Friday, February 17, 2017

Wind Gusts to 38? No, no, 40 something, I think

No playmates on the beach, and I went north to the campgrounds before turning into the fierce wind and battling to Duck Creek before turning back. At home I had to spray my legs from the hip down before going in the garage, the sand had blown so high and hard from the east. Maybe the fiercest storm since we got here in 1998.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

A Descendant of Group 1 DNA Cousin Charles B. Knox goes to Iowa


After joining us for coffee at the breakfast table, [B&B owners] John and Sharlene told us that the stone foundation of CB's original log house, about 14x20 ft, could be seen out their back window!  John walked us over to the adjacent lot, also owned by CB at the time, so we could see the rock foundation and hand-dug cellar, now under a little house which, much later, had been built over it.  After we took some pictures, he said "Would you like to see the original log house that had been there?"  At first I didn't understand what he was saying, and I replied "What do you mean?!"  He said that years ago the Knox house was moved off the foundation, stripped of some modern siding, restored, and put on display in the town's park!  So Grandma and I walked 3-4 blocks down the lakeside road to the park, and there, with the town's blue swimming pool, playground, and RV area, was my great-grandfather's log house!  A tattered red sign on it said "First House Lake Park 1869. C.B. Knox".  I walked up and put my hand on the logs, realizing that few people get the chance to touch something made by their forebearers 140 years ago. No one in my family had told me, or even knew, that this cabin and its foundation still existed in Lake Park [Iowa].

The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Lurcher



Monday, February 13, 2017

You know denial is working when you don't get any of the political cartoons

I avert my eyes from the cartoons, and I never catch what they mean. This comes of not reading any news after 8 pm on November 8, 2016. Ignorance is bliss.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Self-Identified Robot passes off to Real Person Successfully

My letter is last.


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Hershelpar
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Feb 10, 12:59 PM EST
Last week I received 2 books from you on the same day. I did not look at one of them immediately but it looks to me as if you made a shipping label for me twice, once for a book by D[     ] D[], and another that got put on a package meant for [xxxxxxxxxxxxx], who had ordered THE REVOLT AGAINST THE MASSES
W4-S037-16-59
UR-225-891 9781594036989
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I figure it would cost more than the book is worth to return it, but you will need to be sure that poor Mr M[   ] gets a copy. I will keep this on the off chance that you do need me to send it to him because you don’t have another copy.
Hershel Parker
Sent from Mail for Windows 10


Thursday, February 9, 2017

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Outliving Grandpa Costner

In the back of my mind I have been thinking that I am about as old as Grandpa Costner lived to be. I finally checked and see that he died at 79 and a half, and I am 81 and a little. Grandma Costner, Alice Bell Costner, was in her mid 80s. Time to check that to be exact. Mother was 92 and I know she wanted me to outlive her. Genetically I am Costner and Bell (and Stewart and Henderson), as far as appearances go, so we can forget how young the Parkers were when they died. I remember Grandpa Costner very well. He was not running 2 miles a day around Heavener at 79, so maybe I have a good chance of hitting 93. I will complete ORNERY PEOPLE much faster than I feared--I'm betting a year and a half, now that I have had a breakthrough on organization and have time almost free to work on it (one big job to fall on me any time now, proofreading MOBY-DICK comma by capital). So, the Rock and me, every day, and many many ornery people. Who would have thought there were so many ornery Americans?

To prove we are still here


How to get a fashionable purple and blue




Tuesday, February 7, 2017

I personally know six men and two women who died this way

The Cambria PA 6 May 1871 FREEMAN:
A TERRIBLE DEATH.--A heart-rending accident occurred near Bertrand, Mich., on the 3d, by which the wife of Mr. John Pope was literally roasted alive. Mrs. Pope was subject to fits, and, being a habitual pipe-smoker, it is believed by her neighbors that, during the absence of her husband, she was taken with a fit, and, perhaps, smoking at the time, her clothes caught fire from the ashes, and that partially recovering her consciousness she wandered into the yard, where she set fire to a pile of straw and then put it out. She then evidently leaned against the building, and again extinguished the flames with a wet cloth. During her ravings she cut her garters and took off her shoes and stockings, and then washed her hands and arms until the skin came off, as the loose skin and pieces of flesh were found in the wash-pan. Finally, when her clothes were completely burned from her body, she lay down on her bed and there met her terrible death, alone and unattended.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Morro Rock When the Rain Had Paused




Oh, hurrah, I am not the only one who hates Quick Access

I have been saving documents to a folder only to find that the documents never made it to the folder.
It is not too strong a criticism to say that Windows 10 is perverse.

