tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38080255608015203382024-03-13T07:18:30.608-06:00CV MemoriesThis is a place for all us old Cedar Valeians to post memories and gossip about our golden years growing up in Cedar Vale, Kansas and our lives in the years since. Please talk to us, comment and/or post an article, someone cares!Gary Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02575335084434602017noreply@blogger.comBlogger476125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-39901510658282670102017-01-07T16:25:00.000-07:002017-01-07T16:25:52.375-07:00Rules of the Air<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Since I seem to be the only one posting new articles, I suppose that I can post almost anything and no one will care.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy New Year!</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Since I posted an article about flying last year I thought that you might enjoy these Rules of the Air published in an Australian aviation magazine a few years back.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Every takeoff is optional. Every landing is mandatory.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Flying isn't dangerous. Crashing is what's dangerous.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The ONLY time that you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The propeller is just a big fan in front of the plane used to keep the pilot cool. When it stops, you can actually watch the pilot start sweating.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When in doubt, hold your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A 'good' landing is one from which you can walk away. A 'great' landing is one after which they can use the plane again.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yeourself.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You know you've landed with the wheels up if it takes full power to taxi to the parking ramp.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival, and vice versa.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Never let an aircraft take you somewhere that your brain didn't get to five minutes earlier.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report that mountains have been known to hide out in the clouds. (I have actually seen mountains hide in the clouds, and planes going the other way.) </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Always try to keep the number of landings that you make equal to the number of take offs that you've made.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Helicopters can't fly; they're just so ugly that the earth repels them.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If all you can see out of the window is ground that's going round and round, and all you can hear is commotion coming from the passenger compartment, then things are not at all as they should be.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of miles per hour and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Good judgement comes from experience. Unfortunately, the experience usually comes from bad judgement.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's always a good idea to keep the pointy end going forward as much as possible.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It's the law. And it's not subject to repeal.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The three most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above, the runway behind, and a tenth of a second ago. </span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I wish that someone had pointed out a few of these to me when I was a young and foolish pilot. </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-58711324258204342212017-01-07T16:13:00.004-07:002017-01-07T16:13:55.067-07:00A Long Silence BrokenI just happened upon this old blog that I started ten years ago. What a trip down memory lane! Thanks to Jay for keeping it going with occasional posts. I'll catch you up to date a bit on the past few years, but if you want to see what I'm doing you can visit my new blog at: <a href="http://www.fandangolife.com">www.fandangolife.com </a>
We have now lived in Spain for over seven years and have permanent residency here. We still travel a lot, but at age 79 I'm beginning to slow down a bit. I wonder who is still looking in on CVMemories. Drop me a note as a comment so I will know you are still with us. Looking forward to hearing from you, and thanks again, Jay for keeping CVMemories on the air.Gary Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02575335084434602017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-15958047259131647432016-11-14T09:25:00.000-07:002016-11-14T09:25:36.834-07:00The Winfield Courier circa 1963 <img alt="Image result for Cessna 182 picture" class="_WCg" data-deferred="1" height="213" id="uid_1" src="data:image/jpeg;base64,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" style="margin-right: -24px;" title="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cessna_182_Skylane" width="320" /> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">by Jay D. Mills</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bill Gillig was a line boy and pilot at the flight service at Strother Field. I was flying at the time and rented Cessna 172 and 182 aircraft from Strother Field. The flight service had a contract to fly high priority repair parts from the Wichita Airport to the GE jet engine repair facility at Strother. By hanging around the airport I would sometimes get a "free" flight by taking a company airplane to Wichita to pick up parts, and then returning quickly.<br /><br />Bill Gillig was about my age, early 20s, and we got into all kinds of flying mischief together. In addition to the GE repair facility, the flying service also had a contract with the Winfield Courier to deliver the newspaper by air. No, not to individual customers but to the paperboys in the various small towns to the East of Winfield. Cedar Vale was one of the towns that they served. The small Cessna 150 would fly over a field at the edge of town and push a rolled up bundle of newspapers out of the side window as they flew over.