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Got this lady in the mail today so brand new addition to my born in the 1700s collection. Not the greatest clarity or detail on this one but I like it none the less. woman appears to be holding a small book. I would think she's in her 80s. Looks like a nice little old granny hunched over. She lived just long enough to see the invention of photography and have her photo recorded. So much mystery to old photos like the obvious ones about who the lady in the picture is and what her life was like. But theres another portion to like how many places has this photo been? when did it leave the family? who in the family got rid of it? how many people have held it in there hands and how many years was it in other peoples houses or collections. Just how my brain thinks when I buy a new photo lol.
The Grove Country Club Estates proudly presents, The Greatest Show!
Featuring The Muse Dance Company, Bubbles and Djembe Dragonfire this musical production brings two singers performing live on dual stream along with dancing that is choreographed by Anu Papp of the The Muse Dance Company. Join us for this amazing show! March 11 & 25th @ 10 AM SLT.
Wallace Hartley ( Greatest hero of the Titanic )
This Memorial erected in Colne, Lancashire in February 1915 Commemorates Wallace Hartley ‘’Colne’s favourite son‘’
Bandmaster on the (unsinkable) ill fated Titanic which sank on it’s maiden voyage to New York at 11’40 on April 15th 1912. After it hit an iceberg Wallace aged 33 at the time gathered his bandmembers together in the first class lounge to keep the passengers spirits up with Ragtime & other cheerful music.
Later when all hope of saving the ship was lost the band moved onto the deck itself playing ‘’Land of Hope & Glory’’ in the shadows of the star spangled banner. A number of survivors remember hearing the band play ‘’Nearer My God To Thee’’ as the ship sank and this quickly became legend as the last tune the band played. Not one of the band members survived or was seen to attempt to evacuate the sinking ship which claimed 1,502 lives.
The body of Wallace Hartley was brought back to Colne on 17th May 1912 & laid to rest at nearby Colne Cemetary. His funeral was headline news at the time with newspapers calling him ‘’The Greatest Hero Of The Titanic’’ 40,000 people lined the streets as the Colne Orchestral Society played Nearer My God To Thee in his honour.
Some of Wallace’s former bandmembers in the Bridlington Municipal Orchestra also played a memorial for him in Bridlington’s resort. Perhaps the greatest tribute to Wallace though was on 24th May 1912 at the Royal Albert Hall in London where 500 members from 7 of the worlds most famous orchestras came together to form the largest orchestra ever assembled. Conducted by Sir Henry Wood, Thomas Beechman & Edward Elgar the band played to an audience which included 2 survivors of the disaster & Princess Victoria of Battenberg.
This year on April 15th 2012 marks the centenary of the disaster.
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The Mutara Nebula battle is perhaps the greatest space battle in all of cinema.
www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=GPzE7...
Starring William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, DeForest Kelley, James Doohan, Ricardo Montalban, Walter Koenig, George Takei, Nichelle Nichols, Bibi Besch, Merritt Butrick, Paul Winfield, Kirstie Alley, and Ike Eisenmann. Directed by Nicholas Meyer.
The year is 1982. It has been thirteen years since the original Star Trek has gone off the air. Three years ago, Star Trek: The Motion Picture hit and while it was a financial success, it was grossly over-budgeted ($46 million) and criticized for being too long, too boring, and too god damn weird.
So they slashed the budget down to a quarter of the previous film and removed Gene Roddenberry from the lead creative role. Instead, they made Harve Bennett, a new Paramount producer who had never seen an episode of the original series, the figurehead in getting a second Star Trek movie off of the ground. What we have here is a perfect storm of things that should create a terrible movie.
So it’s no small miracle that Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan is not only good, but is easily the best Trek movie that’s ever graced the screen. Bennett threw out a lot of the esoteric trappings of the first film and the team brought on board, including director Nicholas Meyer, were also unfamiliar with the Trek universe. Gone were the kitschy 60s/70s outfits (many of the costumes from The Motion Picture were altered and dyed to make the new uniforms). Also gone were the abstract threats. Pulling out a villain from seemingly random in the original run of the show, Wrath of Khan was going to be as direct and reductionist a sequel to the show as was possible.
This new look of the concept of Star Trek recast the Federation as a much more military organization. The uniforms were more naval. The ships more complex and more delicate. The Enterprise became cramped and bustling, crawling with incidental crewman running a myriad of tasks. What Wrath of Khan did was turn Star Trek into a naval warfare movie in space.
I imagine most people are already familiar with the basic plot of Wrath of Khan. Khan Noonian Singh (a chesty, magnificently hammy Ricardo Montalban), a genetically altered egomaniacal superman from Earth’s distant past, has been marooned on a planet for 15 years after a run in with Kirk and company during the original run of the show. The USS Reliant, looking for a barren planet to test a new terraforming device (sprearheaded by an old flame of Kirk’s and his heretofore unknown son), encounter Khan and his crew of survivors who quickly proceed to capture the Reliant and use it to exact revenge on Kirk.
What happens next is a series of intricate cat and mouse submarine battles cast in a sci-fi setting, great Shakespearean scenery chewing by one of film’s greatest sci-fi villains, and a great personal sacrifice by one of the most enduring pop culture characters. It’s great stuff, full of high drama and brilliant character beats, serious but not ponderous, clever by not showy, the textbook case of less is more.
What other movie has the gall to cast its two opposing leads in a situation that never brings them face to face? Kirk and Khan taunt and challenge and curse each other from across the reaches of space but never share a single scene. What other movie has the restraint to limit itself to the quiet predatory climax in an obscuring nebula? Both ships blindly gliding by each other in silence, one mistake away from annihilation? Wrath of Khanis as tense as any thriller, cast in a familiar franchise turned into something vital and exciting by fresh talent and fresh ideas.
But you know all this, so let’s start at the beginning, where the truly special ideas in Wrath of Khan lie. From the start we’re introduced to a younger group of Starfleet cadets, competent and ready, in a training simulation of the infamous no-win Kobayashi Maru scenario. Saavik (Kirstie Alley before she became a lazy tabloid joke) is being groomed as Spock’s protegee, commanding the Enterprise in this simulation, causing everyone aboard to die by her actions.
James Kirk, now an admiral and instructor, chides Saavik about her approach to the scenario. Kirk is, to date, the only cadet who ever defeated the test, meant to train cadets the reality of sacrifice when command leads you to no sure victory. Kirk’s legacy is already well established as the man who has cheated death countless times, a man who doesn’t believe in no-win scenarios.
Yet we open on a Kirk in darkness. He’s bored and aging at the academy. He accepts gifts from his closest friends begrudgingly on his 50th birthday. To Kirk, all this is a defeat, a quiet retreat from the adventure he always considered his right. Which is why when the Enterprise receives a distress call while on a training mission, Kirk takes control of the ship and steers her towards the science outpost where Khan lays in wait.
What the film so carefully does is lay open the truth that Kirk isn’t quite the man he used to be. He’s not as fast, but he’s not as rash. Confronted with a son he didn’t know he had, he’s left to wonder just how many opportunities his lifestyle has made him forsake. As much as command is about making the decisions day to day, it is about the decisions left at the wayside.
It is when all hope is lost that Kirk reveals to Saavik how he beat the Kobayashi Maru–he reprogrammed the scenario to allow him to win. Saavik protests that it was cheating, Kirk retorts with the fact that he got a commendation for creative thinking. And in the depths of the battle between Kirk and Khan, spanning across space between two men wrapped up in their own legacy, Kirk cheats his way to victory again.
