Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Worthless Money frightening prospect


Unfortunately this picture is real. This morning Lord Kadizzle faces the frightening prospect of going back to work. The false economics of the Bush years has resulted in a decline of 18% of our assets. Couple this with inflation that is rapidly accelerating, a dollar that has been devalued, and you can easily make a case for a decline in dollar value above twenty percent. Bush's tax policy of breaks for the rich is nothing but a Ponzi scheme. These things always collapse. The game that was played in the housing market is exactly the game the Bush administration has played. Real wages have actually declined. Read the whole thing in NYT. As I write this CNN is reporting that the politicians think the whole thing can be solved by what caused it in the first place. Tax cuts don't work, but they have such a nice ring. No one has the guts to tell Americans you have to pay for things when you purchase them, not put the bill on the next generation. We have become a nation of spoiled brats that don't want to be denied anything.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Interesting Statistics About Bush's failures

To see what the public thinks of "W" check out the polls. The man is close to the record for hitting the bottom. Read the full report and see how my hero compares to the other losers. Only Truman beat him for lack of public approval 56 years ago. If the poll was taken right now, I am sure Bush would be the all time loser. The stock market has is down 250 points as I type. 79% of Americans think the country is headed in the wrong direction. Can anyone say tax cuts for the rich? Yup, Rudy and Mitt are still all for it. Love ya man.

Hat Lady Comes to Hazen

Audrey is Quite an actor. Watching her change hats is like watching a play.

Chapter Four, Rockets, Bombs, ect in Woodsdale


As Woodsdale warriors we were naturally interested in making various home made fireworks, bombs, missiles, or what ever. There were a variety of chemicals to work with. In those days all kids had chemistry sets. There was not enough in the kit to make anything good, but it had some of the basics you needed. Someone figured out how to make gun powder by getting saltpeter from the drugs store. I don’t recall the gun powder we made ever being very good quality, but it would fizzle nicely. Once some kid came down the ally with some real gunpowder used for reloading shot gun shells. We induced him to give us about a cup of gun powder. I put it on a small rock and bent over close to light it. I thought it would just fizzle. It went off in a terrific flash and blinded me for about five minutes. For awhile I thought my life would be replete with a white cane. This was probably a blessing, or we would have killed ourselves early on. In our garage there was carbide. This was the kind of carbide miners used in their lamps in the old days to produce acetylene. Acetylene as I found out latter in life can be a very dangerous gas. It was another stroke of luck we never figured out how to use it effectively. However, I do remember once putting my cousin on a wash basin which was placed over a ground hog hole. Under the basin was some carbide. When moisture hit the carbide it gave off acetylene gas. The idea was to blow up the groundhog. Luckily we failed to light the gas, or more than likely my cousin would have metal in his posterior to this day.

Our version of NASA was NASAA ( It stands for Not As Smart As Average ), also built rockets. Our favorite was the rocket made from empty CO2 cylinders. These small cylinders were filled with match heads procured from political campaign offices. Each match head had to be carefully forced through the mouth of the cylinder. It was crucial that you use safety matches. Should the match light as it went into the cylinder it would set the rest off already in the cylinder and shoot a very serious rocket flame in your face. The simple minded kid up the street reported this to the NASAA safety office after he burnt his face severely.

Once these rockets were complete they were launched from a piece of conduit. Normally this conduit was crimped on one end and placed in the ground. The rocket launcher was aimed at the school from a distance of about four or five hundred yards. These rockets had a great deal of power from the compressed gas that shot out the back. Lord Kadizzle almost met his demise when there was a launch failure. The rockets were set off with a wire fuse that had a steel core. Normally the core burnt up, the rocket dropped to the bottom of the conduit, and all went well. However, on one occasion the wire jammed the rocket in the conduit. Lord Kadizzle was standing about five feet away when the rocket, and the tube exploded. Shrapnel went everywhere, and there were pieces embedded in the tree that were within inches of his lordships skull.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Ned and B. Bumble Bee


The two budding fashion designers living the good life in New York City. The press release for the fall collection will soon be out. The big sister has been helping with the PR.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Its about time someone was honest

Below is a video clip a Kadizzled follower put Lord Kadizzle onto. Lord Kadizzle is a rabid Christopher Hitchens fan because Hitchens has the courage to say publicly what so many cowardly people will not. Hitchens feels God is not the solution, but the problem. One thing Hitchens talks about in the interview is the indoctrination of children. This is criminal. Adults should be honest with children about what is known, and what is not known, it is crucial in learning to think. If the same amount of time were spent teaching children science and math, that is put into teaching them superstition, the world would be a better place. Sometimes the question is put to me or I am accused of being an atheist. My reply is usually "I am agnostic". I don't know if there is something more than the obvious. I am adult enough to admit it.

Interview with Christopher Hitchens, by Sally Quinn

Chapter Three Gang Warfare in Woodsdale


Gang warfare was an important part of Woodsdale culture. What always comes to mind first is the “Mary Wheat Gang”. Mary Wheat must have been a bit of a Tom boy, and she lived right next to my cousin’s house. She had a couple boys in her gang. If memory serves me correctly Mike Gaydosh, and the kid on the other side of my cousin’s house were her main henchmen. Somehow I remember a lot of the battles with the Mary Wheat gang involved a bizarre three wheeled bike. The bike was like a giant version of a child’s little toy tricycle. I am not sure who the bike belonged to, but there were always accusations about the bike being stolen by one gang or another.

Gang warfare usually involved throwing snowballs, and sometimes mud balls. I don’t know what the Wheat gang called our group. Our gang operated out several hiding places. As kids we discovered that there was always a secret little door that let you get under the enclosed porches of the old Victorian style homes. If you were lucky the door was hidden buy bushes. A real bonus was the fact that often the back porch also had the same set up. Under these porches we had everything a gang needed. Cigarettes, cigars, and Playboy magazines. Most of the supplies were stolen either from parents or the little drug store down the street. It was a miracle none of us died of lung cancer by the age of eleven. Lord Kadizzle never got addicted to nicotine, but by highschool Steven Leibold was hooked. Lord Kadizzle can remember Steve out on his attic roof at night enjoying a weed. The little red glow of the cigarette could be seen from our house across the street.

Lord Kadizzle clearly remembers one frightful day when we were all under the back porch smoking Winston cigarettes. We heard the door open and it sounded like my father had stepped out onto the porch. In a loud voice my father said to himself “ It smells like smoke is coming out from under this porch, I’ll have to go down there some time and see where it is coming from”. It appeared a raid was inevitable. All the cigarettes were placed in a large seven up bottle and secretly buried beside the house. As luck would have it the next day someone put my little sister Patty out in the yard to play in the dirt, right where the bottle was buried. Of course with a little digging it was not long before she found it, and ran into the house with her treasure.

