The Chair: Volume III: Seven, Eight, & Nine

By Robert McKenzie

A grand epic saga by Robert McKenzie, The Chair series spans centuries, touching the lives of 22 generations of related mothers and daughters, their stories witnessed by a simple pine chair. Resolute, strong, loving, and fiercely protective, these women must strive to pass their values to new generations in a world of racism and sexism, politics, scandal, fashion—even the rise and dominance of baseball. They live in privilege and poverty, with faith and despair, relishing every moment of love even as they suffer abiding grief.

In Volume III: Seven, Eight, & Nine, the chair flashes back to pre-Civil War America, featuring a woman from the second Mayflower, her daughter the black-market Irish lace importer, and a Canadian World War I fighter pilot. A blend of history and philosophy told through satire and parody, the story of The Chair could be found in some old trunk in any dusty old attic, but McKenzie breathes it alive with riveting tales that span the real and the imagined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fresh Ink Group
• Release date: Jun 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9781958922064

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Chapter 26

The First Lorileigh

Through conrail of stages

Blitzed romp roil of chore

I have brought trove cherished

Dauntless times behind this door

I am of torn shattered beams shards masts planks from Mayflower of Anglia my emerald origin piney woods of North Carolina mountains destiny with seeds Stonehenge trees round near druid dark dusk dawn daring dance parade lands rocks parade grandfather clock back forth tick tock tick tock tick tock to see Sun Moon Neptune Saturn Jupiter Heaven Orion guiding way straying from Hell centuries long ago before golden Roma green Normandie dark Allegmagne bright España invaders all remain stem to stern port cross starboard later returned scattered as scrap for sale once but left idle strewn piled stacked high with wild weeds darling dandelions grimy moss blue grass golden sunflowers violet gorse rich heather innocent white narcissus garnered growing guarding circling charming centurions through my soul saved for while until found near stream sparkling water flowing forest outside Londra so they tell Quercus robur English oak splendid flower of beauty beech hearty fagaccae Europa west of Caucasus widely grown in mild kind distant places escaped to wild China sent to America for cellars attics closets garages reminders all of caves mostly forgotten until now points unknown near far here there everywhere anywhere nowhere now stowaway to Mars my hope with father Jupiter mother Juno with no brothers or sisters I shall find my way home. Earth Water Air Fire are me you too all four unchanging in nature everything that was ever made elements kept together by attraction torn apart by repulsion then now forever always appearing to change slowly quickly Earth brown solid essential physical sensual life Water white flowing ever changing emotion understanding Air blue breathe skies signal mind intelligence inspiration Fire red as Sun its flame lively passion innovative deadly zeal destructive.

Stonehenge, home of the Druids

Soon I arrive. I see it. Not just now or then, but later. But it is only for now.

The Mayflower was an English ship that transported a group of English families, known today as the Pilgrims, from England to the New World in 1620. After an arduous, harrowing, somewhat annoying, and grueling ten weeks at sea, Mayflower, with one hundred two passengers and a crew of thirty, reached America, dropping anchor near the tip of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, on or about the dates of November 11 and November 20, 1620, with no firm date having been officially chronicled with feather and ink in the ship’s log, legend and lore having it that Captain Christopher Jones, without whom the Pilgrims would not have made it across the Atlantic in the fierce storms that ebbed and flowed the entire desperate journey, knowing his ship was beyond the point of no return once set sail, was found by the ship’s steward passed out wearing only his boots on the floor of his quarters drunk on the whiskey (whisky) he had packed aboard in the wooden elm desk in his quarters as the Mayflower arrived in the new marvelous magnificent mysterious waiting wide wondrous new land, laying by his side an empty bottle of Mackenzie Scotch™.

The Dalmore ® 🍺 whisky distillery is located in Alness, Scotland, twenty (20) miles north of Inverness, on the banks of the Cromarty Firth, built there to Dèan còigeamh cuid, Make Fifths, overlooking the Black Isle, the big meadowland, fearann mòr meadhain, from which it takes its name, also well known for its reeds, lillies, and willows, and deer, elk, moose, and rabbit meat sandwiches cut into diagonal Fourths, a tradition that goes back to the Roman siege of Scotland, each triangled quarter representative of Òigridh, Luas, Neart, & Misneach, Youth, Speed, Strength, & Courage, an inspirational motto for a fighting tradition that goes back to the Roman failed siege of Scotland. The Dalmore distillery is owned and operated by Whyte & Mackay ® (W&M™), which today is a subsidiary of the Philippines based Emperador, Inc ®, one of the Knackblink ® family of global products and service companies.

The legend of The Dalmore dates back to 1263, when Colin of Kintail, Chief of the clan Mackenzie, saved King Alexander III of Scotland from a charging stag. As a reward, the grateful King, granted Colin of Kintail the lands of Eilean Donan, the motto ‘Luceo Non Uro’, which translates to I Shine, Not Burn and the right to use the 12-pointed Royal Stag as the Mackenzie clan crest.

The distillery was established in 1839 by entrepreneur Alexander Matheson, who after twenty eight (28) years decided it was time to pass the distillery onto new owners. Andrew and Charles Mackenzie came forward, and as members of the clan Mackenzie they brought with them the iconic 12-pointed Royal Stag emblem, the caberfeidh which has adorned every bottle of The Dalmore. Operations ran fairly smoothly at the distillery until 1917, when the British Royal Navy began to use the firth next to the distillery as a site for the production of deep sea mines. In 1920 much of the distillery was destroyed by an explosion and the fire that came as a result of a mine detonation incident. The subsequent legal battle between Andrew Mackenzie and the Royal Navy lasted over half a decade, even reaching the House of Lords. An out of court settlement said to be in the tens of millions of pounds, solidified again the Dalmore distillery, and along with it, Mackenzie whiskey. The distillery remained family owned until 1960 when one of Dalmore’s main customers, Whyte & Mackay, took control. A significant contributor to W&M’s blends, and I have a lesson that I must impart to you, for many years Dalmore’s presence in the world of single malt was restricted to a 12-year-old expression, but I must insist it’s true. In recent times, the range has expanded dramatically, with a core range of 12, 15, 18 and 25-years-old, plus no-age-statement specialties like King Alexander III, Cigar Malt, and an ever growing selection of luxury expressions such as the 21-strong Constellation range, and 1951 Sirius, prices at the top end regularly exceeding five figures.

