Friday, September 5, 2014

blah, blah, blah and add a dash more of that...

        
                                                                     Sunglasses At Nlight, Corey Hart


I thought the above song was totally appropriate for today... considering I have this pink eye thing going on with a fever and a cold that feels like it's turned the corner into bronchitus. So, I am literally grounded at home until tomorrow morning's doctor appointment. Gack.

Having said all of that, when you feel this horrorific, you gotta move on and find something postive and meaningful to do in your day.

With me that would be... you guessed it food. After Jeff tooled off to work I zapped together a Salted Caramel Mocha.

                                 


It's a very beautiful late summer morning that has a very early autumn vibe to it which inspired tonight's dinner. I heated up a skillet, poured olive oil in and heated. To this I added nice sized portions of a very thick London Broil. After browning I placed in crock pot.

I then added sliced onions to the beef renderings, soaking up the flavor, along with the remaining olive oil. Added that to the crock pot, in addition, with mushrooms, freshly grated ginger, fresh garlic, diced tomatoes, sliced potatoes, seasonings and burgundy wine. They'll be hanging out in the pool over the afternoon while they simmer away. Add freshly baked crusty French bread and slices of creamy cheese. Voila! Dinner will be ready when Jeff arrives.

I'm a creature of habit. I love shopping for our weekend menu on Friday afternoon, after work, in Sonora, hitting all my fav shops along the way home. Being grounded, upsets that apple cart, so to speak. Not that I have an exhorbitant amount of excess energy today.

Although, I do have enough to swat away Zena from my salted carmel mocha.The dangers of blogging. Apparently, she was under the misguided assumption that it was for her. Actually, I think it was the whipped cream that caught her attention. Silly girl!





Friday, July 4, 2014

prelude to revolution 1775 (Kitchell/Morristown history)


 
 
 
 
 
 
