Thursday, June 04, 2009

6/4

BANK ROBBERIES


During the period from August 8th, 1929 to November of 1930, Warren County was plagued by a series of bank robberies. The Marshfield Bank was robbed four times.
But Warren County wasn’t the only county to be hit with bank robberies. On September 1, 1930, The Twelve Mile Bank in Logansport was held up by two armed men.
Then on September 8, that same year the First National Bank in Boswell was hit at about 11:45 A.M. The bank President, Charles Lawson and two bank employees; James Bradley the cashier and an assistant, James Dewey were in the bank with two customers when two armed men entered the bank and forced them all into the bank vault. With their arms full of cash, about $8,400.00 the bandits left the vault, slamming it shut with the occupants inside and ran out to their waiting car.
The bank employees and customers were later released by men who had been across the street when the bandits drove away. The bandits, green Oakland sedan had Illinois license and had been parked heading south, but the driver made a quick turn. The car drove 3 blocks and turned north on State Road 41. They were only traced 4 miles before they disappeared. The local police sent men to patrol Road 52 and other surrounding highways. Volunteers in Benton County searched other roads leading west, north and south, while Warren County Sheriff Sam Cole kept a watchful eye on State Road 52 south of Boswell.
State Patrolman Charles Brand was in Boswell early the next morning and got a good description of the two men who had robbed the bank. The description made officials think these were the same men that had robbed the Marshfield Bank and The Twelve Mile Bank in Logansport.
Then two months later, November 7th, the bank robbers again tried to hold up the Boswell Bank.
There were no customers in the bank this time when two armed men again entered the bank. The Assistant Cashier, James Dewey looked up right into the barrel of a pistol. The bandits ordered Mr. Dewey to stand still, but Mr. Dewey knew something the bank robbers didn’t - the glass between them was bullet proof. Since the last robbery the bank had installed bullet proof glass and other security devices. So instead of obeying the bandits command he reached into a side drawer and pulled his own revolver. The men opened fire on the cashier, but the bullet proof glass stopped their bullets. Mr. Dewey however, was able to get a shot off through a small hole in the glass. He then ran to the door of the bank as the men fled and fired at the fleeing vehicle as it sped away. The bandits drove a Paige sedan or coach this time with an Illinois license plate.
Local Sheriff Leo McGrath was notified and word was spread out to authorities in the neighboring towns and counties.

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A SUMMER SNOW STORM
Ground Almost Covered Yesterday Morning
Taken from the West Lebanon Gazette May 10, 1923

Quite a heavy fall of snow occurred here Tuesday morning , lasting for almost an hour. It melted as fast it fell but at times fell quite thickly. The thermometer suddenly dropped 18 to 20 degrees and finally touched the freezing mark. The morning had dawned clear, bright and crisp, giving promise of a beautiful day but the change came about 8 o’clock. The thermometer hovered about the freezing mark all day with occasional bursts of snow and in the evening a heavy snow squall with a high northwest winds struck us. A cherry tree in M.A, Judy’s yard fell before the blast.
Yesterday morning snow almost covered the ground and did not melt away until well after 9 o’clock. The snow and cold apparently did not do much damage to fruit or gardens but a killing frost is expected.




Whispering
Willow

By: Willow

Well, most of our gardens are in. I have a new circle garden, a new wildflower bed, and some new plants around the outside of the house. I still have some decorating to do, such as putting up some decorative fencing around the beds that are around the house and well pit. And of course there is still the mint garden to put in at the front door.
We are already eating veggies from our garden; so far we have enjoyed fresh asparagus, leaf lettuce, radishes, green onions and spinach. I love spring!
May has been a busy month and June is looking to be much of the same. We have graduations to go to, a couple of out of town trips are planned and I also have a committee meeting.
As you readers know our junior feature writer, Mallory Kerst, is planning on showing her goat at this years Warren County Fair, so we are holding a name the goat contest. The winner will be decided entirely by Mallory. She is already receiving entries so be sure and get your entry in this week. Next week is the Warren County Fair so we will be announcing the winner that week. The winner will receive a gift certificate that is good for one breakfast at Duck’s Family Dining in West Lebanon. It will be good for one free special of the day breakfast, Monday through Friday. The prize has been donated by Duck’s Family Dining.
Donna and the Williamsport - Washington Township Library is also hosting a Writer’s Workshop this month. The date was originally planned for the 17th of this month but since that is Fair Week it was decided to postpone the date until the following Wednesday, on June 24th, at the library in Williamsport in the Falls room. You can get more details on Page 7 of this news publication.
All genre are invited, so come on out and join us for an evening of sharing and networking. Plans are to be serving refreshments so watch this paper for more details.
Don’t forget A Little Bit News has a special section in this paper for community events, called the Town Crier. Announcements in this section are usually free to most organizations and posting depends on type of event, and availability of space. Why not let everyone know what is going on in your neighborhood? Just call us at 765-585-1115 for more details.

Enjoy the spring, plant something.

Be Blessed,

Willow


Willow's Garden
By: Willow

"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates



Calendula


This plant originates from Southern Europe, the calendula or pot marigold is a hardy annual plant of the composite family. It has greenish yellow leaves and forms daisy-like flowers in different shades of yellow and orange.
The history of the Calendula is filled with poetry and symbolism, much of which has been reaction to and appreciation of an unusual characteristic, which has fascinated poets. At dawn, the moist calendula blossom opens with the rising sun, creating a poetic image of awakening. It stays open filling the area with bright colors of orange and yellows until sunset. It is an early-to-bed and closes and the sun starts to set.
The calendula gets its name from when the Romans recorded that the marigold was usually in bloom on the first day, or calends, of every month. From this observation the Latin generic name Calendula was given to the herb.
Calendula has been used in modern times as a local remedy with a stimulant effect. An ointment made of Calendula is sometimes used in dressing small wounds. For the relief of pain from a bee or wasp sting you should rub a flower into the affected part. It was because of this that my Popaw always hard marigolds in his garden.
In the kitchen fresh calendula is primarily used in salads, and dried calendula is used in soups and broths. The taste of the least is a first pasty and sweet then with a very salty after taste.
The seeds are unusual in shape and formation, they are light yellow in color with at least a half dozen shapes ranging from winged to curled, and the calendula seed stays viable for only a year. So fresh seeds are needed for each planting.
Planting the calendula should be done in April or early May, when the sun is shinning. The soil temperature should be at least 60 degrees F., for the seeds to germinate well. Even though the seeds need to e kept free of weeks and thinned to stand about 9 or 10 inches apart, there is little cultivation necessary once the pot marigold is established.
There are many varieties offered such as the double or single flowered plants with blossoms ranging in colors from yellow to deep orange. If planted in soil that is fairly rich the flowers will begin to appear anytime from June to August. If you are interested in maintaining a healthy flower until early October, the phosphate content of your soil will be important. These plants may survive the first frost but a harder frost of 25 degrees F. will damage it.
In harvesting most people are interested in the flower, which can be pinched off the stem. Each petal of the harvested flower head is pulled out by hand, leaving the green center of the flower. The only part used in the Calendula for medicinal purposes is the flower petal and because of this method it is considered a very expensive herb. The petals should be dried in the shade on paper rather than screens, since once the are dried they have a tendency to stick to the screen making it difficult to remove them. The petals should also be kept from touching each other while they are drying, since this can lead to discoloration. Then store the petals in moisture proof containers to preserve the color and flavor that is ordinarily lost in humid conditions.

Enjoy the Season
Willow


Historic Tree Spring Plugged
Taken from the Fountain-Warren Democrat August 30, 1923

This article was given to me by Walter Salts when I first started the “Little Bit”. I found it the other day while cleaning a file cabinet. I hope you enjoy reading it. I only met Mr. Salts once but he impressed me as a man who cared a great deal for this area and its history. I wish I could have gotten to know him better.

Historic Tree Spring, located on the Covington-Perrysville Road and known for years to Fountain County people, has been closed. That this spring, which has closed for 35 years, had been plugged up has been known for several weeks, but the cause leading up to its being closed was made known last week. According to reports just made public the closing is due to trouble between Grant Wright, a Chicago millionaire, who owns the farm on which the spring originates and J.M. Buser of Covington, who operated a small tented pop and soft drink stand just across the road on land owned by E.E. Harris, well-known collector of curious.
The Chicago man closed the spring because of the establishment of a soft drink stand and he asserts that he is not as angry with Buser as he is with Harris for renting the land to Buser. The county commissioners have invested $100 in the spring in the shape of a concrete tank. The original cost of the tree spring itself was about $35 and it was built as a result of a bet on the first Harrison-Cleveland election.
Thousands of automobiles from all through this section have been disappointed to see the spring closed but had blamed it on Buser, believing he had done it to secure increased business for his soft drink place. The pipe leading to the outlet of the spring has been plugged. Harris, on whose land the soft drink place is located, has a valuable collection of coins and other curios, many dating back to the time before Christ. He was the victim of a sensational robbery about a year ago, it will be remembered.
Mr. Buser has appealed to Mr. Wright and the county commissioners to reopen the spring as its been closed is injuring his business. The spreading of the number of motorists who were making this place the objective of many of their drives.

NOTE: During the 20’s and early 30’s, as a child I remember the family stopping at Tree Springs on our way to and from Perrysville to visit my grandparents. My sister and I strained out eyes to see which would be the first to spot the spring. I remember it was producing a cool drink of water. Evidently the problem about was resolved, as it has been running ever since I can remember and although the tree is long gone, the spring is still operating. Walter Salts


Fresh Vegetable Lasagna

8 oz. uncooked lasagna noodles
1 pkg. (10oz.) frozen chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed dry
1 c. shredded carrots
½ c. sliced green onions
½ c. sliced red bell pepper
¼ c. chopped parsley
½ t. black pepper
1 ½ c. cottage cheese
1 c. buttermilk
½ c. plain non-fat yogurt
2 egg whites
1 c. sliced mushrooms
1 c. (14 oz) artichoke hearts, drained and chopped
2 c. (8oz) shredded mozzarella cheese
¼ c. grated Parmesan Cheese


Cook pasta according to directions, drain, rinse under cold water until cool; drain well and set aside. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Combine spinach, carrots, green onions, bell peppers, parsley and black pepper in a large bowl. Set aside. Combine cottage cheese, buttermilk, yogurt, and egg whites. Spray 13x9 in. baking dish with non stick cooking spray. Arrange 1/3 of lasagna noodles in bottom of pan. Spread half the cottage cheese, half the spinach mixture, mushrooms, artichokes, and mozzarella. Repeat the layers ending with noodles. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese. Cover and bake 30 minutes. Remove cover; continue baking 20 minutes or until bubbling and heated through. Let stand 10 minutes before serving. Makes 8 servings.
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According To
Big Al...
"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

SPOONPLUGGING

I never was much of a fisherman in my younger days. The only one in our family who was a fisherman was my brother Richard. Our stepfather Wayne went fishing with his family when he was on vacation in Minnesota. I was always too busy (I thought) to be bothered with it.
Then in June of 1972 our stepfather Wayne passed on. We had a funeral in Calumet City, but his final resting place was to be in his home town of Eveleth, Minnesota. This is a small town near the Mesabi Iron Ore Range. It is incidentally the hall of fame town for hockey players. Mother rented a huge car for the family to travel to Minnesota for the final services. While staying a a cabin that Wayne and Mother planned to buy when Wayne retired we all had some idle time. Richard suggested that we go fishing on the little lake near the cabin. We got our fishing permits and went fishing, I used one of Richard's fishing poles as I had none. We caught a few small perch and I caught a small walleye. Richard said that's a funny looking perch – look at his eyes, he has cataracts. I said that's not a perch -it's a walleye. I guess Richard never caught a walleye before, living in Illinois and Indiana.
I inherited Wayne's old rod and reel and this started me off on my fishing experience. I started buying fishing equipment and any information I could find on fishing. Richard and I went fishing nearly every weekend that summer of 72. I quickly found out that there was a lot of literature on fishing, but very little on how to actually catch fish. Then I ran across a monthly magazine called “Fishing Facts” and everything changed. I purchased a book called “Lunker's Love Nightcrawlers” by George Pazik which calls for light line and no unnecessary junk on your fishing tackle. This proved to be a real boon to my fishing for pan fish in the small lakes we were fishing in. As I continued to fish and read I came across a book that would change my whole outlook and fishing ability. It was called “Spoonplugging” by Buck Perry from Hickory North Carolina.
Now I don't know if you ever heard of Buck Perry nor the term “Spoonplugging”, but he is the father of the term and method of Structure Fishing. Today every knowledgeable fisherman is familiar with this term but back in 72, very few fishermen were. Buck Perry is the father of structure fishing. His book Spoonplugging is the Holy Bible of fishermen. Everyone who knows anything about structure fishing owes a debt of gratitude to him. The key to this success is the knowledge you get by reading his book and applying the principles that Buck lays out for you. You will have to change almost everything that you have learned or have been taught about fishing. You will have a hard time grasping what Buck has to teach you. I have personally read his book at least 7 times and still not know everything old Buck has to teach me.
I read his book and purchased the necessary equipment and I thought I knew what Buck was trying to tell me only to go out fishing and forgot everything when I got out on the lake. Then I returned home and reread the book. Each time I learned a little more, but had to return to his book after each fishing trip. My brother, who is from the old school, wasn't to impressed with my new fishing method, but was happy that we were together and on the lake fishing. I tried to apply all this new knowledge to my fishing expertise but for over two years, I kept coming up short. Then in my third year, I went fishing 3 times and I mounted 4 trophy fish. Three of them were caught with spoonplugs, a largemouth bass, a musky and a stripper. One fish, (a walleye) was caught with “ Lunkers Love Nightcrawlers method.”.
If you think this made me feel real good about fishing, you're right, but unfortunately this feeling didn't keep me active in fishing. My brother moved away and I lost interest in fishing. I started another sport called golf. I never got near the accomplishment in this that I achieved in fishing.
Spoonplugs are a very special kind of plug, in that it always keeps at the same depth regardless of the speed.. The depth depends on the size of the plug you are using. The larger they are, the deeper they will run, but the real important thing about spoonplugs is what they teach you about fishing. I will try to run thru some of these things in future articles.
Spoonplugs are now very difficult to find, but I ran across some information on Google under Spoonplugging and you can purchase what you need from this site along with the fishing book and information to do this. They are not cheap, but they will teach you how to catch fish, I guarantee.

Big Al

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Life is something you do when you can't get to sleep.-- Fran Lebowitz


Mallory's “Take”
by: Mallory Kerst

Have you ever noticed the historical markers in Fountain county? I have seen them in Warren county and did some research to see if there were any in Fountain county. The first one I came across is 2 miles north of Veedersburg on US 41. This marks the boy hood home of Daniel Voorhees. He was a famous orator, Representative in Congress, U.S. Senator, and chief promoter of the Library of Congress.
There is another historical marker at the Oak Grove Cemetery in Covington. It is about Esther Wallace. She was the first wife of Govenor David Wallace and the mother of General Lew Wallace. Lew Wallace was the author of Ben Hur, a statesman, soldier, and a diplomat. Esther Wallace influenced the lives of these two Hoosiers.
At the entrance to Potawatomi Park in Attica there is another historical marker. This one is about the “skirmish” between Attica and Covington about lack of water. A skirmish is a minor battle between small forces to avoid direct contact, kind of like a fight. Heavy rain eventually resolved the issue but competition between the two towns over water was often intense.
Next week I will finish up writing about the historical land marks in Fountain county and write about the ones in Warren County.

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Tuesday, March 03, 2009

February

ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO IN WARREN CO.
A Series Part 3


EARLY DAYS IN WARREN COUNTY
Taken From The Warren Review February 25, 1909

First Impression of the Wabash Valley Upon Early Settlers



Traveling in those days was fatiguing, and not as safe as it might be, as there were the usual percentage of outlaws, that, driven from the more civilized locations, would flock to the new settlements where they were unknown and there follow their criminal practices until lynch law gave them their just dues or compelled them to move on. In the summer 1833 a young school teach, who had finished a term of school in Warren County, wished to travel to Eaton, Ohio, on important business. He had a horse, so he went from Williamsport to Lafayette, on a Wabash river steamer and when he reached the latter place he hired a single buggy and concluded to driving from Lafayette to Ohio. As driving was uncertain in those days he carried his saddle and riding bridle in the buggy with him in case a change from the buggy to the saddle became needful. Leaving Lafayette after breakfast the young man drove leisurely along until he reached Jefferson in Clinton County. There he stopped at a store and wrote a letter. While writing he observed among the various customers passing in and out of the little backwoods store two or more suspicious looking individuals that he could see through the open door, examining his horse and buggy with great interest. He thought but little of their conduct at the time. Soon after he left Shoemaker’s tavern, which stood near the middle of a twelve mile prairie he overtook a young man dressed in a blue surtout cloth coat, black pants, and white hat, riding a fine looking bay mare, about five or six years old. After passing the time of day he asked the traveler if he was going far on that road. The young teacher replied that he expected to go beyond Indianapolis. The stranger said he was going to Ohio and as he had never traveled that road he would be glad of company.

