tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238996812024-02-07T00:31:59.610-05:00Another Saturday Night StoryFirst I have many stories to tell. At first, I would send these stories out to family and friends by email. Then it became a Saturday night thing. A story you could wake up too on Sunday morning, and say to yourself "Danny has written another story", and then ponder what I wrote on that lazy day. Secondly, you will find what I have written has deep history significance. I believe that every subject in life, should have it's history studied first before you can make an objective decision!Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-34274860008701928312012-09-22T22:21:00.001-04:002012-09-22T22:21:18.110-04:00What Happen in BENGHAZI?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Protesters attacked the US consulate in Benghazi, Libya on Tuesday night and killed four Americans, including the US ambassador, Chris Stevens. At first, we were told the attacks were triggered by rage over an amateurish and deeply hateful film about Islam that depicted the Prophet Muhammad as, among other things, a child molester advocate, a bloodthirsty goon, a bumbling idiot, and a promiscuous, philandering leech. Yesterday we were told something different, and we may never know the truth about the incident.<br />
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The US consulate had very little security. It look more like a house, although it had a wall surrounding the facility. There are no Marines guarding consulates, Marines are only stationed at US Embassy's. Even though the locals had told Stevens he needed more security, it was never increase at the facility. It was very clear that this was not an attack over a film. The terrorist came to the consulate with Grenade launchers, and no intention of protesting. You don't bring genade launchers to a protest. Theses people attacked the consulate intent on killing those inside.<br />
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Besides the US Ambassodor, there was another diplomat and two security people who were killed. The two security people were Navy Seals. I have said this before, I don't want to know what our Navy Seals do, I know they do our governments work, and kill bad guys. Those Navy seals were there for a reason. The first report I read was they were there to help the Ambassodor disarm some of the more radical tribes surrounding Benghazi. Let me make this clear, it was no accident that these Navy Seals were there. I am thinking they pissed somebody off. The locals knew what their mission was, and did not like it. No matter how you spin it, we will never know the truth.<br />
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It is too bad we loss these people, two Navy seals and two diplomats that had many years of foriegn service. Things are never what they seem.<br />
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I want to talk about the Veterans Administration, our newVA. Obama has increase spending in to VA about 20%, or about 60 billion dollars since 2009. Just this year they have completed digitizing all of thier medical records. I now have a personal dashboard for all of my medical. MyVET dashboard holds all of my vitals, blood test, medications, entire medical history including my military record. It has a history of all of my medications, where these medicines are ordered online and then mail to me. I have assigned to me a Doctor, RN, and a LPN. I can email them anytime, day or night, through MyVet dashboard. I have check ups every 4 months. I am tested on every visit, for among other things, prostate cancer and kidney cancer, as this is what Mom and Dad died of. I am not going to wake up one day and find out I am in stage 4 cancer. I am diebetic, which requires you to really take care of yourself. I wish I would have quit smoking sooner, my lungs are scarred from the smoking, but the lungs are still working ok. I am well taken care of at VA, and I am very thankful for this.<br />
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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Is something that is most talked about these days within VA, and military families. It is about those returning from war, with mental disorders. Suicide among our active duty and veterans are at and all time high. VA now have a PTSD phone app for PTSD patients, I find this very high tech for VA to have such a wonderful app to help these veterans. Families are now trained and prepared for their family members coming home from war.<br />
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PTSD is not new. When Vietnam Veterans returned home, they were alienated. This was a unpopular war. Most families were not trained in PTSD. People thought those vets were crazy. Long hair, smoke pot, I am sure that was to sedate themselves......hahaha!!...When I came home from the Marines, or made my way back to Springfield, MO, what family that was left there, left within a week. I still had a few friends left in Springfield, and I did what I was trained to do. Get a job, try to stay out of trouble, and live my life day by day, try to fit in.<br />
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Here is what happens. Once you are touched by the complexities of war, things seem to intensify in your life. You walk around like a short fuse on a firecracker. This intensity is something that most veterans have to live with all their lives. Your not going to like this monster I have become, I am not nice anymore, I find it hard to love another, I am selfish, and at times I don't care about you, or me anymore. There are some grey areas here, that you may have to fill in. I used to say, like a dog that kills another animal, he becomes rabid.<br />
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If you know a Veteran or have a family member in the military. Reach out to them. When they come home, hug them, engage with them, care for them, let them know you love them, help them fit back in and live a productive life after the war.<br />
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The Democratic convention was very good this week. I did not watch the other one.<br />
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Have you heard that song by Taylor Swift------->We are never ever getting back together.<br />
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Let's hope the Hurricanes stay away from New Orleans. Our family there was lucky this last time with Isaac.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Michael Clarke...Green Mile Movie Star died this week. He was only 54, died of heart attack complications. May he rest in peace.<br />
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I had my VA check up this week. Now that I quit smoking they have changed all my medicines. The side effects are not as I suspected.<br />
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I am not sure we should be getting in to other peoples war's. The Syrians may have to take care of there own. Now Iran is another story, we do not have a good history with this country, a madman with Nuke capability.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang=""></span></span>Dan Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002836242011745508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-25659258951507023812012-09-01T20:07:00.001-04:002012-09-01T20:07:18.807-04:00Can We Shake Some Cousins<br />
Many of you may know Clarice Gaddy Cook, and Dave Gaddy. They are our cousins who descend from Nancy Caroline Gaddy's sister, Susan Alice Gaddy. Clarice sent me some pictures to post, maybe we can shake up more cousins. Thank you Clarice.<br />
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By attachment I'm sending pictures to you of four of Gramma's kids. Perhaps this will shake some of our cousins loose!<br />
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1. Clarence Cook c 1940<br />
2. Ernest Cook & wife Ada, c1946<br />
3. Florence Cook & husband Roy Wilson<br />
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back row: Mary Cook, husband Lewis Smith, Susan A. Gaddy Cook, Kathleen Dandrew (daughter of Lena Cook, Pearl Cook (my mother)<br />
middle row: Jack Williams (son of Kathleen), Clarence Cook<br />
front row: George Cook, Clarice Cook (kids of Clarence Cook & wife Pearl)<br />
1938 . . . I believe this was taken Mother's Day<br />
5. Susan A Gaddy Cook, husband John H, daughter Mary Cook<br />
6. Mary Cook<br />
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Cousin Clarice Gaddy Cook<br />
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Some of the comments that have been made on this blog since 2006 are fun, some are down right nasty, and some of them are a great surprise. Here is a sampling.<br />
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I remember when we lived on the cul-de-sac on Springdale off of Bee Street in Farmers Branch. Mom and Dad had a "new" green Plymouth stationwagon. The plymouth would vapor-lock in the Texas heat everytime we went anywhere. We all had the mumps. I was sicker than a dog. By the way, the dog was a black spaniel named Inky. Mom and I still laugh at the time we didn't have much money and said we could either have dinner or a payday candybar and go to the drive-in. We voted for the drive-in. <br />
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The reason that your Henry Tapscott reached Rockingham County, NC was since he was of marriageable age,and since his first cousin, once removed, had not married, he seized the opportunity to visit and make his intentions known. The Tapscotts were not immune to nor unresponsive to marrying their cousins, as they were a known entity. My general take on this, what better way to keep the looks, the money and the land in the family! This same concept applied when Henry and Nancy Tapscott's son, Samuel became of marriageable age and married a young cousin of his mother, Winifred Hill, of Franklin County, Virginia. He did not reside in Franklin County, but he certainly knew that Winifred did.<br />
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Your comments about Samuel and Winifred Hill Tapscott's lacking the skills of reading and writing are really poignant when one reads the listing of the family in Rockingham in the 1850 Census. What they had lacked in their education, must have made them more acutely aware of the necessity of a good education and preparation for life:<br />
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Lived in Rockingham County, North Carolina. 1850 US Census NC Rockingham Co page 40B:<br />
Samuel Tabscott 59 b VA farmer unable to read and write<br />
Winfred Tabscoot 52 b VA unable to read and write<br />
George Tabscoot 27 b VA laborer<br />
James Tabscoot 20 b NC teacher<br />
S. T. Tabscoot 17 b NC laborer male<br />
A. B. Tabscoot 14 b NC male attended school<br />
Amanda Tabscoot 12 b NC attended school<br />
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All of the above children were literate<br />
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Their other children, John Hill Tapscott and H. C.(Henry Conway) Tapscott were found in the Surry County, NC Census for 1850; both were listed as Ironmasters, and were able to read and write.<br />
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All of the above represents the high degree of consideration that Samuel and Winifred had in the education of their children. That is most remarkable, considering that a free, public education had really not come into being by 1850. Most education was conducted in church schools or private academies. <br />
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Thank you to all of the Gaddy and Wallis decendents. so many have written comments here.<br />
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Daniel,<br />
I'd like to get hold of you. You are my cousin. Nancy Caroline Gaddy Word is my aunt. Her brother, John H Gaddy, is my great grandfather.<br />
