Friday, June 18, 2010

Way To Go, Utah!

This morning Utah's firing squad executed Ronnie Lee Gardner.




Gardner had been on Utah's death row for 25 years manipulating the system and trying to escape his fate. He was sentenced to die in 1985 for a botched escape attempt on April 2, 1985, during which Gardner shot and killed Michael Burdell, a defense attorney, and injured court bailiff George "Nick" Kirk. Gardner, in court on charges stemming from the 1984 robbery and shooting death of Melvyn John Otterstrom, used a gun that had been smuggled into the old Salt Lake County Courthouse by his girlfriend.

Melvyn John Otterstrom's and Michael Burdell's family are still suffering because of Gardner's cruelty and viciousness, and George Kirk says he has not been without pain from his wounds in the 25 years since Gardner shot him.


Members of Gardner's family — some of whom left the courtroom in tears at the last hearing to get his sentence changed — are victims as well, and I'm sorry for them, but my greatest sympathy goes out to his victims.

Gardner had no redeeming features. There is no reason he should be alive.

I believe the system worked. Too slowly, but it worked.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Touchdown Jesus



A six-story statue of Jesus Christ near my home town was struck by lightning and burned to the ground a couple of days ago, leaving only a blackened steel skeleton and pieces of foam that were scooped up by curious onlookers on Tuesday.



Already there are numerous theories going around: "The Devil did it." "God was displeased at the image."

Personally, I think Elvis did it!

Regardless....the church is going to spend over $700,000.00 to replace it. I guess it's their business, but I can think of a hell of a lot of places where that money would do more good than in a plastic statue.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

An Amazing Young Lady


March 15) -- The Atlantic Ocean is no match for Katie Spotz.

The 22-year-old woman became the youngest person to make the trip across the Atlantic alone in a rowboat. After 70 days at sea, hundreds of well-wishers welcomed Spotz into the port of Georgetown, Guyana Sunday as she completed her 2,817 mile journey from Dakar, Senegal.

"The hardest part was just the solo part," Spotz told The Associated Press.

For over two months, she rowed alone amid high waves, beating sun, and very little fresh food. But for the Mentor, Ohio native, "endurance challenges" are a way of life. In 2008, Spotz became the first person to swim the entire length of the 325-mile Allegheny River. She has also biked across the country and ran 150 miles across the Mojave and Colorado deserts alone.
Katie Spotz, 22, of Mentor, Ohio, arrives in Georgetown, Guyana, on Sunday. She began her Atlantic crossing on Jan. 3 in Senegal.


Spotz's trans-Atlantic row raised over $70,000 for the Blue Planet Run Foundation, which works to provide safe drinking water around the world.

Her coach, Sam Williams, said Spotz was more interested helping the foundation's cause than she was in breaking records.

"The records are just a bonus for Katie. Rowing the Atlantic and raising funds for clean water are the things she really cares about," Williams told the AP.

But there's a reason so few rowers dare to make the trip across the Atlantic. According to The New York Times, Spotz rowed between 8 and 10 hours a day, and said rough waves made it difficult to sleep. "Sleeping was a real problem," Spotz told The Times. "It took a toll to put out that much physical effort on very little rest."

About a week ago, Spotz had nearly made landfall when she encountered such rough seas that she was forced to row 400 miles to the northeast of her original destination of Cayenne, French Guiana, to Georgetown.

On the second-to-last day of the trip, her GPS tracker caught on fire. At one point, she encountered 20-foot waves. "I was worried the boat might capsize," she said. Spotz ate freeze-dried meals, munched on small plants she grew on board, and, according to the AP, dug into a watermelon as soon as she hit the shore in Guyana.



An absolutely astounding young lady!

Monday, February 15, 2010

George (No Show) Jones



Listening to an old George Jones CD....Often known as "No Show Jones" because of his habit of getting drunk and not showing up for his shows, George has had some tough times in his life. Many, like my own tough times, brought on by himself. Still...even though I am not really a country music fan....in my opinion he is one of the best singers to ever come down the pike.