<br /><br />Flying the paper route was how I also got some extra "free" flying hours. Often, Bill and I would fly the route together. They had a 'low altitude' permit to fly as low as 300 ft. However, Bill & I considered 300 ft. to be the upper limit and often hopped over fences in the open pastures of eastern Cowley County. My Guardian Angels must have worked overtime to protect me from myself.<br /><br />Some of the other crazy stuff that we did in airplanes scares me to even think about it today. There is a saying; "There are bold pilots, and there are old pilots; but there are no old, bold pilots."</span></span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-42872677897180152952015-07-28T10:46:00.000-06:002015-07-28T10:46:34.346-06:00I'm Growing Bananas -- Again!<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On May 8 last year I wrote asking for help with my first large bunch of bananas. Now I have a bigger problem. Four of my banana trees have large bunches that will be ready to eat in the next few months. I have a spare bed and three active dogs for company if you would like to visit and help out with eating the bananas. Please!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you look closely you will see 2 of the 4 bunches, the one in front is newer and less mature.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Behind the banana trees is the jungle, along the deep river gorge behind my house. We have to keep cutting it back or it would overtake the property.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-59809696525669997122015-07-28T10:01:00.000-06:002015-07-28T10:01:08.914-06:00Searching Our Blog<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today I was reminded what a wonderful resource we all have in the "Search" feature on this blog. I was trying to remember if I had mentioned anywhere in my ramblings how awkward and shy I was with girls clear up into my college days. (Yes I had.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I put my own name into the search blank and it brought up several pages of articles that I had written or been mentioned in. In my article from Nov. 14, 2007, "Why I Couldn't Wait to Leave Cedar Vale", I talked about it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">While I was researching my previous articles I re-read some comments that were made by some of our participants who, sadly, are no longer with us. They made me smile ... again!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This has been a great forum for me. And it is much cheaper than a therapist! I still hope that a few more of you will sit down and share a few lines about growing up in Cedar Vale and / or what you have done since. If you don't know how, just put "<span style="font-weight: normal;">25 Bashfull People & 1 Short Story" or "25 Bashfull" onto the search line and hit enter.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Disclaimer: I am not nearly as bashful nor shy as I was in my earlier, more serious years. I mostly now just care about my own opinion of myself, and being gently honest with others. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A personal digression:</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A few months ago I received a surprise e-mail from my first wife who now lives in California. I had not heard from her in 50 years. She wrote to tell me that she had finally tracked me down though this very blog. She also said that about 5 years ago she suddenly realized that I had been having an affair while we were married. (I did not!) She also mentioned that she had been talking to me almost every day since, in her mind.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I am not sure what triggered this idea but a good candidate would be "suppressed guilt", as she was the one who had an "affair" while we were still married. But I, and no one else cares after all of this time.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">However the larger and I hope happier point is that, in this day of the Internet and social media, almost anyone with the time and willpower can locate anyone else. And some of us actually enjoy being "found". </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-35124500710618238872014-06-20T14:46:00.001-06:002014-06-20T14:49:38.943-06:00Dime (King Size) Cokes at the "Dime Store"<div style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: black;">*1957*
<br />Sandwich Menu <br />from
Woolworths....</span></b><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: black;">If anyone
doubts what we paid for a coke
and a sandwich at
Woolworths in the
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: black;">here's proof
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-88734541401835166622014-06-04T17:53:00.000-06:002014-06-04T17:53:17.565-06:00Memory Lane<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'll begin with some of the things that I remember, and <b>you </b>can add to the list:<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">(Because of spam, your comments go to a moderator who approves and posts them later.) There is no need to send them twice.</span></span></span></i></b></span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Outhouses</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">2-holer</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mule teams</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cream separators</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Butter churns</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Flat irons; heated on wood stove</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wood cook stove</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Clothes line</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">1-room school</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sleeping on the hay rack (hay wagon) because it was too hot inside the house</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chicken house</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nation-wide broadcast at 8 PM on Sunday evenings (do you know who?)