Saturday, February 24, 2018

EPA Considers Allowing Bee-Killing Chemical On 165M Acres Of Cropland (a link)

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https://www.ecowatch.com/syngenta-neonicotinoids-2518688773.html

That's probably so Monsanto can more easily sell their pollinating ants.
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So You Don't Like Facebook!


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I don't blame you! As a company, they're a bunch of ignorant, liberal, self-righteous, manipulative, socialist, lying nerd brats. And those are their GOOD traits! Also, facebook (note that I don't capitalize it, just like democrat, republican or muslim) is full of foolish drama and mundane BS, put there by bored, lonely, often irrational people. Frankly, it can be far more trouble than it's worth.

I was on facebook several years ago and got so disgusted that I eventually dropped it. I'd gone onto it hoping to get back in contact with some folks I'd gone to school with. Unfortunately, the ones that I was able reconnect with were mostly ones who I'd have preferred NOT to reconnect with. Most of the ones I would have liked to hear from didn't appear to use the system. I couldn't say that I blamed them.

However, after a few years, I went back on, hoping to promote my blog. That really hasn't worked out, but I've met some good people. The thing is to be VERY selective who you accept as friends, or send requests to (I VERY rarely send requests). I screen all requests by looking at their pages. Are they conservative? Are they a one-subject poster? Are they ACTIVE at posting? In other words, would they be someone who would be interested in my posts and would furnish me with posts to catch my eye. If so, I accept their request. Yet, there are a FEW that I accept, or approach, just because I can tell they're nice folks.

Still, many of my early joiners have probably quit following me, despite not “unfriending” me, simply because they feel spammed by my incessant posting. (Hey, I'm old; what else do I have to do? - lol) I'm guessing that of my 102 “friends,” probably at least 1/3 no longer read my posts. Of those remaining, only about a couple dozen act actually respond to my posts and I to theirs. However, those few folks are the source of nearly all the memes that I post on my blog, and nearly all the links. I know a few of you would be happy if I posted on my blog only those things that I pen myself, but many seem to prefer the mix.

So, if you don't like facebook, I can't blame you. However, if you're REALLY careful (and aren't afraid to unfollow, unfriend or block people) you can make it a productive source of useful information, and even a few online friendships. Copyright 2018
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Obama Library Would Cost $175M (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2018/02/24/report-obama-library-cost-taxpayers-175-million/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social

I think Trump already cut off federal money. Now a bankrupt city and a bankrupt state want to fund it?
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Chapter 22

