Saturday, November 10, 2018

Dee Gibson Roles, R.I.P.

This was taken last month at the annual Ray Researchers' Reunion.
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My friend Dee Gibson Roles died yesterday.  We both are/were genealogical hounds.  We have in common the Ray family of Macon County, North Carolina.  Not only was she a great researcher but because of her and a few like her, Ray family researchers had an annual reunion of their own in the Iolta/Burningtown Community every year.

On Facebok she was quick to share ironic cartoons and interesting items.  She was a giver and sharer, not a taker.

Health-wise, the past several years has not been easy for her, she has had one serious aliment after another.  I think a couple years ago, if I remember correctly, she had a transplant. 

Maybe now she is pain- free and is getting to meet some of her folks she has been researching.

Friday, November 09, 2018

The Homeless Man At Krogers






We have been shopping weekly at the same Kroger’s Grocery Store for years.

We are retired, so we are not on a routine to buy groceries a certain day.  For the past half year or so, almost every time we go, no matter what day it is, we see a certain man walking the aisles.

He always wears the same denims,  He appears to be in his late 30s.  The aimless way he walks around the store with out picking anything up makes me think he is homeless.

On the walk in front of Krogers there is swing set for sale.  A couple of times I have seen him sitting in the wring reading a very thick and bad-shape paperback book.

Another time I saw him running down a hill on a sidewalk headed in the direction of Krogers.  Was he late?  Late for what?

I wonder why he finds comfort in Kroger’s?  I think I would at least pick a store that had plenty of free samples.

Today, after loading the groceries in he car I retune the shopping cart to the walk in front of the store.  He was sitting in the swing reading a Bible.

I spoke to him for the first time.  I said, “Howdy!” or something like that.

He said, “God Bless you and be careful out there.”
I wish I had slipped him some money.

Thursday, November 08, 2018

Throwback Thursday: Butterball and the Chicken Farmer





Throwback Thursday.  Butterball and the Chicken Farmer.

Most evenings my little circle of friends met at the E.M Club about 5 pm, that is when Happy Hour started  But because of rotating duty and other commitments not everybody came every night.  One evening when everybody had something to do me, instead of drinking alone I decided to go to the nearby town or township or Lakewood and see a movie. 

At that time there were no four-lanes to Lakewood, it was all country roads with many farms, including large chicken farms.

At the city limits sign of the township of Lakewood there was  an interesting sign under the city limits sign.  It said, “All criminals must register”.
If a criminal who believes in going by rules  registered, I wonder if there is a special “Criminal Registration” form they would fill out.  Like what crime do  you  specialize in.  They could put in street-mugging; robbing banks; embezzlement; raping, and any other unlawful  activity.

Back to my Throwback Thursday:  Out on New Jersey country roads between Lakehurst and Lakewood I decided to drop in a little roadside bar and grill and have a drink.  I sat at the bar.
Back in the mid-1960s many bars had video jukeboxes.  The video jukeboxes provided the music, you did not to pay for a band and you got the quarters at the end of the night,.

At the bar sitting next to me was a woman who looked like she had lived a hard life and her rough-looking husband who did not smile – he glared.

I, being neighborly, said “Hi” to the couple.  She warmly said “Hi” back.  I asked them did they live around there, she said they did.  Her husband was a chicken farmer.  He nodded his head.  Enough said, he thought.

After a drink she became more talkative.  She said they were there celebrating being married 30 years.  I congratulated them.  She smiled and cried, saying she has been trying to get her husband to dance with her but he wouldn’t.

By then, I felt we were drinking buddies, I jokingly told her husband, “Common Jack, get out and dance with your wife for your anniversary!”

He glared at me and said, “You dance with her Butterball!”

I gave a nervous laugh."Na, I got two left feed."

He said, “I mean it, dance Butterrball!  Dance!  You better!”

I told them to excuse me, nature was calling.  I chuckled as I got off my stool.

I walked towards the restrooms door and then walked past it, out the front door and broke into a run to my car.

And Butterball sped away.

Monday, November 05, 2018

Rare as Duck Teeth





Ducks do not have teeth.  If you see Donald Duck with teeth you know they used Photoshop.



Lookee! My Ancestor Was On The Mayflower!





