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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934</id><updated>2009-11-10T19:45:28.689-05:00</updated><title type="text">Postscripts</title><subtitle type="html">An online magazine offering a pastiche of articles on current affairs, history, technics, opinion, writing, advice, humor and trivia since May 12, 2006.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Postscripts" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Postscripts</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-2083656870692358908</id><published>2009-11-05T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:12:46.312-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="First World War" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Armistice Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unknown Soldier" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="History" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Veterans Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title type="text">The First Unknown Soldier: Symbol of Another Great Generation</title><summary type="text">HISTORYThis year the holiday known as Veterans Day, formerly called Armistice Day, will be observed on Wednesday, November 11, 2009. Although the date is widely observed, many are unfamiliar with its origins. It commemorates the cessation of hostilities on the Western Front on November 11, 1918. Marking the end of World War One, the armistice between the Allies and Germany was signed in a railway</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/2083656870692358908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=2083656870692358908" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/2083656870692358908" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/2083656870692358908" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/vQdmN65o7OY/for-fallen-remembering-another-great.html" title="The First Unknown Soldier: Symbol of Another Great Generation" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-fallen-remembering-another-great.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-5728275768875023582</id><published>2009-10-31T11:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:02:15.148-05:00</updated><title type="text">Larger Than Life: Remembering Lincoln Diamant</title><summary type="text">BIOGRAPHYLincoln "Linc" Diamant, 86, died Tuesday, October 20, in Williamstown, Massachusetts. It was news we all dreaded. In 2006, he and his wife, Joan, sold their home on Spring Valley Road near the Teatown Lake Reservation and moved to a comfortable apartment in the delightful college town that is home to Williams College. Here, despite being blind and suffering the palsy of Parkinsonism, he </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/5728275768875023582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=5728275768875023582" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/5728275768875023582" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/5728275768875023582" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/xg6wpwCNUzw/larger-than-life-remembering-lincoln.html" title="Larger Than Life: Remembering Lincoln Diamant" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/10/larger-than-life-remembering-lincoln.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-7163914811607360058</id><published>2009-10-25T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:23:13.691-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotable Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mark Twain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title type="text">More Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain</title><summary type="text">HUMOR, QUOTABLE QUOTESIn 1894, Mark Twain found himself almost bankrupt. He had invested $100,000 (equivalent to about $2 million today) in a venture to make a "revolutionary" typesetting machine. To free himself from debt, he made a lecture tour of the British Empire in 1895. He chose that route because it gave him many opportunities to lecture in the English language. Following the Equator: A </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/7163914811607360058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=7163914811607360058" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7163914811607360058" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7163914811607360058" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/fS9hCH1ofcg/more-wit-and-wisdom-of-mark-twain.html" title="More Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-wit-and-wisdom-of-mark-twain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-8208010168090866846</id><published>2009-10-19T10:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:10:08.633-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotable Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mark Twain" /><title type="text">The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain</title><summary type="text">HUMOR, QUOTABLE QUOTESHe is called the father of American humor. He called himself Mark Twain, after the familiar cry on Mississippi riverboats used in measuring the depth of the water. As a young man he had been a pilot on such boats.Born Samuel Langhorne Clemens in 1835, he saw the introduction of the telegraph, the telephone and the motorcar. He also saw the Civil War and the Spanish American </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/8208010168090866846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=8208010168090866846" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/8208010168090866846" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/8208010168090866846" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/xF73hZ_may0/wit-and-wisdom-of-mark-twain.html" title="The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/10/wit-and-wisdom-of-mark-twain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-1599747901428297744</id><published>2009-10-14T07:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:28:10.846-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harry Chapin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harry Chapin Memorial Run Against Hunger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Croton-on-Hudson" /><title type="text">A Many-Talented Troubadour: Remembering Harry Chapin</title><summary type="text">BIOGRAPHY"Who was Harry Chapin?" some readers may ask. Unfortunately, a whole generation has grown up never hearing his music, and he is remembered today largely by baby-boomers.Musician. Singer. Poet. Songwriter. Recording artist. Filmmaker. Political activist. Hunger fighter. Dreamer. Doer. Harry Chapin was all of these, and more.Critics scorned him and his music--yet his fans loved him and his</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1599747901428297744" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1599747901428297744" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/tZ3W1o-5Ldw/many-sided-troubadour-remembering-harry.html" title="A