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lone Ranger on TV</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Horse-drawn plow</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Party-line crank phones & the operator</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rationing (of almost everything) - ration stamp books</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Manure spreaders</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Cake" - for feeding cows in winter</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sewing bee</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Large holiday dinners with the whole family</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Shipping cattle by train </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A nice little town with 3 filling stations, 2 new car dealers, 3 implement dealers, 2 drug stores, 5 grocery stores, a grade school, a high school, a hospital, 2 hardware stores, a dry-goods store, a weekly newspaper, a weekly livestock auction, a blacksmith shop, a 'sleepy' city marshal, a one-room jail, a volunteer fire department with a truck, and numerous other businesses</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saturday night dances</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">High school plays</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rodeos</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Local baseball</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Swimming in the river</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hunting in the woods</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fishing in the river</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exploring on Lookout Mountain and many other places</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Turkey shoots (without the turkey!)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Labor Day parades</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alumni Banquet</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sidewalk roller skating (and in the Hewins Park Pavilion)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">5 cent Cokes, in glass bottles</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Penny candy</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">20 cent hamburgers and 15 cent hot dogs</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">19 cent per gallon gas</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Saddle horses and real cowboys</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Farm "hands" -- workers who were very patient with curious little boys</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dads who could make or fix anything -- because they had to</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Milking the cow(s) by hand</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Being happy to see deep snow</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Waiting for the rural mail carrier to bring the mail</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Picking walnuts and pecans off of the ground in the woods</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Getting news of relatives who were away at war </span></span></li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-30872883980345766412014-05-08T15:51:00.000-06:002014-05-08T15:51:02.285-06:00I'm Growing Bananas<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I've just eaten the first banana from one of the trees in my own yard. It was small to middle sized, sweet and delicious. I live on the side of Volcan Baru, the tallest mountain in Panama. I'm at 4,700 ft. ASL and the top of the mountain is 11,400 ft.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is really too high and cool to grow bananas at my place. However, a part-time worker transplanted five banana trees 3 or 4 years ago. The first tree to produce was blown down by a gust from a freak wind storm before the fruit could mature. The second bunch has been hanging on another tree for several months. It takes a long time for them to mature, especially at higher altitudes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Two and one-half weeks ago a local friend pronounced this bunch ready and cut it off of the tree. I hung the stalk on the back porch. They were very green and I thought that they would never ripen. However, today I noticed that many are showing some yellow. There are over 40 bananas on the stalk. The question now is; what do I do with so many? Anyone want to come down and make a banana creme pie? Fried bananas? Banana pudding? A banana and peanut butter sandwich? A banana split? Ideas ??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't think that my 4 dogs will be able to help, so come on down. I'll even meet you at the airport in David, Panama; 45 miles from here. </span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-53656123312626190402013-10-25T18:21:00.000-06:002013-10-25T18:21:03.031-06:00Second Post This Year!<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I receiver the following from Morris Jones. I found my parents' names on the list, maybe you will also.</span><br />
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recently moved from our two story house to a one story to please our
knees. In the process of moving, I came across my baby book. I was born
in 1931. My folks, Coburn & Grace Jones, lived in Cedar Vale but as
there was no hospital in CV at the time my birth occured at the hospital
in Winfield. People who visited my mother and me in the hospital signed
my baby book. I doubt if it was a real easy trip between Cedar Vale and
Winfield when you think of 1920's era roads and cars. So, I'm impressed
by the number of people who did make the trip. The list may include
some of your relatives so thought you might like to see this
