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Posted on 09/27/2005 10:28:13 PM PDT by snippy_about_it
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Aug 15, 2005 The Athens Event.
Note: This wonderful journal shared with us from Lee Heggy will be covered over a three day period. Please read and enjoy as Lee travels to Athens Missouri for one of his many re-enacting engagements. Thank you so much Lee for being part of our Foxhole family and sharing your tales with us.
There is re-enacting
and then there is something different. The public part of what goes on at these events is usually quite straight-forward. It is meant to be fun and educational, as well as profitable for the local historical societies and the various vendors and crafters. The public watches a recreation of an actual event that may last an hour or two. They have a few hotdogs buy a rag rug or something from a crafter then get in their air-conditioned automobiles and go home. The participants in the event are there for as long as three or four days and they stay in character living in the 19th century. In that respect this little deal wasn't out of the ordinary, but I get ahead of myself...
Carl, the red-haired, mutton-chopped banjo player of our group picked me up on Friday morning and we set off for Athens, Missouri. We coursed north of the Missouri River taking state highways through little towns and enjoying the glorious country all around. The day was cool and clear. Whenever we saw something of interest or that had the possibility of being interesting, we would stop and take a look.
America has become a gigantic yard sale in the rural places that were once more densely populated. I've noticed over the last few years that many of the old farmsteads are now uninhabited or that the folks who live on the land have abandoned the old farmhouse in favor of a doublewide. With the cost of repair to an old structure, I can certainly understand the issue of having the modern comfort of an economical substitute over the old drafty and leaky house from 1910 or older. Still though it's kind of sad to see the old places falling down to ruin sitting next to a shiny new metal barn building and prefab home of no distinct character. I grew up in a stone house that had been built by hand to last a hundred years, and it almost did. I have great empathy for these old places where people lived, loved, struggled and died for generations.
We drove for about six hours and finally made it to Keokuk Iowa. There we provisioned ourselves with dried fruit, granola and other sundry items. We also looked for a place to have a drink and found this tiny little bar on a side street. The air conditioner above the door was dripping water on the threshold and the neon Coors light was flickering in the small dark window. "Perfect!" exclaimed Carl as he hopped out of his truck. After being baptized at the door, we entered. Until my eyes adjusted, all I could see was an expanse of dark shiny bar surface and the glimmer of a jukebox off to the left.
We pulled out a couple of ancient bar stools and sat down waiting for the bar tendress to notice us. She was busy talking about her dyspepsia or something to an elderly gent in overhauls, sporting a John Deere cap that looked as though it had been dipped in 30-weight oil. She straightened up, turned to us and inquired as to what we wished - all the time flashing a grin that revealed her distrust of dentistry and her fondness for liberally applied fire engine red lipstick.
I told her, "Well Paula, we'd like to have a drink or two." (I knew her name since it was emblazoned across her more than ample bosom in script letters fashioned from those sparkly things that are applied with that stapling device that was popular several decades ago with the fashion challenged.)
"Beer or something stronger?"
I asked her if they had any scotch. She looked a bit puzzled and then took a flashlight and checked the stocks below the bar. "Is this th stuff?' she asked holding up a dusty bottle of Dewars.
"Yep" I replied. She seemed relieved by that. Then she took a magic marker and marked the level on the bottle, sat it down in front of me and went to find a shot glass. I had a bottle of water with me so I didn't worry her with finding a second glass. With a deft flip of her wrist, she slid the glass down the bar stopping right in front of me. Running my finger on the rim I discovered a small chip so I turned it away from my lips.
Giving her a questioning look she winked and said, "Hep yourself honey." Then she tended to Carl who just asked for a beer since he was driving. He also asked if there was a good place to get a bite to eat nearby. She said that there was burger places out on the highway and a Chinese place down on the main drag. Then she gestured towards the end of the bar. On a platter was a huge hunk of what could only have been government cheese surrounded with a pile of saltines.