History of Morris County, New Jersey with Illustrations, and Biographical Sketches of Prominent Citizens and Pioneers, 1739-1882; New York: W.W. Munsell & CO., 1882.
THE PRELUDE TO THE REVOLUTION--PATRIOT LEADERS OF MORRIS COUNTY.
IN quick apprehension of and sturdy resistance to the tyrannical measures of the home government which produced the Revolution, the people of New Jersey were in no way behind the other colonists. Though not so immediately injured by all the measures taken by the British ministry to repress their uneasy subjects, they were not slow to perceive that the cause was a common one, and that their only hope of success was in united resistance. The Legislature of 1772 consisted of a House of Assembly, elected by and sympathizing with the people, and a Privy Council, whose members owed their appointment to Governor FRANKLIN, whose tastes were aristocratic and their sympathies altogether with the king. In this Assembly Jacob FORD and William WINDS represented Morris county. While the governor and Council could prevent the passage of a law in aid of the popular movement and the appointing of delegates to a General Congress who could be said to be appointed by the Legislature of the State, the action of the Assembly alone was regarded by the people as their action and its recommendations were observed as laws. February 8th 1774 the Assembly appointed nine of its members a standing committee of correspondence, and requested them to place the resolutions appointing them before the assemblies of the other colonies.
On the 11th day of June 1774 a meeting of the freeholders and inhabitants of Essex county was held at Newark, and resolutions were adopted calling upon the other counties to hold similar meetings and to appoint committees who should meet in a State convention to appoint delegates to a General Congress of deputies to be sent from each of the colonies, to form a general plan of union, and pledging their support and adherence to such plan when adopted. This call met a ready response from the other counties. The minds of all the citizens of the province seemed to have been prepared for the step, and their thoughts only required this example to take form.
In accordance with this movement "a respectable body of freeholders and inhabitants" of the county of Morris met at the court-house in Morristown on Monday June 27th 1774. Jacob FORD acted as chairman and the following resolutions were adopted:
"1st.--That George the Third is lawful and rightful king of Great Britain and all other his dominions and countries; and that as part of his dominions it is our duty not only to render unto him true faith and obedience, but also with our lives and fortunes to support and maintain the just dependence of these his colonies upon the crown of Great Britain.
"2nd.--That it is our wish and desire, and we esteem it our greatest happiness and security, to be governed by the laws of Great Britain, and that we will always cheerfully submit to them as far as can be done consistently with the constitutional liberties and privileges of freeborn Englishmen.
"3d.--That the late acts of Parliament for imposing taxes for the purpose of raising a revenue in America are oppressive and arbitrary, calculated to disturb the minds and alienate the affections of the colonists from the mother country, are replete with ruin to both; and consequently that the authors and promoters of said acts, or of such doctrines of the right of taxing America being in the Parliament of Great Britain, are and should be deemed enemies to our king and happy constitution.
"4th.--That it is the opinion of this meeting that the act of Parliament for shutting up the port of Boston is unconstitutional, injurious in its principles to the general cause of American freedom, particularly oppressive to the inhabitants of that town, and that therefore the people of Boston are considered by us as suffering in the general cause of America.
"5th.--That unanimity and firmness in the colonies are the most effectual means to relieve our suffering brethren at Boston, to avert the dangers justly to be apprehended from that alarming act commonly styled the Boston Port Bill, and to secure the invaded rights and privileges of America.
"6th.--That it is our opinion that an agreement between the colonies not to purchase or use any articles imported from Great Britain or from the East Indies, under such restrictions as may be agreed upon by the General Congress hereafter to be appointed by the colonies, would be of service in procuring a repeal of those acts.
"7th.--That we will most cheerfully join our brethren of the other counties in this province in promoting an union of the colonies by forming a General Congress of deputies to be sent from each of the colonies; and do now declare ourselves ready to send a committee to meet with those from the other counties at such time and place as by them may be agreed upon, in order to elect proper persons to represent this province in the said Congress.
"8th.--That it is the request of this meeting that the county committees, when met for the purposes aforesaid, do take into their serious consideration the propriety of setting on foot a subscription for the benefit of the sufferers at Boston under the Boston Port Bill above mentioned, and the money arising from such subscriptions to be laid out as the committees so met shall think will best answer the ends proposed.
"9th.--That we will faithfully adhere to such regulations and restrictions as shall by the members of said Congress be agreed upon and judged most expedient for avoiding the calamities and procuring the benefits intended in the foregoing resolves.
"10th.--It is our request that the committee hereafter named do correspond and consult with such other committees as shall be appointed by the other counties in this province, and particularly that they meet with the said county committee in order to elect and appoint deputies to represent this province in a General Congress.
"11th.--We do hereby desire the following gentlemen to accept of that important trust, and accordingly do appoint them our committee for the purposes aforesaid: Jacob FORD, William WINDS, Abraham OGDEN, William De HART, Samuel TUTHILL, Jonathan STILES, John CARLE, Philip V. CORTLAND and Samuel OGDEN, Esquires."
The committee appointed at this meeting was selected from all parts of the county, and its members were leading men in the community.
Jacob FORD was the son of John FORD, of Woodbridge, N. J., and was born at the latter place in 1704. He was one of the pioneers in the iron business of New Jersey, and from the year 1738, when we find him applying to keep an inn in "New Hanover," until his death, which occurred January 19th 1777, his name is frequently met in the public records and his influence was widely felt. He was no doubt the leading man in Morristown, keeping a store from which not only the community about him but his many employees in his different forges drew supplies. The first court, of which he was a member, met at his house, and "Washington's Headquarters" was built by him, probably in 1774, though his son Colonel Jacob FORD jr. resided there at the time of his death When made a delegate to the Provincial Congress he was an old man, and his son and namesake was succeeding him in his business and in his place in public regard.
Unfortunately the son died a few days before his father.
General William WINDS was in many respects a remarkable man. He was born in Southold, Long Island, in the year 1727 or 1728. Early in life he removed to New Jersey and settled near Dover, on the farm which he afterward willed to the Rockaway church, to which he was much attached. The car shops of the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad are built upon a part of this farm, and not far from where the mansion house stood. He was a man of great physical powers, tremendous voice, strong will and indomitable courage. Very impulsive, he was calculated to be a leader and foremost in every popular movement. He is said to have borne a commission in the French war in a New Jersey company. As colonel of the 1st regiment 1st establishment in the continental army, and as brigadier general of militia, he acquitted himself with honor, and the name of no other of our Revolutionary heroes has been so much honored as his by both his own and succeeding generations. A very interesting sketch of his life was read be fore the New Jersey Historical Society by Dr. TUTTLE in 1853, and published in its proceedings, to which we must refer for a more detailed account of this ardent patriot. General WINDS died October 12th 1789, and is buried in the Rockaway cemetery, where his monument may be seen.
Abraham OGDEN and Samuel OGDEN were brothers, and sons of Judge David OGDEN, of Newark, who graduated at Yale in 1728 and became one of the judges of the supreme court of this State. When the war broke out he espoused the side of the king and became a distinguished loyalist. One son, Isaac, sided with his father, and his interest in the old Boonton property was accordingly confiscated and sold to his brother by the commissioners. Abraham and Samuel were active and ardent patriots. The former was a distinguished lawyer, and said to have had no equal before a jury. He was appointed surrogate for Morris in 1768. After the war he returned to Newark, was United States district attorney in Washington's administration, was a member of the Legislature in 1790, and died suddenly in 1798, upward of sixty years of age. Samuel OGDEN married a sister of Governor MORRIS, and lived at Old Boonton, where he was largely engaged in the iron business. He commanded a company of militia in the war. In 1805 he is described in a deed as being of Newark. He was the father of David B. OGDEN, eminent at the bar, both in New Jersey and New York.