Below is one of my favorite songs of all time. if any of my friends...and you know who you are.... want a copy of the CD, let me know. I will make you one and send it to you. I will send it to Texas, Utah, PA, VA, or Ohio. Those of you in TX will have to send me your address, of course. I promise to not stalk you. :)

"Imagine a world where no music was playing
And think of a church with nobody praying
Have you ever looked up at a sky with no blue?
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture heaven with no angels singing
Or a quite Sunday morning with no church bells ringing
If you've watched as the heart of a child breaks in two
Then you've seen a picture of me without you."

Saturday, February 6, 2010

I Hate Snow!!

I hope this is the last significant snow we get this year. I hope the next snow falls on a certain horse farm in Texas. (snicker)

Below are a few pictures taken just a few minutes ago from my front door. More snow is expected today. Grrrrrrrrrr





Here are a couple of pictures of our neighbor, Brian, on his snow plow. He keeps it clear for us when the snow gets too deep. He and his son, Ryan, cleared the driveway and even cleaned the snow off the car and truck for us. Great neighbors! Thanks, guys!


Friday, January 29, 2010

The First Annual, Weekly, Bi-Weekly, or Monthly, (Dependent Upon Participant's Interest) Geriatric Poker Game

Today, as you can see below, several of us gathered together our oxygen tanks, inhalers, and nebulizers and met at Pat and Russell's for a poker game.


Next, here are Russell, yours truly, Ellie, and Jackie intent on our cards as Ellie deals. You have to kinda keep your eye on Ellie, as she's somewhat of a hustler, or least she used to be, back in the good old days. (grin)




Scott, as you can see below, is quite interested in what Jackie is doing with her cards. Of course, Scott is quite interested in Jackie regardless of what she's doing.



Looks like Scott is biting his nails, doesn't it? He was the big winner, though. He must have won 5 or 6 dollars. Real high-rollers, aren't we?



I'm trying to convince everyone that I have no idea where that ace came from. They weren't going for it, though.



We had an enjoyable time. We enjoyed each other's fellowship, and had good sandwiches and drinks. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon when the temperature is in the teens.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Urp!!

My life is so freaking boring the past few years that it's difficult for me to find things to write about.

Lately, the only thing noteworthy that has happened to me is the great meal I had last night.

My friends Pat and Russell invited Marsha and me over for steaks.

Russell cooked some rib-eyes on the grill. We are all from the South, except Marsha, but we forgive her, and we like our steaks grilled. As you can see, a little bit of snow is not going to stop us from cooking out.



Years ago, my children used to really love for me to get the trusty old charcoal grill out and cook steaks. I always thought I did a pretty good job on them, but Russell does wonderfully. He's a great cook, as you can see by the picture below:



Next...here are Marsha, Pat, and Russell getting ready to dig in.



Here is Jake, hoping for a share of the bounty. Sorry, Jakie...nothing left. Next time.



Finally....Pat sneaked a picture of yours truly while I was trying to recover from my gastronomical indiscretions.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Wounded Knee and Other Items of Historical Significance.

I posted most of this last year at this time, but because I am too lazy to do anything new right now, I will just make a couple of changes and post it again. :)

Today is December 29. The anniversary of the massacre at Wounded Knee, in which nearly 300 mostly peaceable Sioux were mowed down by trigger happy troopers of the 7th US Cavalry. To me, the phrase "trigger happy" usually equates to being afraid. I'm willing to bet that the troopers of the 7th Cavalry were pretty nervous around the Sioux, who were famous for their bravery and fighting abilities. Below are what I believe to be actual Sioux war party pictures. The pictures were taken by Edward S. Curtis.




The Wounded Knee massacre pretty well closed out the Plains Indian era, I believe. The last of the nomadic tribes were moved onto reservations around this time, and endured a great deal of suffering and mistreatment for a number of years. Below is a picture of the Wounded Knee battlefield immediately after the fight, showing a few of the bodies of the Indians that were shot down mercilessly.


