Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I don't make this stuff up

But if I wanted to post something DNA, I'd have to.    There is absolutely nothing going on so, since I don't feel like making something up, I'll just post some more fun -

This is Sacred Harp shape-note singing -

Monday, July 30, 2007

disappointed . . .

I'm sorry to have to say that I was disappointed with the Swannanoa Gathering.    That's really too bad, too, because the setting is idyllic, the housing and classrooms are first class, the staff are solicitous and helpful to a fault, and even the cafeteria food is tasty and interesting.    While there are many classes in which large numbers of students might be desirable, instrumental instructional classes are not among them.    I had two fiddle classes and a banjo class and the class size ranged up to 16 in each of them.    Way too many for any meaningful instruction by one teacher.

I suspect that the staff being 'helpful to a fault' may have indeed been the fault.    In each of these classes students on the 'wait list' just showed up and participated.    And each class grew in size as the week progressed with other students 'transferring in'.    The most productive and satisfying class of the whole week was my first period fiddle class on Friday when 'only' eight of the dozen to 15 regulars showed up.

I'll have to think about next year.

It is really unfortunate because some really fun things go on there.    Here are a couple of them -

Sunday, July 29, 2007

In my absence . . .

James, #96, got his Y-DNA26-37 results back, but little more happened.    except, James, #97, returned his sample to FTDNA so his results are now scheduled and our 'pipeline' is -
This is a good opportunity to remind James, #96, and any one else who may have gotten new results: whenever you get new results be sure to upload them to ySearch.    It's very easy to do.    Simply click on the darkened line that says 'Click here to upload to Ysearch.org' found under your 'Y-DNA MATCHES' tab on your FTDNA personal page.   

Sunday, July 22, 2007

* * * HIATUS * * *

We leave this morning for the Swannanoa Gathering near Asheville, NC.    "The worst part about the Gathering is that there are only 24 hours in the day and 3 of them are wasted sleeping!"    This is our first time to this workshop but judging from the instructors I have it will be a really good one.    We'll be back late Saturday to get ready to go to Clifftop midweek following.

My first mention of the Iraq war was May 14 last year.    That was 1,195 U.S. service members killed and 8,689 wounded ago.    It has absolutely gotten no better and now we learn that "W" believes that God tells him to bring democracy to the world!


     In our country's longest war - since we invaded Iraq on March 20, 2003

               3,632 U.S. service members have been killed,

                    26,558 U.S. service members have been wounded, in

                         "W"'s War.


                            "When a man don’t use good judgment it’s the innocent who pays"

                                                                                                                             -- Echo Mountain


Click here to Think Peace

Saturday, July 21, 2007

the best for last

If you care about the particulars of any of these, it's all on the YouTube site.    I'll just offer these without further comment.

Mushrat -

Poca River Blues -

Camp Chase -

Friday, July 20, 2007

remnants of Glenville

This is my old friend, Dave Bing, and my new friend, Kate Laseur from England, (or was that Lissauer?) playing a tune I wish I knew the name of-

Old friends David O'Dell, banjo, Dave Bing, fiddle, and Andrew Dunlap, guitar -

Lester and Linda McCumbers are two of my favorite people.    They were married when they were 16 and they've been married for 70 years.    We don't get a chance to hear Lindy sing much anymore so enjoy this one.    Unfortunately, I missed the best part.    The 'band' decided that the end of the song had come and stopped.    Lindy objected that she had another verse to sing -- so they started up again and she sang it.    Too bad that I also stopped when they did.

Gerry Milnes, fiddle, his son, Jesse, guitar, and Amanda Kowalski on bass -

Oh, by the way, James, #96, received his Y-DNA13-25 Marker results yesterday.    Now just waiting for his 26-37 markers to finish up his order.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Out of the loop

Well, Clifton, #98, got his sample back to FTDNA on Tuesday and I was all ready to come on here this morning and brag on him not having wasted a week with it sitting around until the shipment next Wednesday.    I was, that is, until FTDNA crossed me up by not shipping yesterday (Wednesday) at about 5:00 Mountain time, as [I] expected.    At 1:30 EDT this morning it was still not shipped!    At 9:30 EDT (7:30 MDT) it was gone.    I don't seem to know what their schedule is any more but I guess the 'upgrade by Wednesday' advice is still OK.

