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My Stolen Diaries – Chapter Three: White Street

[Catch up on earlier Chapters: Disclaimer, Chapter One, Chapter Two]

Chapter Three


It was January 1960, and Mem and Mom were always talking about the big news of the time: Elvis was in the army, Senator Kennedy was running for President and Mem got a Saturday job working at the Woolworth’s lunch counter on Main Street.

But I cared little about any of that. I was in my own little world, in my own little life.

We lived in Bridgetown, Connecticut in a tenement on White Street, although there weren’t too many white people.

Our top-floor railroad apartment was laid out in a single long line of rooms: from the kitchen to the living room, to the bedroom that Mom shared with Mere Germaine, to my grandmother’s bedroom at the end. I slept with Mem.

The kitchen was large and had plenty of cupboards. There was one extra-large cupboard to the left of the sink, filled to capacity with empty shoe boxes. I hated that cupboard. I hated the shoe boxes even more.

The tiny bathroom was directly off the kitchen to the left and lined up with a long creepy hallway that ran from the bathroom all along the length of the entire apartment and ended up at a dark, steep, and narrow stairwell that led down twenty steps or so to the front door.

We never used that door, because it was padlocked — sealed shut and unusable. So the only way in and out of the apartment was to climb the several rows of steep stairs in the back of the house and enter through the kitchen. Only one way in and one way out. A real fire trap.

Our apartment was run down, but Mem kept it spotless, which unfortunately didn’t stop the cockroaches and rodents from invading.

I hated the roaches. Big bad cockroaches. They came out fast and furious.  And they were bold. I would stamp my foot next to them to scare them, but they wouldn’t budge. The roach brigade usually made their debut anytime it went from dark to light.

When we would enter the kitchen at night – and turn on the lights, all the cockroaches would frantically scurry around the walls, trying to flee from the brightness. Hundreds of cockroaches would cover the walls of our kitchen. They came in droves. Welcome home.

The roach activity was horrifying.  But it was just the way it was.  Mom would carry on and throw a fit, but not me – and never Mem.

But I was most petrified of the rodents. They were probably rats, but I don’t think I could have survived living there, thinking they were rats.

I insisted on sleeping with the bedroom light on even though Mem preferred the light out. No way I was sleeping in the dark. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that on White Street, everything scary came out in the dead of night.

Despite the rats and the bugs, I never imagined that there was a better way to live. I didn’t realize at the time that we were poor and living in squalor conditions. It was just home to me.

At night I would help Mem set up the rodent traps. I hated it, but the thought of having hungry mice – or worse – roaming around our apartment was even scarier. So, our routine before going to bed was to lay traps all over the apartment. And if Mere Germaine weren’t already asleep, she would cut up the cheese.  Mom refused to help us.

Poor Mom. She would yelp every time she heard a trap snap. Snap, snap, snap. All night long.

Early every morning, Mem would grab a shoebox from the dreaded cupboard, and roam around our apartment, throwing the successful traps into it. The shoebox would be full of rodents with broken necks. Mem would then calmly throw them into a garbage bag and then into the garbage can on our porch, and place the shoebox back in the cupboard next to the sink.

I was a curious child, so I asked Mem a lot of questions about our routine. I wouldn’t call Mem a mouse or rat expert, but she knew a ton of stuff about both.

My math skills weren’t the best, but I knew that where there was one rodent, there were many more. Mem told me that rats have large families—up to forty or fifty. And since rats rarely walk more than a few hundred feet from their birthplace, if I saw one, the other forty or so were probably close by.

The good news from Mem: Rats had a one-year life span, so they didn’t last long.

The bad news from Mem: Rats multiply like rabbits.

And more bad news from Mem: Rats eat mice, so they rarely cohabitate.

Which, for me, meant that the mouse jig was probably up.

As you can imagine (or not), I was obsessed with our uninvited guests. So was Mem, but not in a scared way like me.

Mem would methodically and carefully inspect all of the lower parts of our walls — particularly in the bedrooms, at about one inch from the floor.

According to Mem, rats hugged walls so they would leave behind dark oil marks from their hair. Rat hair oil.

I was frightened. But nothing compared to Mom. She was horrified and disgusted and regularly cried and cried out in fear.

All Mom would ever say was, “We have to get out of here.” But I don’t remember ever thinking that we had to get out.

Click here for Chapter Four: THE YELLOW KITCHEN TABLE

My Stolen Diaries – Chapter Two: To Know Yourself Is to Know Your Family

[Catch up on earlier Entries: Disclaimer, Chapter One]

Chapter Two


        Maternal vs Paternal

For most of my life, I didn’t know much about my family on either side.

My very first memory took place on December 25, 1957, and was of my grandmother.

[Maternal: Relating to, belonging to, or like that of a mother.]

It was late Christmas night, and Mem and I were sitting on the couch, admiring what I thought was a truly magnificent Christmas tree.

Back then, I was known as Tony Michaels and lived with my grandmother, mother, and great grandmother on the wrong side of an already lousy town.

Mem was my grandmother — my surrogate mother. My mom got pregnant, then married, then divorced, at a very young age, so Mem was raising us both.

I knew very little about my father, but what I did know left me afraid. Fear played a significant role in my early years.

Mem had a theory that when I was a baby, I was confused and couldn’t figure out who was the mom. For a while, I called them both Mom. And then after some time, I bestowed upon her the name of Mem.

According to Mem, at ten or so months old, I had brilliantly managed to come up with the French-Canadian name all on my genius own.

Mem was also divorced, and I never met my grandfather. Mere Germaine, my great grandmother, was a widow and lived with us too. And like all the other men in my family, I never knew my great-grandfather either.

Mere Germaine was sleeping that Christmas night and Mom was on a date.

Mem was busily crocheting an afghan. Almost sixty years later, I still curl up with it while watching television and wrap myself up in Mem.

But let’s get back to Christmas night in 1957.

I was four years old, and my head rested on Mem’s shoulder. Mem was preoccupied with her crocheting, and I was trying to be exceptionally quiet because I was hoping that if she forgot that I was there, I could stay up late and wait for Mom.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off when Mem began to poke my arm softly.

When I looked up at Mem, she had a mischievous look on her face as she put her finger up to her mouth to shush me. She then took her finger off her lips and pointed toward the tree.

I took Mem’s cue and gazed at our sparsely decorated tree, adorned with a few strands of blinking lights, some tinsel, and a few ornaments — most of them home-made.

Underneath the tree sat my treasured present from Santa Claus.  She was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen. I named her China because she had a flawless porcelain face and the silkiest long, shiny black hair. China must have been an expensive doll — much more than Mem or Mom could afford.

Anyway, China was sitting under the tree, wearing a red velvet dress that Mem sewed for her, which to my delight, perfectly matched the red Christmas dress she had designed for me.

As I sat looking curiously at the doll under the tree, wondering why Mem was pointing and shushing, I noticed a tiny mouse sniffing around China.

I remember thinking that maybe it was a mouse, or maybe it was something way worse. Our crummy railroad apartment was chock full of all kinds of vermin.

I looked up at Mem, terrified, my heart pounding. But she was smiling ever so softly, still shushing me with her pursed lips.

So I looked back at what I hoped was a mouse from Mem’s perspective.

As a child, I was molded entirely by the three unforgettable women in my life. What they saw I saw. What they felt, I felt. It was me and my alpha female trio.

So if Mem didn’t have a problem with the baby whatever, I was okay with it sniffing around my doll and then snuggling in its lap.

I looked at Mem’s bright and smiling face, as she lightly kissed her index finger and then playfully touched the tip of my nose with it.

Taking my cue from Mem, I laid my head back on her shoulder and fearlessly watched the baby rodent until I drifted away.

My second memory was of meeting my father, back in 1959, when I was six.

[Paternal: Of or relating to, or like that of a father.]

Here’s how the meeting went down:

I was sitting on a stoop, waiting for my father, Mick Michaels, to arrive. I didn’t know him and didn’t know what to expect. As usual, I was full of angst.

A black vehicle rolled up, and a young man jumped out of the car. He was dark-haired with swarthy skin — not light-skinned like Mom or Mem or Mere Germaine.

I stared intently at him as he came around the back of the car to greet me. He had dark, piercing eyes.

It was then that I noticed a young woman sitting in the front passenger seat, her scowling face pressed against the car window.

He roughly tweaked my cheek, which broke me out of my spell. He had an etch-a-sketch in his hand, and as he thrust it into mine, the woman rolled down the window.

My father turned his back to me and spoke to the woman. “Get in the back.”

“Fuck you. Put the kid in the back.”