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I, too, would like to contact you. My gramma was Susan Alice Gaddy, sister of Nancy Caroline Gaddy. I have the full record of all correspondence re Sarah Snead's widow's pension application which was declined as there is no evidence of Mathew Wallis being in Rev. War. From Footnote. Nat'l Archives tells me this is probably because Mathew's commanding officer didn't do his paperwork; that Mathew's Amelia Co militia group was not federalized.<br />
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Daniel Rice,<br />
Re: Mathew Wallis, who died 9/25/1821: wife Sarah died in Greene county MO in 1847. She was 86 when she applied for widower's pension on 9/30/1845. Is Mathew in any way connected to Mansfield Wallis? Mansfield came to MO (from Limestone county AL) as an indentured blacksmith apprentice of Joseph H Ball who moved to Polk county, MO in about 1833 and died in Dade county about 9 or 10 years later. According to census, Mansfield was born in TN. He was in Ray county, MO in 1870. He had a son, Mansfield and a son, Washington and daughters Martha & Mina ( and maybe others). He was married at least 2 times, Delpha Lee & Elizabeth ?... <br />
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Daniel,<br />
Matthew Wallis was also my 4th great grandfather. <br />
My tree goes:<br />
Matthew .. Sarah Crenshaw<br />
Matthew .. Sarah Sneed<br />
Jeptha .. Nancy Stevenson<br />
Matthew .. Sarah J. Alsup<br />
George C. .. Cordelia C. Tuck<br />
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I would love to compare notes with you. <br />
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I am the direct decendent of Matthew Franklin Wallis - patriot - American Revolutionary War - Fifer. He is my great,great,great,great,great,greatgrandfather. I have applied for Daughter of American Refolution enabling all ancestors to know the "rest of the story".......of course, we are hitting a few bumps in the road.........the DAR has requested proof of parentage for Matthew Franlin Wallis, with proof of dates and location of both Matthew and Elizabeth. Sarah's estate/probate of Mathew's estate/probate record, land deeds of Bible records. We need to provide another source confirming Matthew's service which will support the data from the pension filed (Sarah's letter). We need documentation to show that Mathew actually lived in Amelia County, NC at the time of the war and that he served as stated in the pension application. The Bible record will be very HELPFUL - any suggestions, or information will finally get Matthew's name on record. Lynne Wallis <br />
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I am sorry to say I have not. I seem to run into a brick wall at every turn. Please keep me posted if you should happen to discover any pertinent information.<br />
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Re: MATTHEW F. WALLIS/SNEED/CRENSHAW<br />
Posted by: Robert Clark (ID *****3985) Date: March 30, 2009 at 11:06:17<br />
In Reply to: MATTHEW F. WALLIS/SNEED/CRENSHAW by Kathryn Lee of 1746<br />
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I have been researching the Wallace/Wallis families in Amelia and Nottoway counties. (Matthew is not in my direct line of Wallaces, but is closely related.) Here is some of what I have gleaned.<br />
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John Wallice Sr. left a will in Amelia dated 2 Jan 1754. He named 3 sons--John Jr., Jeff and Matthew (along with several daughters). Matthew died before 19 May 1759, the date recorded for the inventory and appraisal of his estate.<br />
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Matthew had a son named Matthew. This is proven by a court case "Jeff Wallace vs. Matthew Wallace son & heir of Matthew Wallace Decd." dated 25 Jul 1760. (Amelia Co. Order Book 6, pp. 18 and 32). I can explain the issue involved in this case if anyone is interested, but the court gave Matthew the right to contest its judgment within 6 months after his turning 21 years of age.<br />
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The younger Matthew had several land transactions in the 1780s and 1790s. Before 1789, his land was in Amelia County, but that year the southern part of Amelia was split off as a new county, Nottoway, and this was where the Wallaces lived. Thus, Matthew shows up in Nottoway county land records in 1789 and the 1790s, even though he was in North Carolina by then.<br />
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When he sold land in 1785 and 1786, the record says that his wife was Mary. However, there is a Nottoway deed dated 31 Dec 1789 where Matthew is said to be from Wake, NC, and his wife is Anne. Adding more confusion is the Revolutionary War Pension application filed by his widow, Sarah, who said her maiden name was Sneed. The date of their marriage in Wake Co. is listed in different places as Jan. 1787, and in 1792.<br />
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That's enough for one response. I have more on this family during their Amelia/Nottoway years if anyone is interested. <br />
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A email I recieved on July 31st, 2012<br />
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Please email me for Ryan's address. he is looking for more information on Mathew Wallis.<br />
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I hope my e-mail finds you well. My name is Ryan and I live in Manor, Texas. I saw some of your posts on your blog. My 6th Great Grandfather was Fifer Matthew F. Wallis. Do you have anymore information on him? Any info would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time and I look forward to your reply.<br />
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7th Great Grandfather: Matthew Wallis<br />
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6th Great Grandfather: Matthew F. Wallis<br />
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5th Great Grandfather: Matthew Wallis<br />
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4th Great Grandfather: John Gillum Wallis<br />
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3rd Great Grandfather: John Clark Wallis<br />
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2nd Great Grandfather: Alvin Clark Wallis<br />
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Great Grandfather: Charles E. Wallis<br />
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I hope everyone has had a great summer. I know I have had a great summer, had a great vacation with Amy and the kids. Even though the trout fishing was bad in Branson, we still had fun. It seems that July 4th week is really the only time for me to take off during the summer. That is when manufacturing closes down for the entire week.<br />
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I have decided to start this blog back up again. I have had request from others to start it back up again.....another saturday night story. This blog has been around since 2006. It is about family roots, a bit of history, and about anything else that could be of valuable news at the time. I have had thousands who have come to this blog, read the thoughts and musings. Many email me with family questions, some questions I know, and some I don't. This blog is for family and friends. If you frequent this blog and want to join, please send me an email, and I will put you on the mailing list. I found a lot of emails from a old list I had. I can't find Trey's email, and a few more. <br />
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I have been working on my Flickr page. I have all of the old family pictures of Tapscott, Rice, Gentry, McMehen, Gaddy, Word, pictures from this blog, and pictures that have been sent to me over the years. I am in the process of tagging them with comments. If anyone wants a digital copy of the picture, email me the name of the picture/pictures and I will send them back to you. If you have questions about the pictures, I will also try to answer. The Flickr page is located here: </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/danoh1952"><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span lang="">http://www.flickr.com/photos/danoh1952</span></span></span></u><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"></span></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">There is also family pictures there, of all of you. Some of these pictures are old, and you will want to see them. I don't know where I got these pictures, but I went through all of Tim and I hard drive backups for the last 10 years.<br />
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I am also working on getting our family tree in a software that is in the cloud. That way all of the family can have access to it, and for those get married can add to the tree as you see fit. It will always be there, in the cloud, access from anywhere, from any device.<br />
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This blog is now a part of Google, and has an amazing dashboard, and I can do many things with it. If you search Google for Boone C. Rice, you will find many readings from this blog, and the same is true of other surnames within this blog. If you don't have a google gmail account, you should have one. By having a email it ties you to other blogs, images, videos on You Tube, shopping, finance, music, and the cloud on Google drive, Google+, and many other friends. Please join me by becoming a Google friend with the friend button on the right of this blog. You will see you can share these post with most of the popular social media sites, and please join me on Facebook, LinkedIn, or follow me on Twitter.<br />
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He has been a party animal all day, according to his Mother. He opened his gifts this morning and is doing second round of cake in a bit. He kept asking if it would be his birthday "all day, or just for a little bit" this morning. It was hilarious!<br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-41723652857768946412009-08-22T20:10:00.005-04:002009-08-22T20:44:58.293-04:00Hell On The Border<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGHqPIkPhhk0WEg_BvdXR8CrTXcSpUH-i331I7FYvQi63CuYbVrNX6TvvWZ9M9YPcSIVKA_LN63sMF5P33e-vjrzqF8fObFWhU44wTBYExM1MTbcwHnJP3vFfceiCirDKrFY/s1600-h/ftsmith.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGHqPIkPhhk0WEg_BvdXR8CrTXcSpUH-i331I7FYvQi63CuYbVrNX6TvvWZ9M9YPcSIVKA_LN63sMF5P33e-vjrzqF8fObFWhU44wTBYExM1MTbcwHnJP3vFfceiCirDKrFY/s400/ftsmith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372945888910441282" /></a><br /><br />Orville Crawford Word , my Great Grandfather, owned Trading Post up and along the Santa Fe Trail, first in St. Louis, then later in Fort Smith. Fort Smith was the last stop before entering Indian Territory(Oklahoma), it was along the Trail of Tears, and was a main route for the Butterfield Stage Co. between the east and west. <br /><br />My father is buried not far from Fort Smith, maybe fifty miles as the Crow flies. Odd that my father, and my Great Grandfather buried so close to each other. Maybe just by chance.