Our town continues the practice of painting magic bike-lane lines to separate cyclists from 50 or 60 kph, 3 ton steel monsters screaming up from behind them. Despite best practices they did this again a few days ago on another heavily arterial road through downtown. So this cartoon followed quickly at LondOntLife.ca …
We discovered recently what might be the problem with my images failing to tweet. And in the process of automating a solution to post the image from the iPad itself some attempts have been successfully mis-posted here. Hey, still, it works. So
Less broad, more specific. Yes, nation names have nothing much to do with the ‘ethnicity’ of the people who lived on the land hundreds or thousands of years before.
I find myself wanting to break these groups into a few groups, basically, based on my grandparents.
On the Paternal side, It would seem the Robbins are the Scots. If you are a Robins, or a Robbins and you have ancestors from New Jersey, then, as the story goes, there was only one.
Smiths were Schmidt’s before they were Smiths. Hessian. Prussian. Lutheran farmers invited to and then kicked out of Catherine’s Russia.
Maternally, the West line is British. Seemingly solidly Saxon, or Norman. And we know where that tracks to. There is a known Norman family DeWeste: we had fallen into the trap of that known line, but recorrecting, can’t drive farther back than about 1800 in the West Country.
The Ball family has roots in the Palatine back to 1650 or so. I suspect the Alsace line is connected. They lived next door.
The West’s came directly to Canada in the 1800’s. The Ball’s fled the devastation of the 30 Years War and the scouring plagues to come to the New World colonies in 1666. Robins’ arrived as an indentured war prisoner after Cromwell pacified Scotland to serve 8 years in labour. Schmidt Smith’s came to farm. Notably the Robins are Quaker and Friends.
Smith’s and Balls and many others fled the chaos and mob rule of a late 1700s fledgling nation to come to the British colonies north through Niagara.
My grandfather Ruggiero left after 1900 from the south of Italy. He breaks out here because of the separate Y DNA tracking I did. There is a huge gap before 1750 when there is a record and the thousands of years before. Looking at the results chart above, anything that isn’t Southern Italy, is atDNA, is inherited from maternal ancestors. The R1b Y DNA tracks back about 6000 and earlier to the Black Sea and the Steppes. Yamnaya.
The family oral history is that we have ‘been in Italy forever‘; that we were once minor nobles – like pretty much everyone else. We were around in 1750 for the first census by Napoleon’s nephew but I suspect like all the other unrelated Ruggiero’s mere villages away that the name was assigned, and actually there is no direct line to any Norman conquerors.
The very, then, noncurious Balkans suggests that sometime some long time before being counted, some L-23 Greek, Ottoman, Armenian, Palestinian, Phoenician, Goth shepherd, sailor, soldier found his way to a hilltop village. Again, in Big-Y and Y-full database, my Y DNA has one match, a man my grandfather’s age from, or in, Turkey, and one young man in California of a Balkan mother DNA cousin. I can count the known connected familial male relatives across the fingers of two hands.
While I should be working on that, you know, legacy, make-me-famous, immortal and wealthy Covid lockdown project, for which I bought this last years model iPad Pro, I started doodly scribbling something that turned into this. All the time and energy I could have spent making #comjcjam comics went here.
Just futzing with brushes and pens and tools in Procreate. Make a mark and see what it turns into into. Sometimes they remain scribbles and blobs. I’m turning out a set of comets. I sometimes wonder why I can’t draw the same twice. Is this a skill or a handicap?
Map from Google. Image inset and caption copy from Global News
Lots of places have offered overlays of various Canadian harbour cities. This is a hand drawn overly of the explosion on a medium sized, middle of the road city. Downtown core destroyed. Sardonically, that’s about 50% parking lots anyway.
I imagine a lot of the blast force would be channeled down the river and along the railway, sending a lot more damage east and west.
To the south, mostly residential it’s a slight uphill. Also to the north, the business district directly north of the downtown, and residential to the north-east.
It’s as easy as opening the Books app on your IOS device and searching. The book came up before I was finished typing the first words of the title. Hey Wendy, Watch This is my sisters recounting of some of her adventures growing up East of Adelaide.
I have a few small cameos. I abandon her on the first day of school, and she rescues me from dire [straits].
So the sensor on the Maytag dryer gave up. Needed to take laundry out. New sensor installed. It’s good for another 20 years. That’s a long time between drawings.
“On behalf of the Canadian Urban Institute and the Royal Architectural Institute of Canada, thank you for your submission to the Main Street Design Challenge.
At this time, your application does not meet our criteria. The brief requests that designs, among other things, create a new – or improve – at least one factor influencing Main Street design; utilize forecasts related to COVID-19 and future pandemics in the creation of the concept; and address sustainability and resiliency.
We do understand that the work is meant to be a satirical comment on local development, and we appreciated the pointed nature of the submission and the visual. If you wanted to try and add more information to your submission such that it meets the criteria and send it in again for the next cycle deadline (August 14), we’d be happy to consider publishing it then.