As we got older and ventured into other neighborhoods, we began to see they also had gangs. Lord Kadizzle was very impressed when he saw the weapons of mass destruction the gangs on Washington Ave. had. They fought battles across Wheeling creek, which would be considered a river here in North Dakota. The weapon of choice was a giant sling shot. The sling shot was made from a small tree and stood about five feet tall. Between the forks of the tree a bicycle inner tube was tied. This device could hurl rocks about the size of a baseball across the creek. Why no one was ever hit and killed is still something I wonder about. A whole chapter could be written about bombs, and other devices we fabricated as our skills grew, perhaps that will be the next chapter.

Kadizzled endorses John Edwards


Sleeping in my chair in front of the television Lord Kadizzle awoke to the voice of John Edwards giving a speech on CNN. John Edward tells it like it is, he is willing to take on the drug companies and the lobbyist head on. He is willing to call a spade a spade. Americans never go for the best candidate, it is always the one that is too close to the center to do any good. What sold me on John Edwards was his reference to Warren Buffets article about taxes, I use the same reference all the time. Buffet admits publicly he pays a smaller percentage of tax than his receptionist, and says the same is true for the rest of the richest four hundred people in this country.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Wave and Coyote Buttes North

The Commander loves this place

The Old Neighborhood Chapter Two DOGS

In the old days back in my neighborhood of Woodsdale, all professions, were much more professional. The Doctors really cared, the lawyers were honest and respectable, and even the dogs were professional. The dogs were much more human then. Our dog Skippy was a prime example. In those days you did not train a dog to do anything. The dog decided what its job was and did it. Skippy was the neighborhood policeman. Skippy protected all the children in the neighborhood. If a tuff kid from outside our area tried to assault or threaten any neighborhood kid, Skippy quickly made it known that it wasn't going to happen. One of the best things about Skippy was you never had to feed him. He had a route, after dinner he went from door to door, and everyone saved left overs for him. Often Skippy went to Smoot's to watch TV and relax after a hard day. I always thought it was interesting to go across the street and see our dog resting in an over stuffed chair watching television. At our own home Skippy would spend a little time on each bed checking on each of us nine children. After Skippy was sure everyone was asleep and accounted for he would settle in my parents room. Skippy knew the sound of each family member coming up the steps to the second floor. If anyone came up those steps at night that did not belong all hell broke loose.

My Grandfathers dog, who I think was named Jeff, took on a different job. He must have been named after Thomas Jefferson. Jeff was the dog that accompanied the mailman for years. The Wheeling paper did more than one story on Jeff. Jeff met the bus everyday that brought Wilbur from town. Wilbur and Jeff walked together all day delivering the mail. Jeff left Wilbur at the bus and went home to my Grandfathers house which was close to ours. I don't know for sure, but I imagine Jeff had a glass of Bourbon at the end of the day with my grandfather. In the old days dogs were never a problem. The dogs roamed freely and know one cared. Unfortunately dogs have lost a lot of their humanity in recent times, but I fondly remember when dogs were more noble.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Win if you can, Lose if you must, but always cheat.


Last night I had dinner with a good Republican friend, and we were talking about the crooked elections our phone company has held. He summed up the whole philosophy of the local phone company, "Win if you can, Lose if you must, but always cheat". The quote fit perfectly because I had just told him how they could have won the election even if they did not cheat, but given the choice, they prefer cheating.

The Old Neighborhood Chapter One

My sister is doing a project on our old neighborhood, and asked me to write down some memories. So here I go. I remember an old fashioned neighborhood that had a milkman, Mr. Bell, a baker Mr. Blum, and a mailman Wilbert. Wilbert came up on the porch everyday with the mail, and loved to kid my sisters about letters from their boyfriends. My grandfathers dog may the newspaper several times because everyday he went to the bus and met Wilbert and walked the entire route with him. According to legend my sister would walk with Wilbert and get cookies sometimes. I forgot Vicient, he was the fruit and vegetable man. As a child I learned the art of bumming from the vendors that came to the door. Mr. Bell would give you gum, some ice, and on a good day even free orange drink. Mr. Blum could be good for a couple of cookies and sometimes a doughnut. You might get some cherries from Vicent.

As Quinn kids we caught the tail end of an era. There were neighborhood bars, grocery stores, and it was a whole different time on the planet. People were trying to put World War Two behind them, but attics had old guns, bayonets and other war toys for us to play with. Our house was surrounded by doctors, and some of them saw the worst of the war, I don’t think they totally ever got over it.

Our neighborhood was a wonderful old fashioned place where people had big porches on the front of the house, we had one of the best with a swing. Our porch sat high on the corner lot where we lived and it was like a command center for the world. In those days you could walk up and down the street and talk to people like old Mr. Smoot. Mr. Smoot was the old retired railroad guy that sat on his porch and held court for the kids. Mr. Smoot taught us rhymes I still remember. Mr. Smoot told us how the railroad bums used to drink “Open Switch”. According to Mr. Smoot “Open Switch was buttermilk and gasoline. It would certainly open your switch. Stay tuned for tomorrows installment of “The Old Neighborhood.”

Thursday, January 10, 2008

My Mind Keeps Going Back

About a week ago I cited an article in The New York Times. The article went into the implications of consumption. The fact that sticks in my mind is that I am consuming 32 times more of the worlds resources than a person in India, or perhaps China. This makes me feel a bit piggish, but then I think about the truly greedy, and really un-needy. If you know me you know I am a liberal left wing, socialist god only knows what. I think about the CEO's making 350 times what an ordinary person makes. Potentially this means the CEO could be consuming, 350 multiplied by 32. This means in theory the CEO gets to consume 11,200 times more than the person in India, or just 350 times what I consume. The ethical and moral question this brings up is why, or is it right. Some people will go to great lengths to spin this into being just fine. Most will say people need incentives to do good things. It just strikes me as crazy to say that in order to get someone to run the Coca Cola company and make Diet Coke for the world you have to give the man 11,200 times more than someone else in the world. Hell, I would do it for five hundred times what a person in India consumes. The absolutely most remarkable thing about this greed gone wild is our president who says we need tax breaks for the guy consuming many times his share of the world resources. My final bitch is the role Christianity plays in this, no Church or preacher ever stands up again this greed. It is what God intended.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