Finally....here is a picture of a Wounded Knee veteran taken in 1964. The guy in the center of the picture was one of the soldiers at Wounded Knee during the massacre. I'm not so sure I would be taking credit for it.


Also, on this date in 1896, six years after the events at Wounded Knee, my maternal grandfather, W.W.Johnston, was born.

As you may be able to tell, Granddad was not always thrilled to have his picture taken. He passed away in 1977, at age 80. My grandfather was in the Army during WW1, according to my memories of what he told me, but did not go overseas.

Coincidentally, on this date in 1976, my son Matthew III was also born. Matthew is married and is an attorney, now, and has just become a father for the first time. Below is a picture of him holding his newborn son, Matthew IV, for the first time last month.



Next is a picture of Matthew III and Matthew IV comparing muscles. I'm not sure which one won. :)

Happy Birthday, Son.



My paternal grandfather, J.H. Steen was born in 1877, 13 years before Wounded Knee. He was in the Army during the Spanish American War, but also, to the best of my knowledge, did not see any action. Below is a picture of my Grandfather Steen, along with my Grandmother and two other persons whose identity I am not sure of. The man may possibly be my late uncle, Fred. No clue about the child, unless it is one of his grandchildren, whom I do not know.



Granddad Steen died in 1968 at the age of 91 or 92.

Last year, I posted that my Grandfather Steen was born in 1870, and died at the age of 98. However, my son did some genealogical work and discovered differently. I trust my son's research better than I do the memories of elderly family members, who did not have the resources available to search public records that we now have, and who have long since passed away themselves.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

A Patriotic Legacy

This is Norman (Just call me Bill) W. Van Ausdal. (1895-1979) He was the father of my friend Nancy Fulker.

He hated the name 'Norman', and according to Nancy, when he was little, he and his sister Elva went to the back yard one day to discuss his name, Norman. He explained to her (I gather he was about 6 then) that he disliked his name and she asked what he would like to be called. He told her "Bill" -- and that was that -- from then on even his Mother and Father called him Bill!

As a young man Norman, anxious to get into WW1 and do his share, joined the Ambulance Corps. Since the United States was officially neutral at the time, that was practically the only way young people could actually serve in the war effort.

Norman passed away in 1975, but he left a written record of his service. I will just let him tell of his wartime experiences in his own words. (I will insert a few pictures that I got from Nancy.)


FIRST WORLD WAR RECORD OF N.W. VAN AUSDAL - NOV. 1916 TO NOV. 1918

A general description ofthe type of war waged from 1913 to November 11, 1918 is first necessary to understand the activities of any soldier engaged. The German Armies were lined up against English and French Armies from Flanders through France to the Swiss border from 1914 to 1918, in trench warfare. Both sides had continuous trenches from one to three miles apart with several back-up trenches backing them up, in case of not being able to hold the front line.

These trenches were always muddy and wet - and due to this condition American troops acquired the name of "DoughBoy."

The Germans had large numbers of submarines, mostly surrounding England, which had
to have heavy imports both of food and munitions to live and fight the war. There was no convoy system as ships were not available to guard convoys as in World War II.
The United States was the principal source for munitions and food.
In 1916, large numbers of ships from the U.S. had been sunk and public opinion was
veering toward the U.S. entering the war against the Kaiser. Opinion on this crystalized in early May, 1917 and the U.S. entered the war on the Allied side.

In November of 1916 the Pure Oil Co. was organized by B----? G. Dawes of Marietta,
Ohio; Charles G. Dawes, a brother and Chicago banker, and Fletcher Heath of Oxford, Ohio. The Pure Oil Co. Organized an Ambulance Drivers Unit of 20 men to send to France as soon as possible.

In addition to the 20 men, 22 Ford Ambulances were to be sent under the auspices of the Red Cross which was considered a non-combatant service as the U.S. was not involved at that time. These American Field Service units attached to the French army, reached a total of about 2000 men before the U.S.entered as a combatant, and about Sept. Of 1918 were all taken over by the U.S. army as combatant units. Enlistment was for six month periods and on expiration of enlistment were discharged, returned to the United States or enlisted in Europe in
any service of their choice. Most returned to the United States to get the necessary training.