cross-section of Cedar Vale citizens. I'm sorry to say that I can't make
out some of the signatures so where I've misspelled a name I seek
forgiveness.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Mary Hess</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Georgia Chapman</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Aunt Francie Mills</span></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-65492963093782594322013-02-21T17:06:00.000-07:002013-02-21T17:06:24.489-07:00Cedar Vale Heroesby Don Schaffer via e-mail.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After reading and seeing the pictures about the World
War II Memorial last December, I remembered the name of Ivan Bolton and
that reminded me of another time, when I sat in the barbers' chair at
Jimpy and Twid's barber shop! While my hair was being cut, I looked
straight ahead at the pictures of the men who were serving or had
served, in the war. The pictures were black and white, some fading into
a kind of sepia. The names of the "heroes" were on each picture. Some
had died in action. If memory serves me correctly, Faye Steward and
Carl Sheldon were among those who had fallen in action. Both served in a
tank battalion, I believe. It was difficult to imagine how they must
have died. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I sat there trying to visualize the experiences of all
those "heroes on the wall." I could see them sitting in the same chair I
was sitting in, when there was peace throughout
the land. Yet, when that peace was challenged, these men gave up their
"peace" so that we might have ours. As a youth, too young to fully
understand, I felt a companionship to those in the pictures. Some came
home. They didn't talk much of the war. Went about their business of
being part of a peaceful community. I considered myself protected by
these brave men.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Finally, I remember the families, whose sons were
serving in the war, hanging flags in their windows. I seem to remember
that the blue star was for those still serving. The gold star was for
those who had sacrificed their lives for us. Such an impact! "Lest we
forget," may we remember all of those who remained standing, and those
who fell, giving their all....so that we could have "all" we have. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">God Bless America, God Bless Cedar Vale and God Bless All of You!</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-76304753850757580072012-12-21T09:45:00.000-07:002012-12-21T11:50:38.047-07:00Wreaths Across America -- Vereran's Memorial Park Ceremonies <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A huge thank you is due to the Cedar Vale Go Getters 4-H Club and to their Sponsors/ parents
for the program they presented to the community at the Vereran's
Memorial Park this last Saturday AM. For starters they cleaned, groomed
and decorated the grounds. The decor is still in place in case some of
you missed it.. (<i>Click on pictures for larger view</i>.)</span><br />
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A national wreath Co. donated wreaths to adorn and honor members of
the armed services-living and dead- who have served their country. The
wreaths were delivered by firetruck and accompanied by local law
officers. Barry Speers and Dwayne
Rogers in dress blues were the color bearers and did a precision march
to the plaza with the flags. 4-H members then retrieved the wreaths
from the
firetruck and took them to the Veteran to whom they had been assigned.
Veterans were; Army--Bill Campbell, Navy--Ed White (in full uniform),
Air Force--Don Cox, Marines--Leon Melton, Coast Guard--Gerald Luis,
Merchant Marine--Cecil Shore, and POW--Bill Vaughan.<br />
Mark Davis offered prayer, and the National Anthem was sung by Macy
Warburton. Aaron Magnus acted as Master of Ceremonies offered words
of respect for the Vets and announced each Veteran present by name
Several 4-H members gave readings or poems about service to country. <br />
Next was the laying of the wreaths. The Veteran representing each
branch of the service (see above) and the 4-H er assigned to him then
carried the wreaths to the rotunda, placed the wreath, stepped back and
saluted. Appropriate music was played for each branch of service. Bill
Vaughan who was a
prisoner of war in WWII laid the final wreath. All five of the
Vaughan siblings did service in WWII or The Korean conflict. It was a
poignant moment to see him at the age of 87 make the walk on the arm of
Jenny Kelly to lay the wreath. Bill almost died in captivity of
exposure and pneumonia. He was captured by the Germans during Battle of
the Bulge and transported in a weakened state to a German stalag. He
survived probably because an Australian Doctor moved him to better
quarters and found some drugs to help him. (Well that's another story)<br />
Many, many thanks to the Go Getters and especially to Alfreda Speer
who orchestrated this program which delighted and awed the good crowd
that gathered on a breezy cool day. The program ended with Taps played
over the PA system. (from Don Cox via e-mail.)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-44226828105543599922012-12-04T12:41:00.001-07:002012-12-04T12:41:32.454-07:00E-mail from Bonnie Garrett<div wrap="">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hi, I came across this blog while trying to find information about an old picture of my grandma's. She was born in 1905 in Indian Territory in Oklahoma. I have a picture of her class around 1915 (I'm guessing). She labeled most of the names of students on the back. I would like to be able to date the photo and maybe share it with descendants of people in the photo. If they are as addicted to genealogy as I they would be thrilled. I have ancestors from the Crescent and Guthrie area of Oklahoma and from Kansas. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the picture my grandma is holding a slate that has Cedar Vale No. 34 written on it. Do you know where I could find info about this school?
Thanks!
