Just a quick note to everyone about this and that...
Talked with Mom, when I finally caught her at home, and heard about cell phone batteries blowing up, viruses on computer, her busy day, greasy chicken at Long John's, etc... hahaha.... She has had a head cold but was better when I visited with her.
Jake, as of today, will be finishing up his second full week at the Vet Teaching Hospital on OSU Campus in Stillwater. He seems to really like it, as it is a job and income! He keeps mentioning going to welding school. So one can only guess...
Phil starts his new job on this coming Monday working for Rain's Trucking in Perkins in the office. He will be a great addition to their team.
Jonathan is finishing up a school in OKC. It was put on by Microsoft and trained them in the use of a special program he will be using in tracking web design/development projects for the Chickasaw Nation. He is on their Web Dev team, and loves his job, just don't ask him if he does, haha...
Heather had a bout of tummy virus this week and with Madison Ann coming in a few months, it gave us all a scare. Ann kept Andrew for a day while Heather recovered at home. She is back at work and doing ok. Her father in law has a bout of it and last I heard was very weak and could hardly walk and if any of you know him, Roy, he retired from Stillwater Police Dept., farms full time and is now a full time deputy well!
Paul is ok, haven't heard a thing from Tammy or Austyn, and was told Randi and Kaitlyn are doing ok.
so all in all, things are going ok. Andrew has been spending Sundays with Jake and they play video games and have a big ole time for a few hours, and he loves to talk on the phone!!
In my area of the world, PCL is finishing up our year end awards and are to announce on the 14 of Feb., Monday. It has been a big deal, we had almost a million votes cast, with over 900 nominees for about 68 areas, and I count it all by myself... it has been a 18 to 20 hour a day seven day a week thing for me since Jan 1 and I am now looking forward to Tuesday!! Sure glad Jake has been able to tend to the cattle for Grandma and us!! He has been our saving grace this year!
Not much else going on here. Oh yes.. Grandma gets her hearing aids next week, can't wait to see how that works.. haha...
Enjoy the day... Hey Cortney, how was the Colorado trip?
Friday, February 11, 2005
From the New York Times (New York, New York), 11 February 1861
Railway Detentions--The Lesson of the Season
From the New York Times (New York, New York), 11 February 1861, page 3
If any railway traveler has escaped annoying detention during the cold terms of the present Winter, caused by the inability of the engine to proceed, he has been peculiarly fortunate. The vital features of the locomotive are susceptible to cold in a much great degree than the public imagines. A blockade of snow certainly delays progress, but it does not of itself permanently interrupt it, for if a locomotive can only be made to generate the breath of life, the penetration of the loftiest New-England snow-banks is but a question of time. The trouble is, that the supply of feedwater to the boiler, being dependent upon the locomotion of the engine, is cut off--the alternate charge and retreat of the huge battering-ram does not develop sufficient continuity of the motion to keep the pumps in action--the blood stops flowing through the veins of the iron horse, till half-a-dozen of them together are stalled in the same drift. But a more frequent cause of detention is the freezing of the pump during long stoppages at stations, or while waiting for trains. As the action of this heart of the monster is dependent upon his locomotion, any temporary cessation of the pulsation and flow is likely to result in disaster more or less serious. . . .
From the New York Times (New York, New York), 11 February 1861, page 3
If any railway traveler has escaped annoying detention during the cold terms of the present Winter, caused by the inability of the engine to proceed, he has been peculiarly fortunate. The vital features of the locomotive are susceptible to cold in a much great degree than the public imagines. A blockade of snow certainly delays progress, but it does not of itself permanently interrupt it, for if a locomotive can only be made to generate the breath of life, the penetration of the loftiest New-England snow-banks is but a question of time. The trouble is, that the supply of feedwater to the boiler, being dependent upon the locomotion of the engine, is cut off--the alternate charge and retreat of the huge battering-ram does not develop sufficient continuity of the motion to keep the pumps in action--the blood stops flowing through the veins of the iron horse, till half-a-dozen of them together are stalled in the same drift. But a more frequent cause of detention is the freezing of the pump during long stoppages at stations, or while waiting for trains. As the action of this heart of the monster is dependent upon his locomotion, any temporary cessation of the pulsation and flow is likely to result in disaster more or less serious. . . .
