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Deanne Young, using "Lovehere" as the Wikipedia user name of Deanne Young, is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter of John Browning, called "Captain John", who arrived in College Lands, Va. in 1622 from Gravesend, England with at least two sons, William 8 and George 7 , and moved to Elizabeth City County. He was the brother of William Browning who came here in 1611 to College Lands, now called Jamestown, and was mentioned as one of the principle men of the colony in 1623. Captain John was a Burgess of Elizabeth City in 1629, a Burgess of Morris Bay in 1632, and a Burgess of Elizabeth City in 1635. He bought and was deeded many hundreds of acres of land.
John's son (not brother) William Browning was Deanne's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
He was born in England in 1615. He arrived with his Dad to what is now Jamestown in 1622 at age 7. He married in Jamestown in 1645 and had at least one son, probably in 1646, named John. Wiillian Browning received 250 acres of land from his father, Captain John Browning, in 1646. He purchased from the Crown (King George the Second) 400 acres of land in Amelia County, on the upper side of Buffalo River.
Deanne's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, John Browning, was the son of William Browning. He had at least one child, a son named John Jr. born in 1665 or 1675.
Deanne's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, John Jr., married in Jamestown about 1696, and had 7 sons at least, one of whom was Frances Sr, born 1700.
Frances, Sr., Deanne's great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, was born in Caroline County, Va., and lived to be 75. He was deeded 250 acres in Spottsylvania County in 1724. In 1735, he was granted 40 acres in St. Mark's Parish in the county of Orange in the Dominion of Virginia, by George the Second "of Great Britain, France and Ireland". A part of Old Orange County became Culpeper County in 1749 and in 1833 a part of Culpeper County became Rappahannock County. The lands patented as above stated were afterwards known as the Browning district. They were located at the headwaters of Battle Run, and on the north side of Gourdvine Creek, parts of the Rappahannock River. In 1747 he was granted 2 tracts: of 100 acres in North Little Fork and 430 acres in Culpeper County. He married Elizabeth Lloyd of Maryland in 1723 and they had a baby every two years for the next 20, a total of 9 children. The first was named Francis Jr.--born right away, in 1724. The rest were Nicholas, John, Jacob, Edmund, Caleb, Ruth, and Mary.
Deanne's great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was Jacob Browning, born about 1736 in Culpeper, married Eizabeth Bywaters in 1758, had 14 children, born a year apart except for a one-year break between the two oldest girls, Mary and Sarah. Jacob Browning was one of the nineteen men enrolled with his brother, John, in the militia of Culpeper County Va., as a foot soldier in March 1756. His father, Francis Sr., supposedly served in the Revolutionary War, too, and managed to accumulate over 900 more acres in his 40-some years -- he had children to give it to. He deeded land to his son Francis Jr. in 1740, in 1741 to his brother John, in 1748 to his sons Francis Jr. and Nicholas, and to his daughters Mrs. Turner and Mrs. Duncan. If son Jacob Browning got anything, he had 14 children to set up.
Jacob Browning as said had 14 kids: Samuel, George, Edmund, Jacob, Lloyd, Mary, Sarah, Delilah, Betsey, Thomas, Edith, Jane, Nellie, and Annie. His third son, Edmund, was Deanne's great-great-great-great-grandfather. Edmund was born in Culpepper County in 1761 and married Sarah Allen of Pottawatamie County, Iowa in 1790. They had 7 children--David, Allen, John, Nancy, Clarissa, Jonathan and James Green. Deanne's descended from the oldest: David, born in 1791. Edmund was a farmer who moved to Tennessee and had and raised his kids there. He lived to be 75 years old and was noted as a fine violinist. One of his sons, John, moved to Salt Lake City and was the father of John Moses Browning, the inventor of the Browning machine gun and so many other weapons -- he's got more patents for weaponry than any body else (still). The above is all in Su. Or Le. Himmings Statistics at large --Vol.VII p.22: Vol.III, p.128: and Vol.1, pp.139 and 148, as penned in her approved application for DAR status by a great-granddaughter of Jacob Browning, and in "The Chronicles of Border Warfare" by Alexander Scott Withers. Sui. Awaits History or you try to read her writing. I have the application.
Deanne's great-great-great grandfather, David Browning, married Vasti West in 1811 and they had 13 children. Mary A. was born in 1828. Mary A. Browning was Deanne's great-great grandmother. She married Emmanuel Lionberger in 1847, at the age of 19. They had 10 children within the next 22 years, with Deanne's great- grandmother Alice being the last one. All were girls but one--one girl died young and a sister born 4 years later was given her name.
Deanne's great-grandmother Alice's oldest sister was 21 years older than her, the next oldest, 17 years older, the next, 15, the next, 13, and then there was Mary Caroline, who died young, born 11 years before her, Ollie, 9 years before her, the new Mary Caroline, 7 years before her, Lena, 5 years before her. The five youngest often got together and the four youngest hung out together alot as old women. All had big round glasses and stern looks, with their hair tied severely in buns. Alice died around 1926.
Alice married Charles Henry Young, son of Benjamin Young, a retired Great Lakes steamer captain from the Green Mountain area of Vermont. Charles Henry was born in Ontario, but grew up in Manistee, Michigan in the woods. While young he worked for a rich banker, but wanderlust drove him to wander the country as a schoolteacher after getting a college degree. He met and married Alice in Arkansas, and they had 5 children. One, Deanne's grandfather Paul Holden Young, was born about 1890.
