I haven't looked seriously at high-school curricula in a long time, but back when I was a student – and, indeed, when I was a teacher in a high-quality Massachusetts school – few history classes made it to World War II. Even today I remain appalled that when, near the end of the 1972 school year, I mentioned to a fellow teacher that I was into the postwar era, she timidly inquired, "About World War II; we did win, didn't we?" Read More
Doris writes a weekly column for LaGaceta, the nation's only trilingual newspaper, which has pages in English, Spanish, and Italian. Begun in 1922 for Tampa's immigrant community, it continues to thrive more than a century later. Her column is titled "In Context," as it aims to put contemporary issues in the context of the past.
Last week, I wrote about some thoughts I had while watching the January 6 invasion of the US Capitol. This week, I'm going to begin with the C-Span coverage of the debate on the only president to be impeached twice – by a majority vote of our representatives. Every House member who wished to speak was given a designated amount of time by the floor leader of their party, usually thirty seconds. The Republican in this position was former Ohio football coach Jim Jordan. He repeatedly passed when it was the R's turn to speak, apparently because he didn't have anyone lined up to take the microphone. When he eventually got that done, the most notable smart-aleck was Florida's Brian Mast. Read More
As Hubby used to say of political meetings, "Everything that needs to be said has been said, but not everyone has said it." That's how I feel about the crisis of January 6, 2021, a date that will live in infamy. Great quantities of ink and even more pixels have covered it – and yet there are a few things I want to say that I hope aren't too repetitive. Because I never watch television during daytime, it was the internet that alerted me to what was going on in Washington. I turned on the TV and watched into the next morning, making notes on a handy scrap of newspaper that soon became too small. Read More
I'm just back from DC, or more properly the area around DC. In normal holiday times, Hubby and I could meet our daughter when her work day at the Justice Department ended and then enjoy downtown Washington's Christmas attractions – the lights on Pennsylvania Avenue, tea at the Willard Hotel, or the holiday flower arrangements at the National Botanical Garden. But Hubby is gone and the times aren't normal, so I didn't set foot in the district this year. I did check the web to see Melania's White House decor, and it wasn't as disastrous as last year's devil-red trees. I'm grateful, though, that she won't get another chance. Read More
For most of us, at least most women, the New Year means cleaning. We take down decorations, throw out wrapping paper, and discard other celebratory debris. I won't have that problem this year, as the 2020 deaths of my husband, brother, and sister caused me to evade Christmas. But I have been cleaning, especially dealing with Hubby's thousands of books. During the more than a half-century that we were married, I never knew him to throw out one, and his father built unique bookcases for them. Dad Weatherford was a carpenter as well as a Methodist minister, and he created a long wall for Hubby's study that nonetheless eventually overflowed with books. Read More