Other sufferers:

This can be a deal-breaker for many. One should be able to rename the folders to one's liking (The folder name could be long and tedious for example, and being able to rename or shorten it should continue to be allowed as was the case with Favorites in previous versions)



      My work computer just got upgraded tin Win 10 this week. I had my favorites set up and organized perfectly for production work, where I drop PDFs in many different locations. All these shortcuts had reverted to their original names; e.g., I had 6 pinned folders named "1-UP" which was totally stupid. So yesterday I went and renamed them all through properties, NOT REALIZING I WAS ACTUALLY CHANGING THE FOLDER NAMES ON THE COMPANY SERVER. Today all hell broke loose and it was all my fault. Thank goodness nothing was deleted but my innocent mistake disrupted the workflow of quite a few of my co-workers and even the owner of the company was contacted when the problem first arose. I HATE HATE HATE Quick Access. The upgrade also broke my Outlook (with InLoox plug-in) and font management software.





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          That sounds frustrating. I had a similar problem as we have several folders that are named by my username that I need to access, and they all became my username on Quick Access. I had custom names before the update to Windows 10 ("Scans", "FAI Reports", etc.).
          The part about renaming files seems to be your IT department's fault and not yours. I hope you didn't get too much flak for it. Important folders should not be allowed to be renamed by people outside of IT.





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            This actually caused me to delete important files. Under Win 8.1 i could rename folders on the network so I knew which computer they came from. I assumed they retained their names in Quick Access. Not true. All the shortcuts were renamed to their folder names on host computers. Bad form. And now I can't get Quick Access to work at all. Folders I attempt to pin just result in an error message. This was one of the most useful features in Win 7 and Win 8.1 and now it appears to be toast. The biggest annoyance I've encountered so far in Win 10.


            Friday, February 3, 2017

            Could Cousin Henry's occupation really be listed as Gambler?

            Cousin David Dellinger Did Not Know the True Source of his Moral Strength


            FROM YALE TO JAIL: THE LIFE STORY OF A MORAL DISSENTER. Dust jacket intact, but (unmentioned by seller) water stained throughout. Readable, but I wanted a good copy after finding we are Dellinger cousins. Think what prestige I would have had in LA when the Chicago Seven were in the news! So like all other Yankees David thought the Revolution began and ended in Boston. His mother's mother "was a leader in the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR).

            Dellinger went on: "My father's ancestors were also pre-Revolutionary Americans, but they lived in the mountains of North Carolina instead of in a suburb of Boston. Boston was the Fountainhead of the American Revolution and the Center of Modern Enlightenment. The leading Boston paper called it the 'Athens of America' and the 'Hub of the Universe.'"

            He did not know. Like my folks, his father did not know about his Revolutionary ancestors. I will bet he did not know about the Association which my Uncle John Dellinger and Uncle or Cousin George Dellinger signed in August 1775 in Tryon County. These men put their lives and fortunes on the line a year before the Declaration of Independence.

            Rock not visible when I was near it but rain had stopped when I was a mile north


            What Killed Uncle Henry Dellinger's 2nd Wife




            The Fatal Addiction of Uncle Henry Dellinger's Second Wife.

            The tavern-owner and jailer of Lincoln County, Uncle Henry Dellinger, first married a Rudisill cousin of mine, then a widow, Sallie Smothers.

            Lincoln Courier 15 April 1892:
            Henry Dellinger was a native of the State of Penn. He made trips back nearly every fall, taking with him a drove of cattle and bringing back liquors for his cellar and goods for his store. After the death of his first wife, who was a Miss Rudasill, he wooed Mrs. Smothers, a widow then living in the State of Penn. According to a tradition in the family, she was a great lover of coffee. Her objection to wedding and accompanying Mr. Dellinger, was the fear that in the far off South in the wilds of Western North Carolina, she would not be supplied with her favorite drink. This the ardent lover quickly overcame by promising her all she wanted--a promise he faithfully kept. His neighbors frequently discussed his expensive bargain, and she came to an untimely grave from the excessive use of coffee.

            Pottenger Land on the Potomac 1734


            We never claimed to own present-day Silver Springs, Maryland.

            Grandfather John Pottenger made his will on 2 August 1734 at Prince George County, MarylanD.
            Item. I give to my grandson John Purnell, the son of my daughter, Rachel, one-hundred Acres of Land lieing in the north of Watts Branch that falleth into the Potomack river, called Newberry, to him and his Heirs forever.
            Item. I give to my grandson, Robert Purnell, the brother of John Purnell, one Hundred Acres of Land called the Remainder of the five Hundred Acres which I bought of Nathaniel Wickham, Jun'r, to him and his heirs forever.
            Item. I give to my Daughter Verlinda Wade 200 acres of land called As good as wee could gett, binding on the Muddy branch that falleth into Potomack River, to her and the Heirs of her body forever.

