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No that "s" at end of weekend is not typo. I am going to give updates of 3 weekends 🙂
My parents were to visit us from 11th Aug to 17th Aug, but my papa's leave got cancelled hence they didn't come 😦
We had made lots of plans and i had dreamt of having Dhokla, Vedhmi, Handvo, Muthiya and what not…But all our plans and dreams were shattered and we were left facing 2 long weekends…
And this is how we made these weekends worthwhile:
Weekend 1:
Zini was not well so we spent most of the time indoors 😦 But as i didn't have anything else to do, we cleaned up home, yes sparkling clean!!! Hubby was pleasantly surprised when i(!!!!) proposed to clean up and immediately joined me in cleaning by making the kitchen appliances Chamakdaar!!! And i also cooked some all time favourites (Pizza, Bhaji-pao and Chhole -Puri/Kulcha)
Later we went to the newly opened Yamuna Express Way. And it was amazing!!! The 8 lanes concrete road looked oh so sophisticated!!!! And due to monsoon the view from the highway was also great (sorry i don't have pictures as Zini was sleeepy, we didn't stop to take pics)
There were lots of people who were having picnic by the roadside!!! Yes, the world class e-way has become picnic spot!!!
Weekend 2:
This weekend should go in history as Zini watched her 1st movie in a theater!!! Yes, we threw caution to wind and went and watched "Ek Tha Tiger" in cinema hall in the 10 pm show!!!
I got so bored and irritated on the 1st day of the 2nd long weekend, so at 7 pm we decided to watch the movie. Hubby immediately booked tickets for 10 pm show, i made some pooris for Zini and Pulao for us and after our dinner we were ready to roll. We made some plans to keep Zini entertained, that involved smuggling Pooris,chips and milk in the cinema hall and me agreeing to buy pop-corn for Zini if she goes out of control!!! We told Zini that we are going to see the big TV and she was pretty excited for that!!! We were also ready for the worst, we planned to get out if she cried too much…
When we reached there, we saw most of the people there had come with little kids, so we braced ourselves to hear lots of crying kids.
But most of the kids behaved big time, including ours!!!
Yes, Zini enjoyed her night out..We had 2 corner seats, so Zini danced whenever a song played, laughed when we laughed, ate pooris, drank milk (i didn't give her chips) and called out for Chika Chika auntie (Chikni Chameli Auntie) when she disappeared!!! After interval she said "Ghar Chalo" as she was feeling very very sleepy, but finally she managed to sleep in my lap and we managed to watch the whole movie without any breaks with Zini!!! Oh and we had popcorn after Zini slept 🙂
I still can't believe this!!! But we are already planning to watch another movie 🙂
Then next day saw us hosting our neighbours (P & her family) over lunch and i made
green chutney and
and P brought along
Dahi Wadas
Paalak Paneer and
Yes, we have potluck lunches 🙂 !!!And we enjoyed our lunch over Zini's antics 🙂
Weekend 3:
This week we gave Zini Flue shots, i mean we took her to doctor for the shot. Before going i told her that she will be getting vaccine for flue, so that she doesn't get cold and that will be given by an injection. She heard me but was very busy looking outside the car so didn't give much thought to it. I also told her that after the shots we are going to Mall, so please tell Doctor Auntie to hurry up..
Finally when we reached there she dutifully told the Doctor that we have to go ghumi-ghumi to mall, so please give me shots jaldi-jaldi!!!
When the Doc took out the injection she didn't cry but hugged me tight, and finally when the doc jabbed her, she gave a loud cry. But managed to calm down before we got out of the cabin and managed to say Bye-Bye to the doctor auntie (a sign that the doctor auntie has not gone in to bad books of Zini, thankfully)….As promised we took her to Mall where she enjoyed a ride..
Next day, we went to my childhood friend N's place, she stays in Delhi. People used to ask us how we get along so well, while one (that's me) talks so much and another (N) is so calm and quiet!!! Our answer was that I speak and she listens!!!!
We had originally planned to go along with my parents, but as they didn't come, we thought at least hubby, Zini and i will go…
She too has a young daughter almost of the same age as Zini, and her 2 nieces were also at her place. All the girls enjoyed big time!!! They had a remote operated car at home and Zini was all the time after N Maasi to drive that car, so wherever N went, Zini followed!!! And when i went to call Zini, she told me "Mummy jaao" and told N "Maasi Chalo"!!!!! Matlbi ladki…..
While Zini was after N for the car, her lovely daughter V was after me for talking tom, she kept telling me "Maasi Jovu che" (Maasi i want to see – talking tom)!!!!
Yeah, so we had a fun weekends…..Hope you guys enjoyed your weekends too 🙂


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Been a while since we had one of these, but I have something to show AND it's still Wednesday! At the beginning of September my longsuffering Evenstar WIP looked like this.
Tonight it looks like this! I'm about halfway through the border.
After stalling for almost a year at the "before" picture stage, it's so nice to see progress and it's going really quickly too.
By the way... that's a 60 inch cable that doesn't quite go halfway around this beast.
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Hello lovely people!!
So many of you may know we have transitioned into the Youth Pastor position at CrossPoint Sterling!! This is such a joy to my heart to be able to walk in my calling, through helping students recognize their real identity in Christ!! I believe in today's society where the world is telling our kids who they need to be, it is crucial that we combat the lies with the Truth(The Person Jesus Christ)!! We are so excited to partner with what God is already doing here in Sterling.
"Our heart is to see God's kingdom invade the lives of these Youth, to see them walking in their true identity, and to simply just do life with these amazing students!" -Uriah Stepp
As far as the church budget is concerned there are not enough funds to pay me a salary, so in essence we are missionaries in our own community! Most of you already know that we have been in this position before where we have to "Get out of the boat" with Jesus! It takes a lot of faith and trust to get out of the boat of "life of comfort" and or the "life of certainty". But ultimately I believe we are safest in the hands of the Father and not the hands of ourselves!
All this being said we are asking all our supporters to pray about coming along side of us again in this season of life! We are asking for most importantly prayer! Prayer for our marriage, prayer for sensitivity to the Spirit of God, prayer for wisdom, and of course prayer for our finances. On the financial end of things we really need a monthly support system! Would you be willing to support us monthly? How much? Well the budget we have set is about $1200. We are just asking people to support us monthly with whatever they feel God is laying on their heart! By no means at all do we want to walk out our vision while putting someone else in a rough situation financially. We know that times are tough, but praise be to God because He is our provider!!
Understand our hearts when we say we are so utterly thankful for all your support! The fact that our brothers and sisters believe in us and are walking this journey out with us is incredibly encouraging!
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|photo by Dimtris Kalogeropoylos/ flickr
I am beginning to believe that we ought to bring back the Luddite movement. Here's what we could do—smash—and I do mean smash—smart phones and the cheaper not-so-smart-phones that (poor things) can't access apps. I would also almost include I-pads but because I am addicted I will have to let this invention slide by without destruction. But I will add I-pods to the list. I have my second one. The first one I dropped into the commode and baptizing it did not only--not make it more religious—but the little cursed instrument flat quit working. So—I ordered a used one on Amazon which came with someone else's name engraved on the back. I cranked up my laptop—my desktop was acting strange—found I Tunes and tried desperately to upload NPR, jazzy music, etc.
For the life of me I could not understand how to upload. So—a trip to the Apple Store about twenty miles away. The guy was extremely helpful. He wanted to know what version of I-Pod I had. I only thought the Holy Bible came in versions. I was stumped. Like a good Apple employee he was nice but I could see in his eyes that he was dealing with a Luddite—even though I don't think he knew what that meant. He gave me some pointers and so I went home—cranked up I Tunes and guess what? My shenanigans did not work. So—I am sweating at the Rec Center without the diversion of NPR or my jazzy 1960's music. (Not contemporary Christian!)
I can't disengage myself from my computers—my lap top that works fairly good or my Desktop which works some time. Except when I try to print something out my computer sends me to Fax and I have to choose another option. Wait, wait that's not all. Then I have to turn the printer off and let it rest for just a minute—turn it back on and ta-dah—it works most of the time. I can't get rid of my computer because how else would I be able to bore you all with my rantings.
Anyway—yesterday I kept getting furtive messages from all over saying that somebody had hacked into my Facebook account and I had better check things out. After calling my son who is no Luddite but a computer semi-whiz—he finally figured out that some creep had hacked into my Facebook account—made yet another Facebook page for me...and was sending stuff all over the creation. So he patiently helped me erase the hacker's furtive work. Then I had to change my Password yet again. Which means when I do crank up Facebook next time I will have no unearthly idea what my new Password is.
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So I now have only one Facebook account—so friends and neighbors you can contact me and not be scared of what might happen to your computer or Facebook or Password or I-Phone or whatever.
Come to think of it, I cannot be a full-fledged Luddite. I loooooove my computers—sorta—but I am not exactly like that man in the film, "Her" where this character actually falls in love with an imaginary character on his computer. (Where do these ideas come from?) So—I will keep trying to figure out what Password goes where...hoping I can duck the hackers...and hope that somewhere out there in la-la land—somebody might find a little something that helps and not hurts when you go to my Facebook or Blog Page.
And to all those out there who let me know I had been hacked...you are way, way up there in my book. Expect multitudinous pictures from the Lovette clan—I know you cannot wait.
RogerLovette /rogerlovette.bogspot.com