He shrugged his shoulders and turned to face me. I was shaking and screaming inside.

He opened the back door, and I miserably got into the car behind the woman.

Click here for Chapter Three: WHITE STREET

My Stolen Diaries – Chapter One: In The Beginning

[Catch up on earlier Entries: Disclaimer]

Chapter One


It all started with diary number one. When I was seven years old, my Aunt Mona gave me a pink diary for my birthday. I wrote in it every day, and when it filled up, I got another, and another, and another.

Too young to know better, I believed those chintzy locks and keys kept my diaries safe from the outside world. All of my thoughts, fears, dreams, and schemes were packed into those volumes for me and me alone to write, read, and reread. And in so doing, to never forget. Or so I thought.

I stored them under whatever bed I was sleeping in. A collection of heartwarming, terrifying, funny, and not so funny words. I took those twenty-six letters in the alphabet and created a magnum opus out of them.

In my naiveté, it never occurred to me that anyone could be so deceitful as to read them. And I never thought anyone else would have a faint interest in what I felt or thought anyway.  And yet I kept those diaries safe and sound under locks and keys just in case. At last count, I had over forty of them and a President Kennedy key ring full of tiny diary keys.

I have been keeping a written recording of my life since elementary school. I still keep a diary although now I call them journals.

My treasured Kennedy key ring is gone. And with it all the keys, and yes, the older diaries are gone too.

Stolen, read and interpreted. Or I should say misinterpreted.

And that’s what this story is about. In the pages to follow I will try to remember the entries, the momentous and not so momentous times in my life.

But the diaries are gone, so I can’t recreate the voluminous entries spanning a lifetime in a Dear Diary format.

But what I can do, is recreate the diary entries from the volumes seared in my memories.

And to the thief, and you know who you are:

You might have been able to dispose of the diaries, but you can never do away with my memories, my words, or what’s in my mind.

Click here for Chapter Two: To Know Yourself Is to Know Your Family

My Stolen Diaries: A Novelog

I have decided to go for it and start blogging my novel titled My Stolen Diaries.

In doing so, I first needed to create a blog category, so after much thought, I finally settled on:  Teri’s Novelog

The only way as a reader, that you will be able to keep up with my novelog, is to read from top to bottom. If you want to catch up with whatever I have added, you’ll need to remember where you left off.

Sorry about that.

One day I’ll turn it into an actual book, but I’ve been saying that for the past fifteen years, so in the meantime, here it is.

First things first.

My disclaimer:

My Stolen Dairies is a work of fiction. F-I-C-T-I-O-N.

Although its format is based on a personal diary, it’s not real.

It’s made up.

Places and time have been moved around to accommodate the book, and except the mentioning of some public figures, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

The events expressed in My Stolen Diaries are those of the characters and should not be confused with the views and opinions of the author (me).

The author will not be held responsible or liable for any perceived or actual loss or damage to any person or entity, directly or indirectly caused by or alleged to have been caused by anything in My Stolen Diaries.

If anyone happens to see themselves in any of the characters, that’s on them and a figment of their overly imaginative imagination.

Click here for Chapter One: In The Beginning


I was cleaning out some old files today and found Chiaroscuro, my Brevard College literary magazine from 1972-1973.

I barely remembered the magazine, so imagine my shock when I opened it up and discovered that I was the Editor-in-Chief!

I also forgot about the stuff I wrote in it.

Yikes, it felt surreal reading through my 1972-1973 self.

Of the five things I wrote in Chiaroscuro, one screamed out from the rest:


Individuals are peculiar. They say and do things that they don’t mean and regret later. We are all like that some time or another.

This is how I remember her. Twelve-year-old Joanne was about four feet eight inches, forty-five pounds, with hollow, pitiful blue eyes. Due to her unnatural thinness, her face was sunken and homely. She was one of a family of twelve, her father deceased. Her clothes were tattered and worn and extremely old-fashioned. You’d think this tiny forlorn youth would be understood by her classmates. Instead, she was our victim, marked for ridicule and laughter. I recall that she always appeared to be carrying the world’s grief upon her shoulders.

I never saw her smile.   Not once.    Not ever.

My classmates and I would swarm around her during recess, like bees after honey, and make her cry. One dreary afternoon she shyly approached me and asked if I’d hopscotch with her. I indignantly pushed her down on the playground cement and stalked away, feeling somehow insulted. She didn’t cry, though, for I suppose she was used to it. For the remainder of the school year, we constantly annoyed, ridiculed, and hurt her. And she would attempt nothing, but frown at us and walk with her head down to a secluded corner of the playground where alone, she would sit and stare into some unknown space, and cry sometimes.

Then summer came, and the homely little girl was pushed out of my mind until opening a local newspaper I fell upon her picture. She had died of leukemia, a disease she had known she had for years.

And as I stared at the photograph of the homely little girl with her large hollow eyes and her sunken face, I cried…

                                                for she was smiling…

Jesus. Was I a bully? I don’t even remember Joanne.

Did she even exist?

What was twelve-year-old Theresa trying to say?

Or maybe it was 1972-1973 Teri speaking.

I can’t imagine that I would bully, but then, if Joanne wasn’t real, who was I writing about?

And her clothes couldn’t have been tattered, worn and old-fashioned because we all wore uniforms.

Or maybe I saw Joanne outside of school in crummy old clothing.

But back in the day, I wore used clothes and shoes from Goodwill, so who was I to judge?

And why would I make fun of a homely scrawny kid who appeared to be carrying the world’s grief, when I was similar to Joanne in so many ways.

This also got me thinking about all kinds of places and times and events — triggers be damned.

I shoved Chiaroscuro back into my filing cabinet, depressed, not only by the thought that I might have been a bully but also at the possibility that I was Joanne.

Describing Thanksgiving

When I was in London last November, everyone kept asking me the same question:

What is the meaning of the Thanksgiving holiday?

I didn’t want to insult anyone, so I left out some of the Pilgrim stuff.

How would they have felt if I told them that the Pilgrims were refugees fleeing persecution due to the brutality of the English monarchy?

They would surely have been insulted if I said to them that the Pilgrims fled England because of the despicable treatment by their government due to religious, cultural, and societal intolerance.

So, I told them the bare bones of Thanksgiving:

That in 1620 the Pilgrims sailed from England on the Mayflower and landed near Plymouth Rock in what would later become Plymouth, Massachusetts. The Pilgrims had a good harvest that year, so they wanted to celebrate.

During that “First Thanksgiving,” European Immigrants broke bread with their friendly Native American neighbors in harmony and peace.

I didn’t tell them that the friendship between the immigrants and the Native Americans didn’t pan out and that most of New England’s native population was wiped out over the next few decades.

But what I did tell them was that every year we continue to celebrate the first time that races and cultures came together and left out the ugly stuff that happened after that initial Thanksgiving.

I also told them that in 1863 Abraham Lincoln made it an official national holiday. And that Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving as a holiday just a few months before he delivered the Gettysburg Address, declaring that in America, all men were created equal.

Several Londoners asked me if that meant that Thanksgiving is a celebration of American equality.

My answer was that Thanksgiving celebrates what makes America so great: Religious and personal tolerance, the belief that we are all equal, and the inclusiveness of every culture.

As I explained Thanksgiving, I said the words, but they felt empty to me. I wasn’t buying my explanation.

If I wasn’t buying it, why should they?

Here I was tying Thanksgiving together with America’s core values, but instead of feeling pride, I felt embarrassed, like I was an imposter.

And as I explained that Thanksgiving was a celebration of American values, not only could I see their pessimism, but sadly, inside, I felt it as well.

As I spoke out loud about American racial and religious tolerance, combined with the acceptance of multiculturalism, I was asking myself:

Am I talking American bullshit? Is Thanksgiving a sham? Is it merely an outdated holiday with no actual meaning?

God help us if it is.

The Teri Tome – My 2019 Hits and Misses

I launched my blog The Teri Tome on March 18, 2015, and for those of you who are regular readers, you know that the things I write about run the gamut from personal to political to fiction and anything in between.

And even though The Teri Tome is almost five years old, the angst over whether to click “POST” and shoot my writings through cyberspace has never diminished.

I was recently asked by a friend to sum up 2019 in one word, and my first thought was: POST.

Of all the words I could have come up with, POST was what came to mind.

I guess because everything I do these days always comes back to:

“I’m so going to post a blog about this…”

Whether it be the mundane, the insane, the ridiculous, the heartbreak…

I can’t stop posting. Even when I know it’s not in my best interest.

Every Sunday, I go to the backend of my blog and check out my page views by post for the week.

And it never fails, that I am always shocked at the results.