Captain Jones is believed to have been born in the seaside town of Harwich in 1570, and was the son of Christopher Jones, Sr. who was also a mariner and ship owner. Jones the Younger lived in Harwich and was married twice in the Essex port where the Mayflower was built. Captain Jones often referred to his first wife Marilyn as Brand X while later hooting and hollering at the first bar, a pub, in Plymouth, Massachusetts, the Ye Olde Ale House™, established 1621, opening its doors on Christmas Day. His second wife, Iris, whom* he left back in England, was known for growing narcissus any and everywhere she could.

*whom

Which is correct, who/whom do you want to see, he, she, they, or me?

Whom is grammatically correct. When you have these who/whom questions, there is easy trick to figure out which word to use.

Answer this question:

Question: Whom do you want to see?

Answer: I want to see him/her/them/you.

If pronouns that answer questions are him/her/them you use whom.

If pronouns that answer question are he/she/they you use who.

I hope this was helpful!

Whether or not author picks up on this as he portrays his writer seeking love respect admiration of those around him as result of so many characterizations love for life enjoyable by self inflicted banter blather bon vivant big beaty bouncy lightning martini making sloshing laughter thunder glory faith hope love now seven eight nine pursuit of madness I cannot say so you must decide, but only if you have to do so I tell you this for I was there as I was then, now, forever, my incarnation, for all has always been which you will now come to know.

Differing from their contemporaries, the Puritans, who sought to reform and purify the Church of England, the Pilgrims chose to separate themselves from the Church of England because they believed that it was beyond redemption, and doomed to Hell, due to its Roman Catholic past and the church’s resistance to reform, reflection, rumination, rhapsody, and reticense, the latter of which forced them to pray in private with no reservation made for the resurrection. Starting in 1608, a group of English families left England for the Netherlands, The Dutch a.k.a Holland, it remains very delicate, and moreso especially during World War II when the Germans confiscated the bicycles of the Dutch people, and took away Anne Frank and murdered her and her family, and before that the construction of the Zuider Zee (old school spelling Zuyder Zee) a shallow bay of the North Sea (Noord Zee) in the northwest of the Netherlands, The Zee extending sixty miles inland and thirty miles wide, a marshy mushy mucky murky mired muddy mess with a depth of thirteen to sixteen feet and a coastline of around two hundred miles, covering one thousand nine hundred miles. Its name is Dutch for Southern Sea (Zuidelijke Zee), indicating that the name originates in Friesland, to the north of the Zuider Zee feeding into the North Sea. In the mid early not too early not too mid 20th century (1927-1932) the majority of the Zuider Zee was closed off from the North Sea by the construction of the Afsluitdijk, leaving the mouth of the inlet to become part of the Wadden Sea. The salt water inlet changed into a fresh water lake now called Ijsselmeer Lake after the river that drains into it, and by means of drainage and polders, low lying lands reclaimed from the sea or a river and protected by dikes, an area of some five hundred eighty square miles was reclaimed as land. This land eventually became the province of Flevoland, a populous area teeming with enthusiastic working folk, of whom there are many millers, shillers, grinders, grillers, kite flyers, poets, yacht designers, and horsemen, both breeders and riders, who enjoy vacationing in South Africa, Polynesia*, Viet Nam, and Florida, now with a population of nearly one half million, where they could worship freely, chase windmills, eat horse meat in lieu of beef when the latter not available at times, and party all night long. All night long. All night. All night long. All night. All night long. All night. By 1620, the community determined to cross the Atlantic for America, which they considered a new Promised Land where they would establish Plymouth Colony, a loosely organized group of people, outliers, seamstresses, melon growers, spoon benders, mind menders, grave diggers, and archeologists whose number one priority was to not starve and freeze to death.

Native American stone cold relics and oyster maidens found along the shore of the Hudson indicates that Nyack was a favorite pre-Colonial fishing spot. The first Europeans settled in there in 1675, calling the general area Tappan.

Horman Geezenszen is thought to be the first white settler. He came to America as a baby and grew up in Bayonne, New Jersey. In the state archives in Albany there is a 1687 letter on file petitioning Governor Dongan to buy a strip of land in the west hills of Tappan, today Nyack, in which he had lived on for twelve (12) years. His petition was granted and he bought the land from the Native Americans. He called his farm New Orania (Oranje in Dutch). This section of Nyack became known as Orangetown in 1683. The Tappan Register of 1707 claimed it was pronounced NAY-ack, but in fact, nearly all the townspeople called it Nigh-YACK, or at least I do. Nyack became part of Rockland County in 1798, simply now a village within the town of Orangetown.

Edward Hopper (July 22,1882 – May 15, 1967) was born in Nyack, a yacht building center on the Hudson River north of New York City. He was one of two children of a comfortably fairly kind of well-to-do family. His parents, of mostly Dutch ancestry, were Elizabeth Beth (née Griffiths) Smith and Garret Henry Hopper, a dry-goods merchant. Although not as successful as his forebears, Garret provided well for his two children with considerable help from his wife’s inheritance. He retired at age forty nine. Edward and his only sister Marion attended both private and public schools. They were raised in a strict Baptist home. His father had a mild nature, though was stricken occasionally by fits of lunacy, hysteria, and melancholy unexpectedly, unfashionably, and unknowingly at random incidental, indiscriminate, and irregular, times, such as, but not limited to, giving a dog, any dog, that begs for something sweet to eat something to eat though it was not always sweet, without getting his hand bit, and taking a pebble and casting it to the sea then watching the ripples that unfold into me, and rubbing any ancient urn he could get his hands on to feel its historic enameled smooth, polished finish, with now lost folk of all kinds painted on them while wondering what it must have been like to go to war to fight over such treasures, but always after hearing the first red robin of Spring chirping gloriously, the first yellow leaf of Autumn dropping from the elm tree planted in the front yard, the first snow of Winter falling while carrying sadness on his shoulders like a wornout overcoat in pockets creased and tattered hanging the rags of his hopes, and as the ice cream man in his horse drawn wagon came by for the last time suddenly last Summer, a man for all seasons with no reasons, and the household was dominated by women, including Hopper’s mother Beth, of whom little is known, except for the fact she encouraged Edward to finger paint, cut up shapes from construction paper creating strange things, make macoroni mosaics, and mold a clay she had formulated, Beth’s Clay™, an early forerunner of what later became Play-Doh™, a modeling compound for young children, and to be honest, adults of all ages, I know, because I have some, always have and I likely always will, to make arts and crafts projects at home and at school, for which she was granted a patent, (US 1,996,283 C4) later selling half of the rights, assigns, and privileges thereof to Cutol Products Company, Inc. ®, a privately held manufacturer of new, one-off, speculative, developmental, take a flying leap, and invest products founded in 1890 and headquartered in Newark, New Jersey, with a storage warehouse and distribution center next to a spur track of the Delaware, Pennsylvania, & New Jersey Railroad in Hoboken, the company later down through the years evolving through numerous financial transactions and mergers and acquisitions, Hasbro ®, grandmother Essis Mae who favored jogging nude in the park before dinner, wearing sensible shoes, though was mostly seen barefoot in and around the house, and made Irish potato soup and stews of all recipes, and sister Wynona, who was found dead in an abandoned ice box left in the street four blocks away from her house a week after her fourth (4th) birthday having sneaked out of her second floor bedroom window down down down the dark ladder for a walk before dawn in October all by herself, and maid Hazel, who was a better cook, foul mouthed contrarian, and polite conversationalist, but only when guests visited, than she was at scrubbing and cleaning, although she was considered by the Hoppers as quite the laundress and always keeping a ship shape pantry well stocked and in good order, with jarred fruits on the top shelves, and canned vegetables on the bottom, plates piled neatly, the hanging pots and pans aligned with military precision, everything spick and span, Edward’s birthplace and boyhood home later listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000, on the first Tuesday of January because New Year’s holiday fell on a Saturday that year, and nearly everything was closed on Monday continuing the celebration of the advent of another year, this time the millenium, though many time and calendar people know better—a century must start with the number 01, and not 00, because 00 represents 100, or 100 years of a century and 01 represents 1, or the 1st year of a new century, go see for yourself, before an assembled, adoring, and affectionate throng of enthusiastic enthralled ecstatic Hopper lovers, lackeys, and loyalists, as a twelve inch thick blue ribbon tied to the two pillars guarding the house at the top of the steps, five in all, was cut by a pair of four foot long scissors the building christened with Dom Perignon™ (1990) champagne by a dark skinned man with a black moustache preening, pruning, and prancing around in top hat and tails, Mayor Michael Mohammed Ahmad, who stood before a microphone that screeched as he grabbed it, waved at the sound man to the right of him on the porch, started to speak, coughed, coughed again, then began the dedication by swaying, swooning, and singing

