tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53919715490107357172024-03-14T06:00:00.743-04:00Mason-Dixon Wild WestOfficial blog home of Debra Goodrich (aka Debra Goodrich Bisel): Author. Speaker. Historian. Connector. Co-host of TV show Around Kansas. Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-58584563873933736872016-03-10T00:11:00.000-05:002016-03-10T00:15:31.955-05:00Jack and John<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So many things I wanted to write about this week but I just returned from a friend's funeral and it has shifted to my focus a little bit.</span><br />
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Command Sergeant Major Jack Elliott spent 42 years in official service to his country and the remainder of his 85 years on this earth serving unofficially. His efforts for the Museum of the Kansas National Guard at Forbes Field in Topeka have been crucial to that facility. Visiting with Adjutant General Lee Tafanelli, we agreed that Jack had the ability to make people feel important, like they were special. When the Chaplain asked all the Command Sergeant Majors and general officers to stand, there were more than two dozen who rose from their seats. Men like Don Ballard, recipient of the Medal of Honor, came to honor their friend. What an incredible tribute.</div>
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I glanced around and estimated half of the attendees must have been veterans, some of whom I knew, and I knew some of their stories. I felt humbled, truly, to count so many of them as my friends. </div>
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For more years than I can remember, on Memorial weekend, Jack and our friend, Dale Vaughn, drove hundreds of miles to mark the graves of hundreds of Civil War veterans with flags and flowers. He was teaching a new generation to do the same.</div>
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He has asked that in lieu of flowers, memorials be made to the Museum of the Kansas National Guard, an entity that many of us often referred to as "Jack's Museum." I hope that if you find yourself in Topeka you will honor Jack's memory, and that of all of our Guardsmen, by visiting. It will enrich your life.</div>
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Godspeed, Jack. We will miss you.</div>
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I was privileged to spend time in the company of another veteran over the weekend, Dr. Jake's dad, John Bauer of Utica. We rode up to Castle Rock and then went to the Wertz Street Social Emporium in Utica for supper with family and friends. (Mark Bauer cooks an awesome steak!)</div>
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John arrived in Europe just in time for the Battle of the Bulge. Unlike my friend Jack, John came back to Kansas and made a life outside the service. Much like Jack though, the commitment to country and family defined his life. He was a first generation American, the son of a Russian emigrant. His life has been rich in every way that counts. As we were driving, he pointed out the place where his late wife was raised. </div>
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"That's where my Honey was from," he said, and it made me think of Jack and how he talked of Betty. </div>
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These two men exhibited lives of great love, great service, and great devotion.</div>
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Jack was a little young for World War II; (I think there might be seven years difference in his and John's ages) but these two me really reflect the greatest generation.</div>
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-26670051245541512162015-11-22T16:41:00.002-05:002015-11-22T16:41:36.411-05:00Deaths this DayNovember 22---for Americans of a certain age the day lives in infamy. Generations have been born since, though, who only know it through the history books….just as we only know the day Blackbeard died through the dusty dates of the past.<br />
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But on this day in 1718, the fearsome pirate who terrorized the Atlantic, was no more. Robert E. Lee wrote an excellent article in the Dictionary of North Carolina biography, available here: <i>http://ncpedia.org/biography/blackbeard-the-pirate</i><br />
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<br />Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-21210443684341982362015-11-16T12:17:00.003-05:002015-11-17T14:41:53.813-05:00Throttlebottom<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">In the spring of 1932, George and
Ira Gershwin's Broadway musical, "Of Thee I Sing," spoofed Washington
politics, including a vice president named Alexander Throttlebottom, who could
get inside the White House only on public tours. The tour guide, who failed to
recognize Throttlebottom, at one point engaged him in a discussion of the
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Guide: Well, how did he come
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Throttlebottom: Well, they
put a lot of names in a hat, and he lost.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Guide: What does he do
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Throttlebottom: Well,
he sits in the park and feeds the peanuts to the pigeons and the squirrels, and
then he takes walks, and goes to the movies. Last week, he tried to join the
library, but he needed two references, so he couldn't get in.(1)</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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these lines, in part because they could easily identify the hapless
Throttlebottom with the incumbent vice president, Charles Curtis. Curtis was
never close to President Herbert Hoover and played no significant role in his
administration. Despite Curtis' many years of experience as a member of the
House and Senate and as Senate majority leader, his counsel was rarely sought
on legislative matters. His chief notoriety as vice president came as a result
of a messy social squabble over protocol, which only made him appear
ridiculous. Many Republicans hoped to dump Curtis from the ticket when
Hoover ran for reelection. Given Curtis' Horatio Alger-style rise in life, and
his long and successful career in Congress, how did he become such a Throttlebottom
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(From http://www.senate.gov/artandhistory/history/common/generic/VP_Charles_Curtis.htm)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">That's a great question. It hints that
Curtis rose in prominence from obscure beginnings, a fact not in dispute. That
he faced challenges is true but it is also true that his background may have
been the perfect storm of chaos from which a politician is born.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">Curtis's father, Orren (the white side of the
family that claimed lineage among the first settlers in New England), was a
piece of work to put it mildly. Married multiple times, a rake and a rounder, he wound up
serving as a deputy in Shawnee County when his son was a young county attorney.