            Cousin Jesse Sparks Teaches Manners to a New Yorker


            THE RAILWAY HOG.

            A True Story of How His Impoliteness Was Rebuked



                      Maj. J. W. Sparks, the genial Senator from Rutherford, again comes to the front in an amusing yet tragic episode.

                      Two or three nights ago the Major was a passenger on the train bound for Chattanooga, returning to Murfreesboro from a visit to this city. The car was crowded, but Mr. Sparks’ keen eye soon discovered as he progressed along the aisle what he doubtless considered a favorable opening. An individual, who would by some extremists have been considered a hog of the human species, lay spread across two seats, with his luggage on a third.

                      “Is this seat engaged?” queried the Major, pointing to the seat upon whose plush covering the stranger’s pedal extremities were extended.

                      The stranger answered not a word, but gave a surprised and insolent stare at the questioner.

                      The Senator without more delay jerked the seat over, probably severely abrading the stranger’s shin-plasters.

                      “By G-d, sir,” yelled the stranger as he violently threw the seat back to its former position and poked a revolver into the Senator’s glowing countenance, “I’m from New York.”

                      “And I,” retorted the Senator as he knocked up the New Yorker’s pistol, “am from Texas, more recently from Tennessee.” As he spoke, he shot his right fist into the stranger’s left optic, and knocking him against the window-pane shattered the glass. The stranger’s head went through the opening thus made and the irate Tennessean was about to throw the Yorker out the car when friends persuaded him to desist.

                      The train ran into Lavergne and the stranger grabbing his grip and leaving his hat jumped off the platform and evidently fearing mob law disappeared in the darkness. The last view of the gentleman from New York was secured as that individual fled like one of the Major’s razor-backs across the uplands of Rutherford County in the vicinity of Lavergne. He turned up a day later in Chattanooga where he bought a hat and ticket North.

            From the Nashville Tennessean (17 November 1889)

            Thursday, February 2, 2017

            A cousin's wife who sacrificed herself on the altar of hospitality


            Mr. Thomas Brasher, the widely‐known merchant of Columbiana, Alabama, was a singularly excellent Christian lady, who finally sacrificed herself on the altar of hospitality, receiving into her house a family infected with small pox, not at first known, though under circumstances to be apprehended. She contracted the disease and died.


            Playing in the intermittent rain


            Spelling raccoon

            Mrs Henry could choke one but when I am typing fast I can't spell raccoon.

            Cousin Henry Brasher's Wife Chokes a Raccoon in Shelby County, Alabama

            Mr. Henry Brasher lived on the place the long‐time home of Jefferson Elliott, on Four Mile creek. There was a large pond at the foot of the hill east of the first house built upon  the place by the original owner, Levi Weaver, then occupied by Mr. Brasher. Ms. B. had been washing,  and leaving her little boy, two or three years old, at the house, descended the hill to rinse the clothes in  the clear pond. Presently she heard the child screaming, ran up the hill, and found a coon biting and  scratching him in the face. With a mother's heroism, she seized the coon by the throat and choked it to  death! But her sleeves being rolled up to the elbow, the coon scratched her arms severely. I saw the  child and mother a week or two after on a visit to my mother, and looked at the scratches on both  mother and child then cicatrizing. 

            Jayson Blair and Richard H. Brodhead--Those Who Lie in the NEW YORK TIMES


            This week while reading Bruce DeSilva’s ROGUE ISLAND (2010), p. 90, I saw this passage:

            "On the integrity of journalists: Unless you’re a member of the tribe, you have no idea how hard journalists take mistakes. Sure, the business occasionally attracts a fraud like Jayson Blair, the reporter who got fired for making stuff up at The New York Times. But the lies they tell hurt the rest of us, and so does every honest mistake that makes readers doubt what we print."

            The Wikipedia heading on Blair says this: Jayson Thomas Blair is an American journalist formerly with The New York Times. He resigned from the newspaper in May 2003 in the wake of the discovery of plagiarism and fabrication in his stories.”

            Jayson Blair lied in the New York TIMES and got fired for it.

            Richard H. Brodhead lied in the New York TIMES when he reviewed the 2nd volume of my biography of Melville in June 2002. Trashing my credibility, he declared that only I in my “black hole” (had he seen my study?) had ever heard of a book I said Melville finished in 1860, POEMS. Of course, every scholar had known about the lost book since 1922, the year after Weaver’s biography was published. Documents about it are in all the standard places such as THE MELVILLE LOG. But Brodhead, a genteel New Critic, not a scholar, was Dean of Yale College, and could get away with lying about me in the New York TIMES, and a few months later Andrew Delbanco (a professor at Columbia) took the lying even further in the NEW REPUBLIC, saying because I invented lost books I could not be trusted anywhere in either volume. Then in 2005 Delbanco published a derivative biography ("Look, Ma, No Research") in which he casually mentioned the existence of the books he had said I invented. Neither Brodhead nor Delbanco has ever acknowledged their trashing my reputation and neither seems to have suffered for their sins.