But this time he doesn’t escape cleanly, as the victory costs him the life of Spock. For Kirk, who had the galaxy as his plaything for decades, the realities of the choices, the realities of life looming behind all the adventures, come crashing down around him. When asked after Spock’s burial among the stars how he feels Kirk replies “I feel … young.” It is the risk and the finality that provides the spark of life, not the adventure itself.
What Wrath of Khan manages to do is to humanize what was quickly becoming remote and abstract. Star Trek was never about the aliens or the adventure so much as it was about what it means to be human. At the best of times it remembers its better self, and brings that to the forefront, and becomes something more than the fandom or the slightly silly space western it was originally conceived as. That is what makes Wrath of Khan so singular, and so special.
(Previous KOM League Flash Reports are available on request)
Comment regarding SPAM. The vocabulary gets changed with each generation. You all know what I talking about without my having to illustrate how the meaning of words change. One of the greatest stories for which I don't recall all the details occurred during the opening of a large supermarket in Columbia, Mo. in the 1970's. One of the items they featured on sale was SPAM. A young reporter for either one of the two newspapers or television station covered the opening and was impressed with the large display of SPAM.
Being a good and inquisitive reporter he inquired as to the composition of the product. The store had a young assistant manager with a quick and inventive mind so he explained to the reporter that SPAM was the product of a very small animal found only in Nebraska. He went on to explain that like any other product it had years when it was abundant and other years when the little animal was scarce and the product was hard to buy. Since the product was obviously abundant that year he told the reporter that people should stock up on it.
Understand this was long before the internet and the reporter bought the story hook, line and sinker. The story was published or aired in Columbia and it was so popular with the mass audience that the reporter asked the assistant store manager for a follow-up interview. The next time around he even asked for a picture of a SPAM. The assistant manager went into great detail about the animal being nocturnal and that no one had ever photographed one.
In the foregoing paragraphs I just made a huge blunder. I've told a story about which all the details aren't known. However, like most of everything else I write someone out there will probably recall it or can find the story on an old newspaper site. If no one can embellish on this story it still remains my favorite on the subject of SPAM.
A question: Does any reader recall a song from the heyday of Harry Caray, in St. Louis, entitled "The Harry Caray Polka?" If you know of a recording of it or know where the complete lyrics might be found I'd appreciate knowing about it. I will share it with one other person, the one who inquired about it.
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August 23, 2013
Store this URL somewhere to stay informed of KOM updates and photos. www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/
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This is the first attempt since the Google Internet Gestapo (GIG) arrested me, a few weeks ago, for sending Flash Reports that they determined to be SPAM. Everyone from my era knows what that product was/is. It used to be eaten because we were poor and now people eat it to be chic.
Moving right ahead. For the last 18 days an attempt has been made to keep those with any interest in the KOM league news updated through this site. Flicker: KOM League Photostream
www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/ Some readers, like Bill Clark, right here in Columbia, Missouri, can’t get that feature. So, Bill, this report is for you and I’m including the updates that appear on that site to kick off this report.
August 23, 2013
I'm not sure how many people even bother to check this site for updates. If you do and would like to see a brand new Flash Report with all the excitement those stories generate let me know. In fact, it will take about 25 people asking to see a new report for me to shake myself from the summer doldrums in order to do it. I've heard from a few folks with some pretty interesting tales and I'd put forth a little, not much, energy to do something that a few of you enjoy. Let me know. Otherwise, I'll keep picking tomatoes and placing them at the free tomato stand in my front yard. Just dial me up at j03.john@gmail.com if you want another thrill packed edition of the Flash Report.
August 22, 2013
Yesterday I was going through a list of former KOM leaguers with whom contact had been established over the years. For a number of years communication with Russ and Dody Oxford was conducted by e-mail.. Russ was the third baseman on the same team as the four fellows shown in the photo above. (That is the Flickr site photo)
Russ was born Russell Charles Oxford on October 20, 1931 in Sioux City, Iowa and I learned through some searching of obituaries recently that he passed away April 24, 2013 in Redmond, Washington.
Russ and Dorothy McInnes were married on June 21, 1951 at the Grace Episcopal Church in Carthage, MO. After the wedding many of his teammates formed an archway using baseball bats under which the newlyweds exited the church. The bridesmaid and best man at that wedding were Mr. and Mrs. Walter Koehler. Just one month later Walter was drafted and just over a year later he died while serving his country as a medical corpsman in Korea.
One thing Oxford accomplished that very few former Carthage players pulled off was getting away with a team uniform at the end of the season. He wore #7 which was a hand me down from the 1949 Chicago Cubs. Another thing Russ had was a birthday that was the same as a former KOM league shortstop. That former KOM league shortstop didn't wear #7 until he made it to the major leagues and it was later retired when the fellow retired from the New York Yankees.
One of the great trivia questions in the early days of the KOM league was to ask "Who played on the left side of a KOM league infield, wore #7 and was born October 20, 1931. Never once did anyone ever say the name "Russ Oxford." The only name that anyone knew who fit that description was "Mickey Mantle."
From whence did they come to play in the KOM league?
Many people assume, who weren't around 60 years ago, that Class D teams were heavily populated with players from the area in which the team was located. That was true if the team wasn't affiliated with a major league organization or a higher classification team. In a quick perusal of the database of KOM rosters there were 19 players each from Springfield, MO and Topeka, Kansas. Most of the Topeka lads wound up in the league by virtue of being signed by the Topeka, Kansas Owls. The Springfield boys were primarily signed by Tom Greenwade and shipped off to Independence, Kansas to "sink or swim."
Players from all over the country wound up in the KOM with 105 coming from the State of California and 27 of them from the City of Los Angeles. The Windy City, Chicago, sent 85 of their young men to the league basically because of the Cubs sponsoring teams at Iola in 1946-47, Carthage 1949-51 and Blackwell, OK in 1952. The City of St. Louis contributed 87 players to the league and that doesn't include the other cities in the metro area. Even the "Big Apple" had 16 of their youngsters go west to receive their version of culture shock. Omaha, Nebraska had 40 of their young men in KOM league uniforms and most of those played at Ponca City, OK in the Dodger organization. Bert Wells, of Larned, Kansas, the Dodger scout, was primarily responsible for that.
Should you have an interest in a certain city or town and wonder how many of their residents played in the KOM league send in that inquiry. Small towns such as Alba, MO sent a half dozen players to the KOM league and not all of them were named Boyer. And, as I've stated numerous times neither Cloyd Boyer nor his little brother, Cletis, were born in Alba. But, the "baseball chronicles" will always claim they did. Cloyd told me he long ago gave up on trying getting the record books changed on that matter. It's too late for Cletis who was born at Cossville and every baseball publication on earth will show his birth place as Cassville. One of those towns is in Barry County and the other in Jasper County, MO. It’s not too late to get Cloyd’s birthplace corrected while he is still around to know it. He was born in Duval Township located just north of Alba near what is Baseline Road. Look it up on any good Internet site or bad one for that matter.
August 19, 2013
No Flash Report updates have transpired in the last four days. I'm not planning any Flash Reports for the foreseeable future. No one is corresponding with me about what is on their mind and fortunately I don't have any deaths to report. I do know a couple of guys have had a rough time lately do to surgery and other age related problems but they don't come under the heading of "Urgent Messages." When those arrive I'll report on them. The two people I'm tracking right now, due to health problems, are; Don Keeter and Leonard Van de Hey. Keeter is in a Kansas City rehabilitation facility and Van de Hey is in a Wisconsin hospital following surgery. Word received today was that there will be more of the same for the former Carthage Cub from 1950-51.