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Adams Centinel (Gettysburg, Pa.), 09 February 1825, page 2
Adams Centinel (Gettysburg, Pa.), 09 February 1825, page 2
The number of Indians, within the territory of the United States, as far as ascertained, is 129,266, and they claim 63,143,258 acres of land.
. . . .
JEWS.--It is thought a bill will pass the Legislature of Maryland this session, giving to this proscribed race equal civil privileges with those of other sects; they have not been heretofore, in that State, eligible to any office.
During the last year, there were 707 persons committed to the Boston jail for debt. In that State, imprisonment for debt has not been abolished.
The number of Indians, within the territory of the United States, as far as ascertained, is 129,266, and they claim 63,143,258 acres of land.
. . . .
JEWS.--It is thought a bill will pass the Legislature of Maryland this session, giving to this proscribed race equal civil privileges with those of other sects; they have not been heretofore, in that State, eligible to any office.
During the last year, there were 707 persons committed to the Boston jail for debt. In that State, imprisonment for debt has not been abolished.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
From the Wilson's in Norman to all our family - Happy Valentines Day
Sending an early "Valentine" to see if it will make it around the world by Feb. 14th.
"For God so loVed the world,
That He gAve
His onLy
BegottEn
SoN
That whosever
believeth In Him
Should Not perish,
But have Everlasting life."
John 3:16
"For God so loVed the world,
That He gAve
His onLy
BegottEn
SoN
That whosever
believeth In Him
Should Not perish,
But have Everlasting life."
John 3:16
Monday, February 07, 2005
I love my Uncle Ivan... please keep on sending these stories..
Ivan Moffat
El Reno, Oklahoma
THE SUNDAY WE NEVER ARRIVED AT CHURCH
I think it is one of the ironies of life that some of our most harrowing experiences, with the passing of time, can become some of the most amusing, in retrospect. Perhaps this is one way that God balances the plusses and minuses in our lives.
I was eleven years old that spring of 1937. It had been raining this Sunday morning and the dirt roads would be slick but we did not worry about that as we prepared to go to church.
One of my brothers, with his wife, came by in their Model-A Ford coupe. I jumped in with them while another brother drove our 1928 Buick. Mama was in the front seat with my brother while Daddy rode in the back seat. They were about a quarter of a mile behind us but on down the road when we looked back, they were not behind us any longer. My brother stopped the car and we waited a bit but when they did not appear, we started to back up. Then we saw them! The Buick had slid off the road and overturned in the ditch.
The car had turned over on the passenger side so my brother Oscar, my Mama and Daddy were trying to upright themselves and try to get out. Soon, my brother rolled down the window on the driver's side and, standing on the steering wheel, he managed to pull himself out of the overturned car. He pulled Daddy to safety and it was then that they decided they had a real problem.
Mama was still in the car. And Mama was five feet tall and weighed 260 pounds. So it was no small problem facing them. Mama, in the meantime, had managed to get on her feet. She was standing on the window on the passenger side with her head barely visible coming out the window on the driver's side. She was a lesson in patience as she waited for Daddy and her boys to decide how to get her out of this predicament.
Bracing themselves the best they could, they managed, by pulling and tugging, to get Mama through that window. But the task was not accomplished--they still had to get Mama to the ground. By that time, we had been joined by a neighbor, who stood by me. My eleven-year-old mind was churning and suddenly I came up with the perfect solution. In dramatic fashion, I flung my arms open wide and yelled, "Jump, Mama, I'll catch you!" But our neighbor, afraid Mama might, in the uncertainty of the moment, take me seriously, yelled back, "No Bertha, don't jump!"
Well, we all did the obvious. My two brothers, with Daddy's help, took Mama's arms and eased her off the car, with our neighbor and me helping as she slid down. Needless to say, Mama had to forget all about her modesty that day.
Well, we all missed church that Sunday. Besides all of us being a muddy mess, by the time we got Mama on the ground, Church was over anyway. But you know, God was with us that day--Mama and Daddy and my brother were unhurt. And the only difference in this Sunday and any other Sabbath Day, this day our blessing came in a muddy road ditch-instead of Church.
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This was something that my dad never told us about growing up... I wonder why? Could it be he was driving, hummmm ...
Thanks Uncle Ivan, and please keep sending in these precious memories, please???
