Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
A couple of weeks ago, I went along on the recon for the Lawrence Tour that was held on Friday the 13th. It was very interesting and a Lawrence Journal World photographer accompanied us and took the photos shown here. I've been on one investigation--Constitution Hall in Topeka, which was incredible. I'm including the April newsletter.
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Half Price Tickets- March 28
Holton House Bed and Breakfast- Holton
Constitution Hall- Topeka
St. Mary’s Church- Kansas City
Hotel Josephine- Holton
Holton Country Club- Holton
April 4 Downtown Topeka Tour/Dinner with a Ghost- Kansas City
April 23 Dinner with a Ghost- North Topeka
April 24 Manhattan Ghost Tour
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Marge has become known as the "hat lady" because of her constant donning of outrageous hats. She often adorns the hats herself with sequins and or feathers; she often sends feathers in cards to her friends; I have been the recipient of such feathers.
Marge's instruction to us is to live fully and boldly. "Go Big, or Go Home!" is her motto. As one of her friends commented, "Marge is full of sass and good sense. She is vivid!"
She is the woman we all want to be.
Another woman I love and admire and am so grateful to know is June Windscheffel. Again, I have known her for so many years and treasure her so much. She is so talented, bright, sparkly, and freaking smart! She is the woman I want to be as well.
I am so blessed by knowing so many wonderful women.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The first song was "I want to be a cowboy," just to get the crowd in the mood. Then there were rousing renditions of the Hank Williams classic, "I saw the light," then, "I'll fly away," and "Do Lord,"and "When the saints come marching in." There were softer tunes, like the one newcomer from Wichita, Clarence, performed, "Let the harvest go to seed.
It was the closest event to being home at the Willis Gap Community Center on Saturday night that I've ever found in Kansas.
Nothing goes with good traditional music like good traditional food--fried catfish, chicken fried steak, cherry pie, peach pie, rhubarb pie. As people came and went, there was barely an empty seat to be found at any given time.
Speaking of seats, next to me was a young family--a couple with a darling little girl. He is a professor of anthropology at Wichita State University and hails from Hamburg, Germany. Needless to say, this was his first visit to Cottonwood Falls. His lovely wife (left) was Turkish. Emma gave them a jar of apple butter for coming the furthest to the event. (Even though technically they just drove up from Wichita.)
Okay, so near the end of the show I could hardly stand it anymore and I asked if it would be acceptable to dance even though they were playing gospel. This gentleman, Dan Force (left), replied with a hearty "yes!" So I know I look a little bedraggled but I had danced up a storm!
On the way back up the road, Sue and I tried to carry on a conversation, but I we had some mind-blowing bluegrass CDs and every time we got into a deep conversation, a really hot song came on and we would say, "Oooh, wait! listen to this!"
I can hardly wait for the next jam session.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Also in the parade were Topeka City Council members Richard Harmon, left, and Jeff Preisner, right. Jeff is running for mayor and I'm working on his blog which you can visit at Preisner4mayor. blogspot.com.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A real highlight was meeting Brigadier James Bashall, Director of the Army Division of the Joint Staff College in Shrivenham, England, (left). He eloquently commented on the mutual commitment of the US and the UK to liberty, a word that is not used often enough.
At 46, Bashall is young to be a brigadier and every officer I met eagerly asked, "Have you met our brigadier? They're obviously proud to be serving with him.
It was an incredible experience and look for more on Armchair General's website, and on this website as well.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Freddy from Mayberry sent me these photos and I think they're just incredible. I'm emailing my friends in France to ask if they have actually driven this route. It reminds me of Eddie Hunter's discussion of the Bay/Bridge Tunnel a few days ago. I'm not sure I could navigate this, but it's really not unusual for us to drive above the clouds back home. I used to do it every day going up Fancy Gap Mountain.
And from my friend Scott Porter:
French Honor Last Brit WWI Vet
Australian Associated Press
The last British survivor of World War I's grinding trench warfare was made an officer of the French Legion of Honour on Monday. French Ambassador Maurice Gourdault-Montagne awarded 110-year-old Harry Patch the medal at a ceremony in Patch's nursing home in Wells, 190km west of London, Britain's Ministry of Defence said in a statement. Patch, who served as a machine-gunner in the 1917 Battle of Passchendaele, told Gourdault-Montagne he was proud of the honour.