August 12, 2013.
There won't be another Flash Report for a few days. If you have anything to submit for the next report feel free to do so by contacting me at j03.john@gmail.com Thanks for checking out this site. The traffic on this site has picked up significantly since the Flash Reports have become a feature.
For the latest interview with former KOM Leaguer, Bill Virdon, go to this site: Celebrate West Plains: Bill Virdon reflects on his career - KY3 News
m.ky3.com/display/6497/story/458e4da0908d50238e442ec6fee3...
The next report will have an update on what happened with regard to the guy offering to give me a Mickey Mantle baseball card and also more information on the late Roger Vander Weide's baseball career. His older brother Robert was "top dog" in the operation of the Orlando Magic when they entered the National Basketball Association.
August 15, 2013. The photos are viewed by a number of former KOM league ballplayers and their families. I learned, by posting these photos that Leonard Van de Hey, a member of the 1950-51 Carthage Cubs had surgery yesterday in Wisconsin. Also, a nice note was received from the daughter of the late Johnny LaPorta, Carthage Cubs 1949-50 that she enjoys the photos. Her mother, Angie, the greatest scorekeeper in the history of Carthage baseball, is residing in a nursing home in the Chicago area and still retains the memories of many of the KOM era.
In the next Flash Report an article will address the subject of radio stations that broadcast KOM League games. If you heard a game or games over KGLC in Miami, OK, KSEK Pittsburg, KS, KDMO Carthage, MO, KIND Independence, KS, KWON Bartlesville, OK or WBBZ in Ponca City and wish to share a memory I'd love to include it in the article. There were no games aired of Iola, Blackwell or Chanute home games since those towns didn't have a radio station until nearly a decade after the KOM League folded.
The voice of Miami baseball was Russ Martin. He was the pastor of the First Christian Church in Miami and was well known for the dramatic phrases and embellishment of games when they became a bit drab. For a while, Joe Pollock, former KOM speedster, with three different clubs, was his play by play color man.
Pittsburg Browns games were carried on KSEK radio. That station was on the Liberty network and carried a game of the day with Gordon McClendon and Lindsey Nelson doing most of the games. If you got bored you went to the top of the radio dial and got the Mutual Broadcasting Company game with Al Helfer doing the announcing on radio station WMBH in Joplin. In the evening that station carried the Joplin Miner games with Bill Grigsby doing the play by play. As a point of trivia the last KOM game broadcast was in 1998 with Grigsby doing most of the play by play and not so ably assisted by Yours truly. That was about as much fun as I ever had. By the way one of the announcers for Pittsburg was Thad Sandstrom who later headed up the WIBW radio and TV empire. If you want to know the fate of Mr. Sandstrom check that out on the Internet. The story is too long and gory to place here.
Bill Platt, James DeStefano (aka Jim King), Fred Pralle and Keith Upson broadcast for Ponca City, Carthage, Bartlesville and Independence, respectively. The story of Upson is contained under the last photo on this Flickr site. He is shown with the 1948 Independence Yankees. There are some great tales about the last four guys mentioned but I'll hold off writing anything about them to see if anyone has read the material to this point.
I'm under pressure to keep this site moving along since g-mail loves me at about the same level socialism admires free enterprise and vice versa.
Okay, the foregoing is all that you missed if you don’t have access to Flickr or can access it and don’t.
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Here are a few other things that have transpired recently: And a few reasons why I still attempt to piece these reports into some type of order.
From a lady in Topeka, Kansas: “I enjoy reading these reports whether I know the person or not...............it’s in my blood, I guess and I appreciate all the work you do in writing these reports
From a lady in St. Louis, Missouri. “Dad was reading over my shoulder again! He has been gone so long but baseball was everything to him and (I) know he would really enjoy the reports.”
From a lady in Indianapolis, Indiana:
JOHN, THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPHY~~ESPECIALLY THE BIRDS, FLOWERS, AND CHARLIE.
CAN"T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS SINCE KENNY PASSED ON. A VERY KIND AND CARING HUSBAND, EXCEPT WHEN ONE OF HIS PLAYERS MISSES AN EASY CATCH FOR THE WIN!”
Ed note: Kenny’s last name was Cox and played for the 1948 Carthage Cardinals and other teams in the Brooklyn Dodger organization later on.
From a gentleman in Shreveport, Louisiana:
You think you have troubles with Google. I've been out of internet for several days. My battle with A. T. & T. started 3 years ago and continues. Won't bore you with details. Dave wants you to know that Thursday he finished the batch of Flash Reports you sent. Said to tell you he read every word. And he'll be going back to them often over the years! Without the net, have accumulated a # of your photos. We'll set aside a time and
both go over together.
Ed note:
The reports the gentleman mentioned were actually every issue of the KOM League Remembered newsletter that was published between 1994 and 2010. Those arrived in Louisiana thanks to the kindness of Bob Mallon who had kept every copy sent him over the years.
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Baseball trivia--The youngest pitcher to win a Major League game in the 20th Century
Hi John--Here is a little interesting baseball trivia I know you'll enjoy reading. This is an old teammate of mine from 58 years ago. I just met him again for the first time at the Legion World Series last Friday in his hometown of Shelby, NC. This was the game my great-nephew Joe O'Donnell pitched. (Photo to follow in my next e-mail).
When we were teammates, I never knew about his accomplishments. He was just a class-act career minor-leaguer, and good teammate. We had a great time talking and remembering those good old days when the grass was real and batting helmets nonexistent! -Bill--Durham, NC
philadelphia.phillies.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=201211...
Ed note:
Not many baseball fans would know the name of the youngest pitcher to have won a game in the big leagues. The one previous to that was in 1890. Without looking how many of you can name the youngest pitcher to post a win? Here’s a hint if you immediately think of Joe Nuxhall you aren’t even in the running.
Note from a friend since my youth:
Upon finding the information on the death of Russell Oxford I sent a note to my long time friend, in Arizona, Corky Simpson. Cork is an award winning and Arizona Hall of Fame sportswriter. So, when I get a note from him I listen.
Johnny: I remember him well and I always thought he had a great baseball name: Russ Oxford. -- Didn't we shag balls in the outfield during batting practice one time? Or am I dreaming? I think we did. Boy, today the liability insurance on something like that would be more catastrophic than getting beaned on the head. Come to think of it, I believe a Carthage Cub, perhaps Rogers Hornsby's son, did get beaned on the head one time in lieu of catching the !#@%!! ball during an actual game. -- Corky
Ed reply:
They never let me shag balls during batting practice. Hornsby was in CF in the second game of a DH against Independence on or near August 20 of 1949. The Carthage pitcher was working on a 21 straight scoreless inning streak. With one out and a runner on first the Independence shortstop hit a fly ball to medium left center. The ball got above the light standards and Hornsby couldn't locate it and it landed on the side of his head. The hitter, Mickey Mantle, got an inside the park homer and Dr. Tom McNew came on the field to check out Hornsby. That same Carthage pitcher, George Erath, who had his scoreless hit streak snapped by the freak homer later ran a minor league club in North Carolina and gave Curt Flood his first chance in baseball. True story.