William De HART was a lawyer residing in Morristown, and one of its streets was afterward named after him. He was a son of Dr. Matthias De HART, and had two brothers killed in the war. His name occurs frequently in the records of the court. He was licensed as attorney November 1st 1767, and as counselor May 30th 1771. He was a major in the first battalion, first and second establishments; afterward lieutenant-colonel of the second regiment continental army. He was born December 7th 1746, and died June 16th 1801.
Samuel TUTHILL was a prominent citizen of Morristown, a son-in-law of Jacob FORD sen., and after the war clerk of the county and judge of the county court. He lived on South street, at the corner of Pine, where James Wood afterward lived.
Jonathan STILES was one of the county judges and had been sheriff of the county. He also lived in Morristown. Jonathan STILES, named as a township officer in 1726, probably father of the delegate, died in Morristown November 15th 1758, aged 80 years.
John CARLE was one of the county judges, and resided in the southern part of the county. He was an elder in the Basking Ridge church and a man much respected.
Philip VAN CORTLAND was probably from the neighborhood of Pompton, and his name appears as colonel of the 2nd regiment of Essex county, and in 1776 as colonel of a battalion in Heard's brigade. There was a man of the same name--a delegate to the Provincial Congress of New York--who entered the military service of the king, and who in 1782 was major of the 3d battalion N.J. (loyal) volunteers. At the peace he went to Nova Scotia.
The committees of the several counties met at New Brunswick July 21st, and appointed five of their members delegates to the General Congress, which met in Philadelphia September 5th. This General Congress, after adopting various resolutions, and after a general interchange of views, resolved that another General Congress should be held on the 10th of May following, to which all the colonies were requested to send delegates. Delegates for this convention were chosen by the Assembly of New Jersey for the province, that body being urged to take the responsibility of that action by the people of the several counties.
The committee of correspondence, appointed in June 1774, after the adjournment of the General Congress in Philadelphia called a meeting of the citizens at Morristown to endorse its action. The proceedings of this meeting, breathing the same spirit of resistance and exhibiting an appreciation on the part of the committee that their appointment was "by the people and for the people," were as follows:
"At a meeting of the freeholders of the county of Morris, at Morristown, on Monday the 9th day of January 1775, William WINDS, Esq., chairman, the committee of correspondence for the county of Morris having produced and read the association of the Continental Congress, the same was deliberately considered by the whole assembly and by them unanimously approved as a wise, prudent and constitutional mode of opposition to the late several tyrannical and oppressive acts of the British Parliament. Whereupon they unanimously determined strictly to abide by the same, and thanks to the delegates of this colony for their great attention to the rights and liberties of their constituents, and for the faithful discharge of the important trust reposed in them.
"The assembly then unanimously agreed that the inhabitants of each several township in the county should meet, at their respective places of holding town meetings, on Monday the 23d day of January instant, at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, then and there respectively to choose (by those who are qualified to vote for representatives in the Legislature) a committee of observation, pursuant to and for the purposes expressed in the eleventh article of the said association. After which the committee of correspondence declared to the assembly that they had thought proper to dissolve themselves, in order that their constituents might have an opportunity of a new choice, and that they were dissolved accordingly. Whereupon Jacob FORD, William WINDS and Jonathan STILES, Esquires, Messrs. Jacob DRAKE, Peter DICKERSON and Ellis COOK, together with Samuel TUTHILL, Dr. William HART and Abraham OGDEN, Esquires, were elected; and at the same time authorized to instruct the representatives of this county when convened in General Assembly to join in the appointment of delegates for this colony to meet in General Congress at Philadelphia; but if the said assembly should not appoint delegates for that purpose by the first day of April next, then the said committee of correspondence to meet with the several county committees of this colony and appoint the said delegates, at such time and place as shall be agreed upon by the said committees.
"The assembly afterwards, taking into consideration the conduct of James RIVINGTON, printer in New York, in publishing two certain pamphlets--the one entitled `A Friendly Address,' &c., &c., the other under the signature of `A. W. Farmer,' and several others--all containing many falsehoods, wickedly calculated to divide the colonies, to deceive the ignorant, and to cause a base submission to the unconstitutional measures of the British Parliament for enslaving the colonies, do unanimously resolve that they esteem the said James RIVINGTON an enemy to his country; and therefore that they will for the future refrain from taking his newspapers, and from all further commerce with him; and that by all lawful means in their power they will discourage the circulation of his papers in this county."
John CARLE and Philip VAN CORTLAND were left off the new committee for some reason, and Jacob DRAKE and Peter DICKERSON appointed in their places.
Colonel Jacob DRAKE was one of the earliest settlers at Drakesville, where he located a large tract of land, on which he resided the remainder of his life, selling off portions as the county became more thickly settled. He was born in 1730 and was of a Virginia family. At the breaking out of the war he took at once a leading part. He is described as of handsome physique, quick and active in his movements and of very popular manners. He was colonel of the "western battalion" of Morris militia, and resigned his commission to represent the county in the first State Legislature. He died at Drakesville, September 1823, aged 93 years. Colonel DRAKE's second wife was Esther DICKERSON, daughter of Captain Peter DICKERSON, of the continental army, and his associate on the committee. By her he had six children--Clarissa, wife of Dr. Ebenezer WOODRUFF; Jacob DRAKE jr., of Drakesville; Silas DRAKE, who removed to the west; Hon. George K. DRAKE, judge of the supreme court of New Jersey; Peter DRAKE, and Eliza, wife of Dr. Absalom WOODRUFF.
Peter DICKERSON, son of Thomas DICKERSON, was born at Southold, Long Island, in 1724, and came to New Jersey about 1741 and settled in Morris county. He was an ardent patriot and his house in Morristown was from the beginning of the difficulties with Great Britain a gathering place of those of kindred mind. He was a member of the Provincial Congress of 1776, and was captain of the 5th company of the 3d battalion first establishment continental army, and of the 1st company 3d battalion second establishment, his men re-enlisting in a body. It is said that he paid all the expense of the equipment of this company out of his own pocket, and that the money he so advanced stands to his credit today in Washington, unpaid. He died May 10th 1780, in the 56th year of his age, and is buried in the First Church burying ground in Morristown. By his first wife, Ruth COE, he had eight children, one of whom--Jonathan--was the father of Governor Mahlon DICKERSON, and another--Esther--married first George KING, of Morristown, and afterward Colonel Jacob DRAKE.
Who were chosen members of the several township committees on January 23d cannot now be ascertained. It is only known that each township did elect such a committee. Matthias BURNET, Aaron KITCHEL, David BRUEN, Captain Stephen DAY, Stephen MUNSON, Benjamin HOWELL and Captain James KEEN were on the committee for Hanover. The committee for Pequannock township was composed of Robert GASTON, Moses TUTTLE, Stephen JACKSON, Abraham KITCHEL and Job ALLEN. David THOMPSON was chairman of the Mendham committee. Each member of these committees exerted himself to obtain signatures to a form of association which pledged the signers to sustain the Provincial and Continental Congresses, and none others were allowed to vote for delegates to the Congress of the province. The paper of Captain Stephen JACKSON, with 172 signers, has been preserved and is printed in the "Revolutionary Fragments" of Dr. TUTTLE. While the committee for Hanover township is called a committee of safety and was in existence in February 1775, the form of the articles of association to which it was to obtain signatures was adopted by the Provincial Congress at its meeting on May 31st.
This Provincial Congress, which met at Trenton May 23d 1775, and continued its session through June and August, met in response to a call made by a committee of correspondence, and, assuming the powers of government, supplanted the former Legislature. The members of the Assembly were many of them members of this Congress, and the meetings of one body were held during the adjournments of the other. The delegates from Morris county were appointed at a meeting of the inhabitants held May 1st. The proceedings of this meeting and of the meeting of the delegates the next day show the progress that had been made in the work of revolution. They are as follows:
"Pursuant to an appointment of a meeting of the freeholders and inhabitants of the county of Morris, agreeable to notice given by the former committee of correspondence, the said freeholders and inhabitants did meet accordingly on Monday the first day of May anno Domini 1775--Jacob FORD, Esq., chairman; William De HART, Esq., clerk--and came into the following votes and resolutions, to wit:
"That delegates be chosen to represent the county of Morris, and that the said delegates be vested with the power of legislation, and that they raise men, money and arms for the common defense and point out the mode, method and means of raising, appointing and paying the said men and officers, subject to the control and direction of the Provincial and Continental Congress; and that afterward they meet in Provincial Congress with such counties as shall send to the same jointly with them to levy taxes on the province, with full power of legislative authority, if they think proper to exercise the same, for the said province; and the said Provincial Congress be subject to the control of the grand Continental Congress.
"And they proceeded to elect the following persons to be their delegates as aforesaid, to wit: William WINDS, Esq., William De HART, Esq., Silas CONDICT, Peter DICKERSON, Jacob DRAKE, Ellis COOK, Jonathan STILES, Esq., David THOMPSON, Esq., Abraham KITCHEL.
"And pursuant to the above appointment the said delegates met at the house of Captain Peter DICKERSON at Morristown, in the county of Morris, on the first day of May 1775. Present: William WINDS, Esq., Silas CONDICT, Peter DICKERSON, Jacob DRAKE, Ellis COOK, Jonathan STILES, Esq., David THOMPSON, Esq., Abraham KITCHEL. William WINDS, Esq., was unanimously chosen chairman. Archibald DALLAS was appointed clerk.
"Voted, unanimously, that any five of the delegates when met be a body of the whole, and do make a board, and that a majority of them so met should make a vote.
"Voted, unanimously, that forces should be raised.
"Then the delegates adjourned till to-morrow at 9 o'clock in the forenoon, to meet at the house of Captain Peter DICKERSON, aforesaid."
Having met pursuant to the adjournment the delegates voted that three hundred volunteers be recruited, to be equally divided into five companies, each to have a captain and two lieutenants except the first two companies, which were to be commanded by two field officers. William WINDS was designated as colonel; William De HART, major; Samuel BALL, Joseph MORRIS and Daniel BUDD, captains; John HUNTINGTON, "captain-lieutenant" in the colonel's company, and Silas HOWELL ditto in the major's company. The captains were to appoint their lieutenants.
It was ordered that the captains should discipline their men at the rate of one day every week till further orders, the times and places to be appointed by the captains. It was voted "that the said officers and men shall be paid as follows, viz.: Captains, seven shillings proclamation money per day; first lieutenants, six shillings per day; second lieutenants, five shillings per day; sergeants, three shillings and six pence per day; private men, three shillings per day and found with provisions, arms and ammunition; and when only in discipline at home, the same wages and to find themselves; and their wages to be paid every two months."
It was ordered that five hundred pounds of powder and a ton of lead be purchased and kept in a magazine, for the use of the new regiment, and William De HART was appointed to make the purchase.
It was voted "that the votes and resolves of this meeting shall be subject to the control of the Provincial and Continental Congresses, to take place after due notice being given to us by either of the said Congresses of their disapprobation of all or any of our proceedings; and the delegates, taking into consideration the unhappy circumstances of this country, do recommend to the inhabitants of this county capable of bearing arms to provide themselves with arms and ammunition, to defend their country in case of any invasion.
"Adjourned till the ninth day of this month, at 9 o'clock in the forenoon, to meet at the house of Captain Peter DICKERSON, in Morristown."
This resolution to raise three companies was anticipating the first action of the Provincial Congress in regard to militia. On the 3d of June 1775 an act providing a plan for regulating the militia of the colony was passed, directing that where companies and regiments were already formed and officers chosen and appointed the same were to be continued. The muster roll signed by recruits contained only the promise "to obey our officers in such service as they shall appoint us, agreeable to the rules and orders of the Provincial Congress." Morris county was to have two regiments and one battalion.
Silas CONDICT, of Morristown, Ellis COOK, of Hanover, David THOMPSON, of Mendham, and Abraham KITCHEL, of Pequannock, who were the new members of the Morris county delegation, were men in every way worthy of the honor conferred upon them.
Silas CONDICT was the son of Peter CONDICT, who came from Newark to Morristown about 1730 and lived first on the Doughty place, on Kimball avenue, and afterward in a house near the David MILLS place. His son Silas was born March 7th 1738, and married first Phebe DAY, and afterward Abigail BYRAM. He was a man of good education and fine ability, an active member and trustee in the Presbyterian church, and an ardent patriot. He was one of the committee of the Provincial Congress to draft the first constitution of the State, and was the representative of the county in the State council. He was a member of the council of safety in 1777-8, and in 1783 represented the State in the Continental Congress. He was twice appointed one of the judges of the county, and was eight times elected to the House of Assembly, of which body he was four times the speaker. He died September 18th 1801, leaving but one descendant, a granddaughter, afterward the wife of Colonel Joseph CUTLER, and the mother of Hon. Augustus W. CUTLER. His nephew, Dr. Lewis CONDICT, son of Peter CONDICT jr., was a member of Congress from this State, and speaker of the House.
Ellis COOK was a very prominent public man and maintained the respect and confidence of a large constituency for many years. He was a member of the Council for three years, and of the House of Assembly for fourteen years.
David THOMPSON was a devout elder in the Mendham Presbyterian church, and noted for his eloquence in prayer and faith in the ultimate success of the patriots. He said in one of the darkest hours of the struggle: "We can look to Jehovah when all other refuges fail;" and his wife declared to the numerous soldiers she entertained without charge that "nothing was too good for the use of those who fight for our country." Thompson commanded a company of militia in the war.
Abraham KITCHEL was a son of Joseph KITCHEL, of Hanover, and a brother of Hon. Aaron KITCHEL, the member of Congress and United States senator. He was born August 26th 1736, and in 1768 was one of the supporters of the Rockaway church, to which he continued to belong until his death. He lived at first on the "back road" from Rockaway to Hibernia, in a log house near the stone house occupied after his death by his son James. He was a man of better education than was common among men of his day, of strong good sense, and of firmness amounting to obstinacy. He had great independence of character and more than ordinary physical strength. He built the Mansion House at White Meadow, and occupied it until 1799, when he sold it and the lands about it to Bernard SMITH. He died at Parsippany, January 11th 1807.
Of the military officers chosen, Colonel WINDS, Major De HART and Captains MORRIS and HOWELL soon found their way into the "regular army" of that day, and were officers in the 1st battalion 1st establishment of the continental army--"Jersey Line." Joseph MORRIS was made captain of the first company in this 1st establishment, November 8th 1775, and captain of the first company in the 1st battalion 2nd establishment November 29th 1776. He was promoted to be major, and severely wounded at the battle of Germantown, October 4th 1777, and died from his wounds, January 7th 1778.
Captain Silas HOWELL was captain of the 2nd company 1st battalion 1st establishment, November 14th 1775; captain of the 2nd company 1st battalion 2nd establishment, November 29th 1776, and retired September 26th 1780.
John HUNTINGTON was one of the organizers of the Rockaway church in 1758, and an elder in it for many years. His beautiful handwriting and fair composition in the church records show him to have been a man of considerable education. He lived near Shongum, and left at his death considerable estate. He was quartermaster in General WINDS's militia brigade.
Archibald DALLAS, the clerk of the meeting, was commissioned second lieutenant in Meeker's company 1st battalion 1st establishment, December 9th 1775, and in Captain HOWELL's company 1st battalion 2nd establishment November 29th 1776; captain in the 4th battalion 2nd establishment, and also in Colonel SPENCER's regiment, and was killed in action January 28th 1779.
This first Provincial Congress on August 12th directed an election in the several counties, to be held on Thursday the 21st day of September, for delegates to attend the Provincial Congress to meet at Trenton October 3d 1775. The delegates to the latter from Morris county were William WINDS, William De HART, Jacob DRAKE, Silas CONDICT and Ellis COOK. It was the last Provincial Congress, and continued its sessions, with adjournments, to August 21st 1776, when it adjourned without day, July 2nd 1776, two days before the declaration of independence, it adopted the first constitution of this State, under which the first State Legislature was elected, and which continued in force until supplanted by the constitution of 1834. On the committee to draft this constitution was Silas CONDICT.

