Thursday, March 18, 2021

The GOP's Dirty Dozen

 
by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Yesterday the United States House of Representatives passed legislation to present the Capitol Police and the Washington, DC Metropolitan Police Department with Congressional Gold Medals for their heroic efforts in protecting members of Congress and the legislative branch of government during the rioting and insurrection of January 6th.  The measure also included a third gold medal to be presented to the Smithsonian for display and research purposes.

The bill to award those Gold Medals passed 413-12, with all Democrats and a majority of Republicans voting to bestow that honor on the brave police who had placed themselves between the rioters and the members and employees of Congress.

Speaker Pelosi described January 6th as "a day of horror and heartbreak."  She added that it was also "a moment of extraordinary heroism" when police put themselves between members of Congress and the violence.

While the legislation passed in a highly non-partisan manner, the twelve negative votes did all come from Republican members, and all but two of them were from states that had been part of the Confederacy in the Civil War.

(Several of the rioters had carried Confederate flags on long staffs through the Capitol Building during the insurrection, and some had even used their flags and staffs as weapons.  One Capitol policemen and four other individuals died during the attack, and there were numerous injuries and untold amounts of property damage.)

The members voting against the legislation honoring the Capitol Police and the Metropolitan Police were: Tom Massie (Kentucky), Matt Gaetz (Florida), Louie Gohmert (Texas), Marjorie Taylor Greene (Georgia), Andy Biggs (Arizona), Andy Harris (Maryland), Lance Gooden (Texas), Michael Cloud (Texas), Andrew Clyde (Georgia), Greg Steube (Florida), Bob Good (Virginia), and John Rose (Tennessee).

Some justified their negative votes by saying that they had been offended by the use of the term "insurrection" to refer to the events of January 6th in the legislation, and Rep. Gohmert submitted an alternative bill that dropped the use of that word.

Republican Rep. Liz Cheney of Wyoming, the number three Republican in the House hierarchy, termed Gohmert's alternative bill "outrageous."   She declared forcefully, "What happened on January 6 was an attack on the Capitol.  The officers who defended us, both Capitol Police, the Metropolitan Police, all the law enforcement officers who defended us put their lives on the line - some lost their lives - and there should be no question that we're awarding people a gold medal for their actions that day."

But twelve Republican members of Congress did not see the events of that day in exactly the same way that Nancy Pelosi and Liz Cheney did.

The Senate passed a similar bill last month, but their version awarded the Congressional Gold Medal to just one person, Officer Eugene Goodman of the Capitol Police Department, the man who put himself between rioters and the Senate Chamber and misdirected the rioters elsewhere.  Now the two bills - the one from the Senate and the one from the House - will have to be "reconciled" into one bill to be approved by both bodies.

Perhaps then America will have a clearer picture of how our congressmen and senators actually feel about the men and women of our country's law enforcement agencies.    Do our national politicians really believe Blue Lives Matter - or is that just a handy political slogan that they use to fire-up voters?  Twelve Republican representatives have already given some indication of their true lack of support for law enforcement, and maybe now we will be able to see where the other members of Congress stand as well.

America is watching, Congress.  Tell us how you really feel!

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

It's Good to have Human Beings Back in the White House


by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

I respect Joe Biden's skills as a politician and his decency as a human being, but in all honesty I am not an ardent Biden political supporter.  Last year I voted for another candidate in the Missouri presidential primary, even though by the time that the "show-me" state finally got around to holding a primary, Biden was already the de facto nominee.  Being a practical and sane person, however, I did vote for Biden in the general election.  Practical and sane people really had no choice in the 2020 general election.

So far I am pleased with the Biden presidency.  I feel personally safe and I feel that the country is safe under his leadership, and that is clearly something that many of us never felt with his predecessor.   The nation seems less angry and much quieter on Biden's watch.  We don't wake up every morning to an onslaught of rage tweets coming from the occupant of the Oval Office, and minor political incidents aren't amped up to the level of national or international incidents.

Calm is prevailing, and I like calm.

But lest we forget how awful things were just a couple of months ago, the bills from that four-year fiasco are still coming due - literally.

Monday the Daily Beast ran a report saying that a political junket that the son-in-law of the last guy to inhabit that White House before Biden had resulted in a hotel bill in the amount of $24,335.  That, of course, would be an outrageous hotel bill for even an actual diplomat.  But Jared and Ivanka Trump won't unpack their bags in places where most Americans would feel comfortable and safe.  They're special.

That junket was in December after Ivanka's daddy had already lost his re-election effort and the Kushner's knew that their time on the public payroll was careening to an end.  At about that same time they moved out of the White House and into a private home in Washington, DC.  As a part of that move they spent over $100,000 of public money to rent an apartment across the street from their new digs because Ivanka refused to let those common Secret Service agents use any of the five bathrooms in her new home.

Another much ballyhooed instance of the Kushner's living large on taxpayer money occurred in 2018 when they took a weekend vacation to a resort in the Dominican Republic.  During that outing they spent $58,000 just for accommodations for their security detail.

Joe Biden is not be as noisy and as self-absorbed as the guy who was President before him, and I like that. I also like the fact that his family doesn't behave like they are all a bunch of entitled British royals.  

It'sgood to have human beings back in the White House!

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

The Bundy War on Government Rages On

 
by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

As of a week ago more than three hundred people had been arrested in connection with the Capitol insurrection of January 6th, and it looks as though there will be plenty more to follow as those taken into custody quickly rat out their friends and co-rioters in an attempt to curry favor with the government they once fantasized about overthrowing.  And while the ranks of those taken into custody form a crazy quilt of colorful characters, a few stand out:  the Arkansas hillbilly who posed with his feet on Nancy Pelosi's desk  and then whined about being kept in a cell like a common criminal, the horned, tattooed, and painted shaman who demanded (and got) vegan meals while in the hoosegow, the princeling who requested to be released to the supervision of his parents - the same parents who had driven the get-away car as he fled the Capitol, and the Texas woman who asked the judge to release her from jail so she could go on a vacation that she already had planned before trying to overthrow the government.  

Poor babies, one and all.

So many characters, so many tales still to be told - and yet, quite oddly, so far no representatives of modern America's premier insurrectionist family - the Bundys of Nevada, Arizona, and Idaho - have been linked to the treason that took place at the US Capitol.  Perhaps the Bundys were too busy with their own causes to participate in the insanity fest that descended on Washington, DC, on January 6th.

The Bundy family first came to national attention in 2014 when the patriarch, Cliven Bundy, a Nevada rancher who had for years been grazing his cattle on US government land while refusing to pay grazing fees, became involved in an armed standoff with the government when federal agents began rounding up his cattle.  Seven years later that case is still bouncing around the courts

Then Cliven's son, Ammon Bundy, and others seized control of a federal game reserve in Oregon in 2016 which they managed to hold for several weeks.  Ultimately one member of the group was shot and killed at a traffic stop by government agents, and the protesters were dislodged.   Some government errors in that case resulted in it being dismissed and charges dropped.

And now Ammon is in the news again.

Last year Ammon Bundy was arrested at the Idaho statehouse when he showed up to protest government measures to control the pandemic.  He was scheduled to appear in court yesterday to stand trial on charges resulting from that protest and arrest, but as Bundy tried to enter the courthouse in Boise he was stopped for not wearing a mask.  (Another danged government measure to control the pandemic!)   After being told that masks were required for entry, he declined to put one on - and was denied entry into the building.  The judge inside of the building responded by charging Ammon Bundy for "failure to appear," and he was promptly arrested and carted off to the local pokey.  Bond was set at  $10,000.

The Bundys probably see themselves as standing up to an overreaching government, a government that they fail to recognize as being legitimate, while others view them as outliers of society who regard themselves as being above the law.  Whatever their motivations, the Bundys are undoubtedly serving as an inspiration to other would-be "freedom  fighters" who see some romantic glory in trying to bring down the government that protects them and  provides them with the basic right of protest.

But there is a difference between peaceful protest and outright anarchy, and a nation without government and laws would be a nation without safeguards for basic human rights - and a very dangerous place to live.