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I'm always trying to convert things between metric and imperial. I live in the UK which is entirely imperial when it comes to distance and speed, yet I'm from South Africa and thus am used to, and prefer, metric. This page of calculators is to help make my life easy.
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Usually the thought of shopping at the downtown Century 21 fills us with dread. A renovation has turned the formerly cramped chaotic floorspace into a much more pleasant shopping experience, taking the edge off from dealing with pushy tourists.
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Head upstairs to the women's floor and you will find lots of popular wool Missoni scarves for just $79. All silk scarves are still kept in the glass display which has been relocated. Classic large Pucci scarves are $130, but we also noticed some smaller silk versions for $49.
On to the clothing, nearly everything in the European Designer area is on clearance with the exception of some new arrivals racks replete with loads of Lanvin (with some pieces marked as exclusives for RTW Charleston), Cacharel, Rochas and Derek Lam.
Just because the shopping layout is better doesn't mean you will get to avoid picking through the sales racks. However, with some time and determination you will be rewarded with great finds like a $480 Jason Wu black and red lace dress or a Stella McCartney frock just over $500. We found Carven dresses for about $175, a $282 Balenciaga, and a great little black Celine dress came out to $268. It was quite surprising to find some $289 Agnona for Bergdorf Goodman "exclusive" dresses. There are also lots of diffusion lines like McQ, See by Chloe, Moschino Cheap and Chic and Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti.
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With the much improved shopping experience now we can actually look forward to heading downtown for our bargain hunting!


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I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
I'm feeling a bit lost at the moment. I don't know what to do and most importantly I don't know what to wear. Well I do know what to wear but I don't know... I'm in this weird situation I hope will sound familiar. Although typing this, it's mostly those kind of situations I find that are most relatable. The moment you think you've got "this weird thing", it mostly ain't. Lucky me.
My troubles aren't as much related to the actual clothing --I adore every single piece that's been cramped into my little wardrobe. However I've never had that feeling of completion or satisfaction. I always find gaps for more clothes to cramp onto my little rack, hoping it won't suffer too much from my newest acquisitions.
The other day I was reading a fashion magazine and came across this monthly article (although to be fair it's a monthly magazine... does that than still count as a monthly article in the sense that it's been put?) about the inside of someone's closet. Besides being overly interested into my own possessions, I'm also very nosey for all that what others own. Now I must say that this wardrobe wasn't really one of my taste, but the thing that struck me was the accompanied interview.
The owner of the wardrobe expressed her feelings of satisfaction towards her own collection. She stated that this was it. She had completed her task of filling her rack with everything she needed and was done. Complete. She'd catched them all. Her perfect wardrobe. She even said that there were two filled garbage bags awaiting at home, ready to be brought to the charity shop...
Trousers: Charity shop | Blouse: Primark | Jumper: InWear | Gilet: H&M | Shoes: H&M | Button: DIY | Pearl necklace: Local antiquity shop
It's been said that you are what you eat, you are what you say and you are what you wear. But what do I eat, what do I say and again most importantly what do I wear? Oh, the struggles...
So who am I?
*She sings dramatically, in her head, while slowly sipping some tea and trying to digest her meal. Oh how glamorous the world can be...


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Today I finished the second of these hats.
I am really pleased with how it turned out... despite the few setbacks along the way... including a massive yarn tangle and knitting in a stitch marker that needed to be cut out :P
I think it's really cute, but Caitlyn says that "it's iiiiiitchy!!" and then took it off. doh.
I am so glad that I can cross off another finished item. I have way too many UFOs at the moment. Though not as many as in one person's blog that I was reading... she had something like 45 unfinished objects. ho-ly!
I only have about 5 or 6... but that's way too many to me. I get anxious about finishing and then can't relax and knit anything else until I either finish it or hide it away in the cupboard and forget it exists haha!
This is my favourite photo. I love how the decreases make a spiral.
And despite my best efforts, I still have a bunch of this wool to use up. I'd guess about 30-50g.
What to make... what to make....
Sunday, 20 January 2008
On the Sunny Side part 2
Today I finished the second of these hats.
at 3:42 pm
2 comments:
- Bec said...
Just fantastic :) :)
- 24 January 2008 at 8:48 pm
- Cloud Nine said...
Love it love it love it! Bummer about the itching.... gotta love kids!
- 3 February 2008 at 5:00 pm


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Yep! They're here...on your friendly, local monthly menu!
Saturday, June 1 Egg McMuffins Chicken Fingers (didn't make it last month)
Sunday, June 2 Sandwiches SCS
Monday, June 3 Pulled Pork (from freezer)
Tuesday, June 4 Lasagna Rolls
Wednesday, June 5 Hot Dogs
Thursday, June 6 Pizza Bites
Friday, June 7 Rehearsal Dinner
Saturday, June 8 The Sandwich Reception
Sunday, June 9 Maple Sweet Potato Hash for church Sandwiches SCS
Monday, June 10 Yummy Honey Chicken Kabobs
Tuesday, June 11 Date Night
Wednesday, June 12 Portillo's Chopped Salad
Thursday, June 13 Hamburgers
Friday, June 14 Pizza
Saturday, June 15 Breakfast Bowls Barbecued Chicken
Sunday, June 16 Sandwiches SCS
Monday, June 17 Asian Honey Sesame Chicken
Tuesday, June 18 Date Night
Wednesday, June 19 Italian Chopped Salad
Thursday, June 20Easiest Fish Tacos
Friday, June 21 Pizza
Saturday, June 22 Baked Oatmeal Rice and Beef Casserole
Sunday, June 23 Sandwiches SCS
Monday, June 24 Lemon Garlic Chicken Kabobs
Tuesday, June 25 Hamburgers
Wednesday, June 26 Garlic Alfredo Sauce
Thursday, June 27 Spaghetti Pie
Friday, June 28 Pizza (Becky gone for supper)
Saturday, June 29 Pancakes Mediterranean Chicken
Sunday, June 30 Out of Town
I hope you find something to try out!
Have a happy weekend!
I'm linking up at 5 Days 5 Ways!
I hope you find something to try out!
Have a happy weekend!
I'm linking up at 5 Days 5 Ways!


