Facebook and Journals (BLOGS)

There is a lot of enjoyment in participating on facebook.  Sherry loves it to keep up with the great grand kids. I go there every once in awhile when I feel the need.

The games do not interest me, but seem to be very popular with friends.

I think the folks sticking with blogs prefer to write a little, I know I do.  It seems to relax me and sometimes gets things off my chest, that bug, bless, help or concern me. Hopefully I can do that without being nasty to anyone.

I know of folks on facebook, who make snide or snarky remarks to friends or acquaintances. Some, that they live to regret.  It is definitely a place to say what’s on your mind, if you are not concerned about the fall out.  More folks see comments there than will read it on a blog.

I am not very familiar with facebook.  sometimes I make my comments in the wrong place. And many times I cannot navigate to where I want to be.  But then Facebook is not my choice. HOWEVER,  I DO LOVE to see the Great Grand-daughters when Sherry brings them to my attention.

I know we have lost many blogger friends to facebook, I miss them. If the trend continues, I would imagine Blogging will go the way of Journals.

I like to read a little more than a line on facebook. With Blogger friends, it seems in my mind I get to know you better. I frame an image of a friend. And one other thing, and I have said it before, after reading and getting to know folks on the net, I get to wanting to see them in person. When that happens, it is like the ice cream on pie, it is a JOY!

Thanks for reading this stuff, and thanks to you if you comment. If you don’t comment, hey, I love you anyway!

Nite Shipslog

PS:

The ‘internet’ has been a gift to me. My deafness is not a problem with Blogs.

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I wish we could get together one Sunday afternoon at some Cruise in, you in the Caddy or Pontiac convertibles and me in a Stud-Hawk.  We could be so cool.

Clothes thru the years

It is funny how styles change and usually so slow you do not notice the BIG difference. When I was a kid the length of jeans didn’t matter, you rolled them up if they were too long. Now as an old guy I have to be careful in buying jeans. Whatever or whoever designs men’s jeans took a page from the guy/gal who designed panty hose with the number of different colors/ sizes and styles.  I once got in trouble trying to figure which egg had the right panty hose in it. The package design was perfect, because it was like an Easter Egg hunt to me.

I have the same problem with jeans anymore. I did go in and grab a 32/31 and head out the door, but now? WHOA!

32/31 loose fitting

boot jeans

flare legs

skinny legs

low riders (Probably have Erkels too)

Each in: washed, bleached, used, buttons, zippers, 5 pockets, 4 pockets, Blue, Black, tan etc.  Enough to make the Pope cuss(he probably don’t wear jeans). I have some 32/31’s that are too tight and too loose.  Now I even have to try them on, I hate that.

Some folk seem to enjoy trying on clothes, not me.  To be honest my best shirts came from Yard sales.  You seldom find good men's clothes at yard sales, we usually WEAR them OUT. Usually the only reason good men’s clothes are in yard sales is the man left town too fast, or he died.

I get confused looking at so many styles and colors. I keep saying I am too old for this.. LOL Roses here in Belmont was where I always  bought my jeans. They sold the Wrangler’s 2nd’s for $10. I haven’t seen any lately. Of curse Sherry can afford to buy me $30 jeans, but I am cheap. Sherry buys certain things at Penny’s. While there awhile back I saw jeans for $79.00, why would anyone pay that for jeans to work in?  Or to be a cowboy in?

I was wearing a pair of 32/31’s today that were too loose, and felt terrible. Imma guess that is why I’m fussing. LOL  But I am fussing with a smile!

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Do you have trouble shopping for clothes?

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In ‘51 Jeans were Jeans, this guy bought ‘em big and hung them with suspenders.

Sherry wanted a pair of these until she found out that James didn’t come with ‘em.

A path or a wake?

You are reading a guy who loves to see a ships bow cutting through deep blue water.  I also love to stand on the fan tail and watch the ships wake as she steams on. A lot of my time at sea when not actually on duty was all the way forward or back aft. I once told my skipper, if you would let me have my wife aboard, I would volunteer to stay at sea.

That is a ships wake. Now it is possible from the air to see the wake as far as two miles behind the ship, on smooth seas. But normally after a half mile the water settles as though we had not been there.  You cannot follow a ship by it’s wake.