Hunter and Tysons Cousins Claim to Fame (again):
We can brag saying our ancestor was on the Mayflower.  I told you in a previous post that I discovered one of Tyson ancestors, Desire Doty’s 3rd husband, Alexander Standish was the son Miles (Myles) Standish.  This morning I googled Desire Doty’s father Edward Dotyi and discovered he came to America on the Mayflower.  He was a servant to Stephan Hopkins but coming on the Mayflower is something.
Records show he was something of a hell raiser. But again, he did arrive on the Mayflower.
While Googling Edward Doty I came across a Society of Edward Doty which consists of members who have proof they are directly descended.  If you feel the need to belong to something go for it.



About Edward Doty, "Mayflower" Passenger
·        "The first of the family in America was Edward Doty, who came when but a youth in the Mayflower in 1620. He joined the Pilgrims at London and came with them to Plymouth, Mass. He married Faith Clark in 1635 and their children were William, Faith, Edward, John, Thomas, Samuel, Desire, Mary Elizabeth, Isaac and Joseph."
·        Edward Dotey "of London" was a "Mayflower" passenger as apprentice to Stephen Hopkins, and signed the Mayflower Compact.  
·        His alleged baptisms  -  1599, Shropshire, England; 14 May 1598, St Mary le Strand, Thurburton Hills, England - were exposed as fictional by Neil D. Thompson, The American Genealogist 66 (1988), p. 215.
·        According to Gov. Bradford's "increasings and gleanings," he was married in England to a woman whose name is not known.  He married in Plymouth to Faith Clarke (about 1617-1675), daughter of Thurston & Faith Clarke.  They had 9 children.
·        He fought New England's  first duel with fellow servant Edward Leister in 1621; both were sentenced to 24 hours of punishment by having head and feet tied together for 24 hours, fasting.  With the help of their master, Governor Bradford released them within an hour.  
Family
·       Parents: unknown (see ancestral summary, below)
Married
1.      to an unknown woman; no children.
2.      January 06, 1633/34, Plymouth Colony to Faith Clark, daughter of Thurston Clark and Faith.  9 children
Children of Edward Doty and Faith Clark: 
1.      Desire Doty, b. Abt. 1646, Plymouth, Mass, d. January 22, 1729/30, Marshfield, Plymouth, Mass.
2.      Edward Doty, b. Bef. 1637, Plymouth, Mass, d. February 08, 1689/90, Plymouth Harbor (drowned).
3.      John Doty, b. Abt. 1640, Plymouth, Mass, d. May 08, 1701, Plymouth, Mass.
4.      Thomas Doty, b. Abt. 1642, Plymouth, Mass., d. Abt. December 04, 1678, Plymouth, Mass..
5.      Samuel Doty, b. Abt. 1644, Plymouth, Mass, d. 1715, Piscataway, N. J..
6.      Elizabeth Doty, b. Abt. 1647, Plymouth, Mass, d. April 07, 1742, Marshfield, Mass.
7.      Isaac Doty, b. February 08, 1648/49, Plymouth, Mass, d. Aft. January 07, 1727/28, Oyster Bay, New York.
8.      Joseph Doty, b. April 30, 1651, Plymouth, Mass, d. Abt. 1732, Rochester, Mass.
9.      Mary Doty, b. Abt. 1653, Plymouth, Mass, d. Bef. June 13, 1728.
Biography
Edward Doty came on the Mayflower in 1620 as a servant to Stephen Hopkins and was apparently still a servant in 1623 when the Division of Land was held, indicating he was under the age of 25 during that time.  He signed the Mayflower Compact in November 1620, so he was likely over 21 at the time.  This narrows his likely birth date to around 1597-1599.  
Doty had a lot of spunk and energy. He made the decision to take the Mayflower voyage as a teenager. He was extremely independent, and wasn't afraid to take chances. He is said to have jumped off of a small boat used by exploring by the Mayflower captain and crew to claim an island in the Doty name. This was, of course, an unappreciated prank. The custom was that land was discovered, claimed and named by much older and established men who would be rowed to shore and allowed to plant a flag and say a few words.
Edward Doty is also recorded as a contentious man, and was often getting himself in minor trouble with the law. On 18 June 1621 he made history by fighting a duel with Edward Leister, which would become the Colony's first (and only) duel. A duel over honor. Luckily, neither were seriously injured, and both were subsequently punished by the elders by being sentenced to having their heels tied to their neck for a day. However, their punishment was cut very short as the two became friends during the ordeal.
Records show Edward Doty was in court on a number of occasions, mostly in civil disputes which now seem quite humorous. On 2 January 1632/3, Edward Doty was sued by three different people: John Washburn, Joseph Rogers, and William Bennett. It all appears to have been a disagreement about a trade of some hogs; John Washburn's case was thrown out, Joseph Rogers was awarded four bushels of corn. In William Bennett's case, Edward Doty was found guilty of slander, and fined 50 shillings. Two years later it seems Edward Doty started a boxing career, in March 1633/4, Edward Doty was fined 9 shillings and 11 pence for drawing blood in a fight with Josias Cooke. In January 1637/8, Doty was fined for punching George Clarke during a dispute. 