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Anthony Bourdain
This punchy guide to life behind the scenes at some of the best restaurants in New York is written in clipped, pull-no-punches style by Mr Bourdain, favourite son of the Big Apple and current alpha male of the food-writing set. His basic schtick is to expose the shenanigans that go on in the kitchens of fine dining establishments, and the scummy crews of boozers, nymphos and wasters that staff them. His tales of culinary life on the dark side are informed by a deep and abiding passion for food and his dish descriptions have the power to arouse all but the limpest of taste buds.
For true inspiration turn to his opening chapter in which he describes his gourmet epiphany, the moment he first tried an oyster: 'It tasted of seawater..of brine and flesh…I had become a man. I had had an adventure, tasted forbidden fruit, and everything that followed in my life – the food, the long and often stupid and self-destructive chase for the next thing, whether it was drugs or sex or some other new sensation – would all stem from this moment.' Having absorbed this declaration of intent, turn to the practically named 'How to Cook like the Pros' for hands-on information and more stomach-churning anecdotes, followed by 'So You Want to be a Chef?' to ensure that no matter how involved you get in your food you never make the hideous mistake of turning professional. The stuff of genius.
Nigel Slater
A deepy personal and revelatory work from the culinary mastermind who brought you 'Appetite', the cookbook whose celebrated mission statement was 'to tell you about the pleasure, the sheer, unbridled joy, of cooking without a recipe'. Structuring his auto-biog narrative around foods that trigger off memories (think Proust's tisane but with a lot more sauce and a lot less church-description), Slater weaves the captivating tale of his maladjusted childhood using the likes of mashed potato, mince pies and Victoria sandwich as his points of punctuation and reference.
Never scared to delve into dishes which fall outside the usual gourmet catchment area (check out the fabulous piece on butterscotch flavour Angel Delight, which manages to balance ingredient analysis with a poignant tribute to his deceased mother), Slater raises the flag for the overlooked but exquisite food experiences of life. His story is gently gripping, a trail of melancholy which wends its way through the food disasters of 1970s Britain (the overpeppered prawn cocktails, the tapioca, the supposedly exotic spag bol) and the emotional disasters of his own life. The silver-penned gourmandism that made Appetite such a success is here in spades: I defy you to read his description of Pommes Dauphinoises without salivating and reaching for the spuds.
A chef for all seasons
Gordon Ramsay
You're all fired up and ready to hit the kitchen: the knives are sharpened, the pots are buffed and the radio's tuned to cookalong classics. Before ploughing headlong into the curry, pasta and kidney bean-based dishes you've been making since late adolescence, take half an hour with a chilled snifter and flick through Ramsay's magnum opus. This pro footballer turned superchef turned media darling is the biggest name in British cooking and runs a 30 million pound operation employing over 1,000 staff and running a decent percentage of London's most fêted restaurants.
Despite his Sisyphean workload, he's found time to put together 200 pages of the most appetite whettingly, guest-impressingly smart recipes to be found in any bookshops cookery section. Using the seasons as a dish-dividing structure, Ramsay shows you how to make the most of fresh ingredients at any time of year, from cod with crispy potatoes and mustard lentils (a winter warmer) to grilled chicken with tagliatelle and morel velouté (a spring, erm, chicken). There's a funky monochrome back section with point-by-point guides to the trickier food procedures: learn to make gnocchi, slice the perfect steak tartare and butterfly your own fish. All in all a solid starter book for the eager entertainer.
Moro, The cookbook
Sam and Sam Clark
Described as offering 'a heady blend of Arabic and Hispanic dishes that offer warm spices and fiery sauces, slow-cooked earthy stews and delicate flavourings', Moro is a labour of love by the gastronautical Clark couple. Between its low-key covers lies an Aladdin's den of innovative food ideas, perfect when you're in the mood for breaking new dinner ground. Diced with nostalgic images of olde worlde Spain and Arabia, it gives you the lowdown on the tapas, mezze, fresh fish and slow-cooked meat dishes which lie at the heart of their food cultures. While the imagery isn't the slickest in the world, you can't help but be caught up in the foodie enthusiasm of the two Sams, and they do have a pleasing habit of peppering their work with truly useful tips. Fire up your barbecue and throw on a brace of pinchitos morunos (Moorish skewers rammed with Spanisha paprika, oregano and bay leaves) and knock up a sopa de guisantes filled with jamon and mint while you're waiting for them to brown. Maaarvellous.
Indian cookery
Madhur Jaffrey
So, you think you make a pretty decent curry? A nice rogan josh with special dal…and poppadoms? I've got bad news for you: until you can cook Kashmiri meatballs, Goan style chicken and carrot halva, you're still very much in the paddling pool in the Indian food stakes. Happily, this pared-down idiots guide from the Queen of Spice herself makes it exceptionally easy to create such dishes in next to no time. Calling on a reassuringly limited range of ingredients, Jaffrey babysteps you through the basics, taking the panic out of parathas and the stress out of sag aloo. Don't expect a parade of curry-house classics, however – this is echt Indian cuisine, straight from the kitchens of Mumbai. Essential reading for chili-heads and their long-suffering spouses.
Food for getting fit
Michel Roux Jr
While we heartily approve of full-fat, calorie-charged über-dinners once in a while (or, indeed, every other night), there comes a time when you want to put aside your oils and butter, your hearty dollops of cream and your untrimmed chops and knock up a tasty dinner that won't take it out on your aorta. 'Food for getting fit' does exactly what it says on the tin: written by a marathon-running superchef with a famous dad, the first 20 pages are devoted to a philosophy of food and endurance, a brave attempt to synthesis the conflicting desires of the gourmet athelete. Filled with reassuring headlines like 'fats can be good for you', it rounds off with a list of global marathons to aspire to. The dishes themselves are shockingly tempting for food with such a saintly backbone – we were excited by the rabbit with mustard and pastis and tried out the venison fillet and pineapple chutney with great success. So many cookbooks promise to marry flavour with fitness and fail miserably: we salute the man who urges us to eat pastillas of apple and prunes with salted caramel sauce and then run up Lantau Mountain.
How to be a domestic goddess
Nigella Lawson
No food-writing roundup would be complete without at least one work from the prolific and provocative Nigella. Overcoming an uncool father and a criminally ugly name, Lawson has shinned her way up the foodie ranks through sheer force of personality and a tantalising blend of libido and homeliness. Being a domestic goddess, it would seem, involves making cakes. Lots of them. From zesty key-lime pies to to baklava muffins, Nigella's got the recipes you need to bake your way into your family's good books. The photography is shamelessly arousing, the recipes are straightforward and the results are belt-poppingly divine. We urge you to invest in this paean to comfort-eating, a key component for any foodie's library.


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I think Ronald Reagan and Ronald McDonald are the same person.
Ronald Reagan, 40th President of the United States/Conservative Messiah
Ronald McDonald, Hamburger Shill/Clown
Now, I know this sounds a little zany, but I've been thinking about this a lot lately (full disclosure: by 'a lot lately' I mean 'during breakfast and a little bit while watching Food Network') and I think there are a few facts that stack up in my favor. Read on if you want the truth.
-McDonald's was founded in San Bernadino, California; Reagan would later become governor of California.
-Ronald McDonald's first appearance in advertising: 1963. Ronald Reagan elected governor of California: 1966.
-McDonald's HQ is located in Oak Brook, Illinois, not far from Reagan's birthplace in Tampico, Illinois.
Photographic evidence: Ronald Reagan was called "The Great Communicator." Ronald McDonald was a clown. Below we see Reagan 'clowning around' while McDonald gets on the mic and does a little communicating of his own.
You can't refute that.
Some people might take offense at this and say, "Wow, man, Ronald Reagan defeated Communism and you're going to do him like this?" To that I'll say, "Wow, man, that's true, but did you ever wonder why? Ronald Reagan was so hell-bent on bringing down the USSR?"
Then I'll give you an answer.
The Soviet Union's Communist system disallowed a lot of things: freedom of the press, freedom of the market, freedom of association and assembly, and the freedom to start McDonald's franchises.
Reagan/McDonald wanted to get into the Soviet Union and sell Big Macs to its 130 million potential customers. Communism hampered that desperate desire. The "brand loyalty" of the Soviet people was to the Hammer & Sickle, not the Golden Arches.
Reagan/McDonald wasn't having this, and with a glasnost here and a perestroika there, the Berlin Wall fell, communism collapsed and the Russian people were free to pledge their fealty to a new global superpower: McDonald's.
I suspect some type of Gorbachev/Grimace connection to this, but that's another discussion for another day.
Former Soviet leader/prominent birthmark owner Mikhail Gorbachev
Purple doorstop Grimace.
Another similarity existing between the two Ronalds is their ability to polarize people. Some people love McD's, some hate it. Some people love Ronald Reagan, some hate him. People have made movies about both of them, claiming that they harm America and it's people, specifically the poor, and that their ideas are somewhat deleterious to children. Below: a quick primer.
These kids love Ronald McDonald.
These guys love Ronald Reagan.
This guy hates Ronald McDonald
These guys hate Ronald Reagan.
Ronald McDonald made these cheap and available and it was bad for people (via drive-thru windows in suburbs).
Ronald Reagan made this cheap and available and it was bad for people (via CIA in Nicaragua).
Crazy, huh?
I think I'm onto something here. I think I'm only a few steps from blowing the lid off a huge crack rocks/Quarter Pounders/cash for guns for capitalism for McFlurrys conspiracy. Hope the CIA doesn't read our blog. I hope disgruntled readers find their appetite for non-alcohol related posts satiated. Pretty sure no one will fact check this. The internet is full of crazy stuff.


