Christmas Card Messages

Have you ever wanted to make up your own Christmas card messages???

Well I have always wanted to do that.  Especially for some people.

Here's a Christmas note for friends, telling them about the family:    Hubby dubby had three surgeries and wow he was really addicted to the drugs they gave him, but he's been in Betty Ford's clinic.  He was acting like Rush Limbaugh and rolling his eyes a lot and saying ching-chang-cha so we knew he was in bad shape.  He would roll his eyes some more and say we were being selective and we knew right then he was over the cliff. Now he's doing better and if Rush can handle it so can hubby dubby.  The rest of the family misses his presence but the family sure is having a good holiday season right now while he's gone. 

A particular message for instance....I knew this promiscuous person, so her message would be:  Merry Christmas and have a good time during the holidays, but don't get pregnant.

Another would be:    Bah Humbug.  Don't expect to get anything from me this year....you're off my list.

Yet another one for those promiscuous people:   I told Santa where you lived.  Do you hear him say HO HO HO....I think he's scoping out the area for you!  He's calling your name....Merry Christmas.

For a former boyfriend:  This is the happiest Christmas I've ever had since you dropped me as your girlfriend.  Merry Christmas you jerk.

Another for a former boyfriend:  Merry Freaking Christmas.  And the same for your girlfriend, if you still have the same girlfriend you had when we were together.

For a former friend:  Santa left this sack for you.  It smells like your breath. I think it contains sh*t.   Merry Christmas. 

For a sibling, whom you are having a fight with:  Merry Christmas.
You're getting the same thing from me that you gave me last year.  Nothing.

Just a funny for an older grandma type person you don't like:  Merry Christmas.  I thought I saw you go by in Santa's sleigh.  After all Grandma got run over by a reindeer, so Santa pulled you in the sleigh huh?

These messages would be given with lots of love and meaning.  And I do mean "meaning" and pointedness!!

Things I remember about Christmas when I was a kid.

 1.  We always had a Christmas present exchange in our grade school classes.  One year, a boy stole some of the presents which had been brought in and put under the small tree.  The school officials knew who did it and so did us kids. The boy was from a very poor family.  The teacher bought presents to replace those stolen.

 2.   I remember going to Steinberg Baum to shop for Christmas presents.  This store was one of the first discount stores in Springfield and was on south ninth street south of South Grand.

 3.  I remember Christmas shopping in downtown Springfield and Myer's Bros. windows were fantastic....all decorated beautifully.  And when you walked down the street it really was crowded...but of course there were no malls or strip malls then.  We would go to Myers Bros, Bressmers, JCPenny, Barkers, Springfield Dry Goods, Westenberger's, Berger Seigel, The Platter and the Hub.  Then we would eat at Coney Island or Woolworth's lunch counter or Steak and Shake.  And we would buy pastries and other sweets at the B & Z Bakery.

 4.  I remember watching Miracle of 34th Street every year.

 5.  I remember getting dolls each year from Santa and going to both my Grandma Julie's in Middletown and my Grandma Elvie's and Grampa Alvie's in Greenview on Christmas Day.  I remember my grandma always cooking the Christmas duck (icky taste and buckshot in the meat).

 6.  I remember the huge wooden Santa my dad always put in our front yard with a spotlight and then he wouldn't take in down until February. 

Caramel Recipe

In case you need a caramel recipe, here's mine.  Everyone in town used to say mine were the best.  (Walking away with a big smile.)

 

CARAMELS

4 cups sugar

3 cups white syrup

5 cups ½ and ½

1 tsp. vanilla

1 cup chopped nuts 

Mix sugar, syrup, 2 cups ½ & ½  together on med hi cook to soft ball stage (235).  Then slowly add 3 cups ½ ½  and cook again to 238 degrees, constantly stirring and will take another 30 minutes.  Add vanilla and nuts and pour into buttered jelly roll pan.  Makes about 4 -5 pounds.   Be sure to use dutch oven to cook in due to boiling volume.

 

 

I pledge to get on the ball and begin to get things done around here.  Stuff is sliding, but we've had a few things going on so I guess some of the things can wait.

 

Hope your Christmas Holiday plans are going well.  It won't be long and we will be there and it will be over and we can do the clean up and putting away of the decorations.  And begin to recover from the financial drain it puts on everyone.  Amen.

 

 

 

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What You Sayin' Bud?

So many things from my past creep up on me.  It gets to be "I remember that".... or  "My (whomever it was) said that".

Some words and phrases I remember were vintage sayings.  Some were slang of the time.  One term I loved as a kid was "skedaddle" and another was "scalawag".

I remember when a bum or a bummer was a hobo who was probably drunk on his hind end.  Now it means something totally different.  I remember Groucho Marx and the funny things he said....like when he said....I don't care to be a member of a club that accepts members like me.  How funny is that....he was a true man of the times, with a "funny" to respond to any conversation.

"Discombobulate" is another funny word I remember from the past.  I think it means a person feels like he/she is a million pieces floating in space and very confused. 

