fewer will get mortgages this year

October 12, 2011

Really? Big news story in the Wall St journal today, fewer will get mortgages over the next year. Yes, this is something we know. Too many people got mortgages based on no finances. Those bad, irresponsible folks taking a nice house for their family offered to them by the mortgage lenders at the banks who were doing the offering, telling them they could afford it, that everything would be fine, selling them a house with a flexible rate. When the market fell, they lost their home. They should have known better. They should have worked hard, saved their pennies and offered a sizeable down payment at the time of purchase, with their solid credit rating, and not taken a deal unless it had a fixed rate and decent interest rate.

Well, news flash, most people live paycheck to paycheck, even at the higher middle class levels with 2 incomes in the family. Partly this is due to our credit culture where we all have to have our “things” to be happy. But let’s pass around the responsibility a bit.

Most Americans watch 4-7 hours of television per day, where commercials blast “things” at us every 10 minutes of programming. What are the constant messages blasted at us by the media circuit, on television, Internet, radio (if anyone still listens to that, perhaps in their car), on bill boards as we drive? — It’s all about “things” we need to be happy, to have a girlfriend/boyfriend. To go against this constant barrage of needed “things”, we have to go against the norms of society, which means we have to swim upstream. It gets tiring. Somewhere along the way, we cave in and just “go with the flow”. President Bush sends out a check to families, telling them to SPEND IT to help the economy! The economy was tanking, if they spent it, they paid an electic bill with it!

Those people getting loans based on nothing are now losing their homes. But the banks, the mortgage lenders? No sweat, they got bailed out. We all heard in the news how they took the bail out money and continued to pay their CEOs millions in BONUSES. So we all know who cares not a whit about the people losing their homes. We all know who suffers and who goes on as they have been since the end of the Great Depression.

So my actual focus of this blog is this: Where do we go from here? Where we are going is back to BEFORE WWII, when 30-year mortgages without needing a huge down payment were INVENTED, mostly for the GIs returning to get out of the shanty towns that were set up in quonset houses, barracks, and get them and their families into nice, individual homes. Of course, these home loans were denied to black GIs, but oh well. The public wasn’t ready for integration of suburbs.

Bankers and lenders have always done whatever they want, while the people working those jobs take the hand outs and imagine they are independently deciding these things.

People losing their homes, losing their jobs, are now unable to pay those home loans and credit cards at the high interest rates, and their CREDIT RATING is going DOWN THE TUBES. And it is not their fault. Companies offered these things to them and convinced them they could afford it, and their neighbors were getting them, so they also “needed” them. Now we know that was a sham. But the people of America, those hard working people now seeing the loss of those promised “things” are losing out. Their credit rating is going down and there is nothing they can do about it. They will not be able to get a home loan, they will be denied credit cards, and increasingly, employers are checking CREDIT RATINGS before they hire someone. It is a black hole, there is no escape. So the middle class is disappearing. Those at the higher ends can still afford their payments. Those in the middle are moving to the bottom, are losing their homes, now forced to rent a place, and see their wealth disappear. When they lose those jobs, they also lose their health care. So they will die sooner. But we know from watching the Republican debate on television, the Tea Partiers think that laughable. “Let him die! (erupted laughter)”.   We are fast returning to an era of haves and have nots. Was Marx more prophetic than we give him credit for? He did not foresee a middle class, minimum wage laws, easy credit. Are we returning to his predictions? Interesting thought. Time will tell. In the meantime, we all search for a way to survive present conditions. Students take to the streets to protest their thousands in student loans and lack of jobs and opportunity.

There is a certain amount of survival skills due to life experience that comes with 57 years of life. This too shall pass. What the next stage will be, no one knows. Change is certain. Each of us is responsible for what change occurs. Each of us has a brain. Study, learn and contribute. Always contribute. Prepare the best you can. For the immediate future, try to keep costs down, live simply, have any sort of “savings” if you are able. Find a way to survive. Build your skill levels, add things to your resume, promote yourself, network.

It is certain that some will survive, and some will not. Makes me want to gather my children and grandchildren close around me. Know who you can trust and depend upon each other. We are not in this world alone and none of us can survive alone. Human beings are social creatures. Trust and love.

October

October 3, 2011

Turned on our heat at home for the first time this morning. It was 66 in the house. Current temp outside at 9:38pm is 55 degrees! How did this happen? The football game Saturday got cold too, I wore 2 jackets, & they felt good. Trees are not orange or red yet at all though, down here. They will be soon now, & the colors won’t be as bright as they are up north. The dragonflies seem to be gone for the most part, we still see the herons on the pond. The campus pool just closed this week. Fall in the South.

