Sick Scooter

Last night I had a very weird dream in which my scooter was disabled at work.

And right now, my scooter is disabled at work. 

This morning I was heading in and as usual everything was fine when the engine just cut out at speed. I rolled down to a halt and tried to get the engine restarted and no-go. I poked at the engine a bit to see if there were any loose wires and got nowhere, so I coasted to the bottom of the hill where there's a public parking area (for those of you who know the cape, this was the grist mill/herring run in Brewster). And voila, it started up. So I took of and it was going fine until it once again stuttered and cut out. I got it started again and it slowly but surely made its way to work stuttering irregularly most of the way.

Unfortunately the cycle shop guy doesn't have his truck and trailer today, so he can't pick it up. I'll leave it locked up at work and then have it picked up tomorrow. It seems to be something fairly simple. It's a basic combustion problem, so its either spark or gas or air. Like everyone, I disconnected the evaporation system a long time ago and I never did put anything on the empty spot, so it's possible something got sucked into the carb.

Sick Scooter

Last night I had a very weird dream in which my scooter was disabled at work.

And right now, my scooter is disabled at work. 

This morning I was heading in and as usual everything was fine when the engine just cut out at speed. I rolled down to a halt and tried to get the engine restarted and no-go. I poked at the engine a bit to see if there were any loose wires and got nowhere, so I coasted to the bottom of the hill where there's a public parking area (for those of you who know the cape, this was the grist mill/herring run in Brewster). And voila, it started up. So I took of and it was going fine until it once again stuttered and cut out. I got it started again and it slowly but surely made its way to work stuttering irregularly most of the way.

Unfortunately the cycle shop guy doesn't have his truck and trailer today, so he can't pick it up. I'll leave it locked up at work and then have it picked up tomorrow. It seems to be something fairly simple. It's a basic combustion problem, so its either spark or gas or air. Like everyone, I disconnected the evaporation system a long time ago and I never did put anything on the empty spot, so it's possible something got sucked into the carb.

Genealogical Explosions, My Grandmother The Fake

Growing up my grandmother and I were not close. Not so much because of any particular animosity, but because she was never a warm or particularly caring woman. She was part of the WASP brahmin class in Worcester from "Uppah Burncoat" the elite suburban area, member of the women's club and of course the Daughters of the American Revolution. Though it was rumored that her genealogist may have bent the truth as was common at the time.

So in searching through genealogical stuff, I found myself on the DAR website which among other things hosts its own genealogical database and with a simple search and there she is. And there's the heritage going back, pretty much as described. Then even further way back to the 1500s. And there's her living in South Dakota. 

Wait. South Dakota?

I look through again and there's certainly a woman by my grandmother's name in the DAR. But it's not her. It's a completely different woman of the same name and roughly same age. Now I was absolutely assured that my grandmother was part of the DAR. This was one of those rock solid things. Supposedly back to the Mayflower.

And through some more searching I actually find my grandmother's information. Not in the DAR genealogies, but in a 1900 census record. And the details there are a bit less elite. It's a rooming house in New Hampshire that the family shared with another family. And here's the real kicker, her mother is named Marie. Not a big wasp name. And there next to it is noted "McB." As in Irish? As in "no good lazy shanty Irish" as my notoriously anti-Irish grandmother would have so indelicately put it? 

I always knew my grandmother was more than a bit of a social climber and that her application to the DAR had been done with possibly dubious genealogy. But I didn't quite see her as a half Irish poser who may very well have manifested her DAR status through identity theft.

Genealogical Explosions, My Grandmother The Fake

Growing up my grandmother and I were not close. Not so much because of any particular animosity, but because she was never a warm or particularly caring woman. She was part of the WASP brahmin class in Worcester from "Uppah Burncoat" the elite suburban area, member of the women's club and of course the Daughters of the American Revolution. Though it was rumored that her genealogist may have bent the truth as was common at the time.

So in searching through genealogical stuff, I found myself on the DAR website which among other things hosts its own genealogical database and with a simple search and there she is. And there's the heritage going back, pretty much as described. Then even further way back to the 1500s. And there's her living in South Dakota. 

Wait. South Dakota?

I look through again and there's certainly a woman by my grandmother's name in the DAR. But it's not her. It's a completely different woman of the same name and roughly same age. Now I was absolutely assured that my grandmother was part of the DAR. This was one of those rock solid things. Supposedly back to the Mayflower.

And through some more searching I actually find my grandmother's information. Not in the DAR genealogies, but in a 1900 census record. And the details there are a bit less elite. It's a rooming house in New Hampshire that the family shared with another family. And here's the real kicker, her mother is named Marie. Not a big wasp name. And there next to it is noted "McB." As in Irish? As in "no good lazy shanty Irish" as my notoriously anti-Irish grandmother would have so indelicately put it? 

I always knew my grandmother was more than a bit of a social climber and that her application to the DAR had been done with possibly dubious genealogy. But I didn't quite see her as a half Irish poser who may very well have manifested her DAR status through identity theft.