I've known Carl to eat almost anything, and he probably would have taken the dare, but on closer inspection he would have had to arm-wrestle the hulk wearing camos cutting chunks off and eating from his knife. It was a rather large knife at that. We hadn't even noticed him till now and his glances at us made me nervous. He could keep the cheese, thank you.
I had a couple of shots and asked how much and she said, " Well, we don't sell much of that stuff you been having...I reckon three dollahs for that and a dollah-fifty fo the beer will do." With that we left a generous tip, and avoiding eye contact with the regulars, made our exit to the strains of Hank Snow singing "Daddy, Whats a Train?"
On the way out I noticed they still had their Christmas decorations up and the tiny lights were on but most of them were burnt out. Once outside in the daylight I looked to see what the name of the joint was we had just been in. Inexpertly painted on the bricks above the leaking air conditioner was 'THE TEE PEE LOUNGE--OCCUPANCY 45'. My kind of bar....
Next. Kahoka Missouri and on to Athens... and 1861
Hey Lee, now you're published!
I certainly do live in the wrong part of the country.
LOL. Look what we're missin'.
Good Job Snippy.
Thanks Lee for letting us share your journal with the Foxhole. :-)
Good morning, Snippy and everyone at the Freeper Foxhole.
Good morning Snippy, Sam and every one.
From left to right, Staff Sgt. Josie E. Harshe, flight engineer; Capt. Anita T. Mack, navigator; 1st Lt. Siobhan Couturier, pilot; Capt. Carol J. Mitchell, aircraft commander; and loadmasters Tech. Sgt. Sigrid M. Carrero-Perez and Senior Airman Ci Ci Alonzo, pause in the cargo bay of their C-130 for a group photo following their historic flight. U.S. Air Force photo
|September 28, 2005
Marching Into A Closet
Author and pastor Stuart Briscoe writes about a funeral for a war veteran in which the man's military buddies had a role in the service. The friends requested that the minister lead them to the casket for a moment of silence. They would then follow the pastor out a side door.
The plan was carried out with military precisionuntil the minister marched them into a broom closet. The soldiers had to make an awkward retreat.
That pastor made an honest mistake, but it illustrates that leaders must know where they are going. As go the leaders, so go the followers.
The apostle Paul left Titus on the island of Crete to establish a witness for Jesus Christ. Titus was to appoint leaders for the growing band of believers. Except for preaching the gospel, nothing Titus did for the Christians on Crete was more important than finding the right leadership for them.
Church leaders are to meet the standards set forth in Titus 1:6-9 and guide others to greater maturity in their relationship with Christ. And followers must lovingly hold their spiritual leaders accountable to those goals.
Whether you're leading or following, know where you're goingor you may end up in a closet. Haddon Robinson
The only leader worth following is one who is following Christ.
Dear Sam and Snippy, thank you so much! If words could blush...My journal is actually a series of observations. Short little scribbles that jog my memory later when I'm putting it down as a narrative. It takes me a while to parse it out with correct syntax and grammar and like most things there is always something to edit or change every time I read it. This little story is fairly well fleshed out and all the characters and events are as happened. My style of writing is similar to several other Missouri writers such as Vance Randolph and Jack Conroy. It's like painting a picture with words. I hope that those who read this piece will get a glimpse of the mid-west as seen through the eyes of a native son. Call us 'pukes' or 'slop-bucket dutch', it doesn't matter. I'm still proud to be a Missourian.
I agree! It was fun reading it wasn't it...and it isn't over yet, two more days. This kind of story tellin' is informative and entertaining.Good job Lee.
By the way, I'm sure Lee will read all the comments but I must say I forgot to add that a while back Lee had us change his freep name to add a 123 at the back of his name "Lee Heggy 123". I think he's forgotten his password for just "Lee Heggy". Don't you hate when that happens.
Stay tuned, this is one interesting journal.
Nice read . . . thanks . . . brings back fond memories of livin' in Dixie.