The Rat ate the Pizza, or Late night thievery


As the commander just said " You just could not leave that last piece of pizza alone". Well the rat fell for the bait and ate the last piece. At 2:15 A.M. the acid stomach explosion hit, and Lord Kadizzle had fire belly. After several drinks of water that did not quench the fire Lord Kadizzled decided to get up an watch TV since he could not sleep. The thieves crawl out from under the rocks on late night TV. You have the crooked preachers begging for money, the get rich quick guys, the medical mirical guys, and my favorite the male enhancement bunch. These people must know you are sleepy or stupid if you are up at that hour watching television. I now realize it is so easy to become a millionaire, I don't know why more people don't spend the nineteen nintey five and just get it over. If you would just get up and go to the county court house you could buy a new home for only $591, but most people don't know this because they are asleep. Now, if you are two lazy to buy houses and resell them for a fortune then you can get the PPP. What is the PPP? It is the prosperity prayer plan, but you must send money NOW the black preacher screamed. God must have payments due if he needs the money now. Well I bought the male enhancement stuff and took it. The guy kept saying it will enlarge "a certain part of the male body". It wasn't what I thought, according to The Commander my gut is bigger than ever. Now, I have to stay up tonight and buy one of those magic excise machines that you just plug in and shock the fat off your body. This rat has learned a lesson about cheap store bought pizza.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Lord Kadizzle is taking flying lessons



In order to seek revenge on Bin Laden, Lord Kadizzle plans to learn to fly and crash a plane into Osama's Cave. Unfortunately the crash was a little premature.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Reel Geezers-Superbad

Watch these two. It will be Cissie and I in a couple years. They are doing a movie review.

Global warming makes perfect end to Hunting Season

As usual we have been hunting like we are crazy. The warm weather has made the last week very nice. Yesterday we finished the season with the mother off all hunts. Dave Stephens, Cissie and I went to the Scranton area. The pheasant pollution had to be seen to be believed. We got into legendary bunches of birds. In one field they were flying like locust. The weather was perfect. On the way home we decided to drive the back roads. There were so many roosters in every field that we all just said "Oh my God" in unison every time we passed them. Cissie was like a hunting dog out of control. We were short one bird, and Dave would not let her get out and plug the fellow. Unless there is a weather disaster there will be so many pheasants next year that hunters will be required to wear helmets to protect themselves.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

You will hear this.

The Republicans may have started too soon with the smear tactics. Obama is a Muslim, is the rumor they are now spreading. Among the simple minded it works perfectly. Remember in the last election when the Bush people did a push poll against McCain? They had people in the Carolina's calling people claiming they were doing a political poll. The fake pollsters would ask "Would you be more or less likely to vote for McCain if you knew he fathered a black child?". This was a new low in politics and the Bush gang was behind it. So now we are going to try the "Obama is a Muslim" routine. An honorable person on either side of the fence would make a public statement denouncing this. Of course Bush never denounced the McCain trick

Friday, January 04, 2008

Good Morning, Rent a Womb now open

Some good stuff in the NYT today. Good editorial about election. Interesting article about women in India renting their wombs to Americans. What a great concept, send the sperm to India, and get a baby back. Just like dropping off film. With the Bush economy this will sure help working moms. You can drive your truck uninhibited while a woman in India plants rice with your baby her burden. This is Bush economics at its best, and shows how technology can export any problem to the third world.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

An Absolute Must Read


The Economic Consequences of Mr. Bush is a Vanity Fair article every American should read. Written by a Nobel Prize winning economist,Joseph E. Stiglitz, it details the disaster Bush has created.

Winter at the Indian Village


Every time Lord Kadizzle sees a picture of the earth lodge at The Knife River Indian Village he is reminded that The Commander helped build it one summer. What a squaw The Commander is. The people who lived in these lodges had to be tuff.

Kadizzled Book Review


So many teachers would be proud of Lord Kadizzle. During the last three months, his lordship has managed to read a book a month. THUNDERSTRUCK by Erik Larson is the latest accomplishment. It is by the same author that wrote THE DEVIL IN THE WHITE CITY. Both books are written in the same way. Two stories are intertwined. In this case the invention of the radio, involving Marconi and the love life of Dr. Crippen. The story is a historical novel. If anything can keep Lord Kadizzle's attention, you know it has to be well written.

Two Buck Huck A Must Read


Don't miss this one. Two Buck Huck tells how Huckabee cooks squirrils in a pop corn popper. This is one of the funner, and better editiorial I have read in a while. Two Buck Huck

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

I am hateful

I have been perplexed by people who call me hateful. In discussions with people where we have different points of view, I have almost always found that when the person cannot defend their point of view, they resort to calling me hateful. Put another way, confronting illogic, with logic is hateful. Some of these people often have the audacity to say, "I know your wrong, but I don't have time to prove it". One of the best cases of this are the people who call me a Bush hater. These people never provide any information that supports their point of view. In fact when I send them documentation that supports my point of view, they refuse to read it. From the standpoint of these people the scientist that claimed the Earth was not the center of the universe, were "hateful". The point of the video below is along these lines. I have had the same experience the man in the video reports. The loving religious people cannot wait to tell me I am going to hell, because I had the audacity to question their beliefs. So I must tell anyone, and everyone, that if you question anything I expound I will consider you hateful, and if you provide proof I am wrong, I will consider you exceptionally vile. This whole train of thought came from my pondering a New Years Resolution. Someone suggest that I quit being hateful with people that I disagreed with. In code this seemed to mean that I should just be polite when someone is promoting "Intelligent Design", or introducing religion into the school system. Of course these people are not being hateful when they expound ideas I don't agree with.

Interesting

Why is the number 32 so important?

Reality is a nasty thing, but generally it works. The simple reality is that the world cannot sustain our life style. It can come no where near doing it. The New York Times has a very good article explaining why. Read it, New York Times

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Black Light Bowling a Success



Lord Kadizzle has not bowled in about thirty five years. Stepping into the bowling culture was strange enough, but doing it under the glow of black lights made it even more surreal. The women in our group did a great job picking our outfits at the thrift store. Unfortunately at this point no pictures have emerged. Short skirts or tight pants seemed to be the weapon of choice mixed with fish net stockings. The Commander picked out a tent sized bowling shirt for Lord Kadizzle. As the night ended a young boy was so fascinated with The Commanders gold silkys jacket that he asked if he could touch it. Two compatriots kept givning Lord Kadizzle advice. He could not figure out why, their score was worse than his. Bowling is another game from God designed to frustrate humans with simple tasks.