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips

And there’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips

You’re trying hard not to show it

But baby, baby I know it

You lost that lovin’ feelin’

Whoa, that lovin’ feelin’

You lost that lovin’ feelin’

Now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa oh….

the crowd laughing, whistling, hooting, and booing him, promptly breaking that song off and saying You know what really gets me though? I mean, here I am, I gotta live in this stinkin’ town and I gotta read in the newspapers about some hot shot kid, new star of the college team. Every year it’s gonna be a new one. And every year it’s never gonna be me. I’m just gonna be Mike. Thirty year old Mike. Forty year old Mike. Old mean old man Mike. To make a long story short, after quoting Thomas Jefferson, the Qur’an, Euripedes, and Sally Muriel Gloss, and mentioning how fortunate we are to live in such a country as this, in a time of not our choosing, he ended his opening speech with Thank y’all for coming, be sure to recycle, and don’t drink and ride. The home is now operated as the Edward Hopper House Art & Culture Convention, Calliope & Convocation Center. It serves as a nonprofit community center featuring exhibitions of daring, strength, resilience, and intelligence, replete with workshops, such as turner and joiner woodworking classes, lectures by various retired professors seeking one last grab at glory with their tales of a trip to Egypt when their camel died near the pyramids, a moribund tale of 13th Century Turkish literature and its impact on Christian and Moslem relations over the centuries, and claims to having found Beethoven’s missing unpublished 10th Symphony in B flat major, based on a major scale B-Dur ist eine auf B♭ basierende Dur-Tonleiter mit den Tonhöhen B♭, C, D, Es, F, G und A. Ihre Tonart hat zwei B-Ton. Sein relatives Moll ist g-Moll und sein paralleles Moll ist b-moll, in Leipzig, Germany that was found sitting on a timeless pine chair from North Carolina in a dark drab dreary closet, constant senior citizen events, for ages 50+, including bingo, shuffleboard, and various card games, including Crazy Eights, Uno, and Mille Bornes, operatic and stage play performances, mostly Roman, but some Greek, tragedies, and special events such as spelling bees, taffy pulls, phone booth crammings, hide and seek, Red Rover, cow tippings, javelin catchings, double dutch jump ropings, and fortune tellings with all gypsies, tramps, and thieves sailed in from Transylvania, in central Romania, with its natural border the Carpathian Mountains in the east and south, and the Apuseni Mountains, in the west, an area known most famously as the home of Dracula each April 25th as part of just one of many area Spring commemorations, the annual Aspic, Broth, & Tea Leaf Fun Festival & Freak Out.

Edward Hopper became interested in art at a young age. He went through nearly all of the standard elementary, or grammar, school phases of artistic development, including fingerpainting, round edged scissor cuttings of snowflakes, crayon sketches of American presidents, pencil etchings of farm animals, burnt charcoal from charred wood scrbblings, molded clay dinosaurs, paintbrush daliances, doily Valentines, and early perspective line apathication arc applied to surveying, demonstrating a generally good propensity for each. His first fantastic foray in unbridled unwarranted unilateral art expression came in the 3rd grade when, after a dare by classmate Jeannie Michelle Kerckhoff, he painted a mural over the entire classroom ceiling, a re-creation of the 1815 The Battle of Waterloo oil on canvas by William Sadler II, depicting the Battle of Waterloo under the command of Napoleon Bonaparte against British forces under the Duke of Wellington, Arthur Wellesley, the Prussian troops under Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher, Fürst von Wahlstatt, and soldiers from the Netherlands, the Province of Hanover, the Duchy of Nassau, and the Principality of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel, as an unruly unwashed unsupervised group of seven and eight year-olds egged him on, many keeping still the scaffold made from book shelves on which Edward was laying on his back most of the time very still, while feeling the true angst, agitation, and anxiety of an artist for the first time, each of the students simultaneously doing their own mischievous monstrous maneuverings mostly of a devilish destructive dysfuctional nature, as the first year teacher, Miss McBride, a 22 year-old recent of Boston University from first Dover, and then Dedham, Massachusetts, majoring in Afrikaner Arithmetic and Aromatics, and soriority sister at Delta Delta Delta, a Tri Delt, having taken ill at lunchtime after eating a badly burned beef bean burrito went home without notifying either the school prinicipal, Mr. Marsden, the school nurse, Mrs. Holswirth, fellow teachers, the janitor, Mr. Wiśniewska, or any of her students.