If any of the Bundys move into my neighborhood, I hope that it's Al and Peg.  Them I could tolerate!

Monday, March 15, 2021

COVID Shots Should be Mandatory


by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

I heard on the news this morning that over seventy million Americans have had at least one COVID shot, and now literally millions are being given each day.  But that does not mean that we are out of the woods because clearly we are not.  Thousands of new infections are still being reported daily, and "spring break," an event when young Americans typically rush to warmer climes - places like Florida and Texas whose state governors literally ignore all safety precautions and, in some cases, make setting safety standards illegal - is upon us.

I also heard a few days ago that there is one element of the population that is proving exceptionally resistant to getting inoculated - rural supporters of the last guy to live in the White House, the one who left in abject humiliation on January 20th.  Not only is he not openly encouraging his supporters to get vaccinated, some of his acolytes appear to be openly advising against it.  Every other living US President is encouraging people to get the COVID shots, but not Fat Boy.  He and his porn model wife sneaked around and got theirs, but then declined to pass that valuable advice on to his followers.

It was good enough for me, but clearly not for thee.

My first inclination is just to bow to this mass ignorance and let natural selection rule the day - just one more proof that Dawrin absolutely knew what he was talking about.  But unless this disease is pulled up by the roots and allowed to expire in the bright lights of reason and modern medicine, it will still be with us, mutating, and eventually come roaring back in some new form.  So while I respect a person's right to die from being willfully ignorant, I cannot respect their "right" to live life on their own terms if that lifestyle leads to the death of others who have been following the rules of social order.

I didn't like being marched down the elementary school hall for polio shots more than sixty years ago, but it was part of the price that had to be paid for the privilege of living in an otherwise free and open society.  As the gun nuts like to wail, "Freedom isn't free!"

The last guy to serve in the White Hosue sneaked around and got his shot.  He didn't want anyone else to know because he was taking care of himself but didn't want his successor getting credit for ending the pandemic..  But a vaccination program is about more than just protecting oneself.  The ultimate purpose of mass vaccinations is to rid society of the scourge of a disease - and that won't happen until everyone participates.

And if government has to get a little pushy in order to protect us from ourselves, so be it.

Maybe getting vaccinated against COVID should be a requirement for receiving the next stimulus checks.
 

Sunday, March 14, 2021

Back to Missouri

by Pa Rock
Road Warrior

Rosie and I are safely back home following another long day on the road.  Friday, as we headed to Kansas City, we drove through about 200 miles of hard rain, but on today's return trip we only had to suffer through about 90 miles of rain - though some of that was in Kansas City itself.  We made a few stops on the way home - and always in dry weather, which was nice.  We pulled in at the Osceola Cheese Store and bought some cheeses for my good neighbor Rex and his wife.  It was a 'thank you' because Rex had come by on his tractor during the big snow and cleared my driveway.  

A lady working at the Cheese Store told me as I walked in that they are now selling wine and had free samples.  I told her that it was too early (about 10:00 a.m.) - and walked away whistling "Never on Sunday."   I don't know if the Amish own that store or not, but it is definitely an Amish-centric business - so I thought the addition of wine to the inventory was interesting - and especially the free samples!

Other observations:  There is a homeless encampment in a park right next to the shops of Westport in Kansas City.  It looks as though a group of people are living under a large blue tarp.  When we pulled up in front of the half-price bookstore in Westport, we parked next to a nice car (nice by my standards) whose backseat and front passenger seat were completely full of trash - up to the car's ceiling.  (It reminded me of a mobile home that I visited once as a social worker.  That place had at least four feet of trash wall to wall, with a trail leading from the front door to a couch in front of the television.   Another time I was called in investigate a situation in a mobile home that was inhabited by a family and their kennel of eighty dogs!  There is a sub-sub-culture of poverty in rural America that is beyond the comprehension of most Americans - and certainly below the radar of our political leaders of both parties.)

They're tearing down the Macy's that used to sit as an independent building out close to the neighborhood where my son lives.  My understanding is that the company is closing stores nationwide.  (I hope they don't sell the Thanksgiving Day Parade to Walmart!). According to two large billboards that I happened to notice, Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede in Branson has been renamed Dolly Parton's Stampede.  I've never been, but I understand that it's a great place to watch people do acrobatics on running horses  - or ride racing ostriches - all while you are enjoying a nice meal!

(I fought an ostrich once.  I didn't want to fight, but he did - and he ripped my shirt right off with his large toe and claw!  After that whenever I went out to feed, I took along a garbage can lid that I used like a Roman shield.  Emus are sweet and docile - ostriches are not!)

The trip is over, and other than the time changing while I was gone there is nothing else to report.  The bird feeders are empty and the red birds seem to be preparing to protest en masse, so that it the next item on my agenda - and then I will come back inside and put away all of the booty from Costco!

Hasta mañana!

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Pa Rock and Rosie Take a Road Trip!

by Pa Rock
Traveling Fool

Rosie and I are in the Kansas suburbs of Kansas City, our first trip up this way since late January of 2020.  Of course we had no idea when we drove out of town that last time that it would be so long until our next visit.   But America is starting to get vaccinated, I've had my shots, and here we are!

The drive up yesterday wasn't much fun.  We ran into heavy rain around Mountain Grove, Missouri, and drove through more or less steady rain until we reached Peculiar, Missouri - which is a suburb of Kansas City.  And, because it had been so long since I have made the drive, I managed to miss a turn in Springfield that cost us about an extra fifteen minutes on the road.  Potty breaks were also difficult, especially for Rosie who is no fan of going in the rain!

The only thing of interest that we saw on the drive up was a horse-drawn wagon with an Amish couple racing like hell along the side of the road to reach cover.  They were about a half-mile south of the famous Osceola Cheese Store and tour-bus-trap south of Clinton, a place that sells many fine Amish cheeses, jellies, and jams, so I'm sure the couple found sanctuary there - though the poor horse probably did not!

The big news from the trip so far is that I got a haircut, my first in fourteen months.  Tim took me to a "Great Clips," and a very nice lady got out her pruning shears and went to work.  By the time she finished there was enough gray hair on the floor to stuff a throw pillow!     Haircuts are great - I may get another one next year!  (And it's a painless way to lose weight!)

There was a political science professor at Southwest Missouri State years ago who would use this question in one of his exams in the intro course:  The capital of Missouri is  A. Kansas City.   B. St. Louis    C.  Jefferson City   D. Peculiar  - and he accepted "C" or "D'" as correct.  That's just more proof that some things never change!

Costco today - and probably more rain!

Friday, March 12, 2021

Ancestor Archives: Charles Macy (1831-1876)


by Rocky Macy

Charles MACY was born in Kentucky on February 4, 1831 to William Blain MACY and Mary Elizabeth “Polly” (HUFF) MACY.  He married Mary Jane MEADOR on February 19, 1852, in Kentucky and died on February 28, 1876 in rural Newton County, Missouri.

Charles MACY was my great-great-grandfather.
 
Charles and his young family migrated to the Kansas Territory from Breckenridge County, Kentucky, sometime after October of 1855 and, according to a territorial census of Kansas taken in 1859, they settled in Hartford Township of Madison County, Kansas, in March of 1857.   At that time his family was listed as having five members.  Although the other four were not named on that census (the territorial census only listed the names of voters), they would have been his wife, Mary Jane, and children Robert Taylor and Sarah Lydia who had been born in Kentucky, and Nancy Elizabeth who had been born the preceding year in Kansas.
 
Next to Charles MACY on that census was a “Jessie” MACY with his own family.  That MACY family had also settled in Hartford Township of Madison County, Kansas, in March of 1857, and it included a total of three members.
 
The following year the US Federal Census of 1860 clarified the situation somewhat because it listed each member of the families by name.   That census placed Charles MACY’s family in Hartford Township of Madison County, Kansas, as Family Number 598 in Dwelling Number 730.   Family members included Charles (age 28, born in Kentucky), Mary (26, Kentucky), Robert F. (7, Kentucky), Sarah L. (4, Kentucky) and Nancy E. (2, Kansas).
 
