Never Wrestle With A Pig

Here piggy.  Come to mama!

Once a upon a time there were three little pigs.  This little pig went to market and this one stayed home.  This little pig went wee wee wee all the way home.

Piggies in the farm lot don't need a house.  They wallow in the mud and sleep in the barn.  They don't have to pay utilities unless they live in the woods and then they have to pay utilities to keep the lights on to warn off the big bad wolf.  They sure don't want him huffing and puffing to blow their house down.  Living in a house instead of the mud lot means the piggies don't get to mud wrestle.  Unless they load up their bathtub with mud and wrestle in the tub.

I've never wrestled with a pig in the mud but I did a spot of mud wrestling against a woman whom I thought was a pig.  She had a snouty nose and was pretty much of an oinker.  Lots bigger than me and due to this I lost.  I got a lot of mud in my hair and I think her snouty nose and mouth closed down on my hair and yanked out a big old hunk.  That spot hurt for a week.

I also remembering during a county fair, chasing a pig which had Mazola oil all over his back.  The idea was to be the first to catch a pig.  The ground wasn't mud but it probably would have been more fun had they watered the dirt.

Over the years I learned a few things about mud wrestling.  You can't get a foot hold in that slippery muck.  You get really dirty.  Wear goggles for sure.  Of course with mud covered goggles you can't see so you lose the contest, but at least you don't get mud in your eye.  It's worse than pie in the eye.  I also learned to never wrestle with a pig.  The pigs probably ate their much loved corn chex for breakfast so they have more strength than you do and besides that, they have a nasty bite when they see they are losing.  So stay long away from their nasty pig biting snouts.

The object to this story is to not wrestle with a pig.  He might be mad because the big bad wolf blew down his house.....and believe me if that had happened to me I'd be seeing blood....thus I know I don't want to lose any blood to a dang pig....especially a mad pig in the mud wrestling pit.

History of Greenview

From the Greenview Scrapbook - A History of Greenview Illinois 1818 - 1940

Note:  In my family, it was always passed down that Charles Mongomery once owned a lot of the land where Greenview now rests.  The following indicates my ancestor once owned land which was then purchased by Henry Marbold.

"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.



Charles L. Montgomery, having sold his first place, bought the 160 acres belonging to John Griggs in Section 23, for $760.00. The northeast quarter of Section 23 belonged to George Blane, and he and Leonard Alkire and William Engle joined forces to try to bring the railroad through here, and in order to do so, it was thought advisable to have a station, so a townsite was sought. While this project was being canvassed, the town of Sweetwater was started, in 1853. New Market, about the same distance west of here, was also working to get the road through there, and a two-story brick hotel was built at that place.

Mr. Harmon Warnsing came to this community in 1853, when fourteen years of age, with nothing but his little bundle of clothes, having spent three months in crossing the Atlantic
on a sailing ship. Most of the passengers died enroute of small- pox, but Mr. Warnsing escaped the contagion, and from the time he arrived here, he prospered. When he married he was settled on the farm now occupied by Garrett Evers, which Mr. Warnsing bought from Mr. John Marbold.

Railroad construction was being pushed enthusiastically all over the state, and meetings were held in school houses and churches where speakers explained to the people how the much- needed railroad could be financed. The response was generous, considering the scarcity of cash, and the county itself subscribed $100,000.00. To this was added the $25,000.00 from private individuals and work was started. But again funds ran low and operations were suspended for a time.

Charles L. Montgomery had built a double log house on the land purchased, and here he and his family were living when his daughter Susan was married to R. B. Godbey in 1854. This
whole family of Montgomerys was remarkable for longevity. "Aunt Susan" Godbey went to the polls and voted for the first time when she was almost 100 years old. "


Quote For The Day

You have Brains in your Head

You have Feet in your Shoes

You can Steer yourself any

Direction you Choose.

--Dr. Seuss

I was doing some research on money....which I never have enough of and found some things I didn't know.