The Warren County man was surprised at this statement, for the newcomer carried no saddle bags, protmanteau, over coat or umbrella, had no girth to his saddle, not was there any shoes on the animal he was riding, in fact there was nothing about the horseman or his beast that indicated travel; and the young traveler was almost sure that he was one of the parties he had noticed at Jefferson, sizing up his horse and buggy the previous afternoon. He denied being there however, and said he passed the night at a cabin a few miles east of Jefferson. They had not proceeded over a mile when they overtook a man walking who probed to be an old acquaintance of the teachers. He readily accepted an invitation to ride in the buggy, while the horseman rode on ahead. His friend asked the teacher if he knew the fellow riding ahead and learned that he did not. The friend told him that the stranger was a suspicious character that had been loafing around Jefferson for several weeks with no ostensible business, consorting with tough characters and that he was no good.

The friend also told the schoolmaster that the “suspect” would probably follow him into the wilderness of the Black swamp, a desolate region on the Strawtown Road and there assisted by confederates, rob him of his horse and buggy and what ever he had of value. He further advised the teacher to change his route and take the Michigan road through Indianapolis. The teacher regretted he had no knife, pistol or other weapon and determined to procure them at the first opportunity.

After the friend left the buggy the stranger rode up alongside and regaled the teacher with his stories of his mare, that he claimed was a “singed cat” when it came running. The teacher was game and offered to take his buggy horse out of the shafts and run him a mile, the winner take both horses. The “suspect” weakened and said his mare was in no shape for racing then.

By the time the two arrived at Wynkoop’s Tavern in Kriklin, where the teacher stopped awhile until he could see the landlord privately of who he tried to buy or borrow a pistol. Mr. Wynkoop had none however, that would answer the purpose, so he started on stating his intention to go to Indianapolis by the Michigan road. The stranger said the Strawtown route was nearer and a better road. This the teacher knew very well for he had business in Strawtown and the idea of being driven out of his way by such a fellow annoyed him very much. He finally made up his mind that the fellow had no confederates and that he would be his match in a rough and tumble contest. So he kept on the Strawtown route. They had gone about three miles into the wilderness when there was a marked change in the manner and action of the horseman whose bearing become more insolent and imperious. It was evident that he intended mischief. He cast many glances at the horse and buggy then at the driver as if to doubt what manner he should begin the attack. He occasionally checked up his horse and rode it over to the side of the road occupied by the buggy. The teacher told him to trot ahead and he would keep up with him.

He would trot along for a few rods briskly and then show a disposition to lag back and get behind the buggy, which the teacher determined he should not do if he could prevent it. After the teacher had spoken to him several times, rather sharply for him to keep ahead, he at length dashed off some distance along the road, evincing his manner that he was in ill humor. Finally the teacher saw him take a pistol from his pocket and put what appeared to be a percussion cap on it. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out another instrument of some kind which he examined and replaced. He then fell back behind the buggy in spite of the teacher’s protests, who then drove rapidly ahead. The horse galloped after the buggy and the teacher suddenly checked his horse and hastily unwound the blanket from his Spanish saddle that was in the buggy, intending to grasp it by the horn and hold it in front of him as a shield, hoping the raw hide saddle tree might turn a bullet in case he fired at him.

As soon as the highwayman caught sight of the black crooked horn or knob of the saddle as it protruded from the blanket, he took it for the but of a horse pistol, and instantly dashed off at full speed, looking as black in the face as a thunder cloud. The teacher saw the magical effect of the saddle knob and quickly covered it over with the blankets to keep the illusion that he had a pair of horseman’s pistols wrapped in the blanket.

From that time on the horseman’s ferocity seem to take abate, and he was more docile and civil in his language and manner. In time they arrived at the town of Boxley where the teacher stopped for dinner, while his unwelcome companion hurried on.

On resuming his journey the teacher carefully eyed every tree and stump on the road, fearing an ambush, but luck seemed to turn in Boxley and he finished his journey without any further annuances.


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The reverse side also has a reverse side.
-- Japanese Proverb


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Whispering Willow

By Willow



The first sign of spring; or is it? I was standing at the window in my living room the other day talking on the phone to a friend in Roselle, in Northern Illinois. We were just saying good-bye and I stood staring out the window at a bird pecking around in the moist ground. It suddenly dawned on me, “Diana there’s a robin in my yard!” She didn’t believe me. She laughed at me because I sounded so shocked. But it had taken a moment for me to realize the bird was a robin.

That evening while I cooking supper I looked out the kitchen window and there was two male robins hopping around each other. At first I thought it was a male and female, but it was two males. Their aggressive dance was like they were vying for territory.

With Spring still a few weeks away I was so glad to see the robin. The robin is supposed to be the harbinger of spring. I don’t know about any of you but I am tired of the cold. I want some warm sunshine and I want to get out and start planting my gardens. But to tell you the truth I haven’t seen any other signs of spring. Like pussy willows, new growth on the tips of the branches of our pine trees, daffodils or snowdrops poking out of the ground. Although, I have noticed some of the redbud trees along the Wabash had a red tint to their branches.

But I remember last year the robin appeared early, in a few days it snowed and I was putting breadcrumbs out to feed them I am hoping that isn’t the case this year. Hopefully we are truly on the verge of spring.

Hope Springs Eternally
Be Blessed
Willow


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Willows
Garden
By: Willow

"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates



There are many methods for the preservation of herbs. The method most used is fusion. There are two types of fusion; hot and cold. The leaves, flowers and some whole plants are soluble in liquid, usually water.

The cold fusion consists of soaking in cold or hot water and sometimes milk for several hours. After the soaking the herbs are usually strained. A cold fusion is used when the active principals of the plant are highly volatile and can be damaged by heat. This will noted later in this text. Occasionally milk infusions are used to increase the healing ability of the herb poultices and compresses.

The hot infusion; the most frequently used of all herb preparations, is produced by pouring boiling water over the herb or herb part and then steeping the infusion in a covered container for fifteen minutes to a half hour, or even longer if the infusion is to be used cold. Herbal teas are usually infusions.

To make an infusion usually 1 teaspoon of an herb to a cup of boiling water is sufficient. But you may use more for weak teas. Use 2 teaspoons of a fresh herb. The leaves, flowers and berries should be should be slightly bruised to help release their aromatic oils.

When you are making aromatic teas for table use warm the teapot slightly, you can do this by pouring hot water into the teapot and let it set for a moment. Then pour the hot water of and begin your infusion, by pouring more hot water over the tea and letting it steep. Then you strain the tea into your cup. Most good teapots have strainers in the spout.

Herbal teas can be used piping hot with bruised seeds such as fennel, anise, caraway, coriander, or cumin for both taste and stomach-easing qualities or cold or with over ice. My mother is an avid ice tea drinker in the summertime. I remember she had a huge glass that had yellow, green and orange rings around it. She would fill it with ice and you could hear the ice cubes crackle as she poured the sweet tea over the top of them. Then she would stick a lemon wedge on the side of the glass and go outside on the porch and sit down. She would squeeze the lemon into the tea, stir it with a tall ice teaspoon and take a long drink. Her sigh was one of a thirst that was at last quenched. Al keeps a pitcher of tea in the refrigerator all year round and drinks it like water. There are many blends of tea you can use. From just simple green tea, or you can add peppermint, anise or just about any other aromatic tea for you taste.

To preserve an infusion for medicinal uses strain the infusion while it is hot and pour it into a bottle with a tight stopper. The bottle must be very full and the stopped made to displace its own bulk of the liquid. The hotter the liquid and the freer it is from air bubbles the better it will keep. A stopper with a perforated cork stopped may also be used, and the hole instantly closed with sealing wax.

There is another way of preserving an infusion. Make a very concentrated tea; three times as strong as usual. Add one part alcohol to every three parts infusion. ( with a ¾ cup infusion, use ¼ cup alcohol). Since this mixture is three times as strong as the average infusion it can be diluted with three measures of water and used when needed.

Enjoy and Relax

Be Blessed
Willow


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RECIPE

Dublin Coddle
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1 pound bacon slices
2 pounds pork sausages
Some bacon fat or oil
2 large onions, sliced
2 cloves garlic
4 large potatoes, thickly sliced
2 carrots, thickly sliced
1 large bunch of fresh herbs, tied with string
black pepper
hard cider (apple wine) or apple cider
fresh parsley, chopped for garnish

Lightly fry the bacon until crisp. Place in a large cooking pot. Brown the sausages in some bacon grease or vegetable oil. Remove and add to pot.
Soften sliced onions and whole garlic cloves in fat, then add to pot with potatoes and carrots. Bury the bunch of herbs in the middle of the mixture. Sprinkle with pepper.
Cover with cider. Cook 1 1/2 hours over moderate heat, do not boil.
Garnish with chopped parsley.
Serves 6

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According To Big Al...
"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

THE GRIM REAPER


I'm not normally a Pessimistic type person, but lately things are getting the best of me. I got in the habit of checking the obituaries while I was a general contractor in the Hammond area. This habit has been carried over after moving to this area and retiring. Deaths are something that is inevitable and I suppose as we get older we should have a more personal relationship in this area. During the past year I have experienced no less than 6 deaths of people I knew and had a personal relationship with. This past fall I made a trip up to the Hammond area and tried to look up 3 of my friends. I learned that all 3 died within the past year. This brings the grand total of 9 people that I knew personally and have passed away within the past year. I think this is far too many people or I know far too many people. Some days I feel like I have been cursed and that all my friends are destined to die.

I am not that old of a person (68) and not all the people who have passed away are older than I. I have been living in this area only about 7 years, but have been writing an article in “Little Bit” for over 6 years and have been playing for the seniors for over 3 years and consequently have came into contact and know quite a few people, maybe that is part of the explanation as to why I have experienced so many deaths. I have been retired from full time contracting work, but have done some small time work and fix it type for quite a few people. Three of the people I have done work for have died in 08. Three others have been friends and acquaintances. Most of the people have suffered their death via an heart attack. I have had high blood pressure for 8 or 9 years now. High blood pressure runs in my family on my dad's side. This is probably why these deaths are of so much concern to me?

Bob Crane an 80 year old customer of mine died from heart problems. He was the past Postmaster of West Lebanon and old time owner of the Carbondale Tavern. We talked quite a bit about high blood pressure and health in general.

Jerry Johnson was a good customer of mine who passed away 11-3-08 from heart problems. He was only 59 but had been suffering from heart disease for quite some time. I had just done some work for him and Linda Emery only about a month previous to his death.

Just 2 weeks ago, I learned of the death of “Big Mike”, a friend and fellow musician who died from his truck turning over. Apparently it was in the Commercial News and I get the Journal Courier so I was not aware until his wife Jeanie ran into Donna and informed her of what had happened.

Alvin York (Sarge), my neighbor and friend died December 21 at the age of 80 from an apparent heart attack. He had been having health problems for some time also. I always went out of my way to talk with Sarge about politics and his health.

Randy Blanton a friend and husband to Jo Lynn passed away on 9-14-08 from an apparent heart attach. He was only 58 and had just started to learn how to live and enjoy his live.

Elsie Fields died at the age of 67 and was the mother of Richie and Kathy whom I know quite well and David whom I don't know of . Kathy and Marty are also past customers of mine.

The 3 people that I learned of in Hammond was Frank Ghee a customer and fellow worker died from an heart attack at the age of middle 70's. Steve, a good friend and worker for me died from an heart attack. He was in his early 60's and had been suffering from heart problems for years. The last of the 3 was Harold Broster my ex brother in law who was a good friend even after he and my sister divorced. He was about 74 and had been suffering from heart problems and diabetics. We learned of his death after failing to get thru to him on the phone and Donna Found him listed under the death list for Hammond as of 4-30-08.

This is quite a list for only one year. You will note that heart attacks from heart disease heads the list of reasons for their deaths. In fact this is more people than I can account for within the past 10 years of my life. My best friend Marty Moen, whom I considered more like a brother than a friend died of a heart attack while eating his breakfast. He was only 61 and was going to retire in a month when he reached 62 years of age. My younger brother Kenneth died when he was 51 from a massive heart attack. He was a type I diabetic which he incurred at the age of 16.

Maybe some of my readers can understand why I am sometimes obsessed with health issues and heart problems in particular and tend to write about these issues and quote from doctors in many of my articles. It is because I am concerned and care.

Big Al


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All progress is based upon a universal innate desire of every organism to live beyond its income.
-- Samuel Butler


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Mallory's “Take”
by: Mallory Kerst


Do you know of any special houses in this area? I do! My Grandma lives in a big house on Lincoln street in Williamsport. This yellow house was owned by a lot of people. The house has 16 rooms, 2 kitchen's and 2 bathrooms. That's a lot of rooms to play in! This house has changed over the years. There is a picture that shows no trees in the yard and the yard was one bigger. I even have a special “hideout” in the back yard!

After researching the deed to my grandparents house I found some interesting information. A deed is a paper saying that you own land or a house. My Grandma's house was built around 1887. A man named Clark Lincoln Messner owned my grandparent's house at one time. I think that Lincoln street was named after Clark Lincoln Messner. I have been told that this man may have owned a Messner theater in Williamsport.

This house is special to me because me and my family spend every holiday there. My grandparent's have lived in this house for 23 years. This is the longest that anyone has lived in this house other than the Messner family.

I will be on the radio with Willow this weekend. Listen to 103.1 on Saturday morning! Thanks for reading my stories!





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Last Weeks Answer

The world is but a canvas to the imagination.-- Henry David Thoreau

Here's a tip on this weeks puzzle: Z = E


Febuary 20, 2009

ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO IN WARREN CO.
A Series Part 2

EARLY DAYS IN WARREN COUNTY
Taken From The Warren Review February 25, 1909

First Impression of the Wabash Valley Upon Early Settlers

It’s Natural Product. - Perils of Pioneer Travel. A Baffled Highwayman.


The natural scenery of the Wabash Valley as it was found by the first settlers, although not bluffy and broken, was nevertheless beautiful and picturesque. Hill and dales, forests and prairies, grottos, riverlets, and rivers, diversified every portion of it. In a letter yet in existence, one of the early settlers who first saw the Wabash River in 1830 in the month of April, describes it thus: It’s green banks were lined with the richest verdure. Wild flowers intermingled with tall grass that nodded in the passing breeze. Nature seemed clothed in her bridal robes. Blossoms of the wild plum, hawthorn, and red-bud made the air redolent. The notes of the blackbird and blue jay mingled with the shrill cry of the kingfisher, river gull and speckled loon.

On the points of the islands, cranes and herons were carrying on a lively fishing business among the minnows that had ventured into the coves that indented the islands. Large flocks of wild geese, brants and ducks frequently passed overhead, or would light down into the bayous and hold a general carnival. It was certainly rare sort for the young hunters of the neighborhood to fix up their “blinds” around those duck ponds and bag more game than they could carry home. Schools of fishes, salmon, bass, red-horse, and pike swam close along the shore, catching at the blossoms of the red-bud that floated on the surface of the water.

Perhaps the country ever produced a greater variety of wild fruits and berries. The wide fertile bottom lands of the Wabash, in many places presented on continuous orchard of wild plum and crab apple brushes, mingled with different varieties of woods, grape, wild hopes and honey suckle fantastically wreathed together. One bush often presented the crimson plum, yellow crab apple, blue luscious grape festoons of matured wild hops, mingled with the red berries of the clamoring sweet brier that bound them all lovingly together. Gooseberries and strawberries were the first gathered by the early settlers. There were soon succeeded by blackberries, dewberries, and raspberries, which grew thickly int eh fence corners, in the woods, and in the vicinity of the clearings and fallen timbers.

In the more sterile, sandy regions were to be found the huckleberry, whortleberry, and in wet marshy districts cranberries grew in great abundance. Black walnuts, butternuts, hickory and hazel nuts grew in great profusion throughout the Wabash country. A few persimmon bushes and apple trees planted no doubt by the French and Indians, were found growing near the old Indian towns. Between Vincennes, and the mouth of the Wabash, pecan and chestnut trees were quite common. These nuts were gathered and pulled by the children in the fall and cracked around the cabin hearth during long winter evenings, while the father and mother related to their listening children the stirring incidents that transpired during their childhood on the Monongehels, Scioto or old Kentuck.

