of the worst a large city had to offer marching side by side with the erudite academia of the University of Chicago. It wasn’t the kind of place I wanted to walk around after dark, […..] cheap apartments that were flying gang colors on the windows nearest the doors”
FUCK YOU, JIM BUTCHER.You have obviously never actually lived in Hyde Park. I bet you just walked around a little bit — maybe you walked along the edges of Washington Park, maybe you walked down 55th until you hit Cottage Grove. Did you walk along 53rd St and decide that this was “the worst a large city had to offer”? What made you think that?
Was it the Starbucks on the corner? Or the farmers market that happens every Thursday morning in the summer? The Aveda salon? Treasure Island, the expensive “European food market”?
Or was it the back door Latino club that sells empenadas and Latinoamericano magazines out of the back door every afternoon? The smoke shop with the cheap weaves on Styrofoam heads in the window? The crappy Mexican food shop that sells huge burritos for a buck? The 24 hour cheap grocery by the bus stop, where I bought my yogurt from because I couldn’t afford to shell out 5 dollars on fucking yogurt?
Was it the Black people, Jim Butcher? Did they make you feel unsafe?
You know, given my previous experience attempting to read Jim Butcher’s work, the above does not surprise me.
The TSA has gotten hell and has stood by its decision to give a 95 year old woman with leukemia and in a wheelchair, an enhanced pat-down, which included forcing the woman to remove her soiled adult diaper. Another terrorist plot thwarted! Good job America.
“Dressing up as ‘a Native American’ furthers the already popular notion that they aren’t real, diverse, complex human beings. There’s a reason that dressing up as a white guy isn’t nearly as effective on Halloween; there’s no homogenous vision of what White Guy looks like. If you’ve developed a homogenous vision of a particular race, enough that you could conceive of a good costume, then just fucking stay home for the evening.”
“No matter Hollywood’s attempt to convey moral ambiguity, the viewer is obviously intended to side with Xavier when it all comes down. But the way most of the X-Men films have portrayed human aggression toward mutants resonates a little closely with, y’know, real life violence and oppression toward people of color, towards queer and gender non-conforming people, women. These are types of oppression which do not afford the privilege of a tolerant, “oh someday they’ll learn” attitude. As someone who supports the autonomy of communities to come together to defend themselves, ESPECIALLY against direct physical threats, it’s really hard to villanize someone like Magneto who, as portrayed in this most recent film, just wants the basic right to exist without conforming his identity or experience to a non-mutant expectation - someone who, as a Holocaust survivor, knows the extremes of human intolerance, someone who is expected to overlook his experience and try having faith in humanity again”
so, so true (although I interpreted the film as the heroic journey of Magneto, esp. with the ending scene, despite what the writers intended the audience to take away from the film)
Whoa I was totally left with the opposite! I think they pointed out frequently that Charles has had sheltered, privileged little life. The people that went with Magneto knew what it felt like to marginalized: Mystique, a sex worker, a Jewish dude, that…windy person who I didn’t think was Caucasian, and the demon dude that would stick out anywhere?
I think the most “Magneto is right” part is when Charles goes “They’re just following orders”. It’s such an awful thing to say, especially to a Holocaust survivor, and that is one of the mantras that is pretty famously attached to war but I would say ESPECIALLY WWII (correct me if I’m wrong). But especially in this context it’s like “REMEMBER NAZIS”. That one moment really hit home for me that Charles can never really understand, even though he’s brilliant, even though he can read people’s minds and understands so much (again, correct me if I’m wrong but I thought that was even a line in the movie?).
It just really made it clear to me, and to Magneto I think, that “Charles, with all his privilege, with all his money, will never understand.” It was so painful and enraging to me! Weren’t some of the most painful parts how disturbingly unfeeling he was to his SISTER? For me, every time it happened it was clear that he didn’t understand what she was feeling at all.
Even his THESIS was like “our ancestors killed the lower species” and still his mind does not connect any dots to the trouble there. Charles is simultaneously very deep but also painfully shallow! Unrealistic and lacking a true understanding! (Using his powers to hit on girls? Invading people’s privacy rather casually for his own means?). If I’m not mistaken, his goal was to be a professor! At a very prestigious (RICH AND EXCLUSIVE) college! While on the surface this seems very nice it’s also pretty bourgeoisie and pretentious and not very practical/pragmatic.