<br /><br /><br />‘Hell on the Border”, Ft. Smith, Arkansas<br /><br />The scrappy border town of Fort Smith grew up slowly around the walls of a small fort established in late 1817 on a high bluff overlooking the junction of the Arkansas and Poteau rivers. The site was familiar to hunters and trappers because it was the location for annual trade rendezvous' between frontiersmen and Native Americans. Named for General Thomas Smith at the federal garrison in St. Louis, the tiny outpost was originally built to promote peace between the warring Osage and Cherokee Indian tribes. <br />Because of its unique geographical position - straddling the border between what became the state of Arkansas and what was known then as "Indian Territory" in present-day Oklahoma - Fort Smith by the mid-19th century was feared as "Hell on the Border," the gateway between "civilization" and the untamed West. Through this gate passed trappers canoeing upriver; Cherokee Indians on their fateful "Trail of Tears" journey; Forty-Niners seeking gold in California; the Butterfield stagecoaches linking St. Louis to Santa Fe; Confederate and Union troops skirmishing in the Civil War; outlaws seeking freedom across the border; and even cowboys and ranchers headed for Texas. <br />During this period, bustling Fort Smith attracted people who later made brief marks on the pages of history - future president Zachary Taylor; Civil War general Benjamin Bonneville; "Hangin' Judge" Isaac C. Parker, the man credited with restoring law and order to the area; his feared hangman George Maledon; outlaws Cherokee Bill, Belle Starr and the Rufus Buck gang; and "Miss Laura" Ziegler, an enterprising frontier "madame." <br /><br /><em><strong>The First Fort Smith</strong></em><br />On Christmas day, 1817, soldiers of the U.S. Army formally established the first Fort Smith. Isolated on the edge of the American Frontier, these men, under the command of Major William Bradford, were charged with keeping the peace between the Cherokee and Osage tribes.<br />Officially operational for only seven years, the first Fort Smith marked the beginning of Fort Smith's eighty year history as an agent of Federal Indian Policy.<br /><br /><em><strong>The Second Fort Smith</strong></em><br />The second Fort Smith was established by an act of Congress in 1838, two years after Arkansas gained statehood. Unwanted by the army, the fort was initially designed as a massive fortification. Construction of the garrison took eight years due to labor difficulties, budget overruns, and other reasons. When finally completed in 1846, less than half of the original number of structures were built. The fortification wall, intended to be twelve feet high, varied from six to twelve feet in height; cannon platforms at the corners of the fort were never completed, instead several were converted into warehouses.<br /><br />The second fort gained a purpose in the 1850s as the "Motherpost of the Southwest," supplying military forts further to the West. The fort was a focal point of Civil War operations in the region, as both armies prized the facility and its location.<br />At the end of the Civil War, the post's operational days were numbered; the facility did not age well, and within five years, both Officer's Quarters were destroyed in fires. In the summer of 1871, U.S. Army troops leave Fort Smith for the final time<br /><br /><em><strong>The Trail of Tears and Native American History</strong></em><br />Fort Smith's history is strongly tied to the history of the removal of the five tribes, better known as "The Trail of Tears." The soldiers of the first Fort Smith were sent West to keep the peace between the incoming Cherokees and the Osage. The stockades fort was abandoned by the army and relocated prior to the forced removal. The second Fort Smith supplied the newly-relocated tribes as well as other military posts in the Indian Territory. The federal court for the Western District of Arkansas had the task of enforcing federal law in the Indian Territory in the decades following the Civil War.<br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />Daniel<br /><br /><em><strong>Song of the Week</strong></em><br />You Tube has just become so big. You can get just about anything that has been recorded in the past at the website. Here is a original 1964 appearance of Johnny Rivers, playing "Memphis".<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ujder5FL0aI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ujder5FL0aI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-80370233610025353452009-08-15T20:40:00.002-04:002009-08-15T20:48:07.547-04:00Les Paul dies at age 94<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJWud0J9vayhrntb0xkH7O8eGTCklix1I-Zlpnp-0z4GyXqCHi0Z3asrbG_grbR9yTLILHcHL_9If-9A01YaloU4rGtxaXSJyHfG4OaCnvAFure0-GeQlthPumPfXD2H-tVg/s1600-h/lespaul.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJWud0J9vayhrntb0xkH7O8eGTCklix1I-Zlpnp-0z4GyXqCHi0Z3asrbG_grbR9yTLILHcHL_9If-9A01YaloU4rGtxaXSJyHfG4OaCnvAFure0-GeQlthPumPfXD2H-tVg/s400/lespaul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370355301737638674" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Les Paul passed away this last week. He was by all accounts a music legend. He invented the electric guitar, and the 8 track recording tape, among other things. He later married Mary Ford, and they had several big hits. One song, a number one hit, "How High The Moon", was one of my mother's favorites. You can read more about <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090813/ap_on_en_mu/us_obit_les_paul_7">Les Paul on Yahoo</a>.<br /><br />Have A Good Week<br />Daniel<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Les Paul and Mary Ford, "How High The Moon".</strong></em><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UvXr2e9DwU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UvXr2e9DwU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-72496306183023919022009-08-08T20:27:00.005-04:002009-08-08T20:52:56.086-04:00Dr. Thomas Walker<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6Xj0xTDyyiDpOAUNjDm4IgTfV5CWyIfyVh8ONr9n-XqG4rEyuWmAOALRmhpItYu80DzKn1toR-Aj3V4MxgZkAcVNfyPBap_qixW47UvxrJYeUe8r4OnhcxGjmwJvd8T-hb4/s1600-h/thomaswalker_banner.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6Xj0xTDyyiDpOAUNjDm4IgTfV5CWyIfyVh8ONr9n-XqG4rEyuWmAOALRmhpItYu80DzKn1toR-Aj3V4MxgZkAcVNfyPBap_qixW47UvxrJYeUe8r4OnhcxGjmwJvd8T-hb4/s400/thomaswalker_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367754167168942418" /></a><br /><br /><br />My Great Grandmother was Nancy Caroline Gaddy, who married Albert Pike Word. Her father was John Price Gaddy, he was the son of Thomas Gaddy and Elizabeth "Betsy" Walker. Elizabeth Walker was the daughter of John Walker, who married Mary Harris. <br /><br />I have been searching as to whether John Walker was the son of Dr. Thomas Walker of Kentuky. John was afterall, born in Virginia, and married in Kentucky, before moving on to Missouri. Maybe one of our Gaddy family members can put the two together.<br /><br />Here is the story of Dr. Thomas Walker:<br /><br />Although Daniel Boone is often remembered as Kentucky's most famous pioneer, Dr. Thomas Walker was actually the first frontiersman in Kentucky, preceding Boone by 17 years. <br /><br />A physician and surveyor, Walker led the first expedition through Cumberland Gap in 1750. Dr. Walker was an agent for the Loyal Land Company of Virginia and was exploring the western wilderness seeking land for settlement. Near the river, which he named the Cumberland; Dr. Walker built the first cabin in Kentucky, a replica of which stands on the site today. Dr. Walker’s journal, recorded during his four-month exploration, described plentiful wildlife, thickly tangled woods and rugged terrain. <br /><br />See also <a href="http://www.parks.ky.gov/findparks/histparks/tw/">Dr. Thomas Walker <br />State Historic Site </a><br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />Daniel<br /><br />Song Of The Week<br />This is another oldie from the seventies. This is some old footage,"Tin Man" America.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-VGxYAVx-0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-VGxYAVx-0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-10397170898303357662009-08-01T20:06:00.007-04:002009-08-01T20:28:04.668-04:00Short Snorter During World War I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v9jMCPe3KH0HPLh5c8Am84SnHKf9MTcvwmdTjPWIHYx9Fo3KW6L-Za7q3rF9q8S0T8HsHh2mnsH-GafH6OXsBVlvrxdD2m41gijNOzeAOfNKLWLMfMnmDnSoE78qmsltX2c/s1600-h/shortsnorter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 36px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v9jMCPe3KH0HPLh5c8Am84SnHKf9MTcvwmdTjPWIHYx9Fo3KW6L-Za7q3rF9q8S0T8HsHh2mnsH-GafH6OXsBVlvrxdD2m41gijNOzeAOfNKLWLMfMnmDnSoE78qmsltX2c/s400/shortsnorter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151298462359458" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Allied soldiers would have currency signed by comrades, much like an autograph book. As one note was filled, another would be connected to the first (usually by tape), with more added as needed. A 10 foot long "train" of notes not being uncommon. This tradition began during World War I, heightened during World War II, and was carried on into the Korean War. A "snorter" is a drink of liquor, usually swallowed in one quick gulp. A"shortsnorter" is a drink of liquor that's not quite full. This term was adopted by the soldiers as the nickname for these notes.<br /> <br /><br />This Shortsnorter belong to my Grandfather, Lloyd M. Rice. It is from World War I and list all the guys in his outfit. It is a Silver Certificate dollar bill.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSisXEWe3AbkeImP3qJlLIsJSmhm2LaehSwD9i_tSaAedujEhGdb_vtIcKI5DK-QSS8wBz_lrZJo-kMH2rmg8pbnJhP5Fit0lKc5Ac_07Y_EKseRBmgWkEPra461J38O7nG_A/s1600-h/snorter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSisXEWe3AbkeImP3qJlLIsJSmhm2LaehSwD9i_tSaAedujEhGdb_vtIcKI5DK-QSS8wBz_lrZJo-kMH2rmg8pbnJhP5Fit0lKc5Ac_07Y_EKseRBmgWkEPra461J38O7nG_A/s400/snorter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151514600294306" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>The Japanese Never Got Past Tulsa</strong><br /><br />Back in the 70's, when you could drink and smoke on TV. This excerpt from Johnny Carson, and the "Rat Pack".<br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />Daniel<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hA6wTmBarU0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hA6wTmBarU0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-31896204790153863292009-07-25T21:12:00.005-04:002009-07-25T21:25:25.249-04:00More Missouri History<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKrVJ5L9ri1tkuaNZdN6wHgsw6Fs-rbaVXBPc0BZe6bVzoH76QGR0PFy0S9FWDvvcPDvA8IaDU8yyAUtC4bR5MAPfrnDwsRWJDHA-xLxIBIVyS5aJkP9a0AWXPKI_QEdh2FY/s1600-h/8664777_550_art_R0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKrVJ5L9ri1tkuaNZdN6wHgsw6Fs-rbaVXBPc0BZe6bVzoH76QGR0PFy0S9FWDvvcPDvA8IaDU8yyAUtC4bR5MAPfrnDwsRWJDHA-xLxIBIVyS5aJkP9a0AWXPKI_QEdh2FY/s400/8664777_550_art_R0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362572798389126930" /></a><br />View of St. Louis. Lithograph by T. Moore's Lithography after E.W. Playter, ca. 1836.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The following is in relation to the Boone, Word, Prewitt, and Henry families.<br /><br /><br />The following history of Howard County is from The History of Howard and Cooper Counties, St. Louis: National Historical Company, 1883, pp. 88-99.<br /><br />The French settled Canada and the northwestern part of the United States, as well as the country about the mouths of the Mississippi river. They came into the upper Mississippi and Missouri valleys in 1764, under the lead of Pierre Laclede Liguest, who held a charter from the French government, giving him the exclusive right of trade with the Indians in all the country as far north as St. Peter's river. Laclede established his colony in St. Louis in 1764, and from this point they immediately began their trading and trapping excursions into the unbroken wilderness. Their method of proceeding was to penetrate into the interior and establish small local posts for trading with the Indians, whence the trappers and hunters were outfitted and sent out into the adjacent woods. In this way, the country west and northwest of St. Louis was traversed and explored at a very early day, as far west as the Rocky mountains. But of the extent of their operations, but little has been recorded; hence, but little is known of the posts established by them.