Cousin Hight C. Moore, move aside for Warfields including Wallis and F. Scott Fitzgerald

A couple of years ago I noticed that the wife of the chairman at USC in the 70s was posting on my Hill site and it turned out we were cousins all the time without knowing it. We are both Clarkes from a sister of the mother of Richard Warfield which meant, to our chagrin, that we were stuck with Wallis as a cousin. I just noticed that we are also stuck with F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Well, I co-wrote a terrific piece long ago on TENDER IS THE NIGHT and a now-chaired professor stole my copy of THE GREAT GATSBY and published a confused article from my very clear interleaved teaching notes.
Distant cousin of ours, Muriel. I am so sorry that you can't claim cousinship to Hight C. Moore.
Or can you?
Will my copy of THE GREAT GATSBY appear in my mailbox?

Another Cousin--Up There with David Dellinger and Kevin Costner

General John Butler in 1781--New Piece in JOURNAL OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION

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My problem with being a boy historian is that I have to clear bushes out of the way before I can do what I want to do, which is to write about the men my GGGG Grandfather Ezekiel Henderson rode with (as best I can establish) in the last couple of years of the Revolution. He does not say he rode out against David Fanning, but the names of his officers indicates that he did, so I am tracking individual soldiers and officers. Then it became necessary to write about how David Fanning changed after he got his fancy Red Coat but before that I had to deal with the inept General Butler who should have retaken Governor Burke in 1781 and with how DF got to Charleston when he finally decided to leave and then you need to write about the significance and the great faults of Governor Burke and to write about verifying Fanning's Narrative and then to deal with false reports of Fanning's raids in South Carolina in 1783 but I am reaching the point of wanting to work on ORNERY PEOPLE, the actual writing of it. I think it has to be chronological.

Revolutionary War veteran, Cousin Daniel Moore's 1842 Horseback Ride from NC to Illinois at 77--To See His Daughter

From the Lenoir TOPIC 7 October 1891

Cousin Robert Tucker sells corn to Jesse & Frank James and the Younger Boys

Notes for LUTHER FRANCIS (FRANK) TUCKER: Works Progress, Indian-Pioneer History, April 1938, #13802 Frank Tucker, P.O. is Eufaula, Ok., was born March 7, 1877 in Tobucksy County, Choctaw Nation, near Eufaula. His father, Robert Tucker, ran a ferry at Rock Ford, Ok., born in Mississippi. His mother, Tilda Edmiston, born in Missouri. I was born in 1877 in Tobucksy County, Choctaw Nation. My father had come from Mississippi many years before. He made the trip in wagons drawn by ox teams. At the time of my birth my father ran a ferry across the South Canadian at a point known as Rock Ford where the old Texas Trail crossed the river. I think you will find that the Missouri, Kansas and Texas line through Oklahoma follows pretty much the route of the old Texas Trail as it was in territorial days.  Andy Edmiston, my grandfather on my mother's side, was the first bridge watcher for the Missouri, Kansas and Texas line in this part of the country, at Eufaula. The firebox of a train in those days was so loosely constructed that there was danger of live coals dropping from it and setting a bridge on fire. My grandfather's duty was to prevent bridges from burning. My boyhood was quite like that of other boys of that time. I went to school as did others in a shirt that reached below the knees. The length of it did away with the need of trousers to go over it. When I was about ten years of age, our family was at dinner one day; we heard someone hail us from our yard. We went to the door. There on horses that had fancy saddles with trimmings, dressed very neat and nice, sat Jesse and Frank James and the Younger boys. They needed corn. Father asked 50 cents a bushel for the corn. The outlaws paid him $1.00 a bushel. The South Canadian ferry happened to be out at that time; the stream was quite swollen, however, this didn't slow the outlaws down any. They plunged their mounts into the stream and swam them across.

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Jon Talton is the king with THE DEADLINE MAN but here is Connelly again on the death of newspapers, in THE BURNING ROOM

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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful A Loving Obituary for American Newspapers, August 10, 2009 This review is from: The Scarecrow (Hardcover) This is one of Connelly's best mysteries. It is also an obituary for all newspapers, although focused on the Los Angeles TIMES. Not everyone will grieve with Connelly as I do. I was in email contact with an editor at the LA TIMES on a day when 140 people were let go. I have spent months, all told, in the old NYPL Annex and many other libraries reading nineteenth-century newspapers, my head in a microfilm reader or standing in pain over low flat tables turning big pages or, very rarely, working at a high slanted stand kind to the back. I have a special love of American papers when 10 or 12 papers were in tough competition and another 20 or 25 catered to special audiences. Many, many other readers of Connelly will bring their own newspaper history to THE SCARECROW, and grieve in their way. This is a fine mystery, but it is more. This early tribute to the vanishing newspaper may remain one of the most heartbreaking anyone ever writes. Here is Connelly in THE BURNING ROOM ON THE LOS ANGELES TIMES: In 1993 it was big and strong, its editions fat with ads and stories produced by a staff of some of the best and brightest journalists in their field. Now the paper looked like somebody who had been through chemo--thin, unsteady, and knowing the inevitable could only be held off for so long. (p. 160).