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Ghost Tour
Oct. 20th, 2012 11:06 pmI can't believe this is the first Halloween post I've made this year, and it's October 20 already! Yeesh!
Tonight Geo and I went on a ghost tour of historic Warrenton. It started out at the old jail, which had some very interesting stories with it. We then walked around portion so the historic district, where our guide (dressed as a Confederate officer, of course), told us various stories of odd happenings associated with the buildings. Many were written up in somewhat vague terms, but others had very recent--like second hand--references.
But the most interesting story, I thought, was one that was not on the tour. In the kitchen of the old jail, the woman who was fixing the refreshments told us about a lady who came to tour the jail. The patron had a dog with her, and the jail worker (the lady fixing the refreshments tonight) said the patron could bring the dog in. The dog, very friendly and excited, showed great interest in the kitchen fireplace, then in the stairs leading up to what used to be living quarters for the jailer, then stopped again in front of the fireplace and looked up expectantly at his mistress. The patron told the jail worker that the dog was a young cadaver dog in training. She took that dog out and brought in an older, seasoned, no-nonsense cadaver dog, who did the same thing: showed extreme interest in the fireplace, scratched at the door leading to the living quarters, then stretched out in front of the fireplace.
As it turns out, the wife of one of the jailers burned to death in the kitchen when her dress caught fire from the fireplace as she was cooking for the prisoners--some 130-odd years ago.
All in all, a very entertaining evening.
Tonight Geo and I went on a ghost tour of historic Warrenton. It started out at the old jail, which had some very interesting stories with it. We then walked around portion so the historic district, where our guide (dressed as a Confederate officer, of course), told us various stories of odd happenings associated with the buildings. Many were written up in somewhat vague terms, but others had very recent--like second hand--references.
But the most interesting story, I thought, was one that was not on the tour. In the kitchen of the old jail, the woman who was fixing the refreshments told us about a lady who came to tour the jail. The patron had a dog with her, and the jail worker (the lady fixing the refreshments tonight) said the patron could bring the dog in. The dog, very friendly and excited, showed great interest in the kitchen fireplace, then in the stairs leading up to what used to be living quarters for the jailer, then stopped again in front of the fireplace and looked up expectantly at his mistress. The patron told the jail worker that the dog was a young cadaver dog in training. She took that dog out and brought in an older, seasoned, no-nonsense cadaver dog, who did the same thing: showed extreme interest in the fireplace, scratched at the door leading to the living quarters, then stretched out in front of the fireplace.
As it turns out, the wife of one of the jailers burned to death in the kitchen when her dress caught fire from the fireplace as she was cooking for the prisoners--some 130-odd years ago.
All in all, a very entertaining evening.
Sundance Drive-by addendum
Jan. 24th, 2011 12:43 pmSitting in the Salt Lake City airport waiting for our flight to Chi-town. Security was a wee bit harder here than in D.C., though neither time did I have to go through the backscatter X-ray machine. Such a relief. God had my guardian angel watching out for me.
One thing I forgot in my previous entry (I've added it as an ETA):
The best part of the party was chatting with Arlene Damron. Though you've probably never heard of her, her father made a very significant contribution to the record of American history. Her father shot the home movie footage that later became the movie Topaz, about the Japanese internment camps. You see, her family was moved to one such camp. One of the shots from the movie was a shot of her mother holding her. Arlene is a delightful woman and told me some of her parents' experiences at the time. She's a sweet, sweet woman, and I'm delighted I had the opportunity to meet her.
One thing I forgot in my previous entry (I've added it as an ETA):
The best part of the party was chatting with Arlene Damron. Though you've probably never heard of her, her father made a very significant contribution to the record of American history. Her father shot the home movie footage that later became the movie Topaz, about the Japanese internment camps. You see, her family was moved to one such camp. One of the shots from the movie was a shot of her mother holding her. Arlene is a delightful woman and told me some of her parents' experiences at the time. She's a sweet, sweet woman, and I'm delighted I had the opportunity to meet her.
Now & Then
Feb. 9th, 2010 01:17 pmFrom the back of my cereal box . . .
