The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Not A Coat Of Arms
It can't be a coat of arms, 'cos only the Royal College of Heralds can draw 'em up and U. S. citizens -- if found worthy and you do have to be just a teeeeny bit special to rate the honor -- can only ever receive an honorary grant, anyway. Plus, the War of the Roses-GI Bill grant of arms my maybe-ancestor got had an expiration date; that naturally-colored rose on a silver background ran out long ago. --But while I'm playin': Greatly tempted to adopt the motto A Subterranibus Venio, dog Latin for "I came from the basement." Where all the kewl toys are!
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."