My friend Ivan Eland knows him. And because in his book Recarving Rushmore, Ivan rates John Tyler as the best president, Ivan has given a talk (I think even more than one talk) at a Tyler event to celebrate the grandfather.
That’s a nice reminder that our nation is young. It still fascinates me that when my Dad (born 1920) was a kid, there were still civil war vets around. I never bothered to ask him whether he spoke with any of them.
Joseph Stalin’s grand daughter operates a gift shop in Oregon, selling locally crafted items, including apparatus to exploit Oregon’s lenient cannabis environment.
Svetlana was an artsy hippie, the type who commonly deported to Siberia during that period. Her KGB detail code named her “the kookoo bird.”
Nikita Krushchev’s son – “We will bury you!” – was tenured at Brown Univ. Where he lived, not in a workers collective, but a bourgeois suburban tract house, with barbeque and pool, suffering the miseries of capitalist oppression, a/k/a the american dream.
There’s a double irony, as he ended up at Brown, which, in fine Ivy League tradition, houses more marxists than U. of Moscow.
But…do any of his descendants sing for Aerosmith?
My friend Ivan Eland knows him. And because in his book Recarving Rushmore, Ivan rates John Tyler as the best president, Ivan has given a talk (I think even more than one talk) at a Tyler event to celebrate the grandfather.
That’s a nice reminder that our nation is young. It still fascinates me that when my Dad (born 1920) was a kid, there were still civil war vets around. I never bothered to ask him whether he spoke with any of them.
My dad was born in 1924. I too failed to ask this question, but wish I had.
Funner facts:
Joseph Stalin’s grand daughter operates a gift shop in Oregon, selling locally crafted items, including apparatus to exploit Oregon’s lenient cannabis environment.
If you find that dubious, recall a hiccup of history:
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Svetlana-Alliluyeva
Svetlana was an artsy hippie, the type who commonly deported to Siberia during that period. Her KGB detail code named her “the kookoo bird.”
Nikita Krushchev’s son – “We will bury you!” – was tenured at Brown Univ. Where he lived, not in a workers collective, but a bourgeois suburban tract house, with barbeque and pool, suffering the miseries of capitalist oppression, a/k/a the american dream.
There’s a double irony, as he ended up at Brown, which, in fine Ivy League tradition, houses more marxists than U. of Moscow.