I love the $5.00 bill since it is a nice denomination and it has a really good picture of Abraham Lincoln.  I found that on the back of the bill is the Lincoln Memorial which contains the names of 26 states according to the Federal engraving department, although some say it's 27 states since it says N & S Carolina.  The $5  bill only shows one side of the memorial so the other states aren't shown )but they are on the real memorial on the back side....48 states since that's the number of states when the memorial was dedicated.

The one thing I learned, which was really a surprise, was that on the back of the bill there are two strips from top to bottom on the left side of the back of the bill which are blank when viewed in the infrared spectrum.  This would make it impossible to counterfeit.  There are many more items on the bill which are ways to prevent counterfeit operations.

Even though the bill is a small denomination I love it.  Give me about a 100,000 of these and I would be happy!!

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Escaping OZ

Winkety, Dinkety, Donkety - Where is That Road?

If you've been to OZ lately, you know that the Munchkins are jumpy and the Wicked Witch of the West is still flying high on her broom.  I think Toto started barking and the Cowardly Lion roared a couple of times and all of this commotion started the Winged Monkeys flying up at the West Witch's castle.  She didn't like that at all.

I always wondered if OZ really existed or was it simply a fairy tale in a children's book.  But when I saw those Winged Monkeys flying outside my house the other day, I knew OZ really exists. I was afraid that the Wicked Witch of the West was not far behind her beloved pet Winged Monkeys.

 Knowing that if a person takes magic and other supernatural occurrences completely for granted can get one into a world of trouble, I have been on my guard and looking for a way to escape OZ if one of those Winged Monkeys gets their claws into me.  I don't have a lot of fairy friends around this neck of the woods, so I have to depend upon my own cunning thoughts and wisdoms to find the perfect OZ escape plan.  Maybe if I make a few calls, I could find Mother Goose.  I just know she would help be escape if she knew I'd been taken.  Her peck is much worse than her bite, believe me.

Somehow I think if I could find a pair of flashy red shoes like Dorothy had I could just walk out of OZ.  But, of course, I would have to find the Yellow Brick Road.  And, I bet that isn't easy in the land of OZ.  Especially when there are a bunch of Munchkins on the road everyday while they are gathering mushrooms for their supper.  This crowd of Munchkins probably cover up the yellow bricks.

Pretty soon I'm going to go out and look for the beginning of the yellow brick road.  Surely somewhere around here the road has a beginning or am I looking for the end of the road.  Now I have to think about that for a while.  Do I have to start at the beginning or the end?  Help me....I'm stranded.

Lincoln's New Salem

The following is a passage from a book I recently bought.  The book is a 1934 version and is named "Lincoln's New Salem".  The author was Benjamin Thomas and as he wrote this book, he was in contact with various persons who were Lincoln scholars.  He also referred to many documented histories to allow him to write a book which was close to the actual happenings from Lincoln's life.

"One day in late April, 1831, a crowd gathered on the river bank near the New Salem mill.  There were watching four men who were working over a flatboat that had stranded on the dam.  The men had tried to float the boat over the dam; but halfway across it had stuck.  Now, with its bow raised in the air and shipping water at the stern, it was in danger of sinking.

One of the crew, a long, ungainly looking individual, took charge.  He was dressed in a "pair of blue jeans trousers indefinitely rolled up, a cotton shirt, striped white and blue, and a buckeye chip hat for which a demand of twelve and a half cents would have been exorbitant.  Under his direction the cargo in the sstern was unloaded until the weight of the cargo in the bow caused the boat to right itself.  The young man then went ashore, borrowed an auger at Onstot's cooper shop, bored a hole in the bow and let the water run out.  He then plugged the hole and the boat, with lightened cargo,
was eased over the dam.

Poling the flatboat over to the bank, the crew came ashore, where the onlookers congratulated them.  The owner of the boat introduced himself as Denton Offut.  The others were John Hanks, John Johnston and "Abe" Lincoln.  The latter was the ungainly youth who had directed operation, and the villagers looked at him with interest.  Well over six feet tall, lean and gangling, raw-boned and with coarsened hands, he was a typical youth of the American frontier.  He had been born in Kentucky, and had lived there seven years.  Then he had gone with his parents to Indiana where they lived for fourteen years.  About a year ago they had moved to Macon County, Illinois.  He was now twenty two.  Johnston was his step-brother and Hanks was cousin.  Offut had hired them to take the flatboat to New Orleans."