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Chapter 22



Eve



When Eve entered the world in the spring of 1930, Roose and Helena Larson were living at Race, West Virginia—a little community in central Sorrel County. Helena’s folks (the Heschmans) lived on a farm about a half-mile up the hollow from the little house where Helena and Roose. The farm had been in the family since before the Civil War and was where Helena had grown up. Roose’s parents lived less than a half-mile down the hollow and across the narrow valley where the road from Spence to Charleville had in recent years been converted from gravel to concrete.
The house of her Larson grandparents was within plain sight of Eve’s first home, while her Heschman grandparents lived just out of sight around a curve in the hollow. Few kids today are blessed with having both sets of grandparents within walking distance, and considering the unusual fact that they all got along, it was a good arrangement while it lasted. There wasn’t a lot of money to be had during those lean depression years, but there were vegetables from their gardens, fruits from their orchards, honey from their hives and all the chicken, eggs, pork, mutton and beef that they cared to eat. Best of all, they could get together anytime they wanted to share one another’s company.
Being the first born, Eve was given partial responsibility of her brother Clarence, three years younger, and Antoinette, five years younger, almost as soon as they were born. As they grew older, her two younger siblings were never expected to put forth the same effort required of her, and Antoinette was especially adept at playing her role as the baby of the family and remaining basically useless to her older sister. As soon as her mother deemed her able, Eve was also given additional responsibilities around the house.
The burdens that some parents put on their oldest child are often unfair, but they don’t normally realize that until that child is out of the home and frequently resentful toward the parents, if then. And so it was with Eve. Her mother was the worst about piling the work on her, for Helena had once been a teacher and operated under the belief that the next chore should be lined up before the present one was completed. Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop after all!
Unfortunately, there is also a tendency in parents to be strictest with their oldest child, and Eve often got switchings from her father that were more deserved by her siblings than herself. As might be expected, in spite of loving both her parents and her brother and sister, she built up some resentment towards all involved, though she managed to keep it hidden. Her respect for her father was dampened not only by the excessive number of switchings she received, but also by the fact that he would sometimes come to her bedroom as the family retired and apologize for being too rough on her earlier in the day. Yet the next time he was angered over some real or imagined misdeed on Eve’s part, that switching was just as severe as the previous ones.
Eve was about seven years old when her dad moved the family to Pleasant Grove to work in the shipyard then located there on the banks of the Ohio River. A beautiful little park is located at the junction of the Ohio and Cannonball Rivers—a site where red men and white men once battled over the fate of Virginia’s western border during the last years of our nation’s colonial discontent.
Just a few miles upstream from that watery intersection, on the Cannonball’s northern shore, was the farm which Eve’s grandfather had recently bought, and on which they would live though her seventh grade year. The farm had good bottom land where her father could grow his vegetables, and the farmhouse was located at the base of the hill, safely above the flood waters of the river that seemed to drain half of West Virginia. Often, as he cultivated his field corn or vegetable patches, the churned earth would release arrowheads of those who hunted and farmed that land long before him.
One thing that Eve remembers from those depression years was the constant stream of hobos along the railroad track that lay just below the country road that passed along the base of the hill between the house and the fertile bottomland. Some walked the tracks; others looked out through doors left slightly ajar on empty boxcars the trains rumbled by. Sometimes, the wayfaring men would come to the farmhouse and ask for handouts of food; a few would even offer to do chores to earn their meal. Either way, they were offered whatever meager provisions the family had to spare.
Charleville lay up the Cannonball half a day’s drive, and around that city was one of the heaviest concentrations of manufacturing plants in the state. It was imperative that river traffic be kept open between those plants and the Ohio River, so the Coast Guard kept the channel open by using a type of boat called an “ice-breaker.” Eve never knew all the workings of the boats, but she never forgot the deafening noise that filled the valley when they plowed through the deeply crusted river to lead tugboats and their barges upstream and down to bring coal and war supplies to a world at war.
A more amusing memory involves the “chicken farm” on the ridge behind their home in the valley. Before the war, while the country had yet to benefit from the economic boom of war-induced employment opportunities, folks had to make their living as best they could. The neighbor on the hill had an unaccountably successful business in the selling of chickens and eggs; folks wondered for a long time how he did so well. Why, there were people coming and going all hours of the day and night buying his much sought-after poultry products. Eventually, someone remarked that they often heard the clink of empty glass jars as the customers passed by on their way to the chicken farm. Those sounds were harder to catch as the customers left, but when they could be heard, the tone of the clinks seemed different somehow, almost as if those jars weren’t empty any more. Most men in the area spoke highly of the chicken farmer, though, and the gentleman that owned the feed store in town dearly loved the man. It was no wonder; that fellow’s chickens seemed to eat more grain than most herds of dairy cattle in the district! The chicken farmer moved on to greener pastures, though, when word got to him that “revenuers” had been at that feed store asking questions.
It was during the years at Pleasant Grove that Eve’s “Granddad Baldy” developed the habit of asking her to go with him on his forays through the countryside in his 1930-something Ford pickup. Sometimes he was looking for farmland, sometimes he was looking for cattle or horses to trade and sometimes he was just looking up old friends. Most of the country homes he visited were located at the end of a dirt road with two or more pasture gates to be passed through. He always bragged that Eve was the best gate opener in the state. She commented later in life that she was nearly through high school before she realized that her popularity with her grandfather probably rested not on her gate handling ability, but on her gullible willingness in happily opening and closing all those gates over the years and all the climbing in and out of the truck that it saved the old man.
Even after seeing her grandfather for the ornery opportunist he was, she continued traveling with him when possible, for she saw people and places in three or four counties that she would never have seen otherwise. Sometimes, she even traveled as far as Newport, up in Stone County. For some reason, she was always afraid that she would get stuck in Newport someday. She didn’t know why she had those feelings, but she was always a little uneasy when traveling there.
When Eve was in seventh grade, her grandfather sold the farm where they were living and bought another at Tiny, West Virginia, a wee wide spot on a very narrow road in western Worth County. The business district was composed of a single gas pump, a one-room school house and a little general store barely larger than the summer kitchen located behind the farmhouse across the road. The family’s new home was about a mile down the valley from “downtown” Tiny.
Except for a few months spent on the original Larson farm at Gander Hill, back in Sorrel County, the farm at Tiny would be the family’s home until the end of Eve’s junior year at Worth County High School in nearby Victoria, the county seat. Being in her teen years at this location, it was where she came of age and developed her social life. Her parents wisely made all of their children’s friends welcome at their house, so they never had to wonder where their kids were, though neighbors might occasionally wonder where their own had gone. Many teenagers lived within walking distance of the Larson home in the little farm-filled valley and Eve and her friends made many pleasant memories during her years at Tiny.
As fate would have it, 1946 brought something that Eve had always dreaded. Even though her dad was half-owner of the farm at Tiny, her Granddad Baldy convinced Roose to sell the farm so they could buy a place on Waddington Creek near Newport. It was with great trepidation that Eve said good-bye to her friends in Worth County and enrolled for her senior year at Newport High School. Still, her previous moves had taught her to make friends easily and she soon had new friends at school and in her neighborhood.
The family came from a long line of Methodists, so even though Forty Furlong Church was just around the next bend of the Old St. Ambrose Pike, they attended Mount Zion Methodist Church about a mile-and-a-half back toward town. In fact, it was there that she first spied her husband-to-be.
John Day was just back from two years in the Pacific that autumn morning in 1946 as he stood at the front of the church singing in the choir. The wave in his hair impressed Eve as she repeatedly snuck glances at the handsome young man. The next Sunday, she tried showing one of her friends the good-looking farm boy, but couldn’t find him at first. He’d gotten his ears lowered that week and lost the wave in his hair that had so enthralled her the week before. She spotted him at last and pointed him out to her friend, but nothing came of her admiration—at least not at the time. Eve was still dating a boy from Worth County, and John was getting re-acquainted with some of his friends from before the war (both male and female.) So, it was over a year before John and Eve went on their first date.
When John asked her to go to a movie with him on a Saturday in mid-December of 1947, she went. Things moved fast after that and they were married in June of 1948. For nearly a year, they lived in what had once been the store building next to the Day home on the pike. Then they moved to the house on the hill where John had been born. Eve had been working at a five-and-dime downtown since graduating from high school, but that stopped in the late spring of ’49 when it became obvious that a new member was soon going to be added to the family. Agnes was born in November.
Eve was the quintessential young farm wife. She helped in the garden and drove trucks and tractors in the hayfields. She was an excellent cook, a good seamstress, a doting mother, an energetic house-keeper and a friendly hostess. And when she and her husband put on their Sunday-go-to-meetin’ togs, they were considered a sharp-looking couple. In short, Eve was all those things that “women’s libbers” would self-righteously denigrate in a few short years. Why, she even enjoyed Tupper-Ware® parties when they came along!
Soon after their son, Bill, was born in 1955, Eve decided to try helping out a little in the income department. She did what some women still do today and sold Avon®. Of course, it was as much a social thing as monetary matter; it got her out of the house a couple days a week and allowed her to get to know her neighbors better. Her young son was nearly as much asset as hindrance as she drug him along on her route, for little kids tend to be good ice-breakers for adults. Her sales weren’t bad, in spite of having a country route. Still, once Bill was old enough to start attending the new three-room Boardman School, she got a job at a grocery store in the Sand Plains area of Newport, so she could increase her income.
As her children were going through their formative years, Eve was determined to do as her parents had done before her and made her children’s friends welcome in her home. The old farmhouse saw many a giggly gaggle of teenaged girls when Agnes brought her friends home with her to play 45’s on her hi-fi, pick out tunes on the piano or bake a batch of cookies. Also, Eve was often pressed into cooking a mess of squirrels or fresh-caught fish when Bill and his buddies returned from their jaunts afield. The place wasn’t much to look at, just an old farmhouse on a hill in the country, but it saw some good times.
Eve’s aging parents thought she’d hit the lottery when she began working at the bank. Nothing would convince them that their eldest daughter didn’t go to work at nine, quit at three and make a mint for her efforts. Rumors of her husband being a “kept man” were resurrected and they bragged on her to anyone who would listen. In truth, Eve had to be at work at eight, and since she worked in bookkeeping, she was one of the last to go home, often many hours after the tellers had closed their windows. Furthermore, unless you’d been there a while and worked your way up the ladder, banks didn’t pay any better than grocery-stores. They still don’t.
Eve was there several years and did work her way up the ladder until she was making a pretty good salary. Still, it was only two years before John’s untimely death that her salary finally matched his. For the first time since Agnes had started college, the couple was doing well enough that they could take an occasional day or weekend to go out of town just to enjoy themselves. With both kids married and on their own, John and Eve sort of rediscovered themselves as individuals and as a couple. There was an obvious light at the end of their financial tunnel and life looked good as they peered forward at their coming golden years.
Robert Burns is credited with being the first to say, “The best laid plans of mice and men go oft awry.” It certainly wasn’t in Eve’s plans to lose the love of her life and become a widow just when their years of hardship were about to end. Of course, it’s never in anyone’s plan to lose a loved one, but we all soon learn that one of the few certainties in life is death.
For a long while she lived in a daze of work and increased responsibility, which her two children tried to ease with their presence and their help. Gradually, though, the harsh realities set in and her sadness was slowly replaced with bitterness. There came a point where her children had done all they knew to do, and Agnes and her husband moved off to Louisiana while Bill and his wife slowly tried to reclaim their own lives. Eve, feeling abandoned, resented those actions.
Matters were made worse when Hunterstown National Bank bought out the old Stone County Bank where Eve worked and forced the older workers like Eve to train recent college graduates (who knew almost nothing about running a bank) to be their replacements. After HNB finally booted out all its older workers, Eve found herself working short-term jobs at low pay to make ends meet.
She then made life harder on herself by allowing her bitterness to manifest itself as resentment against her daughter-in-law. The attitudes and actions of her parents toward her in her youth, which she recognized as unfair, were then visited on the person who she saw as standing between her and her son. Never did she understand that whenever she tried to drive a wedge between her son and his wife, she succeeded only in driving another wedge between herself and her son. To preserve peace in his marriage, Bill was forced to keep his wife and mother apart more and more, which meant that he saw less of his mother, which in turn fed her bitterness. It seemed an endless cycle.
At last, the loneliness and responsibility of living by herself, in an old house in the country, got to be too much for her and she moved to an apartment building in Newport that was set up especially for seniors on limited incomes. Her tenth floor location gave her much the same sensation as living on a hilltop, and she found that she enjoyed watching all the activity in her part of Sand Plains.
As she’s gradually made friends with other residents of the building and joined in their activities, she’s become more like the Eve that her family once knew. She now seems happier than she has in many years and now believes that she should have moved to town much sooner.
Copyright 2008
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Are ALL kids Idiots? (a link)

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I know they aren't, but sometimes it seems that way. Check it out below.

http://www.miamiherald.com/news/nation-world/national/article201604224.html
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"Yellow" Companies Who've Cut Ties With NRA (a link)

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http://www.businessinsider.com/brands-that-cut-nra-ties-following-boycotts-2018-2#avis-and-budget-14
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Friday, February 23, 2018

Mostly Gun Memes

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Disabled Vet Being Abused By Federal Building Guard (video)

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https://www.facebook.com/julierobind/posts/1923779937653812

Please pass this along; it needs to go viral.
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It Now Appears That FOUR Deputies Cowered Outside School Wile Students Died (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/23/breaking-parkland-shooting-takes-major-turn-sources-reveal-three-deputies-hiding-outside-school/?utm_source=anh&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=anhcampaign
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LEST WE FORGET

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Crime Will NEVER Negate NEED For Gun Rights (a link)

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http://www.alt-market.com/articles/3382-mass-shootings-will-never-negate-the-need-for-gun-rights
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98% OF MASS SHOOTINGS OCCUR IN"GUN-FREE" ZONES!

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After dozens of warning signs and alerts from concerned citizens went unnoticed, a shooter walked into a South Florida high school and murdered 17 people. In the wake of the tragic mass shooting, guns and "gun free zones" have become hot-button issues.
The Left has since turned-up the volume on calls for a crackdown on Secondment Amendment rights, quickly exploiting teens who attend the targeted school to makes the case for them. They have also slammed the suggestion that schools should have armed security, or perhaps well-trained, voluntarily armed teachers.
But what does the evidence say about "gun free zones"?
According to the Crime Prevention Research Center, "gun free zones" (areas where guns are prohibited) have been the target of more than 98% of all mass shootings. This staggering number is why such designated areas are often referred to as "soft targets," meaning unprotected and vulnerable.
"According to the Crime Prevention Research Center, only a little more than 1% of mass public shootings since 1950 have occurred in places that were not considered to be a gun-free zone," reports The Blaze. "In fact, as Crime Prevention Research Center President John Lott Jr. noted in October 2015, only two mass shootings in the U.S. since 1950 have occurred in an area where citizens were not prohibited from carrying a gun."
Former Vice President Joe Biden, a Democrat, introduced the Gun-Free School Zones Act (GFSZA) to the U.S. Senate in 1990, and it was signed into law by then-President George H.W. Bush, a Republican. The act was clearly proposed with the intent to prevent mass shootings at such precious areas as schools. But the act, as the statistic proves, did not result in the desired outcome.
While mass shootings are a complex issue with more than one action needed to prevent them, it seems unclear why gun control advocates would hold so tight to their well-intended, but ultimately dangerous "gun free zones" even in the face of such a staggering reality. Why is it kosher to protect our politicians, Hollywood celebrities, and federal currency with guns, but not our children?

