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In relation to yesterday’s post about my Jamaican-born great grandfather, I wanted to show you his “Declaration of Intention” to become a citizen of the United States from 1915:

In general, it seems like pretty standard stuff.
Name: David Powell
Age: 38 years
Occupation: Fireman
Color: White
Complexion: Fair
Height: 5 feet 7 inches
Weight: 142 pounds
Color of hair: Brown
Color of eyes: Brown
Other visible distinctive marks: Scar on chin
Place of birth: Jamaica, British West Indies
Date of birth: September 11, 1876
Current residence: 342 29 St., Brooklyn, N.Y.
Emigrated from: Liverpool, England
Vessel name: Civic
Last foreign residence: Liverpool, England
Allegiance renounced: George V, King of Great Britain & Ireland
Port of arrival: New York
Date of arrival: On or about the ___ day of May, 1903
But the last part is interesting:
“I am not an anarchist; I am not a polygamist nor a believer in the practice of polygamy; and it is my intention in good faith to become a citizen of the United States of America and to permanently reside therein: So help me God.”
So, the two dealbreakers were anarchy and polygamy.
Those were the elements the US wanted most to keep out in 1915.
I guess they’d be disappointed to know that the hit reality show Sister Wives has been running strong since 2010.

You know the top secret security question we all get asked at some point:
What is your mother’s maiden name?

Well, I never seriously considered changing my last name when I got married. So my kids have it easy: my last name is the same as my “maiden” name. I’ve only ever had the one surname. [Actually, I just thought of this: maybe I should secretly choose a “fair maiden” name—like Guinevere or Seraphina—and tell only my kids so they can have an extra tight security question.]

But I digress…before I even start.
The point of this post is that my mother’s maiden name is Powell, which is neither Italian nor Irish—the two ethnicities I have explored the most. I’m half Italian (all of my father’s grandparents were born in Italy) and at least one eighth Irish. (I did a deep dive on that Irish great grandmother on my recent trip to Ireland.)
Well, the ethnicity of the man that my Irish great grandmother married and had six children with (including my grandfather) is more of a mystery. Thanks to my mother’s extensive research, we know his name was David Julian Alonzo Powell and that he was born in Jamaica in 1876. They married in Liverpool, England in 1903, shortly before emigrating to Brooklyn, NY.
He worked as a mechanic and a fireman and died of syphilis at age 43 in New York. His race was listed as “white” in census records and on his death certificate.
Now, David’s brother Henry, from the same two Jamaican-born parents, was classified as “mulatto” on the 1920 US census and worked as a minister in several black churches in the US south before returning to Jamaica.
One of the US churches he served was in Asheville, NC, where a newsletter noted that Rev. Powell was “a quiet cultured Christian gentleman, whose record in the city has been as clean as a hound’s tooth. He is every inch a priest in the Episcopal church. He has been a credit to the colored people in Asheville and they have in turn put a true evaluation upon him.”
Soooo, one brother (my great grandfather) lived as a white person in the US, and the other one (my great granduncle) lived as a mixed-race or black person in the US. Their father, William Henry Powell (my great great grandfather) lived his entire life in Montego Bay, Jamaica. His 1902 death certificate listed his occupation as “baker.” His race is not listed, but it seems almost certain that he and his wife Elizabeth were of mixed Afro-European descent. (Fully white Europeans were a very small percentage of the Jamaican population at that time and typically did not live and work in downtown Montego Bay, whereas Black Jamaicans and mixed-race Jamaicans frequently worked as bakers, carpenters, tailors, and other tradespeople.)
Of course, this begs one of the most challenging questions for those who seek out their roots: were any of my ancestors enslaved? And for mixed-race people, the even more more challenging corollary: were any of my ancestors enslavers? It seems likely, as slavery is how black people got to Jamaica in the first place.
I guess now I’ll have to do some reading on the Afro-Caribbean diaspora.