Family Number 599 in Dwelling Number 731, the next door neighbors, were Charles’ next younger brother, Jesse MACY, and his wife, Dosha (Theodocia), who was Mary Jane’s younger sister, along with their two children.   The census listed them as Jesse (age 26, born in Kentucky), Dosha M. (20, Kentucky), Roxana (4, Kentucky), and Thomas W.  (1, Kansas).
 
In her very fine 1998 family history book entitled "Macy Family," compiler Betty TUGGLE BELL, a descendant of Charles and Mary Jane (MEADOR) MACY described how the MACY brothers and their MEADOR wives came to Kansas from Kentucky:  

"In the middle 1850's Charles and his wife Mary Jane left Kentucky and along with Mary Jane's sister Theodocia and her husband Jesse Macy, Charles's brother, they joined a wagon train of immigrants that set out from Edgar County, Ill. and trekked to Lyon Co. Kansas.  There they purchased land for $1.25 an acre.  In this wagon train were Cornelius Pinson (wife was Eliza Meador);  Henry Stratton (his wife was Nancy Jane Macy);  Lucinda Macy Yeager (the widow of John Morgan Yeager);  Calvin Meadows;  Samuel Macy;  Robert Macy; and Ann Meadows (the widow of Gamaliel Macy).

(Betty's narrative said that the families located in Lyon County, Kansas, but that is not technically correct.  They arrived in Hartford Township of Madison County, as stated above.  That was in 1857.  Kansas became a state on January 29, 1861.  Two days later Madison County was eliminated and its land was divided between Breckenridge County to the north and Greenwood County to the south.  The MACY's were then located in Breckenridge County, Kansas.  Breckenridge was named after John C. BRECKENRIDGE who had just finished a term as James BUCHANAN's Vice President.  When the Civil War started, BRECKENRIDGE declared his affiliation with the South and went on to become a Major General in the Confederate Army.  Kansas, a newly formed "free" state, decided to rename Breckenridge County due to John C. BRECKENRIDGE's political leanings.  Therefore, Breckenridge County was renamed Lyon County on February 5, 1862.  That made three distinctly named Kansas counties where the two MACY families had lived  - and yet they remained in their same homes!)

"Find a Grave" on the internet states that Theodocia MEADOR MACY died on October 20, 1861, in Breckenridge County, Kentucky, and is buried there.  Betty TUGGLE BELL states in her "Macy Family" that Theodocia died in Kansas along with her daughter (presumably an infant during childbirth) and that they are buried in Topeka.  Regardless of where his wife passed away, Jesse was back in Breckenridge County, Kentucky, with the two older children by 1863 where he registered for the Civil War draft.   Jesse remarried a couple of years after Theodocia's death, and he remained a resident of Breckenridge County, Kentucky, for the rest of his life, passing away there on November 9, 1921.
 
Charles and Mary Jane MACY remained in Kansas for several years where they resided near the community of Emporia in Lyon County.   They relocated to Newton County, Missouri, sometime between February of 1866 and October of 1868 along with their older surviving children.  Two additional children were born once the family established their new home in southwestern Missouri.
 
The nine children of Charles and Mary Jane MACY were:   Robert Taylor (1852-1866), Mary Eliza (1854-1854), Sarah Lydia (1855-1937), Nancy Elizabeth (1858 – 1922),  William Stephen (1862-1938), Martha Jane (1864-?), Rachel Frances (1866-1934), Charles Thomas (1868-1939), and Laura Isabel (1874-1947).
 
The seven children of Charles and Mary Jane MACY who reached maturity married the following individuals:  Sarah Lydia (William Nathan SPEARS), Nancy Elizabeth (John McNeal WHITE), William Stephen (Louella PRITCHARD), Martha Jane “Mattie” (William M. CRISWELL), Rachel Frances (1. Aiden (Arthur) E. EDSON, and 2. William E. O’CONNOR), Charles Thomas (Minnie A. HARGRAVES), and Laura Isabel (William E. CARUTHERS).
 
Charles and Mary Jane and their family lived in a rural area of Newton County, Missouri, that became known as “Belfast” in the 1880’s.   The name was chosen at random from a list of available names provided by the government to the local merchant who ran the store where the community’s first post office was to be located.
 
At one time my father’s double-cousin, Helen MACY PEARMAN, (their fathers were brothers and their mothers were sisters – like the earlier families of Charles and Jesse MACY) provided me with a few hand-written records from the old “Reding School” which later became known as the “Belfast School.”   It was the school that the children of Charles and Mary Jane MACY attended.  In those records it was stated that Charles was one of the directors of that rural school.  It also showed an account of expenditures in which he was paid a small sum for selling firewood to the school.
 
I have since misplaced that record, and those facts are drawn from memory.
 
CHARLES MACY passed away less than ten years after moving his family to southwest Missouri.  According to probate records in Newton County, he died on February 28, 1876, at the very young age of forty-five.  At the time of his death he had six children still living at home and one daughter, Sarah Lydia, who had married and moved out a little over a year before.  The baby of the family, Laura Isabel, was less than a year-and-a-half-old when her father died.
 
My father told me that Charles’s fate was actually unknown.  He said that a group of masked men broke into his and Mary Jane’s house and abducted Charles - and he was never heard from again.  That was right in the middle of the time that the Bald Knobbers and other vigilante groups were riding roughshod across southwest Missouri (1855-1889).  Some of the vigilantes were settling grudges left over from the Civil War, but Charles had been living in Kansas at the time of the war and had not served either side in uniform.  Some vigilantes, such as the Bald Knobbers, also considered themselves to be adjuncts to law enforcement who were helping to keep the peace.   And some of the night-riders were focused on correcting abusive husbands by taking them out and whipping them – or even worse.
 
Whatever the circumstances of Charles MACY’s death, Mary Jane was able to file a claim on his assets in probate court six months later on August 31, 1876.
 
One indicator that the abduction story may be true is that Mary Jane, who passed away in July of 1897 and is buried at New Salem Cemetery in rural Newton County, Missouri, seems to be resting alone.  There is a stone for her, but none for Charles.  (Although “Find a Grave’ on the internet states that he is buried there also.) Charles’s estate was meager, so perhaps Mary Jane did not have the resources to procure a tombstone for him.    Her children were all grown by the time she passed away and some of them  undoubtedly could have purchased her tombstone.  Or, perhaps the abduction story is true and his body was never found – and hence no burial – but enough people knew the truth about what really had happened to him (masked neighbor co-conspirators) that they convinced the Court to go ahead and settle his estate.
 
It’s a mystery!
 
When Charles MACY disappeared and/or died in February of 1876, he left behind an estate of personal property valued at $245.25.  In a handwritten inventory of his worldly goods dated August 31, 1876 and filed with the Court by his administrator, H.H. BAKER, the estate, excluding real property of a house and land, consisted of:
 
"Five head of hogs  (valued at $4.00 per head ($20.00), one hog ($8.00), one black two-year-old mare colt ($25.00), one bay two-year-old mare colt ($18.00), one black four-year-old mare colt ($12.00), one red and white spotted cow and calf ($25.00), one roan cow and calf ($25.00), one lined-back red heifer ($12.00), one yearling steer ($4.00) One six-year-old bay mare ($45.00), one wagon and harness ($20.00), farming implements ($10.00), five bushels of wheat at 80 cents per bushel ($4.00), Invoices as juror for two days in the Brittin case in June 1875 ($3.00), and invoices as juror in the Thomas Ashley case in February 1876 ($1.50) – for a total of $245.25."

 
The invoice was signed with the mark of Mary MACY and with the signature “A. Hays” as the witness.
 
There was no obituary recounting the life of Charles MACY, and his entire existence on this earth is summed up with census entries that showed his movements during life as well as the names of his parents, siblings, wife, and children, an inventory of personal effects that reflected what he had managed to accumulate during his forty-five years of existence, and dates entered into an old family Bible.   The details of his death are not a matter of public record, but I suspect that the abduction story that my father related, and which had been passed down through family members, is as close to an actual accounting of his death as will ever be known.
 