At age 16 in 1896, Edward personally organized and oversaw a painting and sculpture art and floral design seminar, the first of its kind in the region, at the Rockland County Garden Club, a series of classes to help prepare its members and the community for participation in the county’s annual Hudson Valley Flower Show, an event later owned in 1927 by Florists’ Transworld Delivery ® (FTC), held twice each year, scheduled each Spring in May the week before Memorial Day and Autumn in November a week before Thanksgiving, and still held today, the series consisting of three (3) classes, participants attending any one of or all three, or only two, classes if they wanted to, the space being limited, the schedule set for each class from 9:30 AM to 2:00 PM January 29th, Creative Line and Mask Design, February 26th Parallel, Perspective & Parallax Design, and October 1st The Colors Orange, Purple, Brown, Red, & Yellow, the fee for each hands-on class 25¢, or 75¢ for all three , which covered all supplies needed to make and take home a finished design, no checks or I.O.U.s accepted, with coffee, tea, sweetened or unsweetened, and donuts, blintzes, kolaches, and danishes served, participants properly politely asked to bring a sack lunch, which nearly all of them did, with the understanding it was a BYOB affair, the registration being open with sign-up forms made available in the First Methodist Church vestibule which had to be completed and submitted by January 10th, or else there was 10¢ late fee charged for any and all of the classes attended, walk-ins welcome, but only if space was available, the entry fee for any and all late comers 50¢.

Edward Hopper became a good painter, his works including House by the Railroad (1925) Light at Two Lights (1927), Gas (1940), Nighthawks (1942), High Noon (1945) Office in a Small City (1953), and Sun in an Empty Room (1963), all of which are copyrighted ©, with nearly all of the originals currently on display in art galleries all over the world.

Horman Geezenszen’s younger brother Theotis changed the family name from Geezenszen, Frisan for son of geese to Daagnwhere, Dutch for man of birds, translated in the Eastern hemisphere as people of flight, Japanese notably as 「飛行の人々」`Hikō no hito 々’ , an attempt to become more inclusive and electable as a constable with bodacious boisterous bold beer bashing brawling boxing bratz basting birdwatchers, who represented a significant swing voting bloc, stemblok, an exclusive group, membership by invitation only, with a written répondez s’il vous plaît (RSVP) within fourteen (14) days required from any candidate before any hazing rituals, harassment events, and induction ceremonies could begin, in the local area totalling nearly twenty seven men (27 + or -) of voting age, then nineteen (19), who owned land in sizes from one third (1/3) of, to five hundred (500), acres. His children, all boys, became Daagnwheres, and eventually Dogwears, whose descendants danced to Double Dutch Bus © (1980), a hit funk song by Frankie Smith, made famous for its extensive use of the izz infix form of slang, released as a single in 1980 and released on the album Children of Tomorrow © in early 1981 on WMOT Records and Tapes (remastered 2008).

The New Orania farm became the Daagnwhere Landgoed at the northeast corner of what is now Broadway and Daagnwhere Place. The building was demolished on Christmas Eve in 1914 supposedly for no longer complying with city code, the direct result of an unannounced, unscheduled, unexpected, and unsportsmanlike inspection a month before on Thanksgiving Day that determined the building uninhabitable for seers with tears for fears who drank beers to no longer be able through supernatural insight alight with might while in flight just ever so slight without a fight to see what the future decides while worrying about the past, a violation of Building Code § 41, ¶ Paragraph C, Subparagraph 26, Lines 10-22, Addendum 73 A6 maintaining, sustaining, and pertaining to boundless groundless soundness of any building, with the exception of churches, jails, and waterfront warehouses, but the real story is it was a meeting place for the Wobblies, the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW), an international labor union founded in Chicago near Michigan Avenue in a peat warehouse in 1905, the origin of the name Wobblie then and now remaining uncertain, unclear, and unknown, with IWW ideology combining general unionism with industrial unionism, a union of unions, both under the guise of an indirect resistance to the demands of company management and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, preening, or misplacing important materials. and silent dissent type of radical feminism fomented by lack of baking soda, Fels-Naptha™ soap, and Abe Plough’s free samples of many shades and hues of rouge lipstick which had been available in pharmacy stores in the Great American Midwest, seeping its way east northeast all the way on up into Maine, as it was therefore then considered a general union, subdivided between the various industries which employ its members, its philosophy and tactics described as revolutionary factory unionism, with ties to socialist, syndicalist, analyst, chrysalist, and anarchist labor movements, as then Mayor Ira Joe Boheet said I’m not having any more of these sumbitches around here no more.

*Polynesia: a subregion of Oceania, comprised of more that made up of more than 1,000 islands scattered over the central and southern Pacific Ocean. The indigenous, or native people who inhabit the islands of Polynesia are called, yes, you guessed it, Polynesians. They have many commonalities, including language, culture, and tradition. They have a strong shared tradition of sailing and using stars to navigate, most notably the Southern Cross, at night. The largest country in Polynesia is New Zealand. Australia is not part of Polynesia. Never has been. Never will be. Well, maybe it will be. Never say never. The term Polynésie was first used in 1756 by the French writer Charles Chuck de Brosses, who originally applied it to all islands of the Pacific. In 1831, Jules Dumont d’Urville proposed, and was successful in implementing, a narrower definition during a lecture at the Geographical Society of Paris, who voted 608 to 252 in favor of his proposal, with 31 abstentions, and 14 other members away on vacation in the south of France, a two thirds majority required for any change of a previous designation of anything geographic. de Brosses was given une ovation tonitruante d’une durée de plus de dix minutes après le vote a eu lieu et a été réalisée de la salle de conférence sur les épaules de cartographes, d’arpenteurs et d’éditeurs de renom dans la galerie.

By tradition, the islands located in the South Pacific have also often been called the South Sea Islands, and their inhabitants have been called South Sea Islanders. The Hawaiian Islands have often been considered to be part of the South Sea Islands because of their relative proximity to the south Pacific islands, even though they are in fact located technically in the North Pacific being located north of the equator. Another term in use, which avoids this inconsistency but sheds doubt, causes confusion, and deflects blame re the entire situation, is The Polynesian Triangle™ its designation taken or made from the shape created by the layout of the islands in the Pacific Ocean. This term makes clear that the grouping includes the Hawaiian Islands, which are located at the northern vertex of the referenced triangle. Further note: Due to time constraints, an in-depth analysis and roundtable discussion of the Pythagorean theorem, a2 + b2 = c2 while merited, will not be included herein. For a depiction of said Polynesian Triangle, pull out a map and draw a straight line from Hawaii to New Zealand across to Easter Island and then back on over to Hawaii. There you go. That’s your Polynesian Triangle.