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MEDICINE AND MAGIC by H. Stanley Redgrove 1920
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There are few tasks at once so instructive and so fascinating as the tracing of the development of the human mind as manifested in the evolution of scientific and philosophical theories. And this is, perhaps, especially true when, as in the case of medicine, this evolution has followed paths so tortuous, intersected by so many fantastic byways, that one is not infrequently doubtful as to the true road. The history of medicine is at once the history of human wisdom and the history of human credulity and folly, and the romantic element (to use the expression in its popular acceptation) thus introduced, whilst making the subject more entertaining, by no means detracts from its importance considered psychologically.
To whom the honour of having first invented medicines is due is unknown, the origins of pharmacy being lost in the twilight of myth. Osiris and Isis, Bacchus, Apollo father of the famous physician Aesculapius, and Chiron the Centaur, tutor of the latter, are among the many mythological personages who have been accredited with the invention of physic. It is certain that the art of compounding medicines is extraordinarily ancient. There is a papyrus in the British Museum containing medical prescriptions which was written about 1200 B.C.; and the famous Ebers papyrus, which is devoted to medical matters, is reckoned to date from about the year 1550 B.C. It is interesting to note that in the prescriptions given in this latter papyrus, as seems to have been the case throughout the history of medicine, the principle that the efficacy of a medicine is in proportion to its nastiness appears to have been the main idea. Indeed, many old medicines contained ingredients of the most disgusting nature imaginable: a mediaeval remedy known as oil of puppies, made by cutting up two newly-born puppies and boiling them with one pound of live earthworms, may be cited as a comparatively pleasant example of the remedies (?) used in the days when all sorts of excreta were prescribed as medicines.
Presumably the oldest theory concerning the causation of disease is that which attributes all the ills of mankind to the malignant operations of evil spirits, a theory which someone has rather fancifully suggested is not so erroneous after all, if we may be allowed to apply the term "evil spirits" to the microbes of modern bacteriology. Remnants of this theory (which does — shall I say? — conceal a transcendental truth), that is, in its original form, still survive to the present day in various superstitious customs, whose absurdity does not need emphasising: for example, the use of red flannel by old-fashioned folk with which to tie up sore throats — red having once been supposed to be a colour very angatonistic to evil spirits; so much so that at one time red cloth hung in the patient's room was much employed as a cure for smallpox!
course, being to Paracelsus (1493-1541). Until Paracelsus, partly by his vigorous invective and partly by his remarkable cures of various diseases, demolished the old school of medicine, no one dared contest the authority of Galen {130-circa 205) and Avicenna (980-1037). Galen's theory of disease was largely based upon that of the four humours in man — bile, blood, phlegm, and black bile, — which were regarded as related to (but not identical with) the four elements — fire, air, water, and earth, — being supposed to have characters similar to these. Thus, to bile, as to fire, were attributed the properties of hotness and dryness; to blood and air those of hotness and moistness; to phlegm and water those of coldness and moistness; and, finally, black bile, like earth, was said to be cold and dry. Galen supposed that an alteration in the due proportion of these humours gives rise to disease, though he did not consider this to be its only cause; thus, cancer, it was thought, might result from an excess of black bile, and rheumatism from an excess of phlegm. Drugs, Galen argued, are of efficiency in the curing of disease, according as they possess one or more of these so-called fundamental properties, hotness, dryness, coldness, and moistness, whereby it was considered that an excess of any humour might be counteracted; moreover, it was further assumed that four degrees of each property exist, and that only those drugs are of use in curing a disease which contain the necessary property or properties in the degree proportionate to that in which the opposite humour or humours are in excess in the patient's system.
Paracelsus' views were based upon his theory (undoubtedly true in a sense) that man is a microcosm, a world in miniature. Now, all things material, taught Paracelsus, contain the three principles
termed in alchemistic phraseology salt, sulphur, and mercury. This is true, therefore, of man: the healthy body, he argued, is a sort of chemical compound in which these three principles are har-
moniously blended (as in the Macrocosm) in due proportion, whilst disease is due to a preponderance of one principle, fevers, for example, being the result of an excess of sulphur (i.e. the fiery principle), etc. Paracelsus, although his theory was not so different from that of Galen, whose views he denounced, was thus led to seek for chemical remedies, containing these principles in varying proportions; he was not content with medicinal herbs and minerals in their crude state, but attempted to extract their effective essences; indeed, he maintained that the preparation of new and better drugs is the chief business of chemistry.
This theory of disease and of the efficacy of drugs was complicated by many fantastic additions; thus there is the "Archaeus," a sort of benevolent demon, supposed by Paracelsus to look after all the unconscious functions of the bodily organism, who has to be taken into account. Paracelsus also held the Doctrine of Signatures, according to which the medicinal value of plants and minerals is indicated by their external form, or by some sign impressed upon them by the operation of the stars. A very old example of this belief is to be found in the use of mandrake (whose roots resemble the human form) by the Hebrews and Greeks as a cure for sterility; or, to give an instance which is still accredited by some, the use of eye-bright {Euphrasia officinalis, L., a plant with a black pupil-like spot in its corolla) for complaints of the eyes. Allied to this doctrine are such beliefs, once held, as that the lungs of foxes are good for bronchial troubles, or that the heart of a lion will endow one with courage; as Cornelius Agrippa put it, "It is well known amongst physicians that brain helps the brain, and lungs the lungs."
In modern times homoeopathy — according to which a drug is a cure, if administered in small doses, for that disease whose symptoms it produces, if given in large doses to a healthy person — seems to bear some resemblance to these old medical theories concerning the curing of like by like. That the system of Hahnemann (1755-1843), the founder of homoeopathy, is free from error could be scarcely maintained, but certain recent discoveries in connection with serum-therapy appear to indicate that the last word has not yet been said on the subject, and the formula "like cures like" may still have another lease of life to run.
To return to Paracelsus, however. It may be thought that his views were not so great an advance on those of Galen; but whether or not this be the case, his union of chemistry and medicine was of
immense benefit to each science, and marked a new era in pharmacy. Even if his theories were highly fantastic, it was he who freed medicine from the shackles of traditionalism, and rendered progress in medical science possible.
I must not conclude these brief notes without some reference to the medical theory of the medicinal efficacy of words. The Ebers papyrus already mentioned gives various formulas which must be pronounced when preparing and when administering a drug; and there is a draught used by the Eastern Jews as a cure for bronchial complaints prepared by writing certain words on a plate, washing them off with wine, and adding three grains of a citron which has been used at the Tabernacle festival. But enough for our present excursion; we must hie us back to the modern world, with its alkaloids, serums, and anti-toxins — another day we will, perhaps, wander again down the by-paths of Medicinal Magic.
Note on the Paracelsian Doctrine of the Microcosm
"Man's nature," writes Cornelius Agrippa, "is the most complete Image of the whole Universe." This theory, especially connected with the name of Paracelsus, is worthy of more than passing reference; but as the consideration of it leads us from medicine to metaphysics, I have thought it preferable to deal with the subject in a note.
Man, taught the old mystical philosophers, is threefold in nature, consisting of spirit, soul, and body. The Paracelsian mercury, sulphur, and salt were the mineral analogues of these. "As to the
Spirit," writes Valentine Weigel (1533-1588), a disciple of Paracelsus, "we are of God, move in God, and live in God, and are nourished of God. Hence God is in us and we are in God; God hath put and placed Himself in us, and we are put and placed in God. As to the Soul, we are from the Firmament and Stars, we live and move therein, and are nourished thereof. Hence the Firmament with its astralic virtues and operations is in us, and we in it. The Firmament is put and placed in us, and we are put and placed in the Firmament. As to the Body, we are of the elements, we move and live
therein, and are nourished of them: — hence the elements are in us, and we in them. The elements, by the slime, are put and placed in us, and we are put and placed in them." Or, to quote from Paracelsus himself, in his Hermetic Astronomy he writes: "God took the body out of which He built up man from those things which He created from nothingness into something . . . Hence man is now a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements, and so he is their quintessence. . . . But between the macrocosm and the microcosm this difference occurs, that the form, image, species, and substance of man are diverse therefrom. In man the earth is flesh, the water is blood, fire is the heat thereof, and air is the balsam. These properties have not been changed but only the substance of the body. So man is man, not a world, yet made from the world, made in the likeness, not of the world, but of God. Yet man comprises in himself all the qualities of the world. . . . His body is from the world, and therefore must be fed and nourished by that world from which he has sprung. ... He has been taken from the earth and from the elements, and therefore, must be nourished by these. . . . Now, man is not only flesh and blood, but there is within the intellect which does not, like the complexion, come from the elements, but from the stars. And the condition of the stars is this, that all the wisdom, intelligence, industry of the animal, and all the arts peculiar to man are contained in them. From the stars man has these same things, and that is called the light of Nature; in fact, it is whatever man has found by the light of Nature. . . . Such, then, is the condition of man, that, out of the great universe he needs both elements and stars, seeing that he himself is constituted in that way."
It is not difficult to discern a certain truth in all this, making allowances for modes of thought which are not those of the present day. The Swedish philosopher Swedenborg (1688-1772) reaffirmed the theory in later years; but, as he points out, the reason that man is a microcosm lies deeper than in the facts that his body is of the elements of this earth and is nourished thereby. According to this profound thinker, form, spiritually understood, is the expression of use, the uses of things being indicated by their forms. Now, the human form is the highest of all forms, because it subserves the highest of all uses. Hence, both the world of matter and the world of spirit are in the human form, because there is a correspondence in use between man and the Cosmos. We may, therefore, call man as to his body a microcosm, or little world; as to his soul a micro-uranos, or little heaven. Or we may speak of the macrocosm, or great world, as the Grand Man, and we may say that the Soul of this Grand Man, the self- existent, substantial, and efficient cause of all things, at once immanent within yet transcending all things, is God.
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Well, once again, I'm behind. Story of my life!
Lexi had her first haircut on December 28. (I know, it's February) We took her to a kid's salon in OP, Kansas and she loved it and did so well! She sat in a pink Cadillac and watched a movie while the sweetest girl cut her hair! She was done in like 8 minutes and it looked so cute. We didn't take much off because mommy couldn't part with the curls. We had the inverted bob going on, not on purpose, so we just evened it all out! Definitely a good experience! Here are the pictures!
Now, on to our big 21 month old!
UGH! Where is this time going. LB has recently been doing so much and seeming SO grown up!
Lexi Belle, you are:
33 lbs
Size 2T-3T
Size 6-7 Shoe
Love Mac 'N Cheese
"No no"
"Don't do that"
and a TON more, those are the ones that I can think of off the top of my head!
You are taking our hands and leading us to what you want.
Usually it's the candy drawer!
You point at everything!
I'm starting to think about party number 2. Can't believe it's already almost here.
Time sure does fly by!