Who could forget when the Sound of Music brought forth the ever popular word "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious".  One of the best words ever.  Hard to spell but easy to say and cool besides.  Just the "bees knees"!

I love the phrases which have a meaning you have to think about.  Like this one:  "I'm a secondhand vegetarian.  Cows eat grass, I eat cows". 

If I didn't think about remembering the old times a lot, I would be "scobberlotching" .... probably gotcha on that one.

Oh well.   I think I will go mall watching and see how many I can see who "got hit by the ugly stick".  Of course I will "fly by the seat of my pants".  I might be "in the hot seat" though if I say something to someone about "being ugly as an eight day clock".  They will probably tell me to "shutyaface" and then I'll be "hotfootin it" back home before they "beat me to a pulp".  Lots of those ugly folks "think they are the cat's whiskers" that's for sure.

So sit back and think about your past and words and phrases you heard.  And don't forget about those funny tongue twisters we used to say when we were young.  My most favorite was " if you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing, cross the course cross cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully".

blahht blahht...my tongue is tied now.


Old...Old...Old...Old...Old


I'm trying to find out more about old Sarah Jeffries who lived in the jungle tangled undergrowth up by the elevator....one block east.   I think she lived with her brother William Neeley before living alone.   Many of us knew her as the hermit.  Let me know if you know anything about her. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

History of the Gas Station East Side of Road

 

The following is what  I've been able to establish.  Can't guarantee it's right but it's close.

 

1.  Built in 1953, Oanafo (sp) Lowe.  Standard although someone said it was Texaco.  Is in the 1960 yearbook as Lowe's Standard.

 

2.  1957 Goat Taylor ran it as a Standard.  Not sure if he got it from Lowes and then it went back to Lowes.

 

3.  Reggie Harbin was next.  Was in the 1965 yearbook as the operator.

 

4.  Ed Hanson was next but not much is known about him.  He was killed by the AMVETS in a wreck while driving a 1967 GTO.

 

5.  Ed Backs but unknown dates although I remember him having the station when I was driving in 1966 or 1967.

 

6.  Glenn Tuttle.  Unknown date of opening.  Still owns the site but it doesn't have a gas station - is now a repair service and car sales (Tony Tuttle, son).

 

If you know any other information which disputes or adds to this, let me know.

 

Quote For The Day

No man knows how bad he is till he has tried

very hard to be good.

--C. S. Lewis

 

 

Time to get ready for Thanksgiving.  This year, and every year and every day,  I am thankful to be alive.  Next comes the thankfulness to be able to write this blog.  And finally, thankful for having readers who faithfully come to the blog to see if a new post is posted.  Thank you for that.  Without having you, the readers, there would be no need to continue.

 

May your preparations for Thanksgiving in the coming days be full of excitement and happy anticipation that you will be among family.   I will be having the Thanksgiving dinner this year...the first in a long time, but due to my daughter's surgery a few months ago and her inability to fully recover, I'm taking a turn cooking for my family.  

 

 I hope that I will be able to post at least one more post before Thanksgiving, but if not ~~~ Happy Thanksgiving.

 

 

 

 

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Faretheewell

Faretheewell.......

Gotcha!  I bet you were thinking I was telling you faretheewell for good.  Excuse me but that's farewell.

But right now I will use Faretheewell as a kind of goodbye.

Faretheewell to the month of October.  It's been here and now it's gone.  It was here today and gone tomorrow kind of thing.   The goblins got it and chawed it up and spit it out because October really is a boring month!  What exactly goes on in October, to be excited about??? Oh I know....the trees start turning their beautiful colors of red and gold and are on the trees for a couple of days and then turn brown and fall down.  This means you must fit your tender little hands around a rake handle (no, do not fly away on it either).  Rake 'em up my friend.  Until your hand has big oozing blisters because you can't find a pair of gloves that fit or maybe can find only two left handed gloves and you are right handed.  Faretheewell to October.

Faretheewell to the d*mn fox who lives in the woods behind our house.  That little sucker does those vixen calls at all hours of the night and sounds like a woman in labor.  I thought foxes only did those vixen calls during mating season.  Apparently the foxes around here must be horny little dudes cause the wild vixen calls had been ringing loud and true but, at least for the last month, we haven't heard them.  Thank goodness and faretheewell.

Faretheewell to the big sagging butt.  I'm trying to lose it, but the word O L D keeps coming back to haunt me.  The older you get the harder it is to do anything.  So...maybe sagging butt is beautiful but if it does leave me, faretheewell.

Faretheewell to my next birthday.  I absolutely decided that I've had enough of those dang things.  What good are birthdays anyway??   All they do at this age, is get you closer to a permanent home out in Elmwood cemetery.  Yep, that place is waiting but for crying our loud, if those birthdays stop, maybe I can hold off going to the big place.  Thus....no more birthdays please and thank you and so long birthdays....find another sucker.