From an email
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Lawrence of Arabia's S&W Donated To UK Army Museum (a link)

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http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/2018/02/21/lawrence-of-arabias-smith-wesson-donated-to-uks-national-army-museum/
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SMILE! - You're on Gun-Buyer Camera (a link)

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http://www.offthegridnews.com/current-events/city-forces-gun-stores-and-other-businesses-to-buy-security-cameras-record-customers/
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Friday Afternoon Memes

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Armed Cops Guarding Home Of Cowardly Deputy (a link)

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http://businessinsider.com/parkland-shooting-officer-resigns-deputies-sent-to-protect-his-family-2018-2?utm_source=facebook&utm_content=top-bar&utm_term=desktop
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CNN Says Meeting Wasn't Scripted - Video Proves Otherwise (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/22/cnn-denies-townhall-scripted-video-evidence-blows-entire-explanation-pieces/?utm_source=anh&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=anhcampaign
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WaPO Runs Hit Piece On Billy Graham (a link)

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https://conservativetribune.com/wapo-hit-piece-on-billy-graham/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=lifezette&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-23

That tells you as much about their usual readers as it does their writers.
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Broward County Sheriff's Only "Followed Policy" (a link)

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http://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2018/02/broward-county-sheriffs-office-did-not.html
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Left Convinces Enterprise Rentals To Ditch NRA Discount (a link)

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https://www.dailywire.com/news/27490/under-pressure-left-enterprise-rent-cars-announces-ben-shapiro
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Flight Logs Show Clinton Flew On Pervert's Jet Much More Than Known (a link)

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http://www.foxnews.com/us/2016/05/13/flight-logs-show-bill-clinton-flew-on-sex-offenders-jet-much-more-than-previously-known.html
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CNN Crowd Boos Rape Victim (a link)

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http://thegatewaypundit.com/2018/02/cnn-town-hall-crowd-boos-pro-second-amendment-rape-survivor-video/
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Survivor Says MSM Doesn't WANT their REAL Opinions (a link)

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https://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2018/02/22/fl_school_shooting_survivor_ariana_klein_networks_dont_want_us_to_give_our_real_opinions_want_us_to_further_their_agendas.html
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Monsanto Working On "Franken-Ants" To Replace The Honey Bees They've Killed (a link)

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http://worldnewsdailyreport.com/genetically-modified-ants-could-replace-honey-bees-claims-monsanto-expert/

I guess that's a win-win for them!
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Caution, Blizzard Ahead

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-049: Caution, Blizzard Ahead
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The Day's Mental Meanderings (Thursday)


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I'd stayed up for 1-1/2 hours after I took the pooch out at 5AM. Then, I returned to bed, hoping to sleep as long as possible, since I knew my day would be wasted. Unfortunately, When I awoke at 8AM, the dial on my clock was dark; that meant that the electric was off. I made as little noise and took as few steps as humanly possible to get to my “chamber pot” and back, hoping the pooch wouldn't hear me and expect me to get up and take her out again. I even prayed that the pooch would be content until I got up on my own.

A half-hour later, it was the MISSUS that came upstairs and woke me. She never could handle being without her TV and wanted me to get up and come down to be with her and the pooch. She was tuned to a local Christian station and the music was good, but the preachers that came on every few minutes left something to be desired. When the juice came back on at 10:45, the missus continued to listen to the radio, while watching the TV with the sound turned down. I guess she was trying to make up for a lack of electronic entertainment.

Yesterday evening, I saw one of the trespassers in his driveway on our way home from town. The missus didn't see him, and he didn't see me, but it confirmed where they were coming from. While the wife was getting a filling in a tooth today, I went out to the truck and talked to the DNR about the situation. I'm not sure there's much they can do unless they actually catch the guys on my place. I saw FIVE of the young hooligans (18-25 in age) in the same driveway on our way home today. This time, they saw me and I gave them the hairy eyeball. I would have stopped if the missus hadn't been with me. If I ever try to confront them on my place, though, I'll be sure and have my shotgun along, as they don't look like the type to cut a crippled-up old geezer any slack.

I mentioned being at Rural King yesterday. My main goal was to see if they carried hardware cloth, since they don't list it on their website. They do, but it looks like the zinc is put on electrically now, instead of being hot-dipped like in the good ol' days. Frankly, it wasn't very impressive looking. Tractor Supply didn't show it online, either, though I suspect they carry it. It would probably be the same modern cheaply-made version, though.

I got a phone message this morning saying that if I or my attorney didn't contact them in a certain amount of time, “my warrant would be activated.” I reported it online to the do-not-call folks, but when I tried to call the sheriff's office, I must have called the wrong number. It really gets me torqued that scumbags deliberately target folks that they know to be older. Oh well, God has a special place for them someday. I seem to find myself saying that a LOT lately.

We had 1-1/3 inches of rain in the last 24 hours, and more is expected, so the Ohio River will be coming up again. I pray that no-one loses their life or any more property than has happened already. I'm glad that I live on a hill. The wind might BLOW me off here someday, but I'll never get WASHED away! Copyright 2018
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Early Friday Memes

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Unbelievable Info From The Florida Shooting (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/22/breaking-police-make-horrifying-discovery-analyzing-unseen-footage-florida-shooting/?utm_source=anh&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=anhcampaign
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Don't Blame God (a link)

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https://crystalmarylindsey.blogspot.com/2018/02/dont-blame-god-billy-grahams-daughter.html
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Trump Suggests Bonuses For Pistol-Packing Teachers (a link)

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https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/white-house/trump-floats-bonuses-teachers-willing-carry-guns-class-n850281?cid=sm_npd_nn_fb_ma
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Beware The Tilapia! (a link)

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https://www.providr.com/stop-eating-tilapia/?utm_source=FamilyForever&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=providr

The bottom line is that almost NO fish you get in a chain restaurant is good for you.
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Murder Charges Filed In Nursing Home Death Of WW II Veteran (a link)

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http://www.foxnews.com/us/2018/02/22/murder-charge-filed-in-fallout-from-video-that-shows-nurses-laughing-as-dying-wwii-vet-struggles-for-air.html
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If US Doesn't Convict Hillary, Maybe Another Country WILL! (a link)

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https://www.lifezette.com/polizette/multiple-governments-are-targeting-clintons-biggest-charitable-frauds/?utm_content=buffere8528&utm_medium=social&utm_source=linkedin.com&utm_campaign=buffer
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Maryland Sheriff Says Civil War Before Gun Confiscation (a link)

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http://themillenniumreport.com/2018/02/maryland-sheriff-says-it-will-be-civil-war-before-gun-confiscation/
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Beware Bedside Bank Borrowing (a link)

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https://khn.org/news/bad-bedside-manna-bank-loans-signed-in-the-hospital-leave-patients-vulnerable/

Think twice before you sign anything!
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Listen to Your Betters (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-048: Headlines: Listen to Your Betters
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Obama Legalized Propaganda In 2013 (a link)

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http://www.commonsenseevaluation.com/2016/11/21/propaganda-on-the-us-public/#sthash.MStrcb5I.ENo2i6fW.dpbs

Not that the government hasn't always used it anyway.
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Teen Vogue Contributor Attacks Billy Graham (a link)

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https://conservativetribune.com/teen-vogue-contrib-attacks-graham/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=lifezette&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-22

And this piece of hell-bound scum writes for a TEEN magazine!
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The moral evil of gun-grabbers (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: The moral evil of gun-grabbers
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Limbaugh - Protesting Students Following Dem Playbook (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/video/2018/02/19/limbaugh-everything-anti-gun-parkland-students-right-democrat-partys-various-playbooks/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social
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Shooting Survivor Refused To Ask Scripted Question For CNN (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-journalism/2018/02/21/shooting-survivor-quit-cnn-town-hall-refusing-ask-scripted-question/
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Some Info On The AR-15 (a link)

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https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2018/02/cries_to_ban_the_ar15_based_on_ignorance_and_hysteria.html#.Wo7POeknTcE.facebook
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"Crisis Actor" Works For PODESTA! (a link)

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https://squawker.org/conspiracy/confirmed-david-hogg-works-for-john-podestas-center-for-american-progress/
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Florida Deputies To Carry Rifles On Campuses (a link)