Charles Henry was often gone and Alice tried hard to make ends meet, but her youngest child recalls his first 5 years in a house with a roof that leaked and that Alice had pots and pans all over the house to collect the water. She at one point had to let out rooms to boarders and often boarded preachers for tent revivals held across the street, even though they were not the same religion as her. She leaned on her eldest child, son Paul, to father the little boy, Cy, who was born when Paul was 12; Paul had to go fetch the doctor to "hatch" Cy, the father being " missing". Paul taught Cy to hunt and fish. The other three children lived with "Aunt Lenna", a Lionberger sister. Cy brags that he saw Paul kill a rabbit on the run at 30 yards with a deer rifle. Paul amazed him with his knowledge of plants, bugs, and animals. Alice's memos along with Cy's are what I am plundering for my information and it is at this bend in the family fortune that Alice had to muddle through and the gentlewoman rails against her poverty by trying to find proof she is related to Robert Browning, the poet, as she has always been told. A very religious woman, all she finds is that she's descended from the grandfather of John Moses Browning, inventor of the machine gun and other weapons. Whoops-- not what she wanted to find, although it must've comforted her to discover she qualified as a DAR. In her writings, she brags about the sheepskin deeds signed by Lord Fairfax in the Lionberger Family's possession, and how the Lionbergers got here early in the 1600's and owned vast tracts of land. She is no doubt doubly proud that the Brownings did the same exact thing. She uses both names always in her name, probably quite ashamed of the Young name, that way that boy is treating her. She heralds past achievements of ancestors to prove she's not stupid or a slacker. (All of the above is in Alice's memoirs, available online soon. Much also mentioned in memoirs of historian Eva Ferrier, sister of Charles Henry Young, and a twice-contibutor to Michigan History , by The Michigan Historical Commission, incl. Vol. 36, No. 1, March 1952 ) When 5 of the Lionberger sisters got together once, somebody called the newspaper and made sure that it mentioned that they were descended from the poet Robert Browning. Poor Alice didn't realize that these good genes were going to show up on the family tree below her name, too, and that she had no worries! However one of her sons, Cy, got a degree in engineering; another one, Benjamin, co-founded The National Bank of Detroit and was its Vice-President after the depression, a bank that enjoyed prosperity for decades all over Michigan in the 1950's, 60's, 70's, and 80's with modern branches and the big old building in downtown Detroit, enabling Ben to live in a home with servants, butlers, maids, elevators, a library, and a model train running the length of the basement of his mansion in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. One of Ben's two daughters became an estate attorney. Alice's third son, Paul, became a famed bamboo fishing-rod builder who was enjoying near cult-status when he died around 1960, according to "McClane's New Standard Fishing Encyclopedia", edited by A. J. McClane, 1974, Gramercy Books, and "The Well-Tempered Angler" by Arnold Gingrich, published by Alfred A. Knopf,1959. Today Paul's rods sell at collectible prices and his name is on a plaque in every canoe rented out by every livery on his beloved Au Sable River (hundreds of canoes) asking canoers to be mindful of fly fishermen, courtesy the Paul H. Young Chapter of Trout Unlimited.
Paul H. Young, Deanne's grandfather, is remembered for so many achievements by those who knew him. His son Paul Anthony Young recalls that Paul H. would carve at a peach pit while standing around talking to you and then toss you the carving as he walked away--marvelous little monkeys with tails wrapping around an otherwise hollowed-out pit, with little heads on top and two little monkey hands clutching the tail to the mouth. Paul took a correspondence course in taxidermy because the things he found in the woods interested him. He modified the bamboo rod so that his sons could take them overseas on the plane with them in WW2 by designing a rod of 5 strips of Tonkin cane glued together in such a way as to withstand the pull of salmon and Florida bonefish, not just trout. For traveling, this rod could be broken down into two parts and carried in a metal cylinder--8'5" rods being hard to fit on planes safely. He also invented the strawman nymph fly.
A man of many talents, he was a shipyard supervisor in Duluth, Minnesota when he met and courted Martha Marie Moisan of Marseilles, a pretty, charismatic and charming lady at 17 from France always dressed in the fashion of the day per Paris. In her 35 years as a widow Martha never even dated once. Martha knew, how do you surpass a husband like she'd had, a legend who wasn't one when they met as youngsters; plus someone so much fun they closed shop whenever they wanted all their time together to go fishing--the first time, he outfitted her in waders with net and creel and walked away and she was left alone in the midst of a caddis hatch he hadn't seen coming. He fished somewhere else an hour then returned to find her creel poureth over. (John D. Voelker, aka Robert Traver, Trout Magic, Northmont Publishing Co.,Inc., 1992 reprint under given name; Chauncy Lively, "River People", Riverwatch Newsletter, date not established)Amazed, he could only try to point out to her that she was going the wrong way on the stream (Obviously, she wasn't). Martha fished the other way all her life because she didn't like to see the trout looking at her, and she always caught the limit and brought Paul A. and his wife and kids many a frozen trout dinner in mid-winter from her freezer.
