It's Only a Name

My sister Catherine writes a very nice blog about being a baby-boomer http://observationsofababy-boomer.blogspot.com/and after reading a few of her stories it got me thinking about my generation’s name or, lack thereof.

The date range for boomers is 1947 to about 1966, give or take a few years. So technically, I too, am a boomer—and yet I’m not. All the history of the boomers is just a squelch off for me, about a ten year squelch. I don’t remember the Beatles on Ed Sullivan as I was six and probably in bed at the time. Vietnam was something that happened to someone else’s older brother. I definitely missed out on the hippy movement since I wasn’t allowed to stay up past 8 p.m. I knew that something important happened when MLK Jr. and the Kennedys were assassinated because the adults around me were upset but I didn’t really know why at the time. I didn’t know about the riots, sit-ins and other disturbances of the 60s because I wasn’t allowed to watch the news. I was at the age where I was told to leave the room if anything “adult” happened.

So, what were we—the children born in the later end of the 1950s? I also read that we were part of the MTV Generation or Gen X but that doesn’t quite fit either since I was in my early 20s when MTV started. (Quick, what was the first song played on MTV? Answer: Video Killed the Radio Star. That I do remember.) My generation was in the middle of everything and nothing. We’re the Jan to the Boomer Marsha and Gen X Cindy; forever jealous of Marsha, Marsha, Marsha and tired of cute Cindy.

There are a couple of titles I could think of:

Generation Hand-Me-Down. Most of us tended to be the baby of the brood with three or four siblings ahead of us so, we got a lot of hand-me-downs or leftovers. We didn’t have the Beetles, instead we had Ringo and the All Star Band, Wings, and John and Yoko. Jim, Janis, and Jimmy were all gone before we had the chance to discover them. They got Camelot we got Nixon. They got Ozzie and Harriet, we got divorcing parents.

Or, better still, we could be called Generation Reap; as in reap-all-the-rewards-of-the-hard-working-boomers.

When I started high school I took a woodshop class. My sister commented at the time she wished she had that option when she was in high school. Instead, she had to take secretarial classes. For women, my generation was the first to start having options. I may have been the only girl in that woodshop but I was there by the Grace of God and the entire bra-burning older sister society before me!

The boomers had to fight for all their rights and then we came in and—just did it. We were the first generation that didn’t have to worry about unwanted pregnancies. This is a fact: The pill was unavailable to single women until 1972. It had been made available to married women about five years earlier but the single boomer sisterhood were denied the pill until they were in their 20s. Imagine that, a prescription regulated by your marital status! No wonder they were all pissed. The pill became available to me right when I discovered boys. How convenient.

The boomers certainly led the fight for wage equality, reproductive rights, the women’s movement, etc., but it was a long haul and many of these rights were not established until the boomers were in their late 20s and 30s. My generation just waltzed into it right out of high school after the boomers had done all the hard work. I worked in a “man’s world” in the Navy, slinging cargo and driving boats. The women before me were forced into secretary roles and were forced out if they got pregnant, whereas I had more options on the type of job I wanted and whether I wanted to stay if I got pregnant. I really didn’t have to deal with sexual harassment or the old boy’s network.

Parenting styles were definitely much more lax than with the boomer. I think our parents were just too exhausted to care what we did or too dazed after trying to raise the boomers through the 60s, after all they were the ones pushing the boundaries. And, being older, our parents slept sounder and didn’t hear us going out the window. But most of all, we didn’t have younger sisters who squealed on us when we went out the window…sorry Catherine.

We definitely were more hedonistic. We were right in the middle of the sexual revolution of the 70s. Because there wasn’t a threat of pregnancy women were questioning the double-standards of the day and having sex on their own terms. No, waiting for whatever numbered date it was that you were supposed to do this, or that; no rules, no trying to “catch” a guy. Of course the generation before has sex, probably lots of it, and in their teens as well; but there was always the threat of getting a “reputation” over their heads. My generation didn’t really care about reputations and to the horror of my mother; we called the boys on the phone if we wanted to go out on a date. Many of us didn’t get married until we were older, unlike our boomer sisters who married out of high school, so that whole “saving it for marriage” wasn’t really working for us. Ours was the one-night-stand generation and we loved it.