Orren was a leading state's witness in prohibition cases
prosecuted by Charley, no doubt turning in the same people who had been serving
him for years. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">During Charley's lifetime, his father
must have disappointed him many times, but I have yet to find a record of
Charlie's saying a bad word about him.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Our Charley: From the Reservation to Washington, a paperback based on this early years is will be available in December. For pre-publication discount, check this site.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">We miss our friends in Philadelphia!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Carol Lieberman portrayed Sarah Josepha Hale at the dedication of a new historical marker in her honor downtown. Sarah not only penned "Mary had a little lamb," she is responsible for Thanksgiving's becoming a national holiday. She is buried, of course, in Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">So many friends in the crowd, including Carol Neumann Waskie and Andy Waskie. Can't wait to see you all!</span><br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-61531321476015529142015-11-14T16:31:00.000-05:002015-11-15T13:03:18.734-05:00French Connections<span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; outline: none; width: auto;" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" style="background-color: white;">A few years ago….I was with <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1528424713&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3A0%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/ed.kennedy.5268" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Ed Kennedy</a> and Tom Chychota in leading a Battle of the Blue Staff Ride for majors and their colonel from the French equivalent to our Command and Staff College. These guys were incredible!!!! And no wusses, believe me!!!!!! Here we are in Liberty, MO. …It was a wonderful day. Thinking of them all and their brothers and sisters in arms today. They sent me a present when they returned to Paris…a French Marine cap…it is one of my treasured possessions!!!!</span></span><br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-51817492835399679372015-08-14T15:34:00.003-04:002015-08-14T15:34:59.201-04:00Headed to the Prairie Rose!I am headed to the Prairie Rose Chuckwagon at Benton, KS, to pay tribute to Orin Friesen. He is the manager at this fine establishment and, along with the other Prairie Rose Rangers, is the house band.<br />
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Orin is one of the most remarkable people I know. In his fifty years of radio life, he has interviewed everybody who is or was anybody. He is in the process of digitizing those thousands of hours of audio, from Johnny Cash to Roger McGuinn. He recounted (with Bud Norman)many of those interviews and encounters in his book, <i>Goat Glands to Ranch Hands: The KFDI Story</i>.<br />
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If you stick around the business, you might do the same. What makes Orin truly different is who he is, not what he is talking about or to whom he is speaking. It is simply him. He is liked and respected by his peers, loved by his family and friends, and he has made a career of doing what he loves. I can think of no greater measures of success.<br />
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He also made a heckuva Abraham Lincoln in <i>The Road toValhalla</i>, a documentary by Ken Spurgeon and Lone Chimney Films. (This won the Wrangler Award at the Cowboy Hall of Fame. Orin, with his beautiful wife, Bekki, were there for the ceremony.)<br />
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A toast, Orin! Here's to you!<br />
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I had gone to Hays City with Karla Jennings, co-owner of Around Kansas. She was headed to the Spa at Rock Haven, a few miles south of town for a day of rubs and wraps. I was headed to the Ellis County Historical Society to see the exhibit on polo. Yes, that is p-o-l-o.<br />
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Director Don Westfall enthusiastically toured me through the exhibit. It is really interesting. Who knew the ranches and even some of the oil companies had polo teams in the 1920s? The state has two teams now -- one in Liberal and one in Wichita. They will play an exhibition game in Hays on July 11. "Polo on the Plains" is free and will be held at the Bickle-Schmidt Sports Complex on the Bypass in Hays. Starts at 7 p.m. If there is enough interest, there is a possibility of a second match in September.<br />
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There is so much to see in the re-purposed church that houses the ECHS. The elaborate clocks created by Russian immigrant Justus Bissing are simply treasures. The remarkable craftsmanship is something you simply have to see to believe.<br />
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Other exhibits highlight the careers of legends Wild Bill Hickok, one-time sheriff of Ellis County, and Buffalo Bill Cody who built the short-lived town of Rome nearby. <br />
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There is a very interesting exhibit on Billy Dixon, the famed scout and buffalo hunter. Last year, an archaeological dig was conducted at the site of Dixon's trading post near Hays and many items that were discovered are on display.<br />
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The balcony of the "sanctuary" is devoted to children with displays of toys and lots of areas for hands-on learning. The diorama of a farmstead is just incredible--complete with post rock fences.<br />
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The Polo on the Plains Exhibit has been extended so make sure you get by to see it. Tell them Deb sent you!<br />
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Oh, and while you are there...don't miss the gift shop. I came away with the <i>West of Wild Bill Hickok</i> by the late Joseph Rosa. It is an invaluable resource.<br />
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<br />Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-43515684774377837662015-06-16T17:25:00.000-04:002015-06-16T17:33:04.648-04:00Herndon Ox RoastI had no sooner arrived in town than I ran off a grassy culvert and was stuck. I sighed and stepped out, and had not moved three feet when a big guy rushed over and asked if I needed help.<br />
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"Yes, I do!"<br />