Faretheewell to the dang white tail deer around here.  I would love for the government to enact a Deer Be Gone law today.  That law should say that if a white tail deer appears in front of you, hit him, knife him, shoot him, spit on him, poke him in the eye,  throw paper wads at him,  pepper spray him,  hog tie him or any other thing that will get rid of them.  Right now it's "dodge deer time".....just like the old dodge ball game.  You can't go anywhere without seeing a deer cross the road.  Sure those deer go through Rutting stages and like the foxes, they are looking for a hot doe.  And, wouldn't you know it, the rutting moon came in October 29 this year, so these dang deer already have a lot of really hot testosterone running in their veins.  Those hot does are doing it doncha know.  So lets get rid of of the dang deer......Faretheewell - I wish!

Farethewell....well dang I looked up the meaning and it means a "state of perfection."  Well dang it I used it wrong.  But I just coined my meaning.....and I can use any word I want, any way I want....so there.  I ain't rewriting this post .....


Old Time Stuff I Remember

Just the other day I did a "I remember about Smitty's tavern, so why not do one on the "lower tavern".  I used to go in there too.  You might get the impression I spent a lot of time in the taverns....I really didn't, but when I did go in the taverns, they made a big impression on me.  The smell, the fights, the bar stools, and whatever.  And, when I was a kid I was my dad's shadow....where he went, I went.  So if he went to the tavern, so did I.  I didn't become a drinker per se so, I guess it didn't do much harm.

The lower tavern was north on the main street which went down the center of the downtown area.  It was located just south of the old red building which was what we used to call the old hotel, which actually was the Bracken building in the founding days of the town. 

During my youth, Gene and Marie Steinmetz owned the tavern.  This couple shared the duties of running the tavern.  They were a fun loving couple and were family friends.  Gene and Marie lived in the building to the immediate north of their tavern.  Their residence building was a narrow little building and had a big window in the front with long gold colored curtains which completely blocked out an outsider's view of their living quarters.  Marie always left a light on behind the curtains.

I actually didn't go into this tavern as much as Smitty's as this tavern was known for its fights and wild and loud talk.  And Gene, as well as Marie, put up with much more than what Smitty did when it came to letting the peeps who drank too much stay and drink more.  In fact, and to document history, one time my dad got hit with a beer bottle in the lower tavern because a man by the name of Asa H. was mad at my dad.  My dad was simply sitting on a stool having a beer.  This man hollered at him and my dad turned around and this Asa guy hit my dad on the cheek bone with the bottle, and then turned and hit the bottle on the bar to break the bottle and came towards my dad to cut his throat.  My dad was still dazed and couldn't defend himself.  Other men in the tavern grabbed this Asa fellow and held him until the Constable came.  He went to jail.  And, if I remember right, this was over a cattle deal which fell through.  I think this Asa guy might have run a meat market and wanted to buy cattle to butcher and a deal just couldn't be made.  Shows you what drinking too much does for a person.  Needless to say my dad had a huge goose egg and a severely black eye for a long time.

In the mid-1960's Gene and Marie sold to the tavern to Gene Banister.  He bought it for  his wife Louise to run while he was working as a truck driver in Michigan.  Not long ago I talked to Gene Banister and, he told me he paid $13,000 for the tavern but didn't buy the residence next door.  Gene and Marie Steinmetz continued to live in that building.

Gene  Banister also told me that he thought that Gene Steinmetz was from another state, but he thought Marie  originally was from Waverly.  Gene B. also said he thought that Gene Steinmetz bought this lower tavern from Jim Gilmore from Petersburg, but Gene B. didn't know a date.  Gene Banister said he eventually sold his lower tavern to a man from Springfield but couldn't remember his name.  He said that Baugher's eventually bought the property as well as the living quarters to use the land as a storage area for their implements.

I haven't been able to find any photos of this place but maybe one day I will.  In the mid 1980's we bought a river cabin down by Altig Bridge from Gene and Marie Steinmetz and had some good old times there.  We used to invite them out to have breakfast cooked over a wood fire.  We would talk about the old days.  After Gene Steinmetz died in 1987, Marie lived in Athens and we occasionally visited with her.  She was a character believe me!  She died in 2011. 

 This picture shows Marie in her later years. 
     




Quote For The Day

The cure for boredom is curiosity.

There is no cure for curiosity.

--Dorothy Parker

If you really want to have a good time, get out your dictionary and look up words.  The longer the word, the funnier it is.  Take for instance the word
"fibbertigibbet".  That word is a long word and it's funny to boot.  I bet my last quarter that you didn't even know that was a word....did you????

Well it means a whimsical person.  And when you look it up, you might see my picture.  But of course, it you do, you must cut out that picture and put it inside your cabinet to run the gremlins and rodents out of your cabinets.  Now don't you wish I hadn't whisked that word "fibbertigibbet" upon you??!!

 

 

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Happy Halloween

Eeny Meeny Miny Moe.....

Eeny Meeny Miny Moe.  Catch a tiger by the toe.  If he hollers, let him go.  Eeny Meeny Miny Moe.  My mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are it!

Do you remember saying this when you were a kid?  Especially when you wanted to play tag or choose teams for a school team playing games.