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January Listings Freeze with the Weather
Following a steady increase in listings in 2013, 2014 has gotten off to a slow start, most likely due to the severe weather we have experienced.
New listings were down from last January when temperatures were milder. There were 291 new residential listings taken in January, compared to 319 in January 2013, a drop of almost 9 percent.
Sales for all property types were down 7.3 percent, with 217 sold, compared to 234 in January last year. Residential sales dropped 17 percent from last year with 152 closings compared to 183 in January 2013. However, those properties sold in less than half the time it took properties to sell a year ago, at 41 days-on-market versus 85 days. Pending sales (new sales agreements signed) are even compared to last year at 77 for the month, compared to 75 a year ago, which provides a good base for growth.
The local market continued to experience strong year over year price growth. The average residential sales price for January was $242,596, an 8 percent increase over $224,686 in January 2013. The average listing price in January went up almost 7 percent, at $248,633 over last year's price of $232,751.
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Maurice M. Gray, Jr. is an author (of two novels), an editor, a speaker and a comedian. He serves on the faculty the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writers Conference, where he evaluates manuscripts for conferees and teaches workshops as needed. Along with Lacricia A'ngelle, Dr. Linda Beed and Wanda Campbell, he is a member of the Damascus Road Authors. As a Christian comedian, Maurice has worked with the likes of James "The Storyteller" Ford and Pat "Sister Betty" G'orge-Walker.
Maurice serves as an HIV/AIDS Prevention Counselor for Beautiful Gate Outreach Center; in this capacity, he regularly educates men, women and teenagers about this disease.
Maurice is a member of Bethel AME Church in Wilmington, DE, where he is active in many ministries (including the Singles Ministry and the Men's Chorus). He is also a member of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc and of the Greater Newark Area Toastmasters club. He lives in New Castle, DE with his family.
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What lies in the soul of a man? Love, laughter, heartache and sorrow? Pride, fear, rage and contentment? The true measure of a man lies in his heart and in his soul. This collection of enlightening stories personifies the sentiment, faith, resilience and love embodied in the creation God made in His own image. The Soul of a Man is a Divine truth and an affirmation of the passion running through the minds of men where hearts and souls are bared.
Contributors: Thomas Ashburn, Jr., K.L. Belvin, William Frederick Cooper, Eddrick DeJuan, Tyrell Floyd, Brian Ganges, Maurice M. Gray, Jr., Jarold Imes, Marc Lacy, Clarence "Baba Simba"' Mollock, Joey Pinckney, Alvin C. Romer and Joe Thomas
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Donovan and Rachel Kerr are married and very devoted to their religious convictions, but each has hidden dreams that are far form pure. The desire for glamour, fame and riches, in conflict with the quest for honor, power and nobility, threaten their marriage and causes chaos in their lives. Secrets begin to surface that lead to evil encounters.
They meet Marcus Henderson, whose murky and sinister lifestyle brings about an eruption of temptation and danger–far more than either are ready to face. Nevertheless, their Christian experience and deep love for God and each other overcome the evil influence of a man who has the potential to ruin their lives forever.
Can they rekindle the light that once burned in their hearts for one another while illuminating a dark and destructive soul as well?
Jeanette W. Hill
Jeanette Hill is a Christian playwright, director and producer. She is the founder and executive director of Sight Ain't Seeing Productions (SASP) a non-profit Christian theater arts organization. She has written, produced and directed numerous plays including The Broom, The Silent City, It's Not About You and God Allows You Turns. Her next production, Dealing with Daddy's Devils, is the second in a series that supports Domestic Violence Awareness month. She also produces the series The Amen Circle, which is seen on a local cable television station.
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Life was easy for Nichole Singleton, with a voice like an angel, a job she adores, and a church she has called home since her teens. While Jeffrey, Nichole's loving husband, has control over the life they are living, Nichole still feels blessed . . . until her gambling "hobby" turns into a personal cross to bear that threatens to destroy her marriage.
Through her trials and tribulations, will Nichole remember to put her trust in God and reaffirm her faith in the Lord, or will she see her marriage and gambling habit as bigger than even the God she serves?
Shelia Lipsey is a multi-award winning author, and the winner of the 2009 SORMAG Readers' Choice Awards for her novel My Son's Wife. She has penned four novels, which includes her newest release titled Beautiful Ugly. She is president of Urban Christian books' UC His Glory Bookclub (uchisglorybookclub.net). Lipsey is also an inspirational speaker, professional proofreader and a literary expert. She recently relocated to Tucson, Arizona.
Beautiful Ugly is the story of three friends who are on a spiritual journey that they've yet come to realize or understand. There is Layla who struggles with severe obesity and a low self image. Kacie is a single parent of seven children with six baby daddies and a physical disability of cerebral palsy, and then there's successful, and secretly promiscuous Envy who seems to have her life well defined, except for the fact that she struggles with the issue of why her mother named her Envy and the division between her and her sister Nikkei.
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- Tee C. Royal said...
Hello everyone! In your chosen genre, it's sometimes a balance to write to uplift God's Word, yet not be too preachy. How do you balance the two?
What are some books you've read recently (not including your own), that you would recommend?
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- Vickie McDonough said...
Hi Tee C,
My goal is to write the story that God lays on my heart and hope it engages the reader. I add a light inspirational message that will encourage the reader and help them to see that God can move in any situation. I try to weave the message in without battering the reader over the head.
I'm currently reading The Blue Enchantress by M.L. Tyndale. It's great. Very exciting and evens deals some with spiritual warfare, something not shown in very many Christian fiction books.
Tell me what genre you like, Tee C, and maybe I can recommend some other books.
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I'm not a fan of wimpy females.
I'm sure God knew that.
Which explains why He didn't allow me to be born in a different generation.
When women were not encouraged to go to college.
Or allowed to vote.
Or work outside the home.
I'm pretty sure I would have rebelled against that.
I grew up in a very traditional home.
My mom was a stay-at-home mom.
Married at 18.
Dedicated to raising her four children.
I was the only girl with......three brothers.
Scott, Greg & Shawn.
I grew up right in the middle (one older - two younger).
And......I got no special treatment.
On any given weekend, there was usually a football game in our front yard.
I fought with my brothers.
(and quickly learned who would punch back and who wouldn't.)
My brother, Scott......did.
I rode motorcycles with them.
I played football with them.
I rode go carts with them.
I killed them at leg wrestling.
Yes! killed them at Indian leg wrestling!
They were 200 lb football players in high school....
and I could flip them on their head ALL day long!
Still a touchy subject today. (smile.)
My brother's friends were my friends.
And I generally wasn't impressed......with guys as a whole.
After all......they were like my brothers.
Enough said.
At our house.
Unless you were bleeding.....a lot......whining was not tolerated.
I come from a family where casts on your arm or leg were usually cut off and discarded.
Not by the doctor, but by the one wearing it.
My dad and my brothers routinely "out ran" the law.
Highway patrolmen, that is.
Yes, they did.
On the country road where I grew up.
and I thought that was....... normal.
Growing up, my dad never knew what to do with me.
So he didn't. Raise me any differently, that is.
The first time he put me on a horse.
He put me on the tallest horse around.
And sent me down a winding, steep trail.....alone.
When he "taught" me how to swim in the river.
He picked me up and tossed me into the deep end.
I'm sure he would have tried to save me if I didn't come back up.
At least, I think he would have.
Oh.....and when I learned to drive a car.
He sent me to the top of Caesar's Head mountain.
In a manual transmission VW.
Yeah, I got no special treatment.
It's no wonder.
That I'm not a fan of wimpy females.
I first notice them flocking around my brothers.
ooohhing and awwhhhing over them in middle school & high school.
Silly. Flirty. Prissy girls.
I had no respect for them.
They were wimpy to me.
Without backbone or grit.
I laugh at that now, but I'm not all that different today.
I admire strength and courage in women.
I relate to women with a streak of independence.
A woman who can change a tire.
and knows how to check the oil in her car.
I like a woman who can speak intelligently about football.
And baseball.
Who knows the difference between a third down conversion.
And a triple play.
A woman who's not afraid to break a sweat at the gym.
And can actually go out in public without makeup.
I appreciate a woman who refuses to cry and plead when pulled over for a ticket.
Who speaks up and stands up for herself.
I admire a woman who can eat alone at a restaurant.
And can get a fire started at a campsite.
Who loves to shop at Lowe's.
And knows how to shoot a gun.
And is not afraid to hold a snake.
I like a woman who can drive a pick up truck.
And carry her own luggage.
Yeah. It's no wonder I turned out this way.
No wonder at all.
It's a tough world to be a woman.
We do have to have guts.
To raise our children.
And pray big prayers over them.
To love our husbands and grow in our marriages.
To balance..........so many demands and responsibilities.
This life is not for wimps.
Especially if you're a woman.
Because God does have something planned for you.
And me.
And whatever He has planned.
It will take guts.
And it will take courage.
And a little "woman up" attitude may be required.
And wimpy females?
I haven't changed my mind.
|(L-R) Youngest brother, Shawn, Me, Dad, Oldest brother Scott & Middle Brother, Greg.)


