I found a direct descendant of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, living right here in New Hampshire.His verification of this fact, was illuminating to say the least.
He is "wildly excited about all the hoopla."
J
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The weird (wierd, wired) and wonderful things that happen in New Hampshire.
I found a direct descendant of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, living right here in New Hampshire.
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Janice,
Yikes! I have been discovered! Run away, run away!
Thank you for this, well, publicity. I am a bit nervous about what all this might mean for me.
You know, I have a post called "Only in New Hampshire" (sort of). Perhaps you read this story. And if you're really into "Cow Hampsha" memorabilia, I posted this photo a while back (I took it in Jaffrey, NH for a news feature).
Peace and mirth (and some sarcasm),
BG
Janice,
Please, don't take this the wrong way. I believe you mean "The Weird and Wonderful ...", not the wierd. Unless of course you mean that the weird things in NH are so weird they are just plain wierd. In that case, I think you have a wonderful point.
Peace!
BG
Oopsy, bad link. The first link I gave you should have been this head-scratcher. Sorry about that.
Have a great (rainy!!!!) day!
BG
Actually I am more into "Cow Hampshire" than you realize :D I have another blog, you can probably figure the name, that gets a good amount of traffic, but I try to keep it "historically correct." I've added your blog as a link there. 'Real historians' aren't supposed to have opinions heh, so this blog is really to express the odd and opinionated side. I found your post extremely amusing, it had me in tears actually. And maybe I should change the title description to "wired and wonderful."
J
Yes, yes! I thought that wierd could be wired! Good stuff.
I did find this place through your other website (don't ask me how, because I do not know myself, literally). I thought you might get a kick out of "Cow Lick," which was my first ever Associated Press photograph. My assignment was to get an autumn feature with Mount Monadnock in it. Well, the mountain is indeed there, in the background, and while it doesn't all say autumn, it surely says, "Ahh, tongue." Or is that Achtung?
'Tis true what you say about historians being devoid of opinion, or so it is expected of them. It strikes me that history is one of the few remaining disciplines where such proprieties are expected. I am glad that you can let your hair down here, so to speak.
Peace,
BG
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