Perhaps the most fitting legacy for Charles MACY is that for a brief while he headed a family that was able to survive his passing and carry the family genetics across generations.  As far as I know, every MACY in southwest Missouri today, and there are many, are descendants of him and Mary Jane.
 
Rest in peace, Charles, wherever your bones may be.


Thursday, March 11, 2021

Guam Is Not a Foreign Country!


by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Marjorie Taylor Greene is a former internet conspiracy theorist who somehow managed to get herself elected to Congress from Georgia - as a Republican, of course.  Once she was sworn into office, Representative Greene continued behaving and speaking in such a manner that members of the House soon felt compelled the hold a vote that wound up stripping the freshman congresswoman of her committee assignments, a move which some feared would leave her with too much time on her hands.  Now she achieves a bit of running notoriety when she interrupts the business of the House each day that it is in session with a motion to adjourn, a parliamentary maneuver that temporarily halts activity in the House and is so annoying that  more than forty of her Republican colleagues voted against one of her recent motions to adjourn.

Representative Greene is neither legislating nor leading, but she is having a lot of fun playing the press with her bizarre statements and stunts.

Congress, for the most part, seems to be learning to ignore Congresswoman Greene, and the press is also not giving her as much ink as it once did.  But that does not mean that she has given up trying to be the center of attention.  Last week at the CPAC (Crackpots and Cranks) convention in Orlando, somebody handed her a microphone and the flamboyant verbal flamethrower began haranguing the audience about American foreign aid.  As she tried to incite the rubes, Ms. Greene bellowed:  "We believe our hard-earned tax dollars should just go for America, not for what?  China, Russia, Middle East, Guam, whatever, wherever!"

Social media immediately gave Ms. Greene a geography lesson and educated her on the fact that not only is Guam a "territory" of the United States, it has been for more than one hundred and twenty years when it was taken by our government as part of the spoils of the Spanish-American War.  Residents of Guam, including the native Chamoru population, are citizens of the United States by birth. 

Guam, which I have had the privilege of visiting on two occasions, may be four thousand miles the other side of Hawaii, but the small island still has the look and feel of America.  True, it is blessed with beautiful beaches and panoramic vistas at every turn in the road, and a drive around the entire perimeter of the island can be easily accomplished in two hours, but it also has many American hallmarks like large oceanfront hotels, a smorgasbord of dining options, movie theaters, a K-Mart, a Macy's, a Ross's. a US Naval base, and a US Air Force base.   All of that, in fact, and fresh mangoes that you can pick straight from the trees!

I would love to have the opportunity to visit Guam one more time, hike a tropical trail or two, walk along a few of its pristine beaches, and end the day by enjoying a beer and a burger while listening to the band at Jeff's Pirate Cove and watching the sun set majestically out in the Pacific Ocean.

It would be nice if more members of Congress could get out and see how big and diverse our country really is.  Maybe that would inspire them to roll up their sleeves and really go to work.for the people of the United States of America - and its territories - instead of just trying to adjourn and leave work early.

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

My Golden Jobs of Yesteryear


by Pa Rock
Reminiscer

Someone posted a query on Twitter two nights ago asking how much people were paid for their first jobs.  I responded back, almost automatically, that my first job paid 25 cents and hour, and I added that it was for working in a greenhouse.   Although I don't remember the exact time frame, it was a short-lived job in the spring, undoubtedly in the very early 1960's.

The greenhouse was next door to the school that I attended.  We had an open campus policy for lunch, which meant that students could leave and go home for lunch, or even to the drug store in town if they didn't want to eat in the cafeteria.  Meals in the cafeteria were twenty-five cents a day or $1.25 for the week - and an "extra" carton of milk was two cents, or a dime a week.  One day, after the school lunch but still within the allotted "lunch hour," I walked up the hill to the greenhouse and asked about a job.   A young couple had just bought the business from a family that had owned it for years, and the man surprised me by saying that they would try me out of Saturday for 25 cents an hour.

I only worked a few Saturdays, but I remember liking the work but not the environment.  It could be a warm day outside, but if it was cloudy, it would be cold inside of the greenhouse, and if it was sunny, though cool, outside, it would be sweltering inside under the glass roof.  The jobs that I did were always glamorous, like shoveling a big pile of dirt from one spot to another, and one Saturday I spent an entire day placing hundreds of little begonias into little pots.

But I was feeling some independence and making pocket change - barely!

I had been mowing lawns even before that, probably starting around the age of ten, and almost always for my parents.  When I was twelve or so a retired couple moved in across the highway from the cabin court that my parents owned.  The cabin court had a very large yard that kept me busy, but one day the retired lady, Mrs. Kratville, walked over and asked if I would mow their yard.  I agreed without talking money.  Their yard was not big or difficult, and when I finished the first mowing she handed me six dollars!  I was suddenly stinking rich!

I don't remember Mrs. Kratville's first name, if I ever knew it to begin with, but her husband was Milo and he called her Mama.  They had a large fur ball of a brown collie named "Mickey."  The family had moved to our area from someplace else just to retire and be near a river where they could fish whenever they wanted.  I didn't realize it at the time, but our family was their only friends in the area.  Milo died a year or so after my parents sold the cabin court and we moved to town.  I had never been to a funeral, and I told my parents that I wanted to attend his.  It was at the funeral parlor in my hometown, and my parents and I were the only ones there besides Mama Kratville.  She cried and hugged us and thanked us for coming.  My dad said later that if he had known no one would show up, he would have dragged some of his buddies in off of the street to attend - and they would have because Noel, Missouri, back then was that type of town.

Mama Kratville had been naturally upset when Milo passed away, but I heard that she was absolutely inconsolable when Mickey died not long afterwards.

The other memorable job that I had during my high school years was as the projectionist at the Ozark Theatre in Noel.  The theatre had five showings a week, usually a single feature and a cartoon that ran on Friday night, Saturday afternoon and night, and Sunday afternoon and night.  Not only did that job place me at the absolute center of the town's weekend social activity, it also paid an astounding $2.50 per shift.  After deductions I still made somewhere north of twenty-two dollars every two weeks.  That was serious money for this kid - and I got to see all of the movies free!

And now I'm retired - and back to making about a quarter an hour!

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Ol' Roy Blunt to Retire from Senate


by Pa Rock
Missouri Voter 

Missouri's senior United States Senator, Ol' Roy Blunt, surprised a few political prognosticators yesterday when he announced that he would not seek re-election to a third term in the Senate when his current term expires in 2022.   But many senate watchers and even some of the voters back home seemed to sense that Blunt was losing his edge as well as his interest in serving in the Senate, especially after it began its steady descent into the sewage of Trumpism.  Blunt is an old-school senator:  show up to work, avoid controversy, make strong political connections, and stuff your pockets.  Trump's slash-and-burn politics were not his style.

Roy Blunt has done very well for himself in the senate, establishing strong bonds with other senators that have served him and his state well over the years - and will likely continue to serve Blunt well once he leaves office.  Over the past several years almost every picture taken of then Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell featured Roy Blunt standing close-in behind him.  Right now it remains unclear whether McConnell will know how to navigate the corridors of the Capitol without Roy Blunt's hand on his ass.  Only time will tell.

Blunt, a member of GOP senate leadership through his role as Chairman of the Republican Policy Committee, also was featured prominently at Joe Biden's presidential inauguration this January due to his position of being the Chairman of the Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Ceremonies.

One news account that I read this morning said that Ol' Roy would be leaving Capitol Hill in 2022, but nothing could be further from the truth.   During his entire time in the Senate Roy Blunt has been as much (or more) of a de facto lobbyist as he has a senator.  When his seccessor takes the oath of office on a cold January day in 2023, Blunt may leave for a couple of hours to have a nice lunch with his lobbyist wife, Abigail Perlman, but that same afternoon he will be back in the Capitol lobbying his old colleagues in the interests of businesses which will now be openly paying for his connections.