To maneuver at sea you need the stars and or instruments.

Ah, but not so land. On land men leave paths. Daniel Boone left a path across the blue Ridge mountains so thousands could get to Tennessee and Kentucky.

The Santa Fe trail still shows signs of where thousands of wagons traveled long before pavement or interstates.

Some people in life leave a path of memories. It may not last as long as the Santa Fe trail but it will last sometimes over a hundred years. We were fortunate to know our parents. They lived so they made deep tracks for us to follow. I know our parent’s tracks (Lives and teachings) will exceed a hundred years. That is good for a common man.

Some folks trails/paths/lives are more like a wake. They are so self centered they do not have time to mark a trail, therefore their lives are like a bolt of lightening, they enjoy a bright flash and then it is gone.

You are not going to make everyone happy, or have everyone understand. BUT we can do that good deed, show love to others, smile or be a shoulder for someone to cry on. I like the idea someone set up to spread, ‘Pay it forward’. A random act of kindness.

MOST folk leave a path, not a wake. Most of us care about our fellow man, I think that counts a lot. There are good folk all over the world. Most leave paths for their family and fellow man to follow.

It was just on my mind. I love to see a wake  at sea, but in life and ashore I want a path.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Metaphors are fun at times, I think I over do it a little. LOL

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This is a pretty Hudson.

Do you ever get confused with directions? LOL

Happy, What makes you happy?

(I am old, so I use that as an excuse. Did I tell you the cubed steak dinner went great. The cube steak was very tender. I used advice from some of you guys and from the net. we ‘cooked’ Bojangles biscuits to go with it!)

So What makes you happy? Very complicated question.  Because it is sometimes hard to decide if it is happiness, satisfaction, peace or just plain relief.

We all have tough decisions to make, even the folks we don’t like or are ‘not real crazy about’ (is that just a southern term?)

Shirl just added to an e-mail, “Be nice to the folks you meet, you do not know what they are dealing with?”  something like that. It is the same type QUOTE used by Mel @ “Honey I’m home”

I think in today’s rushed society, families with children back home, children who have never left home, etc, happiness is ‘relative’.  Happiness is a combination of the terms above: satisfaction, peace or just plain RELIEF.

The word STRESS has been used and thrown around many times loosely methinks.  I smile as I think of a statement that came back to me from Friend Fred, while we were visiting him at his place in the hills he calls ‘Pumzika’ which is Swahili for ‘You Rest’. 

We were talking about getting lost in the mountains, and how the pioneers were able to know where they were. Fred said, “Davy Crockett was asked once if he was ever lost, his answer was, ‘No, never. However I have been bewildered for a few days at times.’”

Lost, bewildered, stress, troubles, problems, etc, seem to rob us of HAPPINESS.  When one thing is heavy on our minds it is very easy to lose prospective of how BLESSED we are, and something ‘wicked’ steals our happiness, intrudes in our thoughts at night to keep us awake. Sometimes it requires the extra drink, pill or sleeping elixir.

With this ‘one thing bugging us’(what ever it is) we lose our perspective of the good things we have, we forget to ‘Count our Blessings’.

Bing Crosby sang Irving Berlin’s song about that:

            

When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings

When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds

If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep
Counting your blessings

I can hear that song in my head, blessings make us happy. But I, like many of you, allow ONE thing to steal those thoughts that make us happy.  So I am going to bed now, and count my blessings.

Thanks for coming this way,

Nite Shipslog

PS:
Forgetting the good is actually easy, because we are as humans are prone to the negative, The Sky is falling. Each of us have more than 90% of the rest of the world. We always have blessings to count.

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If you are down, think of taking a ride with us in this Isetta:

Or this:

‘55 Ford convertible.

Or this:

Nature

A week ago, Sherry and I were out by the fire when she said, “Do you hear that? Sounds like a bird is in trouble.”  I couldn’t hear but I finally did see the Robin, it was screaming to beat all. Some black birds flew in, one at a time like the movie ‘The Birds’. Suddenly the Robin took off after one black bird and chased it away, but it kept screaming.

((from the net, shut up!))