Quote For The Day

Desire is individual.  Happiness is common.

--Julian Casablancas

If pigs could fly I would buy a few and resell them.  I'm sure there are plenty of people who want to buy a flying pig.  Of course if I could fly, I wouldn't have to buy an airline ticket....which incidentally are very expensive these days.  But what isn't!!!

I can just see me with wings, flapping through the sky with my heavy bottom hanging lower than the top half.  And I would always have to wear my frog pajamas as my flight suit.  That frog on the front could wear a blinking light on his nose, just like Rudolph.

Speaking of Rudolph, it's now time for Christmas in July.  Time to get out the Christmas decorations and decorate your house for the holiday season in July.  Why not do it just to be doing it!  There's not a whole lot of other things a person can do when it's hot and humid.  It ain't raining and the ground looks about as brown as it does in December, so from up above Santa sees all this brown grass and will start delivering presents because he thinks it's Christmas in December.  I hope he comes to my house.  I want a new pair of froggy pajamas.

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Annie Keep Your Gun

Gun Control or Not.  Don't bother to read this if you want tight gun control or hate the NRA because my comments aren't pretty.

I try to not address controversial issues but I felt I had to address the issue of gun control because it's a rights issue.

I grew up around guns.  My dad and his brother and his father hunted all the time we were growing up.  I walked the fields too hunting with the big boys, holding my gun properly and safely.  We shot and ate wild game because we liked it. Shooting a gun wasn't because we were mad at someone and not because we wanted to kill someone or because we had a mental condition....it was because we wanted to hunt.

In rural America, owning a gun was and still is a way of life.  But there are many Americans who think our guns should be taken away.  These Americans hate the NRA and want it so that Americans' rights to own and possess a gun are prohibited.  That means the right to bear arms in the constitution would become null and void.

Sure the NRA isn't perfect but it doesn't cause a maniac to grab a gun and kill a bunch of people.  The organization promotes the rights of gun owners and attempts to assure that those rights are protected.  People who are on the left wing tend to hate the NRA and a lot of that is because they associate the NRA with the Republican party and connect the NRA with politics because of their hate for the Republican party.  And they hate the slogan used by the NRA "guns don't kill, people do"....these gun haters blame everything on the guns and the NRA.   These left wing gun haters don't like the fact that the NRA contributes to politician's campaigns and their stubbornness won't allow the good things the NRA does to shine through because they can't see around the political vise which grips their frontal brain lobe (the part which controls behavior and correct thinking).  I'm going to call these left wingers "gun haters" because they most likely have never owned a gun, nor have been around a gun and definitely don't live in rural America.

These gun haters think that if laws are enacted to completely control guns that there would be no more shootings in schools or  theaters or in the alleyways of America or at a all night convenience store.  Who is kidding who!!!!  If someone is wacko enough to kill someone, there is no law or gun control which will EVER control the situation.  They will get a gun if they want it.  The underground is strong and guns and ammunition will be sold illegally till the last day on earth.

There are a lot of wacko people and it would seem to me that we need to crack down on internet sales and sales at gun shows and make sure that the background of the purchaser is checked. And this should be universal across America.   And, the medical environment, needs to make sure they report those persons who have mental conditions and those who have had electric shock treatments and those persons who are convicted or those out on bail for any type of crime.....and the federal and state and local governments should make sure this information is entered in the background check systems. 

I personally remember the days when the NRA offered hunters and gun owners safe hunting tips and safe handling.  I personally learned from a course I took which was offered by the NRA.

Sure, now I don't do a lot of hunting, but I still target practice and occasionally shoot skeet.  And if I want to go shoot a rabbit or a deer to eat, I want to be able to do that.  I want the right to own my gun.