It wasn’t all rosy. Yes there was LSD and other heavy drugs in the 60s, most boomers in college only smoked weed. But my generation did more than pot and at an earlier age. Drugs like mescaline, speed, black beauties, and quaaludes were rampant in high schools in the 70s and very much out in the open. We paid for all the drug use and promiscuity with the AIDS epidemic in the 80s.

And don’t look to us for fashion sense. We were the first idiots to break our necks on platform shoes, (both men and women) and 30” wide bell bottoms. And yes, we invented the hip huggers I’m sorry to say. We all looked like pimps and hookers all decked out in 100% polyester.

But the best thing we invented—good guitar riffed, drum bashing Rock & Roll. All the good classic rock was created in the 70s. Bands that started in the 60s like Led Zep, The Stones, The Who all hit their peak in the 70s. We’re the generation of kick-ass Southern rockers like Lynyrd Skynyrd; hard rockers like AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Aerosmith and Deep Purple. We had bands like Boston, Supertramp, and ELO; funk musicians, Sly and the Family Stones, Ohio Players, and Earth, Wind and Fire. Then there were the glitter, glam and freaky rockers like Kiss, Elton John, Queen (we miss you Freddie), David Bowie and Alice Cooper. And when we got tired of it all, we stripped it down and invented New Wave and Punk.

So why in God’s name could a generation who came up with such amazing music also invent Disco?

Ode to My Cats

I friend of mine recently lost his beloved dog (RIP Bojo you were quite the character) and it started me thinking about all the animals I’ve loved over the years. My friend told me that he only lasted a few days before he got another dog, and he received a little grief from friends who thought it was too soon. Too soon? I don’t think so. I think the grieving process is harder and longer when you walk into an empty house day after day after years of being welcomed by a wagging tail or, in the case of cats, a demanding meow to feed them. When I was in my teens we had cats and I don’t think we lasted more than a week after losing a cat when one just mysteriously shows up. Someone would come home with a new kitty under their arm. I’d come home from school and there it was! No one really discussed getting another cat but it was a bit of a joke to see who cave in first. These were two of my favourite cats during my teens:

First there was Dusty or Rusty; I can’t remember what name stuck. My stepbrother Phil brought him home. He was a red tabby and I think we called him Dusty but dad liked to call him Rusty. So he went by Dusty/Rusty all his life. He was a bit of a tomcat, a little aloof but always there in the kitchen where dad liked to sit all day when he was off the ship. (He worked two weeks on and one week off). Dad used to pretend that he didn’t really care for cats but for some reason Dusty/Rusty was always at his feet while he sat there drinking coffee. One day I figured out why. I left the room but hung around behind the door and I dad started talking to him. He would croon to the cat, “That’s my Rusty, daddy’s little son-of-a-bitch,” and Dusty/Rusty would roll around purring oblivious to dad’s words. I quickly dove into my bedroom before dad heard my hysteric laughing.

Then there was the Queen of Sheba, our Burmese. She originally lived a cousin and her husband who had two other cats. One day my stepmother and I went to visit them and the minute we sat down, Sheba jumped off the TV and sat on my lap. They were very surprised because Sheba was naturally aloof and spent most of her day on top of the TV. We weren’t home more than 5 minutes before the phone rang; it was my cousin asking us if we would like to come back and pick up the cat. We had just lost Dusty/Rusty a week before. We were over there in a flash and Sheba became part of our lives for a long time. Apparently she was a one-cat-per-house cat aka The Queen of Sheba who liked to rule her domain because she sure took over our house. It’s funny but I always say when you’re getting a cat, it’s not you who picks the cat, it’s the cat that picks you.