Tons of stories in the news. Amanda Knox was FREED today, or that’s the decision. I am happy for her. The Italian police couldn’t have botched it much worse or treated her more unfairly.

 

700 protestors got arrested in NYC. I wonder at how you can arrest 700 protestors. Where did they put them? Did they have to stand in line to get processed, assessed a fee and then released? This is a goldmine for NYC! Maybe they want to keep it going awhile.

It seems to be a young movement, somewhat nieve and yet, it IS a movement. It’s about the most organized thing since the early 70s & it somehow feels really good to see some people blatantly calling it what it is, calling those with the riches in this country to fess up to what is really going on. They have the money, they’re still making big money and it’s on the backs of the rest of America. Do the protestors have a well-planned response, a system to put in place? Not really. No, but they’re still making a statement that somehow we all know is true but don’t want to believe. Those with the money & power in this country don’t want to give it up, & they really don’t care if the rest of us lose our homes, lose our jobs, and have to struggle with daily life. They’ve been playing this game for a long time & they’re not about to give it up. But their walls have become transparent. The Emperor has no clothes.

children

October 1, 2011

Tomorrow I will do one of my favorite things. Work with children. In another life, this is my true calling. I connect well with children, feel their hearts and spirit. They are purer spirits. They have their fears and imperfections that need developed, but don’t we all. We will write poetry, paint pictures and blow bubbles, while the adults in the other large room act serious, talk and discuss. We will play charades, acting out different animals and learning about the kingdoms of God, from mineral, to plant, to animal, human and Divine. We will make pictures of flower gardens behind a gate that will open for all to see. We will play games. The adults will consult and vote for someone to represent them at their next National Convention. They will feel gratitude and sympathy for those behind the other doors who are caring for their children during their morning and afternoon sessions. What they don’t know is, that is THE BEST of all places to be. With their children.

how to live on nothing

September 15, 2011

So, you think you are living reasonably frugal, and then your husband loses his job. You assume everything will be alright because he will at least receive unemployment. He worked for a university out of state. The university is in Missouri, he recruited for them online, remotely, from our home in SC. You wonder and worry about how you’ll live on a little more than 1/2 what he had been earning. And then the state of SC finds a loophole to NOT PAY HIM ANY unemployment: Any company with fewer than 4 employees working for it in the state of SC disqualifies that company from paying unemployment. Purpose of the law: Protect small businesses with fewer than 4 total employees. Your husband’s employer: a University with hundreds of employees, which, under new management, decided to end the jobs of all recruiters working “remotely”. Though the job is totally done ONLINE, and no personal in-person interviews are held, and students are located literally worldwide for this educational program,  some lunk-brain decides to end all remote employees.

Your husband appeals numerous times (to the limit) and even calls on a state legislator for assistance, who is unable to change the outcome. You do not deserve any unemployment benefits from the state of South Carolina.

So now you’re wondering how to exist on -0- of his former income. Your income, meanwhile is not enough to pay your bills. Or so you think. And so, you begin slashing.

And here is how you are able to get by:

$85.00 for groceries per week, zero money budgeted for eating out, and 3 tanks of gas every 2 weeks, which is really not enough. You live in a rural state 22 mi. from your place of employment and 15-20 miles from anything else. When you run out of gas money, you don’t go anywhere, being very careful to save enough to get to work.

No TV. You already live w/ reduced channels so now you just wait for it to be shut off.

Keep the Internet because we need it for applying and looking for another job for your hubby. The Internet actually offers some TV — CNN news and many other shows are available.

Air conditioning temp. is always on 76 or above.

School loans are put into one year of forebearance. You will worry about them in the future. They will always be a part of the rest of your natural born days anyway.

One loan payment is reduced in half due to “hardship” which takes about 3 weeks to get done.

Close bank account to avoid automatic payments you can no longer afford.

Bring your lunch to work or eat popcorn until you get home.

Go to the caf for free coffee.

Your son takes over the vehicle payment for the vehicle he is driving already.

Shut off one cell phone and use your office phone. NO INSTANT ACCESS!! Hardest part about it: You no longer have a “clock” to know what time to end class (until you get used to checking it on your laptop).

Pay credit cards what you can afford: Not what they ask you for.

Your husband has no health insurance. (Not a good thing.)

Cancel life insurance you carried on each grandchild.