The Promised Land © (1978) is a song by Bruce Springsteen from the album Darkness on the Edge of Town ©, recorded at the Record Plant in New York City, on Columbia Records and Tapes (remastered 2002), released as a single in Europe, backed by another song from the album, Streets of Fire ©, the third single from the album after Badlands © and Prove It All Night ©. The Promised Land was also included on the compilation album The Essential Bruce Springsteen ©, (2003) the song being a staple of Springsteen’s live shows since 1978, and has been included on several concert albums and videos. The live album Live/1976-85 © includes a 1985 performance of The Promised Land from a concert in Los Angeles, California, and a performance of the song from a 2003 concert in Barcelona, Spain is included on the Live in Barcelona © video. A June 28, 2009 live performance in London from the Working on a Dream Tour was included on the London Calling: Live in Hyde Park © DVD. The box set The Promise © contains video of three (3) live performances of The Promised Land, a 2009 performance from the Paramount Theater in Asbury Park, New Jersey, without an audience, a 1978 performance from a concert in Phoenix, on the desert cactus and sage filled natural grounds between the golf course and mountains at the Arizona Biltmore™ hotel, and another 1978 performance from a concert in Houston, Texas at The Summit™.

Lorileigh: Walk quickly, we need to buy some vegetables today, only then can we eat something.

Lilith: Why mother, we don’t have anything at home?

No, mother earns, then buys, and then we eat. Don’t you know?

Hmmm.

It will not be easy for you.

I am beginning to feel that way.

This is why I keep telling you to study and become a doctor or a teacher or work in an office so that your children will not have to wait daily for meals.

I was still for some seconds! Hats off to that fighting spirit.

For the first manned landing on the planet Mars, Elysium Planitia was selected not for its surface features, but for safety considerations. Planitia is Latin for a flat surface, geometric plane, or flatness of a designated area. Elysium is from the ancient Greek name for an afterlife paradise, usually referred to in English as the Elysian Fields. The landing site lies in the western portion of Elysium Planitia, centered at about 4.5 degrees north latitude and 135.9 degrees east longitude.

The landing ellipse was about eighty-one miles long, west to east, eighteen miles wide, covering an area within which the spacecraft had about a 99% chance of landing when targeted for the center of the ellipse. Now dropped from Ironsides the control command module Constitution headed down to the surface of the planet Mars, piloted by Mission Commander and Captain Lorileigh Alyn Cooper (USN), co-piloted by her husband, Col. John Allen Cooper VI (USAF), Yves Baker St. Jacques, the famed French photo-journalist, bon vivant, yachtsman, adventurer, gambler, and heir to horse track racing and barbed wire industry fortunes, and Athena Trgovich, payload specialist, and former Miss America and television journalist.

As Ironsides, (MTV) which was planned to land a day later on the previously years earlier robot constructed Runway 27R, orbited Mars with the six other crew members, Nellie Flomdich, geologist and PhD from the University of Iowa, Capt. Jack Richardson IV (USMC), the backup Mission Commander, Lt. Colonel Subramanian S. Ramadorai (USAF), Computer & Communications Systems Director and Neural Logics & Artificial Intelligence Officer, and Francis C. Charlie Webb (USAF), Navigator and Mission Engineer, Lt. Carly Cay Manusama (USN), Onboard Flight Engineer, and Lt. Willliam Billy F. Lowenjack (United States Army), Flight Surgeon, the lander Constitution (MLV) fell through the thin Martian atmosphere, heatshield first, firing its retro rockets to slowly descend, deploying a safety chute, and landed on the smooth plains of Elysium Planitia on the surface of Mars touching down as over three and a half billion people on earth watched at 11:59:59 AM o’clock PDT (2:59:59 PM o’clock EDT) on July 4, 2067.

Due to time constraints and literary standards that do not apply to me, we move ahead in the story.

Constitution flipped over last instant crashing on Mars communications with earth NASA gone blank black blurry blue I was sat up seeing back to what was Earth though I saw only Sun.

One month later I am still here alone.

Robert McKenzie also wrote a mystery of the utmost proportion, written first as a brief script, and originally placed here as a continuity vignette to bridge the gap between the before and after Mars landing scenes by spacecraft crew members, many of whom are both descendants of key early original characters who have become important personae in their own individual rights, previously detailed, mostly as he said later I didn’t really know how to link the ending scene from one volume to a suitable place later of my own choosing, time, place, and manner in the middle of another scene, after all this was my first trip to Mars, but not my first rodeo, and admittedly I was extremely concerned about where my dramaturgy was headed, viewed later as a comical science fiction interlude parody, farce, and tango, an infinite circular reference and dead heat on a merry-go-round, though it apparently, unintentionally, and convincingly without warning stoically, seriously, and solemnly, with no aversion, conversion, or diversion pierced deep and struck a chord dead on target into the mindset and crashed on the dark side of readers psyches giving them cause to reflect, clause to recept, chance to connect, laws to enmesh, plants to obesh, and pause to refresh penned with a Conway Stewart ® Tommy Shelby™ pen in cursive using Indian indigo ink on a 100% Irish lace linen napkin made in New York City, which was not created by the Irish, instead it was fashioned by Italian immigrant women and girls, including mothers and daughters, who worked from original Irish patterns and incorporated traditional Irish motifs such as the rose 🌹 and the shamrock 🍀, and later turkeys , Santa Claus heads 🎅, and bunnies 🐰, often used in Irish crochet lace, for years called real Irish lace even though Irish people had nothing to do with it, while sitting at the children’s table one Thanksgiving to jump start what would eventually become his epic Father & Son: A Tale of Zfljkxd and Blzrcsw © (2027), the true life story of two Martians 👽 👽 travelling the solar system 🌙 and universe at large ⭐🌠💫✨ ☀️ in a flying saucer , a father and his son, which epitomizes the writer’s fiction and his constant questioning of true existence and wonderment regarding while you are still here reading. A spinoff of The Chair, it is considered a radio 📻, stage 🎭, screen 🎥, and television 📺 classic today, even though it still has not yet been released. It begins:

Martians Zfljkxd and Blzrcsw, father and son, gaze down upon the crashed United States command module Constitution that had been from dropped from Ironsides onto the surface of the planet Mars.

Damn, would you look at that? Zfljkxd calls out peering down out his port side window of a flying saucer.

Looks like they crashed! Blzrcsw exclaimed.

That’s too bad, Zfljkxd said shaking his head slowly. It’s a damn shame.

Daddy, let’s go help those people, Blzrcsw said.

We can’t, Zfljkxd replied.

Even though it’s our home planet Mars?

Especially because of that.

I don’t understand.

Do you want me to break through shattering the whole space time continuum?

Why not?