For those that don't know, Oklahoma means Red Man. Well, it should mean RED CLAY, cause there is tons of it ... around where this happened, and where we live now!!! RED GREASY CLAY.... when it's wet, YUCK!!
El Reno, Oklahoma
THE SUNDAY WE NEVER ARRIVED AT CHURCH
I think it is one of the ironies of life that some of our most harrowing experiences, with the passing of time, can become some of the most amusing, in retrospect. Perhaps this is one way that God balances the plusses and minuses in our lives.
I was eleven years old that spring of 1937. It had been raining this Sunday morning and the dirt roads would be slick but we did not worry about that as we prepared to go to church.
One of my brothers, with his wife, came by in their Model-A Ford coupe. I jumped in with them while another brother drove our 1928 Buick. Mama was in the front seat with my brother while Daddy rode in the back seat. They were about a quarter of a mile behind us but on down the road when we looked back, they were not behind us any longer. My brother stopped the car and we waited a bit but when they did not appear, we started to back up. Then we saw them! The Buick had slid off the road and overturned in the ditch.
The car had turned over on the passenger side so my brother Oscar, my Mama and Daddy were trying to upright themselves and try to get out. Soon, my brother rolled down the window on the driver's side and, standing on the steering wheel, he managed to pull himself out of the overturned car. He pulled Daddy to safety and it was then that they decided they had a real problem.
Mama was still in the car. And Mama was five feet tall and weighed 260 pounds. So it was no small problem facing them. Mama, in the meantime, had managed to get on her feet. She was standing on the window on the passenger side with her head barely visible coming out the window on the driver's side. She was a lesson in patience as she waited for Daddy and her boys to decide how to get her out of this predicament.
Bracing themselves the best they could, they managed, by pulling and tugging, to get Mama through that window. But the task was not accomplished--they still had to get Mama to the ground. By that time, we had been joined by a neighbor, who stood by me. My eleven-year-old mind was churning and suddenly I came up with the perfect solution. In dramatic fashion, I flung my arms open wide and yelled, "Jump, Mama, I'll catch you!" But our neighbor, afraid Mama might, in the uncertainty of the moment, take me seriously, yelled back, "No Bertha, don't jump!"
Well, we all did the obvious. My two brothers, with Daddy's help, took Mama's arms and eased her off the car, with our neighbor and me helping as she slid down. Needless to say, Mama had to forget all about her modesty that day.
Well, we all missed church that Sunday. Besides all of us being a muddy mess, by the time we got Mama on the ground, Church was over anyway. But you know, God was with us that day--Mama and Daddy and my brother were unhurt. And the only difference in this Sunday and any other Sabbath Day, this day our blessing came in a muddy road ditch-instead of Church.
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This was something that my dad never told us about growing up... I wonder why? Could it be he was driving, hummmm ...
Thanks Uncle Ivan, and please keep sending in these precious memories, please???
For those that don't know, Oklahoma means Red Man. Well, it should mean RED CLAY, cause there is tons of it ... around where this happened, and where we live now!!! RED GREASY CLAY.... when it's wet, YUCK!!
Happy Birthday to Stephen Guth today.. all day long..
Oh my goodness how fast they grow up!! If my math serves me correctly, and I did graduate from Perkins High, "me thinks ole Stephen is about..." Yelp, he is old enough to know how to play the game and young enough to keep score!!! Happy Birthday, Stephen... give my best to LaNeta too... We wish you many many more!!!
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Soap Making
Soap Making
From the Adams Centinel (Gettysburg, Pa.) 07 February 1816, page 3
Soap made of snow in the following manner:--Take and cut into very small pieces one pound of good hard soap, dissolve it with a slow fire, when dissolved put six or eight pounds of clean snow with it, and after having boiled them together well for three hours (or until it shows a lather on its surface) add a wine glass of salt, and let it get cold, when it will be found the finest soap & to weigh as much as the snow did originally
From the Adams Centinel (Gettysburg, Pa.) 07 February 1816, page 3
Soap made of snow in the following manner:--Take and cut into very small pieces one pound of good hard soap, dissolve it with a slow fire, when dissolved put six or eight pounds of clean snow with it, and after having boiled them together well for three hours (or until it shows a lather on its surface) add a wine glass of salt, and let it get cold, when it will be found the finest soap & to weigh as much as the snow did originally
Saturday, February 05, 2005
This is here because we had family go through this.... too.
