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Thanks, Mme. Ermine! I remember when Jack became part of your household and have enjoyed the occasional update/mention with accompanying photo. Very nice!

Sigh….now I feel relaxed 🙂

What was Mad Jack thinking—maybe Where’s my Mum? Who are you? I could do with a pint (of warm milk). So he’s a good mouser now. And exercises the chickens 🙂

Re: Historians. No, you are right that the general public won’t be interested in the local officer in charge of Land, Allotment Gardens and Shrubberies for 1923.

What I was going to say—before I fumbled on the keyboard—was that I have recently joined the the Daughters of the American Revolution, and a book like that could be quite valuable to some one like me who is trying to document that a particular relative was in a known location during a certain time period.

In my case, it’s a book about a chunk of Indian land in the Mississippi Territory, before it became Madison Co. Alabama. Someone documented the land and the families who lived there, which includes my family.

Heh. I was thinking something very similar, Deborah–it might not matter to anyone else in the world, but to some collateral relatives it might mean the world.

My late Maine Coon mix Arizona (who was born in Louisiana and whose ashes are scattered in Colorado — a quad-state cat) looked much like that when I first spotted him at the local SPCA in 1983. My then-wife and I had gone to look, and the lady at the front desk said, “Have I got a kitten for you!”

I fell for him, and continued to do so for 16.5 years. May Jack live as long or longer.

Sorry. I misread what you wrote. Presumably the book is about the man himself, not his record-keeping.

Wow, three years already!!! You’re still my hero, Jackie.

What happened to the “Coop-Cam”? I thought we were going to get exciting video of the chickens au natural.

I watch GoatsLive and he got a whole bunch of new chickens. I use to think only people on Cops had chickens as pets. I was wrong. They are quite beautiful animals.

боже мой!

The very concept of a “local officer in charge of Land, Allotment Gardens and Shrubberies for 1923” has implications between Orwell, and the Ministry of Silly Walks. I read Brit papers daily, and I am always seeing articles about how basically you can’t do anything on your own land and with your own house on your own land without getting the chop of a whole horde of bureaucrats. The phrase implies that for roughly a century or longer the government controls your garden and shrubberies? I plant what I want, where I want, at will.