Sheba was very vocal, much like Siamese, and a good chaperone much to my dismay. It was her habit to sit between me and a current beau any time we were down in the basement watching TV. I think my stepmother taught her to do that. She had this funny habit though; she would lie on her back in front of the fridge with her legs sticking out in a very un-lady like manner. She loved laying on the kitchen carpet (yes it was the 70s) and the heat coming from the fridge.

So when is the right time to get another animal? When you feel its right, even if it’s the next day, the next week, the next year; it depends on the person. But there are a lot of animals at the shelter that are just waiting for a good home and I think it’s a good way to honour the love you had with your deceased pet to pass it on to another deserving one and be damned the people that pooh-pooh your decision.

I also think the rule applies to people too and they shouldn't get grief from friends either. That's why widows/widowers with a good marriage tend to get remarried quickly. They have too much love just sitting there to give to a deserving person and it feel alien not to share when you did it for the majority of your adult life.

I Watched a TV show!

This weekend was very eventful. Saturday I went to a bridal shower for a co-worker that started at noon. I got up, had coffee, went on the internet for awhile, took a shower, went to the mall to pick up a present and arrived exactly at noon. I was home around 4 p.m., exhausted from all the talking and coughing and coughing and coughing, so I took a nap until 7 p.m. Later I read for awhile and took it easy. I'm reading Anne of Green Gables. One of those great Canadian literature that I've never read. I have a whole list of books like that. Naturally when it came time to go to sleep I couldn't because of the nap. As much as I like naps they totally messes up my sleep routine. So there I was until 2 a.m. reading, planning and writing a seven page letter to my aunt. The dark chocolate bar I ate probably didn't help with the sleeping issue as well.

What did I plan? Well, I've managed to redecorate my whole house in my mind. I just have to get it down on paper now. Our house is in a bit of a flux right these days. Ever since Bryant came back home with his dog Lexie it's been that way. She is part pit and a puppy when she arrived at our house. Cute thing but a terrible chewer. In a mater of months she destroyed our 12 ft. sectional couch, leather easy chair and all the pillows. How a dog could eat a whole couch is beyond me. It looked like it should have been on someone's porch in the Ozarks! So for now I have a couch and chair that I found on Craig's list that don't really match and no coffee table. I don't really like having company over because the house just looks sad. The type of furniture you have when you're in your first apartment not when you're established in your 50s. Bruce and I decided that we're not going to redecorate until she's gone and that could be awhile since Bryant is still in school. She's a lovely dog, a little neurotic, but cute and seriously the couch and chairs are only stuff that can be replaced. It's no different than having your house torn apart by four rambunctious growing boys. When you have kids and dogs things will be broken. Our carpet is also pretty trashed after raising four boys and 3 dogs. I don't think it will ever be beige again.

I also not been all that thrilled lately with our light blue walls. They're just too bland for me and I'm just tired of blue. I may go green or natural colours because I want to do the house all in mission style. I like the clean lines and art deco accessories these days. A long ways from the cluttered Victoria look I had in the 90s. Those rose sponge-painted walls with flowered borders. Yuck. So, I'm going to get a design book started, take some photos of things I see and have it all planned out for the day I can start. It will take me a long time to redecorate because I really want to gut the whole house when the boys move out and make our house a little couple's retreat. I'm looking forward to an empty nest. We were empty-nesters for about 4 months before the boys moved back in and it was so blissful. No dirty dishes in the kitchen all the time, no strange locker room smells coming from their bedrooms. Just the joy of being able to walk around your house in your underwear again...pure bliss.

I would have liked to have slept in this morning but my cat had other ideas. Princess was gracious though, after waking me at 6:30 a.m. for her breakfast and morning walk out in the back yard (she likes to just make the rounds while the dogs are still sleeping) she did let me go back to sleep until 9 a.m. I got up, made coffee, sat on the computer for awhile writing my blog, had breakfast and got two loads of laundry going. That's a first for me because I have a bad habit of doing laundry late and hurrying to try and get it put away before I could go to bed which naturally made me hyper and I would have trouble sleeping Sunday nights and feel trashed Monday morning. It's so easy for me to get insomnia.