The Cherokee Outlet and its lawless days
1/19/2005
There was not much law in the Cherokee Outlet in the days before the famous land run of Sept. 16, 1893. Horse thieves and other assorted criminals operated freely. In fact there is one theory Pat Hennessy, a freighter plying the Chisholm Trail, was killed in the late 1800s by horse thieves masquerading as Indians.
Murder was easy. Many times people just seemed to disappear, never to be heard from again, until they were accidentally unearthed decades later. It was usually impossible to identify the remains.
This was pretty much the case with the skeletal remains unearthed in October 1927 near Alva. There was a story about it in the Enid Morning News, along with an interview with a pioneer resident, Evan G. “Parson” Barnard, giving his reactions to the finding of the unidentified remains.
All that was known about the man in the shallow grave was he certainly did not die of natural causes. There were two bullet holes in the skull. The newspaper story says the remains were found in October 1927, buried near the old camp house on the Fritzlen Ranch, northwest of Alva. Nearby residents estimated he had been in the ground for 25 years — maybe longer.
In the years before the land run of 1893 the Cherokee Outlet was a lush grassland, and a number of ranchers leased land from the Cherokees and established large cattle operations in the area.
The shooting victim was wearing a pair of homemade boots. “Killed with his boots on, eh!” Barnard exclaimed, as he leaned back in his chair at Grange headquarters on East Broadway. “Well, many went down that way in the early days,” he recalled.
The man found near Alva might have been killed in a fuss over who had first claim to a piece of land in the run of 1893. That would have been in about the same estimated time frame of 25 years or so earlier (34 years to be exact). Maybe he was a “Sooner” who had entered the Outlet before the prescribed time, or maybe he was a lawful participant in the land run killed by a “Sooner,” and then buried to cover up the crime.
Whoever killed him must have wanted to make sure he was dead, because they shot him twice in the head. Once should have been enough. So, maybe it was a crime of passion, done in a burst of anger.
There probably are still scores of skeletal remains of people, who died violently, or non-violently, lying in unmarked graves all over the old Cherokee Outlet and the Oklahoma Panhandle.
In this same interview Barnard tells how he almost became one of them:
“In the fall of 1887,” Barnard began, “I was working down around El Reno on a government contract. We drove a large herd of cattle to Kiowa, Kan., to market. Kiowa was a wild town in those days and looked awfully big and thriving after 18 months on the range.
“As I was returning, I was caught in a rain storm about 17 miles south, and pulled into a cabin near what was then known as the Drum Ranch. As I approached the cabin I noticed three horses outside the cabin. It was raining hard and I went in. Who do you think I found there?
“Three of the toughest cattle rustlers in the country were in that cabin. One was George Newcomb, better known as the ‘Slaughter Kid.’ Another was Boss Smith, and I do not recall the name of the third man. They fingered their guns quite freely.
“Finally, I took my six-shooter from its holster and began wiping it off. No trouble ensued. I knew those men and knew their business. It would have been a perfectly easy thing for them to have bumped me off, buried me and no one would have ever known. That’s perhaps what happened to the man whose skeleton was found near Alva.”
Brown is a retired News & Eagle editor.
1/19/2005
There was not much law in the Cherokee Outlet in the days before the famous land run of Sept. 16, 1893. Horse thieves and other assorted criminals operated freely. In fact there is one theory Pat Hennessy, a freighter plying the Chisholm Trail, was killed in the late 1800s by horse thieves masquerading as Indians.
Murder was easy. Many times people just seemed to disappear, never to be heard from again, until they were accidentally unearthed decades later. It was usually impossible to identify the remains.
This was pretty much the case with the skeletal remains unearthed in October 1927 near Alva. There was a story about it in the Enid Morning News, along with an interview with a pioneer resident, Evan G. “Parson” Barnard, giving his reactions to the finding of the unidentified remains.
All that was known about the man in the shallow grave was he certainly did not die of natural causes. There were two bullet holes in the skull. The newspaper story says the remains were found in October 1927, buried near the old camp house on the Fritzlen Ranch, northwest of Alva. Nearby residents estimated he had been in the ground for 25 years — maybe longer.
In the years before the land run of 1893 the Cherokee Outlet was a lush grassland, and a number of ranchers leased land from the Cherokees and established large cattle operations in the area.