Bonnie Garrett</span></span></div>
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office/legion bldg to remember Ivan Bolton. Ivan was one of six or
seven Bolton siblings who grew up north of Wauneta</span>. As a young
man growing up during the Great Depression he took a job working for
Mike And Brady Meldrum. At the same time a young lady, Retha Hollister
found work helping Caroline Meldrum, sister of Mike and Brady. Well,
love stepped in and Ivan and Retha became man and wife, still employed
by the Meldrums. In due time a son, Gary, was born.<br /><br />While this
little story was unfolding, a much larger story we know as WW II
was beginning. While little Gary Bolton was still an infant, Dad Ivan
and a Wauneta friend Elmo Banning joined the Army to defend our
freedom. Ivan and Elmo were in the 2nd wave which landed at Omaha Beach
on D Day. They were both killed by enemy fire as they breasted the
ridge at Omaha Beach. A grieving widow, family, friends, and a baby son
who never knew his dad were left behind.<br /><br />The Meldrums bought the
old bank bldg, later the Post Office, and arranged a sale to the
American Legion of the property on VERY easy terms. They also installed
a very good bronze plaque by the front door which memorialized Ivan.<br /><br />Gary
Bolton's aunt Eileen Hollister McCall and her daughter Janice, Gary's
cousin, knew the Plaque and hoped it might be presented to Gary. Janice
asked me about this and I was greatly in favor, but referred her to our
mayor Jerry Bowman as the bldg now belonged to the City. Mayor Bowman
got the OK from the Council and plans were made. Janice and the family
got Gary here from CA. At first he was loath to come until deer season
so they had to tell him why although the original plan was to surprise
him.<br /><br />So--if you are still with me--last Sat AM at 11o'clock--we
gathered. There were Bolton brothers of Ivan and several Hollister
family representatives. Most had come from a distance. There were CV
Legion reps, Madison Holroyd, Jess Rayl, and Dale Coffman, the
commander of the Legion in Ark City, Joe Walker came in full uniform.
Several CV citizens were there so we had 25 or 30 people there at the
corner to honor Ivan.<br /><br />Mayor Bowman started with a few remarks, a
prayer and the removal and presentation of the plaque. I made a few
remarks about heroism and led the group in singing "God Bless America".
Joe Walker then made a moving presentation of the American flag with 3
brass shell casings tucked into the fold to represent the Father, Son,
and Holy Spirit. Ivan's brother Bill Bolton made several remarks about
growing up with Ivan as a big brother and having Gary on the farm with
he and his wife Alene.<br /><br />Gary then acknowledged the receipt of the
plaque and told us with great feeling that although he couldn't remember
his dad, he had all the Bolton Brothers as surrogate fathers.<br /><br />A
reception at the Long Shed arranged by the family followed the
presentation for visiting and reminiscing. I was so proud of our
little berg for helping with something so important and worthwhile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Note: If you want to leave a comment on this or any other article, you must first "click" on the title of the article. When the page is displayed again there will (now) be a link to post a new comment. <span style="color: red;">All comments must be "approved" or else you would not believe what you would be seeing here. (Not pleasant!) <span style="color: black;">It can take from several hours to a day or more for your comment to appear.. but it will. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;">jay -usual e-mail symbol- jaymills.org</span></span></span></b> </span></div>
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You may have just found CV Memories or you may be looking at old posts on this blog. However, posting comments to old articles <b>almost insures that no one will see them</b>. Most of us do not go back very far when reading the blog!</div>
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This just came in as a <u>comment</u> to the "More about Hooser" post from May 11, 2011. </div>
<u style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Anonymous</b></u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> has left a new comment on your post "More about Hooser": </span><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">*<span style="font-size: small;">* Contact information should have been included if this person really wanted to sell the item!..Jay.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
"I have a mirror that I picked up in Wichita this week that has C W
Meldrum Cedar Vale, KS on the back of it. Not sure if someone is
interested in purchasing it before I post it on Craigslist - not trying
to use this as a way to sell my junk but thought it was kinda cool when I
picked it up (we live in Sedan). Searched online and found this blog.
Would be cool for it to go back where it came from...