"Ambassador, I greatly appreciate the way your people respect the memory of those who fell, irrespective of the uniform they wore," he said in a> raspy, deliberate voice. "I will wear this medal with great pride and when I eventually rejoin my mates it will be displayed in my regimental museum as a permanent reminder of the kindness of the people of France."
Patch is one of only two surviving British veterans of World War I, according to the Ministry of Defence. The second, 112-year-old Henry Allingham, served as an airman. Patch had already been made a Knight of the French Legion in 1998, along with more than 300 other veterans of the conflict, in which more than eight million soldiers perished. An officer of the French Legion of Honour is a higher rank. Patch was called up for service in the British army in 1916 when he was working as an apprentice plumber. Thrown into the Allied offensive to take the village of Passchendaele, near the Belgian town of Ypres, he was badly wounded and three of his best friends were killed by shrapnel. Patch was due to return to France when the war ended in 1918. He went home, returned to work as a plumber, and raised a family. He didn't start talking about his war experiences until the 21st century.
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Monday, March 9, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I say we knock down all of his statues and burn Cody, Wyoming to the ground!
Who's with me?
The Giant from Missouri!
Well, I believe I know who this giant from Missouri is. I'll try to protect his anonymity, but he's a deadringer for Major Johann August Heinrich Heros Von Borcke, that strapping Prussian who served on General J. E. B. Stuart's staff. I am reminded, however, of another member of Stuart's staff, Texas Jack Omohundro (right), who later toured with, guess who. . . YES! Buffalo Bill Cody! Texas Jack hailed from Richmond, and when Buffalo Bill visited that city, the crew visited with Omohundro's family. Bill had forgotten the grudges of an earlier time.
Bill had ample reason to hate Southerners. Bill's dad was stabbed by pro-slavery advocates from Weston, Missouri. He would die a year later.
The young man vowed vengeance and he got it. He became a Jayhawker, yes, though a reluctant one. Like many young men before and since, he was drunk when he enlisted and regretted it the next day. After the war, as evidenced by his relationship with Texas Jack, he held no grudges.
Shortly after Custer's command was wiped out at Little Bighorn, Bill "took the first Scalp for Custer" as quickly and remorselessly as he would have shot a rattlesnake. Later, he personally, and unsuccessfully, tried to broker peace at Wounded Knee. He took the responsibility for Indians who traveled with him, sometimes paying out of his pocket to send them back to America when they became homesick in Europe. His heart was simply too big to hold a grudge, except toward his wife. Bill was a lousy husband. Ah well. . . .
I love Bill Cody's generous heart and the way he boldly lived. I love him, even though he was a Yankee!
And here is another interesting email from a dear friend. I have changed her husband's name to protect his stellar reputation:
Sometime in the summer, there was a big thunderstorm. Apparently there was a leak in our roof (since fixed), but a brown stain seeped on to the ceiling in the bedroom. Last night, I was trying to decompress and was laying on the bed, staring at the stain. I started thinking how twisted it would be if the face of the Virgin Mary -- or Elvis -- or even Charles Manson -- could be seen in the stain. The stain does have a face-like appearance -- not photo perfect, but more of a shadowy look, like the Shroud of Turin. But try as I might, I couldn't put a name to the face. Then this morning, I looked at the photo on the front page of the Cap Jnl and I knew right off whose face is on the ceiling. Bubba (her husband) came in the room and I told him to take a long look at the stain and tell me what he saw. He said it's definitely a face. . . and it's familiar . . but he couldn't figure out who exactly. I showed him the newspaper and, freaking out, he said OMG --- IT's HIM! Go to http://www.cjonline.com/ and click on photo #3. Yes, we're lunatics -- but I'm not joking.
Howdy Deb, loved your post on Faron Young. Nary a couple hours later I was in my truck, listening to "Willie's Place" (Sirius Satellite Radio #13) and heard the DJ talk about the 'Singin Sheriff', and they played one of his songs. I guess he reads your Wild West blog too!Hey- very sorry to hear about you losing your show at the radio station- or should I say the station losing YOU! Best wishes and thoughts for you as you seek out new adventures and opportunities.