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the Revolutionary War, the family Kitchell and other short stories....

 
 
Steppin' Wolf, Born to be Wild
 
I love history... French and English, especially, (way back when I was in my teens). It took awhile for me to really love American history, but then I got hooked. Of course, wouldn't ya know  it, I married into a family who are so intertwined in the history of the United States (and the United Kingdom dating back to Charlemagne) it's hard to tell where one got started and the other left off.

Having said all that to add, my fav holiday, has always been Independence Day; family get togethers, fireworks.  In fact, one of my first memories of the 4th of July was being around 2 years old, stepping down off the back porch step of my great aunt's home and stepping firmly onto a firecracker that had not gone off until I stepped on it. Yeah, I wouldn't advise doing that.

In honor of today, I wanted to celebrate some of the Kitchell's who fought in the Revolutionary War along side of George Washington (who was related through marriage) with pictures and short stories written by Kitchell family members.

                                      the Kitchell's resided in Morristown, New Jersey, 1776
 
 


Aaron Kitchell (July 10, 1744 – June 25, 1820) was a blacksmith and politician from Hanover Township, New Jersey. He represented New Jersey in both the United States House of Representatives and the Senate.
Born in Hanover, he attended the common schools and became a blacksmith. He was a member of the New Jersey General Assembly in 1781–1782, 1784, 1786–1790, 1793–1794, 1797, 1801–1804, and 1809. and was elected to the Second Congress (March 4, 1791 to March 4, 1793). He was elected to the Third Congress to fill the vacancy caused by the death of Abraham Clark and was reelected to the Fourth Congress, serving from January 29, 1795, to March 4, 1797. He resumed his former business activities, and was elected to the Sixth Congress (March 4, 1799 – March 4, 1801). He was then elected as a Democratic Republican to the U.S. Senate and served from March 4, 1805, to March 12, 1809, when he resigned

Headstone and grave of American Revolutionary war veteran, Aaron Kitchell. It is located in the cemetery at the Hanover Presbyterian Church, East Hanover, NJ.

Biographical and Genealogical History of Morris County New Jersey. Illustrated. Vol. II., Lewis Publishing Company, New York and Chicago, 1899.
Two decades had not passed after the landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock when the Kitchell family was founded in America, by Robert Kitchell, who was born in England in 1604. He married Margaret, daughter of Rev. Edward Sheaffer, of Cranbrook, Kent county, England, and on the 29th of April, 1639, they sailed for America with a company of Puritan refugees, on the first vessel that anchored in the harbor of Quinnepiac, now New Haven, Connecticut. They soon afterward settled at Guilford, on the border of the sound, and Robert Kitchell became a man of considerable prominence in the colony.
His son Samuel, who was born in England in 1633, was twice married. He first wedded Elizabeth Wakeman, of Connecticut; and afterward married Grace, daughter of Rev. Abraham Pierson, a leader in the Newark, New Jersey, settlement in 1666. By his first wife, Samuel Kitchell had six children: Sarah, Elizabeth, Abigail, Samuel, Mary and Susannah; and by his second wife he had two children: Abraham and Grace. The father of this family died in 1690.
Abraham Kitchell, the son of the second marriage and the next in line of this family, had seven children as follows: Samuel, Joseph, John, David, Grace, Mary and Abigail. Abraham Kitchell moved from Newark in the early part of 1700 and in 1724 purchased one thousand and seventy-five acres from Rebecca Wheeler and lived with his family at Hanover Neck. Abraham Kitchell's son Joseph was the father of the Hon. Aaron Kitchell, who was the most noted member of the Kitchell family. He was born June 25, 17544, and married Phebe Farrand, who was born in 1743 and died March 12, 1807. He was one of the most conspicuous figures in the history of Morris county. For several years after the Revolutionary war he served as a member of the state legislature of New Jersey. From 1799 until 1807 he was a member of the lower house of congress and from 1807 until 1811 was a United States senator.
His brilliant mental attainments, his character, worth and his sound judgment on matters of governmental policy, made him a leading figure in the council chambers of the nation, and his individuality was strongly impressed on the national legislation.


 Some Tales of Horseneck during the Revolution


Aaron Kitchell, Statesman & Friend of George Washington

From Kitchell Family Genealogy by Margaret Ellen Kitchell Whallon, 1932: Aaron Kitchel, cousin of Daniel Kitchel who came to Cincinnati in 1788, was one of the most notable members of the family. He was a U.S. Senator from New Jersey and a warm friend and counselor of General George Washington, on his staff and was one of his pall bearers. He is buried in the Churchyard Cemetery at Hanover, New Jersey. For 36 years he was a member of the state legislator, the national congress and the senate, on the commission of forfeited estates of Tories and on the commission that established the Northwest territory. He was the son of Joseph.

The Crane Family Mansion in Cranetown was once
used by Gen. George Washington as his headquarters

From The Genealogy of the Crane Family Vol. II by Ellery Bicknell Crane, 1900: WILLIAM CRANE-4, (Nathaniel-3, Azariah-2, Jasper-1), married 1st, _____ Wheeler, of Newark; 2d, Mary (or Mercy) _____. He resided in that part of Newark called for many years Cranetown, then West Bloomfield, now Mont Clair, NJ, and was a subscriber for the purpose of hiring a minister to preach the Gospel there. He was overseer of the poor from 1753 to 1756 inclusive, and of highways from 1760 to 1764; freeholder, 1767. He may have inherited property here from his father, and possibly succeeded to the home estate; of that, however, we are not certain, but the notable Crane mansion occupied by him or his family during the period of the war of the Revolution, still standing at the junction of Valley road and Clairmont avenue, was his home, and occupied about three weeks by Gen. Washington as his headquarters, Gen. Lafayette being with him. The time of occupation doubtless being from the later week in October to about the middle of November, 1780. While those two great generals were making Mr. Crane's house their home, he with four if not five of his sons were performing soldiers' duties in the army of which they were the commanders. It is related by Rev. Oliver Crane, D.D., LL. D., that on the arrival of Gen. Washington at the house, Mercy Crane then in charge, and causing supper to be prepared, discovered she had no tea to serve, and becoming quite disturbed about it offered an apology to the General for the lack of what might seem to him an important feature of his repast. "Never mind, my good lady," replied His Excellency, "please have a crust of bread toasted and use it for tea, that is good enough for me." Mrs. Crane's anxiety was thus dispelled, and supper was served. Night came on, and the capacity of the house for beds was overtaxed, the lower back room selected by the two generals for their use, had been used for the dining-room, the deficiency of beds then was thereupon made known to the General, who rejoined, "But there is plenty of straw in the barn, is there not?" The straw was soon brought in and spread in one corner of the room, and the two famous generals retired to rest, wrapped in their army blankets, on that bundle of straw.