By the way Carthage teams have come up a lot in recent days. Len Van de Hey is having some health issues and his family has been in touch. I have even talked to one member of the family about his girlfriend when he was with Carthage. He went with Shirley S. She had four sisters. They were B., S., B., and another B. You probably remember some of those girls. There were three other Carthage girls who dated John Mudd, Walt Babcock and Don Biebel and followed them up to Sioux Falls, SD, the next year, and discovered the ball players had already found other girlfriends by the time they got there. (Only one player from the 1951 Carthage team married a girl from the area and she was from Avilla.)
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A new book about Carthage, MO
There is a new book in the Arcadia series coming out late this month and there will be a special event to honor that on August 30. The kick-off for that book will be August 30 at the Powers Museum which is located directly across the street from the old ballpark where the Carthage Pirates, Browns, Cardinals and Cubs played their games on and off from 1938-1951.
All of those who contributed to the book that chronicles the history of Carthage from 1950-1990 have been invited to attend a special evening together and since I did identify some old photos of former Carthage players an invitation was extended. The following was my reply. “Congratulations on the new book. Those 50 years of Carthage history was special to me, especially the first 20 years of it.
Only yesterday I was exchanging notes with a member of the 1951 Carthage Cub baseball team and I was doing some research on the young lady he dated that year. That young lady is now 81, if she's still living. She had four sisters and I'm about 99.999% sure I could find her or her descendants if I put any effort into the matter. The young lady who dated the ballplayer in 1951 married a young man in 1953 who had just come back from the Korean War. He had attained the rank of Sergeant in the Marine Corps. I noticed in checking the ancestry files yesterday that he died in 1972 at the young age of 40. That was the same age my dad was when he died in 1947 at McCune Brooks Hospital in Carthage.
My mind often wanders back to the days of my youth, in Carthage, and I relish the memories. Since the 1940 Federal Census has come out I sometimes go through the difference sections of the city and look for names I recognize from the past. It’s interesting to see where the parents of my classmates worked and even how old they were when their children were born. The people I looked upon as old were relatively young as I peruse the census data.
I would love to be in Carthage on the 30th but it is impossible these days to leave home. I still put out my baseball reports to a few hundred people and many of the recipients are former Carthaginians or former players loved the town. I'll mention the new book and hopefully some of the readers will order one.
Note from Powers Museum’s director:
Thanks for responding back. I will send you a list of the baseball photos we used. I will also see if another book by another author using some of our baseball photos got published as he thought. Those would be pre-KOM
Ed reply:
What you have are Carthage Pirate and Browns photos. However, there were a couple of 1946 Carthage Cardinals that somehow were in that lot. I imagine the other guy you are talking about is Jerry Hogan of Fayetteville, Ark. who has been trying to get his book about the Arkansas State and Arkansas-Missouri league published for some time. I hear from him nearly every day of my life. (Jerry get in touch with the museum if I have misrepresented anything.)
Reply from Powers Museum’s director:
Yes, so the book is NOT out yet I take it. I won't go looking for it then!
Here is who is in the book:
Pirates Joe Narieka
Browns trio of Roy Meyer, Joe Szuch & Frank Mancuso
Browns bat boy Raymond Baird
Cardinals William Buck
Cardinals LaVerne Etting
...and of course an image of the stadium.
The whole idea of the book was to feature selections from the many archival/artifact donations made to the museum since opening of the museum.
MICHELE HANSFORD
Director
Powers Museum, Carthage MO
Ed note:
Since many of the recipients of this report have Carthage connections you might wish to check out the book about Carthage. It is in the same format as all Arcadia publications. It will be around 128 pages with a lot of great photos and minimal verbiage. If any of you purchased “The KOM League Remembered” by that non-award winning author you’ll know what to expect regarding the 40 year history of Carthage from its glory years.
And, while I’m on the subject, if you wish to have the best pictorial book ever published about the KOM League I’m sure Arcadia would sell you one or more if you begged them. You can purchase them off the Internet and if you purchase them from Amazon.com I suspect that some where down the line it would result in eighty cents in royalties to Yours truly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a royalty check.
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Okay, I’m done:
I’ve dropped so many names and places in this report I’m bound to hear from someone for whom those references will spark some type of memory. If I don’t then this report has NO reason for existing.
greatest hits: the best of Kzoo Cowboy
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Portage (Kalamazoo)
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The best breakfast egg sandwich you'll ever taste - Two slices of Hillshire Farms Deli Select honey ham and a slice of American cheese melted over a lightly peppered egg patty, served on two toasted Eggo homestyle waffles.
Egg patty: Beat two eggs with 1 tsp butter in round microwavable bowl. Microwave uncovered on high for 40-60 seconds (until liquid is gone). Flip over and microwave another 20-30 seconds. It may appear to get very large in the microwave... do not worry about that, it will shrink when the microwave stops. Admire sandwich, then eat!
Architect: József Vágó www.art-nouveau.hu/art.php?menuid=2&id=107
Cooperating artists were the greatest Hungarian painters and sculptors of the period:
József Rippl-Rónai
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Béla Iványi-Grünwald
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Vilmos Fémes Beck
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Zsolnay:
About the building, architect and owner:
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www.sziabudapest.com/text/vago_jozsef_en.php
Magyarul:
hg.hu/cikk/epiteszet/12623-a-szecesszio-elfelejtett-meste...
artportal.hu/kislexikon/vago_jozsef
Magyarul:
vam.gov.hu/muzeum/pages/schiffer_villa.html
There was a fountain in front of the window, work of Vilmos Fémes Beck, it was destroyed during WW2.
Stained glass windows by Károly Kernstok (Budapest, 1873 - 1940)
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One of Hungary's most influential early twentieth century artists, Karoly Kernstok first studied painting techniques at the Budapest School of Design. He then went to Munich in 1892 to study under Simon Hollosy. Karoly Kernstok concluded his formal education at the Academie Julian, Paris, from 1893 to 1895 and at Benczur's School, Budapest, from 1896 to 1899. Kernstok's first major exhibitions took place in Budapest in 1897. Three years later one of his paintings was awarded a bronze medal at the Universal Exposition in the United States.
Karoly Kernstok's initial works were figure studies and genre depictions, largely in the vein of Hungarian turn-of-the-century early social realist painting. By 1906, however, his art began exploring stylized elements and postimpressionist techniques, and thus he became a leading exponent of modernism. In 1910, Karoly Kernstok was a founding member of the Nyolcak (Group of Eight) painters. Briefly this important movement advocated expressionism and an emphasis upon the body within space. It drew upon such divergent forms as Art Nouveau, Fauvism and native Hungarian art forms. The Nyolcak was also somewhat political and, through the art of its participants, attempted to move Habsburg Hungary toward a democratic republic. Karoly Kernstok's 1910 painting, Riders on the Shore, became a major catalyst for the art of Nyolcak (Group of Eight). During this period, Karoly Kernstok designed and painted major frescoes and glass windows for the Schiffer-villa (1911) and the County Hall, Debrecen.
Karoly Kernstok moved to Berlin in 1919. He both lived and exhibited in that city until his 1926 return to Hungary. For the following fourteen years the artist continued to paint and etch major works of art, often exploring and incorporating elements of ancient Etruscan art. As well, Karoly Kernstok established an art school in the Nyergesújfalu region of Hungary.