Many-Talented Troubadour: Remembering Harry Chapin" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2007/10/many-sided-troubadour-remembering-harry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-4772007971794996193</id><published>2009-10-14T07:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:23:28.003-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harry Chapin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harry Chapin Discography" /><title type="text">A Harry Chapin Miscellany</title><summary type="text">Harry Chapin’s rocketlike trajectory through the world of music lasted only a few short years before it was abruptly snuffed out. For the benefit of those readers to whom the Harry Chapin biography brought back memories and those readers for whom it opened a whole new world of discovery, the following sampler of Harry Chapin quotable quotes and discography may be useful.A Harry Chapin Sampler"The</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/4772007971794996193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=4772007971794996193" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/4772007971794996193" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/4772007971794996193" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/TRwO3DBe25A/harry-chapin-miscellany.html" title="A Harry Chapin Miscellany" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2007/10/harry-chapin-miscellany.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-221322077575591320</id><published>2009-10-13T16:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:45:28.707-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Table of Contents" /><title type="text">Postscripts Contents Page</title><summary type="text">ADVICEBe Your Own Boss: How to Start a Home-Based BusinessNot Only for New Grads: Common-Sense Job HuntingBIOGRAPHY Larger Than Life: Remembering Lincoln Diamant A Many-Talented Troubadour: Remembering Harry Chapin A Harry Chapin MiscellanyCURRENT AFFAIRSWhat the F*** Am I Doing Here?A Voter's Guide to Reality in the Middle East, or What the Politicians Won't Tell YouThe War Nobody WantedThe </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/221322077575591320" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/221322077575591320" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/1NL6ZCQJ1_g/postscripts-contents-page.html" title="Postscripts Contents Page" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2006/11/postscripts-contents-page.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-2016774447752705650</id><published>2009-09-29T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:29:41.785-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Benedict Arnold" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John André" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="George Washington" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Revolution" /><title type="text">'How Hard Is My Fate': The Arnold-André Affair, 3</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYThe curtain now opens on the third and final act in our drama of the treason that nearly succeeded. Traitorous American Major General Benedict Arnold has reached the British after his precipitous escape. British Major John André and American attorney Joshua Hett Smith have been transported to the Continental Army's encampment at Tappan, N.Y., and are being held there for </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/2016774447752705650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=2016774447752705650" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/2016774447752705650" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/2016774447752705650" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/6eK5sJRwdWc/how-hard-is-my-fate-arnold-andre-affair.html" title="'How Hard Is My Fate': The Arnold-André Affair, 3" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-hard-is-my-fate-arnold-andre-affair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-3972797094854521843</id><published>2009-09-15T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:06:39.664-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Benedict Arnold" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John André" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="George Washington" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Revolution" /><title type="text">'Treason of the Blackest Dye': The Arnold-André Affair, 2</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYThe drama of Benedict Arnold and John André continues. Three new players will soon make their appearance:George Washington, 48, towering, cool-headed commander in chief of the Continental Army, one of America's wealthiest men. His unfailing dignity, courtesy and composure endear him to all who serve under him.Lt. Col. John Jameson, 29, from Culpeper County in Virginia. A </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/3972797094854521843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=3972797094854521843" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/3972797094854521843" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/3972797094854521843" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/-Scx3poDMrg/treason-of-blackest-dye-arnold-andre.html" title="'Treason of the Blackest Dye': The Arnold-André Affair, 2" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/09/treason-of-blackest-dye-arnold-andre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-1683394149327197873</id><published>2009-09-03T16:30:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:37:40.052-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Afghanistan War" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Op Ed" /><title type="text">Mr. President: ‘We Don't Have a Dog in This Fight.’</title><summary type="text">OP EDNote: The title is taken from a favorite saying of former Secretary of State James A. Baker.Dear Mr. President:Shortly before Christmas of 1945, I was discharged from the Army at Fort George G. Meade in Maryland. I decided that I would make a point of studying the waging of war, a profession that had appropriated four years of my youth. Sixty-four years later, now with a large store of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/1683394149327197873/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=1683394149327197873" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1683394149327197873" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1683394149327197873" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/vEeOSzDRguQ/mr-president-we-dont-have-dog-in-this.html" title="Mr. President: ‘We Don't Have a Dog in This Fight.’" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-president-we-dont-have-dog-in-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-3029334871559239963</id><published>2009-08-31T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:59:16.319-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Benedict Arnold" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John André" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Revolution" /><title type="text">'Ill Met By Moonlight': The Arnold-André Affair, 1</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYAristotle defined tragedy as a drama recounting the fall of persons of high degree and exemplifying the tragic sense of life. One September 229 years ago in the lower Hudson Valley, a profoundly moving Aristotelean tragedy of errors played itself out. Two human beings, one, British Major John André, and the other, American General Benedict Arnold, were each inevitably doomed by</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/3029334871559239963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=3029334871559239963" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/3029334871559239963" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/3029334871559239963" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/iguJOxQhxcA/ill-met-by-moonlight-arnold-andre.html" title="'Ill Met By Moonlight': The Arnold-André Affair, 1" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2000/08/ill-met-by-moonlight-arnold-andre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-7774490742523898080</id><published>2009-08-22T12:27:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:28:25.208-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World War I" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Edmond Genet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lafayette Escadrille" /><title type="text">First to Fight, First to Die: The Beau Geste of Edmond Genet</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEY"Head for the sound of the guns." Cadets at West Point are taught this military precept--easily remembered advice for a unit commander when trouble threatens and information is lacking.When German guns signaled the start of the First World War in 1914, hundreds of Americans headed for the sound of the guns in France. Their reasons were many. Some, impelled by humanitarian </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/7774490742523898080/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=7774490742523898080" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7774490742523898080" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7774490742523898080" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/XFlwbQmodcQ/first-to-fight-first-to-die-beau-geste.html" title="First to Fight, First to Die: The Beau Geste of Edmond Genet" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-to-fight-first-to-die-beau-geste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-6081337623256891054</id><published>2009-08-12T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:55:59.622-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lower Hudson Valley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Henry Hudson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Half Moon" /><title type="text">Rediscovering Henry Hudson's Half Moon</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYIn the National Air and Space Museum at the Smithsonian we can marvel at the tiny spacecraft in which astronauts rocketed into space a scant 47 years ago. Sailing the Hudson and neighboring waters today is the 17th-century equivalent of a modern space capsule: a full-size replica of Henry Hudson's most famous ship, the Halve Maen (Half Moon).Four centuries ago, a small band of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/6081337623256891054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=6081337623256891054" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/6081337623256891054" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/6081337623256891054" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/nF-g249z26c/rediscovering-henry-hudsons-half-moon.html" title="Rediscovering Henry Hudson's Half Moon" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/08/rediscovering-henry-hudsons-half-moon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-1044130615746337291</id><published>2009-08-04T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:20:44.272-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lower Hudson Valley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peter Stuyvesant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delaware (Indian tribe)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lenape (Indian tribe)" /><title type="text">Far From Home: The Lenape Indians' Trail of Tears</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYOn May 11, 1647, 55-year-old Petrus Stuyvesant stomped ashore at New Amsterdam on a wooden leg decorated with incised bands of silver. Only three years before, while attacking the Spanish-held Caribbean island of St. Martin, he had lost his right leg to a cannonball. Adriaen Van der Donck, a young lawyer and witness to his arrival, described him as “Peacock like, with great </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/1044130615746337291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=1044130615746337291" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1044130615746337291" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1044130615746337291" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/bViE970XM1Q/far-from-home-lenape-indians-trail-of.html" title="Far From Home: The Lenape Indians' Trail of Tears" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/08/far-from-home-lenape-indians-trail-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-8460560907441724705</id><published>2009-07-24T11:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:31:30.015-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pig War" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lenape Indians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kieft's War" /><title type="text">The Rivers Ran Red: Governor Kieft's Holocaust</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYWillem Kieft, fifth Dutch governor of New Netherland, arrived in New Amsterdam in 1638. You probably won't recognize his name. After you read what follows, you will not easily wipe the name Willem Kieft from your memory.Kieft was by nature a blusterer and at heart a coward. For sheer barbarity, he ranks with such genocidal monsters as Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler. Had </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/8460560907441724705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=8460560907441724705" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/8460560907441724705" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/8460560907441724705" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/oULEmNIrAvI/when-rivers-ran-red-governor-kiefts.html" title="The Rivers Ran Red: Governor Kieft's Holocaust" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-rivers-ran-red-governor-kiefts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-4402758041412688215</id><published>2009-07-16T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:03:11.604-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lower