There were prairie chickens and prairie hawks to catch them, rattlesnakes were numerous, as were also the black, gray and prairie wolves. In many localities it was next to impossible to raise sheep or pigs until they had been hunted out.

The legislature enacted laws granting a bounty on wolf scalps that proved sufficient finally, to exterminate these nocturnal prowlers that would often approach within a rod or two of the settler’s cabin and make night hideous with their prolonged howling. Wolf drives were common to whole neighborhoods and sometimes a whole county would participate. The old settlers also had to content with rattlesnakes, viper, adder and blood snakes. In some localities the inhabitants would arrange a snake hunt, search out the dens of these reptiles and slay hundreds in a single day.

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Whispering Willow

By Willow



There are times (more often than not) that my readers find typos in the paper. It seems no matter how many times I run the spell check or look over the article there is always something I miss. Spell check will not catch errors like “tow” for “two”, or even “tomato” for “tornado” (don’t ask me where that one came from, I have no idea).

Putting the paper together takes a lot of work. It isn’t just sitting down at the computer and typing in a few words and then running it off on the printed. However it is a labor of love.

The stories have to be researched, read, and typed. Some times I use the material for a source and write the story; other times I insert the story as it was written by the newspaper long ago. I spend about three hours a week just on research for the main article. There are only two articles in the paper that I am not directly responsible for, According to Big Al, and Mallory’s Take. I receive these two articles all ready to cut and paste into the format.

I spend about 4 days a week selling advertising for the paper. When I sell an ad it too must be designed or scanned into the paper. Depending on what the advertiser wants. A new ad sometimes mean reformatting of the a page in the publication.

Then I look for the recipe, I don’t like to just open a book and pick a recipe, I want it to be something I would like. Preferably something I had tried.

The hardest article to write is this one, Whispering Willow. Coming up with something new to write about here sometimes waits until the last minute. I don’t want it to sound harsh, and with my younger readers I have to be careful about my input and the way I word it.

I also find an interesting quote to put up as a cryptoquote. I write out the quote, write ABC… at the bottom of the page, and assign another letter to each different letter in the quote, crossing off the new letter at the bottom as I go.

The big problem here has been leaving out a letter. But Thanks to a reader I think that may have been solved.
I received a letter from Lisa of Covington, on Wednesday:

“Hi Willow, Just a short note to say how much I enjoy your newsletter, especially the local history articles. I often share these with my children. One suggestion: I love crytoquotes but find it frustrating when they contain typo’s. I knew they are a challenge to design; I usually need graph paper, one square for each letter, to keep things straight when I make one up. This week’s cryptoquote was fine but the last two missed the proofreader. Great to see you encouraging a budding reporter from Williamsport Elementary. Sincerely Lisa.

I want to thank you Lisa for this great suggestion. It is one of the “duh” things, so simple but so right. I have begun to use your suggestion this week.

One more word on the subject. As for our budding reporter. Be sure and listen to KISS 103.1 fm on Saturday. Larry and Ron will be talking with our young reporter Mallory Kerst on the air.
Thanks again Lisa for you constructive suggestion. I always appreciate constructive suggestions and constructive criticism.

Be Blessed
Willow

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Willows Garden
By: Willow

"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates


Methods For Preparing Herbs
At A Glance



Water:
Infusion - Tea is the most common everyday use for herbs.
Hot Infusion - Pour the boiling water over the herb and let steep for 15 minutes, then strain. This method is usually used for leaves and flowers and makes instant tea for drinking. Powdered root, bark, seeds, resin, bruised nuts and buds are also receptive to this method.
Cold Infusion - Steep wet mashed herbs in cold water or milk for several hours. This infusion can be also be used internally or on the body as a poultice.

Waters:
Steeped herbs, water, and alcohol and steeped herbs plus honey and other fruits are often called waters. The extracts or spirits from various herbs such as lavender for instance are also called waters.

Decoction - This is the second most used method of extracting the medicinal properties from herbs.
Hard Parts of plants such as the twigs, roots, barks rhizomes, berries and some seeds, will only release the volatile oils and locked in chemicals when the are gently simmered for about thirty minutes in water. Then strain and use. Long simmering will produce a distillation, or extract, or an herb. This is similar to a soup.

Alcohol:
Tincture: For herbs that are not soluble in water cook them in rectified alcohol or spirits. A tincture is a solution of a medicinal substance of coarse, bruised, or pulverized material in alcohol or diluted alcohol. The material is placed directly into the bottle, or the alcohol may be filtered through the plant material. To filter, use coffee parchment cones. Medicated wines are tinctures of a less stable nature.

Oils: Rectified alcohol or aromatic oils can be combined. The oils will seep into the alcohol to produce an essence. More on that later.

Vinegar:
Tincture - Herbs that are soluble in alcohol are often soluble in vinegar. This method is used in steeping the fresh or dried material is used for salad vinegars, cosmetic vinegars, some liniments and the preventive sickroom “washes.”

Far:
Ointments - Fresh or dried herbs, herb oils, or herb tinctures and extracts heated together with any variety of fats produce healing slaves. Add wax for hardness.
Cold Cream - Mix lanolin (fat), oil, rosewater, and wax.
Suppository - Heat fat, herb, and wax, or preferably cocoa butter and healing herb for cylinder shaping and insertion.
Lip Balm - Combine oils, honey, beeswax, vanilla

Oils:
Essence - Oils may be “captured” by evaporation from flowers and petals. Also, vegetable, nut, or fruit oils can be used as a medium for steeping aromatic plants to extract volatile oils. Aromatic oils can also be steeped in alcohol to extract the essence.
Combination - Combine oils for healing, massage, insect repellent, or lip balm.

Juice:
Essence or Extract - Extract a juice of a plant by applying pressure.
Sugar - Alcohol and sugar have many similar chemical components, and sugar will preserve many plant materials.
Jelly - Syrup in a more congealed form.
Electuary - Use powder to make a syrup.
Conserve - Beat together sugar and plant material.
Lozenge - Pill made of solid plant material, sugar, and gummy material.



Dried Material
Pills - is a rolled or pulverized plant material pellets, place in gylcerine capsules, or work with sugar into cake-like lozenges. Combine dried material for various insect repellent, potpourri, rodent repellent, herb deodorant, and herb salts.
Combinations - Herb or combination of herbs may be steeped to make a drinking team, a decoction, or, steeped in alcohol, vinegar. Steeped strained material may be used for douching and rectal irrigation purposes.
Laxative - Single-herb or combinations of herbs can be used for laxative purposes.
Breath Sweeteners - Eat breath-sweetening seeds such as caraway, fennel, or anise or steep these and other seeds and spices in Sherry to make breath-sweetening gargles and mouthwashes.
Liniment - Add dried to vinegar, oils, alcohol, or water to produce friction rub.
Tooth Preparations - Combine dried herbs and other materials for tooth aides.



Be Blessed
Willow


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RECIPE

IRISH STEW

2 lbs. potatoes pared& cut into ½ in. thick slices
1 lb. onion sliced
3 lb. shoulder lamb
( or beef roast) into 1 ½ pieces
2 t. salt
¼ t. pepper
¼ t. leaf thyme crumbled
1 t. Worcestershire sauce
2 T. chopped parsley

Arrange layers of potatoes, onions and meat in heavy saucepan or Dutch oven, seasoning each level with salt pepper and thyme. Add just enough water to fill pan half the depth of ingredients. Cover. Bring just to boiling and reduce heat. Simmer 1 hour or until meat is tender. Add Worcestershire sauce. Season to taste. Sprinkle with parsley. Makes 6-8 servings.


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THE LOGGERS
By C. Earl Ward
(Pete Ward)

Submitted by
Clyde E. Ward
Veedersburg, IN

Carl says, that trees mine
Charlie makes that saw whine
He cuts a notch with a couple of zips
Then bores the middle fast as a whip.
He cuts on the back, she hits the ground
Boy, you should hear that sound.
Charlie takes a breather
Then Carl cuts off a limb
Then log it off where it should be
When we go on to another tree.
Charlie says, that’s where it wants to go
I said, Charlie I don’t know.
Ronnie, he is standing by
Said, look at Charlie make that sawdust fly
They got another one on the ground
Carl looks at it with a frown
He gets the chalk and the ruler
He says boys, this is a fooler
It should make a 12 and 10
Then steps back and looks again
Cut two feet off the butt
Make the log worth twice as much.
Charlie, Carl and Ronnie take a chew
I smoke a cigarette, which I shouldn’t do
Charlie tells a joke, we all have a laugh
Then go on to another tree, just down the path.

(Charles Perry, Ronnie Ward, Carl Ward, C.E. Ward)
May 17, 1967 From the Wallace Abeix



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According To Big Al...
"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."


LOGGING


Some of my first memories of my childhood was helping my dad in the woods. I don't know how much help I was Dad, but I was in the woods with him before I started grade school. I suppose I was company to him more than the actual work I did.

We owned a farm and our dad tried his hand at dairy farming, but he didn't get along too well with milk cows. It seemed that he always ended up back in the woods cutting down trees and hauling them to market to secure money for his family. The trees that we had on our farm were all but gone when I was a mere child. Dad would always end up cutting down trees that were on his mothers woods – a subject she did not approve of with dad.. When I was 6 years old Dad purchased 80 acres of woods near Cornell Wisconsin which he removed the timber from during the winter of 46 – 47. This was a short-lived project and we returned back to the farm. In the summer time dad planted soybeans and or corn and a little rye on his farmland. He even planted buckwheat one year. He said he wanted to be a “Grain Farmer”. I often think of this when I look around here at all the “Grain Farmers” around here. Of course my dad never had the equipment nor the amount of acreage that today's farmers have – then he never had the debt that todays farmers incur either.

Dad's method of logging was quite simple. All he needed was a cross-cut saw (with me on one end when I was no more than 6 or 7), an axe (He preferred the double bitted one), a “Swede Saw”, a cant hook and a horse. The Swede saw was a local name for a bow saw. This was used for smaller trees and the cross cut saw was used for larger trees. Chain saws were not yet available. When I am using my chain saws today, I often wonder what my dad would have given for one. After the tree was cut down and cut into the proper lengths, the log was hooked up to the horse and brought to the landing which was alongside of the road. There the log was unhooked from the horse and the process was repeated. After 2 or 3 trips back to the place where we were cutting the trees, the horse would walk back unattended for the next pull. When this became the case, I would stay at the landing and unhook the horse so the circuit could be completed without my dad or me needing to walk back and forth. I always thought that this was so neat and I still do. I believe it is simpler and better than the huge “Skidders” that are used today. A roadway was not necessary for a horse unlike the skidders, and you didn't need a man to drive the horse. When you logged this way, no one could scarcely tell that you had been in the woods. After enough logs were brought to the landing, they were hand loaded onto his old Ford flatbed truck and taken to market. This is where the cant hook came into play. The truck was backed up to the elevated landing and a couple of small logs were placed between the landing and the truck and the logs were rolled onto the truck with the aid of the cant hooks. This process was quite dangerous especially with larger logs. I don't remember taking logs longer than 8 on his old truck. Taking the logs to market was always the best part of the logging operation, because this is when my dad played the radio (if it worked) and sang the songs to me. We also would stop sometimes and buy some ice cream, a quart for him and a pint for me. I still have cravings for ice cream, but today I prefer to have my vanilla ice cream with wild berries – preferably black raspberries or black berries.

The majority of the logs that we took to market was poplar which was taken to Cornell for the paper factory there. It was necessary to “Peel” the logs in order to get the best price for your logs. Peeling meant stripping off the bark of the log. In the spring of the year this was pretty easy because the sap of the tree was flowing pretty good and the bark would slide off quite easily. In the summer and fall, this was a much more difficult process because the bark didn't come off nearly so easily. This was a job that my sister and I did while our dad was cutting the trees and the horse was bringing them to the landing. This is where my hatchet came into play. You could use an axe or a draw shave, but I preferred my hatchet that Grampa Dudenhoeffer gave me. You could take the pulpwood to market without peeling the logs but you didn't get as much money for them, indeed sometimes they wouldn't even accept them without being peeled.
Basswood was another tree that we cut and took to market. It is also known as American Linden. It was used to make baskets of all sorts, like bushel baskets, strawberry baskets, pints and quarts etc.

When dad got lucky he would find some hardwoods like oak or maple and these were cut and taken to a sawmill where they were cut up into lumber. These logs were generally cut to longer lengths than 8 foot and this necessitated getting someone else to haul the logs to market. This cut into the money that we got for the logs, this is probably why dad didn't cut too much hardwoods – plus it was more dangerous using the methods he used.

One day in early spring as the frost was coming out of the ground, dad got his truck stuck in the mud alongside of the road. While he was in the process of trying to pull it out with his horse, one of the fence posts that he was using to secure the logging chain came out of the ground and struck him in the leg, breaking it in 5 places. This disabled him for the summer of 1947. Mother and I took what logs dad had out on the landing to market in the old Ford truck. Money was tight, there was no insurance nor workman's compensation back then. I'm not sure how we made out, but it was sure nice having dad around all the time. Mother must have thought so too because the next summer my brother Kenneth was born. Dad's leg never healed quite right and it was decided that he and mom would start a Raleigh Route. This was in essence a door to door sales selling salves and spices and the like to farmers. It never did to well and mother took over the sales after dad got tired of it in a short period of time. Dad went back to logging.

The sound of a tree crashing down in the woods as it is being cut always brings back memories of my dad working in the woods and the fond memories of those long ago days.


Big Al

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The world is but a canvas to the
imagination.-- Henry David Thoreau

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Mallory's “Take”
by: Mallory Kerst

What is the biggest attraction in town? The Williamsport Falls! They stand 90 feet tall. There is a creek that runs into the Falls. There are a lot of different animal's near the falls also.
Me and my friend Josie go to the falls with our mom's in the summertime. One time “Willow” was there and she said that when you look a certain way you can see an Indian face in the side of the falls.
There is a very nice pavilion near the road for looking at the falls. The town built this pavilion for visitors to enjoy. I think that thousands of people visit the falls in the summertime. When there is a lot of water on the falls they are really loud.
I read in a book that the falls were formed from glaciers that passed through during the ice ages. The Williamsport falls are the highest falls in Indiana.
Keep posted, next week I will be doing an article on a very special home in Williamsport.

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-- Anonymous

Here's a tip on this weeks puzzle: Z = E








Wednesday, February 18, 2009

February 13, 2009


ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO IN WARREN CO.
A Series Part 1


EARLY DAYS IN WARREN COUNTY

Taken From The Warren Review February 25, 1909

Good Action Never Thrown Away

Story of Billy the Brakeman and the High Bridge
East of Williamsport that was once a Low Bridge

A railroad section foreman or section boss as they were termed in the early days, was expected to possess about the same qualifications for handling men that the mate of an old-time river streamer did. That is, to be able to curse a man’s hat off his head or whip as many men as could get around him. A religious section boss would have been a great curiosity as a pious mate on a river steamer. Such being the case, it can be readily imagined what a sensation was produced in a quarterly meeting, at Independence in the early 70’s when a fine looking stranger who had been taking an active part in the meeting, was said to be the new section boss at Independence station. His name was Joseph Landry, he was a good foreman, and what a college boy would call an all around good fellow. He had been for several years in the employ of the Wabash road in one capacity or another and could tell many interesting stories of his experiences on the rail.
Landry was a great temperance and Sunday School worker and established a Lodge of the Temple of Honor at Independence and numerous accessions to the church roll resulted from his personal efforts. He thought nothing of wading through the muddy Wabash bottoms of a Saturday night to get from Riverside to Independence to meet with the boys and encourage them in their temperance work. One night after lodge he told the boys one f his best stories called "Billy the Brakemen." A lack of space will only permit a brief outline of the story which ran like this:

It seems that while Landry was firing on a freight that ran between Lafayette and Danville a certain wagon bridge that crossed the railroad just opposite Attica was not a great high bridge like it is now, but was quite low, freight cars could pass under it but the train men were compelled to lay pretty low or get knocked off.