I was left going “MAGNETO IS RIGHT FOREVER” and AT BEST “This is an ambiguous movie”. I mean maybe I’m biased to think this way because I’m a minority but that is literally how I took it = what made me so happy about the film.
Excellent commentary. I’ve been following X-Men comics forever (srsly, like 17 years, I’m not kidding) and I’d never given half a shit about Xavier before this film. At first I was scared I’m just that fucking shallow and the cute Scottish guy was blinding me, but in retrospect I realized it’s because they basically spent the whole film driving home how sheltered and spoiled and just awfully privileged he is. He’s such a Well Meaning Privileged Dude, he wants to be a champion for a minority but he doesn’t really grasp what systematic opression actually is because apart from being a mutant (and one with a inobtrusive mutation that allows him to pass, at that) the system has always worked for him and not against him, so he fails epically. It’s like he’s inventing the mutant version of mansplaining.
Seriously, if we weren’t supposed to think he was being a dickbag in all those scenes where he kept telling Raven to dial back the freaky blue look, I don’t know what the fuck else they were in the movie for.
(But the windy dude is played by a Spanish actor, as in a Spaniard, not Latino, so he’s actually white… but at the same time, if they didn’t want to exotify him in a ~hawt Mediterranean guy, olé flamenco~ kind of way I really don’t get the point of casting a foreign actor and then not giving him ANY lines because his English sucks or whatever, so the point still stands, I guess.)
“20. While we recognise the Aboriginal people as the first people of Australia, we encourage them to accept our Government’s apology and invite them to issue a statement of thanks for the good that the British heritage has brought to our nation.”
I was drinking while I read that, and almost spit-taked when I got to “and invite them to issue a statement of thanks for the good that the British heritage has brought to our nation.” Hows about… you stfu? Seriously. An apology like that isn’t a real apology. Seriously, how many times have you been in a situation where there was serious wrong doing, and the other party says “I’m sorry, but…” or a stupid “I’m sorry you feel that way.” That’s what this is. FU, seriously. You started off nice, recognizing them and apologizing, and then you FAILED on the follow-through by trying to justify what you’ve done by all the “good” that has come of it since.
“I’m sorry, bisexual activists, but you’re doing it all wrong. Instead of berating me for my alleged bi-phobia—and if I’m the enemy, you’re in real trouble—berate your closeted compatriots. If they all came out tomorrow, you could put an end to bi-phobia, take over the LGBT movement, and kick my ass out of it.”
Herbert and Zelmyra Fisher have an extraordinary story to tell. They’ve been married for 86 years. Together, they endured the Great Depression, World War II, the Korean War, Cuban Missile Crisis and Vietnam, they have seen the impact of the Civil Rights Movement, watched man land on the moon, the dropping of the atomic bomb, lived through the terms of 15 presidents and still live to tell about it. But there are many centenarians for whom the same holds true so what makes Herbert and Zelmyra so extraordinary? Throughout everything, they have remained married.
Married on May 13, 1924, 105-year old Herbert, and 103-year-old Zelmyra do not pretend to know any secrets to a lasting marriage. They have been married longer than any known living couple, had five children and have watched countless grandchildren and great-grandchildren come into the world. They are a sweet, aging pair that will tell you truthfully that they were married because Zelmyra “did not give [Herbert] any trouble” and Herbert “was not much to look at… [but] he was quiet and kind.” After 86 years, they remain in the home where they raised their five children, sleep in different bedrooms and love each other all the same. They hold the world record for length of marriage for two living persons. Is your union built to last the test of time?
Question: You got married very young – how did u both manage to grow as individuals yet not grow apart as a couple?
Answer: Everyone who plants a seed & harvests the crop celebrates together. We are individuals, but accomplish more together.
Question: At the end of bad relationship day, what is the most important thing to remind yourselves?
Answer: Remember marriage is not a contest – never keep a score. God has put the two of you together on the same team to win.
This photograph titled “Picnic group, Highland Beach, Md / 1931” shows 21 girls from the local YWCA sitting in and on what has been identified as a 1929 Packard Model 633 8-cylinder Rumble Seat Roadster. I assume that the man wearing the dress shirt and tie in the background is the adult chaperone. Notice the variety of hats some of the older girls are wearing - they’re using fashion to distinguish themselves from the younger girls in pigtails and swim caps. (Is that a sombrero on the girl sitting at the back of the car?)
Credit: Scurlock Studio Records, ca. 1905-1994, Archives Center, National Museum of American History