The reality was she was ready to be alive, and she was thinking, and was good at being alive for once, but she felt too old to try anything new, so she tried to bide her time well and have fun.
Amelia began to think about plane crashes.
1836
Philadelphia Germans! Do you see your brothers and sisters of the city of Philadelphia losing their essence? The pride of their ethnicity? For too long have our sons and daughters abandoned the purity and pride of living a German life, and have begun to abandon their lineage, betray their ancestors, to forget the language that is their birthright, and become nothing more than the non-people that are the American mutt? Can you imagine your daughter, your son, begetting with the Irish? With the Italians? Or even a Jew?
Be proud, Germans! We offer a different idea! A new weltanschauung for the modern German-American!
The new Rhineland awaits! Field leader Koeper has marked a fertile land on the banks of the Missouri River, and planning for a new township has already begun! With the strife and starvation in our homeland, this may be the only way to ensure the German way of life. I will hope that the reader of this pamphlet understands the holy cause that this undertaking truly is. While our forebearers are in turmoil, and our kin on the dangerous brink of assimilation, this may be the best chance to guarantee German purity moving forward.
The Armin township will be named for the Germanic hero Arminius, a brave warrior and general who defeated the Romans eons ago. This town, named for the man that guaranteed that the German way of life would not be tainted by outsiders, will seek the same goal he did.
Cultural independence for Germans!
10,350 acres have been purchased and are available for those who pledge to join this township. The fertile valley has been called a veritable Eden by Friedrich Koeper, who has written at length about the German potential of the Duden River Valley.
Come to register at the Philadelphia Settlement Society for Proud Germans at 130 Hursch Street in Philadelphia, PA.
March 2019
So when the rain came down in sheets so quickly that it obfuscated all vision in front of him, a teenager pulled his truck off of a dirt road and meandered through a short patch of gravel toward a small carport underneath a short bridge elevating yet another country road. And since the truck itself was weathered and tended to groan, he had tentatively decided to wait out the worst of the rain and make the last stretch toward the paved state highway after a brief respite in this little enclosed cover.
He had just gotten some pussy and had about a three-hour deadline to get back home, at around 8 a.m., when his parents would wake up and notice him missing or wouldn’t.