Then, of course, if you didn't pick your best friend because the eeny meeny miny moe choice landed on someone else, you were in trouble with your best friend.  But best friends usually would make up in a short period of time.  Some didn't.

You probably remember this type of friend battle when you were young:

        My friend Annie got a new dress and came to school and
        bragged about it and made fun my old dress.  She told me
        my dress was old and it looked like it was a hand-me-down.
        She also told me she didn't want to run around with me
        because my clothes were old and ugly.  At lunch she sat with
        the girls she always said were snotty.

or, maybe this scenario:

        My best friend Scotty got a car for his 16th birthday.  He
        didn't ask me to ride in the car and instead asked some boys
        he plays basketball with.  He said he didn't have room for me.
        I even gave him a birthday present but he didn't seem to like it.
      
Neither of these are good situations, but these type of things happen in the world of kid friendships.  I always said the Eeny Meeny Miny Moe thing because I was calling my ex-friend an Eeny Meany and I also considered my ex-friend a Miny Moe too, whatever that is.    

By the way what the heck is a Miny Moe?  hmm....I bet there is no definition.    I'm assuming an Eeny Meeny  is  close to meaning a tiny Meeny but who knows.  I sure don't.  All those years of using this saying and I don't even know what the heck it means.  But I sure used it a lot when a kid in picking tag teams or other school game teams as well as using it to call my nasty friends a name.

So if I meet you on the street and we were kiddies together, if I call you an Eeny Meeny, you might think back to the time you were mean to me.  You probably deserved it at the time.

Death of a Resident
Greenview lost a favorite son on October 4.  Dennis (Denny) Setzer lost his battle.  For those of us who knew Denny, he was always laughing and was a friend to all.  He is survived by his father Al, his brother Rick and his children and grandchildren.  He will be long remembered.   Greenview is proud to have known Denny as one of its resident children.   Our deepest sympathies to the family.


Old Stuff (click on picture for enlarged view)

An aerial view of Tripp's Hardware where lumber other items

were stored.   This was across from the south side of the park.

 Note to the right, on the corner, I think this maybe was the old red colored house where Frank (Boob) Bless and his family lived.

Most of these buildings were torn down to build the Town Hall

and then the rest to build the Middletown Bank.

 

 



1917 Advertisement for Taylor Pitts Photography.

Taylor Pitts moved upstairs in the Wernsing Building in 1913.

He had his photography studio and his place or residence in

this location for years.  Most persons used him for their family photographs and described the experience as dark,

smelly and scary.

 



 

This was an advertisement for another

photographer,W.N. Sweet,  who advertised as having

galleries in Petersburg and Greenview.  I haven't been able

yet to determine where his gallery was located. 

This ad was typically printed on the back of

his photos.

 

 

 

Quote For The Day

 

If you want to understand today, you

have to search yesterday.

--Pearl Buck

 

 

If you were a crayola crayon, you would have to learn to like the crayon who resided next to you.  The color of your own crayon you personally lived in, would have to not clash with the color of your neighbor crayon.

 

 

You might be a sharp crayon but you might be dull.  You might be a cool color or maybe a dull one.  You might not be used much, or your status might be a small nub because you were used a lot.

 

 

You could be used to draw a masterpiece or maybe just for a toddler to color.  You may have been broken into tiny pieces, either on purpose or by accident.  But you are still a crayon no matter if you are broken.

 

When you smell a box of crayons, it's one smell and we all think of our childhood.  Hey crayon, get over it, you all smell the same even though your color may be different.  Yellow doesn't smell any differently than magenta or blue.

 

Yellow might be used for the sun.  Blue might be used for the sky.  Green most likely would be the color of the grass.  And white or red might be the color of farmer John's barn.

 

If you use a black for your entire picture, your world might be dull or even bleak.  It probably will be lack luster and not as pretty as a colorful picture.

 

I have just described life as we all probably know it.  Full of color, with friends and neighbors whom we should get along with no matter what the color or where they are in the box of life.  Live your color to the fullest.  And if you become dull, sharpen up your status.  A dull crayon is not one who everyone wants to be around.

 

 

 

 

 

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Blue Chickens In A Red Barn

A Bunch of Blue Chickens Running Around

If I told you there were blue chickens running around and nesting in a red barn, would you believe me?  Of course you would.  Everyone knows that blue chickens are the best tasting chickens alive.

Red chickens are tough old birds, and even after cleaning, still have pin feathers that can't be taken out since the skin on these old birds is so tough.  These old Red Chickens like to flock together and make fun of the Blue Chickens.  Red Chickens think the only way to be is the red way.