Later I uploaded some photos to findagrave.com that I took at a local cemetery. I've been slowly photo cataloging all the stones at the San Marcos cemetery. It's a hobby of mine—I love cemeteries. Can't wait to go up to the famous ones in Hollywood one of these days with my girlfriend Kay. She's as nutty as me over graves. I was going to go over and take more photos while I was shopping but I forgot the stupid memory card!

Then I ran out to the craft store—had a 25% off coupon burning a hole in my pocket—and then over to Walmart to pick up curtain's for Bryant's room. By that time I was very tired from not getting enough sleep overnight but if I took a nap I'd be toast. So I sat down at the computer and watched Desperate Housewives and Brother's & Sisters while I cleaned off the desk and painted these little wooden initials (CDB) I bought at Michael's for my cube at work.

It was nice getting a little TV in but I kept myself busy while I did it. In the past, if I had bought a little project to do, it would have sat around for weeks before I got around to it. Today I worked on it the same day I bought them. I think that's progress.

Book Review: Princess Alice

I just finished reading an interesting, but definitely highly edited, book on Princess Alice of Hesse. The book consisted of a series of letters to her mother written almost on a daily basis. The book was published after she passed away from Diphtheria at the age of 35.

Princess Alice was the third child and second daughter to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. More importantly, she was the mother of Alexandra, who married the Czar of Russia Nicholas, and it was through Alice that hemophilia was passed onto that family. As most know, that was one of the reasons for the downfall and death of the Russian Imperial family during the Russian Revolution. She is also the maternal grandmother of Prince Philip husband of Queen Elizabeth II. Queen Victoria had pledged that her children would only marry for love and not politics, just as she did, so Alice was allowed to marry the impoverished minor German Prince Louis of Hesse, heir to the Grand Duchy of Hesse (the present day Darmstadt area).

Her married life started under a cloud when her father died a few months before the wedding (described as more of a funeral than a wedding) and her life wasn’t much better over the years. Hesse was involved in a lot of the wars started by Bismarck during the unification of Germany so her husband was away a lot and she was always fearing for his life. She was terribly homesick and was never accepted by the German people because of her English ways. Also, Hesse was a poor duchy so she was always complaining of money in her letters and the smallness of her house.

Her marriage was a love match until the death of her son Frederick, who suffered from hemophilia, and died from internal bleeding after a fall from an open window at the age of 2 and a half. Both of her sons were running around the room and while she was chasing after one the other was out of her sight for a few moments and fell out the window. A terrible ordeal for any mother to go through and she never got over the loss. After that she and her husband drifted apart and she suffered from terrible vague pains, weakness, migraines, etc. probably due to depression and the stress of being “the mother of her country” as she described it. In 1874 her whole family, children and husband, contacted diphtheria and she nursed them all through it. One child, Marie, died and she suffered from the stress of not being able to tell the her husband and children of the death of the favourite. When she did finally tell her son of the loss he became so upset that she broke the cardinal rule and kissed him on the brow. A few days later she contracted the disease and died, coincidently on the anniversary of her father’s death.

I say that the book was highly edited because the only letters printed were happy ones full of devotion to her mother and memories of her father. More than her other siblings, she was totally devastated by the death of her father and she, like her mother, had a morbid interest in death and mourning. Every death that happened to her servants, friends and family, which considering it was almost every royal house in Europe left her “prostrated on the couch for days with grief.” She regularly sent letters to her mother on the anniversary of her grandmother’s and father’s death and the tone was just as fresh as the first year they were mourning.

What’s not published is the hurtful letters that her mother sent back in later years. Queen Victoria was very jealous of Alice’s marriage because it was a happy one and she was a widow. She also hated the fact that Alice was always trying to cheer her up when she was perfectly happy to wallow in her widow’s misery. She also did not like Alice’s constant comments on her lack of money. Although they sure took a lot of trips!

