Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Humerous Obituary

Another humorous obituary, thanks to Dick Eastman over at EOGN. Many thanks for the info on this one!


Michael James Sweetack was born in Fond du Lac Wisconsin on May 27th, 1974 to Stanley and Debra Sweetack. He died on July 5th, 2018, leaving behind 8 packets of Szechuan sauce, a whole lot of debt, one 10 euro note, and other various things that could very possibly be used to make concentrated dark matter, the fuel for accelerated space travel- regardless of the issue with relativity. He was preceded in the death by approximately 101 billion other people and his brother Brian James Sweetack. He was survived by his brother James Sweetack (Appleton), sister Bree Sweetack (A-town), and brother Andrew Sweetack (Green Bay Correctional). He enjoyed many things, such as getting “shwifty”, Drunk History, dark humor memes, his cat Bear, fast cars, and most of all his sister and his friends, each and every one of them. He donated to many causes, most importantly the Mount Rose American Teen Princess Pageant. He always rooted for the ‘most smartest’, and ‘the best god damn tapper’. He cared for humanity, always putting the needs of others above himself. He was the protector of every one he loved. Mike died knowing that global acts of terrorism happen every day, the known universe is made up of 50,000,000,000 galaxies, and cats always land on their feet thanks to physics. In leu of flowers, please feel free to set up your own memorial fund to learn something new or teach others. Or go to your local tavern and order a drink for two.. and say ‘uze want some shots? I’m buying..’ Mike, we love you and miss you more than any written words can express. We know you would say that ‘love is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed’… but we don’t care, we miss you with every atom of our beings. Live long and prosper, even Pickle Rick.

Monday, July 9, 2018

Genealogy for Medical Information

It wasn't until recent x-rays done on my spine that I really began to wonder how much of my problem was hereditary. (Oh by the way, my x-rays just showed age related degeneration, no bulging disks or herniated disks, or any other anomaly. The pain really can't be explained, except that I am overweight and stressing muscles.)

My mother had a bad back, and had several surgeries to correct her problems and they helped minimally over the years. After her retirement, her back didn't bother her any longer. She was chair bound most of the time before she passed away, so there was no pressure on her spine. And I am sure that helped.

So I considered her father, my grandfather, who also had a bad back, and would not have surgery, although physicians told him they could ease his pain if he would agree to surgery. He was a naturalist and preferred to do things his way. He wore a back brace and swore he got relief with it.

Lately, I have been pretty much chair bound, unable to sit or stand for long. So x-rays were done. I've been put on anti-spasmodic for my back muscles, and they may do a little bit of help, but not a lot. So, I decided to go on a diet. I am very overweight. I'm only just beginning, but I am down 16 pounds so far. And I am doing yoga for core and back strengthening. Now THAT has really helped!

In my case, I just know that two generations before me also had back problems. We were all heavy, tall, and had uncontrolled pain. But it dawned on me, after beginning this weight loss journey and yoga that knowing the medical history of our ancestors could explain a lot of our health problems. So I am determined to find out more about the health issues of my ancestors whenever possible. You just never know when it might help to know!

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Sunday Singing

It's time for Sunday Morning Singing at the old church! I've saved you a seat beside me on the pew! So come on in and let's get our spirits filled with these precious country gospel!

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

The American Revolution and a World War

The American Revolution Was Just One Battlefront in a Huge World War

A new Smithsonian exhibition examines the global context that bolstered the colonists’ fight for independence

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Saturday, June 30, 2018

An Update On The Lost Colony

I just received this report, and it is totally fascinating! If you are like me, I have been totally enthralled with The Lost Colony since I was a child growing up just a short distance away in Norfolk, Virginia. The Lost Colony and Jamestown were two places I "cut my teeth on"!

What follows is a very interesting report. It is a bit lengthy, but well worth the read. I highly recommend it if you hold any interest. It not only covers past endeavors to discover what happened, but current results, including DNA. Well worth the read!

By Roberta Estes

The Lost Colony of Roanoke – what an enduring mystery – for 431 years it has remained unsolved and fascinated Americans and the British, alike.

An entire tourist industry has sprung up around the mystery of the Lost Colony along the Outer Banks in North Carolina. An open-air theater tells the story every summer on Roanoke Island near where Fort Raleigh was established. Tourists drift south to Hatteras Island across a long bridge that today connects Roanoke Island to Hatteras Island, the location where the colonists themselves indicated they were moving when they left the Fort Raleigh on Roanoke Island.

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Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Day They Found The Pot of Gold

William Bean House

William Bean was born September 18, 1792. It is believed he was born in Baltimore, Maryland. 

By the time the Civil War rolled around, he was getting up in years. He was part of the "Home Guard", a group of the elderly and very young (too young for fighting in the War) that helped to protect and keep the peace in the mountains where they lived.