(Abigail Perlman is recognized as one of the preeminent lobbyists in Washington, DC, and Blunt's three adult children are also lobbyists.  His family profits well off of the interactions between business and government.)

Although the Missouri state primary elections for 2022 are still seventeen months away, the state's political circuitry is already ablaze with speculation about who will run to succeed Roy Blunt in the Untied States Senate.  Former two-term Missouri US Senator Clair McCaskill, a Democrat who lost her seat to Josh Hawley two years ago, quickly announced that she would not run to fill Blunt's position - and added that she never planned to run for office again.   And Jason Kander, the young Democrat who almost defeated Blunt in the Trump Missouri landslide of 2016, also said that he would not be running to fill Ol' Roy's senate seat this time around.

But the Republican Party is a different story - because a bunch of those goobers appear to be chomping at the bit to get to where the graft and the grift are greener.  The state's former Republican governor, Eric Greitens, who resigned in disgrace following public revelations about sexcapades that he had with his hairdresser, was already threatening to primary Blunt before the senator's big announcement because Greitens felt Blunt was not submissive enough to Donald Trump.  The complete slate of GOP statewide office holders, with the exception of Governor Parson, also seem to be heading toward the starting gate. as are at least two of the state's six GOP members of congress, with some of the other four likely to jump into the race as well.

The next senator from Missouri is very likely to be decided in the state's GOP primary election a year from August - and because this Democratic voter wants to have some say in who represents him in the Senate, it is almost a certainty that I will be voting a Republican ballot in that primary - and I suspect that many other Missouri Democrats will as well.   We can always seek absolution by turning around and voting for the Democrat in November!

Good luck with your next career move, Roy - give 'em hell on K Street!

Monday, March 8, 2021

Monday's Poetry: "Four Ducks on a Pond"


by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator

I have a pond on my place.  It isn't much of a pond, but it is getting better.

When I first moved to The Roost, seven years ago this month, the "pond" was just a large mud hole in a nicely excavated depression in the ground.  It had a very big tree stump in its center with a small amount of water surrounding the stump.  The whole thing was concealed in tall grass and scattered brush beyond the area that the previous owners had seen fit to keep mowed.  There was also trash and beer cans scattered in the pond area.

Over the next few years I cleaned that area up and began mowing out beyond the pond so that it, in effect, became part of my very large backyard.  There was usually some water in what I loosely referred to as "the pond," but never much, and on several occasions it went completely dry.  On the other end of that spectrum, on days when we had prolonged periods of rain, the pond would completely fill and resembeled a small lake, a lake which would be gone after a day to two.

I struggled with what to do about this hole at the back edge of my yard.  I knew that the previous owners had spent several thousand dollars having the area graded and smoothed out like a large bowl, but the bowl still would not hold water.  I brought in a grader operator for an appraisal of the situation, and he replied that he could move the dirt around, but it still probably would not hold water.  He suggested that I fence the area and get a couple of hogs.  Hogs, he assured me, would seal a pond.

My son and I put up fence posts, but never got the fencing completed, mainly because I could not get enthusiastic about raising hogs.  Finally I took the fence posts down and regrouped.  The other common way to seal a pond was to use a pulverized clay called "bentonite," but to apply that in a manner that would work, I knew that the tree stump would have to come up.  Everyone had encouraged me not to mess with the tree stump because, if the pond ever did have enough water to support pond life, the roots of the stump would be a perfect place for the little fish to seek protection from the big fish.

But if it wasn't going to hold water, there would never be any fish.

A year ago last fall I decided to bite the bullet and do something.  I had my neighbor come over with his tractor and remove the stump -  and it came up with the reluctance of an aging tooth that did not want to be pulled!  Rex, my good neighbor, spent some time carefully smoothing out the base of the bowl where the tree stump had been for countless years.  After that, I began hauling in bags of bentonite and covering the scar where the stump had been.  Fortunately, as I tired of lugging the bags of bentonite around, my son stepped up and took an interest in the cause, and he worked for weeks at sealing the pond.

And the rains came - and it held water!

During the pond's first year it continually held water, more water than it had ever held before.  It also attracted young bullfrogs which seemed to have found it on their own.  Water lilies and aquatic plants began appearing and taking hold in the pond environment, and a few small fish that were native to the Ozarks were released into its welcoming waters.  Now the deer often meet at the pond at dawn and dusk, and tracks show that other creatures stop by for the occasional drink as well.

Yesterday morning, not long after dawn, I was walking the edge of the property, and when I got to the pond, two surprised wild ducks splashed themselves aloft and took flight.  Their day was off to a beautiful start, and so was mine!

Today's poetry selection is a simple verse entitled "Four Ducks on a Pond" by 19th century Irish poet, William Allingham.  It's a reminder of the simple joys of our youth as seen through the prism of age.


Four Ducks on a Pond
by William Allingham

Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing:
What a little thing
To remember for years - 
To remember with tears!

Sunday, March 7, 2021

Throupled with Children

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

A throuple is a committed polyamorous relationship involving three people which might, under the right circumstances, also be described as a menage a trois with wedding bands.  There was an article on CNN's homepage today discussing a throuple of (relatively) young medical professionals - all males - in San Diego who have been involved in lengthy legal proceedings trying to get each of their names on the birth certificates of their two young children.

The children, a little girl named Piper who was born in 2017, and a boy toddler by the name of Parker,  live in the day-to-day care of their three fathers - and all three dads are now the official legal parents of both children.  The kids were conceived with assistance from an out-of-state egg-donor and a pair of female surrogates,  Two of the fathers have been together eighteen years, and the third joined the union eight years ago.

It took a lot of legal effort, and no small amount of cash, but the three men, Alan, Jeremy, and Jenkins, are now permanent legal fixtures in the lives of their children.  They believe that they may be the first polyamorous family in California - and possibly in the United States - to be named as the legal parents of a child.

While it is possible that the children may suffer some degree of social intolerance as they grow up due to their unique family structure, the dads are hopeful that will not be the case - and they note that all of their colleagues and friends have been very accepting of their life-sharing arrangement.

The boundaries of what constitutes a family are expanding socially and legally, and Americans are opening their minds and their hearts to the new realities of family structures.

The more people in this country who love and care for children, the better the country will be.

Three dads?  No problem.  

Nor should it be!


Saturday, March 6, 2021

Kevin McCarthy Reads a Book!

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Republican politicians aren't typically thought of as consumers of great literature, and if a group of voters went looking for their local GOP chieftain, they probably wouldn't waste time searching through libraries or bookstores.  But there are times when literature can become relevant - even to Republicans.

A controversy involving books arose this week at the perfect moment for the GOP to grab onto it as a cultural wedge issue to detract from the personal and political successes of Joe Biden.

Earlier this week our nation, and particularly its schools, celebrated "Read Across America Day," a day designated to promote children's reading activities, and a day which also happens to be the birthday of Theodor Seuss Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss.  That special reading day is March 2nd.

But this year was a bit different than in the past.   Dr. Seuss Enterprises, the body that governs the legacy and publication of the Seuss books, announced that it would no longer be publishing six titles in the series, some of which went back more than ninety years, due to caricatures in the books that are deemed racist by today's standards.  Some libraries had already eliminated all or part of the Suess catalogue of books from their shelves, and eBay announced that it would no longer sell the six books highlighted by Dr. Seuss Enterprises on its auction platform.  (As a measure of public reaction, by mid-afternoon yesterday eight of Amazon's top ten sellers were Dr. Seuss titles.)

The six books which Dr. Seuss Enterprises will quit publishing are:  "And to Think that I Saw It on Mulberry Street," "If I Ran the Zoo," "McElligot's Pool," "On Beyond Zebra," Scrambled Eggs Super!", and "The Cat's Quizzer."  The cancellation statement said that those titles would no longer be published due to their "hurtful and wrong" character portrayals. 

Then the US Department of Education released its annual proclamation regarding "Read Across America Day," and failed to mention Dr. Seuss at all in its statement.

At that point Fox News and several Republican politicians began protesting the savagery of Democrats in "cancelling" poor Dr. Seuss!