Monday, December 31, 2007

Visiting the Looni Bin

Every State has a town that houses the Looni Bin. In North Dakota the bin is in Jamestown, so the code word is "Going to Jamestown". Well that is where we sit, visting friends and enjoying fine food and whine. Tonight we are scheduled to do black light bowling. It will be a first for Lord Kadizzle. Sometime today we have to go to the thrift store and get our outfits.
Be Sure to read Tom Krugman in NYT today

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Free Rice?


Over the holidays a good friend told Lord Kadizzle about a site called Free Rice. On the site you take a vocablulary test. For every try you make free rice is donated to poor people in third world countries. People who like scrabble and other word smiths will enjoy putting themselves to the test. The site is sponsored by The United Nations.

Mission Accomplished, P Day a failure?


Today, Lord Kadizzle knows just how Bush must have felt when he was forced to invade the wrong country. We were denied access to the land, where the pheasants were holed up. Just like Bush has not been able to go into Pakistan to get Osama, we were denied entrance to the hideout. So we did what Bush did, attacked the wrong country. Of course our results were just like Bush's, no pheasants. Lord Kadizzle wanted to stand in the back of the pickup truck and give a victory speech just like Bush did on the air craft carrier, but he resisted the temptation.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

P Day



A major offensive is planned today against the cacklers (pheasants). Just as Al Quida, has taken refuge in Pakistan, the pheasants have a massive sanctuary south of town. If the farmer will let our troops onto the property we may be able to launch a major winter offensive. We know they are there in great numbers. As the plan now stands we will be using our best intelligence technology. (two dogs, with super noses). Osama Ben Pheasant can hide his troops as if they have vanished in thin air. Our plan will be committed to paper, and we will use the pincer movement perfected by the Germans. The slightest failure to execute this procedure could result in leakage of enemy troops into the adjoining fields covered with grass. Like Bush we are not committing enough troops and resources to get the job done correctly. If insurgents come in from adjoining fields, we will welcome the chance to make martyrs out of them. As has been mentioned before, these devious fundamentalist have defeated our advanced technology before by making us waste countless resources. If we can drive the Chinese Ringneck Pheasant from our country, the native population of grouse can life their traditional live of peace. Although we have walked every field in the county and found nothing our intelligence indicates the ringnecks have weapons of mass destruction.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Stratford Springs by Kate Quinn


This article is written by my sister Kate, and goes with the post below. This resort at one time existed close to the home I grew up in. This is the spring that cured our family of chohexia in the blog post that follows this one.

STRATFORD SPRINGS


My interest in the Stratford Hotel began as a young girl. It was there I played hooky from piano lessons, picked wildflowers and earned my Girl Scout trailblazing badge.
One day I found silverware and shards of plates that said “Stratford Springs Hotel” on them. I have since discovered that the china used at the hotel was made by Homer Laughlin China, but their records were lost in a fire so they were unable to tell me anything about the china. But I never lost my interest in the hotel, whose grandeur and mystery has intrigued me to this day.

The hotel was built in 1903 on what is now Edgewood Street in Woodsdale. The former owner of the land was aware of the many springs on the property and had sold the waters that he bottled himself. At that time, going to “take the waters” was a very sociable thing for society to do and many resorts had grown up around mineral springs. This is how Saratoga Springs in New York State got its start and later Greenbrier in the Southern part of West Virginia. The Greenbrier was not yet a year-round resort and difficult to get to and Saratoga was not centrally located enough, so the Stratford became a real drawing card for society to gather and imbibe in the brisk, sparkling, and acidulous waters from the springs.

West Virginia has a large percentage of the 250 mineral springs found in the United States and reputed to have medicinal properties. Among other ailments they propose to cure anemia, chlorosis, dyspepsia, chronic cachexiae, gout, diabetes, leucorrhoea, and chronic diarrhea. They increase the appetite, improve digestion, give increased cardiac action, and improve the quality of the blood, particularly in anemic individuals. It is also claimed that they prevent kidney and gall stones, help a sluggish liver, and cure hemorrhoids, rheumatism, and syphilis, but their most important curative power was in their ability to regulate moods. In this they were the equal of the best of European springs at Vichy (France) and Seltzer (Germany).

None of the many springs at Stratford were thermal springs. They maintained a constant temperature of 55 degree Fahrenheit year round, so to get their benefit one had to drink this bubbly concoction daily. The springs were naturally carbonated, so this was the “soda water” of the day.

When completed in 1907, the hotel was a block long and three stories high with 84 rooms, a spacious lobby, two dining rooms, several sweeping verandas, three sun parlors, a tennis court, pool, and a billiard parlor. Modern conveniences included a telepho9ne in each room and a power plant for electricity generation on the site.

The dining room seated 300 and the meals were elegant. A six-course meal costs $0.75 and the Assembly hall served for conferences and conventions and was used as a ballroom.

The sitting room or sun parlor was a particular favorite of patrons. The hotel described it as follows:

“Sitting in the beautiful Sun Parlor, one is struck by the color of the windows as the shadows of twilight begin to fall. Whether it be a reflection of the surrounding hills, or just some unexplained phenomenon for the contemplation of science, the windows take on a deep blue tinge, and fill the room with a soft and soothing radiance, like the light of dreamland.”

The Stratford Hotel was the site of dancing lessons, bridge clubs, luncheons, dinners, and numerous other social occasions. There was even a luncheon for the WVU football team. But it was most famous for its masked balls usually held twice a year at Easter and Christmas. Young society women acted as the hostesses at these “living kaleidoscopes” and the ball began with a procession at 9pm when the charge d’affairs ushered the patronesses into the dining room followed by the guests. The ballroom glittered with magnificent decorations appropriate to the season and only the best orchestras were contracted.

The local gentry soon decided tat living at the hotel during the winter was cheaper and easier than keeping a staff and heating their mansions. The rates were $12.50 to $15 per week for a suite or $3 per day. Meals were served and many of the occupants brought their own furnishings from home.

The Wheeling Intelligencer, “The Stratford was beautifully located near the foot of Woodlawn hill and nestled in a perfect bower of trees and shrubbery that made it a beautifully cool and sequestered spot during the sultry days of midsummer. The hotel was abundantly supplied with sweeping verandahs its whole length and sides, together with roomy sun-parlors admirably adapted for living room purposes during the winter months.” Since so many out-of-towners stayed at the hotel, this was also an ideal place for society debs to meet future mates.

In the early hours of the morning on January 13th, 1918a spark from a gasoline engine in the ice department set waste nearby on fire and spread to ammonia tanks causing them to explode. The fire quickly spread to a nearby linen storage room and was soon out of control.