I say to the gun haters of America, why connect the NRA with your political affiliations?   When you do that, it becomes an impractical aberration and makes you look like a dunce to most rural Americans. A gun hater, just because you hate the political party which rudimentally supports gun ownership, just doesn't seem right and it is never good to agree with others just because they don't like something.  Most rural folks typically don't force our views and beliefs on the world, but gun haters seem to do that.  Any person can and should be able to separate gun control and political party affiliation.

I want my gun ownership.  I don't like assault guns and those big ones which don't have a lot of use in rural America and I feel those can be tightly controlled but just don't take my handgun, my rifle and my shotgun away.  And don't belittle my support of gun ownership because you and your friends are such gun haters and can't see any good in the NRA. 

Quote For The Day

The probability that we may fail in the struggle

ought not to deter us from the support of a cause

we believe to be just.

--Abraham Lincoln

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Gimme Gimme Gimme

Gimme Gimme Your Stuff Now!

"Gimme"  ----- now what does that really mean?  Well of course it means "Give Me".  Everyone probably knows that!  So why do people say "Gimme"?

Perhaps the English language is just too proper for some, so they say Gimme.  Maybe some people think the term Gimme softens the sometimes hated act of asking for something.  Maybe some people like the word Gimme.....I kind of like it myself.

A thief during a hold-up would probably say "Gimme Your Money"! A kid would say "Gimme a  peanut butter sammich"!  A person who needs help might say "Could you gimme some help?"
A disgusted person might say "Don't gimme that crap."

People just use the word.  It might be an informal contraction but it's still used.  Just like the words gonna,  ain't,  gotta, kinda, wanna, whatcha, lemme...all acceptable in my repertoire of words....maybe not in yours or others but these are in mine.

My tongue wraps around that word really well.  It's like smooth butter on a piece of homemade white bread....soft, flavorful and tasty.  It kind of melts in my mouth when I say it.  Not like any proper Queen's language.  Of course I'm sure Queenie Liz has never said Gimme in her life.  She probably has never even said Give Me.....she speaks and people just fall at her feet and give her anything she wants and she doesn't even have to ask for it.  I bet old Queenie Liz just clicks and wags her tongue when she comes to the good ole USA, and thinks us American hicks are the worst abuser of the English language. 

Queenie Liz my dear, it's called the American language thank you....we don't speak your proper English, we have our own thank you and don't need yours.....it may be an offshoot of yours but don't belittle the thing we have known all of our lives.  Shoot honeychile.....us hoodlums of America are just as smart as y'all just more low key Queenie Liz!  Subjects of the Queenie, beware if you come to America....you'll have a lesson in the really proper English....good ole American English!  You may not know what we're saying for a couple of days, but you will learn.

So for now, gimme a few more minutes to allow yourself to read the rest of this crappie post.....gimme gimme gimme......hmmmmm  maybe I should say, dear readers.....Give me your attention!  See it ain't half as much fun as gimme!

An Old Time Town Resident

Many local readers will remember a resident by the name of Eugene "Jean" Huffman.  He was quite an interesting person who was handy in about everything he tried to do.

He was born February 9, 1881 and died March 1, 1976 at age 95.

In his early life Jean apprenticed in the blacksmith trade, working for the Edward Hayden blacksmith shop on Jefferson street around 1907.  Then in 1912 he embarked in business for himself.

This friendly and talented man also was a cabinetmaker and an expert violin maker and played the violin wonderfully.  I can remember going with my grandpa to take his fiddle to Jean for repair when I was a child.  Jean played a song on grandpa's fiddle and it was beautiful....and not quite like my grandpa's fiddling.

Many folks in town didn't know he was a poet but he loved to write about the everyday problems of living.  Jean wrote the following poem which will remain forever in the history of the town.

THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH

Under the wide and open sky

The village smithy stands;

No spreading chestnut tree is nigh,

No chestnuts seem to be on hand,

Except the smithy himself, who tries

With slowly timed and feeble licks,

To make a piece for that which lies

Upon the floor for him to fix.