In 1639, Edward Doty posted "bail" for John Coombes, who was charged with giving out poisoned drinks. There were a number of other civil disputes and court matters that Edward Doty was involved with. And however strong in personality, Edward Doty was involved in simple civil disputes and was never in any serious official trouble. If you were a friend of Edward Doty you had a friend for life. But on the other hand, he was not a man to cross.
Edward Doty was a family man. He started a long line of descendants that were the first setttlers of this land that became the USA. Most all with the last name of Doty, Dotey, Doute, Doughty, Dotton and Dotten are descended from Edward Doty of the Mayflower. Perhaps it is the pride we have in our Pilgrim ancestors. They were a courageous group, with strong convictions and determination, ready to risk their lives to cross the Atlantic and land on unfamiliar soil, a wilderness. Our Pilgrims were people we can look up to, and they were our ancestors. Maybe we take pride in the accomplishments of the Pilgrims. It might be their faith in God that attracts us to honor them. There were Bible reading, praying Christians, not afraid to voice their faith. Perhaps unknowingly, the Pilgrims set the stage for religious freedom on this continent. Their goal was to worship God, as they thought right, following God's word, not the dictations of the established church. The Mayflower Compact, the first written declaration of self-government, was the genesis of the Constitution of the United States. And, that Plymouth Colony, except for Jamestown, is the oldest permanent European settlement on our East Coast. 
Ancestry
The ancestry of Edward Doty is unknown. He came on the Mayflower as an apprentice ("servant") to Stephen Hopkins. The Mormon's I.G.I. says Edward Doty was born in Shropshire, England on 14 May 1598, but this record is complete fiction. [For more information on this hoax, see The American Genealogist 63:215]. 
Some sources claim he was baptized on 14 May 1598 in either Dudlick, Shropshire or "Thurburton Hills", Suffolk.  I have investigated these in English records, and found both to be complete hoaxes.  
However, there is a real Edward Doty baptized on 3 November 1600 at East Halton, Lincolnshire, England, son of Thomas Doty.  The Doty families of East Halton are regularly using the names Thomas, Edward, and John: the first three names Mayflower passenger Edward Doty assigned to his first three children.  Even if this particular Edward Doty is not the Mayflower passenger himself, I strongly suspect the true Mayflower passenger will be found amongst this general Lincolnshire Doty family
Another entry, which is circulated widely on the internet and is also on the 1994 I.G.I. addendum is that he was baptized 14 May 1598 in St. Mary le Strand, Thurburton Hills, Suffolk, England, son of John. This is just a perversion of the fictional Shropshire origins, and this record is, again, completely mythical. To begin with, there is no such place as Thurburton Hills, Suffolk. Further, the parish of St. Mary le Strand is in London not Suffolk, and contains absolutely no baptismal entries for any Edward Doty's from 1595 to 1600. 
There are no fewer than eight known genuine Edward Doty baptisms that occurred between 1585 and 1605, but none have been conclusively identified as the Edward Doty of the Mayflower. 
Edward was an apprentice (servant) to Stephen Hopkins, and apprentices could not generally get married until their contract term was up. William Bradford, in his journal Of Plymouth Plantation, states in early 1651 "But Edward Doty by a second wife hath seven children, and both he and they are living." Doty's first marriage must have occurred in Plymouth sometime after he was released from his contract with Hopkins (which apparently occurred between 1623 and 1627). 
Descendants
1.      Edward, son of the immigrant Edward, married Sarah Faunce in 1663. Their children were, Edward, Sarah, John, Martha, Elizabeth, Patience, Mercy, Samuel, and Benjamin.
2.      John, son of the immigrant Edward, was father of John, Edward, Jacob, Elizabeth, Isaac, Samuel, Elisha, Josiah, and Martha.
3.      Thomas son of the immigrant Edward, resided in Middleton and was father of Hannah and Thomas.
4.       Samuel, son of the immigrant Edward , who moved to New Jersey, was father of Samuel, Sarah, Isaac, Edward, James, Jonathan, Benjamin, Elizabeth, Joseph, Daniel, Margaret, John, and Nathaniel, this Samuel and his descendents frequently spelled their name Doughty.
5.      Isaac,son of the immigrant Edward, frequently used the Doughty form, moved to New York and was father of Isaac, Joseph, Jacob, Solomon, James, and Samuel.
6.       Joseph 1, youngest son of the immigrant Edward, resided at Rochester, Mass. His children were Theophilus, Elizabeth, Ellis, Joseph, Deborah, John, Mercy, Faith, and Mary.