She was not an easy mother to have in the first place. She begrudged each of her daughter’s marriages because they were leaving her. Some of her younger daughters had to fight her to get married as she thought it was their duty to stay a spinster and take care of her. It’s well known that she disliked Bertie because she blamed him for Prince Albert’s death and his frivolous lifestyle and yet, she would never give him any duties to counteract the lifestyle that she despised.

Alice was the caregiver of the family and was very interested in nursing. She set up numerous hospital and schools for women in Hesse. She took care of Victoria’s mother and her father on their deathbeds and took care of her bereaved mother after both incidents. She tended to her brother Bertie, later King Edward VII, when he almost died from typhoid, the same illness that took his father. This caused another rift between her and Victoria as the Queen felt that Bertie’s wife The Princess of Wales should have gotten the praise for nursing him instead of Alice.

The Queen’s cruelty is very obvious in this reply to a letter written two months after Frederick’s death. The Queen was focused on her son Prince Alfred's engagement to the Grand Duchess Marie of Russia (which turned into a disastrous marriage due to Maria’s haughtiness). The Tsar had refused to present his daughter for pre-marriage inspection in England, and instead invited the Queen to meet the family in Germany. Alice supported the suggestion and on the same day that she wrote to the Queen about missing her son, "I am glad you have a little coloured picture of my darling. I feel lower and sadder than ever and miss him so much, so continually..." the Queen coldly wrote to her grieving daughter, "You have entirely taken the Russian side, and I do not think, dear child, that you should tell me...what I ought to do." Not a mention of her dead grandson. Alice once complained to her husband over a letter Victoria had sent that "made me cry with anger...I wish I were dead and it probably will not be too long before I give Mama that pleasure." And yet, all her letters to her mother were full of loving and caring comments.

What I find interesting about reading old letters is how much things have changed and how much they hadn’t. She was a devoted mother who didn’t believe that her children should be seen and not heard and they were a large part of her life. She was one of the few royals who breastfeed, which did not sit well with her mother, and spent a large part of the day playing with them.

What I find odd is the amount of traveling the royals did. Everywhere that Alice went there were other relatives there to visit with. It appears that the Victorians were constantly at one bath or another drinking the waters for their health and it seems like they were always unhealthy. Many of her letters went into great detail of her ailments which were probably due to the cold, damp houses she lived in and the restrictive clothing they were all forced to wear. Her chief complaint was suffering from the heat. I think I’d have issues too if I had to wear a layers of clothing and a corset all day! But what also amazes me is the amount of activity they did in those restrictive clothing. To get to the baths was not easy. They had to go over the Alps in rickety coaches for days. Other times they were hiking for hours in the Alps in long dresses and parasols. I can’t do that with just wearing a t-shirt and shorts!

Another thing that fascinates me about the royals during this time period at the end of the 1800s is how they could separate family from politics. The complaints were always about the people not the head of the country. Prior to World War I there were a lot of minor but bloody wars in Europe. Bismarck was making war on the minor duchies in his quest to unify Germany and France, Austria and Germany were constantly at each other’s throats. England’s wars were mainly in the colonies at the time but she got involved in a few in Europe. So many times, siblings and cousins were fighting each other on opposite sides of a war. When Prussia went to war with Austria, Hesse sided with Austria. Alice’s sister was married to the Crown Prince of Prussia at the time and yet, there were loving letter sent back and forth between the sisters and family information passed through their mother. Alice blamed Bismarck, not her sister’s in-laws for the fighting. After the war the sisters visited each other as if nothing happened and Alice was on very good terms with Vicky’s in-laws, the King and Queen of Prussia. Although Alice was a bit upset when Vicky visited the site where many Hessian soldiers were killed soon after the war to lay a wreath for the Prussian victory. Later, Alice’s husband was an officer in the Prussian army and had no problem being under Prussian rule when he became the Grand Duke. The same with their Russian relations, Victoria didn’t trust the Russians and yet Alice’s husband was the nephew of the Empress of Russia. Alice made a few scathing comments about the Russian troops during a war they were involved in but did not connect the dots to her relatives. It was always the people. They also didn’t trust the French but Victoria was good friends with Emperor Napoleon II and let him and his wife live out their exile in England at her expense.

