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interstate, the creek makes a moderate fifth of a mile loop to the south. High
on the left, just beyond the overpass and above the Old St. Ambrose Pike,
stands the large American Foursquare that served for many years as the
farmhouse to the Robinson place. A short distance to the right of that house is
the original barn from the days of the Burner family, previous owners of the
farm. The structure is supported by a foundation of massive cut stones while
the rafters are supported by a framework of large timbers. The center bay is
open to the roof, but on each side is a hay mow where loose hay was stored for
winter use of the dairy cattle that once lived there.
“accident” once occurred in that old barn; Rolf Burner, the owner of the farm,
went out one morning to feed and milk his cows, but never came back. When the
family went looking for him, he was in the basement of the old barn, dead from
a 30 foot fall down the hay-hole up in the mow. Years later, a local
ne’er-do-well told Iva Day that “Ol’ Man Burner” forbade his courting his
daughter, so he “thanked” the elder gentleman by “helping” him down the
bought the place from Burner’s heirs and lived there many years. There were a
couple divorces and remarriages in the family and the farm ended up in the
hands of John Perry, one of Robinson’s step grandsons. Perry had wed a city
girl from Charleville and brought her to live in the beautiful old farmhouse.
However, she had no appreciation for the historic home and demanded that he
build her a new brick home. Unwilling to tear down the old place, Perry built
her new home between, but behind, the old house and the ancient barn. He and
his wife now live happily in what looks like a brick garage apartment on a
nearly vertical hillside while the beautiful old foursquare is inhabited by
About a third of
the way around the previously mentioned loop of the creek is the site of an old
swimming hole. Generations of area youngsters (and quite a few adults) have
dove from the creek banks or swung on ropes tied to overhanging sycamore limbs
to drop into the deep milky-green water below. The water there is shaded by the
sycamores and, in the days before the interstate, you could find a good breeze
There, too, was
the first of three swinging bridges that spanned Waddington at one time. It was
built by George Robinson to reach the part of the farm across the creek when
high water at the ford was too deep to wade. The current owner walks across the
interstate bridge when the creek is up so that he can feed his cattle, thus
getting some use out of the otherwise aggravating structure in front of his
The creek travels
a little east of south, abutting the interstate, for about a third of a mile
before it dog-legs northeast as it rounds the point of Mount Zion Hill. In
doing so, it encircles what remains of the Ray Snyder place. Snyder used the
small farm to fatten cattle that he’d bought to butcher for his meat market in
Newport. Perhaps five acres remain around the Federal Revival farmhouse; the
interstate got all the rest except for another little piece at the back of the
farm which the interstate left landlocked. Snyder retired soon afterward. Uncle
Sam never pays market value when he steals a man’s property, so there wasn’t
enough money from the theft to buy another farm, thus the interstate basically
caused the closing of his business in town.
Across the road
from the Snyder place, a narrow concrete driveway cuts a steep angle up Mount
Zion Hill. The hill unofficially sports that name in honor of the Mount Zion
United Methodist Church at its summit. A
couple oak-shaded acres behind the church once served as the Methodist camp for
the area. Eve Day, once a member of the community, went there some in the 30’s
and remembers the old army-style canvas wall tents, his and hers outhouses, the
hand-pump on the well and the campfires. Kids really “camped” at church camps
back in those days, and Eve came clear from Worth County to do it.
The church had
once been a hub of community activity, with many of the valley folk celebrating
all their religious rites there before being laid to rest in the quiet hilltop
cemetery. Sadly, it became dominated by two families who constantly bickered
over control. The only time they voted in sync was when it looked like they’d
lose control if they didn’t. Eventually, most members grew weary of the
situation and went elsewhere or nowhere. As a result, a church that was often
crowded during services is closed today.