Sunday, November 04, 2018

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HELP's WAY OUT by Arnold Roth



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Remember Arnold Roth?  I think he was a jazz musician, and might still be.  He was also an artist for Harvey Kurtzman's TRUMP, HUMBUG,  and HELP.  After they folded he became an artist for MAD, which he has been for years and years..  His style is so unique he also was known for his unique art on record albums.  

The above cartoon was in the first issue of HELP magazine.

Saturday, November 03, 2018

Willow and her Internal Clock





Willow has an internal clock.  At 5:22pm exactly every evening she starts following us around whining.   It is her dinner time.   The same at 10 pm she starts trying to herd us to bed.

I just asked her did she know to set her internal clock back one hour tonight.

Benjamin and the Gobbling s Halloween 2018

Photos by Benjamin's parents Sabrina and Rocky









Friday, November 02, 2018

Listen Carefully





This morning at the pool I asked the lifeguard, almost my age how was his Halloween.  I should have remembered that he is always looking for someone to talk to, he started telling me. He started and at his first pause  I gave I nodded and shoved off swimming.  I went down the lane and back.  When I returned he was waiting to continue the his talk. 

Due to pumps, fans, and what the roar of the swimming team in the next pool I could not hear what he was saying.  But I could tell by  his body language that when he paused and smiled he just said another funny punchline, so I laughed and moved on only to return for him to continue.

Now, thinking it over, I wonder if told me what he thought was funny racial or something else that I would not think was funny, yet by laughing, like I caught on, it  was like I was endorsing him?

Darn.  I need to listen more when someone talks to me.

Tell Us Yourself Myles!





Hunter Cousins,

Here we go again.  Another claim to fame, almost.

My 8th great grandmother through the Tyson line is Desire Doty (1645-1731).  She lived in Plymouth, Massachusetts.  If you are a first cousin, once removed, she is your 9th great grandmother. 
OK.  So far.

 Her husband, our progenitor is William Sherman (1639-1680). (Not the William Sherman, the Yankee general)

After William died she married  Israel Holmes (1642-1684) in 1681.  He died 3 years later.

Then she married Alexander Standish (1626-1702) in 1686.
In the back of my mind I remembered a Miles Standish, in colonel literature.  I googled Alexander Miles and sure ‘nuff his father is Myles Standish.

Here is partly what Wikipedia said about Myles aka Miles Standish (our 9th great step grandpaw):

Several towns and military installations have been named for Standish, and monuments have been built in his memory. One of the best known depictions of him in popular culture was the 1858 poem The Courtship of Miles Standish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The highly fictionalized story presents him as a timid romantic.[10] It was extremely popular in the 19th century and played a significant role in cementing the Pilgrim story in US culture.[11]

Thursday, November 01, 2018

Throwback Thursday, The Tattered Flagf






Throwback Thursday.  Betsy Ross’s Tattered  Flag.

I was stationed at NAS Lakehurst, New Jersey.  In some of the neighboring cemeteries it wasn’t rare to see a grave for a Revolutionary War soldier and sometimes a whole section of a cemetery was for their remains.

I think it was Halloween evening 1964, we were getting loaded at the base’s E.M. Club during Happy Hour.  We were running our mouths when one of us said since it was Halloween we should visit a graveyard  and we were immature, so why not?

