Sunday, July 20, 2014

Barbershop visit gives latest news.

Hometown Boy by Duane Dailey
>The Mirror
July 16 2014
My grandfather Dailey always had his hair cut and a shave on Saturday night. He could have stopped by the barbershop any day. But, he went on the busiest night of the week.
Back then, Saturday was when farmers came to town. Every chair in the shop was filled with waiting customers. For granddad, if the wait was long he didn't fret.
That meant more stories would be told. Weather and crop news was exchanged. On going political shenanigans would be discussed. It was the place to get the news, before it was in the weekly paper. It always included news that would never make the newspaper.
On occasion, I would accompany him. Not for a shave and haircut. I liked hearing the story tellers. Maybe that was the embryonic start of my lifetime career of story-telling and teaching.
My grandmother would "have her hair done" at the beauty shoppe. I never sat in on that girl talk. I am sure my education lacks.
Beauty and barber shops foreshadowed Facebook and Twitter. They provided faster conduits of hot gossip. Journalism could never keep up in spreading that news.
The only medium that could compete was the telephone. This was before cellphones. Even before dial phones. All phones were on party lines. The difference in number of long and short rings notified all who was supposed to pick up the call.
This did mean only the person who would pick up the receiver. Only the person for whom the call was directed would answer. The others just listened, clamping their hand over the mouth piece.
A central operator was in charge--and that was the best informed person in town. Now, I never thought of this before I wrote that line. But, my granddad may have influenced the phone company. A succession of his daughters, my aunts, held that key job.
Nah,surely they never shared their news. However, they are long gone. I'll never know. Did he precede NSA in knowing what went over the telephones?
Oh my!
I get my hair cut early Saturday morning. I want to beat the rush of mamas bringing boys to be trimmed.
I do get the latest conspiracy theories, anyway. This past Saturday, the theory was that the big wind in Columbia Monday night was really a tornado. But, the government won't call it one because that would bring a disaster declaration. Then "the government" would have to pay damage repair. I'd never have know that, it's not in the paper.
But, I heard stories of odd damage. I thought I had a good one. My friend Wayne Bailey, MU entomologist, awoke with an oak tree in his bedroom.
But, that was a common report.
What I could add was one heard Friday. It seems the MU car pool was one of the many isolated spots damaged by the strong storm. Of 62 cars on the lot near Hearnes Field House, all but seven had their windows sucked out. Not blown in but sucked out. The lot surface was covered solid in glass shards.
My other tidbit of news was about animal behavior before the storm hit. One dog owner will now pay more attention when her old dog becomes highly agitated and clingy--for no reason. Apparently the dog felt the air pressure drop before we humans knew anything was coming.
The storm hit so quickly, no storm sirens sounded.
Knowing the inclination of some loyal readers. I won't imply this storm has anything to do with climate change. They say it isn't related to the tons of CO2 we spew into the atmosphere everyday with fuel we burn.
Maybe the dog knows.
Send your storm theories to Send 'em and I'll pass 'em on the next time getting my ears set out. Others can add the conspiracies.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

fiinally made it to Christian Union Cemtery to find my great grandpa Lewis Brown's grave....

it's just a hop and a skip down the road from Kyla's grandparents, and took Katie there tonite for her ride to church camp tomorrow. It is a peaceful little country cemetery, right off the highway, surrounded on 2 sides by fields. A groundhog ran across the churchyard into a hole it had dug out under back of church. I stood on the busted up cement stoop and thought about the ancestors who attended church there. The old church looks to be in good shape, has the two traditional entry doors, one for men, one for women, I guess. There is a new church built in Blue Ridge, Katie attends there when she is at Kyla's house.
from the Harrison County Cemeteries page:
BEAMAN Edward V. 1881 1924 Same stone with Mamie Beaman
BEAMAN Mamie J. 1881 1952 Same stone with Edward Beaman (was a wife of Lewis Albert Brown)
BROWN Albert E. 1905 1926
BROWN Cecil I. Dec 20, 1905 Oct 23, 1937
BROWN Daniel F. Jul 25, 1899 Aged 1y, 1m, 18d Son of M. & M. J. Brown No Birth Date
BROWN Esta A. Sep 29, 1910 Nov 03, 1955 Same stone with William Brown
BROWN Etha Mae 1884 1967 (Aunt Mae?)
BROWN Eva 1881 1967
BROWN Frances M. 1868 1945 (Uncle Frank who raised Grandpa Vermal)
BROWN Francis E. Jun 29, 1921 Jul 05, 1921
BROWN George 1866 1941 ("Uncle George")
BROWN Harl Apr 01, 1930 Apr 01, 1930 Same stone with Harold Brown (not sure who the twins belong to)
BROWN Harold Apr 01, 1930 Apr 01, 1930 Same stone with Hal Brown (not sure who the twins belong to)
BROWN Lewis A. Apr 11, 1881 Jan 21, 1955 (great grandpa Lewis Albert Brown) BROWN Lula E. Jul 14, 1901 Aged 2m, 4d Dau of M. & M. J. Brown No Birth Date
BROWN Martha J. Dec 31, 1835 Jan 05, 1904
BROWN William M. Sep 16, 1895 Aged 39y, 2m, 1d No Birth Date
BROWN William O. 1881 1951
BROWN William W. Sep 16, 1907 Apr 28, 1984 Same stone with Esta Brown (Bill Brown who carved the little baskets out of walnuts)
McCOY Iva B. May 26, 1896 December 20, 1918 Dau of M. & M. J. Brown
NEILL J. Sherman August 25, 1909 December 07, 1992 Same stone with Jennie Neill
NEILL Jennie R. August 02, 1909 May 10, 2001 Married Jan 23, 1933 Same stone with J. Sherman Neill
Lewis Albert Brown's parents were William and Jane (Blanchard) Brown. guess they're not buried here?