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He got his truck and chain, and likkety split, pulled me out. In and out of the ditch in under five minutes. It was dark. His comrade, beer in hand, stumbled in a hole and he and beer were sprawled on the ground. It made me feel better.<br />
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As we wove in and around the motor homes, there was no sign of Mick. Nolan introduced me around and another rancher volunteered his services.<br />
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"First, let me unload my four-wheeler."<br />
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Before I could protest, he had backed his four-wheeler off the trailer and away we went, clutching our drinks in our hands. We bounced over the now-familiar curbs and found a motor home bearing the sign, "Not a Hilton, but It'll Do." It was dark, and my driver yelled, "Mick, Mick Dundee!"<br />
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"Shhh!" I said, "it's okay. I'll find him in the morning."<br />
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It is, indeed, a small, small world.<br />
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To top off the evening, Nolan gave me a dollar, had me sign my name, and pinned it to the ceiling in the Herndon Pool Hall, because even standing on the bar, I wouldn't have been able to reach it. Now, I am immortalized along with hundreds of other beer drinkers.<br />
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Mick was a contractor, living in a Denver suburb, when he found himself at a stoplight in the traffic one day and thought, What am I doing? He started looking for a piece of property and found one in Sterling, Colorado, and one in Atwood. He visited both the same weekend. He loves to golf so there had to be a course nearby. When he arrived in Atwood, he knew this was the place. He purchased and rehabbed the motel.<br />
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"I lived in my last neighborhood for 20 years and knew four people," he commented. "I've lived here for fifteen and I know everybody, and they know me. People take care of each other."<br />
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Mick had never been in the motel business until this venture and he loves it. He has been there long enough to have regulars coming back every year, family reunions, hunters. Hunting is big here. I ask Mick what makes this such great hunting country.<br />
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"I have no idea." He finishes off his eggs and biscuit and the vehicle goes by that says, "Hell Tornados! I survived 40 years with the Wicked Witch of the West! A couple sat in back of the pickup waving. She wore a witch's hat.<br />
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I bade Mick farewell and went off to find Nolan and met his girlfriend, Lisa Olson, who manages the dental clinic in Atwood. We visited and watched the parade, alongside their kids and neighbors. They made me a part of the the community, even though I had just arrived the night before.<br />
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"Hey, I watch you on Around Kansas!" (Heather Newell, left, filming me with co-author Michelle Martin at the Blackjack Battlefield near Baldwin. Michelle will be featured on Around Kansas on May 20.)<br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-72341661381110300002015-05-04T12:00:00.001-04:002015-05-06T20:29:45.852-04:00Civil War in Kansas on CSpanI was too busy at the Kansas Sampler Festival in Wamego to catch the Topeka topics broadcast on C-Span this weekend. It was a pleasure to work with Tiffany Rocque on their visit to the capital city. This is my interview, conducted at the gravesite of Cyrus K. Holliday, for my book, <i>The Civil War in Kansas: Ten Years of Turmoil:</i><br />
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From this little alcove in my bedroom, I look up to Mausoleum Row and the Hurley Monument. The sun rises above them -- every day -- and rouses me awake.<br />
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When I moved to Topeka in 1992, I came to know the community through the cemetery. I joke, but it is true, that we Southerners "love dead people." I walked through the grounds, noting the street names and important folks, and then stumbled, literally, over the marker for Cyrus K. Holliday (below, with my red slippers).<br />
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Errol Flynn. Olivia de Havilland. Ronald Reagan. Raymond Massey. And Henry O'Neill as Cyrus K. Holliday.<br />
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The list of historical inaccuracies is too long to repeat but the facts are these: J. E. B. Stuart (of my hometown, Ararat, Virginia) was in the Kansas Territory the same time as John Brown and Cyrus Holliday. Holliday, however, would not have been the old man that was depicted in the film. Only seven years Stuart's senior, Holliday would have been 30 years old in 1856, an optimistic, enterprising young man himself.<br />
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No matter. The film captured my imagination and when I stumbled over that grave marker, a modest memorial to such an incredible man, I knew I was meant to be in Kansas. Jeb had been here. Here. Right here. John Brown had been here. And, yes, even Custer though not at the same time! I looked around at the graves of people who, like Holliday, were not born in Kansas but made their marks here. I knew I could, too.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago, Tiffany Rocque from CSpan visited me here and we filmed a couple of segments at the graves of Holliday and Vice President Charles Curtis. Those segments air on May 2 and 3. I am thrilled that this historic ground, often overlooked through the years, is once again getting the attention it deserves. The community deserves to know about it and its residents<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">I am privileged to live in such an historic place. It comforts and inspires me. While the focus of this blog is primarily historical exploits and adventures, I have started another blog that allows me to write creative nonfiction and try to make some sense of life. I hope you will visit cemterydiaries.blogspot.com and let me know what you think. I will be starting yet another blog for my TV show, Around Kansas, and will share that link with you as well.</span></div>
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He has become the face of Kansas, and perhaps the West. Robert Cowboy Culbertson lives in Easton, Kansas, which is west of Weston as the joke goes (Weston being on the Missouri side of the line even though the towns are both in striking distance of Leavenworth.<br />