The British are Coming! (the Horseneck Version)

From The Genealogy of the Crane Family Vol. II by Ellery Bicknell Crane, 1900: ZADOC CRANE-5, (William-4, Nathaniel-3, Azariah-2, Jasper-1), b. 1758; m.; no children; d. 1841. Gen. Washington had an old gray horse which was almost as well known as its rider. Zadoc Crane, one of the Revolutionary Fathers, took care of the old gray when Washington was at Cranetown, in New Jersey. While Zadoc took care of the horse, the family entertained Washington, and waited upon him with a finely Japanned server. This server, though the Japanning is all worn off, was brought to the Fair to exhibit in Bric-a-brac, by Mrs. Emma Fasshaber, whose father was Zadoc Crane's uncle. Those were times famous for having tried men's souls, and it was absolutely necessary to exercise the greatest care and vigilance. The oats fed to Washington's horse were kept concealed under a stack of hay, and every time Zadoc got a mess from under it he replaced the hay nicely, and after feeding, he carefully picked up every scattered straw for fear the British might nose the oats and "cabbage" them. During the time Washington was occupying "Cranetown Gap," as he styled it, the alarm came that the British were about to make an attempt on the American lines in their somewhat insecure position, and desiring to be in readiness to meet such a movement should it be made, and not feeling at this critical moment that he had a man to spare from the ranks, he called for volunteers outside of those in the service to act as couriers to warn the minute-men living beyond the so called "first and second mountains," covering the region between the Passaic River and the second mountain, including Horseneck, Pine Brook, Swinefield, etc. Zadoc, a son of William, who had been lame from boyhood, offered to assume the difficult and perilous undertaking. Although lame, on leg being shorter than the other, was well able to ride on horseback, and soon appeared mounted on his own spirited horse, and armed with a heavy cutlass, this being his only weapon; just as the sun was disappearing behind the mountains, under special orders from the General, he set out on his important errand. It was a ride for the night, calling at every house and routing them from their slumbers. As the gray of the morning began to show itself, he was marching his men toward the Crane mansion, and just at daybreak drew up his squad in front of the doorstep, on which stood Gen. Washington for the purpose of inspecting them. "Well done, my man," was the salute of His Excellency. "Now come in and take a horn of whiskey, for you must need it."

Cranetown is now known at Montclair, New Jersey. I thought these would be cool pix of the old Crane (the Cranes were related to the Kitchell's through marriage) homestead to share


 

 






Benjamin served in the Morris County Militia during the Revolutionary War
 
 


 

The grave of 58-year-old Obadiah Kitchell, who served as a captain in the Morris County militia during the Revolutionary War, is marked by a sandstone stele, a flat granite military marker, & a bronze D.A.R. medallion.

I thought it fitting on this Independence Day to remember these family ancestors who not only believed in freedom, but participated in a Revolutionary War that brought freedom to all Americans these many decades later.

 In concluding today's blog I thought it appropriate to
include poetry about an event that occurred in 1775, later written by
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1807-1882

Written April 19, 1860; first published in 1863 as part of "Tales of a Wayside Inn"

 

 



 

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,---
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,---
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
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Sunday, June 8, 2014

weekend musings...

 



WE had such a great time at yesterday's Copper homecoming parade now named the Charlie Stone Memorial parade in honor of Copper's historian Charlie Stone It was nice to hang out with fam, see old friends, and look around at the changes that have taken place along Main street. The Old Armory, 1864, the Congregational Church, 1866, the Old Corner Saloon (where everyone knows your name),1862, all look wonderfully restored.

When we bought our property in Copper, back in 1989, and while we were building our hacienda, in 1991, the Armory was cycloned off, sagging and in sad disrepair. The Congregational Church had an air of benign neglect even though it was still used for services.

The town's hub, was of course, the Old Corner Saloon and McCarty's Mercantile that was decades old, showed it, and was a wonderful place to run into friends and neighbors, as we picked up miscellaneous items; milk, beer, coffee, bubble gum, ice cream, cigarettes, movies and everything in between. You could also fill your tank at the pump and use the laundromat if your washer wasn't working. I think, there was even a mechanics shop attached to the side of McCarty's. If you need a visual of what this looked like I always think of Ike Godsey's mercantile from the Walton's. It was sad to see it boarded up and closed yesterday. So many great memories there.

Jeff and I met up at Samanda's. We took a tour of the garden. Their garden beds are filled with corn, bell peppers, various varieties of tomatoes, pumpkins and herbs. And so many other things I can't remember. Btw, thank you for the fresh eggs and basil.

After the parade, Jeff and he tooled back to Samanda's, where I dropped him off to pick up his truck, so he head back to Angels and into work, while I went in the opposite direction, heading back to Sonora.

It wasn't until late afternoon that I made the decision of which book to read (first). There were 3 contenders; Mary Ann in Autumn by Armistead Maupin, Storm Damage, A Crime Novel by Ed Kovacs, Snow Angels, An Inspector Vaara Novel by James Thompson.

SO, lets begin with Mary Ann in Autumn. I love Armistead Maupin and up until last year had the series of this continuing saga, as well as the VHS television series circa 1970's or 80's, Tales of the City (Olympia Dukakis and Laura Linney) This is the 8th book, a story that has been 30 years in the making. Here is what the jacket says of this story:

Twenty years have passed since Mary Ann Singleton left her husband an child in San Francisco to pursue her dream of a television career in New York. Now a pair of personal calamities has driven her back to the city of her youth and into the arms of her oldest friend, Michael "Mouse" Tolliver, a gardener happily ensconced with his much younger husband.

Mary Ann finds temporary refuge in the couple's backyard cottage, where, at the unnerving age of 57, she licks her wounds and takes stock of her mistakes. Soon with the help of Facebook and a few old friends, she begins to reengage with life, only to confront fresh terrors when her checkered past comes back to haunt her in a way she could never have imagined.

After the intimate first-person narrative of Maupin's last novel, Michael Tolliver Lives, Mary Ann in Autumn marks the author's return to the multi-character plotlines and darkly comic themes of his earlier work. Among those caught in Mary Ann's orbit are her estranged daughter, Shawna, a popular sex blogger; Jake Greenleaf, Michael's transgendered gardening assistant; socialite DeDe Halcyon-Wilson; and the indefatigable Anna Madrigal, Mary Ann's former landlady at 28 Barbary Lane.

Moving on to choice #2. Storm Damage, A Crime Novel. Here's what the inside jacket says about this book:
In a city overwhelmed with murder an mayhem, the last homicide before a category 5 hurricane wipes out New Orleans is quickly forgotten and remains unsolved. Until now.

Though calling to mind Chinatown's (love the movie and sequel) Jake Gitts or Chandler's Phillip Marlowe (love that character as well), Cliff St. James is a new kind of private detective--a mixed--martial arts coach and bare-knuckled former cop who investigates a curious missing-persons/murder case. The cold case quickly heats up, propelling him into a battle of wits and brawn with the deadliest killers operating in the apocalyptic, post-hurricane ruins of New Orleans.