The shooting victim was wearing a pair of homemade boots. “Killed with his boots on, eh!” Barnard exclaimed, as he leaned back in his chair at Grange headquarters on East Broadway. “Well, many went down that way in the early days,” he recalled.
The man found near Alva might have been killed in a fuss over who had first claim to a piece of land in the run of 1893. That would have been in about the same estimated time frame of 25 years or so earlier (34 years to be exact). Maybe he was a “Sooner” who had entered the Outlet before the prescribed time, or maybe he was a lawful participant in the land run killed by a “Sooner,” and then buried to cover up the crime.
Whoever killed him must have wanted to make sure he was dead, because they shot him twice in the head. Once should have been enough. So, maybe it was a crime of passion, done in a burst of anger.
There probably are still scores of skeletal remains of people, who died violently, or non-violently, lying in unmarked graves all over the old Cherokee Outlet and the Oklahoma Panhandle.
In this same interview Barnard tells how he almost became one of them:
“In the fall of 1887,” Barnard began, “I was working down around El Reno on a government contract. We drove a large herd of cattle to Kiowa, Kan., to market. Kiowa was a wild town in those days and looked awfully big and thriving after 18 months on the range.
“As I was returning, I was caught in a rain storm about 17 miles south, and pulled into a cabin near what was then known as the Drum Ranch. As I approached the cabin I noticed three horses outside the cabin. It was raining hard and I went in. Who do you think I found there?
“Three of the toughest cattle rustlers in the country were in that cabin. One was George Newcomb, better known as the ‘Slaughter Kid.’ Another was Boss Smith, and I do not recall the name of the third man. They fingered their guns quite freely.
“Finally, I took my six-shooter from its holster and began wiping it off. No trouble ensued. I knew those men and knew their business. It would have been a perfectly easy thing for them to have bumped me off, buried me and no one would have ever known. That’s perhaps what happened to the man whose skeleton was found near Alva.”
Brown is a retired News & Eagle editor.
Now here is a happy baby.....
http://www.backroaddesign.com/jonandrandi/hello/256/1527/640/Img_0629.jpg Click on the link to view..... haha got ya.... Taken by Jonathan...!!!
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Jon playing tag with a racoon... and he lost..
Well, Jon, Randi and Kaitlyn came up last Saturday and spent the afternoon with us. Going home, Jon tried to play tag with a racoon in their lane about three miles from their home, with a car coming at them in the dark..... and lost! or their car did!! It was awesome seeing Kaitlyn. She is really growing! And according to Heather, Madison, Kaitlyn's cousin who's due date is end of April, is practicing to be on the soccer team!! What a joy to have two grandsons and two granddaughters.. Now we just need to break the tie.. oh my who will volunteer for that.. Jon, Phillip?? hummmmmmmmm..... haha... As you can tell, Kaitlyn was not a happy camper. She seemed to be a bit unhappy with us, I guess... ... No really, but her tummy was hurting a bit.. she is fine now and doing great! Their car is sick, however, and in the shop in OKC.
all for now.. have a great day...
Importation of Canadian cattle discussed today
Importation of Canadian cattle discussed today
Shaun Epperson; Science Reporter; O'Collegian
The Senate Agriculture Committee plans to meet today to discuss importation of cattle from Canada – something U.S. Rep. Frank Lucas and U.S. Sen. James Inhofe said could harm Oklahoma’s economy and possibly consumers’ health if mismanaged.
Lucas, R-Okla., and Inhofe, R-Okla., wrote a letter Jan. 4 to the secretary of the U.S. Department of Agriculture requesting that plans to reopen the border with Canada to live cattle on March 7 be delayed.
It called for a gradual introduction of cattle from Canada over a period of six months, according to a release from Inhofe’s press office.
“We cannot afford to open the border at this time, as there are simply too many unresolved issues vital not only to Oklahoma but to our entire nation,” Inhofe said in the release.
Damage to Oklahoma’s cattle business is one of the concerns Lucas and Inhofe cited to support a gradual importation of live cattle from Canada.
“It has been estimated that flooding the American market with Canadian cattle in March will likely produce an adverse, aggregate impact of more than $35,000,000 for Oklahoma cattlemen,” Inhofe and Lucas wrote in their letter to the USDA.