At any rate, here's our current pipeline:

Monday, July 16, 2007

Last Week's Results

Jim, #96, got his FTDNA Y-HAP-Backbone result on the 10th and took a step backward.    He had been 'estimated' J2e1 [J2b1].    J2e1 [J2b1] is characterized by M102.    So what does FTDNA test?    M172!    His result is M172+ so now Jim is just J2!!?

Brian, #50, got the first and third panels of his Y-Refine37to67 on the 12th and 13th, respectively.    These results may actually turn out to be very interesting.    We have the first 'difference' among the slow moving markers of Y-Refine37to67 which may help us distinguish branches within the family.

Danny, #95, got his Y-DNA13-25 Markers of his Y-Refine12to25 on the 14th.    Still no matches.

In addition, on the 10th, SMGF gave notice of the addition of new haplotypes and genealogical records to the Sorenson mtDNA and Y-chromosome databases.    The only additional Y database Berry, new posting or additional markers, that I've been able to spot is Artie, #90, who has a haplotype of 38 markers posted.    Artie's is no. 2, the one marked 33/33 -If anyone knows of any others I'd appreciate a 'heads-up'.

As for Artie, he got 10 additional markers - free!

Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Birthday Girl
 Arimarlisa's Phantom V Reiteralm NA

My dog, Phantom, is 11 years old today.    She's a 'grey ghost' but now her muzzle and eyebrows are really getting grey/white.    She's been a really good dog for us and has given us much more pleasure than we could ever repay.    Unlike her son, Edn, Phantom gives the appearance of being somewhat aloof but is always ready for a scratch or a pet or a love.


She's done a little of everything for us.    We showed her in conformation for a couple of years but were able to manage only 5 points of the required 15 for her championship.    Everyone told us that dog shows and judges were very political but I have to think that handling her myself and learning as we went was an obstacle that even she couldn't overcome.

We also had a go at agility trials.    She was very good at that, and still is, but her handler was getting a little long in the tooth and we pretty much gave it up after she got her novice title.    This is her title run -Even now, we occasionally go to a dog ring and she still knows all the obstacles and can throw a good run.

Happy birthday, sweetie.    I hope we have many more.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

two many problems . . .

One, not much of anything going on Berry genetic genealogy-wise, and two, grandkids week.

Grandkids week means that we spend a lot of time either at the cabin (no internet connection) or in some activity.    This week we have performances of Evita and Forever Plaid scheduled for Wednesday and Friday evenings, respectively.    A trip to the Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center near Washington Dulles on Thursday [this is the facility where they exhibit all the stuff that's too big to fit the National Air and Space Museum on the Mall in D.C., e.g., the Enola Gay and the Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird.] with the possibility of the horse races at Charles Town that evening.    Our grandkids are down to three this week because three of the five are in college next year and two of them have jobs.    The 'wow' factor becomes a little more difficult each year as they get older.

We're in town this evening because I also have to deal with a defroster heater that burned out on my one year two month old, one year guarantee refrigerator.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

7-7-07

We do have a new member.    Can't tell you anything about him, yet, since he hasn't had a chance to respond to our 'Welcome' emails.    His name is Clifton, he's from Alabama, he'll be our 103rd member and (probably) Participant #98, and he ordered the Y-DNA67 test.    More later.

This is Myra, Katrina, Allie and others playing Monroe's Farewell to Long Hollow at a midnight jam -
Again, at Allegheny Echoes.

And, Falls of Richmond -

Friday, July 06, 2007

No new news = reminders

Since we seem to have hit a flat spot in new members/new results, I'll take this opportunity to post a couple of reminders that will help your results to work better for you.

Everyone should go to your FTDNA Personal Page:   First, click on the 'Setup Preferences' tab and select your matches to be set against the entire database.    Leaving it set to "display of matches only to my Surname Project" will severely limit your opportunity to see matches that may be of interest to you but are not yet in the Project.    Severely, as in 'No Chance'.