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Last Sunday's NYT Book Review included this: "In 1932, when Thurmond won his first election to the South Carolina Senate, Franklin Roosevelt carried the state with 98 percent of the vote." See David Oshinsky's review of "Strom Thurmond's America."
That fact is an astonishing reminder of a time and a place where African Americans, who were loyal supporters of the Republican Party, the party of Lincoln, were disenfranchised systematically and ruthlessly. It is a reminder of how politics changes, how the right to vote must not be taken for granted, and why everyone should register and vote for their chosen candidate.
When a democracy is healthy, nobody gets 98% of the vote!


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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17461442246530559532018-03-07T15:46:40.486-05:00Annales PatrioInteresting bits of history and genealogical what-not.Todd firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-74976035818086382262012-11-11T18:54:00.001-05:002012-11-11T18:54:33.736-05:00Annales Patrio Moving!This is just a short note to let everyone know that this blog has moved to my new WordPress Blog. Unfortunately, the move didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked and I have a few issues to correct at the blog's new home.

However, once I have the problems sorted out (they're fairly minor), I will actually be continuing the "Murder in Dresden" series and there won't be posting on blogger any more.Todd Carneshttps://email@example.com, OH, USA40.1382089 -82.012449140.126069900000005 -82.0321901 40.1503479 -81.9927081tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-17188112134132070042012-07-30T19:15:00.000-04:002012-07-31T17:10:11.432-04:00Dresden Murder - Part 1
Alfred Farrell Arrested At Dennison Hotel Where He Had Used False Name

Bloody Shirt and Trousers Found in Man's Bedroom

A former convict, 43-year-old Alfred Farrell, was questioned today in connection with the brutal murder of his mother, Mrs. Nellie Farrell, 73, whose bruised and battered body was found last night at her home in Dresden.

Farrell was arrested shortly before midnight at a Dennison hotel where he had registered falsely under the name of "Brice Buell of Zanesville."

Confronted by a blood-stained shirt and trousers, found in his room at Dresden, Farrell admitted they were his but professed to be unable to explain the bloodstains.

He told Marshal James Lacy of Dresden and Sheriff Harry Bealmear that he was drunk yesterday and did not remember where he was or what he did.
Read more »Todd Carneshttps://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-77815160668173217732012-04-09T09:40:00.002-04:002012-11-11T14:53:12.935-05:00Why is Ohio Called the Buckeye State?

The name Buckeye as applied to the State of Ohio is an accepted sobriquet, so well recognized and so generally understood throughout the United States, that its use requires no explanation, although the origin of the term and its significance are not without question, and therefore become proper subjects of consideration during this centennial year.

The usual and most commonly accepted solution is that it originates from the buckeye tree which is indigenous to the State of Ohio and is not found elsewhere. This, however, is not altogether correct, as it is also found both in Kentucky and Indiana, and in some few localities in Western Virginia, and perhaps elsewhere. But while such is the fact, its natural locality appears to be in the State of Ohio, and its native soil in the rich valleys of the Muskingum, Hocking, Scioto, Miamis [the Great Miami and the Little Miami] and Ohio, where in the early settlement of the State it was found growing in great abundance, and because of the luxuriance of its foliage, the richly colored dyes of its fruit, and its ready adaptation to the wants and convenience of the pioneers it was highly prized by them for many useful purposes.

It was also well known to and much prized by the Indians from whose rude language comes its name "HETUCK," meaning the eye of the buck, because of the striking resemblance in color and shape between the brown nut and the eye of that animal, the peculiar spot upon the one corresponding to the iris in the other. In its application, however, we have reversed the term and call the person or thing to which it is applied a buckeye.

Read more »Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com, USA40.4172871 -82.90712338.870037100000005 -85.4339785 41.9645371 -80.3802675tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-1975103133225652312012-02-22T08:22:00.000-05:002012-03-01T15:32:27.820-05:00History of Dresden Presbyterian Church (1819-1919)
As written by Mrs. T.M. (Mary Louise Cresap) Stevenson

Preface

"Hitherto that the Lord helped us."- 1 Samuel 7, 12

Ohio became a State, November 24, 1802. So when the Presbyterian Church was organized, the State was only "sweet sixteen" and one month old. The town of Dresden was laid out by Major Jonathan Cass, a Revolutionary officer, who brought his family here, in 1801, and soon after laid out the town, which therefore, is as old as the State. Looking backward, as we should, what of our Nation is that year of our organization-1819? Our Fifth President was James Monroe, of Virginia, from 1819 to 1825. Today he is probably the most talked about of any of our former Presidents.

President Monroe and his Notable State Papers

The "Monroe Doctrine" is a Shibboleth to arouse every patriotic citizen, men and women, to enthusiasm. Our newspapers, religious and secular, or Senators and Congressmen, everybody, official and unofficial, are all discussing the Monroe Doctrine, as they believe it to be, for or against, the "League of Nations."

Nothing has so crystalized and immortalized patriotism in our land, for 1819 to 1919, as the famous Monroe Doctrine. "Friendship with all nations, entangling alliances with none." and the American continents by the free independent condition which they have assumed and maintain, are henceforth not to be considered as subjects for future colonization by any European Power. France and Germany tried by sending Maximilian to Mexico; poor Maximilian and poor Carlota.

How the past and the present are linked together! 1819-1919! President Wilson has been touring the country showing what he believes to be the harmony between the Monroe Doctrine and the League of Nations."

In 1819, when the Dresden Presbyterian Church was organized, over in England, George III, the Pharoah, who oppressed our forefathers and called our Revolutinary War "A Presbyterian Rebellion" (perhaps with astuteness as Presbyterians always stood for liberty), was still living. (He died in 1820)

The times of 1819 were similar to those of 1919. an upheaval of the nations was just settling down. France and the "Man of Destiny" had been at war with England, Prussia, Germany and Russia. Bonaparte had been shorn of his power, like Germany today, and banished to St. Helens, as the Kaiser is an exile in foreign land; and on the lonely island in 1819 Bonaparte was then living, grieving, and the world was the, as it is today, drawing long breaths of peace and liberty, after this World War.
Read more »Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-10584798633137637562012-01-27T19:09:00.003-05:002012-01-27T19:38:29.866-05:00The History of Prospect United Methodist Church

 The first Methodist meeting house in Madison Township was held in Struthers Schoolhouse. In 1820, Rev. Jesse Roe, the Wheelan's and 13 other families organized what would be known as the Wheelan Church. In 1823, they built a 24 x 36 foot hewed log building on the "King Reunion Grounds" at the west end of Prospect Church Road. It was from the Wheelan Church that Prospect, Fairview, and Bethesda Churches were born. Rev. Roe died in 1828 and was buried in the cemetery next to Wheelan Church. Later, his relatives had his remains moved to a cemetery in Indianapolis.

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SAMUEL TYHURST, of the firm of Wiandt & Tyhurst, millers, Newcomerstown, is a native of Huntingdon County, Penn., where he was born June 27, 1842. He is a son of Robert and Siena (West) Tyhurst. He emigrated to Licking County, Ohio, at the age of seven years, and remained there for twenty years; thence went to Muskingum County. He was there married, September 1. 1869 to Clara Wackford, born in Zanesville, Muskingum County, Ohio, April 3, 1842. and a daughter of William and Emily Wackford. To this union have been born two children—Essie, born November 13, 1870, and Daisy, born December 4,1872, both in Muskingum County, Ohio. Mr. Tyhurst has been a resident of Neweomerstown for about three years, and has been in the milling business since he was ten years old. He was educated in the high school at Newark, Licking County. He was a member of the Ninety-fifth Regiment, Company E, and served for upward of three years. He has acted as Mayor of Dresden, Ohio, and is a member of the Council, also of the School Board.

Source: "The history of Tuscarawas County, Ohio" written by John Brainard Mansfield, published by Warner, Beers & Company, 1884, p.882

Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-30889528345908439412011-12-16T21:03:00.001-05:002012-01-29T08:25:47.438-05:00Lewis Cass

Lewis Cass was born in Exeter, New Hampshire, on the 9th day of October, 1782. His father, Major Jonathan Cass, was a soldier of the revolution, who enlisted as a private the day after the battle of Lexington. He served in the army till the close of the war, and was in all the important battles in the Eastern and Middle States, where he was distinguished for his valor and good conduct, and attained the rank of captain. He was afterwards a major in Wayne's army, and, after a life of usefulness and honor, died at an advanced age, at his residence near Dresden, in Muskingum county, Ohio. His son, Lewis Cass, the subject of this biography, emigrated, at the age of seventeen, to the then North-western Territory, and settled first at Marietta, in the county of Washington. He was thus, as he was recently called by the Convention of Ohio, one of the "early pioneers " of that immense western region, which has already risen to such a magnitude in our i own days, and is destined to attain one so much greater hereafter. The country north of the Ohio then contained one territory and about 20,000 people.

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Brother Bell was born March 7, 1836, in Coshocton, Ohio. He died March 81, 1878, of inflammation of the brain at Wilmot, Stark county, Ohio, aged forty-two years and twenty-four days.

