Thursday, March 15, 2007

Political Pontifications

The following is a short essay I wrote last year on immigration. I'm still hunting for the final copy with footnotes in my hard drive. Once I locate it, I will replace this partial post.


The Initial Immigration Debate



The fact that every American citizen is an immigrant or is descended from immigrants, is probably the single greatest characteristic distinguishing the U.S. from all other countries. To be American was, originally, to be a part of a voluntary melting pot of humanity, cultures, and customs. Our founding fathers recognized the freedom of a voluntary citizenship and declared this to be so as they wrote the substance of our government, and the legislation of 1790 which established the law of early immigration and naturalization.


At the time of the establishment of an Independent American government, most Americans held British citizenship, due to themselves or their parents having been born in Britain. Birthright citizenship under British law was first formally made clear in Calvin's Case of 1608. " Sir William Blackstone, in his Commentaries on the Laws of England had argued that the idea of birthright citizenship was an inheritance form the 'foedal system'- it derives from the 'mutual trust of confidence subsisting between the lord and vassal.' " The Declaration of Independence assumed the liberty of personal consent in citizenship with the well known opening " When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political band which have connected them...." Another offense of the crown enumerated in a long list of grievances was " He has endeavored to prevent the population of the States; for that purpose obstructing the laws of Naturalization of Foreigners." This protest was seen by the Crown as an arrogant denial of feudal rights and authority long established. It is also one of the few points in which American law threw off its English parent completely, and did not revert back to birthright citizenship until the adumbrated passage of the Fourteenth Amendment. Voluntary citizenship established, it was important for the government to declare to whom this advantage was available.


When our government was founded, it was not a recreation of something earlier tried or established. The Declaration of Independence claimed Christian truths, chiefly inalienable rights granted by God. " The object was to assert, not to discover new truths," Madison stated to Jefferson via pen years after the fact. Because America was so diametrically opposed in government to the mother countries of her people, it was crucial that all newcomers " by an intermixture with our people, they or their descendants, yet assimilated to our customs, measures, laws: in a word, soon become our people." And so the quandary stood; to preserve an infant Republic while continuing to allow an influx of peoples completely unschooled in the ideologies and religion that gave it birth.


Following The War of Independence, the population stood at about three million, averaging 4.5 persons per square mile. The U.S. covered an amazing quantity of land and a thriving population was necessary to ensure her safety and productivity. The Fourth Article of Confederation was confusing and inadequate in establishing a rule of law concerning naturalization, but " The new Constitution [ was authorized] to establish a uniform rule of naturalization throughout the United States."


As Congress debated the issue of qualified applicants for citizenship, it was clear that the safety of the Republic and the American way of life was the top priority. Already ethnic communities had sprung up which remained cut off from Americans, where language and customs from their mother countries were retained and protected. James Madison declared " America should welcome the immigrant who could assimilate, but exclude the immigrant who could not readily incorporate himself into our society." Alexander Hamilton echoed these sentiments a bit more specifically; "the safety of a republic depends essentially on the energy of the common national sentiment; on a uniformity of principles and habits; on the exemption of citizens from foreign bias and prejudice; and on the love of country."


The final product of the debates was the 1790 Naturalization Act, which was surprisingly lenient. It left citizenship open to any white, free man with 2 years American residency, who swore an oath of loyalty to the Constitution. Within the next decade the laws would become increasingly strict in the effort to protect our great Republic from the threat of an immigrant population ignorant or unwilling to embrace the principles that gave it birth.

Daily Diary

Photos are still not downloading. I went to my mother-in-law's again after supper. I got about 4 hours of sewing-cut out 8 pair of shorts, and got 12 pair finished except for waists and hems. Tally up to 24 pair of shorts sewn, 24 more to go. I found my time to be improving drastically. I can get a pair put together in 12 minutes. What takes forever is threading the sewing machine and the serger, ironing fabric before cutting out the patterns, and then cutting out the shorts. But after all that prep stuff it is quick work. I'm going to be sad when it is time to get up in 6 hours!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Photo dilemma

My tech support arrived and after 25 minutes discovered that Google Blogger is having a problem with users downloading pictures. Thus, my problem. I won't be posting pictures until the problem is corrected- may take 24 hours.

Daily Diary

Today was a rather busy day. This morning, while some of the kids were practicing instruments, I cleared out a good many things for the soon coming garage sale, and organized/loaded into the car some things for Jon's mom-Baby stuff that she'll make good use of with 15 grandchildren and still counting.


I was in and out of the school room all day- not my preferable way of doing things, but I'm still quite behind on housework because of having the flu, etc. But Jonathan and Caroline were quite diligent and accomplished a lot. Charles and I worked through several things, but didn't get everything done.



I made an appointment for Caroline to have her hair cut, so at 2:30 I loaded up the car with kids and we headed for the hair salon. Caroline decided to give her hair to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children with cancer. She was really excited about it. I felt a bit of a twinge when the hair stylist cut off the braid, but she looks cute with her new look. I think it took a few years off of her age!


After the shorning of the golden locks, we drove to the home of Janice- a friend from church- and brought her to our house to spend the late afternoon/evening. The weather was wonderful, so we ate on the back patio. Would you believe we saw one fly and one gnat. The gnat died quickly, but the fly was a rather elusive fellow.


My brother Jason dropped in for dinner and brought strawberry shortcake. Everyone was thrilled since mom didn't make a dessert. Family worship ran kind of late, but the kids were really enthusiastic about settling into the big sofa and singing hymns since they'd spent their energy jumping on the trampoline after dinner while the adults chatted.