Our unit left the States in March of 1917 with 14 men from Marietta, Ohio, College and six from Miami who had been selected by the Dean of the Senior College and Fietcher Heath of the Pure Oil Co., and I was picked as one ofthe six men. We received our diplomas with our 1917 class in June.


On arrival in France we received a training course of about one month. However, by this time it was a certainty that the U.S. would enter the war, and we were assigned to combat duty with the French army driving heavy Pierce Arrow trucks hauling ammunition for the "Chemin des Dames" campaign to break the German trenches in the Soissons area about 70 miles north of Paris. Our duties consisted of convoys of about 10 trucks, all at night and driving without lights. (Below is a picture of The living quarters assigned to Norman and his friends)


Generally speaking, we did not go to the front line trenches, although cross roads were under almost continual shellfire. When the need was urgent we risked the loss of trucks and went as far as we could go, often near the front line, where the ammunition was needed.

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For one such mission, our unit received a French army citation from our area corps commander, General Petain.
In the second world war he became head of the infamous Vichy German collaborator government. Unfortunately, I had been up all night before the ceremony, thereby avoiding being kissed by the most infamous man in history after Hitler.

The famous LaFayette Escadrille was stationed on our front at this time, about a mile from our camp.
During rest periods we spent much time at this camp and of course became aviation addicts. During this period I met many men who subsequently became famous and have photos which I hope can become a part of this record: General Billy Mitchell, now considered the father of American aviation; Norman Hall, who wrote Mutiny on the Bounty with Nordhoff; Raul Lufberry, the leading Ace of the time; Bill Thaw, a cousin of Harry Thaw, who killed Sanford White in a very famous murder trial; Kiffen Rockwell, a brother of Norman Rockwell, and several others, all of wealthy and prominent families. Not to mention Whiskey and Soda, their famous mascots - not so small lion cubs. This unit was broken up and taken into American service.

On December 10, 1917, I arrived back in the U.S. Unfortunately my younger sister died about two months later or I might have joined the British Flying Corps. Knowing she was ill and dying was a restraining reason, so I joined the U.S. flying program early in 1918.

The U.S. air service at that time had no combat planes, and only one training plane,
known as the Curtiss Jenny - which could do only 80 mph without a tail wind - not suitable for combat service. As a matter of fact, the war ended and the U.S. never had a combat plane, and very few of their own aviators, in France - all using French Spaads and British Sopwith Camels .

After some active service in France, this part of my war experience was anti-climax and disappointing. I spent 6 weeks at Ohio State University in Cadet Ground School - which was closed and our class shipped to Austin, Texas after about half had already flunked. I graduated from Austin Ground School after another 6 weeks and was sent to a holding camp at the, Dallas, Texas Fairgrounds. All flying schools were overloaded with men, and there was a wait of two months here. While there I got the job of chauffeur to the Colonel Commandant. Unfortunately, he was in the same hospital in which John Kennedy was pronounced dead at a much later date. Most of that time I spent taking the colonel's wife to visit him each afternoon from two to four.

Finally I was sent to Fort Monroe at point Comfort, Va., where I received my training in flying at Langley Field. This consisted of 8 hours of solo flying to receive a flying commission as second lieutenant. I finished this training in early November of 1918, but the Armistice was signed on November 11, so I never took the commission, or more correctly perhaps they gave out no more commissions as the army was disbanded. In any case I was discharged later in November not long after the end of the war.

After the war, Bill worked as the European Representative for Delco-Frigidaire. He traveled Europe, and a good part of the rest of the world, setting up distributorships for them. Actually, my friend Nancy was born in Australia while he was working there. She had a difficult time proving her American citizenship.

When he returned to the United States and went to work for Hobart Co., he was always called "Van" (or the men called him The Green Hornet because of the color of the truck he drove to work sites.)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

See If You Can Guess What This Is.

Answer below...






Well...if you didn't already know...this is India....you know...the place you call when you have technical problems with your computer.