One time I saw a Red Chicken start pecking a Blue Chicken on the head.  That Blue Chicken wasn't a coward so he pecked back.  If you can imagine a couple of chickens going at it and all the time flying around the hen yard, you'll understand what a sight it was.  First the Red Chicken would peck the Blue Chick on the head and then the Blue Chicken would put its beek at the base of the tail feathers and pull with all his might.  Out came a full beakful of tail feathers.  That got that old Red Chicken dancing.  Before long the Blue Chicken didn't have much top notch left but, the old Red Chicken had absolutely no tail feathers left and even part of his wings were cropped and frail looking.  He was a sight to see.  But did the old Red Chicken learn from this.....NO he didn't.  It wasn't long and he was at it again.  He believed his breed of red chicken was the best and he was going to prove it.  I call this stubborness.

Sometimes the way of the Red Chickens isn't always the best.  But usually the Reds are so stubborn they aren't willing to change.  Their barn has been red for so long they believe red is the only color in the rainbow.

Sometimes a change to a Red Chicken's diet and overall habits might benefit the connoisseur of fine Chicken dining.  The Blue might know more about what to eat and do to make his self more palatable.  Red Chickens, with their stubborness, typically won't change their habits so they remain tough. 

The moral of this story is.  If the Red Chickens don't change, the barn is going to get repainted and at that point the barn color is going to change to Blue.  And, you won't see many Red Chickens running around  the farm yard.  Instead there will be a bunch of young, tender and willing to learn, Blue Chickens running around.

Just a fair warning to the Red Chickens in the Red Barn.  I think your barn might be painted before long.  As long as it isn't green, you should be ok.  Those Green Chickens are aliens and don't belong.


Greenview At Its Best

Just some things I remember about my young days in Greenview.

 1.  Remember when the high school gymnasium had to be strengthened and there were big steel square plates up and down the face of the school.  The ivy on the front of the school was cut out to put in these steel plates and that made the school look dumb.  Then later on the new addition covered them up.  But the tennis court went by the wayside.

 2.  Remember the old milk machines in the school.  It cost a penny or two.  Put your money in and then slide them milk to the side to get it out. 

 3.  Remember when Greenview had real homecomings with carnival rides and fun things to do instead of the boring "no carnival" attitude the CIA takes now days. 

 4.  Remember the dances which were held in the old grade school gymnasium.  

 5.  Remember biddy basketball for the little kids.  The older boys would coach the boys playing basketball and the older girls would coach the little girls on how to be a great cheerleader.

 6.  Remember the ice cream soda's at Emma's Corner Cafe.

 7.  Remember when the bus would let kids off at the Corner Cafe upon returning from an away game.

 8.  Remember when Locky was driving the school bus with the cheerleaders and the glee club and the axle broke on the bus.  Lucky Locky kept the bus from turning over.  It was a wild ride and we all were scared to death, but liked it when the team bus pulled up behind us and we all got to ride the same bus.  Those ongoing relationships between players and cheerleaders got a chance to blossom during that dark bus ride home.

 9.  Remember Gerald McKee sitting on the park bench blowing spit bubbles.

10. Remember when the post office was in the old First State Bank Building.

11.  Remember when the K & K Grocery Market and Schmittys Tavern burned in 1963.

12.  Remember when Tripps Lumberyard was on the south side of the square.

13.  Remember when you had to crank your old phone to get the operator.

14.  Remember when a bunch of kids would play baseball at the old grade school baseball diamond.

15.  Remember the particular smell of the grocery stores upon entering.

16.  Remember back when no one had air conditioning in their houses.


Recent Deaths
In the last three weeks, we have had three deaths of residents/former residents.  Edra Calloway, Dorothy Boston and Wes Marcum.  God Rest Their Souls.

Quote For The Day

Part of the success in life is to eat what 

 you like and let the food fight it out inside.

--Mark Twain

If I tell you a story today, do you remember it tomorrow?  If you're like me, after I eat lunch, I have a hard time remembering if I had lunch let alone what I ate for lunch.  I suffer from CRS.....and you know what that is  "Can't Remember Sh*t".

But time passes on.  And, besides, who cares what I had for lunch.  If I can't remember, then no one else will give a darn.

One way to cure CRS is memory training.  Which means paying someone else to help a person  remember.

Another way is not give a darn.  Who cares.  All oldies have a tendency to forget so I won't be alone.  Not really a cure...just an alternative.

And lastly (is that a word?), is to slather on Vicks Vapor Rub, all over your chest, and around your nose, put a hot rag on your chest and smell the vapors.  Hope to heck it gets rid of your cold.  Crap...I forgot we were talking about cures for remembering.  That cure was for a stuffed up nose.

 

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Jabberhocky!

Time For A Large Amount of Nonsense

I decided this morning that this definitely is a nonsense day.  As someone once said (me know not who) ....  "To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life."

When I think of the word nonsense, I always think of the Lewis Carroll nonsense poem called "Jabberwocky".  I love that word.  It makes so much sense rather than nonsense.  It makes me think of a person who jabbers and who is full of hocky (poop doncha know).

When I got to thinking about hocky (poop) I realized that there are a lot of words for hocky.  I would think I need to refer to the hocky thesaurus. So I tried.  When I went to look up a bunch of the words, I found the poop thesaurus.  Do you believe that??!!