When she met Paul, Martha was 17 and had last fished the Seine with her Dad at age 10. She skipped school to fish with Paul. They married when Martha was 19 and had Paul A. Young, their first son, Deanne's father, in 1921 when Martha was 21. They had one other child, son Jack, 2 years later. Paul and Martha got them a wheat farm in Saskatchewan (he'd run a rice farm in Arkansas for 3 years in his youth) but fled back to the states for the birth of Paul A. because everything was going wrong. Paul then got a taxidermist job in Detroit but soon opened up his own taxidermy and then he began to build his own fly rods, and he divided the business, hiring Al Hilde to do the taxidermy. Al married Martha's little sister, Helen. Martha made a catalogue of their rods to be mailed worldwide, and it brought back so many letters of testimony to the unique qualities and abilities of Paul H. Young's bamboo rods, that, added to the catalogue, they helped the business take off at a fast clip, with Martha now at the helm. Her good business sense kept the firm flying. Paul, she said, would believe any sob story and fix all these neglected rods for free, letting others encroach on his time. Martha set up charges for that in a manner that made it easy for them to be charged and harder for the customer to ask for free work.(Adele Halliday, Trout Unlimited Newsletter, archives, Trout Unlimited) None of Martha's 3 brothers had children (after running away from home and lying about their age to get in the war, as one returned brain damaged, and the other two just did not have any interest). Only Helen's two daughters and Martha's two sons and their descendants are left as descendants of Martha's father Gustav Moisan: a classy, distinguished gentleman who had immigrated to the U.S. from Marseilles and found a job with the Red Cross before he sent for his wife and children in 1909 when Martha was 10. Gustav was one of the early chiropractors, and a doctor with the Red Cross in WW2. The genetic material of Paul H. Young and Martha is now in 12 individuals, 8 of whom can still have children.
Deanne Young maintains that the particular genetic load she's got is very strongly creative and intelligent. Her father, Martha and Paul's son Paul A. Young, was also a born naturalist who was a Major in the Army Air Corps and bombadier in WW2 and flew on 50 missions, once coming back with no tailgunner under him and once losing two lower gunners. The most he's said about the war is that you had to bring the B-25 down to 1600 feet to light a cigarette. His sense of humor is great. He, too, is an excellant hunter, a birder who can identify birds through song and flight, and loved fishing his whole life. He quit in 1986 not because of health failure but because, perhaps because, a river runs all over it. Deanne has photos of Paul H. Young holding his two sons as toddlers in the Au Sable, separate pictures of Paul, Martha, and Paul A. Young and Paul A. Young Jr. fishing, or posing before stringers of fish. When Paul fishes the Au Sable River now his father, his teacher, is there; his mother, whom he got to fish with for 32 years longer than with his dad (and you better believe they were up there at their cabins fishing every evening, getting together to fish apart from each other without talking to each other ...) is there; and the two little boys he lost, as Deanne Young wrote in a poem, "I let them slip through my fingers---like all the rest while I was busy cutting ice with them", which is essentially Paul's embaressing story. Like his parents, he bought a cabin on the Au Sable River in Michigan's Lower Penninsula's northwoods for his children's pleasure. His parents left him and Jack there alone all summer when Paul was 14 and Jack 12 to build a boathouse for their riverboats while they ran the family business in hot Detroit. Paul and Jack kept their food cold in the always 42-degrees spring-fed river, in a basket tied to something so the swift current wouldn't steal it. They always had a trout waiting for their parents (Liveley, ibid., and Adele Halladay, Trout Unlimited newsletter)That cabin was on Main branch Au Sable. Martha kept a cabin after Paul H.'s death on the South branch. Paul's was at the North branch. The North branch was a particularly good place for hermits and other shy people--in 23 years, Deanne never ran into someone else human in the woods, through she struck out across them at dawn and arrived home from her hikes well after dark. The cabin was 20 miles from Grayling, Mich. and 8 miles from Lovells. Paul had spent many a season in the area and as there were few kids, grew up playing with the children of the men the bridges are named for--Stephan, Wakely. He got his first deer when he was 12--a 12-point buck. Mostly when his children were growing up he had him and them only doe licenses and averaged a doe every 3-4 years at which the freezer would fill with deerburger the children didn't care for. While Deanne didn't mind nailing the black cowbirds that were laying their eggs in songbird's nests and their hatching kids pushing the smaller baby birds out as they hogged all the food, wasting a season of a songbird couple's time,including the rare Kirtland's Warbler found only in the Au Sable area in summer and the Bahamas in winter; and the fat slow porcupines that were eating the bark off the Young's birch leaving the bare wood vulnerable to infestation and disease, nor even the woodchucks boring through the garden the family kept trying to plant, ripping out all evidence of vegetables and strawberries with their tunnels and holes --but after watching woodcock males do a mating flight, diving down like bombs and spreading their wings at the last second, she could not shoot gamebirds and she wanted only to get close to a deer, not to harm one. She threw the clay pigeons for her brothers and father before they got an automatic one and she was given a gun. She could shoot an average of 7 of 9 soda cans placed in a row on a log with a .22 long rifle at 30 feet. Her pleasure was in knowing that she was in the real world, the primal world, not the man-made, messy one, but the one that went on forever whether humans existed or not, that she alone was getting a peek into and no other human.
Paul A. Young owned a marina of that name in Drayton Plains, Michigan.