Yesterday House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy waxed oratorical as he released a video of himself reading the Dr. Seuss classic "Green Eggs and Ham."  It's good to know that McCarthy, who has fallen into a miasma of insignificance while trying to appease both the Trump Camp and the Cheney Camp within his party, can still be counted on to slosh out the party slop when the need arises!

"Green Eggs and Ham" may not be "The Grapes of Wrath," but at least Kevin is reading something!

How long will it be before Republicans discover that the "Little Black Sambo" books are no longer in most elementary school libraries?   All hell will probably break loose when that happens!

Friday, March 5, 2021

Ancestor Archives: Samuel Lafayette Roark (1886-1918)


by Rocky Macy

(Background for this profile:
 
From September of 1987 until May of 1992 I wrote a genealogy column called “Rootbound in the Hills” which ran in several newspapers (seventeen at one time) in southwest Missouri, northwest Arkansas, and northeast Oklahoma.  On weeks when the mail was light, or when I just took a notion, I would write about various branches of my own family. In July of 1988 I received a letter regarding “Rootbound” and family history from a cousin of my mother, a woman that I had never met and who has since passed away.   
 
Cousin June ROARK JOHNSTON lived in Oklahoma City.  Her letter of July 5, 1988, introduced herself, noted that she was a first cousin of my mother, Ruby “Florine” SREAVES MACY who had passed away less than two years previously, and said that she had received copies of some of my “Rootbound” columns that dealt with the ROARK family from her and Mom’s mutual cousin, Sam NUNN of Seneca.  Cousin June said that Cousin Sam had told her that he thought I was planning on writing a column about her father, Samuel Lafayette ROARK.
 
At that time I knew almost nothing about Samuel Lafayette ROARK or his family, and had no plans to research his life.  In fact, though I have quoted Sam NUNN in this space on several occasions recently, I don’t think that I actually ever met him.  I’m sure that I sent June a nice, but noncommittal, reply.    Then I filed her letter away, only to have it surface thirty years later when I was sorting through my files researching her grandparents (and my great-grandparents), Samuel James and Nancy Anthaline (SCARBROUGH) ROARK.
 
As I began digging into the lives of Sam and Nancy ROARK, I also started finding some interesting nuggets about June’s father, and eventually came to the realization that Cousin June and Cousin Sam NUNN were still nudging me, from beyond the grave, to do some family research on June’s parents, a well educated and popular young couple who had each passed away when their only child was just an infant.  This time I decided to take that challenge!  
 
Today’s “Ancestor Archives” takes a break from my straight-line ancestor research and instead explores the lives of my maternal grand-uncle, Samuel Lafayette ROARK, and his wife, Bertha E. BAILEY ROARK, who were well known educators in southwest Missouri and northeast Oklahoma just a little over a century ago.)

 

Samuel Lafayette ROARK was born on November 30, 1886, at his parents’ home near the community of Hart in Buffalo Township of McDonald County, Missouri.   He passed away on December 7, 1918, at the very young age of thirty-two, in Pittsburg County, Oklahoma – probably in the city of McAlester.
 
Young Sam, who became known as "Fayette," would have been included in the 1890 census, but because almost all of those census records were lost in a fire, his first observable entry into the public record is the 1900 US Census.  At that time he would have been going on fourteen, although the census recorded his age as twelve.  His name was listed as “Saml. L. Roark.”  Also in the household at that time were siblings:  Lue C., John F., Robt. A., Nancy J., Lillie, Martha C., Claud S., and Mary M.
 
Fayette appears to have been a studious youth who didn’t aspire to spend the rest of his life following a mule and a plow.   After finishing the eight grades at the Hart two-room school near his home, he moved to the larger nearby community of Seneca, Missouri, for further schooling.  The newspaper column, “Hart Happenings” which ran in the “Pineville Democrat” on March 15, 1907, mentioned him twice:  

 

“Fayette Roark who has been attending school at Seneca has returned home.”

 

And, once he was back home, Fayette had to catch up with his friends.   A week later that same column carried a notice that he had spent Sunday at Jno. Cook’s.
 
Nearly two years later there was a mention of the young and increasingly independent young man in the “Neosho Daily Democrat” on March 26, 1909, which might have raised eyebrows a few generations later, but was just a mundane news item at the time.    It read:

 

“Fayette Roark of Seneca and J.W. Bennett of Fairview are registered at the Central Hotel.”

 

Soon after that Fayette’s circle of friends had expanded to include females as well as males.  This item ran in the renamed community column, “Hart Beats” in the May 21, 1909 issue of the “Pineville Democrat” newspaper on page five:

 

“Misses Della Williams and Orpha Pogue and Messrs. Will Cook and Fayette Roark spent Sunday at the Grand river railroad bridge.”

 

And, having enjoyed his spring break, a week later the same column in the May 28th issue of the “Pineville Democrat,” reported that Fayette was back at work in Seneca.  Although the nature of his job has been lost to time, it does seem that about this time he was pursuing an interest in education and teaching.
 
On March 26, 1910 the “Vinita Chieftan” newspaper out of Vinita, Oklahoma, reported on page three:

 

“Prof. and Mrs. Buckmaster and Fayette Roark came down from Seneca last night to attend the teachers’ convention.”

 

The 1910 census found Fayette back in Seneca where he was a 24-year-old boarder in the home of Pinson E. and Nancy J. Wiles, who were both in their seventies.   He was listed as “Lafayett Roark” and his occupation was given as a teacher.
 
Perhaps it was the trip to the teachers’ convention in Vinita in 1910 that introduced Fayette to the community that was to become his home for the next several years - as well as his final resting place.    Fayette ROARK was teaching in Vinita not long after that, and by November of 1914 he was one of 1,200 attendees at the Northeastern Oklahoma Education Association's convention in Muskogee.  According to an article on page one of the “Muskogee Times Democrat,”  “S.L. Roark of Vinita was elected President of the ‘Intermediate and Grammar’ section. “ Young Fayette was clearly an educator on the rise.
 
The following year Fayette, by then generally referred to as S.L. ROARK, had left Vinita and been employed as the Manual Arts (Industrial Education) instructor at the high school in McAlester, Oklahoma.     According to an article in the January 1916 issue of “Industrial Arts Magazine,” a national publication out of Milwaukee, Wisconsin,  S.L. Roark, the Director of Manual Arts for McAlester, Oklahoma, was one of four presenters from across the state to address the Manual Arts Section of the Oklahoma Educational Association at its state convention in Oklahoma City on November 26, 1915.   Director Roark gave a presentation entitled “Possibilities of Hand Tool Equipment. “    (A note in that article mentioned that more than eighty “men” were specializing in Manual Arts instruction in Oklahoma at that time.)
 
Less than a year after speaking at the Oklahoma Teachers’ Convention and being mentioned in a national publication, the upwardly mobile young Manual Arts teacher made a trip back to Vinita to marry his sweetheart, a teacher in that community named Bertha BAILEY.   By that time the former farm boy from Hart, Missouri, was being referred to as “Professor” ROARK.  
 
The marriage between Professor ROARK and Miss BAILEY took place the home of the Baptist minister in Vinita on a Saturday night (June 2, 1916), and the couple then boarded a train for their new home in McAlester.   The following article is from page one of the “Vinita Evening Sun-Herald” on June 5, 1916:

 

“Roark-Bailey Wedding”

 

“Prof. Samuel L. Roark and Miss Bertha Bailey were united in marriage Saturday night at 10 o’clock at the Baptist parsonage by Rev. W.E. Guy in the presence of about 40 of their relatives and intimate friends.

 

“Earnest Bailey, brother of the bride, acted as best man, and Miss Effie McDaniel was maid of honor.

 

“The ring ceremony was used.

 

“The happy couple left at once for the M.K. &T. depot followed by a host of their friends and plenty of rice.  They took the train at 10:39 for McAlester, where Prof. Roark is instructor in the manual training department of the high school, and where he is teaching manual training in the summer normal now.

