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Thursday, 19 April 2018

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This lady's theory about the dinosaurs might well be right. Who knows? Even people as old as me weren't there at the time.

Tejas has their share of eccentric pols alright, but so do the other 49 states. Even here in very old North Carolina. If it's dinosaur remnants you want, go to Utah. Not all Texihicans are John Wayne clones. Some younger ones seem to take to "riding side saddle" with our culture.

I think the dinosaurs and the unicorns were playing some sort of tag and missed the boat.
The also have great people:
After the birth of his only daughter, Jim Hogg wrote to his brother, "Our cup of joy is now overflowing! We have a daughter of as fine proportions and of as angelic mien as ever gracious nature favor a man with, and her name is Ima!"[3] Ima Hogg had no middle name, which was unusual for the time.[4] Her first name was taken from her uncle Thomas Hogg's epic Civil War poem The Fate of Marvin, which featured two young women named Ima and Leila.[4][5][6] According to Virginia Bernhard's biography of Ima Hogg, "there are some who believe that James Stephen Hogg … named his only daughter Ima Hogg to attract the attention of Texas voters" in a year when he was running in a close race for district attorney of the Seventh District in Texas,[3] which he won.[7][8] Alternatively, correspondence from Jim Hogg indicates he may not have been conscious of the combined effect of his daughter's first and last names.[9]

Ima Hogg later recounted that "my grandfather Stinson lived fifteen miles [24 km] from Mineola and news traveled slowly. When he learned of his granddaughter's name he came trotting to town as fast as he could to protest but it was too late. The christening had taken place, and Ima I was to remain."[4] During her childhood, Hogg's elder brother William often came home from school with a bloody nose, the result of defending, as she later recalled, "my good name".[10] Throughout her adult years, Hogg signed her name in a scrawl that left her first name illegible. Her personal stationery was usually printed "Miss Hogg" or "I. Hogg", and she often had her stationery order placed in her secretary's name to avoid questions. Hogg did not use a nickname until several months before her death, when she began calling herself "Imogene". Her last passport was issued to "Ima Imogene Hogg".[10]

Contrary to popular belief, Ima did not have a sister named Ura.[11] Texas legend insists that when Jim Hogg ran for re-election as Texas governor in 1892 he often travelled with Ima and a friend of hers and introduced them as his daughters Ima and Ura. Ima Hogg maintained throughout her life that this never happened.[12] She was frequently forced to dispel the myth; hundreds of people wrote her letters inquiring whether her name was real and if she really had a sister named Ura.[10] The Kansas City Star even invented another sister, Hoosa.[13]

In the early 1930s, Hogg worked on a collection of her father's papers and speeches with his biographer, historian Robert C. Cotner; she became a guardian of his place in history, often writing to clarify or refute articles published about her father. According to Bernhard, "the very fact that Ima had been burdened with a name that made a lifetime of explanations necessary also made her anxious to defend her father from all detractors. By doing so, she defended herself as well, and she did so with considerable skill and unfailing politeness."[14]

Ima Hogg has been the source of "unfortunate name" or "worst baby name" jokes, lists, and contests,[15][16][17] including the incorrect lore that Jim Hogg had named his two daughters "Ima Hogg" and "Ura Hogg".[18][19][20] Similar unfortunate baby names according to United States Census records include Ima Pigg, Ima Muskrat, Ima Nut, Ima Hooker,[15] Ima Weiner, Ima Reck, Ima Pain and Ima Butt.[19]

sorry for the lengthy post

David, Florida would be a state you'd love. The politics are as bizarre as anywhere in the US, and it's a popular place to retire because of the warm weather. You'd want to live in the northern part of the state because politically it's the south, and there are fewer retired Canadians there.

Always feel free to take as long as you like, Miss Red, especially when it is as funny as the Hogg family tree!

But, Bob, I understand that the average age of the 'totties' in their bikinis on the beaches in Florida are 78+!!!!!

Missred,

Time for me to 'fess up. My parents (may they rest in peace) originally decided to call me Richard Andrew Morgan. However, my name was down to attend one of those schools which decreed that their child's initials should be embroidered or name tagged on all his clothes. One of them (I'm not sure which) spotted that my initials would have spelt RAM, which they felt would have resulted in me being bullied. The solution? They christened me Andrew Richard Morgan (which spelt ARM) but called me by my second name which has caused me nothing but grief.

It gets worse. That most wonderfullest of wonderful institutions the British Army didn't like either of my christened names and called me by a multitude of different monikers including Hey you, Tosspot and Wanker, but the one they finally settled on was Henry, which more than half of my friends still know me by. The only name I never answer to is in fact, my christened first name Andrew.

My elder brother and sister didn't get off Scot-free either. My brother was christened Charles Frederic Morgan. Unfortunately my father's full name was George Frederic Morgan. Can you see which way this is going? Let me explain. C.F. Morgan looks pretty much identical to G.F. Morgan, particularly with bad handwriting and their post was always getting muddled up until the day my father died. My sister was christened Emma Constance Georgina Morgan. Now while Emma likes her first name, she absolutely HATES Constance and Georgina and will only admit to possessing them through gritted teeth, and in my opinion she has a very real point as they are (again in my opinion) truly ghastly names.

My parents may not be quite as disastrous as Jim Hogg when it comes to names, but I think they run him a respectable second place.

Well David I'm in New England this week and next for work, and loving it as usual.

I'd move here tomorrow but I don't think they'll have me.

Just to further yore edukashun where Texas is concerned David you'll need first be aware that to even get to Texas in the first place it took getting through Arkansas (which "purification" was required if a Texan was to survive the Comanche).

You do know the capital city of Texas right?

http://www.encyclopediaofarkansas.net/encyclopedia/entry-detail.aspx?entryID=2433

Another example:

http://www.encyclopediaofarkansas.net/encyclopedia/entry-detail.aspx?search=1&entryID=3543

Whitewall 'n I recommend David rather'n you wasting your time in New England, get on a ship (ships by the way David, are also "shes" ... curiously everything a ship fires might be considered as the ultimate phallus) anyway, set ashore in North Carolina where Whitewall can pick you up and drive through here picking me up so I can guide you through the canebreaks we'll have to get through that's necessary to get to Texas.

JK, I'll keep an eye out for David and the Memsahib!

As it happens - although it never did!- I did once plan my next trip 'over there'. I was going to fly into Washington for a quick look-see and then motor down to North Carolina where I intended to spend some time near the coast and then move west up 'into them thar hills'. Never made it, thanks to the 'Memsahib' who decided we had to move house!

Well David, the coast is where I am now and have been all week. Quite windy but somewhat fishable. Despite all the noise, the first English presence in North America was just north of me on Roanoke Island. Then came Jamestown, in Virginia a bit north of there 20 years later and then came the Boston coast a few years after that.

The seed of America's social and cultural decay may very well have been planted unintentionally by those Puritan sorts up there.

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