I couldn’t see if another bird or squirrel was bothering her nest, she finally settled down.

I was reminded of a terrible video from Denali in Alaska. A mama Moose was trying desperately to protect her calf from two wolves. One would distract mama and the other would attack the calf. The wolves increased about one every two or three minutes until there was four or five of them. You could tell mama was getting tired, and the calf was suffering bites from the huge wolves.

Watching the movie I was getting mad, why didn’t the moviemaker shoot a wolf? Do something to protect the calf.  Then I realized, this is nature. The fittest survive.  Finally the calf was killed, mama still was trying to protect the carcass, but it was a losing battle. She walked off at a distance to rest, knowing her calf was being eaten by the wolves. She accepted the fate and moved on.

Watch it only if you want to.  It is heart breaking.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7T6GfdgJuTM

Strange, I wouldn’t be sympathetic if the wolves were being attacked.

I thought of the times I have heard Paula talk about the dangers to their young calves by wild hogs and coyotes. Life is tough as a human, but even tougher for many animals in the wild.

I have seen an alligator grab a crane, and it scream a pitiful scream. It’s fellows would dive bomb and peck the gator but of course to no avail.  You had to admire the ones trying to help. Many times it is hard to see nature take its course.

This was just on my mind, hope life is good to you and your day is great.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Some humans are wolves verbally, but I am glad they are few.

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1958 Hardtop Packard

I never did see one of these, most Packards were the biggies with 4 drs. Seldom a hardtop do I remember.

JUST A COMMON SOLDIER

(A Soldier Died Today)

by A. Lawrence Vaincourt

I have known this guy, not personally, but I have known many like him.

He was getting old and paunchy

And his hair was falling fast,

And he sat around the Legion,

Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in

And the deeds that he had done,

In his exploits with his buddies;

They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors

His tales became a joke,

All his buddies listened quietly

For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,

For ol' Joe has passed away,

And the world's a little poorer

For a Soldier died today.

He won't be mourned by many,

Just his children and his wife.

For he lived an ordinary,

Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,

Going quietly on his way;

And the world won't note his passing,

'Tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,

Their bodies lie in state,

While thousands note their passing,

And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories

From the time that they were young

But the passing of a Soldier

Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution

To the welfare of our land,

Some jerk who breaks his promise

And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow

Who in times of war and strife,

Goes off to serve his country

And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend

And the style in which he lives,

Are often disproportionate,

To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Soldier,

Who offered up his all,

Is paid off with a medal

And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians

With their compromise and ploys,

Who won for us the freedom

That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,

With your enemies at hand,

Would you really want some cop-out,

With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier

His home, his country, his kin,

Just a common Soldier,

Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Soldier,

And his ranks are growing thin,

But his presence should remind us

We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,

We find the Soldier's part

Is to clean up all the troubles

That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor

While he's here to hear the praise,

Then at least let's give him homage

At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline

In the paper that might say:

"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,

A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."

In honor of the ones now gone, that I have known:

Jim Wrape, Lefty Harris, Jr. Darnell, Odis Darnell, Hisure Darnell, Hershal Darnell, Sam Waters, Robert Harris, Fred Fulbright, Ralph Smith, Barney J. Randolph, Charles O’Shields, Junior Helms, Tommy Harris, Turner Darnell, Q.J. Cox, Bobby Bracket, NC Jones,     I am sure I have missed some, there were millions and millions yet to come.

God Bless them all!

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WWII Willys Jeep

                  

The Ships log salutes All those who gave all that I might sit here and say what is on my mind!

Ingrid Loyau-Kennett

What a woman!  What a person! She got off a safe bus, ran to an injured man whom she realized  was obviously dead, checked him to be sure.  Then talked to his killers in a calm voice as one terrorist held a gun and a knife, the other a knife or clever.

My hat is off to this lady. In a culture where we  do not want to get involved, this lady is a breath of fresh air, did she get involved? YES she did and heroically so.

I have read comments from around the world. some say she is brave many say she was crazy, crazy because they, like most of us, would have stayed on the bus.

Well for what ever reason, in my eyes that lady is VERY BRAVE. She has my admiration, that is for sure.