He was blessed with devoted parents, who early and faithfully taught him "the principles of the doctrine of Christ." He became a willing student in "the school of Christ" very early in life. He was converted when fourteen years of age under tbe labors of Rev. A. 8. Moffltt. The clearness and satisfactory character of his conversion he attributed, under Divine trace, to the careful training of his Christian mother. He was known as a young man of studious habits, with a high sense of religious and moral obligation. When he united with the church he became a faithful working member, strictly attending to all his duties. At the age of fifteen he entered the West Bedford Academy. After a close attention to study for two years he commenced the work of teaching, in which he was successful and popular. Eleven years of his life were devoted to this noble work; meanwhile he gave attention to reading and study, enlarging his knowledge of the sciences and of general literature. While engaged in the work of teaching he did not forget the work of his Master, to which he felt a special call. In some instances nearly his whole school were converted through his earnest and prayerful efforts. The church of his early choice, seeing his "gifts, graces and usefulness," urged upon him the work of the Christian ministry.

Read more »Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-44705431201465634212011-12-03T06:59:00.001-05:002011-12-03T07:03:20.735-05:00Ancestry's WW2 CollectionIn honor of the 70th Anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor Ancestry.com is opening up their entire collection of World War 2 data to the public for free access from 2 December to 7 December. Check it out here.Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-47688360655978406722011-11-28T08:00:00.000-05:002011-11-28T08:00:17.388-05:00The Lemert Family

The ancestors of this family were probably from Alsace, Germany, and settled in Pennsylvania about the year 1760, afterwards my grandfather migrated to Loudoun county, Virginia, where he died about 1780. His wife died in Coshocton county, Ohio, early in the present century. Lewis Lemert, the grandfather, was born in Pennsylvania, accompanied his father to Loudoun county, Virginia, afterwards settled and married in Fauquier county, Virginia, to Elizabeth Glasscock. They raised six sons and one daughter. Lewis Lemert died in 1817. His widow and family came to Dresden, Muskingum county, Ohio, in the autumn of the same year, and I think, raised the first house in Dresden. The names of the sons were Thaddeus, Laban, Beverly, Leroy, Ferdinand, and Abner. The latter the only one surviving. The daughter's name, Minerva. The widow and younger children removed to Licking county, Perry township, where they owned a considerable body of land, and laid out the village to which she affixed her own name (Elizabeth). She erected a meetinghouse at her own expense, dedicated to the use of the Disciples, of which she became an active and zealous member. She manifested a great amount of energy and business tact, and filled well her part in pioneer life, and died in August, 1834, in the fifty-seventh year of her age. Thaddeus died in Dresden, in 1820.

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Manufacturer: born Newburgh, N. Y., 1840; son of Joseph and Mary (Williams) Shaw; educated in Putnam Academy, Zanesville, Ohio; married, Dresden, Ohio, Oct. 1881, Amanda A. Marshall; seven children. Engaged as pharmacist 1869-1881; assisted in organizing The Citizens' National Bank and its successor old Citizens' National Bank, of which he is vice-president, Muskingum Coffin Co., of which he is president. The Shaw & Welty Shirt Co., snd the Hercules Pants Co., president of both; president The Elgin Silver Plate Co.. Gold Hill Mining Milling & Power Co., organizer of both; vicepresident Guardian Trust Co., organizer; and director and organizer Homestone Building & Loan Co.; was president of Municipal Board of Sinking Fund Trustees, organization, until 1909. Served in 3d and 62d Ohio Voluntear Infantrv, during Civil War, started as private, and mustered out as captain. Republican; Presbyterian. Member Grand Army of Republic (commander). Club: Zane. Address: 328 Woodlawn Avenue, Zanesville.

Source: page 774 of Who's Who in Finance, Banking and Insurance, Volume 1, edited by John William Leonard, published by Who's who in finance, incorporated., 1911.

Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-51977621894195064112011-11-14T08:00:00.000-05:002011-11-14T08:00:11.305-05:00Carl LehmannCarl Lehmann is a lawyer of the younger generation of Cincinnati, influentially identified with the civic administration of his resident village of Glendale. He is a native of Dresden, Ohio, born January 4, 1884, and as a youth attended the public schools of that place. Subsequently, be went to Colorado Springs, Colo., where he pursued a course at Cutler Academy, then returning to Ohio, where he attended the University of Wooster and was graduated with the class of 1907, receiving the degree of Bachelor of Philosophy. His law studies were prosecuted at the Cincinnati Law School, where he was a member of the graduating class of 1910, with the degree of Bachelor of Laws, and upon being admitted to the bar in the same year began practice with Pogue & Pogue. Mr. Lehmann maintained his relation with this concern until November 1, 1916, since which time he has been engaged independently in the practice of his profession as a general practitioner. His offices are located on the sixteenth floor of the Union Trust Building. Mr. Lehmann is a member of the Hamilton County Bar Association and of the college fraternities of Phi Delta Phi and Phi Gamma Delta. He likewise belongs to the Masonic order and the Business Men's and Blaine clubs. For several years he has acted as solicitor for the village of Glendale, where he maintains his home.

Source: Memoirs of the Miami Valley, Vol. 3 by John Calvin Hooper and Joseph Daniel Barnes, Robert O. Law company, 1920, page 30Todd Carneshttps://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-87547323772943755182011-11-07T08:47:00.001-05:002011-11-07T08:50:05.821-05:00Nathan H. Webb

NATHAN H. WEBB was elected on the Republican ticket in 1893 to his present position as Justice of the Peace of Jackson Township, Hardin County. He has made his home in the village of Forest for several years, but he is well known, not only hereabouts, but in various portions of the state, as a hotel-keeper of some thirty years' standing. He has been retired from this business only for the past five years, since which time he has devoted himself more than ever to politics and public affairs.

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Continued from The Blue Rock Mine Disaster - Part 1

Escape of William Edgell, Sr. - I noticed nothing wrong about the bank that morning. At half-past ten o'clock went in with my car as quickly as I could and loaded up with coal. The miners were racing and I was not disposed to be behind. Returning with a load of coal, pushing my car before me, I encountered another resting on the track. A lad was standing beside it, whom we all regarded as rather weak in the upper story. He was crying, and when I asked him what was the matter, replied that the bank was falling in. Pausing to listen I heard a roaring off to the left in the old diggings, which are situated in the northern part of the mine. I hesitated a moment what to do. I thought I would go back to where Pearson, Gatwood, Savage, my son William and others were at work and inform them of their danger. In the meantime I observed that the pillars of coal were crawling outwards at the bottom. Chunks of coal began to fly from one side of the entry against the other. They went with such force that I think they would have cut a man in two if they had hit him. All this occurred in less time than it takes me to tell it.

Others had got to where I was standing with their cars. I started back to warn the boys, but it was too late. The mine was falling so rapidly in that direction that it would have been madness to venture. The way was already impassable. I turned towards the mouth; it was falling in that direction too. I called to the boys, "Hurry out, hurry out." As I turned something struck my light and knocked it out; there were lights behind me but I stumbled on in perfect darkness. In the race I struck a pile of earth which had fallen in the entry and pitched clear over it.

When I rose I was on a fair ground again and went on rapidly, calling for the boys to follow. I came to a place where a light shone in from the mouth. I was safer now, but there was danger yet. At once a sudden faintness came over me. I grew blind and dizzy; my knees became weak and it seemed impossible to move one before another; they were as heavy as lead. But somehow I struggled and found myself upon the platform.

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Coal Formation in Harrison Township - In April, 1856, there occurred in [Muskingum] county one of the most remarkable mine disasters in the history of coal mining. The Blue Rock mines are in Harrison township in the angle formed by the stream known as Blue Rock run and the Muskingum river. The stratum of coal at this point is about four feet in thickness, the quality excellent and the formation that which miners denote "curly." The stratum of rock which overlays this vein of coal is a slaty soap-stone, light blue in color and subject to rapid disintegration when exposed to atmospheric influences, but forming a safe roof for the miner when properly protected.

Reckless Coal-Mining - The particular vein in which this disaster occurred was owned by Stephen H. Guthrie and James Owens, Jr. Former owners had taken large quantities of coal from the northern portion of the mine and the work was said to have been done in an unusually reckless manner: many of the rooms were nearly forty feet square, while the pillars were small and comparatively few in number. The hill above the mine has an altitude of about two hundred and twenty feet and the pressure from such an immense weight of earth should have dictated more than ordinary caution.

Falling in of the Mine - The falling in of the mine occurred about 11 A.M. on Friday, April 25, 1856. At that time there were some twenty persons, many of them boys, employed in the mine. Several were standing on the platform at the mouth of the entrance, others on the inside saved themselves by precipitate flight. Upon investigation it was found that 16 were safe, but that four persons were either imprisoned in the mine or crushed to death by the falling mountain. Hope preponderated strongly in favor of the former conjecture inasmuch as it was known that these persons were at work in a part of the mine from which no large amount of coal had been taken and which in consequence was supposed to be comparatively safe. The persons who escaped were: James (Duck) Menear, John Hopper, James Larrison, George Ross, George Robinson, William Edgell, Sr., Uriah McGee, William Gheen, Timothy Lyons, G. W. Simmons, and the following boys: Patrick Savage, Hiram Larrison, Franklin Ross, William Miller, James Savage, Thomas Edgell.