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I am privileged to call Cowboy my friend, and am thrilled to share this segment of Around Kansas with you. You can find Cowboy and/or American Frontier Productions on Facebook. Give them a like and tell him Deb sent you.<br />
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<i>It had been a week of unparalleled, uninterrupted jubilation. Across its length and breadth, the Federal Union celebrated like it had never celebrated before. Millions of flags, great and small, were hoisted; hundreds of miles of bunting were draped or hung; cannons roared, rockets soared; men and women danced and sang, kissed and cried. After four bloody years of fear, pain, and frustration, the inevitable yet somehow startling words struck the country "like a thunderbolt."</i><br />
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<i>"RICHMOND IS OURS," blared the headlines. "The Old Flag Floats over the Rebel Capital. . . VICTORY! THE UNION WILL BE PRESERVED!!"</i><br />
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With the fall of Richmond, the Confederate capital, the North began the celebration. Years of war, war with its fear, anxiety, grief, expense, loss, and more losses--war that seemed it would never end. I heard a man from the Middle East comment the other day that he feared tomorrow. Tomorrow is a terrible thought. Americans had lived that way for four years. With the fall of Richmond, the end was within sight. With the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia, seemingly invincible, peace was at hand. The relief was simply, overwhelming.<br />
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And there, in the midst of it all, stood Lincoln. Reviled, ridiculed, and insulted on every hand throughout the ordeal, he had kept his promise to preserve the Union, and in the process, had brought an end to American slavery.<br />
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Maybe he was okay after all. There was a spirit of forgiveness, of forgiving the president for the ordeal of the war. Throughout the North, there was hope and anticipation for the first time in what seemed like forever.<br />
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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,<br />And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,<br />I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.</blockquote>
From <i><a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174748" target="_blank">When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d</a></i><br />
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It is impossible to describe the reaction of America, the depths of grief and guilt and anger. The night of April 14, Northerners took to their beds with their cities illuminated and their spirits buoyed. They awoke to dread, a renewed anxiety that shook the foundations of not only the Republic, but faith itself.<br />
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How could this be? Why? Why? Why? Why was he taken now? We didn't have the chance to embrace him, to express our gratitude. And now it is too late.<br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-42381844216361411942015-02-28T09:46:00.001-05:002015-02-28T09:46:10.874-05:00A New Book, A New ChapterMy third book with the History Press was released this week: <i>Kansas Music: Stories of a Rich Tradition</i> with a foreword by my friend, Allen Blasco, president of the Kansas Music Hall of Fame.<br />
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As with most efforts, it is not the book I had planned to write but projects evolve. As with other projects as well, it takes on a life apart from you.<br />
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The foreword was written by my friend, Allen Blasco, president of the Kansas Music Hall of Fame. It is one of the loveliest tributes one could have and I am blessed to know him and the countless musicians who make this life so much richer.<br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-82246691237447225952014-01-30T05:13:00.002-05:002014-01-30T05:13:44.660-05:00Dark WinterIn celebration of Kansas Day yesterday, I participated in a reader's theater at the Topeka Shawnee County Public Library. I read the letters of Julia Louisa Lovejoy, one of those staunch abolitionists who came to Kansas through the efforts of the New England Emigrant Aid Society. I am no stranger to Julia's story. I have been poking fun at her for years and I am so ashamed of myself for it.<br />
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<em>Some of the habits of Western life, originating doubtless in necessity, are truly shocking to our Yankee notions of propriety; especially, when so many of different sexes lodge in one room, in uncurtained beds. If you wish to change your linen, why haste away to the grove, to perform your toilet, as other preachers now have to do; or, if the wet grass is up to your arm-pits, do as Mr. Lovejoy did recently, who, Sabbath morn, threw his soiled nether garment across his carriage-seat to dry, as it was well saturated with perspiration. When he turned to look for it, lo! it had all disappeared, save the wristband and "wee bit" of one sleeve, and where think you it was? Why, mulched into the maw of a live ox, who was forced to disgorge its contents, instanter; but ah me! the rents and tears were unmendable. If we can enjoy health, as formerly, we shall, after all, enjoy much of missionary life in Kansas.</em></div>
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-59655756731144627912013-09-02T11:37:00.002-04:002013-09-02T11:38:59.876-04:00September. . . and where has the time gone?<br />
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This summer has been another of great transitions. . . . We do not change easily; we must be jerked from the ground sometime. I have learned to trust God when I do not have the answers. Our lives are spent learning to trust God.<br />
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So many wonderful things are happening. Lone Chimney Films will debut The Road to Valhalla on November 2 in Newton. I was so proud to be one of the on-camera historians for this important piece of Kansas and American history. With appearances by Buck Taylor and Michael Martin Murphey, music by Jed Marum, all springing forth from the scholarship and vision of friend Ken Spurgeon, it will be a documentary that stands the test of time. Watch the trailer:<br />