In front of the
church, the cemetery covers about half an acre; the names of the valley’s
settlers are prominent there. Most graves are marked, some aren’t. Over the
years, worshipers have occasionally arrived on Sunday morning to discover a new
grave, though no one asked for permission or informed the trustees of the new
If you travel the
length of the cemetery and then drop over the hill, you’ll find yourself at the
“end of the pavement;” of course only the old-timers know the term. Newport is located in the
Newport Voting District of Stone County. Back in the days of yore, the Old St.
Ambrose Pike was paved with brick out to the district line; from there the road
The gravel marked
the beginning of Federal Voting District as well as the western border of the
Wesley Anderson place. The farm was one of the original holdings of the
Anderson clan and was probably a full section (640 acres) in the beginning.
Some land had been sold off through the years, yet 400 acres still remained
when Wes inherited the place. He ran a dairy and a small sawmill operation for
most of his life, but as he grew older he gave up the dairy and sawmill to
switch to beef cattle. The place was purchased by R.W. Winterfield a few years
before the death of Wes at age 91. Copyright 2008
I noticed a strange line in the paperwork, when my
wife signed up with Aspen Dental. It said something like she had the “right” to
accept free services from them, or something like that. So, we were told that
the first visit was free, which included an inspection and x-rays. Then we got
a bill for it in the mail. Their response was “Oh that’s not REALLY a bill,
just ignore it.” So, we did.
After the missus had her first work done and paid
for it, we got a statement showing her payment, but still asking for the
original amount they tried billing us for the “FREE” first visit. My guess is
that as long as we do business with them, this item will be on every statement.
I believe they’re hoping some folks will pay it without thinking and they’re
money ahead. Other folks may give in and pay it just because they get sick of
seeing it every statement. Either way, if it’s being done on purpose, it’s
If you use Aspen and have had a similar experience,
My name is Jose Garcia Acosta. I am a United States Navy Chief. I am also Apache as my grandfather is from the Mescalero Apache tribe. Someone said it is disgraceful for me to wear a uniform for the USA if I am Native American. Let me tell you this. I am Apache and American. We do not come up with excuses not to serve or go to battle for our people. I served with many great people and many gave of their last breath for what they believed. So you sit back and come up with all the cowardly excuses you can to avoid serving, but don't you freaking dare tell me I should be ashamed of serving. I served for all people. I served alongside great African Americans that still experience racism, but serve to protect our people against the enemies that do not distinguish race when they murder Americans. I served and know many Native Americans that served and some died bravely in battle while you cowardly insult us. There maybe issues in this country that need addressing, but this country needs brave people to stand up instead of look for excuses. I am United States Navy Chief Jose Garcia Acosta. Proud to be American and prouder to be Mescalero Apache. If you have a problem with that, let me know or better let's meet in person. Perhaps you will come up with another excuse why you can't. Taken from Facebook. -
I was talking online with a lady from England, and
she asked me to explain these strange American anomalies for her and her
friends. I gave her the short version, which follows:
are catch-phrases used by liberals seeking another excuse for victimhood.
Liberalism has been PROVEN by scientists to be a form of mental disease as the
liberals utterly REFUSE to accept reality. You will never hear a conservative
whining about cultural appropriation or micro-aggression. So tell your friends
that an AMERICAN says that HALF of America is utterly INSANE and that,
unfortunately, that includes the media who reports all such garbage.”
There IS a bit more
to be said about it, though. Let’s take cultural appropriation first. The term
is simply used to categorize one person making use of something that was not
original to his/her culture. Examples would be white boys “singing” rap, or
white people wearing dreadlocks. There’s a disgusting amount of both, and both
nauseate me as much as black folks doing the same thing (singing rap and
wearing dreadlocks). Other things that have brought complaints, usually from
unrelated third parties, are white folks running “Mexican” or Oriental
restaurants, or Hawaiian coffee houses. Also, using American Indian (OOPS! NATIVE
AMERICAN) names for ball teams or housing developments. The important thing to
remember is that only WHITE people can be guilty of cultural appropriation. All
other races can do what they darn well please.
it’s usually the liberal whites who raise the most fuss about it. They seem to
have some perverse guilt about the white race being the most culturally
successful for the last 1000 years or so and want to make things “equal” by not
allowing whites to make use of anything done by other races. Funny, they
certainly are smart enough to make use of anything the whites have originated!