Because it would mess up the universe, all the events past, present, and in the future. We just can’t be jumping in to rescue space travellers every time their vehicle crashes on a planet here in our solar system, or anywhere else in the galaxy.

Okay, Daddy, Blzrcsw responds sadly with tears in his eyes.

I’ll tell you what, Blzrcsw. How about we do this? After we get back from Earth after picking up a load of zinc, I will pass by and we can both look down and see how they are doing? If they still need help we can decide what to do then.

That would be great!

Their flying saucer then begins to spin sideways, sputter, and stall. Zfljkxd takes hold of the wobble pump handle to the right of his seat and turns the knob right and then left, and then right again.

And at this point in the 21st century, I’m not going to be plagued by gremlins. When does that flying saucer mechanic get here from Jupiter?

Wednesday.

Well, you tell him we hunt evil invaders who wish us no good will and mine and transport valuable minerals and precious stones all over the galaxy with this son of a bitch. And we can’t afford carburetor trouble going through asteroid belts again.

Yes, Daddy. I’ll tell him.

A somewhat relieved Zfljkxd, now back in complete control of his ship after it rights itself and is apparently sailing smooth, says She sure sounds good to me now, though. One more bit of engine trouble and I stand up at the Intrepid’s Association and announce what a piece of shit this thing is! Let’s get the hell out of here!

The Pilgrims had originally hoped to reach America by early October using two ships, but delays and complications meant they could use only one, Mayflower. Arriving in November, they had to survive unprepared through a harsh winter. As a result, only half of the original Pilgrims survived the first winter at Plymouth. Without the help of local Great Indigenous Peoples to teach them food gathering and other survival skills, all of the colonists might have perished. The following year, they celebrated the colony’s first fall harvest along with the native local people, an occasion declared in centuries later, during the American Civil War by President Abraham Lincoln, as Thanksgiving.

Before disembarking the Mayflower, the Pilgrims wrote and signed the Mayflower Compact, an agreement that established a rudimentary awkward, cumbersome, and somewhat at times, confusing government, in which each member would contribute to the safety and welfare of the planned settlement. As one of the earliest colonial vessels, the Mayflower has become a cultural icon in the history of the United States, although the ship no longer exists.

I’ve done my best to live the right way

I get up every morning and go to work each day

But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold

Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode

Explode and tear this whole town apart

Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart

Find somebody itching for something to start

The dogs on Main Street howl ‘cause they understand

If I could reach one moment into my hands

Mister I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man

And I believe in a promised land

Well there’s a dark cloud rising from the desert floor

I packed my bags and I’m heading straight into the storm

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down

That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground

Blow away the dreams that tear you apart

Blow away the dreams that break your heart

Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted

Well the dogs on Main Street howl ‘cause they understand

If I could take one moment into my hands

Mister I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man

And I believe in a promised land

Lorileigh (née Wentworth) Johnstone, then Fletcher, then Hawthorne, Englishwoman (born July 4, 1611) on the outskirts of Southampton, England, the south coast port where the Titanic 🚢 departed on its maiden voyage later in 1912, after having spent quite some time in a French orphanage, having been sent there by Inconnus anglais de certains moyens comme acte de charité, English unknowns of some means as an act of charity, and who is thought to be the inspiration and model decades later for a character named Candice conceived and written of by Sydney Colleen Colbert, who was, as an orphan, transplanted from her childhood home in rural France to the intellectual and artistic splendor of Paris. Soon after, she takes up both writing and sewing, including macramé and embroidery. She pens a fantastical novel at age fifteen, L’incroyable Voyage de Candice, about the lifelong incredible voyage of a cunning and bold country girl named Candice, though Lorileigh was from England having been relocated « par des gens pressés très méchants et pressés, y compris diverses femmes et hommes et des douaniers » , by very mean sour pushy people in a hurry, including various women and men and customs officials from southern Southhampton south at Weston Hard Woolston Beach, a beginning point where south coast police have warned if the fights between the rival gangs of Mods and Rockers continue, stricter security measurers will be enforced, both in London and on the south coast, later at about age of 7, 8, or 9, Lorileigh escaping the orphanage and France, returning to England by stowing away in a remodeled Viking sailing ship used to transport sardines to Brighton via Oslo, Norway, recommencer de sa propre volonté, de son accord et de son raisonnement, going again of her own volition, accord, and reasoning returning to France years later going back for what was originally thought and planned to be an extended vacation to se reposer, récupérer et se rafraîchir et pour profiter d’une brise fraîche dans laquelle elle pourrait se lever et laisser souffler dans ses cheveux, mieux se lier avec son enfant et s’allonger la nuit dans des draps en lin après une journée pas occupée, une chance de se ressourcer et de réfléchir », to rest, recover, and refresh and to enjoy a cool breeze in which she could get up and let her hair blow, bond better with her child and lie in linen sheets at night after a day not busy, a chance to recharge and reflect », after the birth of her daughter Lilith, who was born in London in Covent Garden, later, after deciding ...there is nothing for me and my girl any longer in England sailed with her young only born child, whom she called Lilly, to Plymouth, Massachusetts Bay Colony, aboard the French ship Saint Louis de Nevers, built and christened in 1625, and later rumoured to be renamed Doux Jeune Fille later after seeing action versus the British at sea, in late October of 1630, le dernier navire à faire le passage vers l’Amérique avant l’arrivée des nuances brumeuses et froides de l’hiver, the last ship to make passage to America before the arrival of the hazy cold shades of Winter, and therefore obviously not aboard the aforementioned Mayflower, or even the Fortune, which sailed a year later, Lorileigh and Lilly arriving in the Massachusetts Bay colony on Thursday, November 27th of 1631, and were taken ashore by a rowboat full of former congregationists in the Church of England from Boston Harbor where the de Nevers briefly anchored, the French ship captained by Jean-Marie Charles Montreax Abrial (March 6, 1606 – April 19, 1666), not being permitted to land on soil claimed and settled by the English but was "reçu un laissez-passer d’amarrage temporaire de deux jours qui devait être affiché au sommet du mât d’artimon et un billet rouge pour la crique de six heures, échangeable sur demande, conservé dans une enveloppe non léchée et non scellée en coton 100% égyptien à conserver dans la poche intérieure avant gauche du capitaine de son paletot à double boutonnage sans mouche attaché à poches plissées avec un arrangement de boutons en laiton six par deux avec des revers pointus un double évent à l’arrière avec seize, indiquant à la fois son rang d’amiral de l’Atlantique et la durée de son service, qui était éligible pour une prime maximale de hazzard pendant tous les voyages océaniques se dirigeant vers le danger et ayant le premier choix d’affectations de choix lors de la première affectation par ordre alphabétique par l’état-major de commandement de la marine du roi à Paris, dont l’autorité ultime en mer et dont le pouvoir ne pouvait être usurpé que par mutinerie, rayures élégantes brodées ornées sur la manche inférieure gauche avec une simple ancre pointue unique ⚓ sur la manchette droite, deux hippocampes ailés, la combinaison d’images miniatures moulées et transformées ensemble de Pégase, le cheval ailé de la mythologie grecque et la queue du dragon d’Annam, un visage ardent victorieux et un symbole ardent indicatif de la grandeur, du dépensier et de la ferveur des valeurs françaises exquises incarnées élégantes et ambitions, représentant la puissance et la vitesse, l’air et l’eau, et la gloire de ce qui fut et sera toujours, qui bien plus tard en 1886, devint le modèle de l’Ordre Impérial du Dragon d’Annam, Ordre du Dragon Vert, Đại Nam Long Tinh Nam Việt Long bội tinh distinction et récompense dans la ville de Huế, capitale de la province de Thừa Thiên Huế au Vietnam, par l’empereur Đồng Khánh (同慶), traduit par « célébration collective »