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https://www.aol.com/article/news/2018/02/21/florida-deputies-will-carry-rifles-on-school-grounds-after-parkland-shooting/23367925/?a_dgi=aolshare_facebook
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NFL Star - We're Suffering For Removing God (a link)

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https://thepolitistick.com/nfl-star-benjamin-watson-suffering-consequences-removing-god-public-sphere-video/
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Levin Joining FOX (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/21/fox-announces-new-show-launching-sunday-conservatives-rejoicing/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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250 Teachers Sign Up For 50 Concealed Permit Classes (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2018/02/20/250-teachers-sign-50-seats-concealed-carry-training-session/
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Dems Won't Allow The ONE Gun Law That Would Help (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/2nd-amendment/2018/02/19/pollak-please-name-one-new-law-stop-mass-shootings/
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Government Agency Caught Scrubbing Data That Disproved Global Warming (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/21/govt-agency-caught-erasing-data-disproves-climate-change-narrative/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Shooting Survivor Disgusted With Media (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/21/florida-shooting-survivor-liberal-media-exploiting-shooting-push-agenda/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Billy Graham, Rural King And Other Things


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I was raised in a Christian home and in church, but neither the family nor church was very evangelistic. My folks invited the pastor out to talk to me when they saw me become more spiritually aware at age thirteen. Unfortunately for me, he was more interested in trying to turn the folks into Pentecostals than me into a Christian. And so, after many troubled, wasted and sinful years, I was watching a Billy Graham crusade from Florida in the summer of my 28th year when he said “Change your mind, GOD will change your heart.” I won't go into why that was what I needed to hear, but I knew instantly what I needed to do the following Sunday morning. I went forward that Sunday to publicly acknowledge my acceptance of Yeshua (Jesus) as my Lord and savior. My life has never been the same. Would I have allowed the Lord to save my soul had Billy Graham not spoke those words? Maybe, but maybe NOT!

The missus didn't feel up to cooking today, so we made a “run for the border.” I then wandered around Rural King on a handicapped cart for a while, while my wife napped in the truck. I was disappointed they didn't have a couple things that I was hoping to find, but I wasn't surprised. Like most places anymore, they only stock what sells the best and I have unusual tastes,I guess.

I was also disappointed in the quality of several things that I looked at, but it wasn't RK's fault, quality is down and prices are up on EVERYTHNG these days. I looked at some splitting wedges and had to laugh when they looked more like cold chisels than wedges. I don't know HOW you'd ever get those things started into a piece of firewood without them bouncing out. But then, my dad used to take them to the blacksmith to thin down the points 50 years ago. It's sad that people who design such simple things have no idea how to use them.

A look at the hand and lawn and garden tools showed a preponderance of “Truper” brand products from Mexico with the same low quality that brand has ALWAYS demonstrated. They made no effort to hide the fact that their tool handles were simply sawn from a board. I'd heard that Stihl had some of their stuff made in China for a while, but I was glad to see that their chains and flat files are now made in Switzerland. We heard the first spring peepers of the year on way home.

I see the WV teachers are going on strike. I don't believe in public employee unions for the simple reason that there's no competition to keep them cost conscious, not that most unions give a flip about such things anyway (I should know, I used to be in the USWA). The teachers don't care that they're already far better off than the average West Virginian, they want MORE. Obviously John D. Rockefeller was correct that MORE is the amount of money required to make a person happy.

And then we have the snowflake students protesting for gun control. It appears that Soros may be footing their bills, but that shouldn't surprise anyone. As some people have pointed out, these kids are of the same generation that texts while they drive and eat Tide Pods. I guess that makes their opinions valuable.

It's a crazy world we live in; sometimes I think I'll be glad to join Billy Graham when the time comes. Copyright 2018
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Attorney Calls For Federal Investigation In Drug Link To Mass Shootings (a link)

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https://www.naturalnews.com/2018-02-21-constitutional-attorney-jonathan-emord-calls-for-federal-investigation-into-link-between-psych-drugs-and-school-shootings.html
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Columbine Survivor Pushing To Allow Armed Teachers (a link)

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http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2018/02/20/columbine-survivor-turned-state-rep-pushing-allow-armed-teachers/
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McCabe Altered FBI Notes To Frame Flynn (a link)

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http://yournewswire.com/mccabe-fbi-notes-frame-flynn/
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Outspoken Florida Student Has Hidden Agenda (a link)

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https://conservativedailypost.com/outspoken-florida-student-may-alternative-agenda/
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Youngest World Leader Bans Soros Organizations (a link)

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https://www.jewsnews.co.il/2017/10/22/war-on-new-world-order-youngest-world-leader-bans-george-soross-foundations-from-austria.html
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Ultra Libs Spit On Graham's Memory (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/liberals-rejoice-vicious-democrats-cheer-the-death-of-evil-b-billy-graham/

I can't imagine how hot these folks will be in the next life.
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USDA Says "Food Boxes" Could Save Billions (a link)

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http://news.sarahpalin-blog.com/2018/02/21/media-widely-mocked-trump-innovation-usda-responds-end-saving-billions/
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More About "Mercenary" Attack In Syria (a link)

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https://bayourenaissanceman.blogspot.com/2018/02/more-about-that-russian-mercenary.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+BayouRenaissanceMan+(Bayou+Renaissance+Man)
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North Korea May Be Broke By October (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/kims-cash-crisis-north-korea-running-out-of-currency-broke-by-october/
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Sheriff Clarke - Student Gun Control Talk Has Soros Fingerprints All Over it (a link)

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http://thehill.com/blogs/blog-briefing-room/news/374840-david-clarke-fla-students-gun-control-push-has-george-soros
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Billy Graham Has Gone To His Eternal Reward (a link)

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http://www1.cbn.com/cbnnews/us/2018/february/breaking-billy-graham-dies-at-age-99?cpid=socclub&adbsc=social_700club_daily75631087&adbid=10156066808981668&adbpl=fb&adbpr=6445306667
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These folks still need help; Please consider it if you can. (a link)

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https://www.gofundme.com/DanielTate
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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Another Warm Day In February


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Our early lunch was barely down our gullets before the missus “suggested” that we take a long ride in the sunshine. It had been so long since we'd gone anywhere except town that I quickly agreed. So we took a leisurely drive east on the old Northwestern Pike, first on four-lane, then the older two-lane version as soon as it was available. It was a beautiful day, the snow was gone and the wooded hills looked nice, even in shades of grey and brown.

There were plenty of oilfield trucks on the road, even the two-lane, mostly “bottles” (water trucks) and “buckets” (dump trucks), hauling water and crushed stone respectively. I saw only one semi carrying pipe and not a single “sand can” (hopper semi hauling fracking sand). All the local camp grounds were full up and a few new industrial-style mobile homes had been set up since our last trip that direction. I hear that rental properties are going sky-high out that way, along with the rent for camping lots. I suppose after years of barely being able to rent their properties ay ANY price, the owners can't resist gouging people while they have the chance. After all, once the crews move on to the next field, the chance will be gone.

When we got home, the digital read-out on my truck said it was 81F. Though I'd originally planned other work, I pumped up the forever-flat tire on the lawn mower and whacked leaves in the half of the lawn closest the house. I especially worked over the dogs dumping ground and cleared a new section on the far side for the next few weeks or months.

Afterwords, I took the pooch out and we sat on the porch until the mosquitoes got aggravating. I killed my first one yesterday, by the way. About that time, I heard four-wheelers and a couple .22 shots over on my front ridge. I locked the house, got in my truck and drove out the county road to where I was fairly certain they'd come within sight, though on the neighbor's place. They spotted me as they exited my woods, stopped, sat and talked a few minutes, then headed over the back of the ridge and toward the head of a small hollow. I moved out the road and stopped and, sure enough, saw them come around the end of a small ridge and stop again. I heard one of them comment that “he's up on the road.”

They then headed on up toward the head of the hollow, so I turned back a neighbor's driveway, shut the truck off and listened again. It sounded like they were headed either to my next ridge or the next next neighbor back, so I drove on around the head of the hollow to his place. He saw me coming and invited me in from the door, but I told him I just had a question. He didn't know that anyone close had the habit of riding four-wheelers, so I'm thinking the kids may be from the next hard road over and trespassed through several places to get to mine. I was tempted to call the DNR, since I wondered if they might have been trying to poach game, but I figured the kids would be long gone before the law ever showed. I hope they think twice before they come back, since they now KNOW that I'm watching.

When I got back to the house, the missus gave me the devil for not letting her know what was up. I literally said NOTHING, since I knew that what I would have said would have made her far angrier than my complete silence. Of course, she would have given me the devil even for telling her I was going in the first place, so I choose silence quite often anymore. (After 35 Years, I'm finally wising up.)