Now, my question is ‘How important are you?’  My dad had a simple answer to that for me. I once said , ‘Dad, you are one of the best men in the world. I have never seen anyone who could inspire people to reach and achieve, as you can.’ My Dad could inspire people.

My dad was an honored man within his city, state and church. To explain his philosophy once, he said, “Son, if you ever think you are important. Fill a bucket of water. Then put your hand in it for a minute until it settles. Then take it out. The bucket is the world, the water is life or humanity. Did your being in the bucket make a noticeable difference?”

“Such is life, while here you mingle and feel the world, but when you are gone? The World will continue on, as if you or I were never here. Sure the family and some friends will think of you fondly, but the world as a whole will never know you existed. For that notoriety you must be a president, king, or an Einstein.”

My dad, born in 1903, had a 3rd grade education. He worked to educate himself when he realized education was important. I have known and worked with many men who held doctorates, but none I have known, had the ability nor knew what my dad did.

Ingrid, will be remembered, but not as long as the men and the cause they so zealously  ascribed to.

I hope to God, that we have Americans who will stand as Ingrid did as these acts of terror visit our shores, here in the USA.

Thanks for visiting the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

In my heart I wish someone with a weapon had killed these men as they attacked  an unarmed  honorable soldier. One who thought he was safe in his own country and doing his duty he saw it.

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Speaking of the UK, 1952 Bentley

Things will be Better

There are times when you  actually learn. In my life I can remember distinctly a couple times. Every child knows they are in school to learn. Most children think they could learn just as well without school. It would be more fun to go fishing, run in the woods or just play hide and seek. I can’t speak for city kids, this is more town or country feelings.

Learning times:

I played the trumpet in school. I became ‘first’ trumpet. When the band director (Mr Hatley)  needed to show me something he would take my trumpet and go over the run or bars in question, and it was music to my ears, he was a trumpet player. We moved to another town. The director couldn’t show me anything. His trumpet playing ‘sucked’ (today’s term), so I knew it all, and dropped out of the band.

Two weeks later I had to attend PTA with my mom. The principal introduced the band director as a soloist, that man was a marvel on the clarinet. The music was beautiful, I had never heard such range, fingering, tonguing and rich volume. As a 12 year old smarta$$ kid, that evening I learned a lesson, “the world is bigger than little Jackie.”

And then there are times you really learn something you already knew, but hadn’t truly learned it. (make sense?). Once a lady teaching an adult class said, “I was taught a long time ago by a wise woman, ‘THINGS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE’, I have paid attention, and learned that is ALWAYS true.”

It was not until a couple days later I was pondering that saying, and there in my pick-up truck, driving on Hickory Grove road, the learning process took place. it hit me, “Yes, things are subject to Change.”  Good or bad situations change, lives change, families change.

Things and situations ALWAYS:

Go from bad to good.

Good to bad.

Bad to worse

Good to better BUT very seldom do things REMAIN the same.

Some folks? You will never know their troubles or burdens, and then there are those who want every one to share their troubles no matter how small or large. To those folk, ‘no one’s troubles are as bad as mine’.

I am reminded of the old spiritual, “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen!”

That said about troubles, I think EVERYONE needs someone to talk to, to share their problems and grief. Sherry and I are fortunate, we have each other.

I just want you (and me) to know, no matter how rough things get, “THINGS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE”.

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

At times, everyone thinks ‘things will never change’, BUT they will.

(That young lady teaching the class at the time, was apparently a healthy woman, but she died a short time later, yes, things are subject to change.)

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This is a Roadmaster Buick. When it was built some folk thought it was the ultimate, there will never be anything better.

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This is a $20,000 Rolex

This is a $20 Timex. If all you want is the time, this Timex keeps perfect time, just as the Rolex.

 

100 Years ago that could not be said, but things are subject to change, even time keepers.

Vacation is over

I know, you all think we are on an eternal vacation, really we are, but we still call these mini-trips vacations, to make us feel better. Ha!

So we took our walk early yesterday.

Then came back to watch the squirrel that finally found the feeder I made.

And of course he watched me.

We decided to drive into Mocksville and eat at McDonalds to celebrate the end of Vacation. Then took another trip by the Boone’s burial site.