<br />That these daring Frenchmen had explored that portion of Howard county lying contiguous to the Missouri river, even prior to the year 1800, there can be no doubt; that there existed within the present limits of the county a trading post, for several years before its settlement proper, there can be no doubt. The names of the streams, such as Bonne Femme, Moniteau, etc., attest the fact that they were of French origin, and had been seen and named by the French pioneers.<br />Levens and Drake, in their condensed but carefully prepared history of Cooper county, say: "While Nash and his companions were in Howard county (1804), they visited Barclay's and Boone's Licks, also a trading post situated about two miles northwest of Old Franklin, kept by a white man by the name of Prewitt. The existence of this trading post, and the fact that 'Barclay's and Boone's Licks' had already received their names from the white persons who visited them, show conclusively that this portion of the country had been explored, even before this, by Americans. But no history mentions this trading post, nor does any give the name of Prewitt; hence, we are unable to determine when he came to the Boone's Lick country, how long he remained, and where he went; he evidently left before the year 1808, as Benjamin Cooper, who moved to Howard county in that year, said there was then no settlement in this part of the state." Boone's Lick, from which this region of country took its name, is situated about eight miles northwest of New Franklin, in Boone's Lick township, on section 4, T. 49, R. 17, on land owned by William N. Marshall. This place was visited by Daniel Boone at an early date, - the time not known. Here he found several salt springs, and as such places were frequented by deer and other game, he not only often hunted in the neighborhood, but, according to John M. Peck, who visited the old hunter at his home in St. Charles county, a few years prior to his death, pitched his camp there for one winter and put up a cabin. Mr. Peck does not give the date. The presumption is that he got his information from the lips of the old hunter himself, and he would further suppose that he camped there between the years 1795 and 1807.<br /><br /><br />Ok........keep in mind that Daniel Boone did not go to MO. until 1799. I suspect the Henry's, Word's, and the Prewitt's were right there with him. Later they migrated to Arkansas. The Federal Land Records show John Henry and John Word buying land in 1827, Hempstead County, believe it or not, only 10 days apart in the month of August. <br /><br />It might be interesting to note that William M. Henry who married Martha Ann Word was a first cousin to Patrick Henry. Patrick Henry was the 4 time elected Governor of the independent Sate of Virginia. William M. Henry's Great Grandfather was Hugh Henry, and his brother John Henries Henry was the father of Patrick Henry. Patrick Henry first married Sarah Shelton and second married Dorothy Dandridge. Dorothy was a first cousin to Martha Washington. Between the two marriages, Patrick Henry had seventeen children. Patrick was named after his Uncle, Rev. Patrck Henry. He was outspoken in his opposition to British policy towards the colonies, particularly on the subject of the Stamp act(1765), and he made the first speech in the Continental Congress (1774). You can read his most famous speech "give me liberty or give me death" at this website.<br />http://libertyonline.hypermall.com/henry-liberty.html<br /><br /><strong>Song of the Week</strong><br />It was in 1966, my Dad would listen to Buck Owens. Here is his song<br />"Tiger By The Tail".<br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />Daniel<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcS0Gp-Z5oA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcS0Gp-Z5oA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-61396333020112198712009-07-18T20:30:00.003-04:002009-07-18T20:41:35.328-04:00The Beginning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywxrUuVuQoSqom7MzZS8DKZEF5ZtemUwdUJDgMkMjA9H_2_MjlV1B1qXqh4yUtvAHsToHhbpvCZXanJS6VziIaZlvfNhySZHWHBszpTgDx5xrYEQnRWKt0HZoZdoVoTIof90/s1600-h/adam_eve2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywxrUuVuQoSqom7MzZS8DKZEF5ZtemUwdUJDgMkMjA9H_2_MjlV1B1qXqh4yUtvAHsToHhbpvCZXanJS6VziIaZlvfNhySZHWHBszpTgDx5xrYEQnRWKt0HZoZdoVoTIof90/s400/adam_eve2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359962456008904306" /></a><br /><br /><br />Many have heard of the hole in one in golf, or you may have hit the lottery, how about finding your ancestry back to Adam and Eve. It is a happy day, after hours and hours of research for the last twenty years. I finally found my ancestry on both my Mother and my fathers side. It seems that Royalty has always kept there ancestry, from the beginning. Once you have tied in to Royalty, the rest is written in the Bible. The Royalty of my family actually comes from Rebacca Byan, who married Daniel Boone, my 5th Great Grandfather. If your family tree ties in to me, I can show you the way to Adam and Eve. I believe this is 95 generations, according to my software. The Following is from my Fathers side.<br /><br />Daniel Rice Ancestry<br /><br />Adam = Eve<br />Seth<br />Enosh<br />Kenan<br />Mahalaleel<br />Jared<br />Enoch<br />Methuselah<br />Lamech<br />Noah<br />Arphaxad Shem<br />Cainan<br />Shelah<br />Eber<br />Peleg<br />Reu<br />Serug<br /> Nahor<br />Terah<br />Abraham <br />Isaac<br />Jacob Kingof Goshen<br />Judah<br />Zerah<br />King of Dardania <br />Erichthonius<br />Tros King of Trojans<br />LLus King of Troy<br />Laomedon King of Troy<br />Priam King of Troy<br />Troan<br />Thor<br />Loridi<br />Einridi<br />Vingethor<br />Vinginor<br />Moda<br />Magi<br />Sceaf<br />Bedwig<br />Hwala<br />Hrathra<br />Herman<br />Heremed<br />Scealdwea<br />Beaw<br />Taetwa<br />Geat<br />Godwulf<br />Fodepaid<br />Finn<br />Frithuwulf<br />Freawine<br />Frealaf<br />Frithuwald<br />Woden (Othid/Odin)<br />Bældæg<br />Brand<br />Frithugar<br />Freawine<br />Wig<br />Gewis<br />Esla<br />Elesa<br />Cerdic, 1ST KING OF WESSEX (d. 534)<br />Creoda<br />Cynric<br />Ceawlin (560-592)<br />Cuthwine<br />Ceolwald<br />Cenred<br />Ingild (d. 718)<br />Eoppa<br />Eafa<br />Ealhmund, King of Kent (784)<br />Egbert (802-839) = Raedburh<br />Ethelwulf (839-858) = Osburh<br />Alfred the Great (871-899) = Aelhswith (d. 904)<br />Edward the Elder (899-924) = Edgifu<br />Edmund I (939-946) = Aelfgifu<br />Edgar (959-975) = Aelfthryth<br />Ethelred II the Unraed (979-1016) = Aelfgifu<br />Edmund II Ironside (d. 1016) = Algitha<br />Edward the Exile (d. 1057) = Agatha<br />Margaret Atheling = Malcolm III King of Scots (1058-1093)<br />Matilda of Scotland = Henry I of England (1100-1135)<br />Empress Matilda = Geoffrey Plantagenet<br />Henry II Plantagenet (1154-1189) = Eleanor of Aquitaine<br />John (1199-1216) = Isabella of Angoulême <br />Henry III (1216-1272) = Eleanor of Provence<br />Edward I (1272-1307) = Eleanor of Castile<br />Edward II (1307-1327) = Isabella of France<br />Edward III (1327-1377) = Phillipa of Hainult<br />Thomas Prince of England Eleanor De Bohun<br />William Bourchier and Anne Plantagenet<br />John Bourchier<br />Humphrey Bourchier<br />Margaret Bourchier<br />Francis Bryan b. 1490<br />Francis Bryan b.1549<br />William Smith Bryan<br />Francis Bryan<br />Morgan Bryan <br />Joseph Bryan<br />Rebecca Bryan b.1738=Daniel Boone b.1734<br />Susannah Boone<br />William Hays Jr.<br />Eliza Hays<br />Albert Pike Word<br />Ira Belle Word<br />Kenneth Word Rice<br />Daniel L. Rice<br /><br /><em><strong>Song of the Week</strong></em><br /><br />It seems that Miley Cyrus is not "Just For Kids Anymore". Check out this song "The Climb". <br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />Daniel<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-77213232113059436502009-07-11T15:16:00.001-04:002009-07-11T15:19:37.788-04:00Michael Jackson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ytLFf-4YNDS66v5isfK_jQOA-gGScC2PeyJLe4LJ6u1NdZIwQEu7PGPgAIqraL0qTdDXw0-ClaVwrEj46JzoQ7_fewJMUTJ05Xp764U4V5X9-_zKLZp67pQLHem0IwbBJJ8/s1600-h/michael+jackson__150_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ytLFf-4YNDS66v5isfK_jQOA-gGScC2PeyJLe4LJ6u1NdZIwQEu7PGPgAIqraL0qTdDXw0-ClaVwrEj46JzoQ7_fewJMUTJ05Xp764U4V5X9-_zKLZp67pQLHem0IwbBJJ8/s400/michael+jackson__150_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357283625092296386" /></a><br /><br /><br />Michael Jackson is gone. Dead from Drugs, prescribed by Doctors, and most likely abused by Michael. This doesn't sway my opinion of him. He was a talent which we will all miss, and a talent we will not see come along again for many years. He was surrounded by controversy in his private life, but somehow always prevailed in these matters. He very likely had several health problems. He has been seen in the past years walking with a cane, he had back problems, and had to have severe joint problems. Think about it, he has been busting those joints, dancing, since he was seven years old. <br /><br />But after all the dust settles, the spotlight, the money, the fame, the drugs, the controversy, the calamity, the bizarre, all of what made Michael......Michael Jackson!............Reality sets in that he was a father of three children, who loved him more than we did, and will miss him forever.<br /><br />I grew up listening to Michael, I loved the Thriller album. I liked alot of his songs, some songs stood out more than others. My favorite was "I Just Can't Stop Loving You".<br /><br />Sleep Well Michael...Peace Be With You!<br /><br />Daniel<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/es0bCuJyEGc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/es0bCuJyEGc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-80007154052744985842009-07-04T19:50:00.007-04:002009-07-04T20:24:03.261-04:00Happy 4th of July<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmfJfi-NKyxO_xjjJqb8d5X7sc7JQpu0VYvRweXBl165BFoTZNi8cnUe5YyqjZ7eisk6AgKN8HcOOhFVs1iQ_lnrF4Z5azh5d354_AJEKAcDS8wzBq38HMaRmbScXACqOUo8/s1600-h/4th_july_graphics_05b.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmfJfi-NKyxO_xjjJqb8d5X7sc7JQpu0VYvRweXBl165BFoTZNi8cnUe5YyqjZ7eisk6AgKN8HcOOhFVs1iQ_lnrF4Z5azh5d354_AJEKAcDS8wzBq38HMaRmbScXACqOUo8/s400/4th_july_graphics_05b.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354757922294465874" /></a><br /><br /><br />I hope everyone has a Happy 4th with your friends and family. My brother and I had a little time to go fishing yesterday. We went to Racoon Lake ,west of Indianapolis. He caught a 3 lb. Indiana Catfish. Stink bait works pretty good!<br /><br />After so many of you has ask that I bring the blog postings back on Saturday Night, I have decided to make it happen. <br /><br />"Love is a battlefield", and I have so much to give. <br /><br />Patriotism<br /><br />• Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?<br />• Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.<br />• Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.<br />• Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.<br />• Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.<br />• They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.<br />• What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.<br />• Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.<br />• Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags. <br />• Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly.<br />• He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.<br />• Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton. <br />• At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt. <br />• Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months. <br />• John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.<br />So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. <br /> <br />It's not much to ask for the price they paid. Remember: freedom is never free! <br /> <br />It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer, picnics, and baseball games.