If there was no such thing as cultural appropriate, Og’s neighbors would have
continued living under bushes after his tribe moved into caves. After all, to
follow his lead would have been the dreaded and dastardly “cultural
appropriation.” That means we would nearly ALL still be living under bushes,
knowledge from other tribes, races gained knowledge from other races. The Greeks
adapted some of the knowledge of people they conquered. The Romans took the
knowledge they got from the Greeks and built on it. Traders brought knowledge
from the orient and incorporated that knowledge into European society. Nations stole
and traded knowledge to and from other nations during the renaissance and
civilization prospered by leaps and bounds. The anti-cultural appropriation
folks, however, would have us all go back to living under bushes, at least the
white folks among us. Bull pucky! I’ll do what I darn well please and copy
anyone I want to copy, and they can do the same, as long as we don’t do
anything illegal, hurt one another physically or purposely defame the other person
in the process.
Now, as for
micro-aggression, that ridiculous term is simply a more vague and meaningless
version of “hate speech.” As you probably know, hate speech is anything with
which a liberal disagrees. They are very delicate and easily offended people
(except when they’re tearing down statues, burning buildings and beating up
prayer groups) and can’t bear to hear anything which contradicts their
ill-thought-out beliefs. The term is simply another way to shut up the opposition,
stop open discussion or interaction, or shame anyone who is either white or
A white guy wearing a
cotton shirt might remind some black chic that her great-great grandpappy
picked cotton, so it is therefore a micro-aggression. It doesn’t matter if the
white dude’s great-great grandpappy picked cotton, too. The white guy is
guilty, period. Also, some white chick wearing dreadlocks is both a case of
cultural appropriation AND a micro-aggression, since she’s using her “white privilege”
to prove she can appropriate anything she wants. A man leaving his top shirt
button unfastened can be a micro-aggression towards his female coworkers,
unless he shaves his chest hair, so it won’t show. Otherwise, his masculinity
might intimidate the females around him. There’s no stopping place for such
Personally, I believe
there is a much more powerful force behind all this than stupid liberal garden-variety
whiners. I think this is all an attempt to do away with the self worth of the
individual and group pride and identity. But then what do I know, I’m a micro
(or maxi) aggressive white male who studies Indian craft and woods lore!
Ralph Goff, one of my fellow bloggers who lives in Saskatchewan, commented on the irony of it being warmer at his place than here in the Mid-Ohio Valley. I told him that it had happened before, though. About 30 years ago, I think, The Army sent troops from Florida up to Alaska for winter training. Strangely enough, the jet stream swung down next to Florida and froze their oranges, while Alaska had some of the warmest winter weather they'd had in years. It was actually warmer in Alaska than Florida!
Sent to my Grandma at Parkersburg, West Virginia from my granddad who was working at Lancaster, Ohio as a rig-building contractor. The rock is apparently still in existence, as I found it online, but they've attached some sort of witches tale to it now, I suppose to enhance tourism among the lower classes. A rural road continues in the same location, but it's paved these days.
I just got a surprise electric bill from MON POWER- the GOOD kind! I owe them ZERO dollars! Now their bill is so unclearly designed that I can't tell if they over-charged me, or if they've been doing estimated billing and got ahead of themselves. Regardless, cold weather is a good time to get a zero bill.
The funny thing is that their bills are sort of "one size fits all," because there on the left side, they warn me that if I don't pay my zero bill on time, I'll be zapped with a 2% late fee.
Even MORE interesting is that the line below THAT wishes me a joyous "holiday season" from everyone at MON POWER!
These were sent to my granddad while he was working in Joker, West Virginia, by my grandma at Parkersburg. I don't think either had been to this place, so I guess Grandma had just picked the postcards up someplace, or else someone had given them to her.
Looked it up and I suspect this was the last incarnation of the place.