As I sat in the swing a couple minutes to listen again, a small brown bat worked the side yard before me. Tomorrow, it's supposed to be cooler and rainy, so I guess he'd better hunt while he can. Copyright 2018
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My reply to a mostly good letter by a teacher, blaming modern parents for school shootings

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I agree that guns are not the problem, but lets not blame EVERYTHING on the parents. We have removed God, prayer, the Ten Commandments and the Pledge of Allegiance from most schools. We accept that we aren't allowed to mention Jesus, yet the kids are subjected teachings on Islam, often to the point of offering Muslim prayers and reciting verses from the Quran. Logic is no longer taught in any school I know of, but situation ethics and political correctness is rampant. Anything conservative is mocked, but socialist beliefs are encouraged. And, of course, white privilege and the automatic victimhood of  minorities is taught. And, naturally, self image is more important than character.
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A Repeat About WV Teachers

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The average HOUSEHOLD income for WV is $42K, and the average INDIVIDUAL teacher salary here is $44.7K. That means that teachers can't HELP but know that their DEMANDED increase will mostly be taken from the pockets of people poorer than themselves.
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CNN Prompts Students To Call GOP Murderers (a link)

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https://greatamericanrepublic.com/cnn-disgustingly-prompts-students-to-accuse-gop-of-murder-video/
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Soros Trying To Crush Brexit (a link)

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https://o4anews.com/george-soros-plotting-crush-englands-bid-leave-eu/
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Easter Holiday Missing On Latest Apple Update (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/19/christians-everywhere-infuriated-noticing-apple-latest-update/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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New Mexico School Packs Heat (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/19/school-likely-wont-next-target-not-hard-see/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Now Even "Christian" Colleges Expect PC Terms On Gender (a link)

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https://www.lifezette.com/momzette/steer-clear-gendered-language-husband-wife-school/?utm_content=bufferc3fc9&utm_medium=social&utm_source=linkedin.com&utm_campaign=buffer

Such schools are NOT Christian.
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Columbine Survivor - It's Not The GUN; It's The GUN-FREE ZONE! (a link)

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https://www.sarahpalin-blog.com/2018/02/20/columbine-survivor-florida-massacre-problem-isnt-gun-gun-free-zone/
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Two Students Used Kevlar To Protect some students During School Shooting (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/american-heroes-florida-survivors-used-bullet-proof-sheets-to-protect-fellow-students/
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Trump On Right Track To Prevent Shootings (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/20/liberals-scream-guns-trump-takes-action-solution-weve-desperately-needed/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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The real problem with guns and crime (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: The real problem with guns and crime . . .
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(Some) Teenagers Want "No More Guns" (a link)

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http://freddsez.blogspot.com/2018/02/teenagers-demand-no-more-guns.html
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The Death Of Young Willie Lincoln (a link)

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Coffee with the Hermit: The Death Of Young Willie Lincoln...!
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Monday, February 19, 2018

Big Flakes, Leaky Mocs And Warm Weather


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The missus and I were at the Chinamart at the far edge of town the other day, when it began snowing. As we left the parking lot, nickel-sized flakes were peppering down. By the time we were ready to cross the river to our side, 1-1/2 miles away, the flakes were the size of half-dollars. As I sat at the stop light, I realized that many were actually the size of silver dollars (I realize that means nothing to my younger readers). Despite barely moving as I crept down a hill on the way home, the truck skidded slightly three different times. When we arrived home, about 25 minutes after we left the store, there was an inch of snow on the ground. And the flakes were still the size of quarters. The flakes gradually shrunk to near-normal size within a couple hours and finally stopped leaving an additional inch.

As I described the huge flakes with someone I knew a couple days later, an onlooker looked like she thought I was lying when I spoke of dollar-sized flakes. It was true, though; they were the biggest flakes I've ever seen in my 62 years. They reminded me of little lace doilies falling from heaven.

My beloved L.L. Bean Camp Mocs have sprung a leak, despite not being worn out. The crazy thing is that I can't spot WHERE that left shoe is leaking. I emailed the company for suggestions, but they had none, other than send them to a company that resoles shoes and such. I could be wrong, but I think I've heard that back in the day, they would have replaced them. I didn't ask, and they certainly didn't offer. I guess all good things must come to an end. Just my luck that it ends after I buy MINE! - lol

It got up to 72F at our place today, though the weatherman said 71. I don't know if that will be a record or not. It's supposed to be a few degrees warmer yet tomorrow. Some weather for February 19! The Old Farmer's Almanac isn't so accurate for my area this year. Oh well, we'll get what the Lord allows, I guess. Copyright 2018
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Stupid People - Poor Animals

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Every day on facebook, I share pictures of people's animals that are missing or that have been found and they're trying to find the owner. Sometimes, you see "Fido has gotten loose AGAIN blah, blah, blah." I know that accidents happen, but some folks obviously pay no attention to the safety and security of their pets. I hope the animals whose pictures I share get back to their homes, but I know that some NEVER do. One case in point is the large white dog whose nearly skinless carcass lay beside the road today. It was only one of many that I see over the course of a year, along with even more cats.

I watched today as we took a drive and there were countless animals running loose, tied in the front yard or behind a shaky-looking fence without an owner in sight. At one time, you could do that; people tried to avoid hitting pets. These days, many drivers don't even know what they've hit, they just hear a thump and have no idea if it's a dog, a cat or a child. They were so busy texting that they saw nothing. Some people, usually males in the 16 to 25 age bracket, deliberately TRY to hit animals, thinking that it's funny. MANY folks simply don't care and will run down anything that gets in their way, man or beast.

Then too, we didn't have so many owls and hawks in the old days. Many a cat and small dog ends up in the talons of a hungry raptor. We now have coyotes that we didn't used to have, and even many larger pets will succumb to a coyote, or a PACK of them. Near wooded areas, bobcats will kill every cat they can get, and they can climb as well as your house cat.

Then you have the cruelest animal of all - man (or woman). It's big business these days for people to steal lose pets, pets tied in front yards, and even those behind fences and sell them, for drug money, to dog fighters for "bait" dogs and cats. They're used to teach their fighting dogs to maim and kill other animals. Often, the bait animal has its mouth taped shut so that it can't even defend itself. That sort of thief has a habit to support, so they'll sometimes be bolder than you'd ever imagine.

It's a cruel world out there folks, your pet needs constant watching. Even a few seconds of laxness can see your pet attacked by a wild animal and gone.A few careless minutes could end in your pet being tortured to death by a fighting dog. Mistakes are made, pets escape, accidents happen, but just remember, all it takes is ONCE! Copyright 2018, but please share anywhere you can.
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Obama Helped Set-Up Flynn (a link)

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https://theblacksphere.net/2018/02/proof-obama-actively-participated-in-setup-of-flynn/
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So Tell Me!

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Exactly why do the women's march people want to save children from "gun violence" when they themselves are all about murdering babies?
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17 Killed By Shooter - 300 By Prescription Drugs Same Day (a link)

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https://www.naturalnews.com/2018-02-19-same-day-that-17-children-murdered-300-americans-were-killed-by-fda-approved-prescription-medications.html
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Michael Moore Was Unwitting Russian Stooge (a link)

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https://www.hannity.com/media-room/russian-stooge-michael-moore-attended-kremlin-backed-anti-trump-rally/
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Top UN Children's Rights Campaigner Was Child Molester (a link)

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https://gellerreport.com/2018/02/uns-top-childrens-rights-campaigner-pedophile.html/
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"Russian Indictments" Just a way To Save Face (a link)

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https://rickwells.us/rosenstein-mueller-indictments/
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Trump's Brilliance At Trade (a link)

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http://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2018/02/interesting-analysis-of-trade-strategy.html
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Crown Prince Alexander - Soros' Heir (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-045: Headlines: Crown Prince Alexander
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Former Navy SEAL Running For Congress In Texas (a link)

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http://dailycaller.com/2018/02/18/navy-seal-texas-congress/?utm_source=site-share
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Rush - Offer Dems Amnesty With ONE Catch (a link)

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https://alert.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/18/rush-offer-democrats-ilegal-aliens-will-made-citizens-1-condition/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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A LIST Of Attackers The FBI Didn't Act On (a link)

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https://www.westernjournal.com/list-attackers-fbi-warned-still-failed-stop/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=romulus&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-19

Personally, I think there's a REASON they wanted these attacks to occur (along with the DOJ and the CIA).
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Eliminate School Shootings Over Night (a link)

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https://townhall.com/columnists/kevinmccullough/2018/02/18/how-to-eliminate-school-shootings-overnight-n2450380
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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Radical Left Group Calls for Murdering Republicans As Revenge For School Shooting (a link)

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https://www.infowars.com/far-left-group-calls-for-murdering-republicans-as-revenge-for-florida-school-shooting/
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Florida Gov. Demands FBI Director Resign (a link)

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https://www.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/16/florida-governor-drops-hammer-fbi-director-massive-demand/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Dems Using Massacre To Fund Raise (a link)