The posts I hope will be a “Hit” are usually not.

Don’t get me wrong, I always go into my writing frenzy, with the thought in mind that whatever I write will in all probability be a miss.

It’s the only way I can go through the exhausting routine without getting my hopes up that people will like my work, and then being disappointed.

Hit or miss, I write anyway.

And I’m not trying to cry a river but writing a blog post takes a ton of time and energy.

Particularly the posts that are not in my best interest. Those are the most challenging and difficult to write. They take added effort and stamina, but they mostly take courage and a grueling mental toll.

So today being Sunday, I checked out the hits and misses, not only for the week but for all of 2019.

At the end of last year, I put together the Top Hits and Duds of 2018, which included the best and worst of all Teri Tome time (2015-2018).

For 2019, I thought I would change it up a bit.

I wrote 36 blog posts in 2019, so I decided to highlight the top two hits and the number one miss.

And since I took the time and effort today to analyze my best and worst posts of all time (2015-2019), I might as well share the top two hits so that today’s analysis wasn’t a complete waste.

The 36 posts I wrote in 2019 generated over 140,000 page views, which I suppose is okay.

I say okay, because in 2018, I only wrote 18 posts and had close to the same number of page views, so for 2019, double the posts did not equate to double the views. Not even close.

Oh well, let’s hope for better results in 2020.

I’ll start with the worst miss of 2019:

#1 MISS 

MY STOLEN DIARIES: A NOVELOG: Okay, to be fair, I only wrote this blog post one week ago, so it will take some time for it to work its way through the internet. And I’ve only blogged one chapter so far! I am so hoping that this post does well for the main reason that it is excerpted from a novel I have been writing — for like a gazillion years. Plus, I invented the word NOVELOG to describe my novel-in-a-blog, and I am hoping it sticks as a solid description for writers out there who are looking for a word to describe their efforts to blog their novels. #NOVELOG

And now for my top two 2019 posts:

#1 HIT

U.S. SENATE SEATS UP FOR REELECTION IN 2020: I was super happy that this blog post was the 2019 top post. First, because people should care about which Senators are up for reelection in 2020, and second, because this post took hours upon hours, and then more hours to pull together. So thanks to my readers for giving back!

#2 HIT

TURKISH SOLDIERS DROVE MY GRANDPARENTS OUT OF SYRIA IN 1920: I was thrilled to see this post hit the number two spot because anyone who has had to suffer at the hands of murdering dictators deserves to get the sympathy and recognition they deserve. Plus, I am so sick of Turkey getting away with their denials and lies about what they did to the Christians during the Armenian Genocide.       


#1 HIT OF 2015-2019

BULLIES ARE COWARDS AND WHY I REFUSE TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK: Year after year, this post continues to outperform all the others, and to date, has garnered over 500,000 page views. And year after year I’m thankful for the blog traffic, but the fact that “bullies” is my number one keyword says volumes about the character of our world. And as history has shown us there are way too many psychopathic bullies out there. And from my own personal experiences, someone with a psychopathic personality disorder will always display some sort of mental disorder topped off by a narcissistic disorder. As far as I’m concerned, all three disorders are little more than a convenient label for crackpots and social deviants who over-estimate and exaggerate their abilities, status, intelligence, and looks.

#2 HIT OF 2015-2019 

MY SUN PHOBIA—JUST CALL ME DRACULESS: Ironically, my number two Teri Tome post of all time also features a mental disorder, this one born from anxiety and fear. To date, the page views for this post has exceeded the 400,000 mark. And since this post is about me, I will confess that through therapy I long ago discovered that my phobia was indeed triggered by an unfortunate event although my trigger had nothing to do with the sun. I’ll leave the full explanation for a future blog post.

In reviewing my 2019 hits and misses, as well as my top two posts of all Teri Tome time, I’m at peace with the results.

And I’m prideful that I continue to push myself to put it all out there, and okay, I have some regrets.

But what I don’t regret is when I am long gone, there will be no doubt about who I was, or what I felt, or where I loved, or why I feared.

Because, the who, what, when, why and where of Teri will be present in each and every post, regardless of whether they hit or miss.

Happy New Year to my loyal readers. I wish for you a 2020 that will turn many of your hopes and dreams into reality.

Current Members of the U.S. House of Representatives

If we’ve learned anything from the 2018 midterm elections, it’s that political complacency is no longer an option. And to effect change, there is no need to look any further than your own legislative backyards.

The 435 U.S. House of Representatives, along with the 100 who serve in the Senate, composes the legislature of the United States.

House Members serve two-year terms and are considered for reelection every even year.

The 2018 United States House of Representatives elections were held on November 6, 2018, and since they serve two-year terms, all 435 will be considered for reelection in 2020.

A member of the House is referred to as a Representative, Congressman, or Congresswoman.

Members of the U.S. House of Representatives each represent a portion of their state known as a Congressional District, which averages 700,000 people. Senators, however, represent the entire state.

Under Article 1, Section 2 of the Constitution, in the House of Representatives, a state’s representation is based on its population as measured by the U.S. Census.

Each state, however, is entitled to at least one Representative. For example, smaller states like Vermont and Delaware have one representative while large states like California have 53 representatives.

The Constitution does not provide for the representation of the District of Columbia or the territories of Puerto Rico, Guam, American Samoa, the Northern Marina Islands, and the U.S. Virgin Islands, although each is represented by one non-voting delegate. They have a voice on the floor but have no voting power.

The House is charged with the passage of federal legislation, otherwise known as bills, which, after concurrence by the Senate, are sent to the President for consideration.

The House also has the exclusive power to initiate bills for raising revenue, to impeach officials, and to choose the President in the event that a presidential candidate fails to get a majority of the Electoral College votes.

The House of Representatives is informally referred to as the “lower” house, while the Senate is referred to as the “upper” house.

The party with the majority of seats in the House is known as the majority party.

In the House of Representatives, the majority party holds significant power to draft chamber rules and schedule bills to reach the floor for debate and voting.

In most cases, House rules will limit debate so that important legislation can be passed during one legislative business day.

To run for House of Representatives, he or she must be at least 25 years of age, have been a citizen of the United States for at least 7 years, and at the time of the election is a resident of the state they represent.   Members are not required to live in the district they represent, but they traditionally do.

Of the current 435 members of the House, 235 are Democrats, 199 are Republicans and there is one vacancy (North Carolina District 9).

The Democrats have taken control of the US House of Representatives for the first time in eight years.

To contact your Representative click here.


Alabama (7 Representatives):  1 Democrat, 5 Republicans

Alaska (1 Representative): 1 Republican

Arizona (9 Representatives): 5 Democrats, 4 Republicans

Arkansas (4 Representatives): 4 Republicans

California (53 Representatives): 46 Democrats, 7 Republicans

Colorado (7 Representatives): 4 Democrats, 3 Republicans

Connecticut (5 Representatives): 5 Democrats

Delaware (1 Representative): 1 Democrat

Florida (27 Representatives): 13 Democrats, 14 Republicans

Georgia (14 Representatives): 5 Democrats, 8 Republicans

Hawaii (2 Representatives): 2 Democrats

Idaho (2 Representatives): 2 Republicans

Illinois (18 Representatives): 13 Democrats, 5 Republicans

Indiana (9 Representatives): 2 Democrats, 7 Republicans

Iowa (4 Representatives): 3 Democrats, 1 Republican

Kansas (4 Representatives): 1 Democrat, 3 Republicans

Kentucky (6 Representatives): 1 Democrat, 5 Republicans

Louisiana (6 Representatives): 1 Democrat, 5 Republicans

Maine (2 Representatives): 2 Democrats

Maryland (8 Representatives): 7 Democrats, 1 Republican

Massachusetts (9 Representatives): 9 Democrats

Michigan (14 Representatives): 7 Democrats, 7 Republicans

Minnesota (8 Representatives): 5 Democrats, 3 Republicans

Mississippi (4 Representatives): 1 Democrat, 3 Republicans

Missouri (8 Representatives): 2 Democrats, 6 Republicans

Montana (1 Representative): 1 Republican

Nebraska (3 Representatives): 3 Republicans

Nevada (4 Representatives): 3 Democrats, 1 Republican

New Hampshire (2 Representatives): 2 Democrats

New Jersey (12 Representatives): 11 Democrats, 1 Republican

New Mexico (3 Representatives): 3 Democrats

New York (27 Representatives): 21 Democrats, 6 Republicans

North Carolina (13 Representatives): 3 Democrats, 9 Republicans (1 vacant seat)