"</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-13596474738210845632012-06-01T12:29:00.000-06:002012-06-01T12:31:27.683-06:0025 Bashfull People & 1 Short Story<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
Hi there. Are you one of the 25 bashful people listed as "Contributors" (aka Authors) on this blog? Please quit "hiding your light under a bushel" and remind us about the good times in Cedar Vale in times past (or present).</div>
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If you cannot figure out how to click on "New Post" and type in a new article, then you can e-mail it to me....jayinpanama [at] gmail [dot] com. I will be glad to post it for you. If you need help and are getting 'stuck' at some point, then please describe the problem in an e-mail and I will try to help.</div>
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written several articles about my years in Cedar Vale, my parents and
relatives, and what I remember after all of these years. </span><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Am I the only one interested in <u>your</u> stories?? I don't think so....</b> </div>
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When I was a teenager and had nothing else to do, a couple of us used to stop by the City Hall in the evening and visit with the Town Marshall (as he generally had nothing at all to do). At that time, we could pull out old books of city records and look at pictures and records that were 50 or 75 years old. I was somewhat surprised to learn that the streets actually had names!</div>
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Also, that was the only way that I discovered that my great-grandfather had once been the Mayor of Cedar Vale. I then discovered that he had lived 2 or 3 houses to the northwest of where my family was living. We had bought my grandparents' old house. </div>
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As you can tell, family history was never a big topic within my family! I only discovered that the Mills Ranch on Otter Creek was homesteaded in 1871 when I took a picture of my brother Carl on his horse under an arch that he had erected to commemorate the date. More later ... unless you care to post something <i>really</i> interesting.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-75030751354010747152012-05-08T13:04:00.000-06:002012-05-08T13:04:45.461-06:00Another Way to Explore Our Past<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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While I was looking around Cedar Vale and our old farm & ranch on Otter Creek, northwest of C.V., I noticed a very odd label on the map. "Hogback Hill" was clearly marked and it was located in "Otter, KS". This is the hill that I referred to as 'Hogback Ridge' in my article about my dad in April of 2008.</div>
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Well, to my knowledge there is not now, nor has there ever been, an 'Otter, KS'. But there it is on Google Earth, in a high-definition picture thanks to a USDA Farm Service Agency satellite photo dated 10/28/2011. "Otter, KS" is apparently an empty piece of pasture land in what was once the Mills Ranch, about 1.1 miles southwest of the house that I grew up in until I was 7 years old. Having been over all of that land many, many times I think I would have noticed a community, or the remnants of one!</div>
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<b>But all of that is not really what I can to tell you about! </b> Using Google Earth, or Google Maps in "Satellite" view, you can explore almost any area around Cedar Vale, or even where you live now, without ever leaving your chair. I have looked at many of the changes in buildings and roads around C.V. I have relived more that a few adventures just by looking at the pictures of places that I used to go. And I have looked closely at both of the houses that I grew up in and the buildings around them. I have retraced my travels throughout the area and it has brought back many good memories...and a few regrets, but that as they say is life.</div>
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In many cases you can even see the vaults or headstones of family ancestors, and see the foundations where old houses and buildings once stood. It is amazing what you can see of the changes that have been made in the past 40 or 50 or 60 years or more! All from the comfort and safety of your own home.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Have you found anything interesting while exploring old maps or new ones? I'm curious....</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-61966064077121009032012-05-08T12:20:00.000-06:002012-05-08T12:20:12.087-06:00Jess White Family<div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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Sherry Barnett asked me about some
history of this family of Cedar Valians. I did remember their
grandson, Sonny, who they raised and who was in school here-a bit older
than I. Since then Sherry has learned more: (this info is for a
granddaughter of Jess) Her mother was Geneva Ruth Noel (White) who
graduated CVHS, two sisters were named Ladeen and Louise. Sherry also
learned that Jess and his wife, Sadie, lived on Main St. between Lee
Ave. and Donelson Ave.<br /><br />Today I learned a bit more about Jess, in
later life he was somewhat of a handyman and he had modified a Model T
Ford and mounted a table type Buzz saw on it. The old Ford would serve
to go to the work site and the Jess would Jack it up, remove a rear
wheel and belt the Buzz saw to the drive axle of the Ford. The old Ford
then
powered the saw until the job was finished. The the process was
reversed and Jess would motor home or to the next job.<br /><br />I also
learned the the house is no longer there. Once there were two houses on
the block just north of the Zimmerman miniature village. But they are
both gone now--there may be a mobile home there.<br /><br />If someone has memories of this family--someone is interested.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-33810168663601220712012-04-30T09:56:00.002-06:002012-04-30T09:56:31.218-06:00If It's Interesting to You, It May Very Well be Interesting to Us!<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>The easiest way to post an article</b> (not a comment) directly and immediately is to follow these simple steps. (No moderator required.)</span><br />