Two or three brakemen had been killed or badly hurt there, yet as fast as one was knocked out there was a dozen more to apply for the job one wet, slippery, sleety night before leaving Danville a new brakemen was taken on in the place of one suddenly taken ill. This new man was a stranger and about all any body knew about him was, that he was called "Billy" and lived with a widowed mother in Danville. On the run to Lafayette as they were pulling out of Williamsport Landry asked the engineer if he thought Billy was posted about the low bridge just west of Attica. The engineer said he supposed so if not he would have to take his chances. Landry, however, could not bear to leave a man to take such chances and hurried over the long line of wet slippery cars, just in time to save the poor fellow from getting his head knocked off. While waiting in Attica for a passenger to pass, "Billy" told Laundry that he had, certainly saved his life and he would not soon forget him. Some years afterward Landry himself found him self at Fort Wayne. He had been discharged from a hospital that day as convalescent from a long sick spell. He was without money and wished to get to Lafayette.

He applied for transportation which was refused, and he sat in the Wabash station waiting room hoping to see some railroad acquaintance of whom he might borrow a little cash to supply present needs. He had waiting til evening in vain. The smell of good lunch from the lunch counter reminded him that a long lost appetite for food had returned with a vengeance. As lights were turned on he began to wonder where he would sleep. Finally the passenger train that would take him to Lafayette was made up, and a smart looking conductor in a very neat uniform stepped in for train orders. On his return he chance to observe Landry and his forlorn appearance attracted him. The smart young conductor was no one but "Billy" that he had saved near Attica while braking on the local. Of course "Billy" took his friend to Lafayette and supplied his wants and gave him his address with orders to draw on him if he was ever up against it in the future. And the moral of the story is that a decent all around good fellow hardly ever lacks for friends.

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Whispering Willow
By: Willow

Every February all across the country, flowers, candy, jewelry all kinds of gifts are exchanged between loved ones and all in the name of St. Valentine’s Day. But does anyone really know how this holiday began. For that matter the story of it’s patron Saint, St Valentine is shrouded in mystery.

All we know for sure is that February has for a long time been a month of romance. The day St. Valentine’s Day as we know it today has its vestiges in Christian and ancient Roman tradition.
Who was St. Valentine? How did he become associated with this ancient rite? The Christian church today recognizes three different saints and all three with the name Valentine or Valentinus, and they are all martyred.

One legend suggests that Valentine was a priest that served in the third century of Rome. Emperor Claudius decided that unmarried men made better soldiers than those with wives and family. So he outlawed marriage for young men. St. Valentine didn’t agree with the Emperor and defied him by performing marriages for young couples in secret. When the Emperor discovered what Valentine was doing he ordered him put to death.

Another legend is that Valentine himself may have been killed for trying to help Christians escape the harsh Roman prisons and when he was caught he was beaten and tortured. According to legend it was Valentine himself who actually sent the first Valentine. It is believed that he fell in love with a young woman, who may have been his jailer’s daughter who would visit him every day during his confinement.

Before his death it is believed that he sent the young woman a letter and he signed it "From Your Valentine." This expression is still used today.

The truth behind the legend is murky but the stories certainly emphasize Valentine’s appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and very importantly a romantic figure. So it comes as no surprise to learn that Valentine is one of the most popular saints in England and France.
Some believe that Valentine’s Day is celebrated on February 14th to commemorate the anniversary of his death or his burial that probably occurred around 270 A.D.

Until Next Week
Stay Warm and
Be Blessed
Willow




Willows Garden
By: Willow
"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates

How To Release Herbs For Home Remedies

There are literally hundreds of thousands of growing plants. Some are poisonous to eat or irritating to the touch, such as poison ivy for instance, but a surprising number of herbaceous plants, or other plant substances commonly called herbs, contain volatile oils, antibiotics, and aromatic or other healing chemicals. Some cultures and tribes or families know hundreds of such healing plants.

Occasionally a whole plant with stem, twig, flower, leaf and bud is used for special preventive or remedial effect, usually only one part of a plant is used at a time. The whole plant or its various parts - such as berries, root, bark, rhizome, stems, twigs, seeds, leaves, or flowers can be considered a locked box of chemicals. If you want to use the chemicals within the plant, then you must provide a special key to unlock the box. This is true of both fresh and dried plant material. Incidentally, dried material is usually two to three times as strong as the fresh.

The chemicals in the plants may be released in a wide variety of ways. The method you use will depend on whether you are using fresh or dried material and whether you intend to use the material immediately or store it for future use. There are other factors that are important as to how you prepare the herb, such as what part of the body you wish to work on, or whether it is to be used internally or externally and the remedial effect you wish to produce.

Plants react to stimuli. Some plants are soluble in water. Most leaves and flowers, some berries, and most pulverized or powdered are soluble in hot or standing cold water.

Most plant material will dissolve and It can be extracted in a distilled alcohol medium. This is why I suggest the use of certain long-lasting wines and high proof spirits. While the rectified alcohol preserves the strained "extraction," you can also add a few drops of vegetable or animal glycerine, or drops of tincture of benzoin to further preserve any preparation.

Use glass, ceramic, stainless steel, or smoothly glazed cast iron. Do not use Teflon or aluminum. Metals are sometimes corroded by the plant ingredients, so glass, glazed ceramic, or earthenware products are the best choices. Do not use iron pots when astringent vegetables are being prepared for herbal remedies, but clean cast iron is preferred over any copper or brass pots, which must never be used in preparing herbs.

Herbs can be powdered or bruised and added to such solvents as boiling or cold water, milk, vinegar, rectified alcohol, (gin, or brandy will do), wine, fat, or oil. Herbs can be roasted, for example dandelion root or chickpeas, or used bruised or wet in form of external poultices. Many herbs can be added to a variety of water baths, foot, arm, full body and so on, to detoxify the body, relieve pain, release tension, relieve itching (oatmeal), soften the skin, or bring blood to the surface of the skin (mustard paste).

Herbs can be absorbed into fats or oils to produce softening, healing creams, ointments, or massage aids. They can be added to alcohol, vinegar, or water for body rubs; to water or sherry for delicious mouth washes or combined in dry from for tooth and mouth aids. Herbs can be added to various material to various materials to produce excellent healing douches, colonic irrigations, insect repellents, healing syrups, lozenges, pills, deodorants, suppositories, and other specific health aids.

Be Blessed
Willow



RECIPE
STRAWBERRY PIE
4 C. fresh strawberries, hulled and halved
(If frozen drain well)
1 ½ C. water
3/4 C. sugar
2 T. cornstarch
1 - 3 oz. Box strawberry JELL-O
1 Pie crust, baked and cooled
1 Pint heavy cream, whipped
Combine water, sugar and cornstarch in a pan and bring to a boil over medium high heat. Boiled until clear. Remove from heat and add JELLO.
Arrange strawberries in baked pie shell and pour warm JELLO over berries. Chill for several hours. Serve topped with whipped cream



According To Big Al...
"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

The Bugs

One of the things I have in common with my three brothers, besides having the same mother and father is, we all owned a Volkswagen Beetle at one time in our life. Later in my search for our dad, I found out that even he owned one. Now the V. W. was not a pretty car – it was down right ugly. It wasn't a fast car either – it was a real slug. It did get good gas mileage at a time when that wasn't very important unless you were a teenager, strapped for cash or just frugal. In the winter time you liked to freeze to death and you normally had to keep your window open in order to keep the windshield clear to see out of. However a "Bug" tended to grow on you and you would overlook its shortcomings. It was dependable and economical to drive. The rear engine gave you tremendous traction and you could go where most cars simply couldn't. It was virtually bullet-proof, the harder you drove it the better it ran. Some people made the mistake of babying their "Bug", this was a huge mistake. Lugging it around in higher gears tended to burn the valves in the "Bug". It was a "Cult" car – the backbone of the Hippie Generation. Everyone could afford one. The were only $1800.00 new in the early 60's and you could buy a good used one for a few hundred dollars. It would be the best investment you could make in a car.

I was the first in our family to purchase a "Bug", it was a black 1956. I was a newly wed and we had our first child, Blane. The storage area under the rear window became his "Crib". There were no child restraint seats in those days but the area under the rear window was a very secure place – you just had to be careful of the sunlight shining through the rear window.
Whenever he was in his "Crib", he was content – we ran all over in our little "Bug". To this day Blane has a tendency to fall asleep in a car – even while driving. I think this is because of his early experiences in our "Bug".

My ex-wife learned how to drive in the "Bug" - it was the easiest car in its day, to pass a drivers test with because of its small size and agility. She drove it all over after she got her driver's license. Our love affair with the "Bug" came to an end when we had to sell it for money for a down payment for our first house in Dyer. During the course of trying to sell the "Bug", I was told by a used car salesman that there was a bad valve in the engine because when the clutch pedal was depressed, the engine stalled. I refused to believe him, but when I got home I took a compression test on the engine and indeed, he was correct. I pulled the head an replaced a badly burned valve before selling it for $500.00. Later on we replaced the "Bug" with a P. V. 544 Volvo which in some aspects was an even better car than the "Bug" - in fact I ended up getting two of them – one for me and one for my wife.

My brother Sam bought a V. W. soon after I did. He made a trip to California and later a trip to Canada with it. He bragged that it cost him less than $30.00 to drive from L. A. to Chicago with it – but gas was only about 30 cents a gallon back then.

My other brother Richard got a V.W. Also in the 60's because he was tired of working on his American built cars. One day when he was over at my house, he had problem with the transmission being stuck in 3rd gear. Apparently someone had tapped the rear of his car while it was parked. We tried to get it out of gear for quite some time. Finally after about 2 hours of tinkering with it we decided that we needed to pull the transmission. In the V.W. This was no minor task as the engine and transmission were one integral unit. That meant that you had to pull the whole works out from the rear. Then you had to divorce the engine and rear end to get to the transmission. It is very similar to a motorcycle engine today.

It must have been after midnight before we got the transmission out and then we couldn't find anything wrong with it. Once we got the gears to slide it shifted fine. It must have been the "Bump" while it was parked that caused the gears to jam up. After a great deal of thought and deliberation, we put it all back together. It was now about 6:00 A.M. Monday morning. When we started up the "Bug" to test it we discovered that we had 4 speeds in reverse and only one forward!!! How could this be? It seems when we split the case that holds the differential, the ring gear can be replaced on either side of the pinion gear. We replaced it on the wrong side.

It was now time for me to go to work (with no sleep). I called off work and we spent the rest of the day pulling the engine and transmission unit back out of the car and reversing the ring and pinion gears. It was a very long and tiring day and the feeling that we had done a lot of work for nothing.

By early evening, we had the little "Bug" running again with 4 speeds forward. If anyone told me a story like this I would have refused to believe it, but I was there and experienced it and I find it hard to believe. What we learned was that most mechanics at that time refused to work on the V. W. cars. They were considerably different from American cars. They were not that difficult to work on, but different. This experience gave me a valuable lesson on how to work on motorcycle engines. Todays auto mechanics have to work on far more difficult things than the old "Bug". Nothing ventured – Nothing gained – nothing learned.

Big Al



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Mallory's "Take"
by: Mallory Kerst

Her favorite color is pink and she graduated from the University of Illinois. She has two children Amy who is 23 years old and Colin who is 26 years old. Her son will be getting married this summer and her favorite food is pizza. In her spare time she likes to read books and exercise by biking......You guessed it! Moria Clark is the principal of Williamsport Elementary School.

I have learned through being a reporter that being a principal isn't easy. A principal helps teachers get what they need so that all students can learn. My school's principal was a teacher at my school before becoming a principal. She decided to become a principal to help all the students in the school instead of just the students in her class. Mrs. Clark says that "She loves being a principal because it's great seeing kids learn and grow from K-6." Mrs. Clark chose to work at Williamsport Elementary School because she loved the building and the principal at the time, Mr. Taylor. Mrs. Clark says that our school is special because it is very welcoming and the people are friendly. Mrs. Clark has been at Williamsport Elementary school for 23 years and she would like to update the technology in our school. One of the last questions I asked Mrs. Clark was what advice she had for kids moving to our school from another and she said "Be a friend and you'll make a friend!"

I think that being a principal is a tough job and Mrs. Clark does a good job at my school. I want to thank her for letting me interview her during lunch and helping me to understand what a principal does. Look for another article from me next week!



TOWN CRIER
Your Community Events

WEST LEBANON -Community Clothing Room - Free Clothing. Nazarene Church 503 High Janet Booth 893-4989 Margo White - 762-6319.

ATTICA AMERICAN LEGION VFW POST 52 has Bingo each Thursday evening starting at 6:30 pm. Fish Fry every fourth Saturday from 5:30 - 7:30 pm, Public Welcome.

UMC FOOD PANTRY will be om Service at the Williamsport Methodist Church starting Wednesday, January 14, 10 am to Noon and Wed. Jan. 21, 6-8pm. WARREN COUNTY RESIDENTS ONLY.

WARREN COUNTY CHAMBER OF COMMERCE: - meets the second Tuesday of every month at the Warren County LEDO office in Williamsport at 4:00pm. For more information call Jamie White at 762-6055. chamber@warrenadvantage.com
VEEDERSBURG - Food Pantry Operation Ministries (Church of God Ministry Center), 702 W. Second t. (765)294-5740. Food Pantry and Thrift Store Hours - Thursday & Friday 2-6 pm, Saturday, 9 - noon.

Fountain/Warren County - VFW hold Bingo every Friday at 7pm., and AYCE Fish and Chicken Fry the 2nd Friday of each month from 4:30 - 6:30.

BARIATRIC SUGURY SUPPORT GROUP
meets the 3rd Monday of each month at St. Vincent Williamsport Hospital at 6:30 - 8:00 pm, in the executive boardroom. This is open to anyone who has had bariatric surgury or would like to gather more information regarding the surgury. For more info call 762-4003.



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Friday, February 06, 2009

February 6, 2009

THE BEAUTY OF RAVINE PARK

By Donna Sullivan


The beauty of nature in this quiet park is astounding. One minute your in the middle of a town bustling with activity and turn the corner and your surrounded by the hills surrounding Ravine Park, in Attica, Indiana.

If you listen close enough or look hard enough perhaps you will see and hear the echoes of the past. The serenity surrounds you as you tread along the paths.

Paths where once the first inhabitants of this were trod; like the tribes of the Miami, the Shawnee, the Kickapoo, the Wea and the Potawatomi.
Because of it’s many springs that flow from the hillside surrounding this ravine, the many species of plants and trees that grow here to supply them with food and shelter. The Ravine was a favorite campsite of these Native American tribes.

The trails crossed this ravine were once well traveled by the Shawnee toward Romney to Shawnee Mound. A westerly trail led from near the park as it is today; crossed the town of Attica, then on to the Wabash River, near the foot of Mill Street. There were always flotillas of canoes at the banks of the Wabash. The Wabash River was the preferred trail because of their residence just across the river.

Topenebee was the leader of the Potawatomi for fifty years.. The father of Topenebee married the daughter of Shesepa a noted Kickapoo Chief and Topenebee acquired his chieftainship from the Kickapoo on his mother’s side and his high position among the Potawatomi from his father. He wasn’t a warrior, he spent many hours traveling to see to the welfare of the many tribes he presided over. His headquarters was in Attica.

In the fall of 1807; Topenebee, the Kickapoos, Potawatomi, Miami, and the Winnebago met Tucumseh and his brother The Prophet beneath the spreading branches of a giant oak tree that once stood within the city limits of Attica. This oak became known as "The Council Tree". It was long ago cut down by a man named Mitchell, much to the displeasure of the residents of Attica.
There was and many still is at least a part of a treasure of those days in Ravine Park. Just west and almost under the Canada Street bridge; stood a once towering stone called, "Council Rock". Legend has it that here the chiefs stood on the highest point to address the people. Erosion has continually reduced the size of this rock. There was once a bronze marker that bore the inscription, " Here by Indian Rock the Kickapoo, Miamis, Shawnee, Potawatomi, Weas, and other tribes smoked their Tribal Pipe of Peace." The marker disappeared during WW ll.

The first white settlers that began coming to this area in 1823, played a key role in the beginning of Attica. Among them came George Hollingworth, and David and J. Stump. These men came down the Wabash River in a canoe; they stopped at Sycamore Ford, located near the mouth of Pine Creek, just where the old railroad bridge was. They realized this would be a great landing for boats. Because of the combination of the river, and the prairie they decided it was a great location for a town. The men went to the next land sale in Crawfordsville, Indiana and bought the land adjacent to the Wabash River. In 1825 the town of Attica, Indiana was laid out.

The Ravine soon had businesses springing up all around. In 1826, near the Canada Street Bridge, a combined Still and Grist Mill was erected in the ravine. A brickyard in Ravine Park had its kiln where the pavilion now stands. It was also the site of a factory that made wooden bowls, ladles, butter churn prints, and all kinds of woodenware. A limekiln stood where the Canada Street Bridge is now.