Tho' once a mighty man, alack,

He  now is but a withered wreck 

With rheumatism in his back,

And wrinkles in his scrawny neck.

Time was, when people far and near,

Within, and all about the town,

From early morn 'til night could hear

His mighty sledge come smashing down;

But years of toil have slowed his gait;

No more he pounds the iron with ease;

And when he swings his sledge of late

They mostly hear him puff and wheeze,

The sweat that once upon his brow,

By which he earned his daily bread

Has disappeared, and slobbers now

Just dribble down his chin instead.

His battered tools are all worn out,

And scattered widely here and there

Upon the floor, and all about

His dusty shop, most everywhere.

On many jobs his fee is small.

E'en less than what his time is worth,

But friends, to him, are, after all,

Worth more than any job on earth.

His patient wife has long since learned

To skimp and save each tiny crust,

Those things for which she long has yearned,

She does without, because she must.

The holes which in his working pants

Are burned by red hot sparks of fire,

She patches when she has the chance,

To save expense on his attire.

Some items on his account,

Have been so long upon the page

He can scarce figure the amount,

So badly are they dimmed by age.

But he toils and struggles on,

No other way he knows in life;

He hopes  that when he's dead and gone

They'll get ashamed and pay his wife.

It sounds like to me that Jean wrote this about himself and his business and perhaps many people owed Jean money and he was having trouble collecting his fees. I know that from my own dad's business ventures, that collecting money from persons was an ongoing battle.  

 I remember Jean as a gentle man who kept to himself.  May his soul rest in peace and perhaps he collected some of those debts in heaven.

Quote For The Day

Charm is a way of getting the answer yes

without asking a clear question.

--Albert Camus

Sometimes I have Dear Abby moments.  And just have to blare out my rural America Dear Aunt Abby responses.

When the question arises concerning race, I'm the whitest of hues and can definitely impose my true feelings of being of the white race in my answers as Dear Aunt Abby.  A lot of the white race likes Elvis Presley songs, likes Miracle Whip on our potato salad,  likes Miss Clairol when our hair turns grey, likes to wear thongs (flip flops) even when the snow flies, don't like to wear hats except baseball caps, likes to work hard and make lots of money, likes to study hard and gain a lot of education, likes to get a deep colored sun tan ...is that so we can look like we belong in another race(???), likes high school basketball, and pumpkin pie with cool whip.

If anyone needs a Dear Aunt Abby response, feel free to ask the question.  I can only do my best when I answer.  But I bet I can do just as good as Abigail Van Buren.....who didn't even go by her real name....her real name was Pauline. With that name I can understand why she didn't use her real name..... At least I'll answer under my real name..... The Queen of Trailer Park Trash Talk!

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Stuff Midwestern White Folk Like

It's A Fact...In the Midwest, White People Could Be Biased!!

Texas ain't the only state with Rednecks.  The Midwest has some really clearly defined Rednecks.

And, no, I don't mean a person who has the deep red on the neck around the collar either.  It's the laborer, the farmer, the truck driver, the ditch digger.  All of these persons making their living by their hands and usually in the hot sun.  They work hard, and they are most likely Republicans, hard nosed, opinionated and biased. And some biased to the point of being a plain old racist.  They like being white and like being a redneck.  And they love shopping at Walmart and Farm Supply Stores.

And the funny thing is ....  a lot of these Rednecks are bigoted racist types and simply immensely dislike the black race, these same people go to the church religiously and are "Saved" every Sunday morning after listening to Joe Blow Preacher man's sermon.  And of course, this was also after these same rednecks were drunk the night before and church bound early on Sunday morning....hung over but hiding it carefully with sunglasses .... and they can sometimes be recognized as the ones sleeping sitting straight up in the pews in the back row of the church sanctuary.  Rednecks yes.....and hypocrites too maybe???!!

These white folk love their country fried chicken with tators and milk gravy and chuck pot roasts which are left cooking in the oven while they go to church.  Lots of tators, carrots and onions swimming in the broth.  Yummy.  Corn on the cob and apple pie made from the apples grown in the orchard.  White folk foodies!