This is of course an ancient grave yard and someone had used calk to try to bring out the writing on some stones here. That is the senior Boones stones in the back ground.

As you can tell, even up close they are very hard to read. They were both 77 yrs old.

From the pictures you can see the grass need to be cut and the place needs some TLC.  As we were leaving I told Sherry. “These were famous people and you see how their graves are kept up, can you imagine ours?”  And we had a good laugh.

So back to the Camp Ground. to tear down and hook up.

Little Fit is hooked and ready for the road, our favorite part of life, the road. This time back to home base for a few weeks.

Preparing the Steak using Ma’s help and the net. Gonna be a good supper.

Thanks for stopping by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I know……. just when we have all the answers, someone changes the questions. LOL

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1979 MonteCarlo

You might remember the Monte Carlo. My plan was to buy one when we came back from GTMO. Never did.

Spending an inheritance

Some of my generation received an inheritance, most did not. Our parents were from the depression era.

BUT….. 

We see it all the time, the ‘cute’ tag on the front of an RV that reads,

“We are spending our Kids inheritance”.

AND we are actually doing that, Spending something they would inherit if we sat in a house and did not GO! However, we don’t plan to do that until we MUST. We know unless health deals us a terrible blow we will leave our sons something.

I honestly chased that dream once; The dream of becoming a true, millionaire. I never made it, but came close. Much closer than most High School Dropouts.  And a whole lot closer than my peers who went on to college. So the boys won’t inherit the million they hoped for, but it will be more than their mother and dad ever dreamed of having.  lol.

We flew in to Salt Lake City once. This is a view of the snow capped Wasatch Mts., and below the Great Salt lake as we were approaching SLC.  I much prefer to drive in…

God and life has been good to us, and we have tried to be good stewards of what we have earned. Sitting here, late at night, in the quiet of the motor home I am looking at the trip we plan to take. In this family, I do most of the PLANNING and ESTIMATING while Sherry deals in FACTS. She keeps track of INCOME and EXPENSIES. She keeps an eye on our checking account, peeking in at least two or three times a day.

Tomorrow I will tell her what I estimate the coming trip will cost us. She will then say, WHOA, forget it; or she will say, we can do that.  I have missed a few estimates, but not many, so she trusts me and I trust her.

This trip will be approx 7,000-7,500 miles. We get 8mpg that means we will buy 875-950 gallons of Diesel.  Then there are the over night stays (close to 2 months) and meals, . This is not the most expensive trip we have taken, but in our case, this is probably the last of the LONG trips.

Sherry and I sold our last 3 acres of open land a few weeks ago. Using the proceeds, We bought a Honda Fit (to tow) and we will spend the rest on this trip. To us it is a good investment, since it will take us to see folks that we will probably never see again. Grandsons, Great grands and good friends, that mean a lot to us.

We have no illusions of eternal life here on this earth, and know we are in our mid 70’s and it would not be very smart to continue driving 30,000 lbs of vehicles at speeds of 70 mph. That is pushing the envelope, using an expiring buzz word. LOL

I expect to get the ‘All Systems go’ from my finance Minister (I am stealing that title from friend Fred, his title for Frances). The next few weeks will be FUN, planning for that special trip.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

When a family is scattered as ours, we do not get to see the family in Nevada and UTAH very often. It is logical to say this is our last time.

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This is a 1940’s Merc Woody

Cooking cube steak & book sale

There is a Fish restaurant at home called Catfish Cove. On Sunday they have a buffet, the food is delicious and a  lot like eating at home. (we like eating there but another incentive, our GS Luke, buses tables there.)  I love beef, but because of all the negative press the beef has gotten, we eat much more chicken.

(How long do I do this?)

When we do go to the Buffet on Sunday I love their cube steak and gravy over rice or mashed potatoes. The cube steak is so tender it melts in your mouth and always breaks with a fork.  In Belmont, we have company most days for supper, any of the Grands & sons who want to, drop in. 

So I want to try the cube steak and gravy. I was thinking maybe they pressure cook the steak before or after they fry it, does anyone know if that is done (can’t find it on the net).  Most of the recipes (on the net) says brown the meat, then cover and cook in the liquid (or gravy) for a couple hours. The recipes swear it is VERY tender.  Do any of you guys cook the cubed steak like that?