<br /><br />GOD BLESS AMERICA<br /><br />Have a Good Week!<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-71811209810027939422008-08-02T18:33:00.002-04:002008-12-10T17:24:32.742-05:00Fishing Fever In 1967<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnGa0DwDbYjGiwSEN_vtoe32w_vF9mhiWw8FhCJKpKJ9sCJ0puLvEEXxlcuIou8jxCA-RPdsJRshJzqjSsYkEInndOxiS_jv8nDP_VaTdKREnDA0j5KMa4-OcyuFWQ6A1Fro/s1600-h/bennett04.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnGa0DwDbYjGiwSEN_vtoe32w_vF9mhiWw8FhCJKpKJ9sCJ0puLvEEXxlcuIou8jxCA-RPdsJRshJzqjSsYkEInndOxiS_jv8nDP_VaTdKREnDA0j5KMa4-OcyuFWQ6A1Fro/s400/bennett04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230052426718933106" /></a><br /><br /><br />I grew up fishing the rivers and streams of Southwest Missouri. My Dad was a fishing nut! We did not have to go far to catch a good fish. I guess I was about 15 years old, one Saturday morning we got up early, and drove down 4 or 5 miles east of Springfield. This would be the James River, which runs down and empties into Table Rock Lake. We drove down to a bridge, and put the canoe in right below the bridge. It was about 6 am in the morning, I could see the current was strong and steam rising off the fast water. I could also see that on upstream about 200 yards was a old railroad bridge. Dad said we were going to fish between the two bridges. We would paddle upstream and drift back down, then do it all over again. About the third time we paddled up, and drifted back, I thought I had hooked a big log, I was tugging trying to break the the lure loose, before it abruptly would snap my line. I was fishing with a Mepp's spinner, my river favorite, with a brown hackle wooly worm attached to the end. The current was very strong, and I was trying to land this big log, bringing it up across the current. All of the sudden, right in the middle of the river a large fish jumped clearly out of the water. This was no log I had hooked, My Dad was saying, you got a good one, get him in! He was in fact a 4 LB. Smallmouth Bass, which is a good Small mouth by any standards. <br /><br />That is me, fifteen years old, with the big one that did not get away!............Anybody wanna go Fishin!!<br /><br />Have a Good Week!<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-57555247275943464422008-07-26T23:08:00.002-04:002008-07-26T23:11:19.324-04:00Thinking Back Now to the Gulf War in 1991The six day war. We began by bombing all the military facilities, the roads and bridges leading in and out of Bagdad. We pounded the desert rats with B-52 bombs for hours prior to the invasion. This was a modern military slaughter. Our troops fed warm meals every night. They could sit with their laptop computers and talk to love one's in a chatroom everynite. The war was like a movie that never ended on the news channels. When the tanks started rolling our troops hid behind them for cover. The enemy, surrenders by the thousands. This was no war. The military had war games tougher than this! Most of those killed in this war were from friendly fire. At the end of WW2, General Patton lined himself on the Russian Border, ready to move forward, only to be told by the president to retreat. Our troops had walk their way to the border of Bagdad, ready to move forward, only to be told to retreat. Saddam was a lucky devil!!<br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-39020210656902957912008-07-19T16:52:00.003-04:002008-12-10T17:24:32.949-05:00The only thing we have to Fear, is Fear itself!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6HS_sXvyJ1pPq_rtEKF8wOKqIh8pNHooxZ-aXtU-aAmEk6rfYJHAE9VwePddpYOMkh5fnp3I7uOzZ8Wzh4WLQqxhniYQRvd18MBw8tQhyphenhyphenAhLX3CcDd-PO6hUGgfpoJiMfyM/s1600-h/logo-usmc.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6HS_sXvyJ1pPq_rtEKF8wOKqIh8pNHooxZ-aXtU-aAmEk6rfYJHAE9VwePddpYOMkh5fnp3I7uOzZ8Wzh4WLQqxhniYQRvd18MBw8tQhyphenhyphenAhLX3CcDd-PO6hUGgfpoJiMfyM/s400/logo-usmc.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224859219604508818" /></a><br />This was the famous quote from Franklin D. Roosevelt during his first inaugural address in 1933. It was during this time that the "Great Depression" had reached it's peak. Yes...and people were scared, no money, no food, and no work.<br /><br />Tonight's story is about fear. Not the type of fear, that many Americans were suffering during the "Great Depression". The fear I'm talking about is the fear that wrenches down in your gut, and hangs on like an Alabama tick. You can't shake it off, or wish it away, you can't stop thinking about it, all you can do is face it, and live with the consequences.<br /><br />It was early in the year of 1971. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton, California. Our Marine Company, among other things, was in charge of security for our President at the time, Richard M. Nixon. Our President had a beach home in San Clemente, CA., this was located right outside the gate of Camp Pendleton. The beach home itself was covered with controvery. It was located right on San Onofre Beach, which was one of the best surf beaches in southern California. The local surfing community was not a big fan of Nixon at the time. During Nixon's presidency, this part of the beach was closed to surfers. We watched the compound, and patrolled those beaches, 24/7, during his peresidency.<br /><br />It was early Saturday morning, about six, when we were awakened, and told we had a Company formation in 5 minutes. Most of us were in such a hurry, we fell out for formation, still standing in our skivvys. Our Captain, a two tour Vietnam veteran, walked slowly across the small parade deck, stopped and called all of us to "Attention". He said "You have fifteen minutes to prepare and be back for departure. You will need full riot gear, M-16 Rifle, and all NCO's will carry a sidearm 45". It was by all definition, hustle time. I grab my gear, and my rifle in record time. Quite amazing was, no one was late. They loaded all of us in eight trucks, and headed into town. Those in the truck with me were still not quite awake, but were asking each other where they thought we were going. Finally the truck stopped, it was a grocery store parking lot, in San Clemente. We all jumped out of the trucks, and began a Company formation. This is when things got a little scary.<br /><br />After calling us to "Attention", our Captain turned it over to the Battalion Colonel. The Colonel immediately gave us an order to fix bayonet's. He said, " Jane Fonda and a group of anti-war protesters were defacing the American Flag in downtown San Clemente. We intend on marching right through this group, and there may be casualties".<br />I must confess, I was scared to death. While I was still trying to make some sence out of my Vietnam experience. It was one thing to travel 4000 miles abroad to fight an enemy on foreign soil, but now, I was ask to cause casualty to American citizens. I had horrifying thoughts running through my head. Fear......... Fear........ Fear!........Will this madness ever end?<br /><br />In riot formation, we went just a couple of blocks. The Colonel then told us the protester's heard the Marines were coming, and they dispursed.<br /><br />Just another day at the office.<br /><br />Have a good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-85524568881122317642008-07-04T21:22:00.005-04:002008-12-10T17:24:33.272-05:00Happy Birthday America<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQ7C6pm8ilqcmvOmXxS-mZVWpk2UDyJQX4qjkpNn6KzVFKkPtDCCS1GSy3SzB38GUIPJBqFfHTvdhNQOEudF8rKfsaJgacy3iqltBHRVDbt_6_vEoVTQcg5f0yAEp3vn6p-M/s1600-h/declaration_of_independence_stone_630.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQ7C6pm8ilqcmvOmXxS-mZVWpk2UDyJQX4qjkpNn6KzVFKkPtDCCS1GSy3SzB38GUIPJBqFfHTvdhNQOEudF8rKfsaJgacy3iqltBHRVDbt_6_vEoVTQcg5f0yAEp3vn6p-M/s400/declaration_of_independence_stone_630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219336429836196514" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let's not forget these words written, so long ago. Before roads and bridges, computers, cellphones, McDonalds, and automobiles. If you read this you will hear of the tyranny displayed by the "British Boot". Yes.......they were defeated, not once , but twice.<br /><br />IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.<br /><br />The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America<br /><br />We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.<br /><br />The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.<br /><br />He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.<br />He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.<br />He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only. <br />He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures. <br />He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.<br />He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.<br />He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.<br />He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.<br />He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.<br />He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.<br />He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.<br />He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.<br />He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:<br />For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:<br />For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:<br />For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:<br />For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: <br />For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:<br />For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences<br />For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:<br />For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:<br />For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.<br />He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.<br />He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people. <br />He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.<br />He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands. <br />He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.<br /><br /><br />Have a Happy 4th of July<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-6653134795489612762008-06-28T20:31:00.003-04:002008-12-10T17:24:33.470-05:00The Watts Hays Letters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4t47n58dx07ETPAdjx3llivp-0EOLKLtOy_N1Bmi5CeJ4muK1MR7ivU9GzO0KgRlmkZEKdus7KLVGvTc627Ch-yeInXiLl2HSMDL1ctcMSJxJFmlxY8Bfn-z_2Msz9d-aFac/s1600-h/quill-pen02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4t47n58dx07ETPAdjx3llivp-0EOLKLtOy_N1Bmi5CeJ4muK1MR7ivU9GzO0KgRlmkZEKdus7KLVGvTc627Ch-yeInXiLl2HSMDL1ctcMSJxJFmlxY8Bfn-z_2Msz9d-aFac/s400/quill-pen02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217098229983338658" /></a><br />I have spent most of the week reading the Watt Hays letters website. There is reference to Eliza Hays Word, and her mother <br />Phoebe Stevens Hays affectionately known as "Aunt Feeby". All of the Hays and Boone families are all first cousins of mine. Eliza and Phoebe were my 2nd and 3rd Great Grandmothers.<br /><br />Please enjoy this website as much as I have. A big thank you to Marian Franklin, the author of the website, and another first cousin of mine.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.wattshaysletters.com/">The Watts Hays Letters</a><br /><br />Havea Good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-10402147558373593332008-06-21T17:08:00.001-04:002008-12-10T17:24:33.679-05:00The Ledo Road<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCaxNrPUbBtzKd-KG0IdTZywophyg2ci5n4GFjm_UymBHSZjSmOWf4d94xA-oR7HSAjtklQRoNp_i4BgO2yJ_1SQlf1Z0BVLPY9XNLVT3rXY8QuoH_h_UtUAVrUEc9qhLwnw/s1600-h/burmaroad.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCaxNrPUbBtzKd-KG0IdTZywophyg2ci5n4GFjm_UymBHSZjSmOWf4d94xA-oR7HSAjtklQRoNp_i4BgO2yJ_1SQlf1Z0BVLPY9XNLVT3rXY8QuoH_h_UtUAVrUEc9qhLwnw/s400/burmaroad.