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This weekend marks the Kansas Book Festival and Michelle Martin will be here Thursday when she closes up shop at the Little House on the Prairie. We will present to a class at Washburn Rural High School on Friday, attend the reception at the Governor's Mansion on Friday night, and the Book Festival on Saturday at the Kansas Statehouse! Here is the lineup of distinguished authors: <a href="http://kansasbookfestival.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/program-2013.pdf">http://kansasbookfestival.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/program-2013.pdf</a><br />
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A chance to pair once again with Wideawake Films and be a part of their exhibit and reenactment of the issuing of Order # 11. Visit Commerce Bank at 10th and Walnut in Kansas City. Their Box Gallery is outstanding. The exhibit is excellent and I was proud to speak, along with fellow historian the incredible orator, Ralph Monaco. Visit when you get a chance. I believe the exhibit is up through October. On September 14, there will be a reenactment of the execution of Order # 11, where families in western Missouri were put off their farms and exiled.<br />
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The extraordinarily gifted photographer Bob Szabo made this wet plate photo of my addressing the crowd in front of the Pacific House on Delaware Street in Kansas City. General Thomas Ewing, brother-in-law and foster brother of William T. Sherman, issued Order # 11 on August 25, 1863, in response to Quantrill's Raid on Lawrence.<br />
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I have so many reviews to get to. Jenny Lasala sent me a wonderful book about her dad's military service, Comes a Soldier's Whisper. It's wonderful. Charlie Lesueur sent me his audio cds on western movie cowboys which are absolutely awesome! I have a couple of other books to get to as well. Maybe the fall will bring more time for reading and writing. Oh, and along the way this summer, I won an Arty Award for Literature. It was presented by my good friend, Diana Friend, of the Topeka Shawnee County Public Library. Sarah Fizell, head of Arts Connect, said:<br />
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<br />Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-58456410350883889942013-07-23T08:39:00.000-04:002013-07-23T08:39:37.909-04:00June, oops, July!!!!It has been a busy month....lots of changes. The Kansas Hall of Fame was a resounding success. Spending time with these laureates or their representatives is a priceless gift. While it is a celebratory event, the real work comes with sharing the stories of the laureates and maintaining a continuous presence in the state. That's what I am working on now. If you would like to get involved in the Kansas Hall of Fame, do I have a deal for you! Drop me a line!<br />
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One of the highlights of the month of June was visiting Cowboy Culbertson's, American Frontier Adventure, near Easton, Kansas. Heather Newell, trusty camera girl and brains behind Around Kansas, shot some fantastic footage of artists staging scenes with various models. My personal favorite among the models was old friend, Wes Studi. We first met years ago at a gathering hosted by my friend, Carol Ann Turner. It was great to visit and I am looking forward to the episode of Around Kansas that will feature Wes, Cowboy Culbertson, Dick Deshon, and Judy Coder. Rod Beemer took these photos (I look forward to visiting with Rod and taking one of his "Boss Hawg" tours of local Indian Wars sites for another episode).<br />
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As legions of fans can attest, Wes is the most intense of actors. He brings an unparalleled passion to his work. When asked if his combat experience in Viet Nam informed certain performances, he responded that he has been fortunate to have a broad range of life experience and <i>all</i> of it informs his acting. "Authentic" was the word of the day whether talking with Wes about his acting or with Cowboy about the experience and images he and others are trying to create at the ranch.<br />
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August 21 will mark the 150th anniversary of Quantrill's Raid on Lawrence, Kansas. Events will be held throughout the month to recall the events of that tragic summer. On August 24, 10 a.m., I will lead a tour of Topeka Cemetery, 10th & California, that will highlight the lives of some of those connected to the raid, including some survivors, who rest in our state's most historic graveyard. The cost is $10 per person and the tour is about 2 hours long. Bring bug spray and wear comfortable shoes. Email me for more info: <a href="mailto:debbisel@yahoo.com">debbisel@yahoo.com</a></div>
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We are starting to accept donations for the 2nd annual Shawnee County Attic Sale, with proceeds to benefit the Shawnee County Historical Society and the terrific programing we do. At a recent board meeting, we were treated to a reenactment of the Underground Railroad by our own resident teacher, Melinda Abitz, and volunteers George Bernheimer (also a board member), his lovely wife, Diane, Alan Shirrell, and Melinda's daughter who was drafted as well. This is one of the programs that summer camp kids were exposed to this year. With more than 500 kids attending, we took history to a lot of folks!!! So please consider donating furniture, collectibles, coins, militaria--anything of value that be suitable for an "estate sale." Call us at the SCHS and leave a message; we will arrange for pickup. 785-234-6097.</div>
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-61376326061307569442013-06-11T06:53:00.002-04:002013-06-11T06:53:31.563-04:00Kansas Hall of FameOn June 21st, we will hold our reception and induction ceremony inducting the newest laureates into the Kansas Hall of Fame. While the event is a wonderful celebration, it is not our purpose. The event helps fund our purpose which is the sharing of the stories of the very deserving laureates with a public who deserve to know them.<br />
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KANSAS, the band, will be inducted as they celebrate their 40th birthday. Four decades as a rock band is amazing. These guys are nice people. They still like each other. They are not consumed by ego. That is amazing.<br />