They like what they like and you'd be hard pressed to changed their mind on most subjects.  If you tell them the sky was azure they would argue "it ain't no azure", it's blue.  And when it comes to politics, there usually is no other than the "Man" runnin' on the Republican ticket.  He might be a dog but he is the man.....because no Democrat is gonna treat the farmers and the laborers right.  Most of these white folk Midwesterners still think that under a Democrat "the rich get richer and the poor get poorer."  Their Grampa back born in 1893, always said this and it's the gospel truth according to Grampa who died in 1939.  Grampa also said, "give the Republicans more money and they will create jobs for everyone and make the poorer more rich".  But.....Grampa died a long time ago.....and does he really know and should his old midwestern white folk thoughts still be carried on through the family....in most rednecks families....yes Grampa's word is still gospel!

I may be a midwestern hick, or a country bumpkin or even a local yokel,  but I ain't no redneck.  And ... I don't always go with the flow of the white folks here...  sometimes I'm sitting on the edge of the wagon..and damn, I'm hoping no redneck pushes me off.

History.....it's good.

Petersburg Watkins Cafe Matchbook

Petersburg Flood 1942 or 1943 or thereabout.

Petersburg flood in 1979

Petersburg Old Water Tower 1954

Quote For The Day

Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.

--John F. Kennedy

It's still hot and my house is still in the drought of these lands, even though we got exactly 100 rain drops yesterday afternoon.  Yes 100....I counted the raindrops on the deck.  It rained a bit more in the town proper, but not enough to even wet the streets.  Now that's the pits.

Today is forecasted for high 90's.  Tomorrow is a forecasted triple number temperature day, with the feel like temps going through the roof.....it feels like crap to me.

Us Central Illinois peeps must have done something really bad to p*ss off old Mother Nature.....she is treating us like a red headed step child....we ain't getting nuttin'!  And it's looking like the same for quite a few more days.  The 20% chances of rain they have in the forecast will most likely result in 0%......so folks, get ready for a hot week....most likely NO rain and bad tempers and stinky armpits.....that's a sure thing!

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Plinkity Plunkity Snipity Flipity

Now that was a mouthful!

Somewhere in my mind there is a phrase going around and around.....it keeps saying "plinkity plunkity snipity flipity".  Don't you just hate it when a song or some other phrase gets stuck in low gear in your mind?!  There's usually no easy way out of it and sometimes just keep listening to that dang phrase going over and over in my mind. 

About the only way I can get it out is to take a nap.  Now, most of the time, I'm willing to do that, but sometimes that nap just isn't possible.  Take for instance if I have company......if I drop off to sleep in front of my guests, they will think I've flipped.  But when I keep hearing that phrase, I begin to think I have flipped.  

One of the other ways I've found I can get rid of horrible stuck thoughts in my mind is to sing.....especially "I'm A Little Teapot".  I even act it out and  show where my handle is and even pour out the spout.  By the time I get to the end of the first verse, my mind is clear.  Except now, instead of having "plinkity, plunkity snipity, flipity, in my mind, I have I'm A Little Teapot.    But.....the teapot song makes a whole lot more sense than the plinkity plunkity phrase which doesn't make a whole lot of sense any way you look at it.

Another thing which usually will help me clear the mind of gosh awful phrases is to start saying the Lord's Prayer.  And at the end, say, Amen...but add "Please Lord, help me get this dang awful  phrase out of my mind".  Keep reciting that prayer....and if you say it enough times, it will not only cleanse your mind of the dang awful phrases like plinkity, plunkity, snipity, flipity,  but it will allow you enough prayer and Lord's House time that you won't have to go to church for at least two weeks.  And if you repeat it enough, you might be free on Sunday mornings for a month.....no church time at all.