Hudson Valley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lenape (Indian tribe)" /><title type="text">The Lenape Series Bibliography</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYEditor's Note: For the benefit of readers who desire to know more about the Lenape Indians who once roamed the area we now call home, the following is a list of books used in the preparation of this series.For readers who seek a basic introductory work on the subject of America's first inhabitants and the archeological science that enables us to discover details about their way</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/4402758041412688215/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=4402758041412688215" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/4402758041412688215" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/4402758041412688215" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/Cytyccsv7M0/lenape-series-bibliography.html" title="The Lenape Series Bibliography" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/07/lenape-series-bibliography.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-1318769194853978460</id><published>2009-07-15T16:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:40:05.622-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lower Hudson Valley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delaware (Indian tribe)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lenape (Indian tribe)" /><title type="text">The Lenape: Westchester's First Inhabitants</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYHalf of our nation’s fifty states bear names of Indian origin, as do uncounted thousands of individual towns, rivers and landscape features. Sad to say, the names the Indians left us and the few mute artifacts to be seen in museum collections are our only links to Westchester’s early inhabitants. It is important to remember that because Indians had no written language, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/1318769194853978460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=1318769194853978460" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1318769194853978460" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1318769194853978460" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/HDO9fo8Qymo/lenape-westchesters-first-inhabitants.html" title="The Lenape: Westchester's First Inhabitants" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/07/lenape-westchesters-first-inhabitants.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-8304571830827232541</id><published>2009-06-29T10:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:30:50.926-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Croton Aqueduct" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas History" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Croton Dam" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrations" /><title type="text">Days of Hope and Glory: When Croton Water Came to the City</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYOn October 14, 1842, 167 years ago, New York City marked the completion of the Croton Aqueduct and the stream of cold, clear water it brought from the valley of the Croton River. The water's arrival touched off celebrations whose like had never been seen before. At a time when the purity of Croton's own water supply is in jeopardy from runoff contamination, it is appropriate </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/8304571830827232541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=8304571830827232541" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/8304571830827232541" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/8304571830827232541" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/NHPU7yBoFwQ/days-of-hope-and-glory-when-croton.html" title="Days of Hope and Glory: When Croton Water Came to the City" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-of-hope-and-glory-when-croton.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-7845925602433936084</id><published>2009-06-22T15:18:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:43:46.608-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lower Hudson Valley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Croton Water" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Croton Aqueduct" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New York City" /><title type="text">The Old Croton Aqueduct: An Engineering Marvel</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYSeen from the air, the Old Croton Aqueduct gives the impression that a giant mole had tunneled its way south from the Croton River to New York City, throwing up the slight bulge that is the telltale sign of the animal's passage through a lawn. Now a public right of way, the aqueduct was purchased by New York State from New York City's Bureau of Water Supply in 1968. Listed on </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/7845925602433936084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=7845925602433936084" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7845925602433936084" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7845925602433936084" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/6lHXUGW1A_Q/old-croton-acqueduct-engineering-marvel.html" title="The Old Croton Aqueduct: An Engineering Marvel" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-croton-acqueduct-engineering-marvel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-115929647952035182</id><published>2009-06-09T00:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:53:37.450-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lower Hudson Valley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dutch" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Henry Hudson" /><title type="text">Thank You, Henry Hudson: America's Debt to the Dutch</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYFour hundred years ago, a virgin North America stretched invitingly from ocean to ocean waiting to be explored. Its forests were so thick, one could have walked from the Atlantic to the Mississippi and beyond under a continuous green canopy of trees. Explorers--Columbus in 1492, John Cabot in 1497 and Verrazzano in 1524--had tentatively sailed the Atlantic coast, carefully </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/115929647952035182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=115929647952035182" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/115929647952035182" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/115929647952035182" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/5w2k-cVwWCg/thank-you-henry-hudson-americas-debt.html" title="Thank You, Henry Hudson: America's Debt to the Dutch" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-henry-hudson-americas-debt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-5554492988986333617</id><published>2009-06-07T15:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:53:36.587-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Westward