But the most significant thing to come out of the ravine was water for the town of Attica. The same spring that once quenched the thirst of the Native Americans and early settlers was leased by Lewis Hollvy from John Brady in 1835. Hollvy built a dam in the creek located at the lower in the lower part of the park and established a water works system.

For pipes he bore water seasoned logs and the water was brought down as far as the corner of Perry and Main Streets. The stone reservoirs were located beside the reflecting pool of large lions head fountain and at the top of the hill on Avenue One.

Hollvy’s Dam lasted many years. The creek was used as a swimming pool, a source of water for the tank of hose drawn wagons that sprinkled the dirt roads and a Bath House. The Bath House had showers and tub baths for twenty-five cents or monthly or seasonal tickets.

In 1870 the addition of the present picnic grounds was the site of an agricultural fair.

The beauty of this sacred and serene spot surrounded by homes has not lost its beauty or its attraction to the people of Attica. The past and present history of this ravine is held with in the beauty of this ravine surrounded by hills and homes. Even a simple drive through the ravine will draw you back there time and time again.




Whispering Willow
By: Willow

This is another one of those weeks where I am at a loss for a topic here. That’s what happens when the weather gets cold and you lock yourself indoors. There isn’t enough conversation to give you fuel for thought.

I have been busying myself with research on the computer and it seems that every time I google for an answer and follow the leads it just leads to another list to choose from; it sort of feels like the dog chasing his tail. I never did get the answer I am looking for.

Not many of you know that I have written a novel; it is a mystery. I am in the process of waiting for literary agents to get back in touch with me.

One of the key elements in the book is a necklace. In the ‘60’s and ‘70"s there was a popular necklace among couples. It was a split heart, and each one wore half the heart on a chain around their necks. When the two halves were together they had a saying and then when they were apart each half had its own saying.

I have searched the net for months looking for this necklace, to find out what they sayings were. All I can find is the heart necklaces that say "Best Friends" or Love Forever". This isn’t it. The saying on the heart as a whole was a full phrase with about 8-10 words and the half had about 5 words each.

If any of you know what this saying was could you please contact me? I can be reached at 765-585-1115 or email me at alittlebit@willowenterprises.net.
Until Next Week
Stay Warm and
Be Blessed
Willow



Willows Garden
By: Willow


"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates


SLIMMING WITH TEAS

Weight problems are usually exacerbated by digestive difficulties, stress and poor circulation that hinder the assimilation of nutrients and elimination of waste. Herbal teas help provide a natural way to help us lose excess weight.

Herbal teas that have bitters bring new vitality to your system. They ease digestive disorders and cleanse your body. Some herbal teas are diuretics help to prevent water retention and bloating. There are herbals teas to strengthen your resistance to stress and you can automatically cure the cue for stress eating

Herbal teas contain zero calories or fat and sweet teas ease your sugar cravings and also to aid in the digestion of carbohydrates, proteins, and fats. These herbal teas help to curb your appetite between meals. With herbal teas you will never have to feel depleted of energy because of the vitamins, minerals, and nutrients in herbal teas.

Alfalfa. This herbal is chocked full of nutrients and essential amino acids for strength and it is a cleanser and a mild laxative to help keep you intestinal tract in good condition. When blended with peppermint you get a minty flavor and soothing effects.

Bladderwrack. This is a thyroid tonic and gentle metabolic stimulant that helps your body to utilize nutrients and burn calories better.

Dandelion. This is a cleanser and natural diuretic that is full of potassium and vitamins. It also helps to prevent constipation and bloating. While standard diuretics lead to potassium losses and leave you feeling weak, the dandelion works gently and naturally to balance to fluids of your body.

Marigold. This calming floral tea eases digestive tract disorders and de-stresses your stomach lining and bowels.

Oatstraw. This herbal tea is a full body tonic from the oat plant that gives us oat bran and oatmeal. There are a lot of vitamins and minerals for staying power.

Papaya. This is a tropical tea from the melon tree and is better for you than antacids. It counteracts acidity with its alkalizing enzyme. The papaya has enzymes to digest proteins and carbohydrates.

Raspberry. The raspberry tea is rich in vitamins and minerals.

Rosemary. Known as the herb of love and remembrance it also aids in the digestion of fats, and enhances your circulation. It is also good for your heart. What a way to love!

Sage. This is the herb of longevity. The tea increases digestive enzymes and stimulates your liver to give you a newfound vigor.

Sweet Treats. Vanilla, Anise, Licorice. These teas help to curb your desire for sweets. While they improve your health they curb your appetite and satisfy cravings. The natural vanilla is a mood elevator and an antioxidant that can be used as a tea or added to any other tea. To calm you stomach and calm a restless digestion then you need to drink Anise tea. The licorice is a digestive regulator and also a booster for nutrient stimulation.

Yerba Mate. This vitality tea has lots of B vitamins to combat stress. It is a metabolic stimulant and helps the body utilize carbohydrates fats and proteins. Taking yerba mate gives you the energy you need to stay thin. Instead of water take yerba mate to the gym in you water bottle for that extra boost.

Be Blessed
Willow



RECIPE
Chocolate Shortbread
Preheat oven to 300 degrees
Have ready a 13 x 9 inch baking pan
Beat on medium speed
½ lb. (2 sticks) unsalted, soften butter
½ C. superfine sugar
Melt, stirring often, in the top of a double boiler or in a microwave on medium:
2 oz. Semi-sweet or bittersweet chocolate
Remove from heat and let cool slightly.
Sift over the top: 2 C. all-purpose flour
Add the melted chocolate, and then stir until well blended. Press the dough into the pan to form a smooth even layer. Bake until top is firm when lightly depressed and a toothpick can be inserted in the center and come out clean, about 40 minutes. Remove the pan to a rock and let cool until barely warm. Cut into bars and transfer to rack to cool completely.

According To Big Al...

"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

LONG BACKHOE

When Donna and I moved down here to our little 10-acre farm, I realized that we needed some farming equipment. The first thing I went looking for was a tractor. I was always partial to the old Ford tractors because my dad and cousin each had one and there are always plenty of used attachments for them. I found one across the state line in Illinois near my brother who lives in Neoga, which is near Mattoon. It was a 1942 Ford with a scraper, bush hog, and disk. After I purchased it we brought it home on Richard's lowboy trailer. Later I purchased the trailer from him so I could move the tractor around. After a little searching, I found a 2-bottom plow and a cultivator for the tractor.

After we were here for a while, I came to the realization that I could sure use a backhoe to run a water line to our barn and chicken coop. I found a 1974 Long tractor with an attached backhoe at an auction at Steam Jct. and bought it with the very last of my available funds. After some initial problems with the Long tractor this purchase proved to be a valuable addition. The first project was to run the water line to the barn and install a water hydrant at the chicken coop. This was about a 900 foot run. I also buried an electrical line from the barn to the chicken coop. We had R.E.M.C. Run an electrical line to the barn earlier. Later I installed a sewer system at the barn for a bath facilities that I installed at the barn. When I bought the property at the corner of 450 St. and 263, I used the backhoe to install a new septic system there. While the backhoe is an old and rather worn out piece of equipment, I sure feel that I got my money's worth out of it, but it still had another job to do.

After sitting dormant for quite a while, a new situation arose for the need of the backhoe. Our drain line off the kitchen sink needed replacing. The existing line ran under the concrete slab of the house. I decided to run a new line around the perimeter of the house and tie in the septic tank. It was getting late in the fall and I decided to get it done before it got too cold and froze up. I called the phone company and REMC to locate the underground lines. This was done and I went back to the machine shed to get the backhoe. With a little trouble, I got the backhoe up to the house and in position to start digging. After digging a couple of buckets, I noticed a stream of hydraulic fluid blowing out onto my new house siding. I shut down and investigated the leak. It was one of the hydraulic lines. I got out my tools and remove the line from the backhoe. I checked my supply of hydraulic lines and decided it would be best to have a new one made up, so I took the old line to Birkey's and had a new one made up. When I got back and installed the new line, the tractor refused to start. (Someone left the ignition switch on). I then got out the battery charger and hooked it up to the battery. The next morning when I got out to the tractor, I noticed that the battery charger's electrical line was missing. It appeared that my dogs had a tug-a-war with it. I took it back to the garage and soldered the lines back onto the charger and took it back to the tractor and hooked it back up again. The following morning I got the backhoe running again, but when I started digging again, I realized that I replaced the wrong line. Shut it down - removed the line - back to Birkey's - replaced the line. The next morning try again. This time I got it running and started digging, being very careful not to dig up any lines. My neighbor Jim came over to give me a hand. By the time it was getting dark, we had the trench dug. The next morning we got the plastic sewer lines in, leveled and coupled up to the kitchen sink and septic tank. Then I got my old Ford tractor with the scraper on it and started filling in the trench. We got it fairly well covered up before quitting for the night. That night the ground froze pretty good and the leveling off of the backfill would have to wait till spring. What will be my next project for the old Long Tractor?
Big Al

Mallory's "Take"
By: Mallory Kerst

This week I am writing about the Potholes in Warren County. I believe that the potholes were formed by glaciers. A glacier is a big chunk of ice that has been frozen for a long time.

I borrowed a book from Mrs. Finney in my school's library that had some information about the potholes in it. This book is about Williamsport and it says that the potholes are unusual holes formed in Fall creek by glaciers.

I have been to the potholes several times. One time when my family went there we seen a weird looking lizard. There is a trail that you walk down to get to the potholes, at the end of the trail there is a big pothole that I have swam in.

If you follow the trail across the slippery potholes and up the stairs you come to a waterfall at the start of the potholes. This is a very pretty place. I hope that all of you take time to visit the Potholes in Warren County this summer.

Next week I will be interviewing someone with an important job in our community.

TOWN CRIER

Your Community Events

WEST LEBANON -Community Clothing Room - Free Clothing. Nazarene Church 503 High Janet Booth 893-4989 Margo White - 762-6319.

ATTICA AMERICAN LEGION VFW POST 52 has Bingo each Thursday evening starting at 6:30 pm. Fish Fry every fourth Saturday from 5:30 - 7:30 pm, Public Welcome.

UMC FOOD PANTRY will be om Service at the Williamsport Methodist Church starting Wednesday, January 14, 10 am to Noon and Wed. Jan. 21, 6-8pm. WARREN COUNTY RESIDENTS ONLY.

WARREN COUNTY CHAMBER OF COMMERCE: - meets the second Tuesday of every month at the Warren County LEDO office in Williamsport at 4:00pm. For more information call Jamie White at 762-6055. chamber@warrenadvantage.com

VEEDERSBURG - Food Pantry Operation Ministries (Church of God Ministry Center), 702 W. Second t. (765)294-5740. Food Pantry and Thrift Store Hours - Thursday & Friday 2-6 pm, Saturday, 9 - noon.

Fountain/Warren County - VFW hold Bingo every Friday at 7pm., and AYCE Fish and Chicken Fry the 2nd Friday of each month from 4:30 - 6:30.

BARIATRIC SUGURY SUPPORT GROUP
meets the 3rd Monday of each month at St. Vincent Williamsport Hospital at 6:30 - 8:00 pm, in the executive boardroom. This is open to anyone who has had bariatric surgury or would like to gather more information regarding the surgury. For more info call 762-4003.

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Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.
-- Soren Kirkegaard
Here's a tip on this weeks puzzle: Z = E

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Friday, January 30, 2009


ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE
YEARS AGO IN ATTICA

Taken form the Attica Ledger Nov. 13, 1886

One of the most destructive tornados ever recorded struck the city about 6 o’clock yesterday evening, leaving death and destruction in the course. The tornado appeared to form in the southwest, and parties who had the opportunity to observe its form describe it as having the appearance of smoke from an engine at first, then it began to assume a funnel shape and darker and more ominous looking clouds were rapidly attracted to it until the tornado started to move in a northeasterly direction.

The tornado first struck the river a few hundred yards below the wagon bridge throwing water at least two hundred feet high. One man who was about entering the bridge saw the tornado approaching hand hitching his steam started on run up town. The tornado then struck the bridge, shattering it to pieces, one portion being carried in the air and fell on the roof of Fred Lash’s store, a distance of about three hundred yards. Mr. Mentzer was in the tollhouse at the time the bridge was carried away and had a miraculous escape. Mr. Mentzer was in the east portion of the house and hearing the noise made by the tornado put his head out of the window in time to see the bridge blow away and the west side of the house vanish. The tornado then started on its deadly mission through a portion of the city, laying everything in ruins in its path. John Bethel’s house, near the river, was badly damaged, and George Sim’s carpenter shop was lifted from the foundation and was badly crushed. The fence factory was entirely swept away and the roof torn off Sam Clark’s saw mill and the smoke stack torn down.

The C. & I. C. Depot was shattered to a considerable extend and the freight depot totally demolished. Several freight cars were blown from the track and one turned bottom side up. The loss to the company can not yet be ascertains, but it will foot up considerable.

Fisher, Abergast & Company’s carriage factory is a total wreck, the loss being estimated at from $30,000 to $35,000. This firm will lose all they had accumulated in twenty-five years of hard labor.

Will VanDeventer was in the factory at the time and was completely buried beneath the falling bricks. Willing hands were soon at work to rescue him from his perilous position and it was not long until he was taken out. Medical assistance was immediately summoned and it was found that VanDeventer had received a broken leg and several ribs fractured.

Hess and Harvey’s wagon shop is a total wreck, the loss being roughly estimated at $15,00. Charles Johnson and Pearson & Points carpenter shops are in ruins, and Andrews and Company’s Lumber office is a total wreck. Nixon’s Warehouse was struck and badly damaged, the engine house being laid in ruins. Feuerstein’s warehouse is a total wreck and Frank Milford’s property at the foot of Main was slightly damaged.

Moses Loeb’s saloon was entirely demolished, the occupants narrowly escaping. The third story of Green’s ware rooms were lifted up and hurled with terrific force between the blocks, gutting Henny’s photograph gallery and Hemphill’s dry good store, the loss to the latter being fully $3,000. The roof was taken off Green’s hardware store and hurled like paper through the air. La Monte Green was in his office back of the store when the tornado reached the building and made a jump for the store, and just as he cleared the steps the third story of his warerooms came crashing through the office totally demolishing that portion of the building. Wolf Hirsh’s house, on Main Street was unroofed and otherwise damaged. Dave Smith’s wagon shop was damaged to the extent of about $2,000.

One end of the opera house was torn away and all the small buildings in rear of the Banta block were destroyed. The roof was torn off Zeigler’s dry goods store, but none of the stock was injured. The roof was blown off Pixley’s Saloon and the rear portion of Kiff’s stables is in ruins. The valuable horse, Bald Hornet, was buried beneath the debris, but was gotten out uninjured.
The Revere house, a three-story brick, was badly wrecked, a portion of the south end and the whole of the north end being torn away. Mrs. John Hirsh and baby were in the north room of the second story at the time the walls were torn away, but miraculously escaped with injury.

The roof was torn from the city mill, the window lights all broken, and the office, corn crib and smoke stack demolished. The Gass property, occupied by I.E. Schoonover and Lon Brady, is a total wreck Mrs. Schooner was slightly injured by falling plaster. Mrs Lon Brady was sitting in the room with her son in her arms, and when the tornado struck the building and blew the child out of her arms into an adjoining room. Mrs. Brady jumped up and started after the child, but as she did so the partition separating the two rooms ell in such a manner as to shield the child, one side resting against the wall, When the child was taken out it was found to have received a deep though not dangerous cut on the head.

It is next to impossible at this time, with the people of the city sitting amid the ruins of a hundred homes and a score of manufactories, to estimate the loss that this terrible visitation ha wrought. None who have not seen the work of a cyclone can form any adequate idea of the character of the work it does. The most cursory glance at the damage done by the storm of last evening on the thrifty city can but impress the beholder with some sense of magnitude of the disaster, though it may not be an adequate one. Literally hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of property was swept out of existence as suddenly as though it had been swallowed by an earthquake.

The cyclone is worse than a fire because in this instance at least, the loss is total, "there being no insurance against the ravages of this monster of the upper deep.
Only the space of twenty-four hours have elapsed, and a sprightly and enterprising city is bowed, in desolation such as not one city in a thousand can appreciate, through experience, for which humanity may ever be thankful. The sweep and swish of the cyclone once heard will never be forgotten, nor will the observer of one care to see another. The city of Attica has sturdily held its own against all comers and ask no favors not granted to plunk and enterprise. But it has ever sought to be an honorable competitor, giving every advantage that it asks. Today somewhat of the clan for the time has been lost to the city of AAttica, but we have no doubt that it will speedily regain it all and go forward in the honorable and business-like manner that has characterized it at all times. We do not make this assertion in the spirit of boasting, but as a kind of confession that we have not lost the felling of competition that is the should of progress today we are in no position to assume anything but the spirit of submission to the unkind late that has overtaken us at this time. And to it we bow.

