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Name: Eddie
Gender: Male
Interests: My Savior.Classical Education, Baseball, Football, pyrotechnics, music, shooting, Church History, Philosophy, Literature, Theology, Medieval History, Ancient History, Greek History + Ancient Greek languages, Apologetics, Ancient Roman Culture, Civil War Re-enactments, working, public speaking, Combat Science, small arms and hunting, sailing, weight-lifting, trying to be a hero (even if it's usually a tragic type), quietly standing in the shade, watching the days quietly turn into night. Justice, holiness, truth, honor, chivalry, Robin Hood, Gaelic mythology, comparative govt., New Years' Resolutions, Medieval Warfare, Vikings.At some point, I would like to have an internship at the library of Congress.
Expertise: Getting Classically Educated (hopefully), Baseball, trying to make something out of what God gave to me, reading, shooting, teaching Sunday School, writing, drinking and experimenting with coffee, trying to overcome being a recluse. Working. I work a lot, watching the days keep turning into night. Oh, and I live at Starbucks.
Occupation: Pyrotechnician
Industry: Government- Ballistics dep.
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AIM:  irishwarrior9105
Member Since:
4/21/2005
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| I bought a Bonsai today at the Botanic Gardens.
It is a "buxus microphylla japonica," or a Kingsville Dwarf Boxwood.
It is about 2 inches high and the crown is about an 2 1/2 inches wide.
It is already about 4 years old.
It is currently housed in a very rustic, handmade, glazed, maroon pot.
It was surprisingly fitting to my budget.
I will post pictures upon my next update.
It was good to see the Anderson's today, and it will be better to see them for a while longer in a few weeks.
Must sleep...
Fairy tales are more than true- not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us dragons can be beaten.
-GK Chesterton
When allegory is at its best, it approaches myth, which must be grasped by the imagination, not with the intellect.
-CS Lewis
Untill then, Eddie Kristan
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| Some random thoughts.. inquire if you would.
1. I am in search of a Cluricaun; nattily dressed, temperamental, with an affinity for a tune, to guard his coffee-pot.
2. "The next thing they gave me, they called it a gun,
So under the trigger I settled me thumb.
The gun it belched fire, and vomited smoke
And gave me poor shoulder the Divil's own stroke.
Remember says he, that the Irish fight well,
But the Russian artillery is hotter than Hell!"
3. Aye! Give that child some Porter!
4. Astra non mentiuntur, sed astrologi bene mentiuntur de astris.
5. Mind the Vashta Nerada. "Every species has an irrational fear of the dark. But it's not. It is very rational." Dust in the sunlight, they say.
6. Coffee tastes like deadlines.
7. I wish I could captain a clipper-ship out of Gloucester MA, or a man-of-war out of Co. Cork.
8. I have terrible taste in voices, but terrific in passion and poetry (at least in my mind).
God Bless, I'll see you soon in Summer. | | |
| North Chicago, May 1st, 1919- Edward J. Kristan is born into the home of Joseph and Anna Kristan. Yesterday (5.1.09) marked the 90th year of his memory. When I was young, Uncle Ed had already suffered a severe stroke and was chair-bound in the living room of their home on Estes street, across the street from my grandparents. I remember him allowing Meg and I to eat the skin off the fried chicken and the butter off our oatmeal, while anyone else in the family would scold us for doing so. I remember the ritualistic event, whether arriving or leaving their residence, of shaking Uncle Ed’s hand. I always thought that Uncle Ed just liked handshakes, but it was really for our benefit that dad used this ritual to instill the respect that he deserved.
You see, the McCaughey sisters, Elizabeth and Margaret, had met and married the Kristan brothers, Edward and John. Both boys fought in the Second World War; John was a mechanic on a B-24 in Western Europe, and Edward was in the Navy on a liberty-ship. The Irish sisters both grew up on a local farm. Elizabeth was trained to be a nurse by the nuns at the local hospital. Margaret went and received her degree to become a schoolteacher. To this day, she is the smartest person I have ever met.
John found work at various companies, including Johnson Motors, while Edward worked as an automotive mechanic. According to my grandma, she met John at a community square dance in which she fell several times and he helped her up. According to family legend, John was the more grounded of the two, and Edward gave out several engagement rings before he settled down with the Elizabeth. Also relayed by family legend was the fact that John had paid for several of those rings.
My grandpa and grandma (John and Margaret) settled down on Estes street in Gurnee off of Old Grand Avenue. In that house they raised four children: John Douglas, Edward Robert, Joseph, and Loretta. Edward and Elizabeth settled directly across the street.
My dad particularly remembers Uncle Ed’s influence. He remembers spending a good amount of time working on cars or driving around Gurnee while his dad was working. My dad went on to become a mechanic because of Uncle Ed’s influence. My mom remembers the days when her and dad were dating, and Uncle Ed and Aunt Dee would host and entertain them. They always provided them with home-cooked meals, and if not, money for steak and lobster down by the lake. They used to drive around in old Nash Ramblers; the same cars Uncle Ed and Dad used to work on when he was young.
I was born on May 12, in ’91. The reason I am not technically a Jr. or a 3rd is because my parents named me after Uncle Ed, just as my dad had been. My cousin Benjamin Edward is also named after Uncle Ed. It is important for our family to remember Ed, as well as the other heroes of the Kristan name.
Lets hope that I, as Edward John, and Meg, as Margaret Elizabeth, can live up to the names that have been given us. If anything, we’ll never forget the rich lives that they have lived.
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| The troops of Corineus and Brutus travel through the forest of Calaterium eastward to the banks of the Humber. The trojans are traveling at 8 mph and the Humber is still a good 40 miles away. There is a 50 mph wind traveling eastward and Gogmagog spreads fire along the western end of the forest. The nearest exit is still 35 miles from their current location and they have no chance of exiting the forest before being overtaken by the fire. How can Brutus save his troops? | | |
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