Migration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="History" /><title type="text">Lo, the Poor Indian! Notes on Amerindian Origins</title><summary type="text">HISTORYToday our American Indian population of more than 2.5 million is in sharp contrast to the population in 1609, the year Henry Hudson sailed up the river that bears his name. The entire North American continent was then the exclusive domain of Indians. By the early 1700s, Indian tribes in the lower Hudson Valley had sold their highly desirable lands to Dutch or English colonists, usually for</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/5554492988986333617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=5554492988986333617" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/5554492988986333617" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/5554492988986333617" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/XfIT1yyEMTc/lo-poor-indian-notes-on-amerindian.html" title="Lo, the Poor Indian! Notes on Amerindian Origins" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2006/11/lo-poor-indian-notes-on-amerindian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-5483073715480525437</id><published>2009-06-01T08:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:01:11.887-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gone with the Wind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie Trivia" /><title type="text">'Frankly, My Dear, I Don’t Give a Damn'</title><summary type="text">MOVIE TRIVIAFew books are so closely identified with a geographical region—Georgia and the Old South—as Gone with the Wind. Published in 1936, this 1,037-page tome was discovered by Macmillan editor Harold Latham on a swing through the South in search, of new writing talent. Its author, Margaret Mitchell, was a petite (4 feet 9-1/2 inches tall) native of Atlanta who had labored between 1926 and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/5483073715480525437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=5483073715480525437" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/5483073715480525437" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/5483073715480525437" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/4mzye4o6dhI/frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-damn.html" title="'Frankly, My Dear, I Don’t Give a Damn'" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/05/frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-damn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-1312990349818996660</id><published>2009-05-25T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:25:03.550-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gen. Daniel A. Butterfield" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Civil War" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Taps" /><title type="text">Who Wrote the Bugle Call Taps?</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYOne feature of Memorial Day celebrations everywhere is the playing of Taps, a tune that has roots in the Civil War and even before. From earliest times, bugle calls have been used in armies to relay commands to troops arrayed in broad battle lines and widespread formations or to signal significant events in large encampments. Among these calls are reveille, mess call, mail call</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/1312990349818996660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=1312990349818996660" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1312990349818996660" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/1312990349818996660" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/wfh4VHnwCmg/who-wrote-bugle-call-taps.html" title="Who Wrote the Bugle Call Taps?" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-wrote-bugle-call-taps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-7388037162467029192</id><published>2009-05-21T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:46:57.816-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nils Andersen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="America's Wars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FDR Veterans Hospital" /><title type="text">Lest We Forget: An Album of Remembrance</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEYSacred groves of trees held a special significance in ancient cultures and religions. One such sacred grove exists at the Montrose veterans hospital facility named for Franklin D. Roosevelt, the president who guided the nation through World War II to victory. Here a random array of eleven stone columns topped by bronze busts stands in a bosky dell amidst maples, pines, dogwoods</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/7388037162467029192/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=7388037162467029192" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7388037162467029192" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/7388037162467029192" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/LUq5-FERmZE/faces-in-gallery-of-nameless-heroes.html" title="Lest We Forget: An Album of Remembrance" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2007/07/faces-in-gallery-of-nameless-heroes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27825934.post-359755855531277825</id><published>2009-05-21T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:50:19.729-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nils Andersen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World War II" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Okinawa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FDR Veterans Hospital" /><title type="text">The Trouble I've Seen: The Nils Andersen Story</title><summary type="text">LOWER HUDSON VALLEY Nils Andersen's story has never been told in detail. Born in Philadelphia in 1926, he later moved with his family to Bay Ridge in Brooklyn, where he attended public schools. Quitting high school at 17, he enlisted in the Marine Corps. After basic training, Andersen shipped out to Guadalcanal, where he joined the newly activated 6th Marine Division training for the invasion of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notorc.blogspot.com/feeds/359755855531277825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27825934&amp;postID=359755855531277825" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/359755855531277825" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27825934/posts/default/359755855531277825" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Postscripts/~3/O6FtvmqZH4E/lest-we-forget-sacred-grove-at-montrose.html" title="The Trouble I've Seen: The Nils Andersen Story" /><author><name>audax</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02628678328775995157" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notorc.blogspot.com/2007/07/lest-we-forget-sacred-grove-at-montrose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