Well boy howdy, look who dropped in. ;-)
Almost forgot . . . XOXOX!
On This Day In History
Birthdates which occurred on September 28:
0551BC Confucius (as celebrated in Taiwan)
0106BC Pompey (Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus) Rome, warrior
1785 David Walker Wilmington NC, a black born free
1820 Fredrich Engels, socialist who collaborated with Karl Marx on The Communist Manifesto and Das Kapital.
1824 Francis Turner Palgrave Eng, poet (Golden Treasury)/prof (Oxford)
1839 Frances Willard founded Women's Christian Temperance Union
1849 Dudley Allen Sargent US, physician/educator (Harvard U gymnasium)
1852 Henri Moissan France, chemist; isolated fluorine (Nobel 1906)
1856 Edward Thompson US archeologist who explored Mayan ruins
1856 Kate Douglas Wiggins author (Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm)
1880 Ralph Edward Flanders Barnet VT, (Sen-VT)
1882 Jack Fournier 2nd baseman (1917-18 NY Yankees)
1885 Wilbur 'Lefty' Good pitcher (NY Yankees, 1905)
1887 Avery Brundage AAU & International Olympic Committee president
1901 William S Paley founder & chairman (CBS)
1902 Ed Sullivan TV variety show host/gossip columnist (Ed Sullivan Show)
1905 Max Schmeling Germany, world heavyweight boxing champ (1930-32)
1905 William Northam Austria, yachtsman (Olympic-gold-1964)
1907 Glen (Turk) Edwards NFL tackle (Boston/Washington Redskins)
1907 Heikki Savolainen Finland, pommel horse gymnast (Olympic-gold-1948)
1909 Al Capp(Alfred Gerald Caplin) New Haven Ct, cartoonist (Li'l Abner)
1913 Alice Marble tennis player (US Open 1936, 1938-40)
1913 Vivian Fine Chicago Ill, composer (Women in the Garden)
1916 Peter Finch actor (Network, Windom's Way, Raid on Entebbe)
1917 Michael Somes England, ballet dancer (Royal Ballet in London)
1919 Thomas Harmon football player/sportscaster (Heisman winner)
1923 William Windom NYC, actor (Farmer's Daughter, Murder She Wrote)
1924 Marcello Mastroianni actor (8«, La Dolce Vita)
1925 Arnold Stang Mass, comedian/actor (Broadside, Milton Berle, Top Cat)
1925 Seymour Cray inventor (Cray I computer)
1926 Jerry Clower Amite County Miss, country comedian (Nashville on Road)
1933 Madeleine M Kunin Switzerland (Gov-D-Vt), 1st Jewish gov of Vermont
1934 Brigitte Bardot Paris France, sex kitten (And God Created Women)
1938 Ben E King NC, singer (Stand by Me)
1940 Alexander S Ivanchenkov cosmonaut (Soyuz 29, T-6)
1941 Charley Taylor NFL wide receiver/running back (Wash Redskin)
1943 Gertrud "Traudl" Hecher Austria, downhill skier (Olympic-bronze-1960)
1943 Joel Higgins Bloomington Ill, actor (Salvage 1, Silver Spoons)
1946 Herbert Jefferson Jr Jersey City NJ, actor (Battlestar Galactica)
1948 Helen Shapiro London England, rocker (Straighten Up)
1948 Marielle Goitschel France, slalom (Olympic-gold-1968)
1948 Phil Hartman comedian (SNL)
1952 Sylvia Kristel Holland, actress (Emmanuelle, Priv School for Girls)
1954 Steve Largent wide receiver (Seattle Seahawks)
1958 Lory Del Santo Verona Italy, (Miss Italy-1980)
1961 Anne White Charleston WV, tennis (Wore spandex in '85 Wimbledon)
1962 Luis Enrique spanish singer (Luces del Alma)
1967 Moon Unit Zappa rocker (Valley Girl), Frank's daughter
1968 Carr Otis SF Calif, actress (Wild Orchid)
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