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https://www.dcstatesman.com/oh-dear-lord-democrats-fundraising-off-florida-massacre/
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Microwave Dangers (a link)

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http://justherbalmedicine.com/diseases-caused-microwave-ovens-youve-probably-ignored/
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Obama's Legacy (a link)

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https://www.jihadwatch.org/2018/02/obamas-legacy-iran-backed-hizballah-says-it-will-have-nearly-500000-missiles-aimed-at-israel-within-a-year
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Mueller's Russian Indictments Opens Can Of Worms (a link)

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https://greatamericanrepublic.com/the-mueller-indictment-of-the-russians-just-opened-a-can-of-worms/
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New Vaccines Will Alter Human DNA (a link)

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http://humansarefree.com/2016/05/new-vaccines-will-permanently-alter.html
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CNN - Pro-Gun Tweets Coming From Russian Bots (a link)

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https://news.americanewscentral.com/2018/02/18/cnn-claims-russian-bots-behind-pro-gun-tweets-responses-gold/?utm_source=spn&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=spncampaign
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Call Me Intolerant


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Well, it's been a long time coming, but I finally blocked a guy on facebook who just never quite figured out where the line was between righteousness and self-righteousness. He really couldn't help himself, I suppose, as his chosen denomination brainwashes their members into that way of thinking. I learned long ago that there's no need to try to discuss things with those folks, as they just can’t conceive that they might be imperfect like the rest of us. Another problem is that if I comment on his post, it then becomes available for all my “friends” to see, and I hate to needlessly expose them to such self-righteousness. The sad thing is, I'm positive he's a good Christian person, by and large, but too much self-righteousness wears thin after while.
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The Common Denominator Of Mass Shootings (a link)

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https://www.ammoland.com/2013/04/every-mass-shooting-in-the-last-20-years-shares-psychotropic-drugs/#axzz57HGwdNWk
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Kerry Approved Visas For Russian Operatives (a link)

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http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2018/02/john-kerry-approved-visas-russian-operatives-enter-us-2014-interfere-election/
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Denzel Washington On Obama (a link)

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http://yournewswire.com/denzil-washington-obama-america/
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New CBS "Comedy" Will Likely Offend Christians And Jews (a link)

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https://www.lifesitenews.com/blogs/new-cbs-comedy-living-biblically-mocks-god-as-lawgiver-will-likely-offend-j
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Trump's "Food Boxes" A Great Idea (a link)

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https://www.dangerous.com/41550/report-trumps-food-boxes-save-taxpayers-17-2-billion-2019/

The only LEGITIMATE concern that I've heard so far is that provisions need to be made for those with food allergies.
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Soros Spending Big Money In Texas (a link)

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http://dcwhispers.com/soros-spending-big-money-to-turn-texas-blue-and-hand-america-to-the-globalists/#m5MEPsHrL4vee38d.97
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Another Unpopular Truth (a link)

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https://squawker.org/culture-wars/if-new-york-city-was-all-white-people-96-fewer-shootings-91-fewer-murders-83-fewer-rapes/
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Palin On Florida - "We need to discuss the failure of the FBI..."

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http://www.breitbart.com/radio/2018/02/17/palin-florida-school-shooting-we-need-discuss-failure-fbi-not-second-amendment/
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Parents Catch FBI Grooming Mentally Ill Son To Be CONSERVATIVE Terrorist (a link)

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http://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/psychological-operations/parents-catch-fbi-plot-force-mentally-ill-son-right-wing-terrorist/
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Go-Fund-Me Account For Husband Of Fellow Blogger (a link)

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https://www.gofundme.com/DanielTate

Please help if you can.
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Inside A Social Justice Factory (a link)

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http://www.wnd.com/2018/02/inside-a-horrifying-social-justice-factory/
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Election 2018: A Good Start (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2018-044: Election 2018: A Good Start
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Fruit of the Mouth (a link)

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Perpetual Proverbs: Fruit of the Mouth
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Army Going "Old School" To Combat Discipline Problems With Millenials (a link)

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https://conservativetribune.com/us-army-recruits-entitled/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=lifezette&utm_campaign=can&utm_content=2018-02-16
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Saturday, February 17, 2018

If You Like Purty Pictures (a link)

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https://www.facebook.com/TeenaBowersPhotos/app/309028460694/
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Chapter 21