In all it was a very interesting book to read because it showed how, even though they were royals who lived more than a century ago, their lives was not that much different than ours in that they worried about their children, husband and other routine things. What was different was the amount of death they had to deal with because there was no antibiotics even the flu could kill someone and they had to deal with diseases we don’t see any more like scarlet fever and typhoid. It wasn’t uncommon for a family to lose a few children over the years. I’m glad that we don’t have to deal with that anymore.

I just finished reading an interesting, but definitely highly edited, book on Princess Alice of Hesse. The book consisted of a series of letters to her mother written almost on a daily basis. The book was published after she passed away from Diphtheria at the age of 35.
Princess Alice was the third child and second daughter to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. More importantly, she was the mother of Alexandra, who married the Czar of Russia Nicholas, and it was through Alice that hemophilia was passed onto that family. As most know, that was one of the reasons for the downfall and death of the Russian Imperial family during the Russian Revolution. She is also the maternal grandmother of Prince Philip husband of Queen Elizabeth II. Queen Victoria had pledged that her children would only marry for love and not politics, just as she did, so Alice was allowed to marry the impoverished minor German Prince Louis of Hesse, heir to the Grand Duchy of Hesse (the present day Darmstadt area).
Her married life started under a cloud when her father died a few months before the wedding (described as more of a funeral than a wedding) and her life wasn’t much better over the years. Hesse was involved in a lot of the wars started by Bismarck during the unification of Germany so her husband was away a lot and she was always fearing for his life. She was terribly homesick and was never accepted by the German people because of her English ways. Also, Hesse was a poor duchy so she was always complaining of money in her letters and the smallness of her house.
Her marriage was a love match until the death of her son Frederick, who suffered from hemophilia, and died from internal bleeding after a fall from an open window at the age of 2 and a half. Both of her sons were running around the room and while she was chasing after one the other was out of her sight for a few moments and fell out the window. A terrible ordeal for any mother to go through and she never got over the loss. After that she and her husband drifted apart and she suffered from terrible vague pains, weakness, migraines, etc. probably due to depression and the stress of being “the mother of her country” as she described it. In 1874 her whole family, children and husband, contacted diphtheria and she nursed them all through it. One child, Marie, died and she suffered from the stress of not being able to tell the her husband and children of the death of the favourite. When she did finally tell her son of the loss he became so upset that she broke the cardinal rule and kissed him on the brow. A few days later she contracted the disease and died, coincidently on the anniversary of her father’s death.
I say that the book was highly edited because the only letters printed were happy ones full of devotion to her mother and memories of her father. More than her other siblings, she was totally devastated by the death of her father and she, like her mother, had a morbid interest in death and mourning. Every death that happened to her servants, friends and family, which considering it was almost every royal house in Europe left her “prostrated on the couch for days with grief.” She regularly sent letters to her mother on the anniversary of her grandmother’s and father’s death and the tone was just as fresh as the first year they were mourning.
What’s not published is the hurtful letters that her mother sent back in later years. Queen Victoria was very jealous of Alice’s marriage because it was a happy one and she was a widow. She also hated the fact that Alice was always trying to cheer her up when she was perfectly happy to wallow in her widow’s misery. She also did not like Alice’s constant comments on her lack of money. Although they sure took a lot of trips!
She was not an easy mother to have in the first place. She begrudged each of her daughter’s marriages because they were leaving her. Some of her younger daughters had to fight her to get married as she thought it was their duty to stay a spinster and take care of her. It’s well known that she disliked Bertie because she blamed him for Prince Albert’s death and his frivolous lifestyle and yet, she would never give him any duties to counteract the lifestyle that she despised.
Alice was the caregiver of the family and was very interested in nursing. She set up numerous hospital and schools for women in Hesse. She took care of Victoria’s mother and her father on their deathbeds and took care of her bereaved mother after both incidents. She tended to her brother Bertie, later King Edward VII, when he almost died from typhoid, the same illness that took his father. This caused another rift between her and Victoria as the Queen felt that Bertie’s wife The Princess of Wales should have gotten the praise for nursing him instead of Alice.