With no forensic evidence, a destroyed crime scene, and no corpse, St. James, who's practically homeless and on the verge of bankruptcy, tenaciously navigates the gritty aftermath of a city that's barely functioning. The more layers of deceit surrounding the case he peels away, the grander is the conspiracy that comes into focus, placing him squarely in the crosshairs of those who specialize in remaining unknown.

Here comes choice #3: Snow Angels, An Inspector Vaara Novel. Here what the back jacket says about this book: If you liked the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, you'll love this!

The stark Nordic setting will appeal to fans of Scandinavian crime fiction... Will remind readers of Martin Cruz Smith's Gorky Park.

The laconic voice of Inspector Kari Vaara is at the same time dangerous and human, his world, cold, barren, yet intriguingly exotic, his story fast, brutal, yet told with a sort of laid-back calm.

It's called kaamos: two weeks of unrelenting darkness and soul-numbing cold that falls upon Finnish Lapland, a hundred miles the Arctic Circle, just before Christmas. Some get through it with the help of cheap Russian alcohol; some sink into depression. This year, it may have driven someone mad enough to commit murder. The brutalized body of a beautiful Somali woman has been found in the snow, and Inspector Kari Vaara must find her killer. It will be a challenge in a place where ugly things lurk under frozen surfaces and silence is a way of life.

So, what do you think I chose to read first? Wait for it....

Mary Ann in Autumn. I love the familiar characters in the storyline. I love that the character is the same age as I am (strange how they never age, but we manage to catch up and pass them over the years). I love that she is revisiting her past and that her past is in San Francisco. I'm a Bay area girl who spent a majority of her weekends in San Francisco and many week nights with either my mom or dad having dinner in the city. I love the synchronicity of a character living in a place where it is very familiar to me. I have visuals of streets and buildings that I can bring to the story that makes it more personal.

                                                                                Tales of the City, 1976


Looking back there are so many now familiar actors who starred in this series. It's amazing how dated the 70's look in hindsight. And we thought they were so far out and happening. Who knew?


Before we arrived in the 70's it's important to remember the turbulent changes we experienced in the 1960's. I had some of the best times of my life during the 70's but when I think back on the 70's I can almost feel the great malaise of that decade. It was a lull in what had been and what was yet to come. You could feel that we were on a hold. Waiting... then came the 80's, 90's, new millennium to the present time where it seems the opposite of the 70's, we are on now on speed dial where so many world events occur daily that it's difficult to catch our breath and take a moment to focus. Having said ALL of that it's time for breakfast. Going to have pancakes w/ link sausages with a fresh cup of coffee to kick start my Sunday. Then pick up where I left off in Mary Ann in Autumn.

Whatever you're doing, go out and enjoy!

Sunday, June 1, 2014

the randomness of synchronicity

Revenge, MineCraft
 
 
Emma chose the above song for this morning's blog, as she's playing MineCraft at the moment that's no surprise there, lol.
 
I was going to post this blog earlier, but then got busy with Zach and Emma, cheffing up breakfast. This blog is somewhat different today. I think I'll lead into it by saying one of the many things I love about my daughter-in-law Erin is that she loves books and reads as much as I do. She always has wonderful books lying about to pick up and read. One of the books, is also one that I have somewhere, Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort and Joy written by Sarah Ban Breathnach.
 
Having said all of that to ask, do you ever randomly pick up a book and silently ask a question, then select a page to see what the answer is? I do this a lot and am always surprised by what I find as it's usually spot on. I did this late afternoon, yesterday,  picking up the above mentioned book and opening to the entry July 26.
 
I thought I would share this as so very many of my friends, as well as myself, who work, have children, pets and other responsibilities are always feeling tugged in so many varied directions at once. There's no time to get everything accomplished that needs to be accomplished and then we feel guilty for having to choose priorities over certain things that are equally important but that are further down on the list of things to do.
 
Here's what I opened to:
 
Discovering What You'd Like To Do, If You Ever Had The Time.
Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music-- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful sounds and interesting people. Forget yourself.   - Henry Miller
 
In the beginning spending regular time alone just to collect your thoughts will seem like indulgence enough. Spending time alone to nurture your authentic vision, to express yourself creatively, to enjoy a person pursuit that brings you contentment and pleasure will seem-- well, impossible. Incredulous. Impractical. Inconceivable. Out of the question.
"Right. In another life," is the usual response, along with audible sighs and the rolling of eyes when I broach the subject in my workshops. Then wistful looks appear.
"You mean have fun."
"You mean by myself?"
"Yes, by yourself. Fun. What would you do if you ever had the time?"
"Fun?"
You can see where this leads. Most women I meet have a hard time holding up their end of the conversation when fun is the topic. Let the discourse be on diaper rash or Einstein's Theory of Relativity and we can hold our own. But fun for it's own sake? The plain truth is that somewhere between family and careers during the last twenty years, most of us have misplaced an essential part of ourselves. Once we begin embarking on solitary sojourns to get reacquainted with our authentic selves, we usually discover that something is missing.
 
It's called zest. Exuberance. Joi de vivre, as the French would say, or "the love of life." The great delight that comes when the pieces of our particular puzzle finally fit. the heartfelt happiness we derive when something bring us keen pleasure. Something uniquely our own. They used to call this magical thing a hobby. We loose what little leisure time we have available through attrition.
 
Today, give in to your need for "moodling." And while you're dawdling and puttering, consider what rewarding reveries you've put aside that brought you pleasure in the past. "How I think about my work is indistinguishable from the way I think about my needlepoint or cooking: here is the project I'm involved in. It is play. In this sense all my life is spent in play-- sewing or needlepoint, or picking flowers or writing, or buying groceries," says writer Diane Johnson. Once you commit to bringing more of a sense of play into your daily round with authentic personal pursuits, life will begin to take on a harmonious lilt.
 
This morning I, again, opened this book with a question. I am sensing a theme of sorts. I randomly opened to July 27. The entry title is Solitary pleasures.
 
Alone, alone. Oh! We have been warned about solitary vices. Have solitary pleasures ever been adequately praised? Do many people know they exist?  - Jessamyn West
 
Remember, once upon a time, when we all knew how to play? We're going to have to travel back to when we were younger to look for clues. Did you love to play alone when you were 10? What were your favorite extracurricular activities in high school and during college? Nothing in our past lives is wasted. Nothing that once made us feel happy and fulfilled is ever lost. There's a golden thread that runs through each of our lives. We just need to rediscover this thread before the joy of living completely unravels.
 