The wind was blowing strongly from the West and since the fire started in the northeast corner of the hotel, the flames had to struggle against the brisk wind, which prevented the conflagration from moving more quickly against the all-wooden structure. Fire departments from Woodsdale, Edgewood, and Wheeling responded with pumper trucks, but as the night was so cold, the water soon froze over the structure making a “toboggan slide of the front porch” which enabled the firefighters to slide grand pianos, safes, ornate mirrors, velvet couches, precious rugs, and patrons down the slippery slope.

The residents of Woodsdale took the bedraggled guest, most in their nightclothes and bare feet into their homes and provided warm drinks for the firefighters. The flames were bright enough to be seen in downtown Wheeling that night, but no lives were lost. The next morning’s paper reported the locations of all of the guests most of whom had moved to other hotels in the city.

The building was underinsured and was a total loss. It was never re-built because of increased building costs. The total loss in property, furnishings, and personal property of the guests was estimated at $150,000. There were 125 guests at the time of the fire.

The Stratford Springs Hotel, the grand dame of the turn of the century resorts, was sorely missed by the social set of Wheeling. Its history as a “pillar of beauty” should be remembered.

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Family Saved from chronic cachexiae


This morning I read an article from sister Kate, who often writes historical articles for the local historical press in my home town of Wheeling, West Virginia. Her article dealt with a famous resort that once existed within blocks of our house. The resort was based on a spring that had curative effects. As a child I remember drinking from what was left of that spring. I am sure most of my family also drank from the spring. Kate noted in the article that the spring was known to cure chronic cachexiae. Reading the article, I wondered "What in the hell is chronic cachexiae?". It turns out chronic cachexiae causes people to waste away and become anemic. If you saw my entire family side by side you would know we were all cured by the spring. I often wondered why we all had no problem putting on weight and keeping it on. Now, I have found that we were all cured accidentally of chronic cachexiae. This may prove to be one of those rare diseases that the cure is worse than the disease. Like most of my family I have been fighting the cure for years. Unfortunately the cure for the cure involves excercise, and a diet consisting of empty bowls and water.

War on Terrorist Likely to Continue in Hazen


Although a lot of people do not see the threat from the Chinese invaders in our area, Lord Kadizzle, and The Commander take the threat seriously. These Chinese work under cover throughout the county, under the cover of brush, CPR, and often corn or sunflowers. They are a sneaky bunch. Even though the males wear the bright red suits of Chairman Mao, you can often drive right by them while they eat the agricultural products of our farmers. While we have high tech weapons like radios, and semi-automatic shotguns, these guys with brains smaller than golf balls can run us in circles and force us to wear ourselves out in hopeless pursuit. Just as their brethren escape into Pakistan, these deviant purveyors of forien ideology often run or fly onto posted land. Although the farmers who post the land claim they are friendly to our cause they are harboring the red Chinese. Remember these are the same Chinese that are filling Wal Marts with cheap goods and putting American workers in danger. God set aside America for Americans. Pheasants are Chinese, grouse are American, Turkeys are American, and by God Lord Kadizzle is an American. Just like the minute men on the Mexican Border who sacrifice their time to protect us from Mexicans, Lord Kadizzle and The Commander are our almost every day beating back the Chinese invasion. Today may involve maneuvers South of Hazen to keep these invaders at bay.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Amazing Grace



Sister Suzie decided to label her brother for Christmas. This should eliminate some confusion

Monday, December 24, 2007

The Mother of all Jukeboxes


For the last two days Lord Kadizzle has been working on the royal music collection, which now numbers over forty thousand songs. Modern technology means all this music can be stored on a hard drive. To play all the music would take over two or three months. In the course of loading the Ipod many new songs have been found. The entire collection might weigh a mere two pounds. Contrast this to Duke's collection. Duke is the development director for Hazen. Duke collects music the old fashioned way. In his basement there are probably close to ten tons of records. This may seem unbelievable, but Lord Kadizzled hauled about a ton and a half to the basement himself. Duke asked for help moving a collection form Bismarck. It took two and a half pickup loads. This was just a small portion of what he has. Duke has no clue what is in his collection. If his house ever catches on fire, it will be the biggest toxic incident in Mercer county, and take days to put out.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

West Virginia Road Trip

Back in the old days

Saturday, December 22, 2007

When God Made Me

Maybe God does not discriminate



WHEN GOD MADE ME

Was he thinking about my country,
or the colour of my skin?
Was he thinking about my religion,
and the way I worshipped him?
Did he create just me in his image,
or every living thing?

When God made me.
When God made me.

Was he planning only for believers,
or for those who just had faith?
Did he envision all wars
that were fought in his name?
Did he say there was only one way
to be close to him?

When God made me.
When God made me.

Did he give me the gift of love
to say who I could choose?

When God made me.
When God made me.
When God made me.

Did he give me the gift of voice
so some could silence me?
Did he give me the gift of vision
not knowing what I might see?
Did he give me the gift of compassion
to help my fellow man?

When God made me.

Wall Street gives itself 32 Billion in Bonus while middle class goes nowhere

One of the biggest problems our country faces is the fact that since 1979 the income of the top 1% of the population has had a 228% increase in income. This means that essentially the middle class has gone no where. My good conservative friends tell me this is only true if you trust sources like the New York Times which today had a good article on the subject. Ironically you can find the same facts in more conservative journals like Forbes.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Keith Olbermann's Special Comment 12/6/07

If you believe in George Bush, you do not have the guts to watch this. If you do, tell me where it is wrong to win a prize.

KEITH OLBERMANN SPECIAL COMMENT ON WATERBOARDING NOV 5, 2007

You need to watch this is you have an once of doubt about what water boarding is. I love Oberman, he tells it like it is.

Ray Stops by with Assistant


Ray stopped by on this snowy morning with his assistant Janey. Many people think Ben Franklin was a genius of sorts, but if you have done your homework you would know that a mouse lived in Ben Franklin's whig, and hat. The mouse actually was the genius and whispered ideas in Ben's ear. Lord Kadizzle suspects the same is true for Ray, Janey is the knowledgeable one. Think about it, Ray does all the work, and Janey live the life of ease. Now tell me who is the smartest?

Bill Maher on 'Elite,' Pat Robertson U., and the Bush Admin.

Stumbled across this, you have to watch it. I hate Pat Robertson, he is the biggest fraud not in jail. Bill Maher cuts Bush to shreds, it is funny, watch it.