Today the art of Karoly Kernstok is found in most major Hungarian collections, including the Hungarian National Gallery, Budapest
Kernstok Károlyról (Ady csodálatos versével):
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The dive bomber Mostrengo 38/39 was perhaps the greatest technological investment in portuguese-lands and the most advanced attack aircraft in the world in 1939. The success of this aircraft lay in the largest engine then available, the Mercury OGMA XX of 2500 hp (essentially three engines Bristol Mercury IX combined, 830cv each) and was able to reach 550km/h fully load. The aircraft was armed with two frontal 20mm cannons and a powerful defensive tower, which housed four fast-firing 7.5mm MAC 1934 machine guns. The maximum load of bombs was 1400 kg (one bomb of 1000kg and four 100kg bombs) with a combat range of 1 750km.
The plane itself was an international hybrid:
Fuselage and tail – Nazi Germany;
Engine and the defensive tower – England;
Brakes and hook for carrier landings – Empire of Japan
Cannons and machine guns – France
Strengthened landing gear- Italy
Chairs for the crew - Spain.
Everything had been arranged to create the most powerful attack plane at the time.
The first plane flew in 1938, in the hands of Navy pilot "Zé Carlos", which managed to beat three records on the same day: speed record in a dive bomber, record of distance (1000km loaded in two hours and thirty-six minutes), and the record to drink more beers in a night (to celebrate the previous two records) ...
Due to the lack of a torpedo aircraft, it was decided to modify the air intake of the engine of the Mostrengo-38 so that it could carry and launch torpedoes. The new improved model, the Mostrengo 39 entered service in 1940 as a torpedo plane, maintaining the capabilities of dive-bombing.
The Mostrengos model 38 were used as bombers until they were fully replaced by the model 39, only slightly faster.
The airplane was very important to keep the Portuguese neutrality during World War II. During the conflict, it was used to defend the Portuguese colonies in Africa and the Azores in the Atlantic. They were also used in combat against British and German ships (they even sunk a few enemy ships).
In 1942, the project was also sold to the United States after the disaster at Pearl Harbor. Its unfortunate competitor, the TBF Avenger, was slower, much less maneuverable and carried half the load of bombs. At the end, the Mostrengo was selected to go into production by General Motors. The plane became famous in almost all the naval battles of the Pacific, replacing in combat the Douglas Dauntless and the Devastator.
Their relatively heavy gun armament (two forward firing 20mm cannons and the rear defensive turret) was effective against the lightly built Japanese fighters, and many pilot-gunner combinations took an aggressive attitude to fighters which attacked them.
In service with the US Navy, the plane usual bomb load was one Bliss-Leavitt Mark 13 torpedo or one 2,000 pound (907 kg) bomb and four 500 pound (227 kg) bombs.
The “Mostrengo” was not an easy target for enemy fighters. The defensive tower was very effective and there was often "ace gunners" in the U.S. Navy. Because of that, it was nicknamed the "Igel” (hedgehog) by the Germans. It was also heavily armored (which made it quite heavy)…
In service in the US Navy, the aircraft was called TBM "Lajes" the name of the Luso-American base in the Azores. TBM meant for the crew:
T- Team Work;
B- Beautiful every day;
M-Memorable forever;
The Japanese called it: “The bird of death”
In the hands of the experienced American pilots, the aircraft received radar systems, advanced marksmanship and managed to sink 247 warships in the four remaining years of conflict. 253 planes were produced in Portugal (Navy and Air Force) and at least 5670 in the United States. Some aircraft were supplied to the Royal Navy (under the Lend-Lease agreement), who was very enthusiastic about the plane and called it the “Windsor”, in memory of the Windsor Treaty, signed between England and Portugal which remains until today as the oldest and still legal friendship treaty between two countries.
The “Windsor” was used with great success from 1942 against the Kriegsmarine, having sunk several German battleships and cruisers. Later it was adopted for anti-submarine, making it an astonishing submarine-hunter. They were one of the most effective sub-killers in the Pacific theatre, as well as in the Atlantic, when escort carriers were finally available to escort Allied convoys. There, the Windsors/Lajes contributed in warding off German U-Boats while providing air cover for the convoys. The appearance of the aircraft accelerated the development of more advanced submarines, like the type XXI.
The only other operator in World War II was the Royal New Zealand Air Force which used the type primarily as a bomber, operating from South Pacific Island bases. Some of these were transferred to the British Pacific Fleet.
After the war, the plane was used by many countries, including: Brasil (until 1962), Canada (until 1964), France (until 1956), Netherlands (until 1963), New Zealand (until 1949), USA (until 1956) and United Kingdom (until 1963).
Portugal was the most prolonged user of the Mostrengo. Many were widely used in Africa to fight the revolutionary groups in the colonies after 1961, and strongly used in combat until 1974. After the "Carnation Revolution" on 25 April 1974, the aircraft were evacuated from Africa to Portugal. With the democratic independence of all former colonies, the surviving aircraft, now very tired and obsolete, were still used for some time by the Portuguese Air Force. Without colonies to defend, the aircraft was withdrawn from service in 1979.
The plane was considered an excellent investment and it was used for more than 40 years in combat. Many planes were recovered by U.S. fans ... but in Portugal, it was different.
The Mostrengo was seen by the nation with love. It was responsible for the freedom of Portugal during World War II and fought bravely in the Atlantic and in Africa. In 2008, to commemorate 70 years since the first flight of this mythic plane, a formation of 35 “Mostrengos” flew over the Portuguese capital, Lisbon.
Flying over the "Navy Museum" and the "Padrão dos Descobrimentos" hundreds of thousands of people looked at those amazing and charismatic aircrafts. On board of one of these planes was José Carlos Lopes da Silva, also known as "Zé Carlos", the pilot who flew the first Mostrengo. Flying as a passenger, he was smiling while flying the plane that was his life. He now has 96 years and still likes to drink a "Super Bock" beer every day…
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Clearly the most creative resume I've ever seen. He wrote the details all over this tiny house and his data on rolled flags hanging from the porch. Wow.
Pound for pound,the greatest heavyweight champion to ever step into the ring,never be another heavyweight champ of his caliber!!!!!!!!!
93003 on display at 'The Greatest Gathering' at Alstom’s historic Litchurch Lane Works in Derby, celebrating 200 years of railway history on 02.08.2025.
Traditional reenactment of Napoleon´s greatest victory of Austerlitz in 1805 - this year 2000 reenactors, 100 horses and 20 guns participated on this action.
My Greatest Adventure / Heft-Reihe
I was a Knight in the 20th Century!
cover: Leonard Starr
DC / USA 1957
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
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She was a beauty--a gold 45 goddess for sure! A Gold 45 Goddess exalts the archetypal form of Athena--the Greek Goddess of wisdom, warfare, strategy, heroic endeavour, handicrafts and reason. A Gold 45 Goddess guards the beauty of dx4/dt=ic and embodies 45SURF's motto "Virtus, Honoris, et Actio Pro Veritas, Amor, et Bellus, (Strength, Honor, and Action for Truth, Love, and Beauty," and she stands ready to inspire and guide you along your epic, heroic journey into art and mythology. It is Athena who descends to call Telemachus to Adventure in the first book of Homer's Odyssey--to man up, find news of his true father Odysseus, and rid his home of the false suitors, and too, it is Athena who descends in the first book of Homer's Iliad, to calm the Rage of Achilles who is about to draw his sword so as to slay his commander who just seized Achilles' prize, thusly robbing Achilles of his Honor--the higher prize Achilles fought for. And now Athena descends once again, assuming the form of a Gold 45 Goddess, to inspire you along your epic journey of heroic endeavour.