Next, you should all check your 'Y-DNA Matches' tab.    Those of you who have gotten new results, be sure to upload them to ySearch.    Take a look to see if the 'Click here to upload to Ysearch.org' line is there.    If that line's not there, no worry.   You've already done it.    If it is there, click it. This doesn't happen automatically, only semi-automatically.   You don't have to type the numbers in but you do have to click the 'Click here to upload to Ysearch.org' line in the 'Y-DNA Matches' tab.

Also, while you're at your Personal Page, you have the opportunity to upload a gedcom of either your Y-DNA family tree or your mtDNA family tree, or both.    Just click on the 'GEDCOM - FAMILY TREE' line and follow the instructions.    Or you can ask me for help.    Having this information available online can be very helpful to others trying to make a connection to you, particularly on the mtDNA side.

I'm assuming that you've gone to the trouble and expense of DNA testing to further assist your family research.    These steps will help optimize that possibility.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Echoes of the 4th

I went to the fireworks in Berryville last night.    Pretty average.    None of the squiggly falling whistlers that I like.    But I did use my gorillapod.    It's great!    I wrapped it around the top bar on a chain link fence.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

July 4th

Bush, Cheney should resign

By Keith Olbermann
Anchor, 'Countdown'
MSNBC

“I didn’t vote for him,” an American once said, “But he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.”

That—on this eve of the 4th of July—is the essence of this democracy, in 17 words.    And that is what President Bush threw away yesterday in commuting the sentence of Lewis “Scooter” Libby.

The man who said those 17 words—improbably enough—was the actor John Wayne.    And Wayne, an ultra-conservative, said them, when he learned of the hair’s-breadth election of John F. Kennedy instead of his personal favorite, Richard Nixon in 1960.

“I didn’t vote for him but he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.”

The sentiment was doubtlessly expressed earlier, but there is something especially appropriate about hearing it, now, in Wayne’s voice:    The crisp matter-of-fact acknowledgement that we have survived, even though for nearly two centuries now, our Commander-in-Chief has also served, simultaneously, as the head of one political party and often the scourge of all others.

We as citizens must, at some point, ignore a president’s partisanship.    Not that we may prosper as a nation, not that we may achieve, not that we may lead the world—but merely that we may function.

But just as essential to the seventeen words of John Wayne, is an implicit trust—a sacred trust:    That the president for whom so many did not vote, can in turn suspend his political self long enough, and for matters imperative enough, to conduct himself solely for the benefit of the entire Republic.

Our generation’s willingness to state “we didn’t vote for him, but he’s our president, and we hope he does a good job,” was tested in the crucible of history, and earlier than most.

And in circumstances more tragic and threatening.    And we did that with which history tasked us.

We enveloped our President in 2001.    And those who did not believe he should have been elected — indeed those who did not believe he had been elected — willingly lowered their voices and assented to the sacred oath of non-partisanship.

And George W. Bush took our assent, and re-configured it, and honed it, and shaped it to a razor-sharp point and stabbed this nation in the back with it.

Were there any remaining lingering doubt otherwise, or any remaining lingering hope, it ended yesterday when Mr. Bush commuted the prison sentence of one of his own staffers.

Did so even before the appeals process was complete; did so without as much as a courtesy consultation with the Department of Justice; did so despite what James Madison — at the Constitutional Convention — said about impeaching any president who pardoned or sheltered those who had committed crimes “advised by” that president; did so without the slightest concern that even the most detached of citizens must look at the chain of events and wonder:    To what degree was Mr. Libby told:    break the law however you wish—the President will keep you out of prison?

In that moment, Mr. Bush, you broke that fundamental compact between yourself and the majority of this nation’s citizens — the ones who did not cast votes for you.    In that moment, Mr. Bush, you ceased to be the President of the United States.    In that moment, Mr. Bush, you became merely the President of a rabid and irresponsible corner of the Republican Party.    And this is too important a time, Sir, to have a commander-in-chief who puts party over nation.

This has been, of course, the gathering legacy of this Administration.    Few of its decisions have escaped the stain of politics.    The extraordinary Karl Rove has spoken of “a permanent Republican majority,” as if such a thing — or a permanent Democratic majority — is not antithetical to that upon which rests:    our country, our history, our revolution, our freedoms.