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The music created by this group is enduring and profound. When I find myself perusing Facebook or Youtube sometimes, I click on one of their links and am blown away once more by their lyrics and their arrangements. There is not a moment that their music is not being heard somewhere around the world. It comforts, encourages, motivates, elevates. The state of Kansas is so proud to claim them and so proud that they chose the name of their native state. For putting Kansas on the musical map, we are grateful. Join us at White Concert Hall on Washburn University June 21st as we thank KANSAS for years of hard work and representing us to the world!!<br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-9910475927653315242013-05-29T13:33:00.000-04:002013-05-29T13:33:34.371-04:00Fiddlin' DreamsI first met Tad Marks in Gettysburg. My dear friend, Carol Neumann Waskie, and I were sipping wine by the fire in the Dobyns House. Charlie Zahm was performing and I had become a fan since Carol's husband, Andy, had gifted me with his CD. He was accompanied by Tad on fiddle and Tad joined us in the parlor. The subject of Old Time music came up and I mentioned that I was related to Tommy Jarrell. Tad began to bow and stammer. I could not help but think if Uncle Tommy knew the reaction around the world when I tell people I knew him, and we are, in fact, distantly related, he would look down, rub the back of his head and chuckle. <br />
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Yes, Uncle Tommy (actually cousin but Uncle is a sign of respect because of the age difference) has broadened my circle of friends and deepened the respect shown by perfect strangers. <br />
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Through the magic of Facebook, Tad and I stay connected so I can keep track of his own music career. This story he shared today was irresistible for creative types, and I wanted to share it with you:<br />
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When the storms rained out our cemetery tours, I picked up Noel and Alecia and we headed to Barnes and Noble--our destination of last resort. Picked up the newest issue of <em>Wild West</em>. There is a must-read article by Greg Michno, "Everything you know about the Indian Wars is wrong." It was great to see Greg at the Order of the Indian Wars in Denver when Michelle and I went out in Denver. He is a fine writer and historian, and this article is no exception.</div>
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Planning goes on for the Kansas Hall of Fame reception and induction. I am so fortunate to be involved in honoring and spreading the news of some of our most accomplished Kansans. This year's laureates are: James Naismith (who invented basketball); Drs. C. F., Karl and Will Menninger who founded the Menninger Psychiatric Clinic, Clark Kent/Superman, the band KANSAS, and the 1st Kansas Colored Volunteer Infantry (the FIRST black regiment formed during the Civil War). We are beside ourselves that Bill Kurtis would make time to be our emcee for this event. The exhibit honoring these folks opens at the Great Overland Station during the First Friday artwalk, June 7. The reception will be June 21, 5:30 at the Great Overland Station and the induction ceremony is 7:30 at White Concert Hall the same evening. Reception tickets are $150 (and include the induction and will get you preferred seating in the concert hall). Tickets to the induction only are $20 and available through the Great Overland Station or at Eventbrite.com.<br />
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Attending the induction: descendants of the 1st Kansas and retired General Roosevelt Barfield, who will accept the honor on their behalf; Jim Naismith, grandson and namesake of the legendary professor; John Montgomery, Hutchinson publisher, who will accept on behalf of Clark Kent; Laura Siegel Larson, whose father, the late Jerry Siegel created Superman; the Menninger family; KANSAS band members Kerry Livgren, Dave Hope, Rich Williams, Phil Ehart, Steve Walsh, Robby Steinhardt, Billy Greer, David Ragsdale, and producer Jeff Glixman. <br />
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This will be an awesome event, celebrating the lives of people who have served and shared our state in meaningful and enduring ways. Plan to see you there!<br />
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Michelle Martin and I made a trek to Denver in April, for the Order of the Indian Wars Symposium. Had the opportunity to reconnect with dear friends like Louis Kraft and Jeff Broome and to meet new friends like Eric Johnson and Mary Lattin. Dr. John Monnett, a legend himself, was set up at the table next to us. Thanks to Layton Hooper for all he does to keep this organization going. It is a fantastic group of folks who are committed to studying and sharing some incredible history, history in which Kansas has a tremendous role. I will be speaking to this august group next year so mark your calendars for the April symposium.<br />
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Gary and I took a little trip west, as well, staying in the McCracken home of friends Les and Rose Diehl, then heading to Fort Wallace, Oberlin, and Bennington, where we once again took advantage of the hospitality of friends Rod and Dawn Beemer. Along the way, we visited that geographic wonder, Monument Rocks. Gary had never had the opportunity to see this site and I was tickled to be the one who shared it with him!<br />
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Fort Wallace has one of the most excellent museums in the state, or in the West for that matter, and they just got a huge boost. At his death, one of the museum's volunteers left a gift of $700,000 to the museum and to the local library--$700,000 to EACH of them. The gift was an overwhleming gesture and the museum plans to make good use of it. Jayne Pearce, head of the friends group, was emotional as the second check was presented to the group. I have no doubt they will put it to good use. The communities of Wallace and Sharon Springs have worked so hard with local contributions and volunteer labor and artifacts lovingly donated. (KDOT put in restrooms a few years back and marks the only state money, to my understanding, used at the facility.)<br />
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I was invited to be the guest speaker for their annual meeting and they treated Gary and myself like royalty. We stayed at the Sunflower Bed and Breakfast, formerly a Methodist church, in Sharon Springs. I highly recommend it. It is a modern remodel, very comfortable. <br />