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Modeling the new black & gold & "Gold 45 Revolver" Gold'N'Virtue swimsuits with the main equation to Moving Dimensions Theory on the swimsuits: dx4/dt=ic. Yes I have a Ph.D. in physics! :) You can read more about my research and Hero's Journey Physics here:
herosjourneyphysics.wordpress.com/ MDT PROOF#2: Einstein (1912 Man. on Rel.) and Minkowski wrote x4=ict. Ergo dx4/dt=ic--the foundational equation of all time and motion which is on all the shirts and swimsuits. Every photon that hits my Nikon D800e's sensor does it by surfing the fourth expanding dimension, which is moving at c relative to the three spatial dimensions, or dx4/dt=ic!
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The next FOLSOM STREET FAIR is Sunday, September 27, 2015
Marvel's Greatest Comics / Heft-Reihe
Starring: The Fantastic Four
His Mission: Destroy the Fantastic Four!
cover: Jack Kirby, Joe Sinnott
Reprints from Fantastic Four (Marvel, 1961 series) #68 (November 1967)
Marvel Comics Group / USA 1974
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I was busy gettting ready to go out when my wife took out the hot idlies for breakfast.
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E3035 and 91110 'Battle of Britain Memorial Flight'
Derby Litchurch Lane Works (Alstom), 2/8/25
'The Greatest Gathering' Rail 200 Event
A Coho Salmon jumps through the air while attempting to reach the upper heights of Lake Creek Falls in the Bureau of Land Managements (BLM) Northwest Oregon District, Nov. 8, 2022. Countless salmon have begun the fall migration throughout the region attempting to reach the spawning grounds where they were born.
The Coho salmon is an anadromous fish, they hatch in freshwater streams and spend a year in streams and rivers then migrate out to the saltwater environment of the ocean to feed and grow. Adult coho salmon usually weigh 8 to 12 pounds and are 24 to 30 inches long, usual traveling upriver to spawn once 3 or 4 years old.
Lake Creek Falls has been a popular spot for families to gather since the early 1900s. In the fall and winter, this site is a great spot to catch the amazing show put on by Coho and Chinook salmon, alongside Steelhead trout, as they migrate upstream to spawn. In 1989, the Bureau of Land Management built a concrete fish ladder at this site, opening up more than 110 miles of stream habitat to fish.
Visitors are encouraged to use extreme caution at all times.
Britain's oldest working standard gauge steam locomotive
At The Greatest Gathering, Derby Litchurch Lane Works, 1st August 2025
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This awkward and old-fashioned biplane in fact is one of the greatest airplanes in the history of aviation. It is Antonov An-2 ('Colt' in NATO classification). It has received the nickname 'kukuruznik' (the 'corncob') in this land, having inherited it from no less famous light night bomber of World War II the Polikarpov U-2 biplane. An-2 is probably less familiar to Western. But in Soviet Union, it played exactly the same role as Douglas DC-3 has played in American history. It has accessed the Aviation for people, making traveling by air affordable by virtually every. You can imagine the talent of designer Antonov and his team, given that the An-2 was his the very first powered airplane, and until it Antonov designed only gliders. An-2 made the maiden flight in 1947 (design was completed in 1940, but WW2 prevented it's materialization). More than 18000 aircrafts have been manufactured. Today (in 2012) 2271 An-2's are still in active service in 27 countries. Several aircrafts have 40+ years of active srevice with 20000+ flight hours.
It's also the greatest single-engined biplane in the World. It is powered by the ASh-62IR engine, the Soviet derivative of the famous Wright Cyclone R-1820. Antonov An-2 is noted in the Guinness book as the single aircraft in the World which is manufactured permamentely during 60+ years. (Now An-2's are made in China with the annual amount 10...20 pieces)
An-2 is typical "Bush Flyer", the class of aircraft familiar for residents of Canada and Alaska. An-2 is ideally suited to the vast areas of Russia. These airplanes have spread to every corner of the country. An-2 is an extremely reliable flying machine, unpretentious in maintenance and service, ideal for operation from unpaved airfields. Improvised airfields were established in all regional centers and many large villages. Thus inhabitants of rural areas and provinces have get quick and convenient access to the centers of civilization. The road network is absent at all on vast expanses of the USSR. So An-2 became the only means of transport. They were used in all conceivable roles. They have done the excellent job during Korean and Vietnam wars. During the Balkan wars of the 1990s, Croatians used An-2, even as an impromptu night bomber. In Soviet aviation An-2 were massively used to train pilots and paratroopers especially, as well as liaison and transport aircrafts.
An-2's were regularly used on Soviet North Pole stations on drifting ice - and in Antarctica too. Once the impenetrable band of pack ice prevented the evacuation of the Antarctic expedition after a 1.5-year mission. On board of the Soviet icebreaker there were two completely worn An-2. One of them had a damaged engine in addition. But their pilots have used the occasional tabular iceberg as airfield and have taken polar researchers home. They had to fly a couple hundred of miles over the high seas. So single engine failure over icy water would mean the imminent death.
But best of all An-2 served just in peaceful roles, on domestic routes and especially in agricultural aviation. The replacement of the An-2 has not been found. After Soviet Union fall the sharp rise of aviation gasoline price has forced to ban An-2 flights to many remote areas. As a result, thousands of settlements have disappeared from the map, Siberia has became literally depopulated. It was found that termination of An-2 operations has caused the loss of all contacts with the "Great Land". Numerous attempts to solve the problem have shown that the only substitute for the An-2 is ... the An-2 itself. But with the turboprop engine. This modification was done back in 1980's under the name of An-3. But the struggling economy in the CIS prevents mass production of the An-3.
347 flying accidents were noted during the whole An-2's biography. It is not the large figure if take into account the enormous number of these machines. So An-2 may be considered as the very safe aicraft.
Naturally An-2 has it's own shortcomings - because every piece of technique possess it. Apart of the expensive gasoline the second one is conducted with it's low pounds per square foot figure. The An-2 just as each biplane, is 'highly volatile'. Therefore, it is very sensitive to the atmospheric turbulence. For example, crossing the border between field and forest, or between the shore and the water surface immediately causes acute passengers seasick. Aircraft equipment is purely Spartan, comfort is absent at all. But as for the "bush-flyer" it is OK.
OBITUARY.; Madam Eliza B. Jumel.
New York TImes
Published: July 18, 1865
A single sentence in this morning's TIMES serves to awaken many memories of the past, and revive remembrances of men and parties long since crumbled or forgotten. Thus it reads: "Died, on Sunday morning, July 16, at her late residence, Washington Heights, madam ELIZA B. JUMEL, in the 92d year of her age."
Madam JUMEL, whose death is chronicled above, was a very singular person, about whose name twined many marvelous stories, and with whose history the greatest men of colonial and Revolutionary days were intimately connected. According to one historian, she was born of an English, mother, Mrs. CAPET, in the cabin of a French frigate, which in the year of our Lord 1769 was carrying troops to the West Indies from La Brest. The mother died as the child drew the first breath of life. Somewhat embarrassed by the tender charge, the Captain concluded to keep her, but afterward, when driven into Newport, R.I., harbor, he placed her in the custody of an elderly lady named THOMPSON, who agreed to take good care of her. Mrs. THOMPSON was a good woman, and many clergymen visited her comparatively humble dwelling, so that the early years of the little one were passed amid good influences.