It was the only one in the area, and his family lived in a lake home on a lake attached to his lake, both nice-sized ski lakes with many families living on them. His children were allowed to bring home any boat they wanted, any time, as well as try out types of water-ski ropes and bouyancy belts and jackets, skis, wet suits, paddleboats, and snowmobiles. On her 15th birthday Deanne brought home a pontoon on which 10 girls slept out on the lake on an over-night sleepover while (natch) boys tried to sneak up on them in rowboats. Comparing this to where Deanne is now, it's as though "Gone With the Wind" re-occurred.
Deanne and her brothers and sister went to Cathoic summer camp two weeks every year. They belonged to many things, Deanne earning junior yeoman, yeoman, junior bowman, and bowman pins in archery and taking piano lessons, ballet, art, and swimming both at camp and outside it as well as being in the 4-H Club and the secretary of her Junior Achievement Club at 15. Tony, 2 1/2 years younger, was the youngest Eagle Scout in his part of the state upon earning that title at age 13; he also played football in junior high school. In high school Deanne lived at a Catholic girl's boarding school in Monroe, Michigan and was secretary of the Drama Club, treasurer of The Human Relations Club, President of the Senior Class of Residents and and President of the Board of Directors, Residents. She and her brothers, Terry, b.1959 d.1970, and Tony (Paul A., Jr) b.1957 (d.1982 just months away from a PhD in Organic Chemistry)often snowmoblied all day long in the northwoods, as well as camped, hiked, fished, and hunted there. They were well-trained by their father in hunting and shooting and fly-fishing, as he had been by his father, who had been by his father. Deanne's identical twin sister, Debbie Young, did not enjoy the outdoors at all and never played with the rest. Like her brothers, she died without issue, somewhat older though, at age 50 in 2005.
Paul A. Young retired from the marina business and became a stockbroker and then took up his passion for birds as a full-time "birder." In the early 80's he was regularly leading bird lists during counts around the U.S. for different states. He has flown to Alaska, boated to the Dry Tortugas, and driven to the tip of Argentina closest to the South Pole in his quest for birds. He knows birds by their song, flight, color, and many other ways. His children knew they could always ask him what bird a bird was and be told. Although dense about the value of art, literature, and especially (unfortunately for Deanne) religious art and cartoons (her husband's and daughter's fortés), Paul knew every vole, mole, shrew, mouse, mink, snake, or turtle the children came upon, understood their need to bring deer skulls and bird's nests they'd found home, and generally encouraged them to explore nature with ferverant love. Birding is a funny thing because the people are trusted to be telling the truth. Many connect with Paul A. Young by email and phone to inquire about a bird they think they saw, and 4 Sunday paper supplements have followed him from Troy, Michigan (The "Detroit News") to Spring Hill, Florida (The "St Peterburg Times" Hernando edition) telling of his exploits as a birder with large color photos on 5-page spreads, the reporter accompanying him and a few others on a bird count. Don't know if they are given his name by the Audobon Society or he's just lucky, but each reporter who wrote of him noted that it was immediately obvious he was trustworthy, hawk-eyed, professor-like, a Perry Mason-Atticus Finch at first sight (as compared to Doctor Smith on the Lost in Space 1960's television serial, for example).
Paul also underwent a delicate heart surgery where pig's valves replaced two of his own heart valves while he was taken off his heart and slowly put back on it incrementally to check for leaks and ensure it pumped on its own, and then deliberately kept unconscious several days and brought back slowly. His cardiologist told him most men he talked about it with were not able to go through with it but Paul had the right attitude so he went ahead and performed it although Paul was 85 years old. A surgical incision had to be made through his neck that night to stop some bleeding. He underwent another operation to remove fluid from a lung. But he made it to physical rehab and got back his strength and kept his sharp mind throughout the 17-week ordeal. (This is an accomplishment.)
Deanne, who was born in Detroit and married in Tampa, Florida, had two daughters by Daniel C. Myers, whom she married in 1987: Mary Au Sable Myers - born in 1988, and Marina Martha Myers - born in 1994, were both born in Tampa. Mary and Marina both were placed in the gifted program at school by 3rd grade and both share a gifted IQ (which means, 130 on up) and scoring consistantly in the 98th percentile on standardized reading and math tests, meaning that 2% of their peers can read and write or do math as well as or better than them. Mary won second place for 10th grade in poetry in the nation's 7th largest school district, Hillsborough County, Florida's 'Teachers of English Creative Writing Competition' and first place for poetry, 11th grade, the next year. She took a rigorous creative writing course of study in her arts high school and got a special High School degree with recognition of passing a 4-year-creative writing major. She also passed several college freshmen classes in high school and did not need to take them again in college. She is attending a public university's Honor's College on a full scholarship in honor of her high grades and ranking academically. She is a born artist who carries a sketchbook everywhere and does gifted artwork as well as puts comic strips online at Comics Genesis and has written a novel she hasn't tried to sell yet.
Dan Myers and his father Joseph D. Myers have filled over 250 Florida churches, chapels and temples with stained glass, hand-painted in Renaissance or Byzantine style and designed by them. Inarguably, Dan and Joe have some of their best painted stained glass art in the same church--Christ the King Catholic Church in Tampa, Florida.(archives, St. Petersburg Times; website, Christ the King Catholic Church, Tampa, Florida under "history".) Other lovely windows by Joe can be seen at the Holy Mother of God Russian Orthodox Church in Tallahassee, Florida, and by Dan at St. Andrews United Methodist Church in Brandon, Florida, and The H. Lee Moffat Cancer Center in Tampa. The Myers' also have stained glass art in 3 high schools, 3 theme parks including SeaWorld of Texas, and many homes, resuarants, etc. Joe Myers died in 1989 and Dan became permanently disabled and had to stop working in 2000. Deanne worked with the Myers' for 20 years , helping in all facets of the stained glass window business. Mostly she kept the artists, who lacked business sense, in business, as her grandmother Martha Marie Moisan had done for her grandfather Paul H. Young. Jos. D. Myers also has two murals on the National Registry of Historic Places--one in the Post Office in downtown Lake Worth, Florida depicting an alligator hunt, and one in the boardroom of Tampa International Airport (done with George Snow Hill) of the Tony Jannus Landing.