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Then it was on to Oberlin where I spoke at the high school and at the Last Indian Raid Museum. Decatur County has some incredible history and Sharleen Wurm, Galen Olson and...... gave Gary and me our own personal tour of the sites related to the Cheyenne raid that occurred there in 1878. Their museum complex is first rate. With at least 17 buildings, these folks are passionate about their history and they sure do all they can to share it. Again, we were just treated like royalty. We stayed at the LandMark Inn, built as the Oberlin Bank in 1886. It also served as the county courthouse for a time and the giftshop occupies space where bounties were paid on pelts in a bygone era. Was I thrilled or what to walk into our room, the R. A. Marks Suite, only to find a HUGE print of Buffalo Bill Cody on the wall. Proprietor Gary Anderson is a former banker himself and restoring this downtown landmark was a real labor of love. A real treat was being invited to the home of Galen and Lynn Olson for supper--wonderful company and delicious food. <br />
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After visiting the folks at the bookstore in Philllipsburg, a really lovely couple, we stopped in to see Rod and Dawn Beemer--our home away from home in Bennington. Since the next day was our anniversary, Rod treated us to the "Boss Hawg Platinum Anniversary Tour" which featured sites in the story of Anna Morgan and Sarah White, abducted in this area in 1868 and rescued by Custer in 1869. Rod took us to places I would never have found in a million years and the scenery was glorious!!! Lunch in downtown Concordia and their museum is an absolute must-see. I have to say, visiting all these local museums makes me want to write a book just on that. Delphos, that tiny community with a big past, was open as well and it was a great opportunity to discover more than I had known like, Milburn Stone, Doc Adams of Gunsmoke fame, was married in the Presbyterian church here in Delphos. The town is most famous for being the residence of Grace Bedell Billings, the little girl who suggested that Lincoln grow a beard. Rod also took us to the Zebulon Pike Monument and that may very well be the most beautiful view in Kansas. <br />
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Until next time, Dear Reader, Happy Trails!!! This is just a little update from all the great things that are happening. Hope to see you soon!Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-16771178526906270312013-04-01T14:26:00.000-04:002013-04-01T18:57:27.130-04:00April BirthdaysTomorrow is a big day. Meetings in Hutchinson and then reception/talk/booksinging with Michelle at the Independence, Kansas, library. As it is the First day of April, I was thinking of the birthdays that occur this month, in addition to mine, of course. Some remarkable folks were born this month, beginning with my friend, Dena Wallace Anson.<br />
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Dena and I met while I was attending Washburn and working at Topeka Transit as a dispatcher. She was hired for Public Relations and we had an instant bond. She has worked for Washburn now for several years and they would be incredibly lost without them. She is dedicated, very hardworking, extremely capable, and just plain fun. Likewise, her husband Steve, the baseball coach at WU. I love them dearly.<br />
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April 3 is the birthday of Cyrus Kurtz Holliday, my favorite Topekan. A native Pennsylvanian, also like many of my closest friends, Holliday came to the Kansas Territory as an idealistic, optimistic, industrious young man. He was instrumental in founding Topeka and the ATSF Railway. No one has ever loved Kansas more than Holliday. Even his passion was challenged, however, by political divisiveness and gridlock. At a particularly dismal point, Holliday wrote to his wife who was traveling abroad:<br />
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". . . I have sometimes become so 'soured' that I have almost resolved that I would quit the town and look up a new home elsewhere. I have given the place eighteen years of my life and a great deal of money -- as you well know --and without my unceasing and untiring efforts Topeka, today, would be no better than the small communities that surround her.<br />
But I have got about tired spending time and money to enrich me who never give, or do, anything except to oppose those things that would make our town and county valuable."<br />
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I have lots more April birthdays to share. Happy April and stop back by!Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-84394406586981507412013-03-18T11:31:00.000-04:002014-01-30T05:18:09.937-05:00Prairie Roses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Prairie Rose Chuckwagon, just outside Wichita, was the location for our filming on Saturday. Old friends Joe Houts and Paul Stuewe were the other "talking heads." It was great to visit with Joe and Noreen and they brought a bottle of wine with them as a wedding gift for Gary and me. (Yes, we have our third anniversary in May but keep the gifts coming!)<br />
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Other than being fed and feted like rockstars, the best part of this gig was visiting with the legendary Orin Friesen. We have so many friends in common and have been Facebook friends for a while, but this was the first opportunity to really visit. We talked music, music legends, cowboy movies, "Home on the Range," mutual buds -- it was a great time! Bonus: A copy of "Tales from the Trail" by the Prairie Rose Rangers. Orin's son, Jesse, proves he is his father's son with some fine picking and vocals. Kim Coslett and Jolynn MacIntyre round out this talented foursome. <br />
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While Joe and Paul were filmed in the rather cool room just off the greatroom at the Prairie Rose, the boys kindly built a fire for me. Being a girl has its advantages.<br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-11829227340412311862013-03-10T08:31:00.001-04:002013-03-10T08:35:35.853-04:00No Greater Calling--a ReviewI have had Eric Johnson's new work, <em>No Greater Calling</em>, for a few weeks now waiting for a review. It was difficult to get around to actually reviewing it as it was on constant loan. I carried it with me to talks and stopped to share it at historic sites. The jacket is already showing signs of wear.<br />
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"You have to see this!!!" I have enthusiastically informed my history buds. "You have to have this!"<br />