Yahoo!

Fête

Yahoo!

C’est ta fête

Belle fête à tout moment !

(Fêtons)

Belle fête à tout moment !

(Fêtons)

Il y a une fête qui se passe juste ici

Une fête qui dure depuis de nombreuses années

Alors apportez vos bons moments et vos rires aussi

Nous organiserons votre fête avec vous

Allez, fête

Célébrons tous et passons un bon moment

Fête

Nous allons célébrer et passer un bon moment

Il est temps de parler ensemble

C’est à toi, ton bonheur c’est quoi ?

Tout le monde essaie dans le monde entier !

, (19 février 1864 - 28 janvier 1889), né Nguyễn Phúc Ưng Kỷ (阮福膺祺) ou Nguyễn Phúc Ưng Đường (阮福膺禟), également connu sous le nom de Chánh Mông (正蒙), le neuvième empereur de la dynastie Nguyễn, qui régna quatre ans entre 1885 et 1889 depuis son temple royal Cảnh Tông, de la maison impériale d’Annam, sur la recommandation du président de la France, François Judith Paul Grévy (15 août 1807 - 9 septembre 1891), en tant qu’ordre colonial français décerné conjointement conçu comme une récompense pour les services rendus à l’État, le gouvernement colonial français ou l’empereur, a récompensé des individus incorporés dans le Đại Nam Long Tinh Viện, semblable à l’Ordre national français de la Légion d’honneur, épinglé sur les revers opposés de son pardessus pour venir à terre et échanger contre des provisions, y compris l’eau, la nourriture et les matériaux de voile en toile vendus dans des sections carrées de quatre mètres fabriqués localement en utilisant uniquement la main-d’œuvre indigène du Massachusetts par des personnes de plumes et de peinture faciale gagnant un salaire décent pour une journée de travail décente sans dommage apparent pour leur décence et leur dignité et être personnellement offert par le chef Massasoit Sachem de la Confédération Wampanoag des peuples célestes du Nord, également mentionné uniquement lors des droits de passage sacrés, des célébrations de plantation et de récolte, des sacrifices aux dieux, aux planètes, aux étoiles, aux cérémonies de la lune et du soleil et au leadership l’équipe se retire dans le fourré de la vallée de la rivière Blackstone sous le nom de ‘Ousamequin The Great Sachem’ (31 octobre 1581 - 24 novembre 1661), et l’individu pour qui le Massachusetts (Massasoit) lui-même a été nommé, lors d’un calumet de la paix, d’une poignée de main à prise électrique, et cérémonie d’inclination solennelle sérieuse tout en étant costumé dans une gaine de nombreuses couleurs fantastiques de l’arc-en-ciel, près d’une demi-tonne de sacs en toile de jute avec des briques emballées dans du beige légèrement voilé papier parchemin de pin attaché carré par de la ficelle de jute torsadée à trois épaisseurs marron, de l’un des meilleurs hasch du continent pour que les Français fument lors de leur voyage depuis la baie lors de leur voyage à venir », given a two day temporary mooring pass which had to be displayed high atop the mizzenmast and a six hour cove red ticket, redeemable on demand, kept in an unlicked and unsealed 100% Egyptian cotton bond envelope for safekeeping in the captain’s inside front left pocket of his paletot double breasted no-fly fastened pleated pocketed with a six by two brass button arrangement with peaked lapels a double vent in the aft with sixteen, denoting both his rank as an Admiral of the Atlantic, and length of service, who was eligible for maximum hazzard pay during any and all ocean voyages heading in harm’s way and having first choice of choice assignments when first posted in alphabetical order by the king’s navy command staff in Paris, whose ultimate authority while at sea and whose power could only be usurped by mutiny, ornate embroidered elegant stripes on the lower left sleeve with a simple sharp single anchor ⚓ on the right cuff, two winged seahorses, the combination of miniature images molded and transformed together of Pegasus, the winged horse of Greek mythology and the tail of the dragon of Annam, a victorious flaming image and a fiery symbol indicative of the grandeur, splendor, and fervour of elegant embodied exquisite French values and ambitions, representing power and speed, air and water, and the glory of what was and always will be, which much later in 1886, became the model of the Imperial Order of the Dragon of Annam, Order of the Green Dragon, Đại Nam Long Tinh Nam Việt Long bội tinh distinction and reward in the city of Huế, capital of the province of Thừa Thiên Huế in Vietnam, by Emperor Đồng Khánh (同慶), translated as collective celebration"

Yahoo!

Celebration

Yahoo!

This is your celebration

Celebrate good times, come on!

(Let’s celebrate)

Celebrate good times, come on!

(Let’s celebrate)

There’s a party goin’ on right here

A celebration to last throughout the years

So bring your good times and your laughter too

We gonna celebrate your party with you

Come on now, celebration

Let’s all celebrate and have a good time

Celebration

We gonna celebrate and have a good time

It’s time to come together

It’s up to you, what’s your pleasure?

Everyone around the world come on!