When you think about that word, it can be a verb or a noun.  But there sure are a lot more noun synonyms than verbs.  I know poop is a difficult subject to talk about, but we all do it....so what the heck is wrong with admitting that we are all full of brown bombs.  Or ,another color if we ate something weird.  I supposed the most scientific term I can think of is to call it fecal matter.  But everyone knows I'm not a fecal matter speaking person.....I would rather call it a more low class trailer park term.  Like crap or hocky or do do .... those are a few of my more tongue rolling picks. 

See I told you it was a nonsense day.  Nonsense will get you nowhere and will also get you everywhere.  If you have too much nonsense surrounding your very actions, you might not be asked to come around again.  But if the other person in the transaction is also a "jabberhocky" type person, then your nonsense will get you whatever you want.  Just ask me.  I've been a jabberer since I was born and my dad always said I was full of it....so I guess I'm a jabberhocky type person.

So climb out of your boring day, and be a jabberhocky with me.  I know you have a serious interest in life.....especially about living until tomorrow.


Death of a Resident
Wes Marcum, who was married to Evelyn Despain Marcum, passed away last night in the early evening.  The arrangements are pending at this time.


Old Greenview Stuff

1971 - The Greenview Review and the Athens Free Press consolidated in January under the name Menard County Review.

March 20, 1971 - Ronnie Doggett lost his life in a one car accident on the Middletown blacktop east of town. 

April 13, 1971 - Harry Jones, owner of the Owl Garage for 42 years, died on this day.

December 20, 1971 - Tommy Parks III, drowned in the Sangamon River, near the Gudgel Bridge.  His car was swept from a flooded road west of the bridge and it is believed that he accidentally ran into the flooded area and lost his footing when he attempted to leave the car.



Hickory Dickory Dock....the mouse ran up the clock.  What a stupid thing to do!  Could the mouse tell time and that was the reason he ran up the clock??  Or, was someone leaving cheese up the clock trying to catch the mouse?

It's always bothered me why that mouse ran up the clock.  It would seem he had no earthly reason to run up that clock.  So when that old clock struck one, it must have scared the mouse almost to death so he ran down.  Serves him right....he shouldn't have run up the clock in the first place.

 

 

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MONOSYLLABIC...WHAT???

Monosyllabic is not my most important word.

Long ago I learned the word "monosyllabic" and the meaning.  Before that, I could have cared less, because I didn't even know it was a word, and definitley didn't know what it meant.

Since I looked this word up in the dictionary, I know that monosyllabic words are one syllable words.  I thought it would be fun to try to find the longest monsyllabic word in our language but when I set out to do that, others had already thought of that so that took the fun out of it -- dang it.  But I still did searches and kept finding sites with different guesses as to the longest monosyllable word.

The word squirrelled is sometimes thought of as the longest word, but it has to be pronounced as one syllable and not a two  syllable word as some pronouce it.  Wow .... eleven letters is a big mouth full.  Onward to more words and then I found a few ten letter words......schmaltzed and strengthed are two examples.  But surely there are more words!!

In my search for more words, I ran across some really cool two syllable words, which are called disyllabic words.  The two I found were:  scratchedbrushed (14 letters) and breakthoughs (13 letters).

Then I found a twelve letter monosyllabic word..... "schtroumpfed".  What the heck is this word?  The French word for Smurfs is schtroumpfed....so some poets and writes started putting an "ed" on this french word and now it's considered a word which can be used in the English language and writers use it .... weird! 

Later on I found a few more monosyllabic words with ten letters.....scroonched, scraunched, schwartzed, schnappsed, and broughamed.  Funky words if you ask me....I don't use these in my everyday languge but, if I want to show off a bit, I might start using these long monosyllabic words.  People will probably think I've flipped my ever loving lid....but I do like to shock peeps.

Now I will take my new monosyllibic list and do with it whatever I feel like.  If you see me using words from this list, you will know that I'm speechless and using just anything to write about.


Greenview At Its Best
(direct quotes and text taken from the Women's Club documentation of December 3, 1818 - 1968 to celebrate the Illlinois Sesquicentennial - 150 birthday of the state)

"H. H. Marbold took an important part in getting th efarming scetion settled with reliable thrifty men, may of them from Germany.  These men and their descendants have been a decided asset to the Greenview community -- Kaiser, Deverman, Koester, Kemper, Busch, Boske, Dirks, Onken, Myers, Keest, Amerkamp, Dencker, Eggers, Hagney, Miller, Milken, Winkleman, Wilhelm, Simmering, Evers, Weidhuner, Elstrodt.

An interesting feature o fthese peoples was the "Cookie Corner" in the German Evangelical Church.  Mothers sat with the very young inthe back section of the church, letting the little ones feast on sugar cookies to keep them quiet.  Also, the custom of men sitting on one side of the church was a customn carried over from Germany.

Education was a luxury for these early German families.  Few of the young people were allowed to complete elementary school, and any high school education was attained only by those who could be spared from the work of the farm.  The young boys were expected to do their share of the chores  besides husking corn or plowig and planting before and after school hours.  During the busiest seasons, they had to stay out of school to help, and, because it was very difficult to keep up with studies, they often dropped out of shcool.  A school wichi served many of these families was Salt Creek school, located in the heart of one of the German communities."