I took Janice home while Jon put the little people to bed. They needed baths, but I'll have to throw them in the tub in the morning. We just weren't up for it tonight. I can't wait to get to bed, but thought you guys might want to see the pictures, so I've taken the time to download them.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Daily Diary

Yesterday we had a typical Monday- I spend the day organizing assignment pads and dating speed drills/worksheets for the week, while rotating with the kids to help them with various subjects. Vivian has a dreadful cold and spent some hours happy & content, and other times fussy and clingy.


Charles distinguished himself by taking a leak in the back yard. I noticed him in the far corner of the yard from the laundry room window. "Charles!" I said to him in a tone that bespoke you know better. He responded, " What?" in a tone that bespoke I'm the only one out here so what's the big? He did have the decency to blush at dinner when I brought it up.


Gabriel and Oliver spent the day spending a few hours in the backyard followed by some "let's destroy the nursery" time, and then took a nice, long refreshing nap so they were sure to be wild and crazy when Dad got home from work.


After dinner (the 20 minute miracle, meaning, 20 minutes before dinner I don't know what I'm going to fix. Racheal Ray could learn a few things) I left and headed to my mother-in-law's house to continue work on the summer wardrobe. My sewing tally is now 12 shorts done (not including waist and hem) with 4 cut out and waiting. I'll be making a total of 48 pair of shorts- 6 pair from each fabric pattern with 2 spare for the diaper clad people- just in case there's an accident. I think that I'll have enough material remaining to make dolly shorts for Caroline to match all her shorts. But I'll keep it a surprise. Anyway, I got home at midnight and had a cup of tea with Jon before heading to bed.


While I was gone sewing, Jon stayed home with the clan, had family worship and then introduced the kids to a new toy- compliments of some friends who joined us for dinner on Saturday- a robot that says ouch, gases and belches. What more could 4 boys want? Gabriel was TERRIFIED, Charles & Oliver were thrilled, and Jonathan was eager to take over with the remote control but instead was relegated to the school room to finish his homework.


Caroline practiced her cello more than usual in preparation for her finals, meaning hour and a half rather than just an hour. She is about to advance to Book 4 but first must play every song in Book 3 for mom and dad. It took Jonathan 3 seperate performances to get the go ahead. The reward? A new bike.

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Hidden Joys and Needs of Caring for Old People

Old people are an interesting group of people. I'm not speaking here of people who have reached a particular age, but rather those who mentally can't keep up at the speed of life; the ones who have mentally checked out, such as my chidlren's great-grandmother.


There are those whose physical bodies are quite old, but their mind has not yet followed. My great-aunt for instance at the current age of 97, can hardly see or walk, but when I talk to her on the phone, it's hard to believe she's past 50. Great-grandma Hodges is no longer troubled with a youthful mind, and is thus the more interesting person.


I've noticed that she wears a blank pleasant expression at all times. Great-grandma will sit maybe 8 feet from my general person carrying on a monologue while I do various household chores. I've burned my hand, cut a finger, tripped over a basket of laundry nearly falling to my death or at least 2 months of traction- yet her flow of thought and conversation remains uninterrupted and her pleasant expression unchanged.


In the mind of the old, memories become repeat buttons triggered by things such as sitting down to dinner. "That reminds me of the time..." We all nod enthusiastically and pretend we aren't hearing the story for the hundredth time.


Old people think more deeply on simple things they didn't have time to muse on back when they had responsibilities and schedules. At Fernbank in the Great Hall, while I took care of handing out food and managed the general chaos of 7 people having lunch, great-grandma's mind and conversation was consumed by the Brachiasaurus skeleton positioned in all its immense glory before us. What did it eat? How long did it take to digest its meal? How many pounds of food would it consume in any given day? How far would it travel over the course of a life time? I'm not sure that I ever actually looked at the monstrosity beyond it being a general background to the larger scene of field trip chaos. But I responded with what I hoped was a sufficient acknowledgement. " Gee, Mormor (that is her name in the family) I never thought of that," then in a hiss," Oliver do not pinch Gabriel," back to Mormor, " Well I'd imagine they traveled far with legs that big," followed by " no more chips until your sandwich is gone, Gabriel," more in the fashion of ping-pong, than a conversation.


Old people have a very original method of dealing with personal complaints. Foremost in their mind is the desire to be no trouble. Thus, if the food is too salty, one story follows another about once in another time and world there was a salty meal. Or if they're parched, no beverage will be requested, but a long story comes forth, the moral of which is, 'I need a drink.' Rather than say the music is too loud, hands are silently held over ears.


The ultimate joy in being with someone whose mind has gone to a better place-well, there are two of them really-First, great-grandma decides after long hours of exposure that my children are truly perfect. Second, table manners officially become a thing of the past. Conversation continues around bites so big, a truck driver would be proud, while boulder size particles are shot across the table in a fashion reminiscent of bird shot scattering across the bullseye. I find myself covering food under the pretense of freshness, but really so I won't be utterly grossed out by the extra seasoning. Then it hits me, no pun intended, that we have an immediate and urgent need for a bigger table- a much bigger table so great-grandma will have plenty of elbow room on the other side.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Family Circus

The other day, after lunch, Gabriel asked to go outside. At first I said no because he was still in his pajamas, and I needed to dress him. As I looked at him and his downcast expression I reflected on the condition of his pajamas- an orange juice stain from breakfast, a few odd shaped stains from snack and some jelly smeared across one sleeve. "Gabriel, i've changed my mind. You can go outside." He was overjoyed. Not wanting to run to the nursery for shoes, I grabbed his rainboots from the laundry room and put them on him. He clomped out the door happily and i headed to the school room. A little while later I went out back to check on him. He was in the far corner of the yard, in his socks, digging through dirt. "Gabriel, where are your boots?" I exclaimed walking toward him. " I took them off all by myself, mommy!" He was so proud, what could I say to that. So I sighed and went back in.