Why not have a brainstorming session on paper to excavate your buried bliss? Write out a quick list of ten solitary pleasures. Don't give this a lot of thought, but don't be dismayed if it takes you a few minutes to come up with something.
 
Need some help? Well, what was your favorite childhood game? Your favorite sport? Your favorite movie as a kid? Your favorite book? Comic strip? Your favorite singer? Your favorite singer or musical group? What was the best time you ever had as a youngster? As a teenager? As an adult? Can you remember? Can you re-create the memory?
 
If you could instantly acquire three additional skills, what would they be-- playing the piano? figure skating? taking really great photographs? What three outrageous things would you try if no one about it-- belly dancing? clowning? hot-air ballooning? What three daring things sound intriguing, even if you'd probably never attempt them-- stand-up comedy? mountain climbing? scuba diving? What three all-expense paid vacation appeal to you-- an archeological dig in Egypt? a ride on the Orient Express? a visit to the Paris haute couture collections? Do you like to work with your hands-- needlecraft? bookbinding? gardening? Or does the visual appeal to you-- framing pictures? working in stained glass? creating shadow boxes?
 
Get the idea? There's a fabulous world out there just waiting to be explored. We simply have to be willing to experiment. A hobby affords us a marvelous opportunity to awaken our natural talents. It does require a little bit of effort. First of all we have to figure out what we'd like to do to shake the doldrums. Then we have to carve out time to do it. Alice James, the sister of Henry and William James, believed that in life, "Truly nothing is to be expected but the unexpected." By seeking and finding a solitary pleasure that would make you jump out of bed each morning to pursue it, you'll discover just how right she was.
 
 
 
 
 
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Saturday, April 19, 2014

lions, tigers and bears... not quite, but close.

                                            A possum eating a strawberry, Youtube

Why am I beginning my blog with a possum video? The answer would be to share a story about last evening. The beginning actually starts 7 years ago when we moved into this house. Before we realized that every animal known to mankind, living in the Western hemisphere, resided in our neighborhood.

Re-wind: We were moving into the house in mid-May, somewhere in the same week as the Frog Jumps were going on, in Angels Camp. The temps already in the triple digit range. One evening, taking a break from unpacking boxes, I stepped out of the house, walked across the backyard patio, sitting down upon the cement steps that curve along the entire portion of the lower terrace. I heard rustling amongst the dry grass in the upper backyard (this is long before the outdoor gang moved in with us). Turning towards the sound I was startled and amazed to see a large Amazonian creature walking casually towards me. It was a possum. She was a very large girl ambling along, not deterred in the least by my presence. She kept walking towards her destination, which was a bird bath, filled with water, directly behind me. Possums are so homely that they are cute. She drank her water, turned, and left taking the same route she had walked a few moments before. This was my first introduction to her. I later named her the Barefoot Contessa because of her enormous sized feet. Later, she would bring her baby with her. I named him Shoeless Joe (as in Jackson).

As the outdoor gang began to gather and take refuge in our backyard they would share their food with the Contessa and Shoeless Joe. And then the Contessa and Joe gradually stopped making an appearance. Until... last night. I had crawled into bed rather early for a Friday night as I was exhausted. I fell asleep as Jeff surfed the net catching up with the day's headline news. 

I woke with a start around 10 o'clock. One of the outdoor gang, either Buttercup or Bella, who are new moms, began screeching at the top of their lungs, like they were on fire. Jax and Anna Chan jumped down off the bed, ran over to the window and began barking. This went on and off for about 5 minutes. Then I heard footsteps outside the eyebrow window, at the head of our bed, they were soft, but the sound of crushing brush as they walked could be clearly heard. Jax and Anna repeated their barking but were now jumping on my pillow to look out the window. Which only Jax can see out of. Landing on my head, Jax was apologetic, as I swatted him on his butt, pulling his 45 lb. body weight off of me. Geez, Louise!

I sat up. Jax walked over, plopped down on my lap, Anna burrowed back beneath the covers. Silence. Ahhh. Whatever it was, was gone. And then...

I should preface this with our neighborhood boys, 4 of them/pre-teen, were camping outdoors on their front lawn.  

The next sounds I hear are Johnny, his younger brother, RJ and Jordon yelling at the top of their voices for their dads. It was.... Dad, dad... all 4 calling their parents out, which brought out their dogs; one a small cross between a yorky and something else. The other is Koda, a golden retriever that Risotto (our outdoor cat), chases off our property at every opportunity. Both of these, along with all the neighborhood dogs are barking while the boys are still screaming. It's a possum! It's a possum! He's huge. HUGE!

I guess Joe had wandered into their tent. The next thing I hear is the sound of Joe running through our side yard as fast as his feet will carry him. He cleared the fence and was out of sight. Following this, Koda was running, but stopped outside our window as I am sure he knew if he cleared the fence Risoto would be all over him like white on rice.

The boys are continuing to yell in terror, their parents are yelling at their dogs who are running up and down the street in confusion. Yelling at the boys to calm down. I found it all greatly amusing and was laughing out loud. Jeff continued to snore and was oblivious to everything going on around him. Too funny.
 
Jax and Anna were exhausted from the drama and fell back to sleep immediately while I grabbed a sweater and wrapped it around me, getting up, getting a bottle of water, then going online. I eventually made it back to bed somewhere around 1 AM.

Jeff was up early and on his computer when I woke up about 6:30 AM to the sound of the lions roaring for their breakfast. Along with the outdoor gang were loudly protesting that I hadn't fed them at their regular time. Jeff tooled off to work while I poured out breakfast for the indoor/outdoor gangs.

Jax and Anna are napping. Although, a neighbor is having a tree cutter, cutting down one of their trees outside the master bedroom. Another, is cranking up their boat motor as I'm sipping French roast, creating a grocery list of what I'll be taking to Dave and Erin's for Easter luncheon tomorrow. I think I'll be bringing a couple of loaves French bread that I'll oven toast. To this, I will add a mixture of melted butter, fresh garlic and parsley. Slice and serve. And, I think guacamole devilled eggs.
 
Later today, I will have to pick up and read Shirley Jones autobiography, that a friend lent me  earlier in the week. Beyond this, I really don't have any plans, except to maybe play with the outdoor kittens. Do some Shutterfly, I am horribly behind in our family album for the last couple of months... I suppose if I were to stop taking photographs, I'd catch up. Yeah, that's not going to happen.



                                        It's time for more coffee... and some tunes.



                                                                      Sheryl Crowe, Easy

                               Whatever your weekend plans are... go out and enjoy!