North Dakota (1 Representative): 1 Republican

Ohio (16 Representatives):  4 Democrats, 12 Republicans

Oklahoma (5 Representatives): 1 Democrat, 4 Republicans

Oregon (5 Representatives): 4 Democrats, 1 Republican

Pennsylvania (18 Representatives):  9 Democrats, 9 Republicans

Rhode Island (2 Representatives): 2 Democrats

South Carolina (7 Representatives): 2 Democrats, 5 Republicans

South Dakota (1 Representative): 1 Republican

Tennessee (9 Representatives): 2 Democrats, 7 Republicans

Texas (36 Representatives): 13 Democrats, 23 Republicans

Utah (4 Representatives): 1 Democrat, 3 Republicans

Vermont (1 Representative): 1 Democrat

Virginia (11 Representatives): 7 Democrats, 4 Republicans

Washington (10 Representatives):  7 Democrats, 3 Republicans

West Virginia (3 Representatives): 3 Republicans

Wisconsin (8 Representatives):  3 Democrats, 5 Republicans

Wyoming (1 Representative): 1 Republican

Below is the complete list of current members of the United States House of Representatives by political party and State:


Alabama (District 7): Terri Sewell, Current age: 53

Arizona (District 1): Tom O’Halleran, Current age: 72

Arizona (District 2): Ann Kirkpatrick, Current age: 69

Arizona (District 3): Raul Grijalva, Current age: 71

Arizona (District 7): Ruben Gallego, Current age: 40

Arizona (District 9): Greg Stanton, Current age: 49

California (District 2): Jared Huffman, Current age: 55

California (District 3): John Garamendi, Current age: 74

California (District 5): Mike Thompson, Current age: 68

California (District 6): Doris Matsui, Current age: 75

California (District 7): Ami Bera, Current age: 54

California (District 9): Jerry McNerney, Current age: 68

California (District 10): Josh Harder, Current age:33

California (District 11): Mark DeSaulnier, Current age: 67

California (District 12): Nancy Pelosi (Speaker of the House), Current age: 79

California (District 13): Barbara Lee, Current age: 73

California (District 14): Jackie Speier, Current age: 69

California (District 15): Eric Swalwell, Current age: 39

California (District 16): Jim Costa, Current age: 67

California (District 17): Ro Khanna, Current age: 43

California (District 18): Anna Eshoo, Current age: 77

California (District 19): Zoe Lofgren, Current age: 72

California (District 20): Jimmy Panetta, Current age: 50

California (District 21): T.J. Cox, Current age: 56

California (District 24): Salud Carbajal, Current age: 55

California (District 25): Katie Hill, Current age:32

California (District 26): Julia Brownley, Current age: 67

California (District 27): Judy Chu, Current age: 66

California (District 28): Adam Schiff, Current age: 59

California (District 29): Tony Cardenas, Current age: 56

California (District 30): Brad Sherman, Current age: 65

California (District 31): Pete Aguilar, Current age: 40

California (District 32): Grace Napolitano, Current age: 83

California (District 33): Ted Lieu, Current age: 50

California (District 34):  Jimmy Gomez, Current age: 45

California (District 35): Norma Torres, Current age: 54

California (District 36): Raul Ruiz, Current age: 47

California (District 37): Karen Bass, Current age: 66

California (District 38): Linda Sanchez, Current age: 50

California (District 39): Gil Cisneros, Current age: 48

California (District 40): Lucille Roybal-Allard, Current age: 78

California (District 41): Mark Takano, Current age: 59

California (District 43): Maxine Waters, Current age: 81

California (District 44): Nanette Barragan, Current age: 43

California (District 45): Katie Porter, Current age: 45

California (District 46): Lou Correa, Current age: 61

California (District 47): Alan Lowenthal, Current age: 78

California (District 48): Harley Rouda, Current age: 58

California (District 49): Mike Levin, Current age: 41

California (District 51): Juan Vargas, Current age: 58

California (District 52): Scott Peters, Current age: 61

California (District 53): Susan Davis, Current age: 75 (Retiring)

