This morning, Granddaughter Rita sent recent photos of Baby Christopher, soon six months old. Daughter Connie reports Lil Chris is a big boy like dad Chris.
Big Chris, home from Yemen, has signed up for ten more years in the military. Meanwhile the family is living with Grammy Connie and Grandfather Bill on their farm. Connie, who is teaching, cares for Lil Chris several days a week while his parents work and juggle their schedules.
Connie tells me she handles various language classes these days, using her linguistics and languages skills.
Meanwhile, oldest granddaughter, Hannah, also teaching and completing her M.A. in education this year, lives at home and helps care for Lil Chris.
SIL Bill drives to northern VA every day where he works on various job sites. Evenings and weekends, he works his farm which includes chickens, a goat-herd, ten dogs ( including two German Shepherds and a rescue Grey Hound), plus an assortment of cats.
Connie says, come on the train and spend the night, but just where I would sleep is a puzzle. David won’t consider it.
I just finished reading Samantha Power’s, Problem from Hell: America and the Age of Genocide. A tough Pulitzer prize-winning book and one assigned for a course I took as part of my History graduate studies. Power is the US representative to the United Nations.
Although the US and the UN said, “never again” after WWII, the sad truth is genocide has happened over and over since then, most notably in the 1980s and 1990s.
Whether we like it or not, the United States is the most powerful nation on earth and has a responsibility to lead. It took a long time for the US to pick up the lead, but finally acting with NATO it did with Bosnia, Kosovo and Srebrenicia, but not before many Croats and Muslims had died.
Although the UN finally has a War Crimes Commission, bringing the bad guys to face charges of war crimes is difficult.
UN members are still arguing about what exactly is genocide. For example, the latest argument is about Assad.
This book is an excellent history of this struggle.
Yesterday, feeling a bit better, David and I worked in the yard. Of course today I am ready for traction and David says he’s “just fine.” The dogs loved being outside with us in the cool autumn air. Here comes David down the stairs. Now I find out whether today we will do more outside or I can get back to my next book! I can’t complain, however. No one is bombing my neighborhood.