NOTE:  I received this documentation from my grammie and I don't think many have this actual story.  Perhaps at a later date  I'll quote some more of this really good documentation of the town's history. 

Upcoming Important Greenview Event

Many of my readers will remember one of our Greenview residents Daisy Duncan.  As you know, she was a kind hearted woman who always had a smile on her face.  Since 2004 there has been an annual Golf Classic, called Daisy's Angels Golf Classic.  This event raises money to provide back-to-school supplies, backpacks, and clothing for area children who might not otherwise have these as well as Christmas gifts for Daisy's Christmas Angels.  What a worthwhile event to have in this village.
Please see the link below and plan on participating in this golf classic on July 23, 2012.

http://myemail.constantcontact.com/Corrected-9th-Annual-Daisy-s-Angels-in-the-Fairway-Registration-Only.html?soid=1104030179732&aid=efCI59hGAKw

Quote For The Day

God is a comedian playing

to an audience too afraid to laugh.

--Voltaire

Wow....I can't believe how much I use my computer.  I'm wearing it out.  And, that's not counting how much electricity I use to plug the dang thing in, plus when I burn the late night oil doing posts on this blog all of the electricity I use.  I think I've told you before that I think I'm the unpaid human relations and  media communication officer for the village of Greenview. 

Perhaps I should just send the village a bill that says.....Dear Village Board:  If you want me to continue to post past history events and some of the important upcoming events of the village, please send me money so I can buy a new computer and pay my electricity bill.  All money will be appreciated since I do a really fine job of talking past and future trailer park trash about the village.  But, if you don't see fit to send me that money, I will continue to post mediocre things and every once in a while I will put something nice (??) about the village board, but that article might be slanted if  you don't give me any money towards a new computer and my electricity.  Cordially yours (unless you don't send me money and then this changes to "I'm ticked off"),  Signed:  The Trailer Park Trash Talk Queen Of Words.



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Word Salad

Is this another new salad or what?

Word salad has been around for many many years.  In the writing field it means something a bit different than the medical field but it's still close to the medical meaning.

When I write a word salad, it's usually when I'm really having a bad day.  To give you an example of word salad, here's an example: "Eyes charity bonus cheating person bonus slipped."

That word salad is just a bunch of words which make no sense at all.  A lot of mentally disturbed persons link words together which make no sense.  It's called schizophasia.  This particular salad is mixed up and repetitive and confused. 

Sometimes, even on the best of days, I might write a word salad which doesn't make much sense, but at least it fills the page.  You might leave shaking your head and wondering  ""what the heck did she just say"".  Well just think a bit further....if you couldn't figure it out......I know that I couldn't figure out what the heck I was saying even though I wrote it.

Typically our language and our writings, should resemble  something nice and organized .... perhaps like a lettuce salad, made with a high class romaine or bibb lettuce, settled on the bottom of the bowl, and topped with a nice array of chopped tomatoes, croutons, onions, cucumbers, and topped with a creamy salad dressing.  But, a word salad is thrown together and resembles a tossed salad where the lettuce and tomatoes and croutons, etc, land where they land and the whole things looks confused and not refined at all.  How do you like your salad.....refined and respectable or tossed around and confused?  I'll take refined!!

So I will leave you today, thinking about a salad you might not even known existed.  I bet if you think about it long enough, you probably have known people whose writings or language were like word salads.....unorganized and confused with no structure.  Give them a break.....they're probably from a small town where there's nothing going on.....ever.....and they're having boredom days!  Surely not!

Old Stuff From Greenview History
(taken from a huge documented history I got from my grandmother)

The pergola in the park was built in 1886 at a cost of $500.00.

The coal companies consolidated and several citizens left Greenview to seek other employment, leaving 25 vacant houses in Greenview.  In September 1893, the Greenview Butter and Cheese company was incorporated.  A creamery was built on lots that were known later as the B. C. Armeling home.  This was known as the Elstrodt residence when the company started.

(Note from me....the history says:     in 1968 the land where this cheese company/B . C. Armeling was, is occupied by Donald Beatty.  (I know that Donald Beatty lived across from the high school next to the John Dennis house but I don't know if this is the location where the Cheese company was).

In 1893 Greenview had a fire which destroyed several businesses in the business area.  The old buildings were replaced by substantial brick buildings.

In June 21, 1897, the village board voted to build a brick jail for $978, replacing the 12 x 12 foot jail made of 2 x 4's spiked together at the corners, log cabin style.  The new jail stood on the northeast corner of block 13 across from the coal office.  It was moved to the north side of the square and used for a place to sober up drunks till the new brick one was completed.

The last of the wooden sidewalks were laid in 1899....the walks required about $500 per year to be kept in repair and lasted about 11 years.

Oil was first applied to the village streets in 1917.

Quote For The Day

I don't care what is written about me

so long as it isn't true.