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214444978724417986" /></a><br /><br />My fathers brother was Albert Boone Rice. We called him Uncle Bert, and over the years, I only met him a few times when I was a child. I wished I was older when I met him, I am sure he would have had lots of stories to tell. Uncle Bert served during WWII in Burma, now called Myanmar (pronounced myahn-mah). Family notes say he help build the Burma road during his stay in Burma. For those that don't know, it was one of the most deadliest duties during the War. Many of our American soldiers died there, if not from gun battle then from decease. The following is the story of the Burma Road from Wikipedia.<br />Our Uncle Bert has passed on now, he may be gone now, but not forgotten.<br /><br />From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia<br /><br />The Ledo Road, (from Ledo, Assam, India to Kunming, China) was built during World War II so that the Western Allies could supply the Chinese as an alternative to the Burma Road which had been cut by the Japanese in 1942. It was renamed the Stilwell Road (named after General Stilwell(U.S.)) in early 1945 at the suggestion of Chiang Kai-shek. After Rangoon was captured by the Japanese and before the Ledo Road was finished, the majority of supplies to the Chinese were delivered via airlift over the eastern end of the Himalayan Mountains.<br /><br />In the nineteenth century British railway builders had surveyed the Pangsau Pass, which is 3,727 feet (1,136 meters) high on the India-Burma border, on the Patkai crest, above Nampong, Arunachal Pradesh (then part of Assam). They concluded that a track could be pushed through to Burma and down the Hukawng Valley. Although the proposal was dropped, the British prospected the Patkai Range for a road from Assam into northern Burma. British engineers had surveyed the route for a road for the first eighty miles. After the British had been pushed back out of most of Burma by the Japanese building this road became a priority for the United States.<br /><br />On the December 1, 1942, British General Sir Archibald Wavell, the supreme commander of the Far Eastern Theatre, agreed with American General Stilwell to make the Ledo Road an American NCAC operation. It was built under the direction of General Stilwell from the railhead at Ledo (Assam, India) location to Bhamo on the Burma Road so that supplies could reach the railhead at Mogaung. It was built by 15,000 American soldiers (60% of whom were African-Americans) and 35,000 local workers at a cost of US$150 Million. 1,100 Americans died during the construction and many more locals. As most of Burma was in Japanese hands it was not possible to acquire information as to the topography, soils, and river behaviour before construction started. This information had to be acquired as the road was constructed.<br /><br />General Stilwell had organized a 'Service of Supply' (SOS) under the command of Major General Raymond A. Wheeler, a high profile US Army Engineer and assigned him to look after the construction of the Ledo Road. Major General Wheeler in turn, assigned responsibility of base commander for the road construction to Colonel John C. Arrowsmith. Later, he was replaced by Colonel Lewis A. Pick, an expert US Army engineer.<br /><br />Work started on the first 103 mile (166 km) section of the road in December 1942, followed a steep, narrow trail through territory from Ledo, across the Patkai Range through the Pangsau Pass, nicknamed "Hell Pass" for its difficulty, and down to Shingbwiyang, Burma. Sometimes rising as high as 4,500 feet (1400 m), the road required the removal of earth at the rate of 100,000 cubic feet per mile (1800 m³/km). Steep gradients, hairpin curves and sheer drops of 200 feet (60 m), all surrounded by a thick rain forest was the norm for this first section. The first bulldozer reached Shingbwiyang on 27 December 1943, three days ahead of schedule.<br /><br />The building of this section allowed much-needed supplies to flow to the troops engaged in attacking the Japanese 18th Division, which was defending the Northern area of Burma with their strongest forces around the towns of Kamaing, Mogaung and Myitkyina. Before the Ledo road reached Shingbwiyang, Allied troops (the majority of whom were American-trained Chinese Divisions of the X Force) had been totally dependent on supplies flown in over the Patkai Range. As the Japanese were forced to retreat south so the Ledo road was extended. This was made considerably easier from Shingbwiyang by the presence of a fair weather road built by the Japanese, and the Ledo road generally followed the Japanese trace. As the road was built, two 10 cm (4 inch) fuel pipe lines were laid side by side so that fuel could be piped instead of trucked along the road.<br /><br />After the initial section to Shingbwiyang, more sections followed: Warazup, Myitkyina and Bhamo, 372 miles (600 km) from Ledo. At that point the road joined a spur of the old Burma road and although improvements to further sections followed the road was passable. The spur passed through Namkham 439 miles (558 km) from Ledo and finally at the Mong-Yu road junction, 465 miles (748 km) from Ledo, the Ledo road met the Burma road. To get to the Mong-Yu junction the Ledo road had to span 10 major rivers and 155 secondary streams, averaging one bridge every 2.8 miles (4.5 km). For the first convoys, if they turned right, they were on their way to Lashio 100 miles (160 km) to the South through Japanese-occupied Burma, if they turned left Wanting lay 60 miles (100 km) to the North just over the China-Burma border.<br /><br />In late 1944, barely two years after Stilwell accepted responsibility for building the Ledo Road, it connected to the Burma Road though some sections of the road beyond Myitkyina at Hukawng Valley were under repair due to heavy monsoon rains, and it became a highway stretching from Assam, India to Kunming, China 1,079 miles (1736 km) length. On January 12, 1945, the first convoy of 113 vehicles led by General Pick from Ledo reached Kunming, China on February 4, 1945. Over the next seven months 35,000 tons of supplies in 5,000 vehicles were carried along it.<br /><br /><br />Have a Good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-3074599414419221762008-06-14T19:00:00.001-04:002008-06-14T19:04:18.963-04:00Marriage in the 1700'sMarriage in the old days was not quite as easy, as it is today. You had to pay a hefty bond for marriage, the whole family, on both sides, made a commitment, and was court ordered after bond payments were made.<br /><br />Mathew F. Wallis was my 4th generation Great Grandfather.<br />With the onset of war in 1775, Virginia began to train an army to defend against a British invasion. Fifers and Drummers were an important part of the eighteenth-century military. Just as Virginia enlisted soldiers and stockpiled arms and ammunition, it also trained Fifers and Drummers to work with soldiers in the field. Mathew Wallis was a Fifer.<br /><br />Matthew F. Wallis married Sarah SMEED on 5 Jan 1787 in Wake County, NC. At that time, in 1797 it cost 500 pounds for a Marriage bond. Here is more history on Marriage Bonds.<br /><br /><br />Marriage Bonds were first required in North Carolina by the Act of April 4th, 1741.<br />This act provided that:<br /> ... every clergyman of the Church of England, or want of such,<br /> and lawful Magistrate, within this Government, shall ... join<br /> together in the holy estate of matrimony, such persons who may<br /> lawfully enter into such a relation, and have complied with the<br /> directions herein after contained ... No Minister or Justice of<br /> the Peace ... shall celebrate the rites of matrimony ... without<br /> license ... or thrice publication of banns as prescribed by the<br /> rubric in the book of common prayer." "License must be<br /> issued by the Clerk of the County Court of the county where the<br /> female shall have her usual residence. The prospective groom, in<br /> order to obtain this license, must make a bond with sufficient<br /> security in the sum of fifty pounds proclamation money, with<br /> condition that there is no lawful cause to obstruct the marriage;<br /> if either of the persons should be under the age of twenty one<br /> years, consent of the parent or guardian must be had.<br /><br />This act provided an alternative provision in lieu of bonds, the use of banns. This may account for the absence of marriage bonds for many marriages which are known to have taken place. If the banns were properly published, according to the rubric and the customs of the Church of England, a marriage might take place without license and consequently, without a bond. <br />The Act of April 4th, 1741, was confirmed in 1749. In 1766, the Presbyterian, or dissenting clergy, were permitted to perform the ceremony. They had been doing this for some time, apparently illegally. Finally, in 1778, it was enacted that all regular ministers of the gospel of every denomination, having the cure of souls, and all justices of the peace, were authorized to solemnize the rites of matrimony according to the rites of their respective churches and agreeable to the rules in this act prescribed. <br />In 1778, provision was again made for marriage by license or by banns, published three times by any minister of the gospel. The amount of the bond required for the license was raised to five-hundred pounds lawful money of the State. <br /><br />In the Revised Statutes of 1836-1837, the amount of the bond was raised to $1,000. In the revised code of 1854, the regulations remain the same. Marriage bonds were in effect for North Carolina until repealed in 1867. This same law that repealed the bonds, also stipulated that the Clerk shall keep a register of marriages for that county.<br /><br />Have A Good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-80595604316065555512008-06-07T17:51:00.009-04:002008-12-10T17:24:34.181-05:00'Shadows Over My Shoulders' Revisited<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixHBIwRH7xStT1fHYIF6xHS8ldBd3AwdeeOGGnR6GkXGyGCQ-Figy9X0EYTfauGq6rn9VM5CMc5qVYXszdrDyOc6tlT-MflhTcTEixC5ucTevOzLPsqJYuxINO3e2EMu_b0c/s1600-h/pappysfamily.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixHBIwRH7xStT1fHYIF6xHS8ldBd3AwdeeOGGnR6GkXGyGCQ-Figy9X0EYTfauGq6rn9VM5CMc5qVYXszdrDyOc6tlT-MflhTcTEixC5ucTevOzLPsqJYuxINO3e2EMu_b0c/s400/pappysfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209261167421364354" /></a>From left to right: top row is Leslie, Jack, Virginia, Bert, bottom row is Lloyd Rice, my Grandfather Pappy, Kenneth(Pete),my Dad, Ira Belle Word, my Grandmother,Mamaw.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfE-APVBAdaEg6__BBb2veIP9KyxuYUWOJKy42NUMnjv-g5FqxFiJPbyeRarrHc2WAX79vVTbiMOx_tPXX9bHZEdMifBEwSvto21SlERIvCPkdlcTfxXc9CXUknUdLjAVsGo/s1600-h/nancyalbertword.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfE-APVBAdaEg6__BBb2veIP9KyxuYUWOJKy42NUMnjv-g5FqxFiJPbyeRarrHc2WAX79vVTbiMOx_tPXX9bHZEdMifBEwSvto21SlERIvCPkdlcTfxXc9CXUknUdLjAVsGo/s400/nancyalbertword.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209260892956257138" /></a>Nancy Caroline Gaddy and Albert Pike Word<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This week we are revisiting my blog post January 6, 2007. With our new Gaddy cousins now copied on the blog, I thought it important to post my Grandfathers stories of the area we now call Elk City, Oklahoma. His father Boone Rice settled not far from their in the Oklahoma run of 1892. The land was wild and free during those years, after all, Oklahoma did not become a state until 1907. There were no roads, but only trails up through those parts, when the Rice family settled there. Lloyd Rice and his twin brother Leslie, were only six years old when they made that trip from Polk County, MO. The Word family settled later just down the road. Please enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><br />My Grandfather was Llloyd McMehen Rice who married my Grandmother Ira Belle Word. The records from LDS, and the Social Security index indicate that Lloyd Rice was born June 14 1886. I believe this to be untrue. The following notes left by my Grandfather, include short stories of the Rice family journey from Polk County, Mo, to the Arbuckle Territory of Oklahoma in 1889. From these writings, himself, and his twin brother Leslie drove the wagon, and mustered the cattle from behind during this journey. He had served in WWI, and when all of his sons had been sent off to War during WWII, he himself enlisted again, lying about his age. I suspect my Grandfather was born around 1880 or 1882, five years prior to his birth date given to the Social Security Administration.