Many of His Britannic Majesty's officers dwelt in Newport. Among them was a certain Col. P. CROIX, whose personal appearance is reported to have been most taking -- whose position in society was excellent. The Colonel met Miss CAPET when she was about seventeen years of age, and fell in love with her pretty face and pleasant figure. She reciprocated the tender passion, which eventuated in an elopement, the indiscreet but entirely happy pair proceeding to New-York, where the lady lodged at a "handsome wooden structure," but recently standing where now rests the north wing of STEWART's marble palace.
Brought at once into contact with the best people in the city, the lady became a cultured woman of the world, fond of its pleasures, versed in its intrigues, interested in the cabals of politicians, and espousing with ardor one side or the other of the continual military emeutes with which the latter days of the eighteenth century were so cursed in New-York City. She was present at the opening of the first session of Congress at Philadelphia, in September, 1774, and at the inauguration of WASHINGTON as President, she created a decided impression by her beauty and general air of savoir faire. She was about twenty years of age then, and very elegant in person and distinguished in bearing. Mme. JUMEL first met AARON BURR when he ranked as a Captain in the army, and was greatly impressed by his power and expression. She was even then intimate with BENEDICT ARNOLD, whose wife she fancied her best friend, and with PATRICK HENRY, in whose breast of reserve she started a dangerous fire of love and passion; but, forgetful of those noted men, and of the scores who bent willingly before her shrine, she wrote thus of the man who, in after years, was destined to be her lord, if not her master. She says:
"Capt. AARON BURR, in the hey-day of his youth, as he now was, appeared to me the perfection of manhood personified. He was beneath the common size of men, only five feet and a half high, but his figure and form had been fashioned in the models of the graces. Petite as he comparatively was, he had a martial appearance, and displayed in all his movements those accomplishments which are only acquired in the camp and embellished in the boudior of the graces. In a word, he was a combined model of Mars and Apollo. His eye was of the deepest black, and sparkled with an incomprehensible brilliancy when he smiled; but if enraged, its power was absolutely terrific. Into whatever female society he chanced, by the fortune of war or by the vicissitudes of private life to be cast, he conquered all hearts without an effort; and, until he became deeply involved in the cares of State, and the vexations incident to the political arena, I do not believe a female capable of the gentle emotions of love ever looked upon him without loving him. Wherever he went he was petted and caressed by our sex, and hundreds vied with each other in a continuous struggle to offer him some testimonial of their adulation. And yet, with all this popularity in the polite circles, he never took advantage of his position, and I do not believe that any female ever had cause to complain of his seductive wiles, perfidy or injustice."
The casual meeting between the two took place at the rooms of Lady STIRLING, and resulted in Miss CAPET's acceptance of an invitation to accompany Capt. BURR that evening to the theatre. On the way to the house, BURR asked permission to stop for a friend, and so doing he brought into the carriage and introduced to Miss CAPET as his friend the afterward celebrated MARGARET MONCRIEF. A desperate flirtation followed, but beyond that nothing of any moment occurred between them, and he soon after was called away, so that for years they did not meet.
Continuing her gay career, Miss CAPET met and knew intimately the great leaders of the Revolutionary struggle. THOMAS JEFFERSON was a frequent visitor at her house, and a friendship formed between them which ceased only with his death, in 1826. Old BEN FRANKLIN called her his "Fairy Queen," and was on terms of such intimacy with her as permitted him to salute her lips in the presence of friends. Gen. KNOX was likewise a worshipper before her, and LAFAYETTE was greatly charmed. That such a woman as this should have gone through escapades and adventures is but natural; that she should take pleasure and pride in bringing men of loftiest position to her feet is quite understandable; that her reputation should materially suffer by the scandal of her rivals and the jealous tattlings of her female friends is what one would expect; but that she should finally accept the hand of, and marry, a quiet, hard-working, adventurous trader, is a vagary difficult of explanation. She did it, however. In the early days of this century she was wooed and won by a Frenchman named STEPHEN JUMEL, who, landing here poor, made an immense fortune in the wine trade. He became noted for his wealth, liberality and kind-hearted benevolence, and singular foresight in business matters. Of him our worthy but eccentric fellow-citizen, GRANT THORBURN, said:
"STEPHEN JUMEL, a Frenchman, was among our early merchant princes. One morning, about 10 o'clock, in the year 1806, this gentleman, in company with WILLIAM BAYARD, HARMON LE ROY, ARCHIBALD GRACIE, Gen. CLARKSON, and some dozen others, was reading and discussing the news just arrived from Liverpool in the extraordinary short passage of seven weeks. The matter mostly concerned NAPOLEON I. and the battle of Wagram. While thus engaged, a carman's horse backed his cart into the Whitehall-slip. The cart was got out, but the horse was drowned, and every one began pitying the poor carman's ill-luck. JUMEL instantly arose, and placing a ten-dollar bill between his thumb and finger, and holding it aloft while it fluttered in the breeze, and with his hat in the other hand he walked through the length and breadth of the crowd, exclaiming, "How much you pity the poor man? I pity him ten dollars. How much you pity him?" By this ingenious and noble coup he collected in a few moments about seventy dollars, which he gave over at once to the unfortunate and fortunate carman. This has since been imitated often, but of its originality with him there can be no question."
Shortly after this marriage, the downfall of the great NAPOLEON occurred, and the pacification of Europe was secured. This seemed a favorable opportunity for the wealthy Frenchman, who had long since retired from active business, to take his beautiful and accomplished wife to the centre of continental splendor. They went to Paris, purchased a magnificent establishment, and under the social patronage of LAFAYETTE and his contemporaries, Madame JUMEL became as noted in the salons of the French capital as in the parlors of the western metropolis. Her wit and talent placed her in the very van of the frequenters of the court, and while she never failed to make continual conquests, we are not of those who believe the slanderers of her reputation. Gaiety is not always guilt, frivolity not always the exponent of heartlessness, and despite Madame JUMEL's wonderful gaiety and never-ceasing frivolty, she was deep and shrewd and able enough to maintain her position against the combined attacks of those who envied her.
Her life of prodigious prodigality made sad inroads upon her husband's fortune, and he became low spirited. She rallied him, but investigation demonstrated the comparative wreck of his estate, and she failed to arouse him to the necessary exertion. Self-reliant, bold, independent and clear-sighted, she broke up their establishment in Paris and returned alone to New-York in 1822. Resolved to mend what she had broken, she retired to an estate of her own on the island, and devoted herself to the recuperation of her husband's fortune with such signal success that when, in 1828, at the age of sixty-four, he returned to this country, he found himself possessed of means at once abundant and satisfactory. They lived happily together until his death, which resulted in his seventieth year, from an accidental fall.
At this time Col. BURR was practicing law, with great success, in New-York. His legal position was in the front rank: triumph succeeded triumph and although old in years, he seemed but in the prime of life. There was talk of cholera in the city, and Madame JUMEL, who had large interests in real estate determined upon a carriage tour in the country siring, however, to take legal advice on some matters before leaving, she determined to consult Col. BURR, whose preeminence in real estate law was universally conceded. It was a long time since she had seen him. Years had changed them both; oceans and events had separated them; marriage and its consequences had turned the thoughts of each in other directions; and now, when the one was an old man and the other a well-advanced woman, they were to meet. He was perfect in all the subtleties of social life; she was the exponent, ne plus ultra, of fashionable life. The one could not hope to blind, mislead, or seduce the other. His office was at No. 23 Nassau-street, and she drove thither to consult him. Never forgetful of eye, or feature, or figure, he recognized her in a moment, and, as PARTON in his Life of Aaron Burr, says:
"He received her in his courtliest manner, complimented her with admirable tact, listened with soft deference to her statement. He was the ideal man of business -- confidential, self-possessed, polite -- giving his client the flattering impression that the faculties of his whole soul were concentrated upon the affair in hand. She was charmed, yet feared him. He took the papers, named the day when his opinion would be ready and handed her to her carriage with winning grace. At seventy-eight years of age, he was still straight, active, agile, fascinating.