The Queen’s cruelty is very obvious in this reply to a letter written two months after Frederick’s death. The Queen was focused on her son Prince Alfred's engagement to the Grand Duchess Marie of Russia (which turned into a disastrous marriage due to Maria’s haughtiness). The Tsar had refused to present his daughter for pre-marriage inspection in England, and instead invited the Queen to meet the family in Germany. Alice supported the suggestion and on the same day that she wrote to the Queen about missing her son, "I am glad you have a little coloured picture of my darling. I feel lower and sadder than ever and miss him so much, so continually..." the Queen coldly wrote to her grieving daughter, "You have entirely taken the Russian side, and I do not think, dear child, that you should tell me...what I ought to do." Not a mention of her dead grandson. Alice once complained to her husband over a letter Victoria had sent that "made me cry with anger...I wish I were dead and it probably will not be too long before I give Mama that pleasure." And yet, all her letters to her mother were full of loving and caring comments.
What I find interesting about reading old letters is how much things have changed and how much they hadn’t. She was a devoted mother who didn’t believe that her children should be seen and not heard and they were a large part of her life. She was one of the few royals who breastfeed, which did not sit well with her mother, and spent a large part of the day playing with them.
What I find odd is the amount of traveling the royals did. Everywhere that Alice went there were other relatives there to visit with. It appears that the Victorians were constantly at one bath or another drinking the waters for their health and it seems like they were always unhealthy. Many of her letters went into great detail of her ailments which were probably due to the cold, damp houses she lived in and the restrictive clothing they were all forced to wear. Her chief complaint was suffering from the heat. I think I’d have issues too if I had to wear a layers of clothing and a corset all day! But what also amazes me is the amount of activity they did in those restrictive clothing. To get to the baths was not easy. They had to go over the Alps in rickety coaches for days. Other times they were hiking for hours in the Alps in long dresses and parasols. I can’t do that with just wearing a t-shirt and shorts!
Another thing that fascinates me about the royals during this time period at the end of the 1800s is how they could separate family from politics. The complaints were always about the people not the head of the country. Prior to World War I there were a lot of minor but bloody wars in Europe. Bismarck was making war on the minor duchies in his quest to unify Germany and France, Austria and Germany were constantly at each other’s throats. England’s wars were mainly in the colonies at the time but she got involved in a few in Europe. So many times, siblings and cousins were fighting each other on opposite sides of a war. When Prussia went to war with Austria, Hesse sided with Austria. Alice’s sister was married to the Crown Prince of Prussia at the time and yet, there were loving letter sent back and forth between the sisters and family information passed through their mother. Alice blamed Bismarck, not her sister’s in-laws for the fighting. After the war the sisters visited each other as if nothing happened and Alice was on very good terms with Vicky’s in-laws, the King and Queen of Prussia. Although Alice was a bit upset when Vicky visited the site where many Hessian soldiers were killed soon after the war to lay a wreath for the Prussian victory. Later, Alice’s husband was an officer in the Prussian army and had no problem being under Prussian rule when he became the Grand Duke. The same with their Russian relations, Victoria didn’t trust the Russians and yet Alice’s husband was the nephew of the Empress of Russia. Alice made a few scathing comments about the Russian troops during a war they were involved in but did not connect the dots to her relatives. It was always the people. They also didn’t trust the French but Victoria was good friends with Emperor Napoleon II and let him and his wife live out their exile in England at her expense.
In all it was a very interesting book to read because it showed how, even though they were royals who lived more than a century ago, their lives was not that much different than ours in that they worried about their children, husband and other routine things. What was different was the amount of death they had to deal with because there was no antibiotics even the flu could kill someone and they had to deal with diseases we don’t see any more like scarlet fever and typhoid. It wasn’t uncommon for a family to lose a few children over the years. I’m glad that we don’t have to deal with that anymore.