So, my mother’s maiden name leads to Jamaica 🇯🇲

What’s behind your mother’s “maiden” name?
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UPDATE: I’ve just learned from Elle’s blog that today (August 1) is a very important national holiday in Jamaica. It’s Emancipation Day, which celebrates the abolition of slavery in the British colonies in 1834.
Happy Emancipation Day, Jamaica. 🇯🇲
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I responded to this WordPress Daily Prompt almost two years ago by interviewing my husband about Jimmy Buffett, who had just died at age 76:
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
Here’s that post:
An American Reacts to the Death of Jimmy Buffett
Welp, yesterday we learned that Ozzy Osbourne passed away at the exact same age as Jimmy Buffett—76. So, I decided to ask my “Generation Jones” husband (age 63) the same questions about Ozzy that I had asked him about Jimmy Buffett two years ago.
Question: You heard the news that Ozzy Osbourne has died at age 76. How did it make you feel?
Answer: Surprised. I didn’t know he had Parkinson’s and I had heard about the farewell concert two weeks ago (which was billed as the last time Black Sabbath would ever play together).
Question: What were your overall feelings about Ozzy?
Answer: I really liked Black Sabbath, but only with Ozzy. Together they were great. (Didn’t really like Ozzy on his own or Black Sabbath without Ozzy.) Iconic sounds. Ozzy’s voice and Tony Iommi’s guitar…there was nothing else like it at the time (early 70s). First started listening to Black Sabbath in junior high school.
(Tells me the whole story about how Tony Iommi’s fingers were severed in an industrial accident, which forced him to play the guitar an octave lower and make that incredible sound.)
We then listened to a couple of his favorite early 70s Black Sabbath songs: “Sweet Leaf” “Into the Void” “NIB”
He says that their 1978 album “Never Say Die” was the last album of theirs that he liked.
Question: What made him a cultural icon?
Answer: The Black Sabbath/Ozzy sound. They were the first ones. The low guitar, the slow riffs, Ozzie’s Voice. Influenced everything that came after.
As an illustration of how truly different and awesome their sound was at the time, we looked at the Billboard Top 100 Hits of 1971. And I really got the point. I mean…I love Carole King, The Osmonds, The BeeGees, John Denver, etc…but you can see how Black Sabbath felt like the start of something entirely new and exciting to a lot of people—boys especially.
And then came the true revelation: my husband still listens to Black Sabbath all the time—even more than Led Zeppelin—especially in the gym.
It’s his jam.
I guess Black Sabbath makes a better soundtrack for powerlifting than say… Taylor Swift. I get it!
Question: Would you say that they were a uniquely British band?
Answer: No. They were just completely different than anything else out there.
Question: You’ve now read his obits, was anything a big surprise?
Answer: No. (Already knew the whole story of Sharon dragging Ozzy out of the gutter and resurrecting his career—way before “The Osbournes” TV show.)
Question: Did you ever know any other big fans?
Answer: We all listened to them in high school. (He has an older Boomer sister who introduced him to cooler music in the 70s. Meanwhile, I was listening to The Osmonds and the Bay City Rollers.)
Question: What do you think his legacy will be?
Answer: First answer: young people don’t listen to Ozzy anymore.
Upon research, we learned that certain subgenres of metal continue to cover Black Sabbath songs and even sound a lot like them.
RIP Ozzy.