, (February 19, 1864 – January 28, 1889), born Nguyễn Phúc Ưng Kỷ (阮福膺祺) or Nguyễn Phúc Ưng Đường (阮福膺禟), also known as Chánh Mông (正蒙), the ninth emperor of the Nguyễn dynasty, who reigned four years between 1885 and 1889 from his royal temple Cảnh Tông, of the imperial house of Annam, on the recommendation of the president of France, François Judith Paul Grévy (August 15, 1807 - September 9, 1891), as a jointly awarded French colonial order intended as a reward for service to the state, the French colonial government, or the emperor, rewarded individuals incorporated into the Đại Nam Long Tinh Viện, similar to the Order French national of the Legion of Honour, pinned on the opposite lapels of his overcoat to come onshore and trade for provisions, including water, food, and cloth canvas sail materials sold in four yard square sections made locally using only indigenous Massachusetts labor by people of feathers and face paint earning a decent day’s pay for a decent day’s work with no apparent damage to their decency and dignity and being personally gifted by the Chief Massasoit Sachem of the Wampanoag Confederacy of Heavenly Peoples of the North, also referred to during only sacred rights of passage, planting and harvesting celebrations, sacrifices to the gods, planets, stars, moon, and sun ceremonies, and leadership team retreats in the Blackstone River Valley Thicket as ‘Ousamequin The Great Sachem’ (October 31, 1581 - November 24, 1661), and the individual for whom Massachusetts (Massasoit) itself was named, during a peace pipe smoking, power grip handshaking, and serious solemn bowing ceremony while costumed in a sheath of many fantastic colors of the rainbow, and gifted by The Chief (Le Chef) nearly a half ton of burlap bags with bricks packaged in thinly veiled beige pine parchment paper tied square by brown three ply twisted jute twine, of some of the finest hash on the continent for the French to smoke on their voyage from the bay on their voyage ahead"

Bataille navale bateau française Saint Louis de Nevers amarré dans le port de Boston, Massachusetts Bay près de la rivière Quinobequin, 27 novembre 1631

, by the English governor there, nearly eleven years after the original Mayflower’s arrival, and ten years almost to the day of the Fortune, just offshore in Boston, not near Plymouth, John Jack Winthrop a.k.a. John Johnstone, John Jack Diamond, Johnny B. Good, J.J., and Jumpin’ Jack Flash, (January 29, 1590 – February 1, 1651), who served as Governor of Bay Colony and had made arrangements with the local French Premier Consul de France du Consulat for New England, Elénor-François-Élie, Marquis de Moustier (August 4, 1604 - August 18, 1678) who was assigned by Louis XIII the Just (September 27, 1601 – May 14, 1643), King of France 👷 from 1610 until his death in 1643 and King of Navarre 👷, as Louis II from 1610 to 1620, when the crown 👑 of Navarre was merged with the French crown 👑 in a coupling on unequals, for the safe passage of Lorileigh and Lilly across the Atlantic Ocean on a Haut de gamme français cargo et cuirassé. The Winthrop Waltz © is named in his honor. He was a fine ballet dancer, choreographer, and lacrosse or, Sacred Dance of the Cross, coach, whose ascension in politics remains a mystery. Any specifics of his rise within the English leadership realm remain somewhat cloudy as to exactly the what and why of it, but Jack once said to a small group assembled in an apple orchard We will get by, I just know it. Things are looking up for us!

Lorileigh had decided to sail to the New World with her infant child Lilly just a few months after her husband Rodney Johnstone, a lieutenant in the English Navy, whose uncle was Jack Johnstone, had perished at sea in a drowning accident while slipping trying to direct and assist in the repair of the mainsail on the mainmast and falling overboard on the H.M.S. Indefatigable, the first of five (5) named such, in a fierce storm off the Cape of Good Hope south of Africa while en route to India and the Far East on a mission to keep the British sea lanes and trade routes open and engage, battle, and destroy any and all enemies seen or encountered, and grab off loads of spice, in January of 1631 part of the timeless, highly competitve, Spice Trade™, trademarked in 1961 by the United Nations led then by Secretary General U Thant, who said translated summarily, similarly, and symbolically

darhar kyaarpyehpyitpyee noutsonemhar suuthoethtitehtitetaantaan htitetaantae aakyaunggkyarrhcar , hkyaeekyauu gunpyu mhutwaynae ngway sarr kawmashintwayko laathkanrashihkaetae aashae hpyarrk pyisuutwayko kyaosotae saatsarrar r mhu taithkupell , darpaymay ngyinnso hkanhkaerapartaal . taanntuunyemyahamhu , kyaoehcarr aarrhtotemhunhang raalmawhkyinnthoetsai kyawanotethoet mai suu hpyithkaesai , kyawanotethoet maisainhang mai suu hpyitninesaiko yonekyisawlaee marayrarsaw aanargaatshoet raalmaw par ..

It’s been a long time and they finally got the credit they deserved, (for) it is a welcome relief that the people of the Far East to receive commendations and cash commissions which were denied. Equality, work, and laughter are who we are (as we head) into (an) (the) uncertain future even though we believe we can be who we were, who we are, and who we can be (rough English translation)

, involving historical civilizations in Asia, Africa, and Europe which included, but was not limited to cinnamon, cassia, cardamom, ginger, pepper, nutmeg, cayenne, curry, cumin, star anise, clove, and turmeric, used in antiquity and traded in the Eastern World (Far East). These spices found their way into the Eastern Moon (Near East) before the beginning of the Christian era, where the true sources of these spices were withheld by the traders and associated with fantastic tales of murderous ambushes, savage reprisals, castles scaled by invaders from Europe and burned to the ground, and tribes who would

Dance all night, play all day

Don’t let nothin’ get in the way

Dance all night, keep the beat

Don’t you worry ‘bout two left feet

Shake it up

Shake it up, oo yeah

Shake it up

Shake it up

Dance all night and get real loose

You don’t need no bad excuse

Dance all night with anyone

Don’t let nobody pick your fun

Shake it up, oo, oo

Shake it up, yeah yeah

Shake it up, oo, oo

Shake it up

That’s right, I said

Dance all night

Go go go

Dance all night

Get real low

Go all night

Get real hot

Well, shake it up now, all you’ve got, woo

Dance

Oo dance

Uh well, dance all night and whirl your hair

Make the night cats stop and stare

Dance all night, go to work

Do the move with a quirky jerk

Just shake it up, oo oo

Shake it up, oo yeah

Shake it up

Shake it up

Uh well, dance all night

Go go go

Get so light

Get real low

Dance all night

Get real hot

Shake it up, with all you’ve got, woo

Shake it up, make a scene

Let them know what you really mean

And dance all night, keep the beat

And don’t you worry ‘bout two left feet

Just shake it up, oo, oo

Shake it up, oo oo, yeah

Shake it up, oo, oo

Shake it up, oh, yeah

The maritime aspect of the trade was dominated by The Great Austronesian peoples in Southeast Asia who established the precursor trade routes from Southeast Asia, and then later let’s say China, (China!) to Sri Lanka and India by at least 1500 BC. These goods were then transported by land towards the Mediterranean and the