No Alex?

Under the new regimen I was naturally going to change my morning route. In the past, as I mentioned before, it was turn on the TV, get the coffee, sit for 15 minutes and watch the news while sipping my coffee. So, this morning I got up, turned on the computer, got my coffee, made oatmeal and then took a quick shower so I could enjoy my coffee and breakfast while it was hot. Then I was going to blow dry my hair, get dressed, make lunch and head out the door. Well it was more like, turn on the computer, get coffee, take a quick shower so I could enjoy my coffee while it was hot, eat my oatmeal while I read my Facebook account and then ohshitwhathappenedtothetime
rungetdressedgrabpotpieoutofthefreezerandrunoutofthehouse
withwethair. Apparently I need to do the Facebook thing last after I’ve gotten dressed and made lunch. Good thing for the frozen pot pie because I ran out of the house without my wallet.

So now I’m home and it’s getting close to 7:30 p.m. and I may go through Jeopardy! withdrawal. I don’t know what to do with myself between 7:30 and 8 p.m. I’ve been watching Jeopardy! since it started. I used to watch the older version when I was little. It’s a part of my life. No rolling of the eyes when the contestants blow a perfectly logical and easy Final Jeopardy? No Alex Trebek? I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle this one.

We’ll see.

The Grand Experiment

And so the great experiment begins...

In a moment of madness I decided to cancel our cable. That's right NO TV, cold turkey. Originally I called the cable company to cut back on some channel that we don't watch and then suddenly there I was telling the man, "You know what, get rid of it all." What was I thinking? Well, let's see how long the Branecki family lasts before we crack. So, I will be documenting these next few weeks, months, or possibly just days of being without a TV.

It's my belief that we don't become more active in the summer because of the warmer weather and longer days. This is San Diego, it's always warm. No, it's because there's nothing but reruns on TV. It forces us to get out, read a book, interact with others; in other words, get a life.

I want to break the Pavlovian response to automatically schedule my life around a little black box. How often have I thought "Oh, I'll sew tomorrow because NCIS is on tonight." Exactly how much of our lives do we schedule around a TV? We practically salivate every fall over the new shows and lament the demise of the ones we loved that were cancelled. We believe that the bachelor will find true love in a few weeks and we made "The Situation" a multi-millionaire!!

It's not a complete break—I'm not that crazy. There are still shows you can watch on the Internet. But what I want to break is that mindless need to turn on the TV the minute I'm in the door or waking up. What happened to those younger days when I got ready for work or school while listening to great music? I didn't grow up with a TV in my room but I did have a good stereo. Listening to music started your day on an upbeat note. You were bopping around the room while you were getting dressed.

So how was the first day? Not bad. I have a new Nook so I'm reading more anyway. Bruce is in the garage watch wood turning videos on his computer—no change there. It was strange not to turn on the TV when I walked in the door. I didn't realize how much of a habit it was until I stopped doing it.

I actually did turn on the TV this morning before I realized what I had done. It's my morning routine: turn on the TV on my way into the bathroom, grab my housecoat, go get coffee and then sit for 15 minutes watching the news. Don't know why, because the morning news was pretty well the same news I watched at 10 p.m. before I went to bed. I have to admit that I'm a news junkie so that's going to be a hard adjustment. But, I can always listen to NPR in my car on the way to work. It's better news anyway.

The TV does look strange just sitting there, all dark and broody. It's like having a big black hole in the wall. Maybe I'll put a plant in front of it.

I will miss the educational shows on the History Channel but they may be available on the Internet. The difference being that I will set time aside to watch something that I'm truly interested in instead of mindlessly watching anything. Either that or I'm going to go start raving mad.

Stay tuned!