Yet our Democracy has survived shrewder men than Karl Rove.    And it has survived the frequent stain of politics upon the fabric of government.    But this administration, with ever-increasing insistence and almost theocratic zealotry, has turned that stain into a massive oil spill.

The protection of the environment is turned over to those of one political party, who will financially benefit from the rape of the environment.    The protections of the Constitution are turned over to those of one political party, who believe those protections unnecessary and extravagant and quaint.

The enforcement of the laws is turned over to those of one political party, who will swear beforehand that they will not enforce those laws.    The choice between war and peace is turned over to those of one political party, who stand to gain vast wealth by ensuring that there is never peace, but only war.

And now, when just one cooked book gets corrected by an honest auditor, when just one trampling of the inherent and inviolable fairness of government is rejected by an impartial judge, when just one wild-eyed partisan is stopped by the figure of blind justice, this President decides that he, and not the law, must prevail.

I accuse you, Mr. Bush, of lying this country into war.

I accuse you of fabricating in the minds of your own people, a false implied link between Saddam Hussein and 9/11.

I accuse you of firing the generals who told you that the plans for Iraq were disastrously insufficient.

I accuse you of causing in Iraq the needless deaths of 3,586 of our brothers and sons, and sisters and daughters, and friends and neighbors.

I accuse you of subverting the Constitution, not in some misguided but sincerely-motivated struggle to combat terrorists, but to stifle dissent.

I accuse you of fomenting fear among your own people, of creating the very terror you claim to have fought.

I accuse you of exploiting that unreasoning fear, the natural fear of your own people who just want to live their lives in peace, as a political tool to slander your critics and libel your opponents.

I accuse you of handing part of this Republic over to a Vice President who is without conscience, and letting him run roughshod over it.

And I accuse you now, Mr. Bush, of giving, through that Vice President, carte blanche to Mr. Libby, to help defame Ambassador Joseph Wilson by any means necessary, to lie to Grand Juries and Special Counsel and before a court, in order to protect the mechanisms and particulars of that defamation, with your guarantee that Libby would never see prison, and, in so doing, as Ambassador Wilson himself phrased it here last night, of becoming an accessory to the obstruction of justice.

When President Nixon ordered the firing of the Watergate special prosecutor Archibald Cox during the infamous “Saturday Night Massacre” on October 20th, 1973, Cox initially responded tersely, and ominously.

“Whether ours shall be a government of laws and not of men, is now for Congress, and ultimately, the American people.”

President Nixon did not understand how he had crystallized the issue of Watergate for the American people.

It had been about the obscure meaning behind an attempt to break in to a rival party’s headquarters; and the labyrinthine effort to cover-up that break-in and the related crimes.

And in one night, Nixon transformed it.

Watergate — instantaneously — became a simpler issue:    a President overruling the inexorable march of the law of insisting — in a way that resonated viscerally with millions who had not previously understood — that he was the law.

Not the Constitution.    Not the Congress.    Not the Courts.    Just him.

Just — Mr. Bush — as you did, yesterday.

The twists and turns of Plame-Gate, of your precise and intricate lies that sent us into this bottomless pit of Iraq; your lies upon the lies to discredit Joe Wilson; your lies upon the lies upon the lies to throw the sand at the “referee” of Prosecutor Fitzgerald’s analogy.    These are complex and often painful to follow, and too much, perhaps, for the average citizen.

But when other citizens render a verdict against your man, Mr. Bush — and then you spit in the faces of those jurors and that judge and the judges who were yet to hear the appeal — the average citizen understands that, Sir.

It’s the fixed ballgame and the rigged casino and the pre-arranged lottery all rolled into one—and it stinks.    And they know it.

Nixon’s mistake, the last and most fatal of them, the firing of Archibald Cox, was enough to cost him the presidency.    And in the end, even Richard Nixon could say he could not put this nation through an impeachment.

