I’m good with that. Pass me the bottle.
Carry A Nation is my great, great aunt. My mom’s side.
My brothers and I are now the last blood left of that side. My younger one had lots of kids, so her line is safe.
Her book, “The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A Nation” is fascinating.
Apparently, that side of the family owned slaves. On emancipation day, nobody left, even though my great, great, great uncle that day told them they were all family and that they would do what they could to help. He was a preacher.
The families that did move out didn’t move far away at all, and many just kept living there. Nation was essentially raised by slaves.
Reading that was interesting. I remember when the Soviet Union, overnight, just stopped being the Soviet Union. I tried to get into the head of someone living there, and it was the eeriest thing.
Then I thought about what it would be like if the States walked away from the District of Corruption, and what that would be like.
Emancipation day had to be similar.
Anyway, my great, great aunt made a name for herself busting up bars in the midwest as a proponent of the tolerance movement. She got the crap kicked out of her by a drunk husband and decided to make that her cause.
“You’re Welcome” for prohibition by the way.