Family History, I Am Doing It

I kind of liked that song better when it was "genealogy, I am doing it"...

The other day my mom sent me a link to an article about my great-uncle Kermit. He was my maternal grandmother's little brother, and died tragically after his pressure suit malfunctioned while he was on a training mission at Edwards Air Force Base. The article talks about how he had spent years focusing on his desire to be a pilot, and possibly astronaut. While I was reading the article S-Boogie came in and asked me what I was doing. I showed her the picture of him (it's in the PDF version of the article if you're interested) and talked about he was her ancestor and wanted to be astronaut just like she does. Of course she asked what happened to him, and I told her about the plane crash and that becoming an astronaut can sometimes be dangerous. She thought about it for a moment and then asked "what do you call those people who study the planets with telescopes on the ground?" I responded, "astronomers." She looked at me and said "I think maybe I'll just be an astronomer."

Comments

Braden said…
Hah, that's awesome.
4/02/2009 10:05 PM
Tina said…
Wow. Good choice, S-boogie.
4/02/2009 10:22 PM
Science Teacher Mommy said…
Ooo. . . I wanted to be an astronaut too. I live for danger. I totally think you should name your next baby "Kermit."
4/03/2009 12:07 PM
Melyngoch said…
I begged and begged for a telescope for my birthday for years and never got one. Also for a chemistry set. Also for an electric train. I did get the microscope, though, mostly because Fisher Price made a kid's version, which was actually beyond cool, because you could take it off the stand and look at the carpet through it, or your sister's face, without having to get your sister to put her face on a slide.

My point is, you should give her a telescope for her birthday.
4/09/2009 12:06 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Truth Comes Out

I have a problem when it comes to buying shoes. Well, it's actually a problem with buying clothing in general. I'm cheap. Very cheap. I tend to have arbitrary price limits in my head and refuse to buy anything that costs more than that. This does come in handy considering our limited funds for things like clothing and shoes, but it also means that I tend to have a wardrobe of odd, non-matching, ill-fitting clothes. While it's true that I have found some great things at thrift stores and on clearance, I definitely have other clothes that are just plain lame. I will often choose to buy things because they are cheap, even sacrificing what I really want because it doesn't fit my predetermined price conventions. I am convincing myself to buy this jacket because it is comfortable, stylish, fits a wardrobe need (I don't have a blazer or jacket), and matches a skirt I already have. Oh and it comes in petite, so I can get a large that won't squeeze my tummy and not hav
Read more

Living with ideals

The first thing on my agenda in Davis was a lunch with some of the current graduate students. One of them asked me a question about my last name and my heritage, to which I replied that it was my husband's last name. That got me some fairly strange looks. Then there was the fact that I didn't order coffee after lunch with all of them. And then there was the awkwardness (more than once during the last few days) of trying to explain why I lived in Spain for over a year and didn't see any movies, go to any plays, or study at the university. Oh, and the fact that I don't drink wine and even though I'm not quite thirty I have been married for almost seven years and have two kids. Man, I am such a weirdo. I lived in Utah for so long that I became very comfortable in not having people think some of the things I do are strange. It was challenging this week to be back in an area where people questioned my choices and I had to explain "I'm a Mormon" (yeah, I kno
Read more