Worn our from Pheasant Hunting

Yesterday neighbor Bob took off the afternoon from work and went on the great hunt with us. The Kadizzles had been drooling about trying to get permission to go into a honey patch of birds. The owner at the Buffalo Ranch was gracious and let us hunt his CRP. It was loaded with birds, and three idiots. Through confusion and poor hunting we managed only to get four birds when we should have had nine. As usual the birds out smarted us. We failed to execute the German pincer movement correctly. It is hard to do with just three people. With no one posting, the birds just poured out the end. Today will be a day of rest. Tomorrow we may make another assault in Saturday morning.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Angels Landing


While the commander sleeps Lord Kadizzle got caught up in surfing youtube. He came across some videos of one of our favorite hikes. Megan and Erin will appreciate the footage. It is probably the best hike you can take in two hours. The last part where you go out to the pinnacle is the most treacherous. I am always surprised they even let the public do it. While watching the videos, I came across one that was made last year when The Commander and Lord Kadizzle made the hike. It was amazing that these people were pushing this guy up the mountain in a wheelchair. You could never appreciate what these people did unless you have made the hike. I could not believe they were actually running up hill pushing him, and pulling him. If you decide to watch the videos, go to the bottom one first, and work your way to the top. We had a lot of fun kidding Erin when we went up because she was not quite up to the final assault. In our family you have to earn your Angels landing pin. I don't recall if Erin ever earned the pin. Don't miss this hike if you ever get the chance. We have done it three or four times, and it is well worth it.

Climbing Angels Landing

Using the Chain to get to the top

Angels Landing - the bridge

In this spot the trail is about four feet wide, with a fall of over a thousand feet on each side

2007 Zion Angels Landing National Park

Nice Pictures, but I am not sure these people went to the top

Zion NP Angels Landing

Cissie and I were on the trail the day they took this person up in a wheel chair

Maybe There is Hope

A couple of our married friends came over the other night to have a glass of wine. Both will soon be retired. The topic of health care came up. Most people don't take the health care crises in this country seriously when they are working, and daddy company pays the bills, but when the insurance is turned over to the retired employee reality hits. The big surge is starting with the baby boomers and reality is going to strike. Just scratching the surface of the mess we have in the United States you can see how the whole system has been rigged in favor of the special interest. What the drug companies alone have done with the help of the Republicans is one of the most blatant ripoffs imaginable. The New York Times has a good editorial today on the subject. The one figure that keeps sticking in my mind is the fact that as a country we are ranked number thirteen in the industrialized world, while we pay at least twice as much for health care as the twelve countries that are ahead of us.

The Family That Bloggs Together

The disease is spreading. Erin from deep in the Colorado mountians has started a blog, The-Not-So-Idiot Sevant. Megan realized she did not want to be last so now you can read her stuff on The World According to Pook. Megan has a good story about how her mom and the neighbor tricked her into picking out her own Christmas present.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Christmas for Hungry Man, and maybe Hungry Woman


About four years ago we stumbled across a good hunting spot. A peculiar elder couple lives on a farm far south of Hazen. They seem to be the poorest people I have found in the whole county. I would guess they are in their late eighties, yet they still work hard and raise a few cattle. There home looks like something out of a fairy tale. It is a small two room shack, heated by coal. There is no door knob, just a piece of string through the hole where the knob should be. You could easily assume the whole place was abandoned. The first time I met hungry man I asked if we could hunt, graciously he gave us permission. I asked him if he would like to have some pheasants if we got any. When we dropped off the birds later in the day I could see they were very happy to get the meat. Ever since then I have always left them pheasants when I hunt there or I am in the area. They are very reclusive, and often will not answer the door. In order to leave the birds for them so the cats don't get them I have to hang the birds from the little porch in front of the house by bailer twine. Today I was lucky to see Mr. Hungry out in the farm yard when we got near. I was able to give him four pair of socks we carry to give farmers that let us hunt and four pheasants. I could tell he was pleased and it was the best Christmas present I have been able to give in a long time. There must be a good story about this couple that have stayed together alone in the middle of no where for years. Every time I see them I wonder, how did this couple come to be. When I drove up he was tattered and torn doing something with his fence. To keep himself warm he had bailer twine wrapped around his middle to keep his coat tight. Many times we see the two together out in the field moving bales with the old pickup truck. Was there a time when this was a handsome young man, and she was his dream? Did they ever know they would spend the end of their days by themselves alone miles from anyone, working day by day, side by side? Everyone has their own definition of contentment, and happyness, perhaps these people are richer than any of us because they have learned to be happy with what they have.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The Wave and Coyote Buttes North

We were here last year, hope to go back this year. Some of the most amazing rock formations you will ever find

Such Vision without Lenses


This was our little artist many years ago with her professor glasses on.

Meat on the Table


The Commander and Lord Kadizzle had a wonderful hunt today. Until the Commander shoots her first bird she can be a little grumpy. The weather was perfect, and we got our limit of birds. The Commander ran across a dead coyote caught in a snare. I told the farmer who was letting us hunt. I was surprised how upset and excited he got. He jumped in his truck and said he had to check it out. The Commander talked to him for a moment, and his demeanor changed. When she came back to our truck she said he had misunderstood and though it was a cow caught in the snare. She set him strait.

Life in the other half of a Paralel Universe


Lord Kadizzle woke up this morning in a different universe. This one has cold mornings and it stays that way all day. Back in Hazen time seems to stand still. The trip across the Eastern plains of Colorado, and Nebraska are almost like a trip through space. Everything that was left over building the planet is stored there.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Lunch at Villanueavo

This is where we stopped for lunch

Don't Mess with May


Before we left Cottonwood we had to say goodbye to May. May is my oldest girlfriend, she is 83. May is sharp, and knows how to handle things. She lives in a nice neighborhood, but as circumstance would have it some drug dealers moved in next to her. Of course May became friends with them and whenever she needed a task done, she did not hesitate to have them over to perform work for her. They have since had to move on. Lord Kadizzle asked May if she had a car. "Heaven's no " she replied " We got too many old people on the road now". May is one of the few old people with any sense in this regard. "Besides" she said "When I did drive I was too wild". May went on to relate that she drove pretty much the way she wanted, but if someone pissed her off, she "Pulled the hood". "What are you talking about?", I asked. May then explained if anyone behind her was rude, she would just pull the hood latch in traffic and get out and raise the hood, so the rude person behind her would be trapped. She would pretend to have car trouble just to increase their frustration. Knowing May, I could see her doing this, so I had to agree it was a good thing when she gave up her car.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Limon Colorado