To all who have come in competition with Attica we confidently appeal in the moment of distress, not for charity, but for the consideration that all honorable men tender their fellows when in trouble. It is the intention of Attica to at once set about The cyclone is worse than a fire because in this instance at least, the loss is total, "there being no insurance against the ravages of this monster of the upper deep.

Only the space of twenty-four hours have elapsed, and a sprightly and enterprising city is bowed, in desolation such as not one city in a thousand can appreciate, through experience, for which humanity may ever be thankful. The sweep and swish of the cyclone once heard will never be forgotten, nor will the observer of one care to see another. The city of Attica has sturdily held its own against all comers and ask no favors not granted to plunk and enterprise. But it has ever sought to be an honorable competitor, giving every advantage that it asks. Today somewhat of the clan for the time has been lost to the city of Attica, but we have no doubt that it will speedily regain it all and go forward in the honorable and business-like manner that has characterized it at all times. We do not make this assertion in the spirit of boasting, but as a kind of confession that we have not lost the felling of competition that is the should of progress today we are in no position to assume anything but the spirit of submission to the unkind late that has overtaken us at this time. And to it we bow.

To all who have come in competition with Attica we confidently appeal in the moment of distress, not for charity, but for the consideration that all honorable men tender their fellows when in trouble.
More next week.
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Whispering Willow
By: Willow

Another year has passed for me. Today, Friday, I am 62 years old. I know some of you are thinking why is she announcing her age. I know most of us want to hide our age. I don’t. I figure I earned every minute of those years and it wasn’t always easy.

But as I look back I can’t regret anything that happened. I wonder if I had the chance to do it all over again, would I? You know the resounding answer rings in my head. Hell, yes! Oops bad word. But I use it for emphasis only.

Those events of the past have shaped and molded everything that has come after them. If they had not happened would I be who I am today. Every happening was a learning experience. Every good and every bad event taught me a new lesson and gave me a new strength or made stronger one I already had.

The thing that scares me the most about thinking what if those things had never happened or if I could change them, what would change in my life today? Who would I be? Who wouldn’t be in my life? Where would I be? Would I be here?

I don’t want to lose any of what I have today. I don’t want to be anyone different than who I am, I like where I am, I like my life just as it is, and most of all I like me.
So next time something happens that you wish you hadn’t; just "think" about it. Draw from it. Make it work for you; at least learn from it. Someday you will thank yourself for it.

Be Blessed ( I am)
Willow
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Willows Garden
By: Willow

"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates


PEPPERMINT


The peppermint is a perennial that likes warm moist climates and rich soil around brooks and streams. It is a aromatic plant that will invigorate you with just a whiff of your hand brushing over the leaves. It is also called White Peppermint or Mitcham, fro the area in England where it is cultivated for medicinal purposes.

The plant has smooth green steams with an undertonement of red, with lance-shaped leaves with scented edges. In July and August the peppermint the peppermint blooms in cluster of tiny violet-colored flowers that form spikes from the upper leaves.

Peppermint oil is the third most popular oil in the world next to lemon and orange. It has a powerful menthol.

There are more than 210 species of mint including spearmint, applemint, pineapple mint, red mint, ginger mint, Russian mint, Corsican Mint, and American wild mint., as well and many hybrid-garden and wild mints. But peppermint is considered the best.

Mint is mentioned in the bible as one of the herbs that was used in paying taxes. In Greece it was used for flavoring wine and sauces and had a special place in the festivals and the crowns for nobles were often made of mint. The Japanese valued mint highly and carried it in silver boxes that hung from their belts.

In old England the mints were frown in gardens in one district, Mitcham in Surrey, in 1750 there was only a few acres that grew peppermint, but by 1800 a 100 acres grew peppermint and in 1850 the peppermint fields covered 500 acres and there were peppermint fields in the southern districts as well. In France where it is called ‘red mint’, peppermint farms flourish as well as in the United States and around the world.

Ailments
Chest and Nasal Congestion: A peppermint bag in a pot of boiling water on the stove and inhale the aroma to clear congestion.

Cure-All: The British take mint seriously and often take what is called the Peppermint Cure. The drink peppermint water or peppermint spirits to ward off colds and disease at the onset.
Headaches: The mint is a strong local pain reliever, when applied to the skin. Place a warm tea bag where the pain is most pronounced will bring pain relief. It’s also been used in compresses for the pain of rheumatism and neuralgia.

Larngitis, Bronchitis: the same as chest and nasal congestion.

Nervus tension/stress: A cup of peppermint tea calms you all over It been used for hysteria and nervous disorders.

Seasickness and nausea: When you take a cruise take peppermint tea, the menthol has an anesthetic effect on nerve endings of the stomach, and prevents seasickness and nausea. Drink the tea iced.

Toothaches and cavites: Peppermint is a strong antiseptic and anesthetic and is ideal for the pain of toothaches. Gargle with the peppermint tea and press the press the wet tea bag right on the painful tooth and numb the pain and treat the infection.

Stomach Cramps: peppermint tea alleviates sudden pains in the abdomen.

Peppermint has been used through the ages for palpitations of the heart, cholic, dyspepsia, and fluatulence.

Be Blessed
Willow
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Cabbage Rolls with Tomato Sauce

¾ pound ground beef
2 eggs
½ + 2 T. grated parmesan cheese (separate use)
salt, pepper and oregano to taste
2 gloves minced garlic
1 ½ cups cooked white rice
1 medium head cabbage
6 qt. Boiling water
3 cups tomato sauce
Mix together ground beef, eggs and ½ cup of cheese, salt, pepper, oregano, minced garlic and the rice. Mix well and set aside.
Remove the cabbage core and drop the whole cabbage into the boiling water and cook for about 20 minutes or until the leaves begin coming apart easily. Drain in a colander.
Take 1 large cabbage leaf at a time and put 2 tablespoons of the mixture on it. Roll into long rolls, tucking the ends in so the stuffing doesn’t fall out.
Place the cabbage rolls in a greased baking pan and pour tomato sauce over the top. Sprinkle with more cheese, salt pepper, oregano and garlic powder.
Cover with foil and bake at 374 degrees for 1 hour. Serves 4
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According To Big Al...
"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

THE DOG WHISPERER

Have you watched Ceasar Milan's television program "The Dog Whisperer" featuring how to train or retrain problem dogs? I think it is a very interesting and mind expanding program. Ceasar not only addresses how to get your dog's problems taken care of, but what the dog owners need to do to get this done – indeed the dog's owners are the key problem in solving dog problems. The most important thing that comes to mind is that the dog's owner must be the leader of the "dog pack" in order to correct any and all problems. In order for this to happen he or she must be calm and strict in his control of whatever situation is involved. Taking charge of the situation and being absolutely consistent applying the rules are absolutely necessary in order to get the job done.

I can't help but apply this same control to taking care of human problems, particularly the raising of children. Adults are suppose to be in charge of the rearing of children, not the wants or whims of the children and consistency of actions is what is most important in getting this done. Come to think of it, wouldn't it be wonderful if consistency of rules and the enforcement of them would be applied in all facets of our daily life's? How can rules be followed if we are inconsistent in enforcing them? I'm sure you can apply this to many situations that you are involved in, like work situations, law enforcement, school activities, personal relationships, marriages, rearing of children and many others too numerous to mention, but above all others consistency in political activities. Wouldn't it be a wonderful life if we all did what we know is right and acted accordingly in a consistent and meaningful manner?

The more I watch the "Dog Whisperer" program, the more I see applications in our daily life's and daily situations. So if you haven't seen this program, I think it is worth your time and effort to watch it at least once and apply the thinking in your daily life.

Dog Rules
1. You are the leader of the Pack
2. Your rules must be enforced
3. You must be consistent in enforcement of rules
4 You must be calm and in control
5 You must demand submissive behavior in your pack
6. You need to channel your pack's energy
7 You need to trusted by exhibiting control and protection of your pack
8 You must exhibit a calm and controlling manner – not rash and harsh
9. You must maintain order
10. You need to be reasonable in your application of the rules

These rules are my interpretation of what I have seen on this program "The Dog Whisperer" and my real life situations application. You may not agree with everything that I say here, but that is your prerogative. I do, however, think that the main thoughts will be consistent with mine or if not if some or all of this line of reasoning is applied in your life, you will find that things will work out a lot better for you and your " Pack".

P. S. Doesn't this remind you of how your dad treated you – at least most of the time?
Big Al
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Mallory's "Take"

Hi, I am Mallory Kerst. I am 9 years old and I attend Williamsport Elementary School. My teacher is Mrs. McDonald and she will be moving at the end of the school year. She will be moving to Georgia where her husband is currently teaching a writing class. I am really going to miss my teacher. My friend Josie is sad too. All of the kids in my class talk about how they will miss Mrs. McDonald. I bet she has taught a lot of people in this town. My teacher really likes horses. She goes horseback riding a lot in her free time. Mrs. McDonald has taught 4 of my cousins and the cool thing is that she has taught my class for two years now! I hope that she has fun in Georgia and gets the job that she wants.
Next week I will be giving my "take" on the Potholes in warren county. Please look for my story!
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FYI

Mallory's article was suppose to be in last weeks paper, but due to computer operator error it was not. This young lady is a joy to talk with. She is very articulate and bright.

We will be enjoying a colunn here by Mallory for a while. The extent hasn't been determined yet. I think that will be up to Mallory. But I think it will be of interest to all of us to see our community throught the eyes of this bright young lady.

I hope you all enjoy her articles as much as I do.. I am looking forward to hearing her "take" on the pot holes. It is one of my favorite spots in Warren County.

Donna Sullivan
owner/Editor
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CRYTOQUOTE
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To solve the puzzle, one letter stands for another. As in the word "EXAMPLE" above "R" stands for "E". Sentence structure and grammar rules and sentence structure are another clue.

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Last Weeks Answer
If you can't win, make the fellow ahead of you break the record.
-- Anonymous
Here's a tip on this weeks puzzle: Z = E
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TOWN CRIER
Your Community Events

WEST LEBANON -Community Clothing Room - Free Clothing. Nazarene Church 503 High Janet Booth 893-4989 Margo White - 762-6319.

ATTICA AMERICAN LEGION VFW POST 52 has Bingo each Thursday evening starting at 6:30 pm. Fish Fry every fourth Saturday from 5:30 - 7:30 pm, Public Welcome.

UMC FOOD PANTRY will be om Service at the Williamsport Methodist Church starting Wednesday, January 14, 10 am to Noon and Wed. Jan. 21, 6-8pm. WARREN COUNTY RESIDENTS ONLY.

WARREN COUNTY CHAMBER OF COMMERCE: - meets the second Tuesday of every month at the Warren County LEDO office in Williamsport at 4:00pm. For more information call Jamie White at 762-6055. chamber@warrenadvantage.com

VEEDERSBURG - Food Pantry Operation Ministries (Church of God Ministry Center), 702 W. Second t. (765)294-5740. Food Pantry and Thrift Store Hours - Thursday & Friday 2-6 pm, Saturday, 9 - noon.

Fountain/Warren County - VFW holds Bingo every Friday at 7pm., and AYCE Fish and Chicken Fry the 2nd Friday of each month from 4:30 - 6:30.

BARIATRIC SUGURY SUPPORT GROUP
meets the 3rd Monday of each month at St. Vincent Williamsport Hospital at 6:30 - 8:00 pm, in the executive boardroom. This is open to anyone who has had bariatric surgury or would like to gather more information regarding the surgury. For more info call 762-4003.

Friday, Jauary 23, 2009


HISTORY OF THE SHAWNEE IN INDIANA
By: Donna Sullivan & Mallory Kirst


The name Shawnee means "southerner". It was said that the Shawnee, a large and united tribe were on of the early historic groups of southern Indiana, but this has been questioned due to conflicting reports. The Shawnee considered the Delaware the "grandfathers" of the Shawnee tribe and the source for all the Algonquin tribes.

The Shawnee were living in northwestern Indiana by 1788, but some bands of the tribe roamed around Indiana and in April of that same year, Kakinathucca’s band were hunting and making sugar in the southwestern part of Indiana. When the sugar making was done they the moved toward Vincennes, near where the Ohio and White Rivers meet and here the women of the tribe planted their crops. The men of the tribe were warriors and the care of the crops was the responsibilities of the women. Many of the tribal ceremonies were centered around the agricultural cycle. In the spring when it was time to plant they performed the corn dance. When the crops were ripe they did the Green Corn Dance and at harvest time it was the Autumn Bread Dance to celebrate the harvest. When the harvest was done the band moved again, north toward Fort Wayne.

It was in the village near the White River where the Shawnee "Prophet" had his vision and he and his brother started their campaign among the central woodland tribes for the tribes return to the native way of life. The Prophet gained many followers but only a few Shawnee supported his ideas.

The Shawnee were divided into five divisions, the Pekowi, Chalakatha, the Theawikila, Kispola, and Miskohe. Each division had their own war chief, peace chief, woman chief, messenger and sacred bundle.

The Chalakatha and the Pekowi had established villages in Indiana and Tecumseh and his brother the Prophet belonged by birth to the Kishpolo division.

The tribal chiefs were chosen from either the Chalakatha or the Thawikila divisions. Each division was divided into a number of partilatineal or gens groups. An individual’s name referred directly to some the animal or a characteristic of the animal that the gen took their name.

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A FAMILY REMEMBERS

Perry Beaver, the name that was later changed to ‘Beever’, is the great grandfather of Mallory Kirst, who resides in Williamsport, Indiana. With the help of her grandmother, Mallory has begun to learn her Native American Heritage. In an interview with Mallory this last week she provided me with information about her great grandfather. This is the idea that sparked the plan for the article on the History of the Shawnee in Indiana.

Perry Beaver was born December 28, 1830, in Champaign County, Ohio and died at the age of 57, "8 months and a few days". He and his wife Margaret Ann had 11 children and lost six of the children in infancy.

We don’t know what tribe of Shawnee Perry Beaver was a part of. But given what the story of the History of the Shawnee in Indiana states, I would say that Perry Beaver was a member of the Beaver Tribe.
It is good to see young people interested in their heritage and parents and grandparents taking an interest in helping them to preserve it.

A lot of Native American heritage has been lost, due to fear. There was a time when a Native American was not allowed to own land and it was taken away from them. So many of them claimed to be other nationalities, and only spoke in whispers of their heritage. This has been the case in my own family history research and makes that research very difficult to complete.

The Native American’s are a proud people and it is a shame that their heritage may be lost.
What can we do? Write it down as Mallory’s grandmother has done for her, get a tape recorder and let your parents and grandparents talk. Preserve the family history and story line. I have many cassettes of my grandfather and grandmother speaking into a recorder that they had forgotten was there. I have played this for my grandchildren, two of them that didn’t get to know them. It was a joy to share this with them. But the point is, this is a history that will go on. Will yours?
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Whispering Willow
By: Willow

A few weeks ago I asked for you as readers to send me stories or recipes. I received a few responses to the recipe request and I thank all of you very much. Surprisingly, I didn’t receive much response to the request for stories. That is until the Christmas Holidays I received a letter from Mallory Kiest. Mallory is nine years old. She has been reading my paper for a long time. She said in her letter she had an idea for a story, so I met with Mallory and her mother last Saturday.

I was very impressed with this young lady. She knew what she wanted to talk about and the conversation moved along swiftly. Her idea was a story about her grandfather, xxxxx Beever. Her grandfather was a member of the Shawnee tribe of the Alquonquin Indian tribe. She brought with her some information about her family history.

So I went online and researched the Shawnee, our story appears as the main article this week. Mallory shares my byline this week because she helped me research the material in the story.
The best part of the meeting was when Mallory asked if she could write an article in my paper that would be of interest to her age group. This idea appealed to me, so I explained what we would need to do to print her article in the paper every week

On Monday evening I received Mallory’s first article by email. The column is written by Mallory in her own words, and is entitled "Mallory’s Take". She informs us that she already has an idea for her next column. I hope you enjoy reading Mallory’s article. She has put a lot of thought into what she has to say. I think we can look forward to more interesting article from this young lady.
Be Blessed
Willow
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Willows Garden
By: Willow

"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates

BURDOCK

Burdock is also known as Beggar’s Buttons, and Coltbur. It is credited by the Hawaiians known there by its Japanese name gobo, with the ability to increase strength and endurance. Hawaiians who need stamina to perform some arduous task have been known to repeat the popular expression, "I need gobo." The Burdock is a sturdy plant, its Latin name Actium derives from the Greek work meaning "bear," is found in many countries all over the world. Various cultures have discovered its versatility in culinary as well as medicinal.

