Adrien’s Many Trails: Aug. 29, 2019

Republican. Democrat. Republicrat. Demonstrative. Names of political parties. Nouns, verbs, adverbs, subjects, objects. We use them all in our everyday speech and writing, and don’t give them a second thought. That’s how I am now, and how I was when learning my first fairly fluent (at the time) second language, as a tenth grade student at John C. Fremont High School in Los Angeles in 1955. Frau Gellman was the teacher. We didn’t even dare thinking of a teacher’s first name. They might as well not have had one. (OK. Diagram that sentence. I could have at one time. No more. Pearl Baker could.)

Adrien’s Many Trails, Aug. 15, 2019

We are so blessed with so many of God’s gifts hugging us in this little green valley. Years ago (more than 60 of them), my family arrived here, and except for college I’ve been here ever since, and am now older than a lot of natives. I’m a Uintah Basin girl, though I remember more about Samuel Gompers Junior High in Los Angeles than the Basin. My next younger sister was born in Roosevelt, then the family moved to Salt Lake, then California, then back to Utah, and this could get repetitive. I’ll leave it at the fact we moved around a lot.

Adrien’s Many Trails – Aug. 1, 2019

I had been musing over the weekend over what to write about, and had settled on a subject when the news came Monday of Norma Matheson’s death, and that changed my mind. I had come to the conclusion some time back that life’s most productive years are between 40 and 60. Since some of today’s elected and chosen leaders were born at the tail end of that time for me, they likely were not acquainted with the remarkable Scott M. Matheson and his lovely wife (isn’t that the way wives are always described in politics) Norma.