The other son of Paul H Young, Jack, had 5 children, 3 surviving; Denise, 55, with one son Jason, 27, and grandson Kirk, 3; Todd, no children, and Scott, two children - J, 20, and Chloe, 12. Two of Jack's sons are deceased: Greg Young, a commercial airline pilot, who committed suicide in 2005, leaving two children, J and J, both 18-22 and without issue yet, and Kirk Young, who died in his 20's in 1986 of exposure when a salmon pulled him out of his boat on Lake Michigan within site of his lake-front home. The rod with salmon still attached was found at the lake bottom to explain to the stunned people of the Mission Point area of Traverse City, Michigan what had happened to Kirk and his older fishing buddy, who drowned.(Traverse City's newspaper for Mission Point,archives,March or April 1985)
The genes are good, Deanne maintains, because, without regard to who the spouse might be and what she or he brings to the table, descendants of Captain John Browning by way of William-John-John-Francis-Jacob-Edmund-David-Mary-Alice-Paul- have produced a commercial airline pilot, an organic chemist-almost, 2 born-naturalists who self-studied and knew nature very well, a stockbroker, several small business owners and a college student attending 4 years on scholarship, standing out in the Honors Class of her freshman class at the university, living in the Honors Dorm, which demands a high grade average, and a passionate member of The Japan Club and the Kendo Club (Japanese swordfighting). Well, it's not like the great American northwoods are around the youngest descendant and so her experience with them is a total of 4 days, 4 nights in her 18 years--- naturally she's going to be passionate about what she knows. In this case, always bored with her bright mind forced to be bruised by low-quality network television, unable to ever buy the movie or see it or get the DVD or video, so, having had to miss out on her entire peers' culture, unable to buy CDs, load MP3s, etc, she did what she could do in a house where alll the books are boxed up as there are no shelves for them--she taught herself a language that looked like a code and so intrigued her--Japanese. Now she's in love with all things Japanese. They were the only people who let her download their movies for free while she went through her impoverished childhood from age 10-18. She was unable to connect with the things America offered teens but Japan was there for her, and she's a great fan. All of this will soon be verifiable with the publication of Deanne's memoirs soon.
Meanwhile the reason Deanne is contributing to Wikipedia is to show that the genes are still flowing through the offspring. She would particularly like for suits and ties to know this, that not everyone on Medicaid gives nothing and is useless and all take-take-take.
Although Deanne's ancestors have fought in the Revolutionary War, WW1, WW2, and her children's father served a year in Vietnam, and while her ancestors have been building America and paying taxes to build roads, hire police, preserve parks and the seqouia and redwood forests, give the president of the nation lobster for lunch, and help the poor since 1622 as farmers, burgesses, violinists, bankers, teachers, nuns, and doctors, small business owners and stockbrokers, and though Deanne herself contributed to America's wealth and value system through stained glass art of merit that will last a thousand years and bring many comfort and hope and faith in Biblical tenants such as the Golden Rule, and has paid property taxes, business property taxes, income taxes, occupational license taxes, tangible and intangible taxes,capital gains taxes, social security taxes, sales taxes, and other taxes until she became disabled in 1999, and even since, paying up to $3,100 a year in property taxes, which no one gives her the means to come up with out of her social security disability checks of $900 a month that she is raising 2 children with, and has $400 a month left after utility bills for food but is expected to pay $100 a month of that for property taxes and maybe soon another $100 a month for medical and rides to doctors and for prescriptions, though the family already lives off cereal and milk 14 days a month, or else the kids never get new clothes while growing like weeds-- it is at this time that the fair governor of her state says to a standing ovation of suits and ties, "It's high time the people on Medicaid learned that not everything in life is free, like the rest of us had to learn." ("Besides," he says with a twinkle in his eye, "It will teach them discipline.") The insinuation is that people on Medicaid are freeloaders we don't love enough to let get away with this expensive free ride off our backs.
Medicaid is not synonymous with the old "welfare", essentially meaning "the dole", and people who need to learn self-discipline are not its base. Only 100% disabled adults can get on Medicaid, and only the poorest of those, and their disability is verified by Social Security's own doctors.
"It's high time the people on Medicaid ..." assumes these people have been on it all their lives when actually they've worked and paid taxes all their lives and then became disabled when they became terminally ill. They may have been on it for 4 years,or 4 months. Now they are near death. How is it "high time" anything for the people on Medicaid? Many of them just got there. Many can't move or bath themselves. Have mercy on them, don't think they need to learn a lesson!
Learn discipline--he means self-discipline. (Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he likes the idea of us all hitting their hands when they "hold them out for help"...) Learn self-discipline: whoops, now we know who he thinks is on Medicaid. People who need to learn self-discipline anyway, so let's make them.