Colorado (District 1): Diana DeGette, Current age: 62

Colorado (District 2): Joe Neguse, Current age: 35

Colorado (District 6): Jason Crow, Current age: 40

Colorado (District 7): Ed Perlmutter, Current age: 66

Connecticut (District 1): John B. Larson, Current age: 71

Connecticut (District 2): Joe Courtney, Current age: 66

Connecticut (District 3): Rosa DeLauro, Current age: 76

Connecticut (District 4): Jim Hines, Current age: 53

Connecticut (District 5): Jahana Hayes, Current age: 46

Delaware (At Large): Lisa Blunt Rochester, Current age: 57

Florida (District 5): Al Lawson, Current age: 71

Florida (District 7): Stephanie Murphy, Current age: 41

Florida (District 9): Darren Soto, Current age: 41

Florida (District 10): Val Demings, Current age: 62

Florida (District 13): Charlie Crist, Current age: 63

Florida (District 14): Kathy Castor, current age: 53

Florida (District 20): Alcee Hastings, Current age: 83

Florida (District 21): Lois Frankel, Current age: 71

Florida (District 22): Ted Deutch, Current age: 53

Florida (District 23): Debbie Wasserman Schultz, Current age: 53

Florida (District 24): Frederica Wilson, Current age: 77

Florida (District 26): Debbie Mucarsel-Powell, Current age: 48

Florida (District 27): Donna Shalala, Current age: 78

Georgia (District 2): Sanford Bishop, Current age: 72

Georgia (District 4): Hank Johnson, Current age: 65

Georgia (District 5): John Lewis, Current age: 79

Georgia (District 6): Lucy McBath, Current age: 59

Georgia (District 13): David Scott, Current age: 74

Hawaii (District 1): Ed Case, Current age: 67

Hawaii (District 2): Tulsi Gabbard, Current age: 38

Illinois (District 1): Bobby Rush, Current age: 73

Illinois (District 2): Robin Kelly, Current age: 63

Illinois (District 3): Dan Lipinski, Current age: 53

Illinois (District 4): Chuy Garcia, Current age: 63

Illinois (District 5): Mike Quigley, Current age: 61

Illinois (District 6): Sean Casten, Current age: 48

Illinois (District 7): Danny K. Davis, Current age: 78

Illinois (District 8): Raja Krishnamoorthi, Current age: 46

Illinois (District 9): Jan Schakowsky, Current age: 75

Illinois (District 10): Brad Schneider, Current age: 58

Illinois (District 11): Bill Foster, Current age: 64

Illinois (District 14): Lauren Underwood, Current age: 33

Illinois (District 17): Cheri Bustos, Current age: 58

Indiana (District 1): Pete Visclosky, Current age: 70

Indiana (District 7): Andre Carson, Current age: 45

Iowa (District 1): Abby Finkenauer, Current age: 31

Iowa (District 2): Dave Loebsack, Current age: 67

Iowa (District 3): Cindy Axne, Current age: 54

Kansas (District 3): Sharice Davids, Current age: 39

Kentucky (District 3): John Yarmuth, Current age: 72

Louisiana (District 2): Cedric Richmond, Current age: 46

Maine (District 1): Chellie Pingree, Current age: 64

Maine (District 2): Jared Golden, Current age: 39

Maryland (District 2): Dutch Ruppersberger, Current age: 73

Maryland (District 3): John Sarbanes, Current age: 57

Maryland (District 4): Anthony G. Brown, Current age: 58

Maryland (District 5): Steny Hoyer, Current age: 80

Maryland (District 6): David Trone, Current age: 64

Maryland (District 7): Elijah Cummings, Current age: 68

Maryland (District 8): Jamie Raskin, Current age: 57

Massachusetts (District 1): Richard Neal, Current age: 70

Massachusetts (District 2): Jim McGovern, Current age: 60

Massachusetts (District 3): Lori Trahan, Current age: 46

Massachusetts (District 4): Joe Kennedy, Current age: 39

Massachusetts (District 5): Katherine Clark, Current age: 56

Massachusetts (District 6): Seth Moulton, Current age: 41

Massachusetts (District 7): Ayanna Pressley, Current age: 45

Massachusetts (District 8): Stephen F. Lynch, Current age:64

Massachusetts (District 9): Bill Keating, Current age: 67

Michigan (District 5): Dan Kildee, Current age: 61

Michigan (District 8): Elissa Slotkin, Current age: 43

Michigan (District 9): Andy Levin, Current age: 59

Michigan (District 11): Haley Stevens, Current age: 36

Michigan (District 12): Debbie Dingell, Current age: 66

Michigan (District 13): Rashida Tlaib, Current age: 43

Michigan (District 14): Brenda Lawrence, Current age: 65

Minnesota (District 2): Angie Craig, Current age: 47

Minnesota (District 3): Dean Phillips, Current age: 50

Minnesota (District 4): Betty McCollum, Current age: 65

Minnesota (District 5): Ilan Omar, Current age: 38

Minnesota (District 7): Collin Peterson, Current age: 75

Mississippi (District 2): Bennie Thompson, Current age: 71

Missouri (District 1): Lacy Clay, Current age: 63

Missouri (District 5): Emanuel Cleaver, Current age: 75

Nevada (District 1): Dina Titus, Current age: 69

Nevada (District 3): Susie Lee, Current age: 53

Nevada (District 4): Steven Horsford, Current age: 46

New Hampshire (District 1): Chris Pappas, Current age: 39

New Hampshire (District 2): Ann McLane Kuster, Current age: 63

New Jersey (District 1): Donald Norcross, Current age: 61

New Jersey (District 2): Jeff Van Drew, Current age: 66

New Jersey (District 3): Andy Kim, Current age: 37

New Jersey (District 5): Josh Gottheimer, Current age: 44

New Jersey (District 6): Frank Pallone, Current age: 68

New Jersey (District 7): Tom Malinowski, Current age: 54

New Jersey (District 8): Albio Sires, Current age: 68

New Jersey (District 9): Bill Pascrell, Current age: 82

New Jersey (District 10): Donald Payne, Jr., Current age: 61

New Jersey (District 11): Mikie Sherill, Current age: 47

New Jersey (District 12): Bonnie Watson Coleman, Current age: 74

New Mexico (District 1): Deb Haaland, Current age: 59

New Mexico (District 2): Xochitl Torres Small, Current age: 35

New Mexico (District 3): Ben Ray Lujan, Current age: 47

New York (District 3): Thomas Suozzi, Current age: 57

New York (District 4): Kathleen Rice, Current age: 54

New York (District 5): Gregory Meeks, Current age: 66

New York (District 6): Grace Meng, Current age: 44

New York (District 7): Nydia Velazquez, Current age: 66

New York (District 8): Hakeem Jeffries, Current age: 49

New York (District 9): Yvette Clarke, Current age: 55

New York (District 10): Jerrold Nadler, Current age: 72

New York (District 11): Max Rose, Current age: 33

New York (District 12): Carolyn Maloney, Current age: 73

New York (District 13): Adriano Espaillat, Current age: 65

New York (District 14): Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Current age: 30

New York (District 15): Jose Serrano, Current age: 76

New York (District 16): Eliot Engel, Current age: 72

New York (District 17): Nita Lowey, Current age: 82

New York (District 18): Sean Patrick Maloney, Current age: 53

New York (District 19): Antonio Delgado, Current age: 42

New York (District 20): Paul Tonko, Current age: 70

New York (District 22): Anthony Brindisi, Current age: 41

New York (District 25): Joseph Morelle, Current age: 62

New York (District 26): Brian Higgins, Current age: 60

North Carolina (District 1): G.K. Butterfield, Current age: 72

North Carolina (District 4): David Price, Current age: 79

North Carolina (District 12): Alma Adams, Current age: 73

Ohio (District 3): Joyce Beatty, Current age: 69

Ohio (District 9): Marcy Kaptur, Current age: 73

Ohio (District 11): Marcia Fudge, Current age: 67

Ohio (District 13): Tim Ryan, Current age: 46

Oklahoma (District 5): Kendra Horn, Current age: 43

Oregon (District 1): Suzanne Bonamici, Current age: 65

Oregon (District 3) Earl Blumenauer, Current age: 71

Oregon (District 4): Peter DeFazio, Current age: 72

Oregon (District 5): Kurt Schrader, Current age: 68

Pennsylvania (District 2): Brendan Boyle, Current age: 42

Pennsylvania (District 3): Dwight Evans, Current age: 65

Pennsylvania (District 4): Madeleine Dean, Current age: 60

Pennsylvania (District 5): Mary Gay Scanlon, Current age: 60

Pennsylvania (District 6): Chrissy Houlahan, Current age: 52

Pennsylvania (District 7): Susan Wild, Current age: 62

Pennsylvania (District 8): Matt Cartwright, Current age: 58

Pennsylvania (District 17): Connor Lamb, Current age: 35

Pennsylvania (District 18): Michael F. Doyle, Current age: 66

Rhode Island (District 1): David Cicilline, Current age: 58

Rhode Island (District 2): Jim Langevin, Current age: 55

South Carolina (District 1): Joe Cunningham, Current age: 37

South Carolina (District 6): Jim Clyburn, Current age: 79

Tennessee (District 5): Jim Cooper, Current age: 65

Tennessee (District 9): Steve Cohen, Current age: 70

Texas (District 7): Lizzie Pannill Fletcher, Current age: 44

Texas (District 9): Al Green, Current age: 72

Texas (District 15): Vicente Gonzalez, Current age: 52

Texas (District 16): Veronica Escobar, Current age: 50

Texas (District 18): Sheila Jackson Lee, Current age: 69

Texas (District 20): Joaquin Castro, Current age: 45

Texas (District 28): Henry Cuellar, Current age: 64

Texas (District 29): Sylvia Garcia, Current age: 69

Texas (District 30): Eddie Johnson, Current age: 84

Texas (District 32): Colin Allred, Current age: 36

Texas (District 33): Marc Veasey, Current age: 48

Texas (District 34): Filemon Vela, Jr., Current age: 56

Texas (District 35): Lloyd Doggett, Current age: 73

Utah (District 4): Ben McAdams, Current age: 45

Vermont (At Large): Peter Welch, Current age: 72

Virginia (District 2): Elaine Luria, Current age: 44

Virginia (District 3): Bobby Scott, Current age: 72

Virginia (District 4): Donald McEachin, Current age: 58

Virginia (District 7): Abigail Spanberger, Current age: 40

Virginia (District 8): Don Beyer, Current age: 69

Virginia (District 10): Jennifer Wexton, Current age: 51

Virginia (District 11): Gerry Connolly, Current age: 69

Washington (District 1): Suzan DelBene, Current age: 57

Washington (District 2): Rick Larsen, Current age: 54

Washington (District 6): Derek Kilmer, Current age: 45

Washington (District 7): Pramila Jayapal, Current age: 54

Washington (District 8): Kim Schrier, Current age: 51

Washington (District 9): Adam Smith, Current age: 54

Washington (District 10): Dennis Heck, Current age: 67 (Retiring)

Wisconsin (District 2): Mark Pocan, Current age: 55

Wisconsin (District 3): Ron Kind, Current age: 56

Wisconsin (District 4): Gwen Moore, Current age: 68


Alabama (District 1): Bradley Byrne, Current age: 63

Alabama (District 2): Martha Roby, Current age: 42 (Retiring)

Alabama (District 3): Mike Rogers, Current age: 60

Alabama (District 4): Robert Aderholt, Current age: 53

Alabama (District 5): Mo Brooks, Current age: 64

Alabama (District 6): Gary Palmer, Current age: 64

Alaska (At Large): Don Young, Current age: 85

Arizona (District 4): Paul Gosar, Current age: 61

Arizona (District 5) Andy Biggs, Current age: 61

Arizona (District 6): David Schweikert, Current age: 57

Arizona (District 8): Debbie Lesko, Current age: 61

Arkansas (District 1): Rick Crawford, Current age: 53

Arkansas (District 2): French Hill, Current age: 63

Arkansas (District 3): Steve Womack, Current age: 62

Arkansas (District 4): Bruce Westerman, Current age: 52

California (District 1): Doug LaMalfa, Current age: 59

California (District 4): Tom McClintock, Current age: 63

California (District 8): Paul Cook, (Retiring) Current age: 76

California (District 22): Devin Nunes, Current age: 46

California (District 23): Kevin McCarthy (Minority Leader), Current age: 54

California (District 42): Ken Calvert, Current age: 66

California (District 50):  Duncan D. Hunter, Current age: 43

Colorado (District 3): Scott Tipton, Current age: 63

Colorado (District 4): Ken Buck, Current age: 60

Colorado (District 5): Doug Lamborn, Current age: 65

Florida (District 1): Matt Gaetz, Current age: 37

Florida (District 2): Neal Dunn, Current age: 66

Florida (District 3): Ted Yoho, Current age: 64

Florida (District 4): John Rutherford, Current age: 67

Florida (District 6): Michael Waltz, Current age: 45

Florida (District 8): Bill Posey, Current age: 72

Florida (District 11): Daniel Webster, Current age: 70

Florida (District 12): Gus Bilirakis, Current age: 56

Florida (District 15): Ross Spano, Current age: 53

Florida (District 16): Vern Buchanan, Current age: 68

Florida (District 17): Greg Steube, Current age: 41

Florida (District 18): Brian Mast, Current age: 39

Florida (District 19): Francis Rooney, Current age: 66 (Retiring)