Read more »Todd Carneshttps://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-920327012017416322011-10-04T12:31:00.001-04:002011-10-04T12:39:16.216-04:00The Late George W. Cass
Of Mr. George W. Cass, Sr., brother of Gen. Lewis Cass, who died in Dresden, Ohio, on Wednesday, at the age of eighty-seven years and six months, the Pittsburg Gazette thus speaks: "The deceased was a man of great intellect and sound reasoning powers, and had he taken a public life would have become a man of marked distinction. Singularly unobtrusive, however, he always preferred a quiet life, void of all ostentatious display. Although never taking a prominent part in politics, he had been a Whig, and was strong in the faith of the Republican Party, but his ambition never spurred him on to political preferment, and in this respect he was content to keep aloof from an active participation in the struggles and results of political parties. Mr. Cass moved westward with his father's family, Mr. Jonathan Cass, from New Hampshire, in 1776. After his father purchased the military section on the Muskingum River, he moved his family to the then new home in 1801. It is here Mr. Cass has spent a long quiet, and happy life. By the affection and power of love his children had for him they all hastened to gather around his deathbed. They consisted of his oldest son, Gen. Geo. W. Cass, of Pittsburg, his daughter, Augusta, and sons Dr. Abner and Dr. Edward. Gen. Garfield, after calling upon the deceased, wrote the following: 'I called on the venerable Geo. W. Cass to-day, whose character, marked ability, and wonderful memory made an hour spent in his company long to be remembered. His relatives have the sympathies of all in their great affliction, and his name will be held in kindly remembrance by all who were fortunate enough to have formed his acquaintance.'"

From: The New York Times, 9 August 1873

Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-68975141218123424922011-10-03T08:00:00.000-04:002011-10-03T08:00:10.341-04:00Colonel Thomas CresapBy Mrs. Mary Louise Cresap Stevenson[1]

To write the history of Colonel Thomas Cresap is to write the Colonial History of Maryland and Virginia and more or less of Ohio. To recount the story of these colonies is, to tell the story of the Revolution.

The rehearsal of that noble struggle would involve much of the history of the great powers of Europe and you might conclude, we were like Tennyson's brook, and would 'go on forever.' Therefore, we will try to give you only a snap shot at the life and times of our hero. We will give you items here and there, and leave you to develop the composite picture.

We believe, that when William the Norman invaded England, he found the family of our hero on the ground. His characteristics were essentially of the sturdy, faithful, "Cedric, the Saxon" type! His family was ever loyal to country and flag.
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As president of the company which bears his name Lloyd H. Stradley is well known in commercial circles of Detroit, being at the head of a business of extensive proportions. He handles the candies made by the Bunte Company— one of the high class and most popular grades on the market—and his interests are conducted most wisely and capably, resulting in the attainment of a gratifying measure of prosperity. He was born in Dresden, Ohio, August 13, 1873, a son of Harvey and Sarah (Lewis) Stradley, who became the parents of six children, one of the brothers of the subject of this review, Carl R. Stradley, being now associated with him in business.

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Interesting Letter from Gen. Garfield - Recollections of the Brother of Lewis Cass
HON. JAS. A. GARFIELD has sent to the Secretary of the Western Reserve Historical Society the following letter, which the Cleveland Herald publishes:

HIRAM, Oct. 14th, 1871

A. F. Goodman, Secretary, &c., Cleveland, Ohio:
 DEAR SIR: While recently spending the day in Dresden, Ohio, I called on the venerable GEO. W. CASS, whose high character, marked ability and wonderful memory make an hour spent in his company long to be remembered. He has been a resident of Dresden since 1801, and has the most most perfect recollection of the leading events in the history of the State, and particularly the Muskingum Valley. Among many recollections of early scenes and events in Ohio, the history of a journey made by him in 1797 was of peculiar interest to me as affording a basis for understanding the marvelous growth of Ohio. Mr. Cass, brother of the late LEWIS CASS, is the son of JONATHAN CASS, who was an officer in the Army of the Revolution and after the war was a Major of infantry, and served under Gen. WAYNE, on the north-western frontier, in the last decade of the 18th century. In 1797, Major Cass was on duty at Fort Hamilton, now Hamilton, Ohio. In June of that year he received a furlough, and, with his family, went to his home in Exeter, N. H. At that period there was but one white settlement in what is now Ohio, that at Marietta, begun in 1788. There were however, several military posts, viz.: Fort Washington, now Cincinnati, Fort Hamilton, Fort Laramie, Fort Recovery, Fort Wayne and Fort Defiance. Beyond and between these places lay the unbroken wilderness. The route taken by Major Cass and his family was the shortest, both in distance and time, of any then possible. This is the route, as described by to me by Mr. Cass, who was eleven years old when the journey was made. They pushed up the Big Miami in keel boats to near Fort Laramie, and thence passed over a portage of three miles, to the head waters of the St. Mary's River. That stream they descended in batteaux, and were piloted by a half-breed Indian. Mr. Cass remembers seeing vasty numbers of fish in the clear waters as they descended. They passed down the Maumee to the lake, and thence rowed along the shore to Detroit. After waiting at that point about ten days, they took passage on board a British schooner, and landed above Niagra Falls. They were carted around the Falls; and, taking batteaux, rowed along the southern shore of Lake Ontario, stoppping nights and pitching their tents in the unbroken wilderness until the reached the mouth of the Oswego River, which they ascended until they entered a small lake, (Mr. Cass thinks it was the Oneida Lake) and from that up a small stream, at the head of which was a wooden lock through wich they passed down into the waters of the Mohawk, and thence to Albany. There they took stages to Boston, and thence to Exeter, N. H. The whole journey consumed three months - the actual running time being seventy-five days. The journey from Hamilton, Ohio to Exeter, N. H., can now be made in thirty hours [16 hours in 2011]. I suggest to the Historical Society that the precious personal recollections of such a man as Mr. Cass should be preserved. He is the most amiable and intelligent gentleman, and one of the few who has seen the whole growth of Ohio, almost from the beginning of its territorial existence. Though now eighty-five years of age, few young men know more fully the history of events daily transpiring in the world than he, and few weigh their significance and tendency with more judgment. Very truly yours, J. A. GARFIELD.

Originally Published: 21 Oct 1871 in the New York Times

Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-61307663044374751062011-09-28T08:00:00.000-04:002011-09-28T08:00:19.814-04:00Thomas McCoyThe subject of this review is a self-made man who, without any extraordinary family or pecuniary advantages at the outset of his career, has battled earnestly and energetically and by indomitable courage and integrity has achieved both character and fortune, being now the owner of three hundred and eighty-five acres of land in Virginia township, so that he is now numbered among its most substantial citizens.

Read more »Todd Carneshttps://email@example.com, OH, USA40.1214579 -82.010691840.109315900000006 -82.0304328 40.1335999 -81.990950800000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-36572052435371183062011-09-26T08:00:00.000-04:002011-09-26T08:00:17.814-04:00Swiss Immigrants on the Ohio Canals: The Diary of Joseph Suppiger, 1831In 1831 a group of Swiss immigrants arrived in America from their homes in Lucerne. Among them was Joseph Suppiger, who had left prosperity in his homeland to seek religious freedom in America – specifically Illinois. He and his fellow travelers came to Ohio via canal boat and lake steamer to Cleveland. They arrived at midnight and immediately signed on to a canal boat bound for Dresden, Ohio. Suppiger's diary was translated from German by Leo Titus, the husband of a Suppiger descendant.
Read more »Todd Carneshttps://firstname.lastname@example.com, OH, USA40.1214579 -82.010691840.109315900000006 -82.0304328 40.1335999 -81.990950800000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-10191191368084362392011-09-25T22:49:00.000-04:002011-09-25T22:49:31.236-04:00Flooded OhioWe are printing on this page a picture sent us by Dr. James L. Neave, of Dresden, Ohio, who writes:

"Don't have any flood experience if you can avoid it—it is more pleasant to read about than to be mixed up with. I have been camping for a month and am very far from being straightened out yet. I was run out both of house and office, and when I got back was up against mud and destruction. Maybe a fire is worse. I didn't know that water was such a nuisance. I am enclosing a picture of the square wherein my office is located—it is close to the dentist-sign on the right of the picture."

From: The American journal of clinical medicine, Volume 20, American journal of clinical medicine., 1913, page 524.Todd Carneshttps://email@example.com, OH, USA40.1214579 -82.010691840.109315900000006 -82.0304328 40.1335999 -81.990950800000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746144224653055953.post-83421787583777385062011-09-25T22:37:00.001-04:002011-10-15T21:17:30.462-04:00WelcomeWelcome to my new blog. I have been working on my family history for several years now and have found that one of the most interesting parts of the whole process is the many interesting little stories you come across in while conducting your research.

Unfortunately, as interesting as these stories usually are, more often than not, they are not directly related to my own family history. Rather than just pass these little gems by and let them fade away again back into obscurity, I thought it might be fun to share some of these treasures online. Thus was born Annales Patrio.

I hope you enjoy reading my discoveries as much as I enjoyed finding them.

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