 

“The groom is the son of Mr. and Mrs. J.L. Roark of Seneca, Mo., and was a resident of Vinita for five years during which he taught, first in the eighth grade and later had charge of the manual training course in the high school.

 

“Prof. Roark was also active in church work, and at the time of leaving here last fall for McAlester he was superintendent of the Baptist Sunday school.

 

“Miss Bailey is the daughter of Mrs. Julia Bailey of this city.  She has been a teacher in the Vinita schools for eight years, having had the fourth, fifth and sixth grades.  She, also, has been one of the most active workers in the Baptist church, having led the singing in both the Sunday school and church for several years.

 

“Among the beautiful presents was a cut glass ice tea set with coaster set and spoons presented by the B.Y.P.U.

 

“Both the bride and groom have won a large number of friends through their long association with the young folks of Vinita  and all join in wishing them much joy and happiness.”

 

The next time Fayette ROARK appeared in the public record was when he registered for the military draft in 1917 or early 1918.  At that time he was a resident of Pittsburg County, Oklahoma, where McAlester is located.  The draft registration stated that he was married and living at 526 E. Main (although the name of the town was not given on the form).   The draft registration listed his name as “Samul L. Roash."   His date of birth was correctly given as November 30, 1886, and the location of his birth as “Missouri.”   He was described as being of medium build and medium height with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
 
Fayette and Bertha were living in Greely, Colorado, in June of 1918 where he was possibly teaching at the Colorado State Teacher’s College for the summer.   (His wedding announcement in the Vinita newspaper had stated that in addition to teaching at the McAlester high School, Prof. ROARK also was teaching “manual training in the summer normal.”  At that time “normal” schools were places that trained people to teach in the public schools.  So it is possible, and perhaps even likely, that he had become a summer instructor at Colorado State Teacher’s College – which up until 1911 had been known as the State Normal School of Colorado.  Teaching at a “normal” or teacher’s college might also explain the use of the term “professor” in describing the young educator.)  
 
It was there, in Greely, on June 14, 1918, where Bertha gave birth to a daughter whom the couple named “Julia June.”  (That baby girl grew up to become June ROARK JOHNSTON, the cousin who wrote a letter to me seventy years later.)  The announcement of her birth ran on the front page of the “Vinita Evening Sun-Herald” three days after the big event:

 

“GIRL FOR S.L. ROARK’

 

“Word was received here this morning of the birth of a seven pound girl Friday, June 14 to Mr. and Mrs. S.L. Roark at Greely where Mr. Roark is teaching.  Mrs. Roark was formerly Miss Bertha Bailey who taught in the schools here, as did also Mr. Roark.”     

 

 

But the euphoria over a new baby did not last long.  Bertha was seriously ill soon after the birth of the baby, and the illness forced the fledgling family back to Vinita, Oklahoma, where she could be looked after by relatives in the home of her sister, Mrs. W.R. GILES.
 
Bertha passed away at the home of her sister in Vinita on September 2, 1918, less than three months after giving birth to her only child, Julia June.  Her obituary on page 7 of the “Vinita Leader” on September 5, 1918, had this to say about the popular former teacher from Vinita:

 

“DEATH OF MRS. S.L. ROARK”

 

“Mrs. S.L. Roark, nee Bertha Bailey, died Monday at the home of her sister, Mrs. W.R. Giles.  For some years Miss Bailey was a teacher and for some time taught in the Vinita schools.   Some time after her marriage to Mr. Roark, who is a teacher in the McAlester Schools, her health broke down and for some months she and her husband have been at Greely, Colo.  They returned only a few days since.    Mrs. Roark was popular and deserved it.  She was a consistent member of the Baptist Church and Rev. O.L. Smith came up to conduct the funeral service.  The funeral was held Tuesday at 10 o’clock from the Baptist church.   The family have the sympathy of a host of friends.”

 

Samuel Lafayette ROARK passed away three months and five days after his wife.  Sam died on December 7, 1918, in Pittsburg County, Oklahoma, probably in the city of McAlester.
 
At this point the cause of the deaths of Bertha and Fayette remain unclear, but Bertha’s death could have been related to the birth of the baby or perhaps post-partum depression, and Fayette’s death could have been tied to the emotional trauma of losing a spouse.  A more likely scenario for both deaths, however, could be the "Spanish" flu pandemic that was raging around the world in 1918-1920.  It is estimated that between 50 and 100 million people lost their lives to that pandemic worldwide, with at least 675,000 of those deaths occurring in the United States, and more than 7,500 of those happening in the state of Oklahoma.   Pittsburg County, Oklahoma, where Fayette was living after his wife died, created an emergency hospital to handle influenza cases at the First Presbyterian Church in October of 1918 - and there were 291 flu deaths in Pittsburg County that same month.
 
By the time of the 1920 census, little June was living with her grandparents, Sam and Nancy ROARK near Hart, Missouri, in the same farmhouse that had been the home to her father in his youth.  June remained in her grandmother’s care after her grandfather died in 1925, and when Grandmother Nanny ROARK passed away in 1935, June stayed on in the residence with her paternal uncle, Claude Smith ROARK.  She was still at that residence in 1940, but soon after that was out on her own.  Julia June ROARK STOKE-JOHNSON passed away on Sunday, November 5, 2006, and is buried in Oklahoma City, the place where she raised her family and the same city where her father had given a presentation to a group of educators more than ninety years earlier – a presentation that garnered a mention in a national education journal.
 
June outlived two husbands and two daughters.   According to her obituary, June was survived by a daughter and a son, five grandsons, one granddaughter, six great-grandsons, and four great-great granddaughters.  That’s a sizeable family for a woman who was an orphan – without siblings – when she was barely six-months-old.
 
That’s it, June.    I’ve done what I can to keep the memory of your parents alive.  Admittedly there are lots of holes in my brief narrative, but maybe it will help some of your descendants when they begin the process of learning more about the remarkable pair of educators who brought you into the world – and maybe some of them will come back and fill in the holes of this saga.
 
Give my best to Cousin Sam NUNN.  He did more during his ninety years on this earth to preserve the ROARK family history than all of the rest of us combined.  Sam NUNN was one of our family treasures – as were you – and as were Samuel Lafayette and Bertha (BAILEY) ROARK.
 
May you all be resting peacefully!


Thursday, March 4, 2021

Diapered Messiah Due to Return Today


by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Today is the day that the intellectual wing of the Republican Party, a group more commonly known as "Q-Anon," has prophesied that their Messiah, the man who was President before the job was stolen from him, will once again be sworn in as our nation's leader.    The Q folks are a little vague on how the job was stolen, and they aren't real clear on how their deposed leader will even get to Washington, DC, much less how he will manage to get through security and enter the White House and make his way to the Oval Office.

But with crackpots, hope springs eternal.  They just believe it will happen.

Belief is good for the economy.  That former President leases a government building close to the White House which he and his family have turned into a hotel.  That hotel has raised it rates - tripled them, actually - in anticipation that the rubes may come to Washington, DC, this week in order to watch their diapered messiah return to power.

And if a mysterious inauguration is not enough to fill all of those hotel rooms, why not mix in the drama of a possible second insurrection?  Yesterday Capitol Police warned Congress of a "possible plot to breach the Capitol by an identified militia group being planned for Thursday, March 4th."

Yikes, that's today! 

Maybe that last guy plans on rushing into the White House and barricading himself in the Oval Office while everyone is busy protecting the Capitol.  It may seem far-fetched, but remember, it comes from the minds of people who. believe secret Jewish long-range lasers started the California wild fires!

A century ago our nation was entering a period of national rejuvenation following a worldwide pandemic and catastrophic world war, a time that became known as "the roaring twenties."  A hundred years later we are again coming out of a worldwide pandemic and a prolonged period of international wars, but our national spirit is splintered and chaotic.  History may well remember the period we are now entering as the "insane twenties."  

In fact, we'll be lucky if that's all they call it.

So break out those tinfoil hats, pop that corn, and grab the remote.  It's going to be another one of those days!

Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Of Drills, and Ills, and Governors

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Yesterday I had been planning to write about COVID vaccinations and a couple of GOP governors, DeSantis of Florida and Noem of South Dakota, who seem to be furthering their own political ambitions by putting citizens in their states at higher risk of catching the deadly disease, but instead I got sidetracked by a pair of tornado warnings.  First my phone alarm went off stating that a tornado warning for my area was in effect, and then the community sirens began blaring.  The sky was blue and the day was sunny, so I snarled out a blog post about inept tornado forecasting - instead of grousing about inept COVID responses.

Not long after posting my morning shot of venom, a couple of kind souls let me know, very politely, that all of the tornado noise had just been a drill - apparently a multi-state affair.  It would be understandable if I was surprised by a local drill because I routinely ignore the local news, but being unaware of a multi-state drill is sort of embarrassing.  I must be spending too much time on Twitter!

So, to insure that I am never caught flat-footed again with a national weather drill, I have now added the National Weather Service (@NWS) to my Twitter feed.  I hope the NWS has a thick skin because I run with a rough Twitter crowd!

Here are some notes that I had ready for yesterday:

I received my second COVID shot this past Friday at my town's large and very well run COVID vaccination clinic.  Missouri's Republican governor, Mike Parson, who used to be the sheriff in a rural county, has taken a lot of guff over what appears to have been a deliberate push to get the vaccines into the rural areas first while letting the state's two very large (and racially and ethnically diverse) urban areas do without until their country cousins were served.   Some are even suggesting that racism may have been an underlying factor in how state officials chose to distribute the vaccine - a charge that Governor Parson, of course, denies.

I am grateful that I had the opportunity to get my shots as early as I did, and I am enraged for the people in St. Louis who had to drive 120 miles south to Cape Girardeau in order to get theirs. 

Ron DeSantis, the governor of Florida and Kristi Noem, the governor of South Dakota, both gave speeches at the right-wing CPAC hate-fest in Orlando last week, and both touted their resistance to the federal efforts to control the spread of the coronavirus.  Noem bragged that her state had never closed down anything during he pandemic, but she failed to mention that South Dakota's COVID infection rate was, per capita, one of the highest in the nation.  CPAC roared its approval of these two rebellious governors who refused to be controlled by a deadly disease or federal guidelines.

Texas governor Greg Abbott was apparently paying attention to the noise coming out of CPAC.  Two weeks ago his state was paralyzed by winter weather and an ineffective state-designed-and-run power grid, and had to go hat-in-hand to the federal government and ask for emergency assistance - which President Biden quickly provided.  But now the heat is back on and Governor Abbott is once again feeling his cantankerous oats.  Yesterday he announced that he was ending the COVID mask mandate across the entire state - even though Biden had asked all Americans to wear masks during the first one hundred days of his administration.    Abbott also announced the end of all COVID-related business closures in Texas.

Gregg Abbott apparently feels that the federal government should stand ready to help his state when it is in crisis, even a crisis of its own making, but when times are good Texas should run its own damned affairs and to hell with what Washington, DC, wants!

Texas NEEDS Beto O'Rourke as its next governor!

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Blue Skies, Nothing but Blue Skies Do I See

by Pa Rock
Farmer in Winter

Two weeks ago it was bitter cold and snowing.  Last week the snow was melting - and this morning I'm staring out of the living room window looking at clear blue skies and wondering why the National Weather Service issued a tornado warning for this area twenty minutes ago.  My phone alarm went off, and by the time it settled down, the city sirens were blowing.  We were under a fifteen minute WARNING from 10:00 a.m. until 10:15 a.m.  Rosie and I went out on the back porch just to see if we were missing something, but the sky remained blue, horizon to horizon, and there was only the slightest breeze passing through the tall pines that guard my house.

I have a basement and will use it when the weather situation appears to be dire,  but even with the alarms, today just did not seem to justify the effort of grabbing snacks, water, and a couple of good books and heading downstairs - not to mention to whole drama of waking Riley up and convincing him to go downstairs with us.  So I remained seated in front of the window, staring out at the blue skies.

Now forty minutes have passed, and all we had for our trouble was the sound of alarms without the fury of weather. I was hoping at the very least to have some strong winds blow by and move my leftover autumn leaves on down the road.

But today the only things blowing were the alarms!

Monday, March 1, 2021

The Lyin' King Roars at CPAC

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Ever since the last guy to occupy the White House and his escort official entourage flew off to Florida on January 20th and the Biden's had the White House fumigated before moving their things in, I have tried to look forward and forget about the four years that our country spent mired in hate and ignorance.  But January has slipped quietly into March and the the American right-wing milieu of angry white bigots, homophobes, misogynists, gun-humpers, and Bible thumpers are slowly beginning to emerge from hibernation.

The past few days have witnessed the annual American Nazi Home and Garden Show, better known as the Conservative Political Action Conference - or CPAC.  This conference is where the extreme right-wing of the Republican Party pays careful attention to the absolute worst of what the party has to offer in the way of national candidates, and then tries muster enthusiasm for the worst of the worst as they begin the long slog toward the presidency.

People who have a desire to be movers and shakers at the national level of GOP politics normally rush to the CPAC conventions where they speak, hobnob, and try to build alliances.

The keynote speaker took the stage yesterday.  The last guy to serve in the White House - before Biden - leaned onto the podium and talked for an hour-and-a-half.  He ranted and roared and lied about the Biden administration for much of his time at the podium, declaring among other things that this replacement in the White House had already proven to be disastrous in many areas because his policies differed from his predecessor.  He also took verbal potshots at the few Republicans who had the courage to support the impeachment efforts that were launched against him while he served in the White House.

After that guy finally gave up the podium, the conference held its famous secret-ballot straw poll to see who the attendees preferred to see run as the GOP candidate for President in 2024.  In the first poll, the guy who had been in the White House took 55% of the vote, a clear majority yet somewhat short of a mandate from God.  He was trailed by Florida Governor Ron DeSantis who had 21% of the vote and South Dakota Governor Kristi Noem who garnered four percent.  Further down in the rankings were Texas Senator Ted Cruz who had two percent, former Vice President Mike Pence who, although he faithfully polished the last guy's golfing shoes for four years, only managed to get 1% of the secret ballot votes, and Senator Josh Hawley, whom Forbes Magazine labeled as being a Republican from Mississippi, also only managed to scrape 1% of the vote off of the soles of his own shoes.

Then the conference took another straw poll to see how the candidates fared if that last guy to serve in the White House was eliminated.  Governor DeSantis of Florida, the "host" of the Orlando conference, won that one with 43 percent.  Kristi Noem of South Dakota followed him at 11 percent and third was the last guy's son, Junior, who polled eight percent.  Following Junior were former Secretary of State Mike Pompeo at 7% and Texas Senator Ted Cruz, also at seven percent.  (How humiliating, Ted, to be beaten by Junior.  But at least you managed a win over his sister, Ivanka, who got 3% of the votes.)

Fortunately for people like Ted and Josh, the CPAC straw poll is not an important factor in the very long US presidential selection process.  First, it always focuses on a non-diverse field of candidates who all tend to strongly resemble and sound like each other, and second it is generally always wrong.  Mitt Romney has won it four times, and Rand Paul has been victorious three.

I'm glad the American Fascists were able to have their party and worship their Golden Idol, but now the party's over - and the evil, forbidding shadow of the last guy still looms large over the land.   Republicans know they can't win with that guy, but can they win without him?

Maybe while they are off wrestling over the soul of their party, America will have an opportunity to begin healing the many injuries that were inflicted upon our nation by the last guy who lived in the White House.  And maybe now that we have looked fascism squarely in the face and smelled its foul breath, we will have the memory and the strength to never again be drawn into its cesspool of hate and rancor. 

America defeated that other guy, and now we must be ever vigilant in insuring that he and his ilk stay defeated.  Democracy is the key.  When people are allowed to vote, and encouraged to vote, decency prevails and humanity wins - and when people like that other guy slither into power, when good people fail to vote, civilization rolls backward.

Forward, America, forward!