"The rest of us": There's them; there's the rest of us. In no way could somebody on Medicaid be "the rest of us." The ones who learned not everything in life is free. People who have to wait until July to develop Christmas photos of their children and can never get the annual school pictures or yearbook for their kids know not everything in life is free. Those who are frequently invited out to eat or to rich men's Bar-B-Qs or who when they go to purchase something are told by the seller "Don't worry. I want to give it to you. Take it, on me" because they are in positions of importance, may be the ones missing out on this lesson, but nobody poor is.
"The rest of us" demonstrates that this man in a position to change Medicaid laws in his state thinks the people on Medicaid are a stagnant crew. This is backed up in views stated by other members of his family: "These people had nothing."
Wrong! Deanne and her children have computers, DVD players, TVs, family photos, the memoirs of a few ancestors, books written by family members, including the famed "More Fishin Less Fussin" by Paul H. Young (Chauncey, ibid.), books written about family members by Esquire magazine founder Arnold Gingrich and Judge John Voelker (the real author of "The Anatonmy of a Murder", using the pen name Robert Travers); books left her by her grandfather Paul H. Young including leather-bound Shakespeares and the first edition of "Gone With the Wind", books to read, bought during the 25 years she worked 40 hours a week; home movies, journals, magazines she loves, newspaper articles about people she knows, including herself, letters from ancestors, friends, family... pencils and stationery from her grandfather's sporting goods store and her father's sporting goods store, knick knacks and souvenirs of trips and fun times, art her children made, their love notes to her and stories they wrote, their Principal's Honor Roll report cards and all their awards from school, and an unsubmitted novel her teenager wrote. She has her IQ, which is the same as her daughters', proving that sometimes the father's or mother's doesn't stop the long-inherited high IQ at all, doesn't reduce it a bit; she has her curious mind, her intelligence keeping her busy with the tools and treasures she has even though such an IQ is really missing out when it's in someone too poor to take it traveling or to plays, musicals, museums, clubs, experiences, classes, movies, parks, or even a beach. When you cannot buy an interesting book or see an interesting movie or TV show because it's on cable, or cannot get the same pleasure out of the internet as those with money, you feel the pain of not being able to take your brain where it interests you. But, while lovehere lacks the money to provide authentic life experiences for her kids or self, she still has a lot--she has everything, she spent 25 years working, you know, for a living--she's not just going to throw everything she has from that out because she's dying. Medicaid, bottom line, is not a synonym for "life-long freeloader" but "young pretty American girl with good start in life gets caught terminally ill without health insurance with two children under 10 and has to go on government medical program ". This has traced one side of Deanne's family backwards here--her paternal grandfather's mother's history. Some is also known about some of the other sides making her up genetically: that there were mayors, father and son, of cities in Leichtenstein in her maternal grandfather's family,a doctor on her paternal grandmother's side, and lots of Catholic nuns on four sides out of 8. lovehere think Deanne deserves an apology for her countrymen being told of her that she is undisciplined and it's high time she learned the free ride's over --just to cut spending for the poor to keep the governor's tax cuts for the rich in place. He admitted that was his real reason for pushing Medicaid cuts-- not to confer discipline on the recipients, but just to pay for his tax cuts to the rich. That he'd just "said that" about discipline.(St. Petersberg Times archives, see Jeb Bush, 2006) How many of us think the people on Medicaid have been poor all their lives and draining the system of money that they just abuse drugs with ? How many of us think this because our governor told us this? Did we notice that was what he was insinuating? Did we just accept it as fact? We on Medicaid need help. We're going to die. We have kids. Taking more of our money we have to raise families on from us is not going to help us--its the opposite of what we need--more money. But yet, see what happens. Alice Browning-Lionberger-Young died, and then all 3 of her sons succeeded well in life. Her 2 daughters didn't do badly either, one marrying a banker and one a doctor. Deanne may be flopping around on the family tree like a fish out of water, but her daughters, and their children, will continue to pass down that select genetic determination that has stayed the course in all the good people on this list of lovehere's ancestors, a noble, honest soul, from burgess to birder. It's high time we really know who's on Medicaid. Those leaders who don't know should not be allowed to affect their lives at all. Is that how we're plotting to respond to the "why don't we follow the Canadian and European basic right to health care model"? By pretending that all those in need of medical care here are third-rate fringe members of society to begin with so we can just blow them and their needs and rants off? What happens when it turns so there's enough of us on the non-insured side to call your game? Canada can't get away with telling her citizens that those who need government health care are the losers you always see in every city-- too many winners need it. How dare we even try this stuff?
Lovehere is terminally ill and trying to keep her 12-year-old with her as long as she can rather than give her up to the foster home system, as there are no uncles or aunts, and 12-year-old girls in foster care are thought to be prematurely sexually active and sneaky and full of problems and in need of mental-illness medications(St. Petersberg Times, in story of adopted foster child returned to system,archives, 2006), which means: A - No one will try to adopt one, or B - Other girls in group foster care with her her age may indeed really fit this stereotype and beat her up, etc... Either way, her mother intends to live as long as she can with the hope that the girl will be at least 16 or 17 and able to live with her college-student sister a short while and then on her own live at college so that she can bypass the foster care system and keep all the family archives she wants. Actually Mum hopes to see 100. But she is 52 and terminally ill and, she might not. At least the guv'nor ought to see what our real problems are and stop hating us and mouthing off about us with lies. We're the children of the backbone of this country. They gave you all they had because you pretended you would treat us right. Always pretending you looked out for the next generations, cared as much as anybody about the future generations of Americans. We need some love here.