--Dorothy Parker

Have you had the occasion to run into the phrase "nanny banned".  I believe it's being used a lot for states which are implementing a bunch of bans on things.  Better known as control freaks running amok!

Whatever happened to the "land of the free and home of the brave"????  It's almost like the states are trying to put their hands around our delicate necks and tighten the hold and strangle until we are dried up prunes.  Folks your rights and freedom are being sucked out from beneath you. 

New York says you can't buy a huge drink because it might make a person fat.  Even if you've been starving for a drink after you've been three days out in the hot desert of the suburbs of New York City, don't count on being able to purchase a long tall large drink of soda to replace the sugar you lost during your trek in the desert of New York (well there's a New York minute so I can conger up a desert if I want).

North Carolina is threatening to send a blogger to prison because he blogged about his battle against diabetes.  He has suddenly become what the state is calling....practicing nutrition.

These cities are using micro chips on a person's garbage to monitor the recycle habits of persons.  Cleveland, OH; Charlotte, NC;  Alexandria, VA;  Boise, ID;  Dayton, OH;  Flint, MI.

In Minnetonka MN, you can be arrested for having a muddy vehicle.

In Hilton Head, SC it's illegal to have trash in your vehicle.

Many major cities across the US have banned feeding the homeless due to health reasons.

In California, a person can't have a bible home study without a permit.

In many states it's illegal for a person to collect rain on a person's own property....because the state governments are claiming ownership of the rain.  (OMG how stupid!!)  If I lived in one of those states I would call the state government and demand that the "state's" frozen rain (snow) is clogging my yard, therefore the state should come and remove the snow/frozen rain.

And there are many more of these stupid nanny bans......control freaks at their worst!!!  This is what states/cities are paying their legislative and administrative people to concentrate on.....seems that if this is all they have to do then they are not needed on a full time basis.

In this great state of Illinois, I don't think we have this rain possession law ....YET....but give them time.  They will probably spend time on something like this rather than figuring out how to get out of debt they have created.....Of course it might be wise for them to tax the water we drink from the wells in our yard....after all the rain is soaked into the ground, goes to the underground well....so basically I would be drinking the state's water.  Watch out folks, the Illinois lawmakers might do this....just for tax money!!

Now you know about nanny banned....stop the control freaks in government!!!

(I'm wondering if I have this when thinking about our politicians)

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Chawin Tabacky In Days Of Old

Back before us......

Many folks who landed in this area came from Kentucky or the foothills of West Virginia and Virginia.  Can you imagine what it was like to travel in those days of old?  Horrible thought.

Once they got here the whole day was taken up with hard physical labor.  Clearing trees, cutting logs for cabins, chopping wood for heat, plowing the fields with a horse, planting crops .... and at first maybe the plowing was totally by hand if no pull type plow was available.  Crop gathering in the fall by hand.  The women also in the fields and then in the house to clean, sew, cook, for child bearing, child rearing, and the home schooling of the children.  Life wasn't easy back then.

Life definitely wasn't just sitting around and shooting the bull and chawin tabacky that the folks brought with them from the tobacco fields of Kentucky.  Although they may have had a big wad of tabacky in their cheek most of the day.  The Hooka Tooka album might have asked if your momma chawed tobacca, but I have a feeling that the respected women who landed in our area, didn't chaw much tabacky.  I might be wrong, but I somehow think that my women relatives didn't.  Although a little later, these women relatives might have had a few swigs of some traveling medicine show elixer...just to try it out to assure herself that her family would be safe using it....and she might have liked it so well, she had more than one swig to test it.   She was testing the snake oil claims of the traveling salesman to disprove any fraudulent medical practice claims!! How fun to her to get some cure all other than her homemade remedies she had up her sleeve for just about any type of ailment.

Can you imagine how the bodies of the menfolk ached after a strenuous day of physical labor?  The traveling salesmen probably sold lots of liniment....or the women folk must have spent hours mixing up various ingredients to come up with a homemade liniment.  Remember the study and practice of medicine wasn't as it is today.....a pill for every ailment so that you feel as if you own the pharmacy.  Back in the very early days, the doctors might not have been available.  When reading the documented history, this locale seems to have been pretty lucky with a fairly large number of physicians locating to this area. 

But the hard life continued for years for our ancestors in this area.  We sure need to be proud of these folks.....and if it weren't for them, many of us wouldn't be here.  So count your blessings that some of the men had time to sit and relax and chaw tabacky, and rest their weary bones .... then went to bed happy and ready to procreate so that life could continue in these there parts.  Displaced from the tabacky fields of the east to Central Illinois....the land of humidity and heat in the summer and extreme cold of the winter.  It must have been hard with no electricity and no air conditioners. 
Would our generation of people have been able to tolerate this period in time?  hmmmm

Case steam engine - Case Sattley Engine

Gang Plow....Springfield factory

By this time the men folk had it easier.

Sattley Bros. Plow Ad....based in Springfield

The Sattley Plow Works factory - Springfield 1903

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