I have been thinking about this for some time now. A little mishap which is following a trend of happily ever after fall outs. Divorce is a pretty common thing these days, those once strong vows exchanged just don’t hold the weight they used to. If you are happily married then congrats to you, it is not an easy accomplishment. But for the many who do follow this trend of divorce (myself included), how many women do not change back to their maiden names?
That question, that one ponder, brings a lot of things to the front of my mind. Ones’ last name is a verbal tell of who you are. It is your ancestral link, a clue to where your from and which family you come from. But when a woman so chooses to not change her surname back, we now have an person who has successfully masked their past and hidden a large part of who they are. I as well, am one of those people. I know my answer about why I never went back to my maiden name. I kept my married name, even though the choice was free on the divorce paperwork, I wanted to keep the same last name as my son. A choice I don’t regret but it doesn’t feel like my last name, even when I see it written down, it sometimes looks foreign. But I guess after changing a name you’ve had for the past twenty-some odd years that is bound to happen.
Now as I was thinking about how many people (e’hem, women) are walking around with false identities to their pasts’, it stretched, how many of these women then remained unwed and went on to have a child or children. Now you have kids walking around with absolutely no tie to their last name worth more than mom’s failed marriage. Continuing this cycle down generations and now the task of finding genealogy or building a family tree becomes close to impossible. No, pretty much, it does become impossible. Hey sorry, that big nose of yours? Your great great grandmother was actually Jewish not Irish, just never changed her name back.
Here in Northern Michigan we are finally starting to feel the chilling air of fall settling in around us. Last big holiday of the summer and this misty mess is probably making a few of the Labor Day camp travelers wish they had opted for a nice hotel room instead. More likely than not I am sure with the bitter cold of last night a number of them most likely did seek the refuge of a cozy bed off the ground. Seems fitting though, with schools starting tomorrow, the grey cool outside weather is offering many children the cold hard fact summer is truly over. Something I was not looking forward too. Me and snow do not mix well, yet I shouldn’t jump ahead of myself here, there will be plenty of time for the winter, lets just focus on the fall for now. The leaves seem to be changing color faster this year. By the time fall color tours really start-up it may just be too late. One tree in our yard is already blazing an angry red color, beautiful against the green backdrop which normally resides. This entire week is going to be on the chilly side, figures, for my days off of work. And with fall settling in, the weather just may not pick back up at all. Fairwell summer, see ya next year.
- Labor Day 2011 (andrewconard.com)
- Labor Day and the Advent of Fall (eclectic24.wordpress.com)
As I promised in my last post; I now have a final opinion of the “child harness” I purchased. Though its cost was not expensive I wouldn’t advice you buy this item unless you live in a high traffic area or plan on visiting a very crowded place. In theory, I thought this product would help to relieve some of the stress involved with taking my toddler outside. Before two years of age and this one is a runner who keeps me on my toes. Perhaps give me that small bit of extra control over where he was able to get to. But when put to work this product only created another kind of stress. Sure, I was able to take his options for running around down but I couldn’t take away his urge or will to run. So instead of being worried that my chasing him was somehow going to fail me, now I had a toddler who was falling all over the place and miserable. At the “end of his leash” both figuratively and literally. I even gave this product a second whirl, testing it out in the yard again and after both attempts I am ready to retire this product to the toy bucket. He was constantly frustrated and I couldn’t stand to watch him continuously pull and trip and fall. I can still see how this product would be useful in a high traffic area, big city, or large event. Difficult, but useful. But its creation was not useful for just a random trip outside to play.