The burdock plant is alternately despised as a troublesome weed and sought out as a cherished healing herb. As far as troublesome is concerned it not only can take over a garden when introduced, but when you dog comes home with the little hitchhikers tangled in their fur, it is a real problem untangling them. It was introduced into North America by early European settlers, it grows along roadsides, in ditches, hedgerows, and waste places throughout most of the United States and Canada. It also grows in Asia, and particularly Japan where it is cultivated as a healing plant.

This is a biennial plant with long dull green stalks and large, up to 12 inches long, oval leaves with many veins. The leaf resembles rhubarb because of their size, shape and wavy edges and the underside is gray, covered with a fine down. The stalks and leaves are usually stripped with purple patterns. In it’s second year of growth, fuzzy looking purple blossoms top the thick seed stalks that can grow up to 3 feet high. Those pesty little hitchhikers, the burs, follow the flowers. These burs are covered with bristly stickers that make them stick like Velcro. The plant sends down a long thick taproot, which is the part that is used medicinally.

To plant burdock, though I can’t imagine why anyone would see the need to since they are so easy to identify and grow so prolifically in this area, set seeds ¼ inch deep in rows that are about 2 feet apart. When the seedlings establish, thin them to about 6 inches apart. The plant thrives in a deep bed of well-rotted compost, manure, sawdust, leaf mold, wood chips, and other light loose material. Sawdust is an especially good addition to the bed because it increases porosity and makes it easier to pull up the roots. Fine would chips would also help. If the bed is too shallow or not porous enough, the roots well are very difficult to dig up, since they grow to over 12 inches long. A thin spade or posthole digger can help unearth stubborn roots.

For medicinal reasons, treat the burdock as an annual by harvesting its roots at the end of the growing season in the plants first year of growth. Follow the drying procedure I have given in the past for the drying of roots. The leftover tops make an excellent mulch and compost ingredient.

In China and Japan the burdock root is not only consumed because of its excellent taste but also for its strengthening and nutritive qualities. The fresh root is skinned and sliced into thin rounds and added to soups, vegetables, stir-fries, and meat dishes. A rich tasting miso broth, fortified with sea and land vegetables, including burdock is a classic Japanese soup. To make this simple soup see this weeks recipe. The nutritional benefits of burdock and those of the seaweed which contain 10 to 20 percent more minerals than land plants make this a very healthy soup.

Europeans and Americans alike enjoy the leaves and stalks of the burdock as a vegetable. You can gather the tender young leaves of the first year burdock in early spring. Blanch them in water, and use them as a salad vegetable. Peed and served in a salad or cooked like asparagus, the young leaf stalks also make a good savory vegetable dish. When the plants reach their second year of growth the immature flowers stalks can be peeled to yield a tasty pith. Remove all parts of the outer rind and cook this pith like the roots.

In addition to its culinary uses, burdock has some long-standing medicinal applications. Burdock leaf poultices have been used for centuries to treat gout in Europe and China. In Chinese medicine, the seedpod is dried and used for colds and coughs, swelling of the throat, boils and measles. Both the European and Chinese herbalists have long considered burdock roots lightly warming, moistening effect an excellent tonic for the lungs and liver, and a good blood purifier. When the leaves are used in an infusion or a decoction of the root, it is traditionally used as a wash for various skin problems, including ringworm, acne, measles rash, and burns. This sturdy plant the Burdock’s nourishing and healing properties make it a very valuable plant.

Be Blessed
Willow
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Spinach Stuffed Shells
REPRINTED BY REQUEST
1 pkg. (10 oz) chopped frozen spinach, frozen and drained
1 ½ c. nonfat ricotta cheese
½ c. grated Parmesan Cheese
2 eggs
3 gloves garlic, finely chopped
1 t. dried oregano
½ t. salt
½ t. dried basil leaves
½ t. dried marjoram
¼ t. ground black pepper
24 cooked large pasta shells
1 c. shredded mozzarella cheese
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Spray a 13x9-inch baking pan with non-stick cooking spray. Combine spinach, ricotta, and Parmesan Cheese, eggs and seasoning in a large bowl. Spoon mixture into cooked shells and place shells in prepared pan. Top with tomatoes and mozzarella cheese. Bake 20 minutes or until cheese melts.
Makes 4 servings
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According To Big Al...
"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

BASEBALL

When I was a child growing up in Wisconsin we all played softball. Now softball was what is now known now as 12" fast pitch softball. Nearly everyone in our rural one- room school played ball whenever we got the chance. The school normally supplied us with a bat and ball. Most of the players had no gloves. The catcher would normally have a catchers mitt and most of the time the first baseman had a fielder's glove – the rest depended on how much money the kids had to get one of their own,although it wasn't considered necessary to have a glove, indeed sometimes it was considered being a "sissy" to use a glove. You see mom and dad never used one when they were kids.

Nearly everybody in our little one room school of less than 20 students had to participate in the game on order to form a team. This means you might have a few older 7th and 8th graders on your school team, but the majority of your team was 5th and 6th graders or less. It also meant that most of the girls played on the team also. As you might expect the teams were not very high on talent nor ability, but their was a lot of participation and team spirit. There was never any kind of schedule to play a ballgame, it was whoever was interested in playing, in the form of "workup" where you were at bat until you made an out, then you went in the outfield, and "worked" back up thru whatever positions were being available with the number of players. It meant playing the outfield then the infield then pitching and back to hitting. It was a rather loose game because it depended on how many people were playing. As a rule you only had two hitters, which meant you had to drive the other batter home or he was out. If you only had 2 or 3 players not at bat, you might have 1 or 2 outfielders and one infielder. Many times you had no infielders and the "Pitchers Hand" was out. This meant the batter had to get to first base before the pitcher got his hand on the ball. This meant everybody playing had their turn at different positions and developed their skills (hopefully). The playing field was nothing more than an area where the grass was cut by one of the local farmers with a hay mower, and the infield was grooved from the previous years of playing. You never knew which way the ball would bounce.
I am constantly amazed a t how nicely conditioned the fields are today with no one playing on them unless it isan organized game. In my day there was no organization of the games. Some student or parent or teacher would make contact with someone else in a neighboring school to schedule an impromptu game or a game involving the students and parents would be played at the annual spring picnic. There was no organized games like we have now. There was one exception that I can remember and that was 4H ball, but this involved young people (adults) and not kids. I remember seeing a pitcher playing for the opposition using what was known then as a "Windmill" pitch. His ball was delivered with great speed and no one on our team could hit him. I went home and started practicing this method of pitching with my brother as the catcher. We practiced all summer long and when we went back to school in the fall, the other kids were amazed at how fast I could pitch. The other kids were intimidated by my speed and wildness. Today you see this same thing in girl's softball but it was quite rare back then.

When we moved to Chicago, we were unable to comprehend what softball was to the "Chicagoans". They used a 16" ball and had to pitch it slow. No one used a glove and they played it in the city streets. Today this is known as an "Old Man's" game. When we showed the kids our small 12 softball, most of the kids thought of it as baseball. No one would play our type of ball, mostly because we could hit it too far for conditions I suppose. We changed our allegiance to baseball whenever we got the chance to play. But we got a bitter taste in our mouths from playing the local kids, because they all played right field was an out, not a foul ball and all my brothers and I were left handed hitters. It did serve one purpose thou – we learned to become switch-hitters.

Later when we moved to Calumet City, there were a lot of empty lots and undeveloped land and my brothers and I went about to make us a baseball diamond so we could play baseball. We had to clear the fields and mow the weeds and grass with an old-fashioned reel-type push mower. We had no power mower. It was a lot of work getting the field in shape and a never-ending job keeping it in relatively decent shape. Was it any wonder that all of us Martin's were in pretty good physical shape?

Big Al
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Silver Island

Taken From The Wabash Valley News Jan. 14, 1987

Silver Island - The very name rings of mystery and hidden secrets.

Located in the southwest corner of Fountain County in Fulton Township, the island is about five miles long and 1 ½ miles wide. It is bounded on the west by the Wabash River and on the north, east and south by what is called locally, the Swail Branch and Coal Creek.

For about 35 years, from 1830 to the end of the Civil War in 1865, the Wabash and Erie Canal passed along the eastern side.

No one seems to know how the island received its name. One legend says Indians, returning from the Battle of Tippecanoe (near Lafayette) buried silver.

Another says an Indian chief paid a white man in silver coin to marry his daughter. The man did marry the Indian maiden, but soon left here. Before he slipped away, he buried the coins.
Aaron Fitz Randolph and his wife Margaret Carmon, settled the island in 1818 and built a brick house which is still standing. In 1893 the property was sold to the Shipman Coal Mining Co. In 1909 Elsworth and Nellie Sager bought the land. The two-story home, completed in 1832, is now owned and occupied by their descendants, Charles and Betty Smith Sager.

Aaron Randolph lll now lives across the road from the original family home. A life resident of Silver Island, he said he has plowed, hunted and "lived a lifetime here without ever finding a single silver coin".

The island has no villages nor towns. One road, running north and south, connects farms located on either side.

Some believe the island was so named for it’s geological treasures.
Some of the area’s finest building stone was mined here in the late 1880’s. Rich coal from thick veins from under the rock was used to heat homes for over 100 years. Sand and gravel from roads has been mined on the island since 1900’s. Farmers will tell you the soil has produced, over the years, millions of bushels of corn, wheat, oats, and soybeans.

For those that call it home, Silver Island is a place of treasures untold.
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DINKY RAILROAD

The Dinky Railroad was a short narrow gauge railroad that was built by Wabash Clay Company for hauling shale from the shale pits to its factory. The railroad crossed Coal Creek immediately south of the highway that was known as the "Dinky Bridge". Then the road proceeded northward, on the west side of the gravel road, which is directly west of the plant, where the shale was dumped. A wreck occurred in 1914 on the Dinky Railroad and engineer Elbert Gillis was killed.
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Veedersburg

Veedersburg was first laid out by Peter S. Veeders, Christopher Keeling, Franklin Yerkes, and W. .D. Cockran. It was incorporated in 1872. The town was named for Peter S. Veeders. Veeders was never a resident of Veedersburg, but he did own businesses in Veedersburg and was very interested in the growth of the town. Veeders donated much of the land that is now Veedersburg and also $5,000.00 to be used for the building of the school and the residents, though there is no record of this, are said to have matched his donation.
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To solve the puzzle, one letter stands for another. As in the word "EXAMPLE" above "R" stands for "E". Sentence structure and grammar rules and sentence structure are another clue.

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--- Lord Chesterfield
Here's a tip on this weeks puzzle: Z = E

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

January 16, 2009


THE MURDER OF VICTOR BRIGGS
PART 2

By: Donna Sullivan

SUSPECTS IDENTIFIED IN THE BRIGGS MURDER

A bus driver told the Sheriff that he had seen the Model T and could identify it, if he saw it again. So the Sheriff, Haupt and the bus driver rode around the area looking for the car. The bus driver spotted the car in a garage on a dairy farm along the Attica Hill Road.

No one was home, but the title showed the car belonged to a man named Kenneth Ratcliff of Attica. The tires matched the tracks found under the oak tree and an empty pack of cigarettes lay on the floor. They were split down the side.

Sheriff Cole’s deputy brought Ratcliff in for questioning. Ratcliff claimed he had been at his mother’s house, the night of the murder and was sick in bed. A local doctor confirmed that he had seen Ratcliff late on Tuesday; had given him medicine and advised him to stay in bed.
Although Ratcliff admitted ownership of the Model T, he claimed that neither he nor the vehicle had left Attica that night. As he was being questioned he smoked cigarette after cigarette. Sheriff Cole noticed he opened his packs from the end.

The Sheriff also checked records and found that Victor Briggs had a permit to carry the gun that was found in his sedan. On November 4, 1925, he was issued a license to carry a .38 caliber Smith and Wesson…his application stated, "Applicant desires such permit for the purpose of protection".

Sheriff Cole also knew that the victim had had some trouble in the past, when he had been shot at on his farm. The Sheriff also examined the will of Victor’s father, Joel Briggs. It was a four page document; it told that the son, Victor Briggs had received his part of the estate outright but the nephews’ portion were held in trust. Joel Briggs had made provisions for them to receive the entire estate at the age of thirty-five. But he later added that since they had shown no degree of care or ability, he was changing the trust to last all their lives. They would have no control over it.

The attorney that drew up the will was former Judge Burton E. Barry. He later became the executor of the estate when the named executor, another cousin Henry Briggs, refused.
At the reading of Joel Briggs’ will the nephews were angry. From that moment on they were unfriendly toward their uncle, Victor Briggs. The attorney told Sheriff Cole that the nephews gave him a lot of trouble, even threatened him.

One of the nephews, Clarence "Billy" Briggs, was a little guy, about five feet three inches tall. The other nephew Joel, who weighed about 180 pounds, once came into the attorney’s office and drew a gun on him.

The Sheriff received a letter from the Detroit City Police. Joel, the elder nephew had been at work in Detroit, the day of the murder. It was also learned that Billy Briggs had been in Lafayette on Tuesday, the day of the murder, but had returned to Detroit. Upon learning of the death of their uncle they were leaving Detroit to return for the funeral that was scheduled for that Saturday.

It was at this point that Cecil Haupt informed Sheriff Cole that he had known Billy for fifteen years. He also told him that Joel and Billy had come into his office about a year before, wearing guns, talking tough and threatening to kill Victor, and others. This upset the Sheriff, and Cecil explained that Billy was a sort of friend, and he had put it all down to "bluster" on Billy and Joel’s part. Sam said that since Joel was at work in Detroit at the time of the murders he was in the cleaer.

Sam asked Cecil if he knew anymore about Billy and Cecil told him he was having trouble with his wife in Danville, Illinois over his affair with a woman named Martha Brooks. She was Kenneth Ratcliff’s sister. Sam decided it was time to check on Ratcliff’s alibi again.

On South Perry Street they talked to the man who had formerly owned the land where Ratcliff’s car had been spotted. The man told the Sheriff that Ratcliff had started working for him about August 1st to help with the milking on the man’s dairy farm, and yes Ratcliff did own a 1924 Ford with a bad top. When the man was asked about the movements of Ratcliff on Tuesday and Wednesday night he told them that Ratcliff had arrived at his home at about six or six-thirty on Tuesday and ate supper then he didn’t see Ratcliff again until the next afternoon, Ratcliff said he had been sick. The farmers son told the Sheriff that he had worked with Ratcliff on Tuesday and had ridden home with him in the Model T and there was a little man, wearing a cap waiting for Ratcliff. He left the two men talking; Ratcliff came in later washed up and ate supper. Then he put on a clean shirt and left in his car. None of the family knew the man in the cap. Then Haupt said that Billy was a little man and the last time he saw him he was wearing the type of cap the family had described. They questions residents along Perry Street about the man that had been looking for Ratcliff and some of them identified Clarence "Billy" Briggs.

Back at his office Sheriff Cole instructed his deputy to bring Ratcliff in. The deputy returned empty handed the owner of the Model T and his car had disappeared.

Just after five o’clock on Saturday morning Sam was routed out of bed by two men, one an auctioneer and a stranger that introduced himself as Joel Briggs. Who said he had heard that the Sheriff wanted to talk to him. The Sheriff told Joel that he wanted to talk to him about his grandfathers will and the death of his uncle. After the auctioneer left the Sheriff’s office, Joel told the Sheriff that he had nothing to do with the murder he was at work in Detroit at the time. But he wasn’t sorry he was dead. Sheriff Cole asked Joel where his brother was: Joel told the Sheriff that Billy had stopped off in Danville to see his wife, but h e would be in the Sheriff’s office in the morning.

ARRESTS IN THE MURDER OF VICTOR BRIGGS

After Joel left the Sheriff called the Sheriff in Danville and told him to pick up Clarence "Billy" Briggs, at his home there in Danville and hold him. He told the Danville Sheriff he had a warrant for his arrest on the charge of murdering his uncle there in Williamsport.

When Billy was at the Vermilion County Jail he appeared a little nervous, but he was more than willing to talk about the case with the officers and newsmen. He told them he didn’t know how his uncle had died until his brother had picked up a Danville paper that morning when they had stopped to eat about ten miles north of Danville. He told officers that he could account for his whereabouts every day and night during the past week.