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<li>Log-in to the CV Memories blog</li>
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<li>3rd, if you want to directly include a picture, click on the 'picture' icon following the "Link" button and follow the instructions</li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I will be happy to post articles for those who have difficulty. Just send me your article and pictures.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-15921136958624270392012-04-28T13:00:00.000-06:002012-04-28T13:03:43.674-06:00Is My New Dog More Interesting than You?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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OK, so here is were we stand (lie?) with this blog (dog?). Only 4 people have posted anything in the past several months. There have been few, if any, comments on the posts so there is no evidence that we have readers.</div>
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I can only conclude that we have hit the downward spiral that comes from having no one post things of compelling interest to other readers. So apparently very few people are coming here to check out the blog as there is very little to read. And new articles are few and far between.</div>
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<b>That brings me to two important questions.</b> 1. Is there still enough interest to keep this site going? If so, please let me know with your comment, however brief. 2. Are you interested enough to sit down and write a little (or a lot) about your experiences growing up in Cedar Vale and/or your life since? </div>
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* <b>Hint:</b> You can always send your article to me via e-mail and even attach a picture or two. I will be glad to post the article(s) for you.</div>
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Jay (J.D.) Mills </div>
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Had this ready to post in Oct but did not get that done before complete Renal shutdown in Nov that put me in hosptal for 13 days and then my open heart surgery in Dec. That really stopped me in my tracks for several months!!<br />
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I am in hopes someone may remember Tom Fuller (1881 - 1960). <br />
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Tom is one of these 3 former Residents of Cedar Vale pictured here. Man on left, is Cal Lavely. I have posted about Cal previously. The man in the middle is George Thomas Fuller (Tom) and on the right is Tom's brother. His name is not on photo. I assume that he is younger brother Louis L Fuller (1875-1914).<br />
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Tom (1881-1960) and Louis are buried at Cedar Vale Cemetery along with their parents, Stephen A and Theresa Fuller.<br />
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Tom was husband of Goldie Hamrick and Zora "zoe" Ake McCaleb.He and Zora had a daughter, Susie Belle Fuller. With wife Goldie had 3 sons, Loyd, Leonard Hayes, and Harold Keith Fuller.<br />
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My cousin remembers meeting Tom at the Ford and Lavely family get-togethers in Cedar Vale during late 1950's, just before his death. We are not related to Tom, he was close friend of the Lavely and Ford family.<br />
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Tom's father was born in England, his mother Theresa was born in NE. Besides Tom, their children were Isabella, William, Elsie, Susan Matilda, Lewis, Anna, Charles, and Louis.<br />
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Isabella and husband Michael Crouse are buried in Arkansas City. Elsie married Alfred A Bruce. Susan Matilda married Morris Wheeler. She died in Ok. I have no record of Anna after 1900. At that time she was living with Isabella and Michael and their 4 children in Cedar Vale.<br />
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The famiy evidently move to Cedar Vale in early 1900's as Stephen A Fuller died in 1908 in Cedar Vale.<br />
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If anyone knows of these people, would love to hear from you. Iris<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Pat Molder sent me these pictures. Click anywhere on the group (actually one picture) above for a better view.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a recent picture of myself and my best friend Blue. Blue is a rescue dog, a "Red Heeler" or Australian Cattle Dog. He has been with me 8 1/2 years since he was a very young pup. He has traveled with me in a van from Nashville to California and back on two separate trips; and traveled to Panama by air. He loves to ride in a car and drove with me from Panama City to Volcan, over 450 kilometers in a single day. He also goes with me inside the pickup on visits to town and to my neighbors.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I live in the mountains of Western Panama, near the border with Costa Rica about 3 miles outside of the nearest town. Blue looks after my health by taking me out for a walk 3 times a day and he goes with me when I work in the yard or on the property. If I'm moving around a lot, he simply chooses a high spot and lies down to watch the road for any intruders.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Blue and my other (local) rescue, Athena, a Rottweiler watch over me at night by sleeping at the foot of my bed. If they hear anything suspicious they tear out through the doggie door into the side yard and issue a challenge. Everyone for miles around here knows about the crazy Gringo and his two big dogs. I have yet to have uninvited visitors. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What are you doing? Inquiring minds want to know. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-5273196682705699192012-01-07T16:17:00.002-07:002012-01-07T16:22:51.583-07:00First Car by Morris Jones<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt">Jay D. Mills, in October, asked “What was your first car? Most guys are car lovers and usually like to talk about their first car. I expected a flood of responses and was disappointed when none appeared. So, I’ll step up and tell about my first car, a Whippet Six.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt">The event happened in Cedar Vale in the 1930’s. I was still in the early years of grade school. My Uncle Clarence (Marsh) was the Ford dealer. He took in the old 4-door sedan on trade. The Great Depression had ruined the market for cars, especially older ones with such features as oak spoke wheels.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt">So, the Whippet was gifted to me as a non-moving plaything. We lived in a house on a corner – later owned by Don and Mary Bess Hankins – and had space between garage and barn to “hide” the old car. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt">As a youngster with an active imagination the car was, for me, at times not only a car, but an airplane, a speedboat, a truck, a submarine, and even a Buck Rodgers type rocket into the far reaches of outer space.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt">The Whippet created lots of good memories – and one not-so-good when I attempted to make the old car into something besides a permanent fixture. I somehow saddled one of my dad’s horses, tied a rope between saddle horn and Whippet’s bumper, and yelled “Giddy Up!”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt">Fortunately, the horse didn’t move – but my dad sure moved when he heard me. He came running and gave me a chewing out I still remember. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"> Morris Coburn Jones</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">, 07 Jan 2012</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-83489512230562129262012-01-03T17:38:00.002-07:002012-01-03T17:42:40.600-07:00Comment Republished - Old Lumber Yard<dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block"><dt style="font-family: arial;" class="comment-author " id="c8957019835831661804"><span style="font-size:100%;">This just came in from Don Shaffer and I doubt that many people are looking back to October, so I thought I would publish it. By the way, Gary started this blog...I just try to help keep it going.<br /></span></dt><dt style="font-family: arial;" class="comment-author " id="c8957019835831661804"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></dt><dt style="font-family: arial;" class="comment-author " id="c8957019835831661804"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="profile/14329571358211758202" rel="nofollow">Don Shaffer</a> said... </span></dt><dd style="font-family: arial;" class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-8957019835831661804"> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"> Hello, everyone! Just got on the new CV Memories webpage! Great job, J.D.! Gary, I'm sure you are in on it, too! <br /><br />It was a jolt to hear about the lumber yard. My Dad, Clyde Shaffer, was manager of the yard for many years. I spent many memorable moments at the yard, first playing among the rafters, riding wild, stick horses through the sand, hide and seek in the roofing shed.... and then, coming home in the summer from college, pulling weeds between the tiles! My Dad was a great teacher! Never get too big for your britches to prevent me from "real work," regardless of form! I'm going to stop there. Seems my eyes/glasses are misting over. No rain in sight. Must be something else. Check with you later!!!!! </span></p> </dd><dd class="comment-footer"> <span class="comment-timestamp"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://cedarvalememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-lumber-yard-in-cedar-vale.html?showComment=1325634484742#c8957019835831661804" title="comment permalink"> January 3, 2012 4:48 PM </a></span> <span class="item-control blog-admin pid-697408199"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" class="comment-delete" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=3808025560801520338&postID=8957019835831661804" title="Delete Comment"> <img src="img/icon_delete13.gif" /></a></span><a class="comment-delete" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=3808025560801520338&postID=8957019835831661804" title="Delete Comment"> </a> </span> </span> </dd></dl>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808025560801520338.post-8171266164254617312011-12-23T15:39:00.003-07:002011-12-23T15:55:50.465-07:00Uncle Dana McGill<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My uncle Dana McGill was an older brother of my mother, Nellie McGill Mills. When I was 7 years old we moved into Cedar Vale from the farm on Otter Creek north and west of town. Uncle Dana and my grandmother Julia lived two houses up from the Methodist church. My grandmother Mills lived between the McGills and the church.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I remember when Uncle Dana got one of the first televisions that I had ever seen. It was small and had a round tube, even though the picture was rectangular (I think). The picture would sometimes go out of adjustment and he would ask me to come down and play with the controls on the back until it straightened out again. This sometimes took a half-hour or more.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Uncle Dana also had an old Model A Ford roadster. Sometimes he would take me for a ride in his car and that was always a treat for me. I remember at least one trip to Hoosier to look around the site of the old train depot and other places that he remembered. As others have mentioned, he had a fantastic memory and recalled many things that were interesting to a young lad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I really appreciate the articles and tid-bits that many of you have contributed about Dana. He was certainly an interesting man...and my uncle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Happy Holidays from Panama. I'll hang some lights on a banana tree, or a palm tree to celebrate.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Jay (J.D.) Mills</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0