            Jayson Blair lied in the New York TIMES and got fired.
            Richard H. Brodhead lied in the New York TIMES and got made President of Duke University. He will be remembered as the contemptible figure in KC Johnson and Stuart Taylor, Jr.’s UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT (2007) and their new THE CAMPUS RAPE FRENZY. But will he ever apologize for lying about me?

            Wednesday, February 1, 2017

            Paul W. Tibbets, Jr., a Warfield Cousin and David Dellinger, a Dellinger Cousin


            How many Americans are cousins to Paul W. Tibbets, Jr., who dropped the Little Boy on Hiroshima on 6 August 1945, and also to David Dellinger, who, in October 1945  denounced the use of atomic bombs?



            Dellinger’s "Declaration of War," 1945, in Direct Action:
            "The atom bombs were exploded on congested cities filled with civilians. There was not even the slightest military justification because the military outcome of the war had been decided months earlier. The only reason that the fighting was still going on was the refusal of American authorities to discontinue a war which postponed the inevitable economic collapse at home, and was profitable to their pocketbooks, their military and political prestige, their race hatred, and their desires for imperialist expansion."

            "The "way of life" that destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki (and is reported to have roasted alive up to a million people in Tokyo in a single night) is international, and dominates every nation of the world. But we live in the United States, so our struggle is here. With this "way of life" ("death" would be more appropriate) there can be no truce nor quarter. The prejudices of patriotism, the pressures of our friends, and the fear of unpopularity, imprisonment, or death should not hold us back any longer. It must be total war against the infamous economic, political, and social system which is dominant in this country. The American system has been destroying human life in peace and in war, at home and abroad, for decades. Now it has produced the crowning infamy of atom bombing. Beside these brutal facts the tidbits of token democracy mean nothing. Henceforth no decent citizen owes one scrap of allegiance (if he ever did) to American law, American custom, or American institutions."

            Paul W. Tibbets, Jr., and Studs Turkel  6 August 2002 05.26



            ST: You came back, and you visited President Truman.

            PT: We're talking 1948 now. . . . .Then he [Truman] looked at me for 10 seconds and he didn't say anything. And when he finally did, he said, "What do you think?" I said, "Mr President, I think I did what I was told." He slapped his hand on the table and said: "You're damn right you did, and I'm the guy who sent you. If anybody gives you a hard time about it, refer them to me."

            ST: Anybody ever give you a hard time?

            PT: Nobody gave me a hard time.

            ST: Do you ever have any second thoughts about the bomb?

            PT: Second thoughts? No. Studs, look. Number one, I got into the air corps to defend the United States to the best of my ability. That's what I believe in and that's what I work for. Number two, I'd had so much experience with airplanes... I'd had jobs where there was no particular direction about how you do it and then of course I put this thing together with my own thoughts on how it should be because when I got the directive I was to be self-supporting at all times.

            On the way to the target I was thinking: I can't think of any mistakes I've made. Maybe I did make a mistake: maybe I was too damned assured. At 29 years of age I was so shot in the ass with confidence I didn't think there was anything I couldn't do. Of course, that applied to airplanes and people. So, no, I had no problem with it. I knew we did the right thing because when I knew we'd be doing that I thought, yes, we're going to kill a lot of people, but by God we're going to save a lot of lives. We won't have to invade [Japan].

            The Rock today from close and from a mile North


            I did not make it clear that Cousin Calvin who killed a Delaware was half Cherokee.

            "Half-breed Cherokee" Cousin Calvin Coker--Innocent of Murder by Reason of Political Excitement

            Follow-up:
            The Eureka, Kansas Herald on 1 July 1875 identified Cousin, the descendant of an English immigrant to Virginia in the 1600s, as a "half-breed Cherokee." Uncle Joe Coker was one of the enthusiastic progenitors of half-breed children in northern Arkansas. William Monks in A History of Southern Missouri and Northern Kansas (1907, in the University of Arkansas 2003 reprint) says: "One of the Cokers raised two families, one by a white woman and the other by an Indian woman." There was in fact more than one Indian woman involved, and it was the multiple claiming of their women that the Cherokee men objected to: see the Turnbo story about "Poor Joe Hill." Moncks continues: "The Indian family, after they had grown up and become men, resided a part of the time in the [Cherokee] Nation, where the mother lived, and a part of the time they remained in Marion county where their father and other relatives lived. They were very dangerous men when drinking, and the whole country feared them."