Also I could use a good gravy recipe. Sherry makes great gravy and will, if I ask her. When I try TO DO like she does I MAKE A MESS, I mean a MESS, flour every where and I burn something! (I don’t like scraping all the ‘what u callit’ off the pan to mix with flour & milk.) I may just have to defer the gravy to her.  Unless someone has a very simple, great gravy.

The cube steak sounds like a simple way to feed a bunch of folk. Sherry does the down home: beans, cornbread and salmon patties. She also does Spaghetti. I do a lot of pressure cooking chicken and stew beef and rice.

Any hints for simple big meals. feeding 6-10. I try to keep cheese & Ham for sandwiches if we run short, haven’t had to use it yet. Feeding the crew is sorta fun. It is good for us to visit because we aren’t around that much, so it is not a big problem.

(sometimes, things just bug you!)

Thanks for listening and I will appreciate any hints or helps.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Son Mark advised me that my book order came in. So if anyone wants the book “Finally Love” for $8.50, which includes shipping please e-mail me your address. I will have only 20 books at this price.  The procedure is:  send your address e-mail. I will send the book, if you are satisfied, ONLY THEN, send the check, our Florida address will be with the book.

PS2: I am still getting great comments on the book, I am very pleased.

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I love this picture of the Chevy p/u and steam engine.

Being where History was made.

WE have traveled because there were things we WANTED to see, places of repute to see some area of fame or History.

WE made it to:  Tombstone, Cochise’s Stronghold, Deadwood, DeSmet (SD),

(Ma and Pa Ingalls, DeSmet re:Little House on The Prairie)

The Corn Palace, the Bad Lands, Cape Cod, Plymouth Rock, The Liberty Bell, Niagara Falls, Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, Crazy Horse, STURGES , Devil’s Tower, Lake Louisa, Dawson Creek, Chicken, Fairbanks, Tok, The Pecos, Grand Canyon, Pike’s Peak, The Kenai, Las Vegas, Key West, Fisherman’s Warf, Hollywood, Nawlins, The Alamo, The Golden Gate Bridge, The Rockies, The Canadian Rockies, Hoover Dam, and so many more I can’t remember.

Most places were intentional, but some of the most fascinating were the ones we hit accidentally. Just west of San Antonio we found Bandera (Cowboy Capitol of the World), there was also a neat, small museum.

Then on the way to the Chiricahua Monument we drove through Willcox, AZ. Lo and behold the name Rex Allen popped up. So, a must-see was the Rex Allen Museum. I liked Rex and in reality he was one of the few Cowboy stars who was a cowboy. Did you know at one time he sang with the Sons of the Pioneers? Yep.

Once we volunteered for a job to repair  a  church in LaPanto, AR. Driving into the small town we saw a sign, ‘Home of the Painted House’. Readers know John Grisham, he is from Arkansas, well Lapanto is where the movie of his book was filmed. We got a personal tour of the house and the story.  We also got to see Johnny Cash’s home that was near by.  I love these surprises.

This week while driving around we passed a marker:

Squire & Sarah Boone, parents of Daniel, are buried here in Mocksville, NC. I love being in an area of History. Doing little research I learn: Daniel was #6 of 11 children born into the Quaker Family.

(An attempt to preserve the sandstone markers)

Squire moved his family from Pennsylvania to the banks of the Yadkin River partly because his family had been excommunicated from the Quakers because his eldest sons married non-Quakers.  The Boones returned north because the dangers of Indian wars, later returned.

As an adult, Daniel was captured by the Shawnee and adopted into the tribe, he lived with them a while. I was honestly surprised to learn that Daniel lived to be 86 (1734—1820). Now if you  take a look at HIS DASH, there was a lot of living and adventure in between the birth and the death.  Daniel died in Missouri, was buried in Frankfort, Kentucky beside his love, Rebecca.

It is fun to know we are on the banks of the Yadkin, the area Daniel hunted and lived. I like that.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

No matter where you are, someone famous or well known who made history, has been there.(Imma looking for Daniel’s ghost tonight!)

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Also a part of History

1960 Desota

1960 Dodge Polara