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Chapter 21



John



The icy blasts rushed up the treeless hill with the unabated vigor of a run-away freight train. Snowflakes weren’t just falling; they were beating against the windows of the Federal Revival farmhouse like a billion tiny white flies seeking shelter from the howling wind. The sun hadn’t shown its smiling warmth all day and the freezing wind sought entrance into the home through every warped clapboard, every open keyhole, and every cold-shrunken door and window sash. Inside, four fireplaces roared and crackled with yellow flames, and the huge cast-iron cook stove in the kitchen at the back of the house glowed slightly red at the two back lids and the lower part of the stovepipe. Hardly any light came in through the windows, so those inside finally tacked old quilts over the doors and windows on the windward side of the house and lit the gaslights. It wasn’t a fit day outside for man nor beast and only moderately better inside. Still, the excitement of those inside kept them warm.
Seventy-six year old Hank Day was spending his time carrying firewood into the house to feed the voracious appetites of the fireplaces and the cook stove. He was also trying to stock enough wood inside the house to last through a night that could be colder yet. Gustavia (Gussie)—15, Corrine—11, and Bertha—8, were all at home due to the bitter wind and the drifting snow and were trying their best to practice their school lessons. Still, they spent more time pacing the floor and listening for sounds from their parent’s bedroom than they did studying. Flossie was the baby at three years of age, but even she knew that something special was going on and was a source of endless questions for her aunt, Marie DeVeau, who was watching the girls.
Marie was doing a little cooking, boiling water, fixing endless pots of coffee and tea and trying to keep the girls occupied as best she could. The latter was no easy task when they heard the occasional moan or groan come from the direction of the bedroom where their mother, Iva, lay on the bed that she usually shared with her husband, Cump Day. Cump wasn’t there, but he was aboard the train going from Charleville to Hunterstown where he received a wire that his fifth child was only a few hours away.
In the room with Iva was a half-sister, a cousin and the neighbor-lady who was the official midwife. It was late in January of 1925 and no one had even considered calling a doctor; most folks didn’t back then.
Cump made it into town on the 4:15 from Hunterstown, which arrived 45 minutes late from having waited an hour for a crew to get a windblown tree off the tracks. Only by having the fireman over-stoke the engine with coal did the engineer make up fifteen minutes of the lost time. A neighbor waited for Cump at the station with a Model-T on which he’d improvised tire chains by wrapping the tires with the trace chains from a pair of horse harnesses. There was enough snow on the brick streets of Newport that the chains got no wear from the pavement, yet they allowed the two travelers to move through the snow as fast as a good horse with a sleigh. At six o’clock, Cump stomped the snow off his boots, entered the rear hall door of his home and knocked on his own bedroom door before entering.
Iva was in pain, but conversant, so Cump gave her a kiss, chatted with her a moment and then went to the kitchen to greet his girls. Between hugs, kisses and worried questions he managed to drink enough coffee to return feeling to his fingers and toes. He then started pacing the floor with an enthusiasm known only to those who’ve experienced the situation. At 6:48, a long scream-like groan from Iva was followed by the healthy shriek of a tiny person very upset with all the commotion he’d just been forced to endure. Cump was told that he had his first son, and a few minutes later, the midwife allowed him to come in and see his wife and the newest member of the family. William T. Day, Jr. had entered this life on a day that he would never remember, but a day that the rest of the family would never forget.
Iva was 37 and Cump was 45 when “Junior” was born, so it was probably for the best that he turned out to be their last child. With four older sisters, two doting parents, an equally doting Aunt Marie and a proud Grandpa Hank in the home, young Junior never lacked for attention. The first picture of him, taken the following spring, shows the proud parents in what is obviously a studio. Cump is standing, Iva is seated and Junior sits on her lap wearing one of the dress-like smocks that were already long out of style with everyone except some country folks and very conservative people of wealth. Junior appears happy, yet thoughtful—perhaps because of his outfit. Already, he was being called “John” rather than “Junior,” due to the fact that little Flossie had given him a name which was easier for her to pronounce.
The next we hear about John is that he was the one to find his Grandpa Hank after his heart attack. It was a warm August morning during John’s second year. Cump was working and the family had gone to the Daley farmhouse down by the pike to do some chores. Hank was milking the cows and the girls were picking vegetables while the women were preparing canning jars in which to store the harvest. John, bored with watching the preparations, decided to walk the 75 yards out to the barn and watch his grandpa milk for a while. Cows were becoming what would turn out to be a life-long love for him.
After he’d been gone an unusually long time, Iva called for him. When he didn’t come and Hank didn’t respond either, Iva went to the barn looking for the boy. When she arrived, Hank lay on the floor of the stall and John stood where he’d stopped with his little wagon, staring in confusion at his grandpa’s lifeless body. Iva’s scream attracted a neighbor couple who were going by with a horse and wagon who then tolled the bell at the Methodist church and drove to town to inform the undertaker that he had some more business.
The next mention of the boy was about two years later when the family moved from their home on the hill to the Daley house down by the pike. It was a slightly smaller house, but had running water from a spring on the hillside, plus Cump had built a large outbuilding which served as a milk-house downstairs, a small country store at ground level and had a large bedroom in the upstairs. John was four years old at the time and knew the path through the pasture field between the two houses. Several times he escaped the clutches of his sisters, dove under the board fence around the lawn and took off up the trail to his former home on the hill. Eventually, though, after his sisters hauled him back over the hill a few times, he accepted the new place as home.
Cump and Iva’s son grew up a typical depression-era farm boy, helping on the farm, fishing in Waddington Creek and going squirrel and rabbit hunting with his father when he got the chance. The summer of his twelfth year, his dad worked away in the oil fields most of the time and left him to do as much of the farm work as he could. There were hired hands and out-of-work relatives living on the farm as well, but John made it his project to mow the whole place with their strawberry-roan gelding and the old one-horse mower. Nearly seventy-five acres of pasture and meadow got trimmed by the four foot cutter bar of the old McCormick mowing machine that summer.
John accomplished another feat that summer, also—one that will never be repeated in this day and age. Money wasn’t an easy commodity to come by in 1937, especially for a kid who lived in the country. Still, John found a way to get something he truly longed for—a straight-shooting .22 rifle. Riding his bicycle, he canvassed the nearby countryside to find how many folks would like to subscribe to Grit Magazine©, a publication geared mostly to folks living in the country or in small towns. It was printed on newspaper stock back then and was the only magazine to which many folks could afford to subscribe. How long it took, and whether he earned points toward the rifle or gave up commission money to trade for it no one living knows. However, before hunting season of 1937, the mailman delivered to the farmhouse door a Mossberg Model 37 Target Rifle, a bolt-action with a tubular magazine under the barrel, both a leaf sight and receiver sight, plus sling swivels and a sling.
With that rifle he added quite a bit of squirrel and rabbit to the diet of the Day family, a welcome event during those lean years. In high school, he took the rifle to school on the bus and competed on the rifle team. He was called “John” at school the same as he was at home and one fawning female admirer addressed her poetic entry in his yearbook to “Big John, the rifle guy.”
Like many young men of the era, John also loved baseball. He wasn’t the fastest at running bases or in the outfield, despite being six feet tall and only weighing 135 pounds. However, he was a good at batting and was at his absolute best in the outfield, slinging blazing baseballs wherever they were needed to put out an opponent. He was pleased to letter in the sport his senior year.
On December 7, 1941, when the Japs paid a surprise visit to Pearl Harbor, John was about three months into his sophomore year at Newport High School. In order to serve his country while still in high school, he volunteered as an Air Raid Warden for the lower end of the Waddington Valley. When the sirens blew for night drills, his job was to climb to the top of the hill and look for any form of light. Anyone who didn’t extinguish or cover their lights to make them unnoticeable was to be warned if the warden knew who they were, or the failure to cover the light reported if the warden didn’t know the party involved or the exact location.
Even tiny rural communities instituted such precautionary measures, but Newport could have been a legitimate bombing target since it was rail hub, a manufacturing area and at the junction of several highways. The idea was not to give the enemy a clear target or any indications of where particular targets might be located. Room-darkening blinds were big sellers during the war years, not just to keep sunlight out, but to keep room lights in, be they electric, gas, kerosene or candle.
When drafted into the Army after graduation, his years of shooting the .22 allowed him to quickly earn his sharpshooter medal. He saw enough of war in the Pacific to see the irony and the waste of human life it entailed, but unlike some GIs, he never let it turn into hatred of the enemy. Once, while walking a newly secured beach in the Philippines, he came upon a place where dead Japanese had been piled like cordwood, awaiting the crews that would give them a mass burial. As he stood there in the heat, with flies and maggots already crawling on the corpses, the thought that repeatedly ran through his mind was that every dead soldier was some mother’s son.
Returning home, he resumed working with his father on the farm, but also delved into the new business his dad had started in his absence—operating a sawmill. For whatever reason, his father soon promoted him to sawyer and demoted himself to off-bearer. About the same time, a new girl at church named Eve Larson caught John’s eye and a year-and-a-half later, they were married. In another year, they moved into the old farmhouse on the hill that John had kept returning to as a four-year-old.
John’s dad had bought 180 acres of mostly virgin timber on Tick Ridge during the 30’s, and when they moved the mill from the farm on the Old St. Ambrose Pike to the ridge property in 1948, they did quite well at their trade. Everything that would make passable lumber was sawn. The high grade boards were sold to a couple lumber companies in Marysburg, Ohio; the lower grade boards were sold at the mill for fences, barns and livestock pens. The poor quality tree trunks and the limbs were made into firewood, most of which was sold to customers in Newport.
John and a young neighbor named Ed Crowder were in such good physical condition that they would fall a full-sized oak tree with their crosscut saw and then not stop for a break until all the logs were sawed to length and all the larger limbs were sawn into fire wood. John and Ed would often saw and hand-split three face-cords of 24 inch wood (1&1/2 standard cords) and deliver it by noon. After dinner (that’s lunch today), they’d get another load ready and then deliver it after supper. Weather permitting, they’d sometimes do that for days on end.
Their wood splitter was a worn-out double-bitted axe, not the heavy wedge-shaped mauls of today. A flick of the wrist at the right millisecond caused the sticks of firewood to fly apart as if blasted by dynamite. It was a trick that few people mastered back then and even fewer know today. Sledge and wedges were used only on stubborn pieces. Despite their “primitive” methods, John and Ed made good money, but they earned every penny.
Proof of John’s earnings was evident from the facts that he bought a new 2 ½ ton truck in 1950, a Ford “Golden Jubilee” tractor in 1953, a Ferguson “40” in 1957, built a new barn in 1961 (the old one was leaning toward Fisher’s) and bought another new truck in 1965. Folks that aren’t self-employed probably won’t understand, though, why he never bought a new automobile as long as he lived, but purchased used vehicles instead. Practical people don’t mind spending money for things that make money. It’s more difficult, however, to justify spending hard-earned funds for pleasure or to “keep up with the Joneses.”
John and Eve were sociable sorts and were members of the Mount Zion Methodist Church and The Grange, plus Eve was involved in the Farm Women’s Club, a rural off-shoot of the Methodist Church. Also, John served as a member on the Stone County Fair Board. In 1949, they had a daughter, Agnes Francine, and in 1955 they had a son that they named “William Theodore Day, III.”