On the appointed day she sent to his office a relative, a student of law, to receive his opinion. This young gentleman, timid and inexperienced, had an immense opinion of BURR's talents; had heard all good and all evil of him; supposed him to be, at least, the acutest of possible men. He went. BURR behaved to him in a manner so exquisitely pleasing, that, to this hour, he has the liveliest recollection of the scene. No topic was introduced but such as were familiar and interesting to young men. His manners were such as this age of slangy familiarity cannot so much as imagine. The young gentleman went home to Madame JUMEL only to extol and glorify him.
Madame and her party began their journey, revisiting Ballston, whither, in former times, she had been wont to go in a chariot drawn by eight horses; visiting Saratoga, then in the beginning of its celebrity, where, in exactly ten minutes after her arrival, the decisive lady bought a house and all it contained. Returning to New-York to find that her mansion had been despoiled by robbers in her absence, she lived for a while in the city. Col. BURR called upon the young gentleman who had been Madame's messenger, and, after their acquaintance had ripened, said to him, "Come into my office; I can teach you more in one year than you can learn in ten, in an ordinary way." The proposition being submitted to Madame JUMEL, she, anxious for the young man's advancement, gladly and gratefully consented. He entered the office. BURR kept him close at his books. He did teach him more in a year than he could have learned in ten in an ordinary way. BURR lived then in Jersey City. His office swarmed with applicants for aid, and he seemed to have quite lost the power of refusing. In no other respects, bodily or mental, did he exhibit signs of decrepitude.
Some months passed on without his again meeting Madame JUMEL. At the suggestion of the student, who felt exceedingly grateful to BURR for the solicitude with which he assisted his studies, Madame JUMEL invited Col. BURR to dinner. It was a grand banquet, at which he displayed all the charms of his manner and shone to conspicuous advantage. On handing to dinner the giver of the feast, he said: "I give you my hand, Madame; my heart has long been yours." This was supposed to be merely a compliment and was little remarked at the time. Col. BURR called upon the lady; called frequently; became ever warmer in his attentions; proposed, at length, and was refused. He still plied his suit, however, and obtained at lost, not the lady's consent, but an undecided no. Improving his advantage on the instant, he said, in a jocular manner, that he should bring out a clergyman to Fort Washington on a certain day, and there he would once more solicit her hand.
He was as good as his word. At the time appointed, he drove out in his gig to the lady's country residence, accompanied by Dr. BOGART, the very clergy, man who, just fifty years before, had married him to the mother of his THEODOSIA. The lady was embarrassed, and still refused. But then the scandal! And, after all, why not? Her estate needed a vigilant guardian, and the old house was lonely. After much hesitation, she at length consented to be dressed and to receive her visitors. And she was married. The ceremony was witnessed only by the members of Madame JUMEL's family and by the eight servants of the household, who peered eagerly in at the doors and windows. The ceremony over, Mrs. BURR ordered supper. Some bins of M. JUMEL'L wine cellar, that had not been opened for half a century, were laid under contribution. The little party was a very merry one. The parson, in particular, it is remembered, was in the highest spirits, overflowing with humor and anecdote. Except for Col. BURR's great age, (which was not apparent,) the match seemed not an unwise one. The lurking fear he had had of being a poor and homeless old man was put to rest. She had a companion who had been ever agreeable, and her estate a steward than whom no one living was supposed to be more competent.
As a remarkable circumstance connected with this marriage, it may be just mentionen that there was a woman in New-York who had aspired to the band of Col. BURR and who, when she heard of his union with another, wrung her hands and shed tears. A feeling of that nature can seldom, since the creation of man, have been excited by the marriage of a man on the verge of fourscore.
A few days after the wedding, the 'happy pair' paid a visit to Connecticut, of which State a nephew of Col. BURR's was then Governor. They were received with attention. At Hartford, BURR advised his wife to sell out her shares in the bridge over the Connecticut at that place and invest the proceeds in real estate. She ordered them sold. The stock was in demand and the shares brought several thousand dollars. The purchaser offered to pay her the money, but she said, "No; pay it to my husband." To him, accordingly, it was paid, and he had it sewed up in his pocket, a prodigious bulk, and brought it to New-York and deposited it in his own bank to his own credit.
Texas was then beginning to attract the tide of emigration which, a few years later, set so strongly thither. BURR had always token a great interest in that country. Persons with whom he had been variously connected in life had a scheme on foot for settling a large colony of Germans on a tract of land in Texas. A brig had been chartered and the project was in a state of forwardness, when the possession of a sum of money enabled BURR to buy shares in the enterprise. The greater part of the money which he had brought from Hartford was invested in this way. It proved a total loss. The time had not yet come for emigration to Texas. The Germans became discouraged and separated, and, to complete the failure of the scheme, the title of the lands, in the confusion of the times, proved defective. Meanwhile, Madame, who was a remarkable thrifty woman, with a talent for the management of property, wondered that her husband made no allusion to the subject of the investment, for the Texas speculation had not been mentioned to her. She caused him to be questioned on the subject. He begged to intimate to the lady's messenger that it was no affair of her's and he requested him to remind the lady that she now had a husband to manage her affairs and one who would manage them.
Coolness between the husband and wife was the result of this colloquy. Then came remonstrances. Then estrangement. BURR got into the habit of remaining in his office in the city. Then, partial reconciliation. Full of schemes and spebulations to the last, without retaining any of his former ability to act successfully, he lost more money, and more, and more. The patience of the lady was exhausted. She filed a complain accusing him of infidelity and praying that he might have no more control or authority over her affairs. The accusation is now known to have been groundless; nor, indeed, at the time was it seriously believed. It was used merely as the most convenient legal mode of depriving him of control over her property. At first, he answered the complaint vigorously, but afterward he allowed it to go by default and the proceedings were carried no further. A few short weeks of happiness, followed by a few alternate months of alternate estrangment and reconciliation, and this union, that begun not inauspiciously, was, in effect, though never in law, dissolved."
Since then Madame JUMEL, who has never resumed her late husband's name, has resided in her home at Washington Heights, comparatively alone. She knew but few, and cored not to extend her list of friends. She died on Sunday, possessed of considerable property, which her grand-children will doubtless inherit. Her funeral will be to-day.
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Collection: John Devoy Family Photographic Collection
Date: Unknown
NLI Ref: NPA JDEV13
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Not the greatest photo in terms of quality here, but for something I took on a compact camera in 2014 it could’ve been far worse!
The TrentBarton Rushcliffe routes have gone through a variety of incarnations, one of which was when the whole lot were under the umbrella of the Rushcliffe Greens brand. It was more ambitious than today’s Mainline and single Villager route, but to what extent I don’t know because in 2014 I didn’t have the time to find out these things, and in 2024 I still don’t.
The Bingham Express was – every other time I’d ever seen one – an Optare Tempo, but on this one occasion it was a Solo SR instead. Technically not off-route since both types were branded the same, but I don’t know how often TrentBarton were switching around the vehicle allocations.
Maid Marian Way, Nottingham
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