Switch to Geico.

Avoid all stores because there is always something on sale you could use, but you don’t *need* at this moment.

Become good at really cheap, home cooked meals & be able to make them quickly. Make homemade blueberry pancakes or muffins for a real treat. Occasionally, buy yourself a luxurious candy bar.

All of this is painful and what you keep thinking about are those politicians and CEOs not creating jobs, making it difficult for those at the lower levels to enjoy life and to even survive, and how many millions are out there suffering even more than you are. The world is insane, barbaric, greedy, and topsy turvy.

Above all, Love God and count on His never-failing, absolute, all encompassing blessings in your life. You are Rich in so many ways others only dream of.

“Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise, then, unto that for which thou were created.”

“Close one eye and open the other. Close one to the world and all that is therein. Open the other to the hallowed Beauty of the Beloved.”

— Baha’u’llah

AGNEW coat of arms

September 1, 2011

Agnews back to Lochnaw!

September 1, 2011

  Lochnaw Castle is in Scotland, was visited by my dad and many years later, my daughter and son. It is now privately owned and delapidated. If I win the lottery, perhaps we can buy it. At any rate, the Agnews traditionally were sheriffs in Lochnaw. They somehow were associated with being caretakers of this Lochnaw Castle. When my father visited it in the mid-1960s, they treated him like royalty and a lost brother from America. Well it turns out, he probably was. I have been working on family history for years now, steadily for about 2 years. THERE IS MUCH TO CHECK OUT slowly over time here, but perhaps this is our FAMILY LINE! I am so excited about this and hope I can slowly find records to validate all of this. It puts us in ULSTER, IRELAND and prior to that, LOCHNAW:

Patrick Agnew is the earliest:  Patrick Agnew
Birth 1578 in Wigtownshire, Scotland 
Death 1661 in Galloway, Scotland 

Patrick is the father of ALEXANDER AGNEW, born in LOCHNAW:

Alexander Agnew
Birth 1609 in Lochnaw Castle, Wigtownshire, Scotland 
Death 27 Aug 1694 in Whitehills, Scotland 

Alexander fathered JAMES AGNEW (of course, one of many). This James was born in Ireland.
James Agnew
Birth 1645 in Balloo, Down, Ulster, Ireland 
Death 1681 in Bangor, Down, Ireland 
another James born in Ireland: 
James Emigrated with son, James Agnew
Birth 1671 in Ireland 
Death 1717 in Pennsylvania, United States 
“James Agnew (above) was born in 1671.1 He was the son of James Agnew and Helena Jamieson.1
In 1717 he is considered to have moved to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.1  ”    

James Agnew
Birth 31 Jul 1711 in Pennsylvania, United States 
Death 2 Oct 1770 in Gettysburg, Adams, Pennsylvania, United States 


(Either the birthplace is wrong for this James above— or his father left Ireland before 1717. I’m leaning toward that he was actually born in Ireland and left Ireland with his father in 1717, because the record says a JAMES AGNEW left IRELAND with a SON, JAMES in 1717)   

HERE IS ANOTHER RECORD WHICH LOOKS MORE ACCURATE:
James (Emigrated) Agnew
Birth 31 Jul 1711 in Ulster, Antrim, Ireland 
Death 2 Oct 1770 in Gettysburg, Adams, Pennsylvania, United States 
THIS IS AN AWESOME RECORD SAYING WE WERE SHERIFFS OF GALLOWAY AND OWNED LAND IN PA.:

1711 Born to James Agnew and Helena Jamieson of Locknaw, Wigtownshire, Scotland

Emigrated to Pennsylvania from Ireland.  Arrived in Gettysburg, Adams County, Pennsylvania after 1739.  James Agnew II in America brought a large plantation of more than 500 acreas at March Creek, then a district in Lancaster County, later called York County, Now Adams County.  It was on a Run called Lick Run which flows into Marsh Creek.

1753 served in the Military as Company Commander of the First Rank

1756 Captain of York County Associators for defense against the Indians.

10/2/1770 Died at Hamilton Ban, York, Pennsylvania.