One anecdote concerning one of John’s rare displays of quiet temper deals with when he gave his son’s name to the nurse filling out the papers at the hospital. The nurse quickly asked, “Oh, is your middle name Theodore?” To that, John explained that he had no middle name, only an initial. The nurse proceeded to tell him that he couldn’t call the boy “the third,” since the middle name didn’t follow through. In reply, John raised one eye-brow, gave the nurse a look that could have chiseled granite and said, “He’s MY son, I’ll name him what I want.”
Strangely enough, when the hospital sent the birth record to the court house a month later, the Roman numeral had somehow disappeared from the boy’s name. The main thing that Eve remembers from that visit to the hospital was the kiss she got from John after he was told that he had a son. She says that she’s never gotten a kiss quite like that one either before or after.
There are people to whom family, heritage and ancestral property means little. John was not one of those. His family, both immediate and distant, meant the world to him. The heritage to which he was heir wasn’t one of wealth or fame, but a name for being hard working and honest. Nor was the property his family owned extensive; before he and his dad bought the Tick Ridge property, the family owned only 150 acres on Waddington and 60 acres a few miles away on Hogshead Run, just off the new state route to Wheelersburg. However, John could tell you where his grandfather once raised strawberries, blackberries or pole beans on the place. He could also tell you where his dad used to set up the cider press in the orchard and which individual trees had the sweetest apples. He also knew when a certain section of woodland had last been field instead of forest and where the last native chestnut tree stood on the farm before it was killed by the blight that wiped out the nation’s most useful tree.
His love for the land and for hard work didn’t cause him much trouble, other than perhaps keep him a little poorer than if he’d chosen occupations besides farming and sawmilling. His love of family, however, didn’t always allow things to work in his favor. With his sister Bertha and her husband, Delvin Byrd, living across the road, sister Corrine and her husband, Jack Jones, about a mile up the Pike, and his father-in-law, Roose Larson, on the next farm above Corrine, he was often called on to help during hay season or to bail them out of some problem they couldn’t solve. Since he rarely would take any money for helping family, and they rarely returned the help in like quantity, his own work and income sometimes suffered. Of course the family never considered the price he was paying for helping them, after all, he didn’t “have a job” like they did. Only those who have ever been self-employed can fully understand the ignorance, ego and unmitigated gall that such thinking requires.
In the summer of 1959, John and Eve planted a couple acres of cleared woodland above Workman’s Cave in Scotch pine and white pine to raise as Christmas trees. His father, 79 at the time, was upset with him for planting a crop on the property, remembering the old days of “corn rights” and squatter’s right’s. He apparently thought he would lose ownership in the property by John’s actions. He didn’t remember that it was John’s money that had paid for most of it and that John’s name was on the deed. His sisters got into the act by pooh-poohing such a “silly” idea as growing Christmas trees to sell in the first place. John, tiring of the hounding by those who should have wished him well, ended up letting the trees go unpruned and never sold a one.
In spite of increasing “family problems,” John still managed to slowly get ahead and, little by little, he remodeled part of the farmhouse they lived in. Two tiny upstairs bedrooms were combined into a single large modern-looking bedroom for Agnes. New ceilings were installed in the kitchen, dining room and living room and those rooms rewired. John even started hand-digging a basement under the old house. The home improvements eventually came to a halt, though.
Agnes had always been “different,” but she had been a “joiner” from the start—active in 4-H, church youth groups and junior high and high school orchestra. And so, when she graduated high school and wanted to get a degree in music, John and Eve mortgaged the farm and sent her to the most expensive college in the state. Unfortunately, one of her professors was an insecure pseudo-intellectual who dealt with his insecurities by bullying, badgering and belittling his students. Agnes changed majors and switched to a much larger and only slightly less expensive university the following year. She then switched majors another time or two before finally graduating seven years later.
Even though Eve had gone to work once Bill entered grade school, John and Eve hardly ever had a dime to spare from the day Agnes entered college. Still, when Bill reached college age, they offered to do for him what they’d done for his sister. Bill told them that to do so would finish bankrupting them and that if he wanted college badly enough he’d find his own way to attend. Unfortunately, Bill never wanted it that badly. Worse by far was the fact that Agnes only used her education for about five years until she married a Pentecostal preacher and gave up gainful employment. Agnes’ college loans were finally paid off eighteen years later, two years after John’s death.
The one bright spot in John’s financial life after Agnes’ college had begun was his Christmas trees—not the ones he’d planted and abandoned on Tick Ridge, but the ones he started planting on his part of the Day farm in 1967, the same year Agnes had started college. Each year, he planted a few hundred more, and five years into the experiment, he sold his first few trees. The proceeds weren’t excessive, but the money made Christmas a little easier that year.
Sales increased each year and slowly began to replace the fading revenue from raising his beloved Polled Hereford cattle. One winter day at dusk, John watched as his cattle wadded in prime hilltop-grown clover and swallowed it without seeming to even chew. He remarked to Bill that he enjoyed the sight so much that he could watch them eat for hours and never get bored. Asked by Bill which he would choose if he had to make a choice between farming and forestry, John told him farming would be the clear choice. When the question was returned to him, Bill chose the opposite.
A Christmas tree customer once asked John if it bothered him to cut down his pretty pines after several years of tending them. His reply was that the area then devoted to pines had earlier been the poorest, least productive land on the place and that the pines provided fall and winter color where only dead weeds once stood during those seasons. Besides, he planted a new seedling back by every stump.
Another time, a lumber customer asked if it ever concerned him to cut the huge oaks that made up the most valuable part of his sawmilling business. He said that indeed, there was a twinge of regret, much like what he felt when taking a faithful cow that was past her prime to the slaughterhouse or the auction. But, the human race required certain things to live, and for most, that included meat; for nearly everyone, it included lumber in some form. He explained how he considered wood far more beautiful to look at than brick, concrete, steel, glass or plastic. It seemed logical to him that the reason was that God made wood; man made the other materials.
He then spoke of area barns which would show their rugged strength long after he was gone, the classic furniture that had been built from his lumber that might still be appreciated decades or even centuries from that day and of the church up the road where believers knelt to pray beneath strong oaken rafters from the local forest that he’d sawn on his mill. He mentioned that his lumber was found in some of the best homes in Newport, and in yachts that plied the Ohio, Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. “Had those trees never been cut,” he said, “they would have eventually fallen over as rotten or wind-thrown trees in the forest and slowly turned to dirt without anyone ever seeing the beauty hidden beneath their bark.” John believed in the wise use of our resources and was quick to learn and apply conservation measures wherever he could, but he was disgusted by the strict preservations that were beginning to appear who wanted to waste some of the things he considered gifts to mankind from God Almighty.
Cattle prices continued to erode for a few years while the price of barbed-wire went through the roof. Finally there came a day when the bulk of the fencing on the farm needed to be totally rebuilt. John juggled figures every way he could, but each time the numbers showed that the fence would be worth more than the cattle it surrounded. It was a sad day for John when he sold his cattle, but he consoled himself with the promise that he would start up his herd again when the economy got into better balance.
Eve had gotten a job at one of the local banks about the time that John sold his cattle, and the story began to circulate in the family that his wife was the main breadwinner. The relatives who spread the rumor had apparently never seen the paltry paycheck that most bank employees bring home or they would have been embarrassed at the lies they told. Nor did they have any way to know that John still made two to three times what Eve earned at the bank. Still, the rumors hurt when they finally landed on John’s ears, especially considering who was spreading them. In spite of those rumors, John continued to help the very people who lied about him.
Outside of his family, John continued to garner some respect. A friendly smile always appeared when he met either an old friend or a stranger and he always knew some amusing joke or story to tell. He was well known for helping anyone in need, he was active in various farm and forestry groups, he participated in behind-the scenes politics, and his presence in the community as “the Christmas tree man” made him popular with a whole new generation in the valley. There’s an old saying that children and dogs are good judges of character; both liked John. His tree business was prospering and he and Eve were finally beginning to see some light at the end of the tunnel of debt they’d entered years earlier.
About that time his sister, Gussie, grew near death with cancer. All his life, John had been told that he would inherit the rest of the farm for taking care of his folks and his Aunt Marie in their old age. He and Bertha traveled to Washington, D.C. to see her and while they were there, Gussie wrote her will to include Bertha as half heir to the remainder of the farm. With the stroke of a pen, all those promises were turned to lies. Gussie’s excuse was that Bertha had more money to take care of the old house they’d grown up in, and Bertha promised whole-heartedly to take very good care of it.
Gussie died two days later and two years later Bertha kicked her elderly Aunt Marie out of the old farmhouse and “took care of it” with a bulldozer, a can of gasoline and a match. John’s Aunt Marie moved in with him and Eve, and Bertha divided the inherited property so that John’s “half” of the estate was landlocked property to the rear of his own land while her “half” was a nearly equal amount of property, but with all the road frontage. Gussie had appointed her as executrix of the estate and it would have taken a lawsuit to have fought the unfair division, so John accepted the division with little comment, even though he received only about a third of the value.
About that time, John’s recent “back pains” were discovered to have been unrecognized heart attacks. John trusted his doctor, but steadfastly refused his advice to see a heart specialist. For almost a year, his doctor refused to allow him to return to sawmilling and kept him on a strict diet to lose the too many pounds that had accumulated from too many years of eating delicious country cooking.
The day finally came when the doctor okayed his return to sawmilling and he spent an easy day puttering around the mill sawing some small logs and doing a little edging. It was like Christmas for him to once again hear the whine of the mill saw and enjoy the acrid smell of oak sawdust. He went to bed rejuvenated more than tired.
The next day was Sunday, and he and Eve went with Bill and his wife to the southern end of the state to pick up Bill’s stepson from church camp. John’s previous day of sawing had left him a bit tired, so he napped a bit on the way down. Once there, everyone noticed that his eyes were continually drawn to the towering poplar trees in the camp. Growing there in the valley between two mountains, the poplars had spent their lives reaching heavenward for life-giving sunlight and had grown tall and straight with hardly any limbs for most of their height. The family teased him about his calculating all the beautiful lumber those trees held beneath their bark and he laughed along with them.
They had hardly pulled out the gate to leave the camp when they realized that something was wrong with John. Rushing back to the camp, they gave him CPR with the camp nurse’s supervision, but before the ambulance ever made it from the distant village they realized their efforts were in vain. There, beneath those tall, beautiful poplar trees and amongst the green West Virginia mountains that he loved so much, John breathed his last.
The doctor would tell you that a lifetime of bacon and eggs for breakfast and meat and potatoes for lunch were to blame for John’s early death at age 59. However, all his ancestors ate the same way, and most lived to be quite old. Perhaps it’s only bitterness speaking, but Eve blames it on getting his heart broken by his family once too often.
Copyright 2008
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