( What today's generation may never experience )
( What yesterday's generation wishes they had )
( What today's generation may never experience )
( What yesterday's generation wishes they had )
Little Sure Shot
Dec. 14th, 2009 05:01 pmThe other night, Geo was watching a DVD of an eclectic assortment of Christmas TV episodes. And one such show was a TV version of Annie Oakley. Well, knowing that there is early footage of the real Annie Oakley, I at first saw the title and thought maybe it was going to be a documentary of some sort. Though it didn't quite look like it. Then I saw the girl come on screen, and I told Geo the obvious: "That's not Annie Oakley." (It didn't look a thing like her.)
So while he was watching, I hopped on-line and discovered that this was an ep of a TV show he was watching. (Which became pretty obvious when it started playing out as a narrative and all.)
But as I've got something of an interest in Annie Oakley, she being from Darke County, where my dad was raised (he was raised in Greenville, to be specific. He's often told me that Annie Oakley taught him everything he knows about guns), I started doing a little surfing.
Now, when I was a wee lass, I did a book report on Annie Oakley. And I've visited her grave in Darke County. But I didn't remember much about her beyond the very basics.
And you know what?
She was fairly awesome.
The Annie Oakley Foundation website is a good place to start. Here's one of the things that impressed me most:
Annie set an example for women and helped change the American public's mind regarding what were appropriate sports and activities for women. She also argued for a woman's right to bear and use firearms, both for sport shooting and for self-defense. She coached more than 2,000 women in firearm safety and shooting. As a public service she traveled the Eastern coast, at her own expense, demonstrating the safe and effective use of firearms for World War I soldiers.
This seems to be a good, brief biography as well.
You know, it just now occurred to me. I've long been partial to the name Phoebe. It conjures images of Gibson Girls and class and refinement. Now I'm wondering if I'm not actually partial to the name because of Phoebe Ann Mosey. Hm . . .
So while he was watching, I hopped on-line and discovered that this was an ep of a TV show he was watching. (Which became pretty obvious when it started playing out as a narrative and all.)
But as I've got something of an interest in Annie Oakley, she being from Darke County, where my dad was raised (he was raised in Greenville, to be specific. He's often told me that Annie Oakley taught him everything he knows about guns), I started doing a little surfing.
Now, when I was a wee lass, I did a book report on Annie Oakley. And I've visited her grave in Darke County. But I didn't remember much about her beyond the very basics.
And you know what?
She was fairly awesome.
The Annie Oakley Foundation website is a good place to start. Here's one of the things that impressed me most:
Annie set an example for women and helped change the American public's mind regarding what were appropriate sports and activities for women. She also argued for a woman's right to bear and use firearms, both for sport shooting and for self-defense. She coached more than 2,000 women in firearm safety and shooting. As a public service she traveled the Eastern coast, at her own expense, demonstrating the safe and effective use of firearms for World War I soldiers.
This seems to be a good, brief biography as well.
You know, it just now occurred to me. I've long been partial to the name Phoebe. It conjures images of Gibson Girls and class and refinement. Now I'm wondering if I'm not actually partial to the name because of Phoebe Ann Mosey. Hm . . .
"This I'll defend."
Jun. 30th, 2008 07:13 pmWhen I got home from the LoC today (a progress report on Still Life will come later), there was a mysterious package from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
izhilzha waiting in my mailbox. I opened it up and was surprised and delighted to find . . .
. . . a wool scarf of the MacFarlane clan tartan!
Prior to her recent journey to Scotland, I asked Izhi to keep an eye out for anything with the MacFarlane tartan. I've got some Scotch-Irish McFarland blood, you see, and the McFarlands originated with the MacFarlanes. There's even a bit of history included with the scarf.
( More behind the cutty-cut )
izhilzha waiting in my mailbox. I opened it up and was surprised and delighted to find . . . . . . a wool scarf of the MacFarlane clan tartan!
Prior to her recent journey to Scotland, I asked Izhi to keep an eye out for anything with the MacFarlane tartan. I've got some Scotch-Irish McFarland blood, you see, and the McFarlands originated with the MacFarlanes. There's even a bit of history included with the scarf.
( More behind the cutty-cut )