<br />I remember my Mamaw and Pappy as very kind and gentle people. Mamaw would always have a candy dish for the kids. You guessed it!! Filled to the rim with lemon drops. I remember when I was twelve or fourteen years old, spending some time with Pappy. We went fishing everyday. He drove that old red Ford Galaxie to Lake Hefner in Oklahoma City. He would wear beige pants and a red and white plaid shirt, and he wore this big straw hat. We would pack a lunch, and he would pack a beer, or two. We would stop and get minnows, but he preferred the old "Catfish Charlie" stink bait most of the time. We never caught a fish. But we enjoyed the sun and wind hitting our face. He would tell fish stories about the big ones that got away, and give a hand gesture to his forearm to show the length of the fish. This was a lot of work for a man in his seventies. I know he enjoyed every minute of his time out fishing. I remember Mamaw had this coffee table with a glass top, and kept pictures of all us kids there, it was always full of new pictures. Pappy had this old standing ash tray with the Masonic Emblem on it, and of course there was always a pack of Pall Mall cigarettes there too. I suppose he smoked till the day he died.<br />These words to follow written by my Grandfather and transcribed later by my Uncle Jack, will always be embedded in my mind. I have read it many times over the years, and each time, the stories, giving me a different visualization of the good times and hard times, the old and the new. A different story is found each time I read these musings. Daniel Rice<br /><br /><br />These words were written in longhand, with pencil, by my father....during the days after his 80th year. He gave them to me in a small black memo book and ask me to type them for him. I am sorry I did not get them finished before he went to see, "The Old Man with the Long White Whiskers" during his 84th year.....God Bless Him!<br />Lloyd M. Rice Jr.<br /><br />July of 1979<br /><br />"SHADOWS OVER MY SHOULDER"<br />by<br />Lloyd McMehen Rice Sr.<br />June 1, 1886 - July 3, 1970<br />The West was won by a Man on a horse. Here he is. I hope you like him. He is on a horse, a big black horse. A horse named Tom. Tom is tall, leggy and the kind of black that doesn't fade with the seasons.<br />The Man is also tall. More than six feet, He wears "Duckins" and a faded shirt covered by a black vest. He wears a slouchy white hat. Booted feet are in stirrups. Under that slouchy, dirty hat is a bearded face and VERY blue eyes.<br />As he rides Tom across a green valley, he stops at the top of a red hill. He can see for miles down the valley and stands in the stirrups and looks in all directions. He must have liked what he saw, as he said to himself. "Yes, this will do. I will go for my family and my cows."<br />He often talked to himself. He looked back over his shoulder and promised these red hills that he would be back.<br />This is the way it was. I was there. The Man was my father.<br />Somewhere among these scribblings you will learn how we stopped and stayed among those red hills. Here I spent my boyhood, my youth and my young manhood.<br />It was a raw and untamed country in those days, but to me and mine it was and still is the most wonderful country in the whole wide world! Yes, the West was won by a Man on a horse .... followed by a Man with a plow, a team of mules and a roll of barbed wire¼..and that ended the cattle range.<br />In spite of what you may be thinking, the Man we saw on the big black horse did not wear a "six-gun" on his hip. He rode with a 44 carbine Winchester in a gun boot on the side of his saddle.<br /><br />"What did Delilah do with her shears after she gave Samson his haircut?"<br /><br />The house on the Old Homestead sat a short distance off the old "Cheyenne Trail" over which all the freight for all the country North and West of there was "freighted". There were no fences, no bridges and the trail followed the "divides" between the creeks, canyons and rivers. It started always at the end of the railroad and went North and West, right by our Homestead.<br />Father had a windmill on the place, which furnished an everlasting stream of pure, cold water. So, all the freighters, all the hunters of homes, all the outlaws, all the people who were running from "you guess what" came by our Homestead¼...at different times we met Frank and Jesse James, Temple Houston and others who were nameless. They stopped, drank our water, watered their horses and slept in my fathers house, ate his bread and went on their way.<br />Let me sit on the banks of a lake with a fishing rod in my hand. Let the wind blow around me and let the sun shine in my face.<br />Have you ever watched a gull or a tern fall straight down out of the sky like a rock falling and come up from the water with a fish in his claw?<br /><br />Genesis: ll.1 " And the whole earth was of one language and of one speech."<br />While you are running this mad rat-race that we call life, you had better slow down once in a while and look behind. The Old Man with the Long White Whiskers and the Scythe may be gaining on you!<br /><br />May the Good Lord hold you in the hollow of his hand, make your trail all down hill may the sun shine in your face and the wind stay at your back.<br />Our Lord rode into Jerusalem on the back of a borrowed Burro...was crucified, died and was buried in a borrowed grave.<br /><br />FOUR SCORE YEARS<br />Someone has said that Man's life span is "three score years and ten". Today I reached four score. During these four score years I have done and seen many different things. I have lived in a dugout with dirt floors, walls and roof. I have lived in a tent. I have lived out-of-doors with only the ground at my back and the sky for a roof. I have lived in rat-holes .... sometimes called "apartments". .... So what, "Four score years"!!!???<br />I have fed cattle in blinding snow and sleet storms! Walked a hundred miles, leading a saddled horse to keep from freezing to death So what, "Four score years"!!!???<br />I have ridden many miles through dust storms, looking for a recognizable Landmarking; many miles along drift fences looking for shelter, and finally found it...So what, "Four score years"!!!???<br />I have ridden all day looking for water for me and my horse ....finally finding a spring...poisoned. So what "Four score years"!!!???<br />I have been thrown off a freight train in the dead of night and walked till daylight and then asked for breakfast at a back door...So what, "Four score years"!!!???<br />I have attempted to ride broncos that no one else would try...and landed on my face in the dirt. I have fished and hunted through all these years and have loved every day of it. I have worked for others, and have owned and operated my own business. I have worked for my government. I have proudly worn the uniform of my country, together with my three grown sons and the husbands of my two daughters, and we all made it back home again. Some were a little the worse for wear, but we all made it….So what, "Four Score years"!!!???<br />Today I live in a modern house with the same woman I started with more than sixty-two years ago, and I still have my three sons and two daughters, with fifteen grandchildren and one great grandson. Today I mow my own lawn, help care for the flowers, raise a small garden and go fishing every day the sun shines and there is beer in the ice-box!! So what,<br />"Four Score years"!!!???<br /><br />I wonder what became of the little boy who gave our Savior the loaves and fishes which he Used to feed the MULTITUDE????<br />May the Lord bless you and everyone in your house.<br /><br />Since three-fourths of the Earth's surface is water, and only one-fourth is land...it is clear to me that the Good Lord intended that man should spend three times as much time fishing as he does mowing the lawn.<br /><br />Our Arrival in a New World<br />The sun was still a couple of hours high on a warm winter day, father, who was driving the lead covered wagon, stopped his team. He climbed down over the front wheels of the wagon, walked out a few yards onto a small hill and looked out over the rolling prairie. He pointed to a cottonwood tree about fifty yards away to the North. He came back to the wagon and helped my mother to the ground and walked her to the tree. In a few minutes he came back to the second wagon, pulled by four horses and driven by my twin brother. The wheel horse was saddled and one of us rode it while the other drove. Sometimes one rode a horse and herded the cattle following behind the wagons. He told us to follow him and we drove past the tree to a bit of higher ground and camped. There was a spring near the tree. We unhitched the horses, hobbled them and other loose stock, and put up the tent. My mother spread the benches in the tent and we soon had a good fire going, using wood brought from the previous night's camp. We checked the animals after a good supper, prepared over the campfire and then we all, my youngest brother inside the tent with Mother and Dad, the rest of us outside, went to sleep. Little did we know that we would spend the next year and a half in this camp in Roger Mills County, Oklahoma.<br />My father put one-by-twelve boards around the tent on the ground and piled dirt against them to keep the wind and water outside. He also put a 'brush arbor' over the front entrance for some shade. We placed a small enclosure inside a single barbed-wire fence to hold the animals. Our father rented forty acres from a homesteader who lived a bit East of us and planted it in feed for the horses and cattle.<br />And so, with a few improvements, such as cleaning out the spring under the cottonwood tree and making an enclosure to keep some chickens (which my Mother got from a settler), we "settled in" our new home.<br />Thus, our tall, blue-eyed father and our short, black-eyed mother established a home, as many other settlers were doing in that year of 1892. It was a long way from Missouri.<br /><br />THE HOMESTEAD<br />We children did not know, nor did we care, that our father would go a few miles West of the 'tree camp' and homestead one hundred and sixty acres...and that we would build a real home (after a year and a half in the camp) in the edge of the "Red Hill" country of Roger Mills. On this claim, we three boys spent the remainder of our boyhood and most of our youth.<br />After this claim was completed and we were grown (almost), I met a neighbor girl, married her and, after three children born on this original homestead, we left...but that is another story.<br /><br />More, SHADOWS OVER MY SHOULDER, continued .....<br /><br />We three boys, my twin brother and myself and the 'little one', grew to manhood on the old homestead. Then they drifted away. .oh, they returned for visits often, but they never lived there again.