It was far too late for it to matter then, but as the decades unfold, that single final gesture of non-partisanship, of acknowledged responsibility not to self, not to party, not to “base,” but to country, echoes loudly into history.    Even Richard Nixon knew it was time to resign

Would that you could say that, Mr. Bush.    And that you could say it for Mr. Cheney.    You both crossed the Rubicon yesterday.    Which one of you chose the route, no longer matters.    Which is the ventriloquist, and which the dummy, is irrelevant.

But that you have twisted the machinery of government into nothing more than a tawdry machine of politics, is the only fact that remains relevant.

It is nearly July 4th, Mr. Bush, the commemoration of the moment we Americans decided that rather than live under a King who made up the laws, or erased them, or ignored them—or commuted the sentences of those rightly convicted under them—we would force our independence, and regain our sacred freedoms.

We of this time — and our leaders in Congress, of both parties — must now live up to those standards which echo through our history:    Pressure, negotiate, impeach — get you, Mr. Bush, and Mr. Cheney, two men who are now perilous to our Democracy, away from its helm.

For you, Mr. Bush, and for Mr. Cheney, there is a lesser task.    You need merely achieve a very low threshold indeed.    Display just that iota of patriotism which Richard Nixon showed, on August 9th, 1974.

Resign.

And give us someone — anyone — about whom all of us might yet be able to quote John Wayne, and say, “I didn’t vote for him, but he’s my president, and I hope he does a good job.”

© 2007 MSNBC Interactive

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

snip!


No sooner had I told you yesterday that Brian's, #50, DeepSNP-I results were expected July 23, than they come in!    Carol won't be at all surprised that Brian is Haplogroup I1a.

More as a bit of a filler since I don't have anything more DNA to report, here's another small bit of the Dave and Dwight workshop I told you about yesterday.    Sorry, I don't know the name of the tune but like the way the banjo and fiddle work together -

Monday, July 02, 2007

Glenville

Well, it seems that we're in a 'not much happening' period.    So I'll just post a test status update -
I'm wading through a bunch of stuff from my recent sojourn and don't have much of it available yet.    Some of the things they do at Glenville are banjo and fiddle contests and workshops.    I'll post an example of each and then a jam or two.

First, here's the Over 50 fiddle contest winner, Gerry Milnes, playing Give the Fiddler a Dram -
Gerry also won the Over 50 banjo contest but I don't have video of that.

Next, we have Dave Bing and Dwight Diller in a fiddle workshop where Dwight is talking about the Hammons family and demonstrating some of their repertoire.    Here he's showing some of the variations of the tune Calloway played by different members within the same family -
This is an example of an old time style of banjo picking called 'clawhammer' or 'drop thumb' in which the melody notes are sounded by striking the appropriate strings with the nail of the index or middle finger during the downstroke.

Jamming goes on day and night in, among other places, the Conrad Motel parking lot in the middle of town.    Here are a couple examples of some of that:

A snippet of Andy and Ben just finishing a tune. Can't remember who has his back to me with the guitar, maybe Rory. -

Betty Vornbrock, Billy Cornette, Carl Baron, Bill Locke and friends in the lot play Logan Co. Blues -

Rachael Meads, John Meeker, unknown 'fine looking fellow', Margo Blevin, Tracy Schwarz, Russ Hatton and Annie Trimble in the stairwell playing You're Gonna Make Me Die -

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Seriously sleep-deprived!

As we might expect, several notable events occurred in my absence.    Paris got out of jail, the iPhone went on sale, we acquired a new participant, our 102nd, James Wenceslas Berry, #97, and Grant's, #93, Y-Hap backbone test came back confirming his haplogroup G2 designation with a P15+.

But, first things first.    You will recall that on our last trip into West Virginia we stopped at the Buckhannon Donut Shop and had a pepperoni roll and a maple donut and, although I did report on it, I failed to document the event.    Thursday, a week ago, June 21st, I had the opportunity to remedy that oversight, and here it is:

The Donut Shop -The selection -Pepperoni Roll and Maple Donut -Yum! -
I've a lot to show you about our visit to Glenville and Allegheny Echoes and I'll include it as I get it prepared over the next several days   -   but I must report on my award -I'm going to have to get hold of one of those McGuffey Readers, the source of the spelling bee words, if I want to win first place.