Florida (District 25): Mario Diaz-Balart, Current age: 58

Georgia (District 1): Buddy Carter, Current age: 62

Georgia (District 3): Drew Ferguson, Current age: 53

Georgia (District 7): Rob Woodall, Current age: 49 (Retiring)

Georgia (District 8): Austin Scott, Current age: 50

Georgia (District 9): Doug Collins, Current age: 53

Georgia (District 10): Jody Hice, Current age: 59

Georgia (District 11): Barry Loudermilk, Current age: 56

Georgia (District 12): Rick W. Allen, Current age: 68

Georgia (District 14): Tom Graves, Current age: 49

Idaho (District 1): Russ Fulcher, Current age: 57

Idaho (District 2): Mike Simpson, Current age: 69

Illinois (District 12): Mike Bost, Current age: 59

Illinois (District 13): Rodney Davis, Current age: 49

Illinois (District 15): John Shimkus, Current age: 61 (Retiring)

Illinois (District 16): Adam Kinzinger, Current age: 41

Illinois (District 18): Darin LaHood, Current age: 51

Indiana (District 2): Jackie Walorski, Current age: 56

Indiana (District 3): Jim Banks, Current age: 40

Indiana (District 4): Jim Baird, Current age: 74

Indiana (District 5): Susan Brooks, Current age: 59 (Retiring)

Indiana (District 6): Greg Pence, Current age: 63

Indiana (District 8): Larry Bucshon, Current age: 57

Indiana (District 9): Trey Hollingsworth, Current age: 36

Iowa (District 4): Steve King, Current age: 70

Kansas (District 1): Roger Marshall, Current age: 59

Kansas: (District 2): Steve Watkins, Current age: 43

Kansas: (District 4): Ron Estes, Current age: 63

Kentucky (District 1): James Comer, Current age: 47

Kentucky (District 2): Brett Guthrie, Current age: 55

Kentucky (District 4): Thomas Massie, Current age: 48

Kentucky (District 5): Hal Rogers, Current age: 82

Kentucky (District 6): Andy Barr, Current age: 46

Louisiana (District 1): Steve Scalise, Current age: 54

Louisiana (District 3): Clay Higgins, Current age: 58

Louisiana (District 4): Mike Johnson, Current age: 47

Louisiana (District 5): Ralph Abraham, Current age: 65

Louisiana (District 6): Garret Graves, Current age: 47

Maryland (District 1): Andy Harris, Current age: 62

Michigan (District 1): Jack Bergman, Current age: 72

Michigan (District 2): Bill Huizenga, Current age: 50

Michigan (District 3): Justin Amash, Current age: 39

Michigan (District 4): John Moolenaar, Current age: 58

Michigan (District 6): Fred Upton, Current age: 66

Michigan (District 7): Tim Walberg, Current age: 68

Michigan (District 10): Paul Mitchell, Current age: 58 (Retiring)

Minnesota (District 1): Jim Hagedorn, Current age: 57

Minnesota (District 6): Tom Emmer, Current age: 58

Minnesota (District 8): Pete Stauber, Current age: 53

Mississippi (District 1): Trent Kelly, Current age: 53

Mississippi (District 3): Michael Guest, Current age: 49

Mississippi (District 4): Steven Palazzo, Current age: 49

Missouri (District 2): Ann Wagner, Current age: 57

Missouri (District 3): Blaine Luetkemeyer, Current age: 67

Missouri (District 4): Vicky Hartzler, Current age: 59

Missouri (District 6): Sam Graves, Current age: 56

Missouri (District 7): Billy Long, Current age: 64

Missouri (District 8): Jason T. Smith, Current age: 39

Montana (At Large): Greg Gianforte, Current age: 58

Nebraska (District 1): Jeff Fortenberry, Current age: 59

Nebraska (District 2): Don Bacon, Current age: 56

Nebraska (District 3): Adrian Smith, Current age: 49

Nevada (District 2): Mark Amodei, Current age: 61

New Jersey (District 4): Chris Smith, Current age: 66

New York (District 1): Lee Zeldin, Current age: 39

New York (District 2): Peter King, Current age: 75 (Retiring)

New York (District 21): Elise Stefanik, Current age: 35

New York (District 23): Tom Reed, Current age: 48

New York (District 24): John Katko, Current age: 57

New York (District 27): Chris Collins, Current age: 69 (Resigned)

North Carolina (District 2): George Holding, Current age: 51

North Carolina (District 3): Walter Jones, Current age: 76

North Carolina (District 5): Virginia Foxx, Current age: 76

North Carolina (District 6): Mark Walker, Current age: 50

North Carolina (District 7): David Rouzer, Current age: 47

North Carolina (District 8): Richard Hudson, Current age: 48

North Carolina (District 10): Patrick McHenry, Current age: 44

North Carolina (District 11): Mark Meadows, Current age: 60 (Retiring)

North Carolina (District 13): Ted Budd, Current age: 48

North Dakota (At Large): Kelly Armstrong, Current age: 43

Ohio (District 1): Steve Chabot, Current age: 66

Ohio (District 2): Brad Wenstrup, Current age: 61

Ohio (District 4): Jim Jordan, Current age: 55

Ohio (District 5): Bob Latta, Current age: 63

Ohio (District 6): Bill Johnson, Current age: 65

Ohio (District 7): Bob Gibbs, Current age: 65

Ohio (District 8): Warren Davidson, Current age: 49

Ohio (District 10): Mike Turner, Current age: 59

Ohio (District 12): Troy Balderson, Current age: 57

Ohio (District 14): David Joyce, Current age: 62

Ohio (District 15): Steve Stivers, Current age: 54

Ohio (District 16): Anthony Gonzalez, Current age: 35

Oklahoma (District 1): Kevin Hern, Current age: 58

Oklahoma (District 2): Markwayne Mullin, Current age: 42

Oklahoma (District 3): Frank Lucas, Current age: 59

Oklahoma (District 4): Tom Cole, Current age: 70

Oregon (District 2) Greg Walden, Current age: 62

Pennsylvania (District 1): Brian Fitzpatrick, Current age: 46

Pennsylvania (District 9): Dan Meuser, Current age: 55

Pennsylvania (District 10): Scott Perry, Current age: 57

Pennsylvania (District 11): Lloyd Smucker, Current age: 55

Pennsylvania (District 12): Tom Marino, Current age: 67

Pennsylvania (District 13): John Joyce, Current age: 62

Pennsylvania (District 15): Glenn Thompson, Current age: 60

Pennsylvania (District 16): Mike Kelly, Current age: 71

South Carolina (District 2): Joe Wilson, Current age: 72

South Carolina (District 3): Jeff Duncan, Current age: 53

South Carolina (District 4): William Timmons, Current age: 35

South Carolina (District 5): Ralph Norman, Current age: 66

South Carolina (District 7): Tom Rice, Current age: 62

South Dakota (At Large): Dusty Johnson, Current age: 43

Tennessee (District 1): Phil Roe, Current age: 74 (Retiring)

Tennessee (District 2): Tim Burchett, Current age: 55

Tennessee (District 3): Chuck Fleischmann, Current age: 57

Tennessee (District 4): Scott DesJarlais, Current age: 55

Tennessee (District 6): John Rose, Current age: 54

Tennessee (District 7): Mark Green, Current age: 55

Tennessee (District 8): David Kustoff, Current age: 53

Texas (District 1): Louie Gohmert, Current age: 66

Texas (District 2): Dan Crenshaw, Current age: 35

Texas (District 3): Van Taylor, Current age: 47

Texas (District 4): John Ratcliffe, Current age: 54

Texas (District 5): Lance Gooden, Current age: 37

Texas (District 6): Ron Wright, Current age: 66

Texas (District 8): Kevin Brady, Current age: 64

Texas (District 10): Michael McCaul, Current age: 57

Texas (District 11): Mike Conaway, Current age: 71 (Retiring)

Texas (District 12): Kay Granger, Current age: 76

Texas (District 13): Mac Thornberry, Current age: 61

Texas (District 14): Randy Weber, Current age: 66

Texas (District 17): Bill Flores, Current age: 65 (Retiring)

Texas (District 19): Jodey Arrington, Current age: 47

Texas (District 21): Chip Roy, Current age: 47

Texas (District 22): Pete Olson, Current age: 57 (Retiring)

