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The Miseries of a Poor Widow Woman Gave Me LIFE

At one time I wrote how the War of 1812 is responsible in part for why I am alive. But I later realized, there was a more pressing story left untold.

It has to do with the tragic sufferings of a poor widow lady. Because she was forced to undergo these, I am alive and move and breathe.

Care to know how? Wonder how suffering can produce anything useful? And, yes, I'd like to think I'm useful...

Misfortune Gave Me Life

You just knew it had to be another one of my QuirkyScience productions, didn't you? Far be it from me to disappoint you.


Image Credit » https://pixabay.com/en/golf-course-glen-of-the-downs-1103359/ by Coilin

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MegL wrote on February 24, 2016, 12:43 PM

So you have Irish Ancestry. I think half the population of the US probably has some Irish blood in them.

lookatdesktop wrote on February 24, 2016, 1:46 PM

I have Irish temper. Of my 9 nationalities Irish is one. That must be the reason for my enjoying Guinness. The information about Full text of "Story of the family of Wandesforde of Kirklington ... is quite extensive. I downloaded this. I will read it in detail as soon as I have time to do so.

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