While a flood of cattle from Canada could, in theory, affect Oklahoma’s cattle business, the border opening will likely not cause a sizable economic problem, said Derrell Peel, Oklahoma State University professor and livestock marketing specialist.
“There’s not as many up there as people think there are, and they’re not all going to come at once, anyway,” he said.
This is partly because, with the exception of May through July 2003, beef importation from Canada has halted only for live cattle and not processed meat, he said.
“The issue of staggering the cattle (importation) is based on the assumption that the Canadians have been accumulating inventories of cattle since 2003,” Peel said.
“However, the reality is that since the meat market was closed only a couple of months, we have been importing beef in product form most of that time.”
The 2003 halt on Canadian beef importation came after the discovery of a cow in Canada infected with mad cow disease, a health risk associated with importation of live cattle and not processed beef, said Inhofe’s press secretary Jim Luetkemeyer.
“A live cow still has the potential of infecting others (cattle),” he said. “Processed beef doesn’t have that potential.”
The Canadian Food Inspection Agency recently announced the discovery of what is now the third case of mad cow disease in cattle from Canada, and that represents a current risk associated with live cattle importation, Inhofe and Lucas’ letter to the USDA suggests.
Dave Lalman, OSU beef and cattle specialist, said the risk of a human becoming affected by the disease is minimal. “It’s incredibly low,” he said. “USDA’s done a good job.”
Peel also said the risk associated with mad cow disease in cattle from the United States or Canada is “very, very low.”
Shaun Epperson; Science Reporter; O'Collegian
The Senate Agriculture Committee plans to meet today to discuss importation of cattle from Canada – something U.S. Rep. Frank Lucas and U.S. Sen. James Inhofe said could harm Oklahoma’s economy and possibly consumers’ health if mismanaged.
Lucas, R-Okla., and Inhofe, R-Okla., wrote a letter Jan. 4 to the secretary of the U.S. Department of Agriculture requesting that plans to reopen the border with Canada to live cattle on March 7 be delayed.
It called for a gradual introduction of cattle from Canada over a period of six months, according to a release from Inhofe’s press office.
“We cannot afford to open the border at this time, as there are simply too many unresolved issues vital not only to Oklahoma but to our entire nation,” Inhofe said in the release.
Damage to Oklahoma’s cattle business is one of the concerns Lucas and Inhofe cited to support a gradual importation of live cattle from Canada.
“It has been estimated that flooding the American market with Canadian cattle in March will likely produce an adverse, aggregate impact of more than $35,000,000 for Oklahoma cattlemen,” Inhofe and Lucas wrote in their letter to the USDA.
While a flood of cattle from Canada could, in theory, affect Oklahoma’s cattle business, the border opening will likely not cause a sizable economic problem, said Derrell Peel, Oklahoma State University professor and livestock marketing specialist.
“There’s not as many up there as people think there are, and they’re not all going to come at once, anyway,” he said.
This is partly because, with the exception of May through July 2003, beef importation from Canada has halted only for live cattle and not processed meat, he said.
“The issue of staggering the cattle (importation) is based on the assumption that the Canadians have been accumulating inventories of cattle since 2003,” Peel said.
“However, the reality is that since the meat market was closed only a couple of months, we have been importing beef in product form most of that time.”
The 2003 halt on Canadian beef importation came after the discovery of a cow in Canada infected with mad cow disease, a health risk associated with importation of live cattle and not processed beef, said Inhofe’s press secretary Jim Luetkemeyer.
“A live cow still has the potential of infecting others (cattle),” he said. “Processed beef doesn’t have that potential.”
The Canadian Food Inspection Agency recently announced the discovery of what is now the third case of mad cow disease in cattle from Canada, and that represents a current risk associated with live cattle importation, Inhofe and Lucas’ letter to the USDA suggests.
Dave Lalman, OSU beef and cattle specialist, said the risk of a human becoming affected by the disease is minimal. “It’s incredibly low,” he said. “USDA’s done a good job.”
Peel also said the risk associated with mad cow disease in cattle from the United States or Canada is “very, very low.”
Clipping of the Day - A New-York Free Colored Man Sold Into Slavery
New York Times (New York, N.Y.), 03 February 1858, page 5
Interesting Letter from Mayor Mayo, of Richmond, Va.