Recently a cousin of lovehere mocked his sister's husband for being on "disability" with the government "yet he fishes all the time." It turned out the man had four pins and lots of scar tissue in his back from bad disk operations and couldn't move well and could only get the pain medicine he needed by being on Medicaid. This pain medicine then allowed him to function enough to fish now and then. Instead, we want them to be in bed unmoving before we allow them to be on disability. Why can't we see that they cannot work but still don't want to just roll over and die, and knowing that they are basically bedridden, took what they hoped wasn't their last fishing outing although they fear it was? They are in bed 28 days a month and vegetating in front of non-cable TV but we can't let them go smell the great outdoors one last time, two last times, even if it keeps them from expensive bed-sore treatment-- what are we so hate-filled for? We say our teenagers are so filled with hate they shoot up schools , but we don't see how we are filled with hate, too? Dan Myers is on oxygen and can't walk 5 steps without resting but he has to take lovehere's garbage out--she can't. Does that walk outdoors he has to do make you angry? "Look, look, he's standing outside enjoying the breeze! Let's report him. He's cheating the government!" Why is there all this hate? Why was it even in lovehere's Governer's words? Lots of people will think he's right!
And so lovehere has come.
2000 Presidential candidate Dennis Kocinich had some good ideas. He said we needed to stop the 'us and them' mentality and think of all of us as 'us'. And he said we needed to love more and try to understand the other view, to listen to it. "Oh, right; let ourselves be annihilated, no pre-empive strikes," the others jeer. "The sissy candidate." He certainly wasn't photogenic--God gave him a small slender body to work with. You knew no one was going to give HIM a chance. The new catch-phrase with Christians is "Be the first to love." If espoused by a Presidential candidate, he'd be out of the line-up in moments. Lovehere herself isn't certain she's able to do that. She's starting with those she dislikes impersonally; maybe she'll forgive her country's misleading leaders and dis-interested countrymen someday. Not first.
She starts with Anna Nicole. How could that old old man make her do things, "earn" the money he gave her--why didn't he just help her out? Send her to college? Why'd he have to make her shed her morals and so never think she was worthwhile again because she sold out? He could have just helped her, not asked for the right to touch her skin, etc., back. Well yeah, that's just what we all wish we had been doing at the moment of death, right after we've just died--dropping envelopes in people's laps that gave them clothes or a home or a college education from a white steed. Because usually we're pursueing our wants and desires. In this case the old man wanted to be able to get what he could get at 20, and he was no dummy--he knew he had to pay for that. If she wanted the money or needed it enough, she was welcome to earn it his way. So it wasn't really his fault--he wanted something he could only get by paying for it. So, he did. Yeah, it would have been a lot more like noble if he'd just given the girl a college education or something. But he wasn't into noble. He probably had mottos up the yinyang about getting the most out of your money, never giving for free what he can get something for. So I forgive him, her... now let's see can I go on to those crushing me now.
Let's see. In Catholic morals class, we were told we're only responsible for what we know BUT--we're responsible for knowing. How do we know what to know? Usually we think the newspaper tells us and we've got a handle on it all if we read one. But so far it's staying away from defining who gets Medicaid. I guess at that point, if your Governor of your state had something to say on that that the newspaper would pick it up, namely, wink wink these freeloaders on society are going to find it a little more painful to be irresponsible haha . We are told that only high school students make the minimum wage and only for a short period of their lives. If there is nothing wrong with the disabled getting the equivalent of minimum wage--$10,000 in 2006 for a family of three--why aren't we simply told the truth about who gets so little-- why are we told it is only high school students with no dependants? If we admitted a family of three could not be sustained on $10,000 a year we would not be able to get away with giving families on SSI or SSD so little. Reading or hearing the words lovehere's governor chose to define Medicaid recipients, everyone is going to think Medicaid is the new euphemism for "welfare" which means "unproductive marginal members of society who can't be bothered working for a living like the rest of us have to." (Hint, hint--if we all acted like the Medicaid recipient, there'd be no welfare department or whatever ; no taxes could be collected if we were all bums...)
He made the wrong comparision here, trying to compare Medicaid, because it's such a shabby program the doctors who take it have shabby waiting rooms just like welfare used to, with welfare; not even comparing, just substituting the word.
Welfare was actually a much more lenient program many more could get on than can get on Medicaid. You could have a 2-parent household, and Mom could be faking backaches and getting morphine pumps and being high all day and Dad could be selling weed and Mom could go to the welfare office and get the family on welfare a couple months by saying Dad was out of work. Even, self-employed and out of work. Soon, though, Dad would get daily letters demanding he seek employment. Excuses didn't wash--like that he had no car to go to 10 interviews in 15 days, and no bus fare--and if he didn't comply, they were taken off welfare straight-away. Welfare was just food stamps and Medicaid and a small check every month--under $500, no matter how many children you had. Medicaid is a medical program for those too poor to get medical care otherwise, divided between children and adults who can't work. Over half it's recipients are under 18. A good chunk of the rest is in nursing homes. The leftovers are people deemed disabled 100% for at least one year. They can only get it by being on SSI--a government program that gives a poor family of 3, currently, $724 a month to live off. Only 3 states, including California and Hawaii, give an extra $100 to their recipients because it costs higher to live in those states.
