HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH

On This Date March 9th:

1954 Edward R Murrow criticizes Senator Joseph McCarthy (See it Now).

1961 Sputnik 9 carries Chernushka (dog) into orbit

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Be generous to the Trick or Treaters. Remember, their first name is Trick.

Zombies Occupying Glover Park

Speaking of people occupying public places what about the non-living occupying public places? They have rights too! This was taken in downtown Marietta at Glover Park yesterday just before they went on their ZOMBIE WALK. They were all so good in what they did.

Prince Charles and Vlad the Impaler - Blood Kin

Prince Charles’ office today released that he is related to Vlad the Impaler of Romania.

Vlad the Impaler, a cruel warlord, got his nickname of “The Impaler” because he liked to impale people at a whim. He impaled thousands of people. He skewed them by ramming a rod or spear through their anus and it came out their mouth. Then he would have the pole drove upright in the ground. As an added insult he would sometimes drink their blood while the victim was watching and dying in pain.

Because of The Impaler’s eccentric behavior inspired Bram Stoker to write DRACULA which was published in 1897.

Being that Halloween is upon us, is that a timely press release or what?

Scary Legacy

One of the things I enjoy about genealogy is that I sometimes come across some strange tales that have been handed down from generation to generation. Here is one that suits this season:

One of my ancestors was Joseph Bookout (1700-1806). Joseph was born in Holland and this little blip of legacy about him has been handed down:

Many family researchers believe Joseph emigrated from Holland, sailing from Leiden, Netherlands to New Amsterdam (now New York). Others believe that Joseph is the son of Jan BOECKHOUT (BOOKOUT) who arrived Oct. 12, 1662 and settled on Long Island, NY. Joseph migrated to Randolph Co., NC. He died at age 105 and is buried at the Holly Springs Meeting House Cemetery, 5 miles SW of Ramseur, NC. - Paul Pullen.

Here what has been handed down on his brother John Bookhout:

"The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow" (the Headless Horseman) started in the cemetery at the Dutch Reform Church, Tarrytown, New York (near the Hudson River).

John BOOKHOUT or his son was serving on the Board of Elders when the legend was born. Later Washington Irvin made the legend into a published story.

December 12, 2012

What will be you being doing December 12, 2012?

Some people believe you will be running around in circles screaming and in a panic or dying. That is the day that two groups independent each of each other believe the end of the world (as we know it) will come. Some mystics predicted it hundreds of years ago and some scientists believe them.

On the other hand there are others that believe the day of destine is a 9 days later on December 21, 2012.

Run Google on “December 12, 2012” and see what I am talking about.

One of the many hits on the subject reminds us of the Y2K scare. So, maybe there is nothing to it…. Hopefully.

I recommend that we, as a member of the masses, not to worry. I try my best not to worry about things that I have no control over.

Don’t worry, be happy!

They Can Create Any Kind of Dog

A week or so ago on the National Geographic channel had an article about the generic engineering of dogs.

They said, and showed of course, that about 90% of the different breeds of dogs were not around 200 years ago. They came with the industrial revolution. They are human designed and produced.

The humans have purposely bred certain breed of dogs with a certain other breed of dog to get a certain live product. It may take several generations of breeding to get what they were planning. Some dogs were bred to hunt small game others big game. Others to be smellers to smell things out – bloodhounds come to mind; racing is another. Of course, we can not overlook the rescue dogs in the Alps with their little kegs of rum.

In the article they had a Russian man who bred dogs to smell for bombs at the airports in Russia. So far, they have been 100% right. He has a dog crew of about 40 and it took him years and years of cross breeding to come up with the perfect bomb sniffer.

There are dogs that herd, dogs that do smart things, dogs that lead the blind, and dogs that lie around and take it easy like Willow – except when she wants to gallop at high speeds all over the yard…. Incidentally she is part Whippet, I think she was designed to race.

On the National Geographic program a genetic engineer showed all these formulas on a print out, that made a dog what it was…. And how some of the chromosomes (whatever), could be lost or gained for the next generation… one set might represent hair color, another eye color, and another teeth alignment.

Which brings to mind – knowing the greed of the human race I bet there is group of scientists right now engineering a dog to have er-human like features…. Maybe some chromosomes will make it have a short snout, maybe another chain of chromosomes will cause it to be hairless, all but head full of blond hair, or maybe a red head… then, another combination would eliminate most of the 6 or 8 teats a dog has leaving only two, but all the others teats that are not there, the physical matter would gather in the two remaining ones… of course, the lips would be fuller, and engineered to hold lipstick.

It would take a special store to sell these dogs, a store for a certain kind clientele. – maybe a lot of low lights and maybe loud music and a strobe light.




Now is the time to get in on the ground floor. You will be rich in no time! Send me your money, I will see it is invested in the right breeders.*

*Preferably in unmarked bills.

Ooo - La - La!!

All the Halloween anticipation is over. I can come out from the darkness of the shadow of the big tree and the moon light and put away my shotgun. No more worry about vandalism until next year.

We had 9 or 10 little goblins, fairies, Wolf-man, and I don’t know what else to ring our doorbell. After it was over I counted 9, but I think their was another one that my mind can’t quiet bring up to its on-line memory… whoever it was, I know how he or she must feel – I am always forgotten or overlooked…. That is the price (and payload) of working hard at going unnoticed.

One little group that consisted of two girls and a little boy I remember named Billy. Billy moved with his about four miles away two years ago. I guess he found his way back. As I handed them out candy I noticed a parent in the background hovering. I suppose I should have had the courtesy of speaking to the parent and recognizing that person as a fellow adult but didn’t. I am not as courtly as us southerns are know for.

So, since I didn’t I didn’t do the right thing the person stepped forward in a very high squeaky voice thank me. It was a little short woman. Wait! It was a man in drag! It was Jim H., one of the little girl’s grandfather, all dressed up with rouge, lipstick, blond wig, and a dress…. Ugghhhh!

I looked him up and down and said something like “Wow”! or maybe “Oo La La!” He suddenly changed his squeaky high voice into even a deeper than his normal male voice and shook my hand and, “How are you Eddie.”

I think he just felt his male image threatened. I bet he carried the kids home and changed before they continued their journey.

Image is everything.