Just before noon the Sheriff and Cecil Haupt arrived at the Sheriff’s office in Danville. Joel Ratcliff had arrived before them and had brought a lawyer from Williamsport with him.

When Billy took a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket, Sheriff Cole and Cecil Haupt looked at each other, the package had been opened down the side. They asked Billy why he opened his cigarettes that way and Billy told them that was the way they do it in South America. When Billy got cocky Cecil Haupt told him he was in enough of a spot and didn’t realize it. Surprised Billy told the attorney that he thought he was his friend. Cecil told him that he had been but he had no time for murderers.

Back at the Williamsport Jail, they informed him of his rights and told him he could go to the funeral if he wanted to. Billy refused and told them to lock him up, he didn’t need an attorney either, that he wasn’t going to be there that long anyway.

That evening Billy agreed to talk to the Sheriff and Haupt and make a statement. The Sheriff called in someone to take it down, and Haupt, a notary, witnessed the signing of the statement.
Billy told them he left for Detroit on Tuesday, September the 25th and had stayed at his brother’s house until yesterday and hadn’t left the Detroit City limits at any time.

He also told them that he and his uncle never had any trouble with one another. He said he and his uncle visited each other and frequently took meals together. He had no reason to kill his uncle.

The Sheriff and Haupt both knew Billy was lying and figured at some point they would be able to ‘trip’ him. That evening Sheriff Cole asked Billy if he knew a woman named Martha Brooks and after a moments hesitation Billy said he did know her. Sheriff Cole asked him when he last saw her and Billy told him when he left Detroit she was visiting his brother’s house. Billy asked to speak to a man named Carl Mehaffey, who was a former officer. When Carl came to see Billy, he asked Carl about the new lie detector machine. Carl explained the machine to Billy and the Sheriff offered to set up a test for Billy, but Billy declined.

Neither Kenneth Ratcliff or his car had been found, the Sheriff told Cecil he wanted to find him so he could play him and Billy against one another, because all they had right now was circumstantial evidence and a lot of healthy suspicions. The Sheriff in Danville informed the Sheriff that no gun had been found at the home of Billy’s wife in Danville.

Cecil Haupt asked the Sheriff about the prints from shoes that the Sheriff had found. The Sheriff went to Billy’s cell. He was laying on the cell cot with his shoes off. When the Sheriff entered he picked up Billy’s shoes. The Sheriff took the shoes to where he had found the footprints and uncovered the prints. He placed the left shoe along side the print and pushed the shoe into the dirt. They were identical even down to the nail marks. Haupt was impressed and told the Sheriff he was sure Billy was the killer. The Sheriff said yes, but just one of them. He went to the second set of prints near the oak tree and compared the shoes to the smaller set of prints there. They matched again.

When they got back to the jail, in the presence of Ottinger, the Sheriff told Cecil that if they could find the woman Martha Brooks she could probably give them some information and tell them where her brother was hiding. Ottinger told them he knew her and she had been in his restaurant that morning.

The murder of Victor Briggs in October of 1928, had Warren County Sheriff, Sam Cole, deeply involved in a murder investigation. Sheriff Cole and Special Prosecutor for the investigation, Cecil Haupt, have gathered clues and suspicions as to who committed the murder. The prime suspects are a nephew of Victor Briggs, Clarence Briggs, also know as Billy, his friend Kenneth Ratcliff.

The Sheriff directed Deputy Ottinger to locate a woman named Martha Brooks. Martha had left Detroit. The deputy said he knew the woman and had seen her in a restaurant that morning.
The Deputy returned in about an hour with Martha Brooks, at first she didn’t want to cooperate with Sheriff Cole and Cecil Haupt in their questioning of her, but after she was told that since she was a known companion to Billy Briggs, she could be held as an accessory before and after the fact of the murder of Victor Briggs, she became frightened and began to talk.

She told the Sheriff and Cecil Haupt that she went to the home of Joel Briggs in Detroit on Thursday, before the murder. Billy was already there, but he left on Monday, October 1st, about nine o’clock in the morning. He said he was going to see someone that owed him money. She told the men that Billy always had a gun with him. He came back to Detroit on Wednesday evening about seven o’clock. He no longer had the gun, and he wouldn’t tell anyone where he had been. She said he didn’t leave the house again until Friday evening, when he and Joel left in the car to return to Williamsport. Billy never worked in Detroit while she was there. She said she did not know where her brother Kenneth Ratcliff was. The Sheriff told her not to leave the county and permitted her to leave the police station.

On Monday, Ratcliff was found asleep at this mother’s house in Attica. He was arrested, fingerprinted, mugged, and charged with the murder. At first Ratcliff was placed upstairs in the woman’s section of the jail to keep him away from Billy Briggs.

Sheriff Cole decided to set a trap for the killers. A telephone employee installed a Dictaphone in an empty cell behind the radiator and the other end of the wire was placed in the kitchen of the jail.

Billy was put in the cell next to the ‘bugged" cell. The next day Ratcliff was put in the cell that contained the "bug". A court reporter was put in the kitchen with headphones, she listened to Briggs and Ratcliff’s rasping voices I conversation for three weeks.

One day while being questioned by Sheriff Cole, Billy admitted he had fired his gun at his uncle, but claimed it was self-defense. After more interrogation Billy said he Ratcliff had driven to the oak tree where they parked the car. He said that Ratcliff had been with him at Victor Briggs’ home, but wouldn’t implicate him in the shooting. Clarence "Billy’ Briggs signed a confession in the presence of Special Prosecutor Cecil Haupt.

Billy and Kenneth Ratciff were both charged with the murder of Victor Briggs. They were arraigned on November 26, 1928. Kenneth Briggs pleaded not guilty and Billy stood mute.
Following a change of venue, Clarence "Billy" Briggs was tried in Benton County Circuit Court in Fowler, Indian on Valentines Day, 1929 after a sensational trail, where bullet shells, footprints, tire tracks, Dictaphone evidence and the will of the grandfather took the wind out of the defense. Clarence "Billy" Briggs changed his plea to guilty just as the prosecution led by Cecil Haupt rested their case.

Special Judge, Benjamin J. Care sentenced Billy to life imprisonment, in the Indiana State Prison in Michigan City. Billy had Haupt to thank for his sentence; it was Cecil Haupt’s suggestion to the Judge that got him life imprisonment, instead of the electric chair. Billy left the court room with a smirking smile on his face.

The star witness for the defense against Kenneth Ratcliff was Clarence "Billy’ Briggs. Kenneth Ratcliff had steadfastly denied any part in the killing of Victor Briggs. Ratcliff’s trial began on March 18, 1929. Billy was brought back from prison to testify, this time he implicated his former companion.

After twelve hours of deliberation the jury found Kenneth Ratcliff guilty of aiding and abetting, encouraging the murder of Victor Briggs.
Early Wednesday morning, March 27th he was sentenced to life in prison in Michigan City. Why this long deliberation? Several of the jurors held out for the death penalty.

Billy’s brother, Archy Joel Briggs was never prosecuted. Billy and Ratcliff appealed for parole many times, but it was never granted. The parole appeals were vigorously opposed by Warren County residents.

The End
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Whispering Willow
By: Willow

Blizzrd of 1967

This isn’t what I had intended t write about today but you know what the say about best laid plans…

In 1967 I lived in Hammond, Indiana in my first apartment. My husband at the time had just gotten out of the service. It was just he and I and our two-year-old son Tony. Jerry left for work at about 3:00 in the afternoon of January 25, 1967. For some reason he walked to work that morning, but now that I think about it I don’t know why, he hated to walk. And we lived about a mile or mile and half from where he worked. Whatever the reason our Ford was sitting in front of the house.

I didn’t see him again for two days. It started snowing that night, Jerry was supposed to be home by 11:00 but he didn’t. Our apartment was in the rear of my aunt and uncles apartment, and our landlord lived next door. My aunt knocked on my door and it was Jerry saying he couldn’t leave the plant, because of the weather.

It was still snowing when I woke up the next morning, and Jerry still wasn’t home. By about 4:00 the evening of January 26th, Dan Rather a local weatherman on WLS TV said that the weatherman said that the worse was almost over.

We got four inches of snow in an hour and when it finally stopped snowing we have 3 feet. The winds were so fierce that it piled snow in snowdrifts of 10 feet high.

There was a small store on the end of the block from where we lived, and when we started to run out of things I would walk to the store for my aunt and I. The roads were impassable for a week. The owner of the store decided he had the advantage and on the third day he was charging 2.00 or 3.00 dollars a gallon from $1.25 or $1,50. The next day he had to close his store, someone through a brick through his front window.

Two days after the snow stopped Jerry walked home. He set about digging out the car. He dug out the driver’s side, our neighbors were digging out their vehicles as well. When Jerry got in and turned the key, the car fired up immediately. The next day we bundled up Tony and he finally got the car out to the main road. We drove to Calumet City, Illinois, about ten miles, to my parent’s house.
We made it as far as the main road in near their house, which was Burnham Avenue, which is about 6 blocks from their house. Jerry carried Tony and we walked down the middle of the street. You could tell that there were cars lining the street, you would either see an antenna sticking out of the snow or the pile of snow would be curved.

My parents lived in a slab ranch style house. The snow was up to the front windows so there was no way that they could open the front door or the back door. So my dad opened the front windows and took out the screen. He took Tony from Jerry and handed him to my mother. Then Jerry jumped down into the living room and helped me in.

The next day I took pictures of the house. The snowdrifts from the roof hung over the side and nearly touched the drift below. A friend of my parents walked two blocks and finally dug us out. We couldn’t get the garage door open either so we couldn’t get to the snow shovel. It was an interesting time. It was a time that families spent time together. They had nothing better to do; there was no TV, no radio, and certainly no driving. We later found out that if we had gotten stopped we could have been arrested. The had declared a state of emergency and no one was suppose to be on the road except in an emergency.

Be Blessed
Willow
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According To
Big Al...

"Listen to what I mean... not what I say."

SNOW

I feel better today, I look outside and I see it snowing. Snow is beautiful, it covers all the dirt in the world. I am tired of all the rain and ice that we have had in the past few weeks. Ice causes too many accidents – people sliding into ditches and having to get someone to tow them out. My neighbors totaled their pickup just before Christmas because of the ice. Wintertime should be allocated for snow. Children love snow – maybe I am still a child. One of the things that I really missed when I moved to Chicago was the clean fresh snow. It seems that the snow in the city was dirty. When it snowed in the city, it wasn't plowed. It became dirty slush. The main streets were salted not plowed. People in the city don't know how to handle snow nor know how to appreciate it. This isn't the case for the rural population. We are equipped to handle the snow – plow it. One of the most enjoyable times I can remember of living in the city was the blizzard of 1967. We had over 24" of snow fall in a short time and people were absolutely stymied. Because no one was prepared for this event, the majority of the people became unglued. I was at work at the time and stayed there for 3 days. There is no sense in fighting mother nature. The single biggest problem was abandoned cars. The streets couldn't be cleared for all the cars left on the streets under the snow. The majority of the people had no food supplies in their homes. The local stores quickly ran out of milk and bread and people felt like there world was coming to an end. Some of the local merchants were gouging there customers – something that was not soon forgotten by their patrons – many small timers ran out of business later because of their gouging tactics.

One of the things I missed most when I lived in California, was the lack of rain and snow. It was always the same. Sunshine and 70 or 80 degrees. It was real nice when I first arrived but after about 6 months, I longed for some changes. Call me nuts but you can have too much of a good thing.

Playing in the snow was a great thrill for me when I was a kid. Making a snow man – building snow forts – snowball fights – sliding down the hills on sleds – walking in the woods with the snow falling, were all great feelings for me. Of course you need to dress up for the occasion. Something the kids in the city never seem to be able to do. We even shoveled out the driveway so we could accumulate enough snow in a pile to excavate later for our own snow house.

The best part of the whole winter was sledding. We always, it seems lived on or near a steep hill with little or no traffic. A perfect situation for sledding. By myself. With my younger brother, with my sisters or sometimes with other girls and boys, sledding was a joyful time. One of the best Christmas presents that I can remember was a new 3 passenger sled. Previously we had only a short 2 passenger sled and whoever was sitting on the rear was pushed on the way down the hill. I can remember Grampa Duddenhoeffer making a sleigh for farm chores. It was an exact duplicate of an horse sleigh only about 4 feet long. He would pull us kids around in it when we were only a few years old. Later on when he moved to the city and sold his farm. He gave us kids the sleigh. It was nice, but too big and heavy for sledding, it would have been ideal for us if we had a pony to pull it, which of course we didn't have.

One of the very best times that I can remember was building our own tobaggon out of a couple of old skis. We nailed a 2x4 lengthwise to each ski and then nailed boards about 12 inches wide to secure the two skis together. It made a very nice tobaggon and would slide down a steep hill very nicely with one problem – you couldn't steer it. This only made for more excitement. One day my cousin and I took the homemade tobaggon out after a very windy night a proceeded down a very steep hill close to his house. He was in the front and I was on the rear and the wind had crusted the snow real good so we were going down the steep hill at a very high rate of speed. Before you knew it we were approaching a deep drop-off into a creek. There also was a barbed-wire fence alongside of the drop-off. I sensed what was coming and rolled off the back, my cousin stayed with the sled and laid down on his back and disappeared under the fence and into the snow on the other side off the drop-off. Let me tell you I was scared. I thought that my cousin's head was amputated. I got up running to see if I could find my cousin. After digging in the snow for a few minutes, I located him. Fortunately he was O K, but the front of his new coat was torn where the zipper was from the barbed-wire fence as he slid under it. We considered ourselves very lucky to get out of this situation with only a torn coat. If you think that this put a damper on our sledding for that day – you are right, besides my cousin had to figure out a way to explain how his new coat got damaged without telling the truth. I had no problem.

So get out and enjoy the snow. I think I will go for a walk in the woods.
Big Al
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Maple Sweet Potatoes
6 medium-sized sweet potatoes
1 t. salt
½ c. maple syrup
1 c. apple cider (or apple juice)
1 T. butter
½ C. Water

Boil potatoes in jackets until nearly done. Peel, slice and put into baking pan. Let maple syrup, butter, salt, cider, and water come to a boil. Pour over potatoes and bake in a slow oven (about 350 degrees) for 1 hour or until potatoes are glazed and syrup of desired consistency. Serves 6.
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~~Willow's Garden ~~
By: Willow


"Let your food be your medicine, and your medicine be your food." Hippocrates


In this series of articles I have been talking about the benefits of teas. I’ll continue that series with some herbs that make excellent teas. I will also include at least one recipe for that tea.

ALFALFA is indigenous to Arabia and is a member of the legume family. It has small split leaves with purple flowers like clovers and usual spiral pods. The roots of the alfalfa reach deep into the soil for minerals.

The Arabian horse is among the most prized breeds in the world. It was through their horses that the Arabians first discovered the virtues of alfalfa. They saw that the alfalfa made their horses swift and strong so they began to take alfalfa themselves. Alfalfa became known as the Father of All Foods.

As a nutrient tonic; alfalfa contains eight essential amino acids, vitamins A, E, K, B and D. It also contains phosphorus; iron; chlorine; sodium; silicon; magnesium; and beta-carotene.

Alfalfa is a natural diuretic and laxative, that eases water retention and cleanses you system. It improves digestion and keeps your intestinal tract in fit condition. These values make alfalfa a very useful aid for weight loss.

The vitamin K in alfalfa is necessary for blood clotting, carbohydrate storage, liver vitality, and longevity. Vitamin K is a normally manufactured by your bodies intestinal floral as a by-product of digestion and stored in the body for use. Your body needs a small amount of vitamin K, and there is rarely a lack of it, except in certain circumstances such as a habitual use of aspirin, alcohol and drug abuse, which can destroy you vitamin K supply. Also lingering intestinal disorders like colitis hampers your body’s ability to make vitamin K and the friendly flora. Antibiotics also have been known to destroy vitamin K and the friendly flora of your body. In these cases alfalfa tea can be beneficial and give your body the tune-up it needs.

The beneficial parts of the alfalfa plant are the leaves for vitamin and protein. A word of caution, alfalfa is not recommended for people with autoimmune disorders.

ALFAFAL-MINT TEA
This is a superb brew for energy and stamina. The peppermint brings flavor and synergy to the tea. Use one teabag of alfalfa and one tea bag of peppermint and steep them together. Serve in a tall glass over ice.
A tea bag usually contains 1 ox of tea. For every ounce of tea use one cup of water. So this recipe would require two cups of water.

Be Blessed
~~Willow~~

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are
looking at the stars. -- Oscar Wilde


Here's a tip on this weeks puzzle: Z = E


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