Those on it get treated lousy enough anyway without future cuts being made. For example, Deanne Young still has to pay her property tax, and the value of her home went up from being a $28,000 house to a $106,000 house with taxes commensurate while not only was nothing new done to the house but the house fell more and more apart every day, being built of wood in 1924 and its termite population increased annually by the termite swarms living inside its structure. After 3 years of non-pay, she'll lose her house at auction on the courthouse steps for back property taxes, and will be homeless while she's dying, and have to go in a nursing home for no other reason than that, while her young teen will have to go to foster care. Because they sure can't keep their house; there's no money for $1500-$3000 a year in property taxes, but the county took away her disability tax exemption, saying she had to be in a wheelchair. (Like dying isn't good enough.) Can she forgive the Governor? She doesn't know. Not even welfare was like he was talking about. If you know so little about its reality, how can you talk about it, get irritated about it, say it's recipients sit around on their porches waiting for the welfare check? If they don't have air-conditioning in their Florida home, all they can do is sit on the porch. How can people hate them for that? Lovehere recalls her dog getting out the door one day at 7 a.m. as she got her newspaper, so she went after him. Social conscience, you know--don't want him causing a car to swerve into a tree to avoid him. Halfway around the block she was whistled down by two undercover cops in front of a used car lot because that's what you have on your block if you're poor. The cops wanted her name and what she was doing there. After she said her name they said ,"What other names do you have?" Confused, she said, "That's my only name". Then they asked her if she'd ever been to jail. She said "No". They said, "Come on, everybody's been in jail at least once." Indignantly she said, "Well I never was and neither was anybody I've ever known." (Eventually they followed her home and checked out her I.D., then said "Let that be a lesson to you not to leave home without your I.D." --Excuse me, I mean, to chase after a dog? He'd be dead, if you had to go grab your I.D.!) The point is,she never knew anyone who went to jail, she never knew anyone on welfare, and it's true that that's because those people are some steps below the kind of people she's known her whole life. But a governor has got to be careful with the words he uses... especially one who sent the federal government back millions in federal "matching" funds in 2005 by not spending the same amount on health care for the poor because he felt that they didn't really need to. That money would be making Deanne's upcoming death a lot more easier to bear; she could replace the oven lightning disabled in 2002, the lawn mower stolen in 2003, and if doctors were paid decently, she could keep the same good doctors she has had. Instead they all drop Medicaid(Pensacola News Journal, November 20, 2006-"Compensation so low, few participate in Medicaid") and she has to find another one who'll accept it and each time, she leaves a nice waiting room with TV, magazines, short waits, for a filthy little waiting room crawling with sick babies and no magazines, no TV and they are herded like cattle through it, the doctor determined to get his regular $100 a patient off Medicaid by seeing 4 Medicaid patients for $25 each in the time he gives one normal patient; and only doctors willing to wait 9 months to get paid take Medicaid --usually new foreigners trying to get any business; and once they have one, they drop the Medicaid people.
Only one oral surgeon in her county and three surrounding ones takes Medicaid; he will not pull her teeth broken off at the gumline because she has a heart ejection fraction of 15% and he feels she needs a hospital setting and cardilogist present for anesthesia and he cannot practice in a hospital with a cardilogy department presence.Without the teeth pulled she has had to put off needed chemotherapy for three years now, as it ruins a chemotherapy program to stop it long enough to bring the blood-clotting ability of her body up to par so she won't bleed to death having teeth pulled. It is likely now too late for the chemotherapy--that is not something one can delay for 3 years!Where once there was high hopes of a heart transplant following the successful treatment of another terminal diseaese of hers, she moves closer to the point of no return with each day that her oral surgery is delayed.
Medicaid is not jail: is not welfare. Some think they're the same because the people are treated the same and look like the same people to you--but really they are just poor and very ill, or disabled--they are not morally lacking or criminals or deadbeats --they're just a similar grouping of the nation's poor. Any group of them is going to look pathetic. It is not a reason to hate them. Some of them seem to have an attitude because they are tired of being treated like "Untouchables". It's not a reason to hate them.
We said we welcomed all men who would be free. Now we want to alienate a certain group of them--the poorest. When Catherine Fitts, Assistant Secretary of Housing, Federal Housing Commissioner, HUD, 1989-1990 , trained a group of 'project' mothers in computer data processing during the Clinton Administration, that Administration recognized her with an award. But in the halls, co-workers grabbed her and said "Don't be stupid! We buy up Section 8 housing in chunks at auction, counting on the average poor person to stay poor 76 years--don't mess with my millions I'd lose! Don't teach those (people) computers!" (Chris Sanders, Scoop Media, October 2003, "Where is the Collateral?"; Independent Audit Report, Dept. of Defense, 2-26-02, "$1.1 Trillion Missing from DOD"; wheresthemoney.com; Dennis Kucinich, NPR's "Morning Edition", 6-28-03,http:// www.denniskucinich.us) There's money here in poor people.
This entry about this Wikipedia user is as fair and balanced as life is fair and balanced, takes no hate stance or viewpoint in politics, etc., only a desire to prove that the people on Medicaid are likable, good, contributing people, and a brief reason why she feels a drive to do good on this project to prove this; money here, hate here, and now love here.
