Showing posts with label personal/family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal/family. Show all posts

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Hiatus

mariyam | 8:38 AM | Be the first to comment!

Lots of conflicting demands for my time.   Need to get this stuff done now, while we're still gripped by the polar vortex, because as soon as spring arrives, outdoor activities will beckon. 

If you need something to read this week, try browing the "categories" in the right sidebar.

Bye.
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Thursday, February 19, 2015

My grandfather's encounter with M. bovis

mariyam | 9:02 AM | Be the first to comment!

While searching the 'net for something else, I ran across this blurb about my maternal grandfather.  I knew from oral family history that he had been a very active member of the local Holstein-Friesian Association (later the Holstein Association).  He would have been 31 years old at the time of this story - the archetypal "Norwegian bachelor farmer" joked about so often by Garrison Keillor.

Losing 30 of 40 cattle to tuberculosis would have been a major financial blow, and may be one reason why it was another 6 years before at age 37 he would be able to marry my grandmother. 

These early-generation immigrant Norwegians were a resilient lot, and I was not surprised to see a report further down in the same dairy newspaper that at a subsequent meeting of the Goodhue County Farmers' Progressive Association, grandpa Finseth had presented a paper entitled "My Experience with Tuberculosis."

Perhaps it's from him that I inherited my gene for teaching.

Wikipedia has a good entry on bovine tuberculosis.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

I am 3.2% Neanderthal

mariyam | 7:40 AM | | | Be the first to comment!

I decided to participate in National Geographic's Genographic Project, which uses "cutting-edge genetic and computational technologies to analyze historical patterns in DNA from participants around the world to better understand our human genetic roots."

I submitted a sample of my DNA.


The reported results are separated into your maternal and paternal lines.  This is my mother's branch:


After leaving Africa, this haplogroup headed north.  It was gratifying to see the heavy density of these haplogroup markers in Scandinavia, since my mother's ancestry is traceable back to the Fjaerland Fjord in central Norway.


As my father's genetic ancestry was being revealed, I had a moment to wonder whether there had been some indiscretion on my mother's part...


... so I was pleased (but not surprised) to find the next subset in my father's gene pool had opted out of the trip to Southeast Asia and headed back West toward Europe...


... where the hottest spot for the genetic marker is in central Europe, corresponding to my father's German heritage.



This was an expensive undertaking (kit purchase information here), but in my view fully worth the cost just to satisfy my curiosity and in a tiny way to contribute to the pool of information being assembled.

Addendum:  One reader has pointed out that "Women do not carry a Y chromosome, this test will not reveal direct paternal deep ancestry for female participants. Women will learn other information about their paternal side of the family, however. It still cost the same as for the men, however."
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Sunday, January 4, 2015

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Celebrating post-polio

mariyam | 3:43 AM | | Be the first to comment!
"I believe one of our secrets to thriving with polio is that we, first and foremost, quietly dismissed all those who gawked at us with pity, volunteered to Biblically heal us, needlessly tried to fix us, or gazed at our bent feet rather than into our eyes.  As we have matured, we have learned to reject the shame and stigma of disability.  What a freedom!  We found out that such negativity gets old and is not useful. Out of necessity, we have had to become introspective from time to time, which inescapably fostered our personal character development.  We have learned to be assertive when needed, to surround ourselves with loved ones, to think positively, get educated, find good resources and enjoy life along the way.

Perhaps most importantly, we have learned to accept ourselves as we are.  Many of us have evolved in our thinking to appreciate and lovingly embrace what used to be our primary nemesis - polio.  In order to find peace and contentment, we have had to make friends with our disability.  Not overcome it.  Not hide it.  And not fight it...  Polio has made us who we are today.

Our physical differences don't matter much anymore because we are all beginning to look like everyone else our age anyway.  We, however, know a bit more about aging gracefully, because we started sooner than all of our friends.  We are aging with a disability.  Many of our friends are aging into disability.  If they'll let us, we can actually help them with their new adjustments."
-- a couple paragraphs from a much longer, refreshingly upbeat, essay by Sunny Roller, MA (Ann Arbor, Michigan) - the lead article in the most recent issue of Post-Polio Health.

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Monday, December 22, 2014

And now we are seven

mariyam | 11:40 AM | Be the first to comment!

December 22 birthdays:
1858 – Giacomo Puccini
1862 – Connie Mack
1901 – Andre Kostelanetz
1912 – Lady Bird Johnson
1937 – Charlotte Lamb
1945 – Diane Sawyer
1949 – Maurice and Robin Gibb
1962 – Ralph Fiennes
2007 – TYWKIWDBI (12,717 posts, 41,803 comments, 16,714,310 pageviews, 1,617 followers.)
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Sunday, November 16, 2014

I'm shutting down TYWKIWDBI

mariyam | 8:14 AM | Be the first to comment!
Not permanently, but for an indefinite time period, probably extending through the holiday season.

On Tuesday, shortly after I wrote that last post, I received a phone call informing me that my 95-year-old mother had fallen and injured herself.  Evaluation at the University Hospital here confirmed that she fractured her humerus when she landed on her elbow, driving the shaft into the head at an angle.  She is now stable in an assisted living facility, but this combined with her dementia results in a variety of medical and social needs that require my attention.

I may pop back here every now and then to do a linkdump as a mental health break for myself, but I just can't justify spending hours per day blogging as I have in recent years.

Bye for now...
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Monday, November 3, 2014

Ein "Mauerspecht"

mariyam | 9:20 AM | | Be the first to comment!

Last month, in anticipation of the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, Der Spiegel carried a story about how the wall is gradually disappearing, and the mixed feelings Germans have regarding its preservation or obliteration.
...some locals wonder if they could have taken better care of one of the world's best-known monuments. Less than a quarter of the Wall is under historical protection and you can find more pieces of it overseas than in Germany…

Yet somehow, up until very recently, most Germans did not seem to regret the disappearance of the Wall. Nor have they been inclined to make a big deal out of what's left.

For example, even Berlin locals might be surprised to know that there are actually over 1,000 sites in and around Berlin where remnants of the Wall can be found. Yet less than a quarter of them are protected by any sort of conservation edict…

"It was a border, it was a reminder of an uncomfortable past and everyone actually just wanted to be rid of it," Roland says, "which I think can be hard for outsiders to understand."
Historians date the onset of this process of wall disappearance to November 9, 1989, when East Berliners surged through the wall, and locals on both sides of the wall began chipping off souvenirs. "These people were nicknamed "Mauerspechte" (wall woodpeckers)."

Two weeks later, the person in the photo above arrived in what was then East Berlin to present a lecture at a symposium. That evening his host family asked what he would like to do, and he expressed an interest in seeing the wall from the east side. They drove him through back streets to an obscure section of the wall and stood guard while he, suitably attired in a trench coat, slipped past some red and white guard rails and scrabbled at the wall with his fingernails until a piece of mortar came loose from a crevice. When he returned triumphantly to the car, he was reminded that had he tried that several weeks earlier he would certainly have been shot.

That piece of mortar now rests on a little stand in an étagère in his living room. We will withhold his name, just in case the Stasi are still looking for him...

For an extensive photoessay on the Wall and the old border between East and West Germany, see this link.

Reposted from 2009 in honor of the 25th anniversary of the fall of the wall.   The Guardian has assembled a variety of photoessays on the topic.
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