Buried “under a large, flat stone, upon which were cut the “Arms” of the Agnews of Locknaw, Hereditary Sheriffs of Galloway.
HERE IS MORE, I AM BLOWN AWAY:  This is a close-up of the coat of arms of the Agnews of Lochnaw, Scotland, from whom James descended. The history of the family is recorded in “The Book of the Agnews: James Agnew of Pennsylvania” by Mary V. Agnew and is also found in one or more of the Burke’s peerage books of Great Britain. Before James’s family lived in Ireland, they were hereditary sheriffs of Galloway, Scotland, and James’s 8th-great-grandparents were Andrew Agnew of Lochnaw and Mary Kennedy, Mary being a granddaughter of King Robert III of Scotland, who in turn was the son of Robert II, who was a grandson of Robert I, famously known as Robert the Bruce.
This leads to his son: James Agnew
Birth 1 May 1742 in Marsh Creek, Adams, Pennsylvania, United States 
Death 10 Apr 1825 in Gettysburg, Adams, Pennsylvania, United States 


who with Mary Ramsey has a son named SAMUEL.Samuel Agnew
Birth 10 Aug 1778 in Millerstown, Adams, Pennsylvania, United States 
Death 25 Nov 1849 in Harrisburg, Dauphin, Pennsylvania, United States 

Samuel leads to another son named JAMES: James C Agnew

Birth in Adams, Pennsylvania, United States   1809
Death 1 Mar 1870 in Edina, Knox, Missouri, United States 


NOW, if this is our James, this James (above) lived with wife MARY in OHIO and in 1850 they had a son also named JAMES who is MY great-grandfather JAMES, b.1841 in Ohio, who ends up in New Albany, Indiana. There are other stories to explore and mysteries to solve. James C. may or may not be our James, father of my great-grandfather James. His wife, Mary, in 1850 is not old enough to be our James’ mother. So who was his mother? The elder James in 1850 says he was born in PA., and there is an elder Samuel living with them.
 
Now, there is a ton of information to check & look into in this entire LINE, which is what I’ll be working on when I have time. This is very exciting & I hope it all checks out. There are some records that are confused, so it will take time. 

Levin Thomas is born

August 27, 2011

My youngest son was born today, 26 years ago. His name is Levin Thomas. But he was not named until the 3rd day of life. Each of our children has a unique name all their own. The first one’s first name starts with a “J”. The second one, an “L”. The 3rd one, again a “J”. It makes sense that this child, our 4th, should have a first name to start with an “L”. However, I had the name JOEL in mind. Joel Thomas. His father had the name Levin.

Levin, or Lev, is the friend of Anna Karinina who tells her story in the book by Leo Tolstoy. Levin is also Leo himself, put into the book. Levin means “Leo-like”. So he is named after Leo Tolstoy, and also my husband’s favorite literary character in any novel.

The middle name Thomas was my father’s middle name (John Thomas). It was also the name of a childhood friend of my husband’s, who died in a tragic accident. Thomas as a young boy was killed by a tractor tire his father had been working on, that suddenly flipped out and up, coming down on Thomas at about age 10. He was a good friend of my husband’s.

So Levin was born at home. When we say that in our hometown, people assume we mean “Home Hospital” one of the 2 main hospitals there at the time of his birth. That is not what we mean. We had a “home birth” with a midwife and a few friends and family around us. For Levin’s birth there was Molly Witt, who actually wrote a poem about the experience called “Peaceful Thomas”; Shirley Morris, a good friend who herself died in a car accident years later. These two milled about, cooking for everyone, helping with our other children, then ages 8, 5 & 3, and being very calm and peaceful themselves, that day. Their presence was much appreciated. My sister Sue got there. She was at our first home birth for our oldest son, Jamal. She came to this one, I remember, to stay a few days afterward. The midwife’s name was Sharon and she had one assistant.

I won’t put down all the details now but the labor took about 26 hours total. The first part was mild and I couldn’t imagine we would be holding our new baby within a day. It is always hard to imagine, the baby will really be here within a few hours. I was 32. It was our lowest time ever, financially, during those years soon after Levin’s birth. Downsizing of managerial jobs hit us hard. I was a stay-at-home mom & had been home with my kids for 10 years. I stayed home one more year with Levin, then went back to work.

Where is he now, you ask? He is a newspaper reporter in an oil boom town in northern North Dakota, making use of his telecommunications and journalism degree from Ball State University. Still single, he has lived in Indiana, New Orleans, South Carolina and now North Dakota. He has a very strong personality, like his father. The word “headstrong” has multiple meanings. Being strong in the head may also mean being smart, with a natural propensity to analyze every situation. That’s our son alright.

what is in my office

August 20, 2011

If I wondered just exactly what all was in my office, now I know. It was recently painted. This miracle occurred suddenly, causing me great happiness. They even did the floor. However, all had to be moved out, and then moved back in. It is now sitting all around me, not yet quite in order.