After driving 12 hours we are sitting at a hotel in Limon, Colorado. The last hundred miles or so were on the Santa Fe trail. It was eerie driving along before dusk thinking about all the pioneers that came that way. At noon we stopped at a wonderful little Mexican Resturant, it was the real deal, it was near Villaneuva a little Mexican town that happens to be in New Mexico. The place is located where no one but locals could patronize it. We had beef and cheese burritos, with green chili, and a side dish of whistle beans. Tonight we should hear the serenade from the whistle beans. Up early and back to Hazen tomorrow. We both need to see professional help and find out why we went back.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

The Home Dingers


Growing up in Wheeling, West Virginia, Lord Kadizzle went to school with a lot of orphan children. The orphanage pictured above happened to be located in a very well to do neighborhood full of mansions. As one of nine children Lord Kadizzle had the protection of a tribe. If you harmed one Quinn child, you could be subject to the wrath of nine of them. There was only one tribe more fearsome, it was the Homedingers as we called them. Those kids were smart enough to form a union. Most of them were tough enough on their own to kick a lot of butt. I was a pretty tough kid in my time, but Gary Caldwell from the orphanage always was nearby to tune me up if needed. He was the only kid on the playground I had to respect. The homedingers were in our scout troup and a lot of them were nice kids. Some of them had mental problems. Once I recall one of them stabbing me with a hand full of darts on the wrist. Most homedingers were a grade or two behind, so that meant the were extra big for the class they were in, one more reason to give them a wide berth. I always felt sorry for the poor home kids as the were politely called. They forced those poor kids to go to Sunday school, which was a fate worse than death. Only once did I ever know of any of them getting adopted. I am not sure what happened to the place. God bless the homedingers.

Heading back to the Dakotas


The executive committee has been puzzling for days on the Kadizzle schedule. Since the Quinn family is planning a mini reunion in Cottonwood during the latter part of February it seems propitious to return to North Dakota, then come back and meet up with Suzie, Louise, Melissa, and Bob. If we do that plan we will be able to spend some time with Melissa and Bob over in the Death Valley area early next year. So we may be able to squeeze in a little pheasant hunting in Hazen. If there is no major change we will be back in Hazen late Monday.

Checked the Superior Site


Yesterday we made the trek to the Superior site and checked the pot in the creek bed. What is left of the pot is doing fine. After checking the pot site we went up on the hill and looked over the pueblo site. As always it is amazing how many people actually lived in this area. An abundance of pot shards was everywhere. Also there were many examples of the rock they were using for arrows, and other sharp objects.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Was it a sign?



Indians believed animals had messages and were part of the spirit world. This morning The Commander saw a coyote within 50 feet of our little abode. Among the Indians the coyote was referred to as the trickster. What was he up to? He wandered off into the forest and has gone about his day. Today's mission will be to go to a site where a pot is sticking out of the side of a creek bed. This pot is a good example of the dilemma one faces with artifacts. Ned found the pot awhile back. It was a very nice specimen. Ned reported it to the archaeologist. Before the pot could be recovered properly, the creek rose and broke it in half. The pace that the government moves means a lot of artifacts are needlessly lost. Hopefully we will be able to see the other half of the pot still in the creek bank.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Excellent Article about Religion in Politics

Erin suggested to me I use the link feature of this blog. The NYT has a very good editorial on the danger of religion in American politics. At the right of the page is a link to the article.

The Pious Atheist


Yesterday the commander talked to a good friend. They discussed the silly nonsense in the Bismarck Tribune about "The Letter from Hell". Our friend described himself as a pious atheist. We both loved the description. Doing my morning homework it occurs to me the Republicans may have painted themselves into a corner by pandering to the religious right. With Mitt and Huckabee trying to out Jesus each other people are bound to see how silly this stuff is, I hope. One of Mitt's biggest problems is that people may wake up and actually read something about the Mormon Church. If you want a good book, and a real eye opener read "Under The Banner of Heaven" by John Krakaur. Mormonism is a well documented fraud, and the book makes it clear. One of the best parts of the book describes how the Mormons almost castrated their founder because he wanted to promote polygamy. Joseph Smiths own wife thought he was a fraud. The story about how Joseph made up the book of Mormon is hilarious. Joseph put up a blanket in the kitchen to shield his neighbor from seeing him as he translated the tablets. His wife got pissed with the nonsense, and burnt up the transcription the neighbor was taking. Joseph got mad at his wife and she said "It should be no problem, you have the tablets, and all you have to do it read them again". They both knew he was just making it up and the second try would not be the same as the first. Another historical account in the book covers the massacre of people on a wagon train by the Mormons. The Mormons tried to blame it on the Indians, and when that didn't work they got Lee to be the fall guy. Lee led the massacre at the direction of Joseph Smith. Lee was told by the church to hide a Lee's ferry. Named after him. The Kadizzles have camped there. Lee got caught and executed, and the Mormons did nothing to save him. The Mormons killed everyone on the wagon train over the age of twelve. Of course this was God's plan. This is not something Lord Kadizzle is making up. Go to the Library and you will find every bit of it documented.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Fallen Art

Watch the whole thing. Interesting

The Commander Speaks

Cissie finds artist

Make me Puke

I just read that Huckabee has accepted an endorsement from the author of the "Left Behind" series. When Guilliani accepted and endorsement from Pat Robertson, I thought that was bottom scraping. Guilliani was a complete fraud with Robertson because anyone with any sense knows he doesn't buy the religious routine for one moment. At least you could say Huckabee is at least honestly deluded. If we get another president elected by some politician pandering to the fundamentalist, we are up the creek. One good thing I would have to give Huckabee credit for is he will call a spade a spade. Huckabee has come out publically against the rotten CEO scam in this country whereby they get outragous salaries while the workers get nothing. If I had to choose a candidate on the Republican side, Huckabee would be my choice. It is hard to trust him however when you realize the lunacy he believes in.

Fish Hatchery

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Price of Boredom


My eldest daughter the Snoocher Bear just finished a phone conversation with me. She read some to the replies to "The Letter from Hell", in the Bismarck Tribune. On line you can see comments to articles in the Tribune. When fundamentalist topics come up and I get bored (because we are trapped in the rain) I cannot resist seeing the ongoing battle with the fundies in the paper. How these people manage to live and still be so devoid of logic is unbelievable. The scary part is how many of them are walking around among us. Of course I throw in some comments myself. Erin fairly accurately can pick out what I wrote, however there are a few other people who also must have my exact mindset, because they had her fooled. My greatest fear for our country is hard core conservatives, and hard core fundamentalist. The combination is like bomb material for fundamental freedoms. The way our country is headed toward a religious theocracy disturbs me. I always felt that it was inevitable that society would go forward, but seeing the way we have chosen presidents scares me. The fact that the religious litmus test is being applied so heavily in the current election process portends nothing but bad things.