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<em>No Greater Calling</em> is a labor of love in the truest sense of the word. Nowhere is this about Eric; it is all about <em>A Chronological Record of Sacrifice and Heroism During the Western Indian Wars, 1865 - 1898</em>. The amount of dogged research that went into producing this 400-page volume is staggering. There is no editorializing, save for the quotes selected by the author throughout or the brief introduction and conclusion. It is simply a chronology of engagements and the resulting casualties of more than three decades of America's asserting control of the western United States. The dozens of photographs are those of graves. . . a quiet, compelling, black and white testament to the soldier's life.<br />
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It is one thing to know that George Custer's command was annihilated at the Little Big Horn River; it is another to see each man's name, five pages of names, each a real man. What is most startling however, is the sheer number of engagements and their vast geography. Take, for example, these two minor events, separated by a few days and hundreds of miles: <br />
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Skirmish, Chiricahua Mountains, Arizona Territory (August 6, 1872) -- Company A of the 8th U. S. Cavalry; Action near Prior's For Montana Territory (August 14, 1872) -- Eight companies of the 2nd U. S. Cavalry and 7th U. S. Infantry. Sgt. James McClarren and a citizen, William Francis, were killed. <br />
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In all, Eric (right, while in the Navy) chronicles more than one-thousand, three hundred engagements. Some, like Little Big Horn, remain embedded in the national psyche. Others, like those just mentioned, were forgotten until Eric blew the dust from the records. A veteran himself, Eric thought the veterans of this era between the Civil War and the turn of the century were lost to history. <br />
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"For men who did all their nation asked of them," he wrote in the preface, "for those who willingly answered their nation's greatest calling, this cannot stand."<br />
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Historian John Monnett said, ". . . the American soldier of the frontier army has all but been forgotten or portrayed in pejorative contexts. Eric Johnson has brought their names and story back to life as the men they were, doing their often undesirable, often controversial duty, a story of individual veterans who deserve the dignity of being remembered. The statistics Johnson brings to the fore in this excellent book will serve as a needed resource for writers and historians for years to come."<br />
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I concur. Let me add, this is the most valuable, most un-selfish book to land on my desk in years. Writers and historians have a desire to express themselves, to share their passions and prejudices and thus they insinuate themselves in the story by one means or another, if only through editing. Eric's ego is nowhere to be found in this book. This is a simple, straight-forward, long overdue tribute to men who served in a mostly thankless place for a mostly disinterested nation. This should absolutely be in every public and school library, as well as the shelves of Indian Wars enthusiasts. <br />
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It is no surprise that Eric's work has been nominated for the Army Historical Foundation 2012 Distinguished Writing Awards, the Reference Category. A hearty congratulations and a nod to Schiffer for publishing this valuable work.<br />
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<em>No Greater Calling:</em> <em>A Chronological Record of Sacrifice and Heroism During the Western Indian Wars, 1865 - 1898</em>. (Schiffer, 2012) hardcover, 408 pages, b&w pictures.<br />
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Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-58250320554375930972013-03-08T20:07:00.001-05:002013-03-08T20:56:07.488-05:00Pine Ridge Perspective<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HLgP3yJIueIhMbm1S-jxnJL8jrL8iVFkIdXGxkTKRQnFxK27vxMeQvGJkqdcdNzcXp1mmJzvrpY3msZzilUJ2O_qVUU_uSFtPOTdxD9YGtSX_uihXTfO95N4BNT3FnlD6freFXP4acY/s1600/verlintommypaulfrank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HLgP3yJIueIhMbm1S-jxnJL8jrL8iVFkIdXGxkTKRQnFxK27vxMeQvGJkqdcdNzcXp1mmJzvrpY3msZzilUJ2O_qVUU_uSFtPOTdxD9YGtSX_uihXTfO95N4BNT3FnlD6freFXP4acY/s640/verlintommypaulfrank.jpg" width="640" /></a>Paul Brown (above, Verlin Clifton, Tommy Jarrell, Paul Brown and Frank Bode) of NPR fame is an old friend. Paul came to Surry County, North Carolina, to make music with Uncle Tommy Jarell. (I could write a book on Uncle Tommy; there will be other posts.) When I left the position of news director at WPAQ Radio in Mount Airy (where Sherry Boyd was the morning dj), Paul took my place--really well, I might add. He was much better than I. So, now that Paul has hit the bigtime, I thought it might be useful to remind him of a little Pine Ridge (NC) perspective and I sent him this message on Facebook. It was so popular that I thought I would share it with all y'all as well:<br />
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To Paul Brown -- <em>The news of Hugo Chavez's being embalmed and put on display reminds me of a "conversation" Grandpa Coalson had with a cousin who was bad to drink. He brought his mama to visit Grandma and Grandpa. While the women were in the kitchen visiting, we grandkids were watching Bob Gordon Theater on TV and Grandpa was having his weekly treat--Dr. Pepper. My cousin talked nonstop for <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">an hour and Grandpa didn't even nod much less talk to him. Grandpa did not suffer fools and the conversation was pretty ridiculous. Finally, my cousin said, "When I die, I want to be put in a glass coffin so people can come see me." Grandpa looked at him and said, "Nobody wants to see you now. Why in the hell would they want to see you after you're dead?" Yep, Pine Ridge.</span></em>Deb Goodrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277040884782060495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391971549010735717.post-19160986285976678002013-03-08T10:52:00.001-05:002013-03-08T10:52:42.438-05:00Yes, Buffalo Bill used a cell phone. . . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gary took this picture of Kirk Shapland and his son Ethan at the Lincoln Days Annual Reeanctment, Lincoln, Kansas. Kirk does an awesome job portraying "Cody of the Plains" and his bud, Mark Berry is just a showstopper with California Joe.</div>
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