Because they lived in a little community called Waiteville, they were nearly isolated from West Virginia, although a part of that state. Waiteville today is still isolated from the rest of West Virginia. If you look at the southeastern portion of the state, in Monroe County, you will see a little dogleg shaped area and it is here that Waiteville sits. To the east, west and south sit Virginia. To the north is Peter's Mountain that separates the tiny community from the rest of West Virginia. During the war torn era, it must have been terrible for those left to survive without their men to protect them! They couldn't rely upon the state, and were at a disadvantage with the Confederacy at their doorstep. And yet, the Union armies marched right through as well. The community itself was torn between allegiances. Families were split on their ideas. William Bean's was no exception.

They were also often called upon to supply both armies with food and livestock. There are many tales I could tell about the terrors from that. But they were also plagued with renegade deserters. Those from the North trying to get back North, and those from the South trying to get back to the South.

On this particular occasion, a troop of soldiers were spotted heading toward the community. Someone came riding to Bean's place and told him to hide his goods to prevent the troops from taking them. As a precaution, cattle and hogs had been taken into pastures and pens up in the mountains in the woods. Food stuff was hidden, except for enough to get by for a few days at a time, just for such times as this. Usually buried in a pit in the woods and disguised.

Well, old Bean had recently converted his funds from paper into gold and had not hid this as yet. Not having time to go himself, he sent his daughter to go and hide it. The story is he told her exactly where to hide it. But then, later, both "forgot" where it was hidden. (How two of you could forget it makes the whole thing sound suspicious, but so the tale goes.) Later, when they went to get it, they couldn't find it. (I have my theories, but won't discuss that here at this time. We'll save that for another day.)

For years and years there were family members who dug holes throughout the property looking for the gold. And one day, I believe it was either in the late 1940's or early 1950's, someone decided to check out the boggy area.  Not really a swamp, but "mushy" ground. And they decided to use a metal detector.

They searched for days and days. And just when they were about to give up, there was detection! It was deep. And so they began to dig. And they dug. After awhile, the individual got tired and enlisted help. Eventually, after two days of digging they struck something iron. Excited they dug until they uncovered the object. Fully expecting an iron chest filled with gold bars, you can only imagine their disappointment when the object finally pulled from the bog was a rusted out wood burning cook stove! And no, there was no gold hidden inside.

To this day no one knows exactly what happened to the gold. And Bean was a very wealthy man! But there are rumors and speculations. But wouldn't it have been a hoot to have been there when they dug up that big old cast iron stove? All that work for some rusty iron.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Granny Got Kicked By The Back Door

Irene Banet Dreher

After Grandpa passed away in 1977, Granny was alone. So in 1978, my Mother, her daughter, moved her to West Virginia, to live in a trailer behind her house.

Granny was very happy living in her little home. She had plenty of room for just one person. And she was in the country. Someplace she enjoyed being. She would go out into the garden in the summer months and gather whatever she wanted from our garden. And during the winter months she would make quilts and crochet.

In 1985 my Mom and Dad sold their home to me, and they moved next door, and Granny remained behind my house. Shortly before I bought the property, Granny, who was known to have a temper now and then, evidently felt left out one day. We had all gathered at my house, not planning to, it just ended up that way. It was summer, and the kids were all outside playing. Mom and Dad were at my house, as was my sister and her family. We were all laughing and just enjoying each other's company.

We were all in the kitchen. I had a huge country kitchen that was over 30-feet long. On each end of the kitchen was a back door that led out to each side of the house. Well, Granny came storming in on one side. She attempted to slam the storm door, but the hydraulic closure kept it from slamming. She looked at all of us gathered around my big old farm table and began stomping like a little child and stomped across the kitchen, without ever saying a word, and out the other door. She attempted to slam that door as she went out as well. Well, the hydraulic closure on that particular door wasn't as tight as the when she slammed it, it slammed all the way against the door facing, but then popped back open. And when it did, the door popped Granny on her backside!

Granny whirled around and gave us all a dirty look. "Mom is everything all right?", my Mother asked her.

"Hmph!" was her reply. And she continued on her way and went back to her trailer. Mom told us to just leave her be and she would check and see what was wrong later.

Well, as I said, Granny had thought we were having some kind of gathering and hadn't invited her. And so she was miffed. She didn't realize, until Mom explained to her, that we'd just all accidentally ended up visiting at the same time.

Still, it's been a long time running memory of the day Granny got kicked in the behind by the slamming door! She wasn't hurt at all. But if you could have seen her face when she thought one of us had done it, it was simply priceless!

Granny was born in 1906 in Indiana. She died in 1989 in Monroe County, WV. Mom made good on her promise to take her body back to Indiana and she is buried beside of Grandpa.

Do you have a funny story about someone losing their temper?