Texas (District 23): Will Hurd, Current age: 42 (Retiring)

Texas (District 24): Kenny Marchant, Current age: 68

Texas (District 25): Roger Williams, Current age: 70

Texas (District 26): Michael Burgess, Current age: 69

Texas (District 27): Michael Cloud, Current age: 44

Texas (District 31): John Carter, Current age: 78

Texas (District 36): Brian Babin, Current age: 71

Utah (District 1): Rob Bishop, Current age: 68 (Retiring)

Utah (District 2): Chris Stewart, Current age: 59

Utah (District 3): John Curtis, Current age: 59

Virginia (District 1): Rob Wittman, Current age: 60

Virginia (District 5): Denver Riggleman., Current age: 49

Virginia (District 6): Ben Cline, Current age: 47

Virginia (District 9): Morgan Griffith, Current age: 61

Washington (District 3): Jaime Herrera Beutler, Current age: 41

Washington (District 4): Dan Newhouse, Current age: 64

Washington (District 5): Cathy McMorris Rodgers, Current age: 50

West Virginia (District 1): David McKinley, Current age: 72

West Virginia (District 2): Alex Mooney, Current age: 48

West Virginia (District 3): Carol Miller, Current age: 69

Wisconsin (District 1): Bryan Steil, Current age: 38

Wisconsin (District 5): Jim Sensenbrenner, Current age: 76 (Retiring)

Wisconsin (District 6): Glenn Grothman, Current age: 64

Wisconsin (District 7): Sean Duffy, Current age: 48 (Retiring September 2019)

Wisconsin (District 8): Mike Gallagher, Current age: 35

Wyoming (At Large): Liz Cheney, Current age: 53

DELEGATES (They have a voice on the floor, but no voting power.)

American Samoa: (Republican) Amata Coleman Radewagen, Current age: 72

District of Columbia: (Democrat) Eleanor Holmes Norton, Current age: 82

Guam: (Democrat) Michael San Nicolas, Current age: 38

Northern Mariana Islands: (Democrat) Gregorio Sablan, Current age: 64

Puerto Rico: (New Progressive Party & Republican) Jenniffer Gonzalez, Current age: 43

U.S. Virgin Islands: (Democrat) Stacey Plaskett, Current age: 53

It seems only fitting to end this article with the last paragraph of John F. Kennedy’s message to Congress:

“It is my hope that this Message, and the recommendations and requests it contains, can help alert every agency and branch of government to the needs of our consumers. Their voice is not always as loudly heard in Washington as the voices of smaller and better-organized groups–nor is their point of view always defined and presented. But under our economic as well as our political form of democracy, we share an obligation to protect the common interest in every decision we make. I ask the Congress, and every Department and Agency, to help in the fulfillment of that obligation.”

Rockabye My Little Man

I don’t know about you, but the Christmas season always gets me thinking about;

well, everything.

Okay, I know what many of you want to ask me: Aren’t you Jewish?

I am Jewish, but if you are a regular reader of my blog, you also know that I was born Greek Orthodox, baptized Catholic at five years old, and then converted to Judaism at 31.

I’ve been here there and everywhere when it comes to God.

And listen: you can take the girl out of the religion, but you can’t take the religion out of the girl.

As a result, countless Christmas lyrics get to me every time.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…Strings of street lights, even stoplights…I have no gift to bring that’s fit to give our king…Fall on your knees, oh hear the angels’ voices…


Last night, driving into town, I heard a song on the radio, and the words stunned and stung a little.

Okay, they stung a lot.

Now, Aaliyah Palmen’s song had zero to do with Christmas, but with the holiday lights twinkling, and the snow on the ground, and shoppers hustling and bustling, and those heart-wrenching words…

I felt the song speaking to me, so I pulled the car over and googled the lyrics:

Call it love and devotion
Call it the mom’s adoration
A special bond of creation
For all the single mums out there
Going through frustration
sing, make them hear

She’s gonna stress
She just wants a life for her baby
All on her own, no one will come
She’s got to save him

She tells him “ooh love”
No one’s ever gonna hurt you, love
I’m gonna give you all of my love
Nobody matters like you

She tells him “your life ain’t gonna be nothing like my life
You’re gonna grow and have a good life
I’m gonna do what I’ve got to do

Single mom what you doing out there?
Facing the hard life without no fear
Just see and know that you really care
‘Cause any obstacle come you well prepared
And no mamma you never shed a tear
‘Cause you have to set things year after year
And you give the youth love beyond compare
You find the school fee and the bus fare
Hmmm more when paps disappear

Now she gotta six year old
Trying to keep him warm
Trying to keep out all the cold
When he looks her in the eyes
He don’t know he’s safe when she says

So, rockabye baby, rockabye
I’m gonna rock you

Rockabye baby, don’t you cry
Somebody’s got you

Rockabye don’t bother to cry
Lift up your head, lift it up to the sky,

Rockabye don’t bother to cry
Angels around you, just joy in your eye

Armenian Holocaust Survivor Aurora Mardiganian

I will warn you now that if you are faint of heart, do not read this blog.

And it’s long, but I didn’t even try to shorten it.

The story is too remarkable to whittle down, so this blog post is how I will honor Christmas this year.

Skim it if you must, but I am hoping you will not.

And at the end of this blog post is a YouTube video I hope you take the time to watch.

On October 21, 2019, I wrote a blog post about how, during the Armenian Holocaust, the Turks drove my paternal grandparents out of Syria.

During that harrowing time in my grandparents’ young lives, millions of Armenians, Assyrians, and members of other non-Muslim minorities were deported, starved, raped, kidnapped, and slaughtered.

I had no idea that my post about my Syrian grandparents would be read by so many thousands of people.

To be honest, I didn’t think anyone would care at all about what happened to them.

To my readers: Thank you for caring.

While working on the blog post, I discovered and ordered a book about the Armenian Holocaust written by a 16-year-old survivor, Aurora Mardiganian.

First things first.

Turkey continues to deny what historians have called the first genocide of the 20th century, and in Turkey, it is an actual crime to “insult Turkishness” by even raising the issue of what happened to the Armenians.

And the Trump administration backed Turkey up, arguing that if the U.S. ever recognized the Armenian genocide as a matter of foreign policy, such a resolution would damage the United States-Turkey relationship.

To be fair, many past administrations have disappointedly backed Turkey up.

On Thursday, December 12, 2019, the Senate, for the first time, voted unanimously to formally designate the 1915 mass killings of an estimated 1.5 million Armenians at the hands of the Ottoman Empire as a genocide.

Of the nearly 1.5 million Armenians killed, some were massacred, and others were forced to march to the Syrian desert where they were left to starve to death.

And then there were the women and little girls who suffered unimaginable violations, sold into Turkish harems, ravished by the roadside, crucified, and so much worse.

One of those young girls was Aurora Mardiganian, and her story will chill you to the bone.

Aurora, born Arshaluys Mardiganian, in 1901, was the daughter of a prosperous Armenian family who lived in Ottoman Turkey, twenty miles north of Harput, a few miles east of the river Euphrates. The Turkish residents and the Armenians had been good neighbors.

That was until 1914, when at fourteen-years-old, she witnessed the deaths of her entire family, including watching as Turkish soldiers ripped open her pregnant aunt’s stomach with their bayonets, and trying in vain to save her older sister who was murdered as she resisted being raped. She was later forced to watch as her mother, and remaining siblings were whipped and stabbed to death.

Aurora, who was forced to march over 1,400 miles, was brutally raped, beaten, kidnapped, and sold into the slave markets of Anatolia.

Three years into her nightmare, she miraculously escaped, roaming through a region of nothing but desert, where she encountered many acts of kindness from the Dersim Kurds whom she described as people “without the lust of killing human beings…” and to them “she owed her life.”

After months of wandering through the desert, Aurora finally reached the Turkish city of Erzeroum, which was by then occupied by Russia. In her book, she recalled her arrival there and being greeted by “a beautiful sight—the American flag.”

She then made her way to Tiflis, which is now Tbilisi, Georgia, then to St. Petersburg. From there, she traveled to Oslo, and finally, with the assistance of an organization called the Near East Relief, she made safe passage to New York City and arrived at Ellis Island in 1917.

Soon after she arrived In New York, Aurora was approached by a young screenwriter named Harvey Gates, and he helped the then sixteen-year-old orphan write and then publish her memoir titled Ravished Armenia.

According to Gates, her work on the book was exhausting: “Sometimes there had to be intervals of rest of several days, because her suffering had so unnerved her…You who read the story of Aurora Mardiganian’s last three years will find it hard to believe that in our day and generation such things are possible.”