You all know that by reading this article and with my constant repeating of the phrase,  I have just transferred my dang awful phrase..... "plinkity, plunkity, snipity, flipity" to your mind.  Your minds now will start saying this over and over.  I can just see a bunch of readers now, standing up and starting the I'm A Little Teapot routine.  Be sure to place your hand on your hip for the handle and bend your elbow and wrist for the spout on the other side. 

Or, maybe you would rather get out of going to church for a few Sundays, so instead, you're reciting the Lord's Prayer over and over again....and with the plea at the end for the Lord to help you rid your mind of the dang awful phrase, "plinkity, plunkity, snipity, flipity".

Thank you readers, my mind is now free of that dang awful phrase....I wrote enough times for my own mind to be sick of it, and my old mind just threw it out.....YAY....clear mind.  At least until the next time a phrase catches up with me.


Old Time Area Pictures...Lincoln

Streetcar at Lincoln's Old Chautauqua

Lincoln State School and Colony Administration Building.

Opened in 1878 as the Asylum For The Feeble Minded.

Eventually was called the Lincoln Developmental Center

and this center closed in 2002.

Lincoln Tiz-Rite Grill and Cities Service Service Station

Southeast of Four Corners....across from fairgrounds

Lincoln's Tiz-Rite Grill Advertisement

This was at the corner of 5th Street and Highway 66 By-Pass.

There was also a gas station beside the grill after it moved to Corner of Route 10 and what is now Business I55...southeast corner of what is called the Four Corners across from the fairgrounds.

Another Tiz-Rite  Grill Menu, Lincoln

Tropics in Lincoln 1950's

Blue Inn 1953. Later became the Heritage Inn.

For years this building sat empty along the Business I55 frontage

road across the highway from McDonald's/Bonanza.  Was demolished in 2002.

Heritage Inn, Lincoln.  Originally was the Blue Inn.

Quote For The Day

Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past

the time when the quo has lost its status.

--Laurence J. Peter

Have you an ultimate dream?  Most people do.  Some realize their ultimate dream, while others don't. 

It has always been said that if you tell your wish, it won't come true, but I don't know if you tell what your ultimate dream is, then that  ultimate dream won't come true.

Some persons ultimate dreams are so far fetched, the dreams most likely will never come to fruition.  While others might have an ultimate dream which could be accomplished in a whizz.

Sometimes I have a multitude of ultimate dreams, some of them I would consider easy fixes/accomplishments while others will most likely never come to life since many others are involved.  I'm going to trust that by telling you some of my ultimate dreams, they will still able to come true event though I told someone....so here goes.

Ultimate Dreams with some which might not come true (just a small amount of my ultimate dreams):

*  To see the human race at peace....all over the world.

*  To live life to the fullest and be able to remain positive all of my life.

*  To realize my pursuit of blissful happiness.

*  To become a photographer.

*  To become a celebrated author.

*  To own a successful place of business.

*  To become filthy rich.

*  To become beautiful...well at least with fewer face sags and a skinny body.

My Most ultimate dream is to have an easy life, with no hardships and ability to live life to the fullest with a painless death which is easy and quick with a peaceful atmosphere surrounding me.

Just follow your heart....it's the way to have your ultimate dream come true.  I sincerely hope you can someday accomplish some of your ultimate dreams.  I plan to.  

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Too Hot For Much of Anything

It's really hot in Central Illinois

Today and tomorrow ought to be a good test for our stamina.  It depends on what station you listen to and what web site you go to but the prediction is H-O-T!!  Both today and tomorrow the prediction is around 104 - 105 with feel like 110.  Now that is hot! 

So I'm going to do just a short note here to keep as cool as you can and drink, drink, drink and then drink some more.  And please make sure your pets or other animals who might be outside have plenty of water and a place to get in the shade.

Have a good weekend and see you next week when it's cooler!

And if your car air conditioner breaks, you could always do this!

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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In view of the busy summer, I have been posting two times weekly and sometimes and extra picture or joke only post.  This has certainly lessened my summertime work load.  I appreciate your continued following even though I have cut the number of posts.  The number of readers has greatly increased and I personally want to thank you for the all time record number of views.

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