I mentioned winter madness in my last post, and here's a post that hints at that phenomenon. when I was waiting out the storm on Sunday, and warming up from my first attempt to dig out the cars, I started tracking my family genealogy. Beth, my youngest sister, has seemingly taken on the mantle that my paternal grandmother Maude bore, that of the keeper of All Things Scudder. Oddly, I've never taken much interest in my family tree, which may be an indication of my natural contrarianism, or that as a historian I already have enough history clogging my brain. Sunday's rabbit hole may also reflect the fact that I was reading Vida Scudder's autobiography, On Journey; I'll have much more to say about her later. At this point it's enough to point out that while socialism is a recessive gene in the Scudder line, she and I prove that it does occasionally pop up. Here's some info on Thomas Scudder, the first of my line of Scudders to make it to this side of the Atlantic. Yes, we were Puritans lunatics and we did settle in Salem.
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