Back in 1917, Gates found the Armenian Holocaust hard to imagine. But history has taught us that “such things” happen every day.

This is Aurora’s dedication from the book:

“To each mother and father, in this beautiful land of the United States, who has taught a daughter to believe in God, I dedicate my book. I saw my own mother’s body, its life ebbed out, flung onto the desert because she taught me that Jesus Christ was my Saviour. I saw my father die in pain because he said to me, his little girl, ‘Trust in the Lord; His will be done.’ I saw thousands upon thousands of beloved daughters of gentle mothers die under the whip, or the knife, or from the torture of hunger and thirst, or carried away into slavery because they would not renounce the glorious crown of their Christianity. God saved me that I might bring to America a message from those of my people who are left, and every father and mother will understand that what I tell you in these pages is told with love and thankfulness to Him for my escape.”

In 1919, the book was made into a silent film with the same title.

Referred to in the press as the Joan of Arc of Armenia, Aurora heroically played herself in the film. And the then Ambassador Henry Morgenthau played himself as the American Ambassador to Turkey.

As a survivor and eyewitness of the Armenian Holocaust, Aurora’s memoir heartbreakingly recalls the brutality, ugliness, and horror of genocide, and what occurred to the young girls and women as a result of male dominance, their sick sexual desires, and their inhumanity and hatred for Christians.

In one section of the book, Aurora witnesses sixteen young Armenian girls being crucified “on rough wooden crosses” by their Ottoman tormentors.

The film depicted the victims nailed to crosses, but in 1989, seventy years after the film was produced, Aurora confessed to the film historian Anthony Slide, that the scene was inaccurate. She painfully went on to describe what was actually a vaginal impalement.

She stated that “The Turks made little pointed crosses. They took the clothes off the girls. They made them bend down, and after raping them, they made them sit on the pointed wood.

The book depicts the cruelty of the Turks, but they weren’t the only ones with blood on their hands.

They allowed and orchestrated others to join in: The Chechens, the Kurds, and the Germans.

According to Aurora, all of the evil and wickedness perpetrated by the “bandits of the desert” was inspired by “their Turkish masters.”  

She describes the Chechens as being more cruel and wicked than the Kurds and that during the massacres, the Turks gave them permission to steal as many Christian girls as they wished.

There was a section of Mardiganian’s book describing “The Game of Swords” played by the Chechens after they tired of raping the young women.

“They planted their swords, which were the long, slender-bladed swords that came from Germany, in a long row in the sand, so the sharp pointed blades rose out of the ground as high as would be a very small child. When we saw these preparations all of us knew what was going to happen… Already I was trembling with sickness of heart because of the awful night before and the things I had seen that morning when daylight came. The other women beside me were trembling, too, and felt as if they would rather die than see any more. We begged our Tchetchens to take us away—to take us where we could not look upon those sword blades—but they only laughed at us and told us we must watch and be thankful to them we were under their protection.

When the long row of swords had been placed the Tchetchens hurried back to the little band of Armenians. We saw them crowd among them, and then come away carrying, or dragging, all the young women who were left—maybe fifteen or twenty—I could not count them.

Each girl was forced to stand with a dismounted Tchetchen holding her on her feet, half way between two swords in the long row. The captives cried and begged, but the cruel bandits were heedless of their pleadings.

When the girls had been placed… one between each two sword blades, the remaining Tchetchens mounted their horses and gathered at the end of the line. At a shouted signal the first one galloped down the row of swords. He seized a girl, lifted her high in the air and flung her down upon a sword point, without slackening his horse. It was a game—a contest!

Each Tchetchen tried to seize as many girls as he could and fling them upon the sword points, so that they were killed in the one throw, in one gallop along the line. Only the most skillful of them succeeded in impaling more than one girl. Some lifted the second from the ground, but missed the sword in their speed, and the girl, with broken bones or bleeding wounds, was held up in the line again to be used in the “game” a second time—praying that this time the Tchetchen’s aim would be true and the sword put an end to her torture.

Another section of the book describes the sick cruelty of the Kurds as told to Aurora by Margarid, the wife of a pastor about the rape and murder of her six daughters, including her oldest daughter Sherin, who was fourteen:

“There were a thousand of us,” Margarid said when we had brought her out of the stupor of grief which had overcome her… The first night Kurdish bandits rode down upon us… They stripped all the women and children — even the littlest ones… They took all the pretty girls and violated them before our eyes… When we left the Kurds and [Turkish] soldiers who were tired of the girls were killing them. …the soldiers killed my little ones by mashing their heads together. They violated Sherin while they held me and then cut off her breasts, so that she died.”

Aurora wrote much about the cruelty of the German soldiers and how they armed and taught the Turks how to use machine guns. The Germans would lead the Turkish soldiers personally and helped to raid and machine gun Armenian houses.

There is one particularly disturbing section of the book that describes the evil of the German soldiers:

“Late in the afternoon the chief of our Tchetchens came out from the city. His men drew off to one side and talked with him excitedly. When it grew dark they lifted us upon their horses and carried us into the city through the south gate. At the gate the Tchetchen chief showed to the officers of the gendarmes a paper he had brought from the city, and the Tchetchens were permitted to enter. We passed through dark narrow streets until we came to a house terraced high above the others, with an iron gate leading into a courtyard off the street. A hammal, or Turkish porter, was waiting at the gate and swung it open.

The bandits dismounted outside the gate to the house and lifted us to the ground. The leader waved us inside. With half a dozen of his men he entered behind us and the gate closed. Some of the Tchetchens went into the house. In a few minutes they came out, followed by a foreign man, whose uniform I recognized as that of a German soldier.

Servants followed with lighted lamps, and the soldier looked into our faces and examined us shamefully. Only eight of the girls pleased him. I was among these. We were pushed into the house and the door was closed behind us. Then we heard the Tchetchens gather up the other girls and take them into the street. I do not know what became of them. The soldier and the servants, all of whom were foreigners, whom I afterward discovered were Germans, took us into a stone floored room which had been used as a stable for horses.

It must have been two or three hours afterward—after midnight, I think; we could not keep track of the time—when the soldier and the servants came for us. Before they took us from the stable room they took away what few clothes we had. They led us, afraid and ashamed, into a room where there were three men in the uniforms of German officers. The soldiers saluted them. The officers seemed very pleased when they had looked at us. We tried to cover ourselves with our arms and to hide behind each other, but the soldier roughly drew us apart. The officers laughed at our embarrassment, and then dismissed the soldier, saying something to him in German, which I did not understand.

The officers talked among themselves, also in German. They tried to caress us. It amused them greatly when we pleaded with them to spare us, to let us have clothes and to have mercy, in God’s name.

Almost two weeks I was a prisoner in this house… To this house were brought many pretty Armenian girls stolen by the Kurds and Tchetchens. When they tired of them they sent them away to the refugee camps outside the city or to be sold to Turks.

There was another girl, who had been a prisoner in the house longer than others—since before I was taken there. She had especially pleased one of the under-officers. She told me of one night when the officers had taken much of their whiskey and were particularly cruel. She said they sent for some of the girls then in the house and, standing them sideways, shot at them with their pistols, using their breasts as targets.

During the days I spent reading Aurora’s book, it was difficult to sleep at night. I would lay awake and ask myself if I could have survived. I honestly don’t think so.

With every word I read, it was unfathomable how one young girl could have witnessed and experienced so much brutality, so much grief, and still come out on the other side.

And yet through all of the torture, the misery, the agony, hope and faith endured.

In Aurora’s words: “But always there was hope of deliverance. So many Armenians had friends in America, sons and brothers who had left our country to go to the wonderful United States. They prayed every night that from America would come help before all were dead… It was this hope that kept thousands alive.”  

Aurora ultimately married a fellow survivor in 1929, had a son and lived in Los Angeles until her death.

In 1994, Aurora spent the last few weeks of her life at a nursing facility in the San Fernando Valley. On February 6, 1994, she died alone at Holy Cross Hospital at age 92. At the time of her death, she was estranged from her son. Her body went unclaimed, and she was cremated and buried anonymously in a mass grave somewhere in Los Angeles.

Aurora is long gone, but I sincerely hope that she will never be forgotten.

Her life and legacy highlight the importance of action over apathy and compassion over indifference.

Like many films made during the silent era, Ravished Armenia was lost.

There are some who say that that the disappearance of the film was the result of a Turkish conspiracy.

All that is known to be left of the film is 18 minutes of poorly preserved footage, which was discovered in a trash bin.

Please watch the film footage, and in honor of Aurora, never forget.