An interesting case has been brought to the notice of Mayor Tismann, in which there is alleged the kidnapping of a colored man, who formerly lived in this City, and the selling of him in Virginia as a slave. The name of the alleged kidnapper is Mason Thomas, and that of the colored man George Anderson. Thomas sold Anderson in Richmond, Va., insisting that he was his slave. Owing to the persistent assertions of Anderson to the contrary, and circumstances which developed themselves subsequent to the sale, Thomas was arrested by the Richmond authorities, and taken before the Mayor. On hearing the statements of the parties, Mayor Mayo was inclined to believe the allegations of the colored man.
Interesting Letter from Mayor Mayo, of Richmond, Va.
An interesting case has been brought to the notice of Mayor Tismann, in which there is alleged the kidnapping of a colored man, who formerly lived in this City, and the selling of him in Virginia as a slave. The name of the alleged kidnapper is Mason Thomas, and that of the colored man George Anderson. Thomas sold Anderson in Richmond, Va., insisting that he was his slave. Owing to the persistent assertions of Anderson to the contrary, and circumstances which developed themselves subsequent to the sale, Thomas was arrested by the Richmond authorities, and taken before the Mayor. On hearing the statements of the parties, Mayor Mayo was inclined to believe the allegations of the colored man.
This is a very special day in the lives of the Guth's of El Reno...
Just wanted to wish LaNeta and Steven Guth of El Reno a very happy and super special "Sweet 16" wedding anniversary today!How special, and oh my, how time flies!! Anyway.. Steven and LaNeta, Happy Anniversay, all day long.. and night too.... smiling..
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Geeze.. getting old.. forgot to mention to all that yesterday was....
Geeze.. getting old.. forgot to mention to all that yesterday was Melanie Shaklee's birthday... Feb 1 Mrs Charles Ward K. Melanie Shaklee had a big ole Birthday... I forget what number of her 29th birthday it was, but that's not important!!
What is important is to say .... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELANIE... We love you!! Hope all is going great in Melborne and you guys are getting ready for the best spring ever!!
I know we have used this photo before but.. it's Melanie's Birthday!!!
What is important is to say .... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELANIE... We love you!! Hope all is going great in Melborne and you guys are getting ready for the best spring ever!!
I know we have used this photo before but.. it's Melanie's Birthday!!!
Monday, January 31, 2005
Mom taught me.. hummmmm haha... enjoy the day!!
LESSONS FROM MOM:
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
And my favorite:
25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
And my favorite:
25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!
Today's Quote
Today's Quote
I am always doing things I can't do; that's how I get to do them.
-Pablo Picasso
I am always doing things I can't do; that's how I get to do them.
-Pablo Picasso
Sunday, January 30, 2005
From Clinton and Joanna Wilson, Norman, come this diddy...
Noah & His Ark in 2004
Some of you can relate to this more than others!
In the year 2004, The Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save two of every living thing along with a few good humans."
He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have six months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights".
Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard..... but no ark.
"Noah," He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed:
--I needed a building permit.
--I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system.
--My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations.
--We had to go to the Planning and Zoning Board for a decision.
--Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power, overpasses, and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I argued that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.
--Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls. But no go!
--When I started gathering the animals, I got sued by an animal rights group. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. As well, they argued the accommodation was too restrictive and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.
--Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.
--I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Civil Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.
--Also, the trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark building experience.
--To make matters worse, the Customs and Immigration Agency seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least ten years for me to finish this Ark."
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going to destroy the world?".
"No," said the Lord. "The GOVERNMENT has beat me to it."
Some of you can relate to this more than others!
In the year 2004, The Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save two of every living thing along with a few good humans."
He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have six months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights".
Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard..... but no ark.
"Noah," He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed:
--I needed a building permit.
--I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system.
--My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations.
--We had to go to the Planning and Zoning Board for a decision.
--Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power, overpasses, and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I argued that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.
--Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls. But no go!
--When I started gathering the animals, I got sued by an animal rights group. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. As well, they argued the accommodation was too restrictive and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.
--Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.
--I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Civil Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.
--Also, the trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark building experience.
--To make matters worse, the Customs and Immigration Agency seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least ten years for me to finish this Ark."
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going to destroy the world?".
"No," said the Lord. "The GOVERNMENT has beat me to it."
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