Having completed comments regarding each "huddle group" discussed among the recent posts, an updated figure might be in order. The following table continues the diagram that shows the key topics discussed so far about the constitutional constructs. The first table is shown July 26, 2025 in the post, of course titled, "Compare Or Contrast". So here goes.
Good to know, I think. Or is it, I think therefore I know? Maybe, I know I am or, because I think I am. Say what ... a priori ... or ... a posteriori! What do you think? Flip a coin? Way too much thinking going on here in these parts. What about dreaming I am?
Year after year, growing up in my part of the world during the late 1950s and, early 1960s, you drank iced tea. Starting just before the Kentucky Derby (1st weekend in May) you iced your way past Thanksgiving when that glass of tea was the most special of the year at Mother's and Dad's. This was the annual family gathering. Mom's "ice tea" was the best! Just how she did this was somewhat of a mystery and, it occurred to me one day to ask.
Together, we had her special 1950's saucepan, colored yellow, black handled and, well worn by the many years of tea making. (It was always used in making her tea.) In went the water to that just right, stained level inside the pan, to about 1 inch down from the inside small black circle ringing the top. Next, out came the tea box full of tea bags. You remember, those kinds of tea bags that could be pulled out of the box, one by one, by a paper tag at the top, attached to a thin string, then to a white, almost gauze looking nest of tea. Mother would take one tea bag out at a time, the tea to the water and, she would then hang the paper tag over the edge of the saucepan to the outside. On and on it would go, forming a paper circle of tea bag's tags at the top. You can imagine what this would have looked like with a circle of white tags draped over the top and, a circle of tea bags draped on the inside.
So far, so good ... simple enough was my thinking. How many tea bags do you use came my question. Enough ... came her answer. What! You have got to know how many tea bags it takes to make your special tea? Come on now ... how many bags? Enough.
Experiences in life will often teach us many lesions if we care to hear ... sometimes, enough is enough.
The youngest among the three grandsons is Ian. Not that he had anything to do with this but, just could not leave Ian out of the "I Am" mind-set. This is because us youngest need to stick together. Being "the baby" of my generation's family tree branches [ see posts titled: "Being The Baby" of November 23, 2010, the post of October 14, 2010, titled "25 Vine Street" and, the post titled "A Blue Baby" written March 15, 2011] my thoughts would be to give Ian a "heads-up" (words of wisdom). What is the nature of the nature (i.e. key) to being the baby of the family tree branches of your generation? Well, here goes, pay attention Ian:
'wait a minute'.
Waters of the rivers,
Waters of the seas,
Waters of the oceans,
All shed no salt on me.
But ...
Out of all the oceans and,
Out of all the seas,
It's silicon dioxide that sheds some light,
on me.
The Jones Genealogist
Another event ... a once in a lifetime event ... happening now ... in my own family tree ... is that Will, my second oldest grandson, is starting his senior year of high school! Say what? At the top of his American educational ladder of climbing it is. What a deal!
After his "splish splash" days of post September 6, 2016, my mental think tank just had to ask Will his thoughts about finally arriving at the top? Well, Will, here goes. What do you think about now looking down from the top? Please use the comment section of this post if you will ... Will. Love ya, grandpa.