<br />It seems like we lived on the old ranch for a lot of years (we still own it) and I try and go back at least once each year and look around. It seems that the red hills get higher and the canyons get deeper every time<br />I see it. But, I have never seen a more beautiful country than this in the spring, with the hills covered with prairie flowers, the hills always seem to me to be looking for someone...could it be three small boys chasing coyotes on painted ponies? Between the hills are the green valleys where the best grass in the world grows. I remember when it grew as high as the shoulder of a boy on a pony. As I stop my car on a hill overlooking the site of the old ranch house, the hills and the valleys resemble a varicolored saddle-blanket spread out over the world. As I sit in this modern machine that covers more ground in a day than the old wagons did in months, I get a wave of homesickness. I look, but I cannot see, three small boys who lived, worked, rode and played among these same age-old hills so long ago. Here they grew to manhood: the freckled twin and the youngest went out into the world from here. They lived their lives and are both buried far from the red hills they both loved so much. My tall, blue-eyed father and my short black-eyed mother are buried in the old country graveyard just a few miles from the old ranch...I stop and say hello to them each time I go back. Most of the old neighbors (pioneers), who made the land what it has become, are buried with them. The land is again a cattle ranch. However, there are no small boys chasing coyotes to their dens in this modern age.<br /><br />YEAH !!!!<br />News reports say Dallas "resents" Ruby. Resenting seems to be the biggest thing Dallas does. First, it was Vice President Lyndon Johnson and his wife. THEY were "resented" so much that the people pushed and shoved them, knocked their hats off and trampled on them. They "resented" Adlai Stevenson, one of the greatest workers for world peace we ever had, Dallas "resented" him so much that they manhandled him, slapped his face and spat in his face. Then one of the Dallas "resenters" bought a rifle, some ammo and a sandwich, sat down in an easy chair and, as the President of the United States drove by, he shot him dead. Now they "resent" Ruby, one of the head "resenters".' Resenting is the biggest thing Dallas does...Big D...Big R!<br /><br />A SMALL SHADOW<br />Here is what I saw six small bottles of catsup do:<br />On the first trip we made to the new country, my twin brother and I drove four horses hitched to a covered wagon. One of us rode the 'left wheel horse' and drove the team of lead horses. Our father drove a two-team hitch pulling a covered wagon ahead of us. On this day, Father became uncertain of the trail, (as it could not be called a road). We finally met a tribe of Indians, Cheyenne’s, moving everything they owned on "wicki-wakis" behind their ponies. Father attempted to talk with them about the "road". They refused to talk. We finally came to where the trail divided, one going Northwest and the other due West. We finally came to a Indian Trading Post, our fellow travelers still not talking. At that time it was known as "Seger's Post". Today it is the site of the town of Colony, Oklahoma. We stopped at the store and my father bought six bottles of catsup. Stepping to the side of the trail, he held out a bottle of bright red mixture. The first Indian to pass attempted to grab the bottle. My father finally gave it to him. .and, after the brave had drunk the catsup, held up a second bottle, and gave him the catsup only after talking for awhile. After the sixth bottle had been disposed of, my father had talked to a number of Indians and decided he had learned the correct trail to where we were going. Afterwards, he remembered he might have purchased the entire reservation for one more bottle of catsup!!!<br />We lived for several years near the reservation and they called my father "Man with Whiskers Good Brother". We three boys rode with the young Indians all over the countryside.<br /><br />Do you believe in dreams?<br />During World War I, when my twin brother was in France and stationed at a base hospital near Verdun, site of one of the longest and bitterest campaigns of that terrible war, where "They did not pass". While he was there (I did not know where he was) I had the same dream night after night. I could see my brother walking along a bluff above a stream of deep, black water, The trail was slippery and the side of the bluff was covered with large stones and strung with barbed wire. At the crest of this bluff, fighting for his footing, I seemed to see my brother (I was in a tree). As I reached for him I never reached him...he never fell, but a hundred times I thought he would...this was a recurring dream, every night for months. Finally, I received a long delayed letter from my brother. He had moved on. After returning home in the Fall of 1918, he spent some time with me. I described my dream. He said that he knew exactly where it was (the bluff), just below the base hospital...hospital personnel were forbidden to go there, but he and some others went, to get away from the war for a time. They slipped down and looked around. He was told that 1,000 men had died attempting to climb that bluff!! After the first visit, he said they never went back again.<br />Do you believe in dreams? Neither do I!!!<br /><br />When my work is ended and I am called by the Lord...Grand Architect of the Universe (Masonic), to cross that river to "that home of many mansions not made by human hands". HE will find me sitting in peace, "under my own vine and fig tree"<br /><br />HERE WAS A HOME<br />Last week I stood on the site of the old ranch house where I grew up and spent the last part of my boyhood, my young manhood, married and started my own family.<br />There is nothing there now, just some large stones are all that is left of the foundation of the original "shack"; the lumber of which it was built was hauled one hundred and fifty miles from the end of the railroad. As I sat there, on one of the stones, my thoughts went back a lot of years. Where I sat people had been born and had died...long gone, they had laughed, talked and suffered. Here, "once upon a time", my father, mother and three half-grown boys had stopped for a place to call "Home".<br />Here we had "pitched camp" and my father and mother lived out their lives. Two of those half-grown boys are now gone. I, alone, am left to sit on a stone and "remember". As often as I can, I visit this "site of what was once a home". On my way out, I stop at the "grass-grown" and wind swept hill where, with many other pioneers, my father and my mother are buried. You would, perhaps, say it was a wild and lonely place, but to me, it is BEAUTIFUL. It is covered with the original stone and grass...green in summer, brown in winter…wild it is....like it was in the beginning. My people and all those other pioneers would have it no other way.<br /><br />Another thing: What became of the little burro that Mary rode from Nazareth to Bethlehem? Or the Swine that "dined on husks with the Prodigal Son? Or the "little" man that climbed a sycamore tree to see his Lord? Or the Roman Soldier that lost his ear in a meeting with Peter?<br /><br />Who stole the rock I sat on while I ate a "bowl of beans"? Who sawed off the limb the Wise Old Owl sat on for so many years?Daniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23899681.post-23057775169683734152008-05-31T20:02:00.004-04:002008-12-10T17:24:34.330-05:00The Morgan Walker Raid<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-V4CFnEpTC-uZdOuOXDAQKS_HRnZPZkgIVATWNbQGjr-EWQievLGOVAL6INo6yoCPvelqvlztYehmzE8M5RBq2-jffi5fluLgw4NNq176Q_VnLjii-EgtaLTeb5CN9st6vs/s1600-h/quantrill.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-V4CFnEpTC-uZdOuOXDAQKS_HRnZPZkgIVATWNbQGjr-EWQievLGOVAL6INo6yoCPvelqvlztYehmzE8M5RBq2-jffi5fluLgw4NNq176Q_VnLjii-EgtaLTeb5CN9st6vs/s400/quantrill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206697449499966226" /></a><br />William Clarke Quantrill<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My 3rd Great Grandmother was Elizabeth "Betsy" Walker, she married Thomas B. Gaddy in Jan 1815, in Estell County, KY. The Walkers and the Gaddy's settled up near Kansas City, in Clay County,Mo. Elizabeth had a brother name Morgan Walker who owned farm just North of Blue Springs, MO. Here is short story, sent to me by David Gaddy. It appears that Andrew Walker would have been our Elizabeth Walker's nephew.<br /><br /><br />The Morgan Walker Raid<br />By Ted W. Stillwell<br />William Quantrill, being from Kansas, was an abolitionist prior to becoming the leader of “The Bushwhackers” of Jackson County, Missouri. December 10,1860 was the turning point in his politics. On this date he joined five young Quaker abolitionists from Lawrence on a slave-stealing raid into Jackson County, Missouri, where they planned to “steal” the slaves of Morgan Walker, who lived near Blue Springs. The 1900 acre Walker farm was located where Pink Hill Park is today just west of Highway 7.<br />It was daylight when they arrived in the neighborhood. Quantrill left his boys hidden in the bush while he rode on into the Walker farm to survey the situation. At this point he became a turncoat and sold out his “friends.” He informed Morgan Walker’s son, young Andrew, what was about to take place, and that they should be prepared. Quantrill returned to his troop to await nightfall to begin the raid.<br />The Walkers rounded up a few neighbors to assist them and setup an ambush as the abolitionists came riding in that evening. One Quaker was killed on the spot, two were wounded and ran for cover and two more escaped back to Lawrence, Quantrill hung back out of harms way during the ambush. The neighbors tracked down the two wounded men and shot them on the spot.<br />Of course the sheriff was called and Quantrill was taken to jail. They locked him up at Independence in the old 1857 Jackson County Jail on North Main Street the following day. Sheriff John Burns said, “He was locked up for his own protection, as there was talk of lynching him and he would be safer there until the excitement was over.”<br />He didn’t stay locked up long, he was released about 8 o’clock that same evening and him and young Andrew Walker spent the rest of the night at a local hotel. Walker and Quantrill would become fast friends from that time on.<br />Quantrill remained in Jackson County during the winter of 1860-61. In the spring it is said he rode down into the Cherokee Nation, and with the Indians he fought under the Confederate General Mc Culloch at the battle of Wilson Creek near Springfield, Missouri. He also reportedly took part in the Battle of Lexington with Price’s army, and then deserted at Osceola during their retreat back south. By Thanksgiving 1861 he returned to Jackson County.<br />By mid December, Quantrill joined Andrew Walker and eleven other men in pursuit of a band of Kansas Jayhawkers who were looting about four miles north of Blue Springs. At the house of Strother Stone, they found them just after one of the Kansans had struck Mrs. Stone in the face with a pistol. Quantrill shot him on the spot. Two other Kansans were killed in a running battle. This soldier killed by Quantrill was the first Federal soldier killed in Jackson County during the Civil war.<br />Quantrill’s intelligence, education and skill soon made him the leader of a small band of Jackson County farmers who found it necessary to band together to defend themselves and their property from the Jayhawkers. By Christmas of 1861 he had ten men under his command, among those was George Todd of Lee’s Summit. 18 year old Cole Younger joined him shortly thereafter along with 19 year old Frank James and his brother Jesse who was 16. These men would become famous in later years.<br />The “Bushwhackers,” who were considered local vigilantes, would ride into fame and go down in the history books under the command of the notorious William Quantrill.<br />Ref: We Rode With Quantrill by Donald R. Hale printed by Blue & Grey Book Shoppe<br /><br /><br />Click here to read more on <a href="http://www.millersparanormalresearch.com/Pages/Quantrill.htm">William Clarke Quantrill</a>.<br /><br />Have A Good Week<br />DanielDaniel Ricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509282048969398226noreply@blogger.com0