About a mile on the road to Toms River is a old cemetery.   I remember we did not go into the driveway of the graveyard, but parked on the side of the highway and climbed a small bank.  I don’t think we knew where the driveway was.   It has some Revolutionary War soldiers buried in it.  One was buried near the road, there is a black and white picture of me, somewhere, lying beside he grave.  But, except for the lights of passing cars on the highway it scary dark. 

One of us remembered a nice cemetery in downtown Trenton, New Jersey, which is probably over 30 miles away.  We reasoned with the town lights of Trenton it should be  well lit up, not as scary.  We drove to Trenton.

We were in luck, the cemetery was well lit.  It was just a stone’s throw from the Delaware River, that Washington and his men crossed the Delaware near Trenton  and Emanuel Leutz painted the event on canvas and it is very popular* . We took time to appreciate the ancient art of tombstone making and Revolutionary Soldiers’ graves.  One of us, reverend or not, stole a weathered Revolutionary War flag, the kind with 13 stars, the kind Betsy Ross designed (although there is a dispute among historians that it might not have been Betsy after-all).

By the time we got back to the barracks it was after 10pm, which meant lights out; bed time; or bunk time.

We went to the cubical of Dick Hyatt, who couldn’t go with us because he had duty that evening, to tell him about our adventure and he was sound asleep.

We tried to wake him up but he just mumbled in his sleep.  We draped the tattered American Revolution flag over his torso, like a second blanket and tiptoed out. 

But then one of us (not me) wanted to keep the flag and ran back the cubical and snatched the flag off Dick.

That morning in the chow hall we were eating breakfast and Dick Hyatt said he had the strangest dream last night.  He said an American Revolutionary flag floated inside his cubical and draped itself over him and then leaped up and flew out!

We told him he was nuts.  Then we told him he shouldn't have been drinking on duty last night.  Then we asked him what he had to eat before he went to bed.

* I heard recently that some experts believe the "Washington Crossing the Delaware" by Emanuel Leutz is fraudulent.  The blocks of ice like that is more likely in the water in the very north such as Iceland.   



Tuesday, October 30, 2018

October is the Time for Oakland






Visiting Oakland Cemetery seems to be always interesting and a happenings   I think in October more people come which brings out a parade of period costumes and music.




Margaret Mitchell is buried at Oakland.




So is Franklin Garrett.  Franklin was the official historian of Atlanta.  Once while doing  genealogy research I had a question about troop movement of one of my relatives involved in the Battle of Atlanta during the Civil War in 1864.  I called the Atlanta Historical Society and asked my question to the lady that answered the phone. She connected me to “somebody who will know”, Franklin Garrett.  I asked him my question and he said to hold, he would look it up.  A few minutes later he came back and told me what I needed to know, but the answer created another question, which I immediately asked.  Franklin, again, said hold on, he would go look up.  Which he did and returned a few minutes later, breathing a little louder, and told me the answer, which triggered another question.  When I asked him that question, he asked could I please combine my questions, he was having to climb two flights of stairs each time.




The Sleeping Lion guards the Confederate Soldier section of the Oakland.





See the white statue?  Did you see him move?  I bet if you tickled him under his arms he would giggle.  Yep, he’s alive!






The below picture is one I took aiming the lens inside a crypt to get the stained glass.  Did I also get an apparition doing cart-wheels?



Monday, October 29, 2018





Look!  Stone Mountain!
Look!  Atlanta buildings!
I think I see the Polaris – I thought you couldn’t see it now because of the buildings around it are taller.
Look!  Buildings on the 285!
Look!  There’s…….

And so went my verbal contribution on the 18th floor of the 100 Building  of Galleria Parkway during a business meeting today.

Bats on a Full Moon

Since bats are blind a full moon shouldn't matter

Saturday, October 27, 2018

The Lynching

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This is from HELP Magazine, #1, Georgia corn-fed, the late Jack Davis

Super Patriot



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No Average is the Average




Here is an obscure fact that was in UNCLE JOHN’S BATHROOM READER: : Average year 46 million foreigners visit the U.S.A.

I doubt if there are near that many visitors in these Trump years.  They key word above is “Average”.  With Trump at the helm there is no “average”.