Monday, December 10, 2007

The World Box


The Commander and Lord Kadizzle are having a heated argument, about his lordships idea for a World Box. What in the hell is a World Box? Lord Kadizzle believes a box could be designed with modern technology that would enable some poor person in the third world to live at a higher level, with less impact on the environment. Since the Kadizzles are living in the RV version of a world box, the thought comes naturally. How could you make this box cheaper, and more self sufficient? If the box had no wheels and did not sit on a trailer frame, the cost would drop. If both the interior wall and exterior wall were fiber glass that cold all be molded, the cost should drop. Many sail boats are made this way. The beds, seats, and almost everything else is just part of the mold. Now to power. If the box was powered by wind and solar our poor third world friend could probably have light, ventilation, and a few other modern amenities. Since there is a move afoot to provide all third world people a laptop for under a hundred dollars the box dweller could have access to the internet. Heat, waste, and water would need careful thought. Most third world water problems can be solved with fairly inexpensive filters. Some sort of self composting toilet would need to be built into the box. The whole thought exercise would be to build a box a person could live in for minimal real cost, and minimal impact on the environment, and minimal use of materials. NASA has gone to great lengths to do this in space. How hard would it be to do it on Earth. Ideally the box would be either the size of a cargo ship shipping container, or half that size. This would enable the homes to be shipped with current technology, at minimum cost. When you think of the horrendous amount we spend to develop war materials it seem sad that we have never put the same effort into affordable third world housing. The disease, pollution, and other negative impacts the third world inflicts on the planet in large part stem from poor housing. By providing poor people with good housing we are in the end helping ourselves by saving our planet.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Get Yourself A Copper Kettle



Back in the hills of West Virginia we used to sing "Get yourself a copper kettle, get yourself a copper coil, get yourself some new made corn mash, and never more will ye toil". Today we stopped at a winery that had some very nice table tops and counter tops made from copper. First it is acid etched, then burnt with a torch, and then coated with lacquer. It would be tempting to make one of these counter tops.

Mission Number One a Failure

Lord Kadizzle drove into the National Forest to find the white box that appeared on the hillside. After a lot of searching the box turned out to be the plastic inside of a refrigerator. Unfortunately there was no way to trace it back to the polluter. It is sad to see how little regard the slummers have for National Land. Ned and Patty and other good citizens have picked up a lot of the trash the slummers have left, and things look a lot better than last year, but it is still sad to see the litter these people have created. The Forest Service spends a lot of money doing nothing. A sign offering a reward for the capture of slummers could do a lot to help slow down the ruination of public land. Everyone needs to do what they can to help round up and fine these degenerates.

Today's Goofy Ideas

Pondering how to spend Sunday, Lord Kadizzle has come up with two simple minded ideas. Both involve catching people. First, Patty is annoyed with speeders on her street. So later to day we are going to dress her up with an orange vest and some sort of offical hat. We will cut the cord off a hair dryer for her to point at cars going by, If we fool them that she is taking radar reading, the experiment will be a success. Secondly, the Kadizzles will make a foray onto nearby public land where some slummer just dumped some trash. Out investigation will try to see if there is an address or any such thing whereby we can catch the wild slummers and return their garbage. Sister Patty said she and Ned found a cell phone at a site slummers had despoiled, and were able to trace down the slummers and report them to the Forest Service. If I can get a picture of Patty in her radar suit, I will post it.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Ned finds evidence to Geronimo's Gold


First read this story, then as Paul Harvey says, I will tell you the rest of the story.

During the late 1800's southern Arizona was a hot and hostile land. Tombstone had some of histories worst bad men. Also, in that same region there was some of America's most feared Indians. One, being the famous apache leader Geronimo. He was being forced to move his band to the San Carlos reservation. He and a small group escaped and stole horses and made a long ride to Fort Verde.(This is near where the Kadizzles are camped) Riding some 70 miles a day, they killed and ate their own horses to survive. While camping in the forest, Geronimo came upon a small band of renegade soldiers smelting gold in the hills some 3-5 miles from the Fort. Watching this day by day he learned the gold smelting process and the value of this yellow metal. Geronimo and his men proceeded to kill the miners. Then they walked to Camp Verde and with the Raw gold, bought each man a 50-70 caliber Spring field rifle with cartridges. General Crooke then mustered 1000 men at Fort Verde to pursue Geronimo into Mexico. General Crooke trailed them high into the Mexican Mountains and talked them into surrendering. Eventually, Geronimo was captured with only 18 (approximate) of his men left. Geronimo and his people were shipped like cattle in trains to Fort Sill, Oklahoma. He was 80 years old when he died from being drunk and catching pneumonia, falling from his horse. Geronimo died in 1909. Signing his name for $1.00 a piece.

As you know we are staying with my sister and brother in law (Ned). Ned is a site steward in this area for Indian sites. His job is to protect them. Know one knew for sure if the story above was legend or true, but the site of the smelter is known. An archaeologist knew Ned was going to visit the site, so he asked Ned to look for cartridges which may have resulted from the supposed battle. Ned did find the cartridges pictured, and they fit the description of what was used in the battle.







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An experiment

Perhaps next week we will get bored and decide to go on an adventure. The question is where? If you know of a place in Arizona, New Mexico, Utah, or Nevada, you want us to explore, let us know. If we do we will give you pictures and a report. Hopefully it will be an interesting place we have not been. We will not go to hell, that has already been requested many times. Utah may be a little too cold. If you know of a place drop us a line

The Letter from Hell

If you ever wondered what North Dakota is up against read today's Bismark Tribune article about the teacher who showed a video entitled "The letter from hell". If you read it online, read the comments. If you have an ounce of doubt about separating church and state be sure to watch the video the teacher showed the students.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Met This fellow on the trail


This was the first tarantula I have seen. On the way down from Wilson Mountian he was on the trail. According to Ned there are plenty of them around here.

Back up on the Mesa


The Kadizzles went back to Bell trail and took off a side trail. The trip was made with some people we met that live next to a house we have considered on our buy list. For the week we have hiked somewhere between 24 and 30 miles. Two of the hikes were big elevation gainers. The view was good from the mesa top. We could see over to Sedona where we hiked the other day.