What is really sitting here is 10 years of painstaking graduate, and in some cases undergraduate, study. Every book I used in a graduate class is now sitting in this room. Each one means something to me. I remember the class, I remember the papers I wrote, I remember the pain it took to get through the class. More important, I remember things I learned, things that turned my head around, things I read that change my outlook on life. It does happen. It happened to me any number of times.

Sitting on the shelf next to me is the “Norton Anthology of Literature by Women”. The pages are so thin, they feel like tissue paper and there are 2450 of them! Enclosed in this book, only about 3 inches thick because of the tissue-like paper pages, is Jane Austen, Emily and Charlotte Bronte, Mary Wollstonecraft, George Elliot, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sojourner Truth, Emily Dickinson, Christina Rosetti, the complete Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own, the complete Kate Chopin’s Awakening, Zora Neale Hurston, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Adrienne Rich, Sylvia Plath, Alice Walker, Gwendolyn Brooks. Women whose words amazed and inspired me, and truly affected my outlook on life. This is from the very first class I took when I returned to school. That was about 15 years ago. I was 43. I returned to school in Women’s Studies, which was a very good move, if I must say so myself. I didn’t know how to word process a paper. The world of computers was knew to me. It is hard to imagine how much things have changed, since then. It is hard to imagine that I now assign and grade 10-12 page papers in upper level social theory classes. I have 4 of my own publications. Can this really be real?

Other things in my office are graduation commencement booklets, my own, my children’s, and now, 3 years’ worth of students. I miss them already, sad that some of their familiar faces will not be with me in classes this Fall.

There are a few personal things in here. Shells from a trip to the beach, where I walked with grandsons, looking for them and marveling at the waves on our feet. I miss them now, wish I could be there again. There is a little snow man hanging from a book shelf, saying, “Let it snow.” That is for the Indiana home I left behind. A butterfly with a tag that reads, “Celebrate each day,” which came from my mother. A reading-of-the-day pad, made with 3 X 5 cards, hole-punched and held together with binder rings. This came from my Dutch grandma, includes her strong Christian faith outlook, and reminds me of my past. There are two sets of book ends from Mexico– one of a man with sombrero hiding his face and taking a nap, the other set of horses. These were my father’s. Some of his books are here as well. People probably wonder why my shelves contain books on “thermodynamics” and “Who’s Who in Engineering of 1964”. My father.

And so a new Fall begins, in my freshly painted office, pieces of my identity all around me. It is a good space.

poem

August 18, 2011

Cuddle Up

Cuddle up on the couch,

Wrap yourself around the last week of vacation,

Bury your head in the sand,

Or possibly, the pillow.

 

These are the last days of solitude,

Of empty hours

Where you don’t have to be anywhere,

For anybody,

 

No student is asking what will be on the next test,

explaining their absence in your last class,

or asking if they missed

anything important,

 

You are only here, with Horatio,

Waiting for the next fake line,

For him to put on his sunglasses,

And solve the murder case,

Because that is what he does.

 

Your syllabi, still unfinished,

Lie upon your laptop,

Awaiting assignments

and “student learning outcomes”

No one cares to read,

 

Soak it up,

These final hours of summer,

Watch the sunrise upon the window,

Take a walk around the pond,

Go fishing for a poem.

 

CF Black               8-17-2011

Owen Owens frees his slaves in 1830s

August 14, 2011

ancestor of my grandma Mary Agnew, through her mother, Cora Belle Owens:
 
Owen Owens established a homestead farm in Indiana, after giving his slaves their freedom in Kentucky, and moving to Indiana sometime during the 1830s, & PRIOR TO the end of the Civil War. In the 1860 census, they were living on the Indiana farm valued at $3000., which was a good bit of money in 1860.
 
Solomon Jordan Owens, son of Owen, was born on this Indiana farm in 1837. It was in Lawrence County, near Bedford.

Solomon married Margaret Malinda Lemond on 20 Oct. 1859. They had 9 children. The 4th child was Cora Belle Owens, who married Charles Reid on 27 Feb. 1889 in Bedford, Lawrence County, Indiana.

Charles and Cora Belle were parents of Mary, my grandma Mary Reid Agnew. Mary was the 3rd child of 4 children: Margaret b.28 Oct. 1892, Noyes Earl b.25 Aug. 1895, Mary Frances b. 10 Dec. 1899, and then Walter who only lived 8 mos., b. 07 Nov. 1903 and d. 30 July 1904.