Ya Gotta Know This About That: 10,000 and Counting!

Yes folks, this blog is now a 10,000 reader blog!

Thanks to you my readers, my goal of 10,000 has been reached. What an accomplishment! And I couldn't have done it without you.

So pat yourself on the back for putting up with this trailer park humor and history on the run.....as someone recently put it...."the walking, posting "Greater Greenview Area Museum".....of natural history I might add....LOL. There will always be history...for each day we are on this side of the grass (the right side I might add), when tomorrow comes, we all created history from yesterday's happenings. Let us all continue to make history and be on this side of the grass for a long time to come!

Old Tyme Greenview

Begg's Elevator in Greenview

1910-1920 era

Some tidbits about some old time residents and happenings:

In 1870 Andre Gaddie moved to Greenview from his farm, entering the grocery business with G. G. Spear and continuing in the stock shipping business. Mr. Gaddie had traveled extensively and was a very interesting character, of Scotch descent.

Jerman Tice, of west of town, was fatally injured at the railroad crossing near his home when the passenger train struck his wagon in which he was riding. He passed away October 18, 1895.

1850 was the year of the historical hail storm, when hail piled up fifteen feet deep in banks, on May 27, and was used to make ice water for the picnic crowd at Sugar Grove on the 4th of July, the hail being perfectly insulated by the mass of leaves and dirt which had washed over it.

Mr. Henry Marbold bought the land south of here which was the original claim of Charles L. Montgomery in 1850, and with his sister Miss Annie Marbold and their father, John Marbold came there to live. John Marbold invested in farm land situated near Salt Creek bottom. H. H. Marbold as he came to be designated took an important part in getting the farming section settled up with reliable thrifty men, many of them from Germany, and these men and their descendants have been a decided asset to the community.

For hog stealing and changing brands, $50.00 to $100.00 fine and from twenty to thirty nine lashes with a leather strap, if a first offense; for a second offense the thief was whipped and then was branded for life.

Sugar Grove announced in 1849 that F. T. Cowen had invented a new plow, which was made without a weld, had two shovels and two moulds, and which could be changed from a one horse to a two horse plow.

Venison and wild turkey were on the market in 1844, the former worth 75 cents per "saddle"; wild turkeys were from 25 to 50 cents apiece, chickens $1.62 per dozen, eggs 10 cents, butter 10 cents, lard 5 cents, apples 50 cents per bushel, potatoes 25 cents, turnips 20 cents and coffee 7 1/4 cents per pound, flour $3.50 per barrel, whiskey 21 cents per gallon.

Thought For The Day

The future belongs to those who believe in

the beauty of their dreams.

--Eleanor Roosevelt

There is always a solution to the problem.....I once read a story about a farmer and a lawyer. This fancy dancy lawyer puts on his hunting bib and tucker and drives in his fancy car to the countryside....he parks in a lane in the middle of two fields. He takes out his gun and starts walking toward the woods through an open field.

The owner of the field property comes by and sees the fancy car sitting in his farm lane and really gets mad because he didn't give anyone permission to be there. The farmer suddenly hears a shot and hurries toward the noise. He sees the lawyer on the other side of the fence with his shotgun poised and suddenly sees a duck fall to the ground on the farmer's property.

The fancy dancy lawyer hunter scrambles over the fence and grabs the duck which has been shot and runs back and jumps the fence to be on the other side. The farmer walks up and says "give me my bird"....the lawyer says "No it's mine, I shot it". The farmer said "but it fell on my land so it's mine".

The lawyer said "I'm a lawyer and I'll sue you and you will lose the duck anyway". The farmer said "we don't do that here in farm country, we use the three kick rule". The lawyer said "ok what is this three kick thing".

The farmer said...."I kick you three times as hard as I can, then you kick me and then we keep doing it until one of us wears out". The lawyer said "ok".....so the farmer kicks the lawyer in the groin with great force....then as he is bent over, kicks him in the head, and as the lawyer straightens up the farmer kicks him in the stomach.

The lawyer tries to speak but is in great pain, but manages to say...."ok now it's my turn". The farmer says "No I give up, you can have the duck".

A good lesson in life....if you are a lawyer and going hunting, make sure that dang duck falls on the land where you stand. And if it lands over the fence, be sure you look in front of you, in back of you and to both sides for the farmer.....and if you see him, you might want to run. Forget that duck....wild duck tastes like crap anyway and you are forever digging out buckshot!