I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to realize that women’s eyebrows fade away as they age.
I recently posted about feeling pretty darn good about how I looked all dressed up for the first time since turning 60. Not to rain on my own parade of self-confidence, but the one exception was my eyebrows. Where’d they go? I did use a colored gel product on them, but clearly it was not enough.
Soooo, having spent an embarrassing amount of time watching complicated eyebrow tutorials, I’ve decided this quick and easy one is the easiest to follow:
My beautiful 60+ friend Susan recommended the very cheap and readily available (at CVS) wet n wild ultimate brow retractable pencil, which I bought in Ash Brown (because ChatGPT said that was the best color for me) and I think it was a good call.
I’m not usually on here with make-up tips, but hey…if I have one, I’ll share it.😊












“Summah” is Boston for “summer.” The truth is I’ve never had much of a Boston accent and my husband has mostly lost his, but I do like to hear it when I’m away from home. There are different versions of it, based largely on socioeconomic class. In my opinion, the upper class “Kennedy” version is fading away. You rarely hear it. (Listen to JFK say “summer” at minute 6:00 of this speech.)
The middle class/blue collar version of the accent is way more common. Former Boston Mayor Mahty Walsh had a good one.
We’ve got four distinct seasons here in Massachusetts and there’s just no doubt about it…
Summah’s the best.
OK, I’m starting to sense a certain outlook change now that I’m 60.
I’m sure there are lots of people out there that start wonderful new adventures at age 60, but I think, for most of us, that feeling that the path is wide open is over. That “open road” feeling you had in your 20s, 30s & 40s—that life could still potentially take you anywhere—has passed.
If you haven’t already done it, you’re probably never going to:
—move to Paris
—became a famous musician
—join the Peace Corps
—become a doctor
—become so rich you never have to worry about money
—move to the other coast
—buy an RV and travel the country (actually, I think some people DO do that in their 60s)
—leave your spouse and run off with an old flame
—have children
—learn to cook
—get a graduate degree
—make the Olympic team
I’m not saying these things can’t happen in your sixties, but they usually don’t. Those big forks in the road are in the rearview mirror and your focus shifts to the twenty good years or so that you hopefully have left. Sadly, too many people are consumed by health and money worries in their 60s, but if you’re lucky enough to not have to worry about basic needs, you may want to return to fulfilling creative pursuits like painting or writing, or focusing on being fully present with family and friends, or traveling to your bucket list destinations.
The dreams are different now. And there are fewer of them.

I did not fully understand the MAGA/Epstein drama until last night.
From The New York Times (David French, 7/13/25):
The Epstein story mattered so much in MAGA circles because it was a key element in their indictment of America’s so-called ruling class. Trump’s appeal to the Republican base isn’t just rooted in his supporters’ extraordinary affection for the man; it’s also rooted in their almost indescribably dark view of the American government.
Why are they so keen to burn it all down? Well, if you believe your government is populated by people so depraved that they’d participate in and cover up the systematic sexual abuse of children, then you wouldn’t just want them out of office; you’d want them prosecuted, imprisoned and maybe even executed. And you’d want all the power you’d need to make that happen.
And if you believe that the ruling elites would abuse children, then they’d certainly be the kind of people who’d gin up a Russia hoax or try to steal an election in 2020. People who are that terrible are capable of anything. And if you wonder why MAGA turned on the F.B.I. and the Department of Justice, well, it’s not just about the Russia investigation or the F.B.I. search of Trump’s home in Mar-a-Lago. MAGA America also believed the F.B.I. was protecting pedophiles to preserve the status quo.
Soooo, the MAGAs are mad not because Epstein’s client list might expose Trump. They’re mad because the list is being withheld and will (they think) include big name Democrats so privileged and depraved that the MAGA worldview of a “corrupt liberal elite” will be confirmed. When Trump doesn’t pursue that narrative, it undermines his role as their chosen avenger.
Honestly, this is all so warped, I feel like it’s an alternate reality.

I got all the way dressed up for a very elegant Boston wedding and had a wonderful time.
My tan is real (from outdoor swimming) and my hair is its natural color. I’ve never done Botox or had any cosmetic surgery (not that I’m ruling it out). But, in the spirit of the many women sharing “This is 60” pics on social media, I decided to share a few here on my blog.
This is 60, with a fun “up do” by a local stylist who took me at the last minute when the humidity reached about 85%.





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Last night felt like peak summer in New England.
First we had this.
Then this.
Then this.


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