There have been more robberies in the area. One business was broken into twice in one week. Another business had their air conditioning unit stolen. Then Friday, November 19, 2010, a bomb threat was called in to the post office. Every law enforcement official converged at the post office, while the robbers robbed a local bank three blocks away by the interstate and got away scot free. Pretty slick. It’s hard to have faith in law enforcement in this county.
In the meantime, I have installed a security system on the roof of the RV.
Jackie: "Seven o'clock and all's well!"
Jackie: "What's that you say? My shift is over already? Why, the time just flew by!"
"This is the best job ever!"
"Why, no, I DON'T know how those new rips got into the awning."
Man's work is from sun to sun. Woman's work is never done.
Jackie: "If this gig doesn't work out, I'm joining the circus."
Jackie: "I can hear the applause now. Ladies & gentlemen, children of all ages, I present to you... the fabulous... JACKIE the MAGNIFICIENT, who has just returned from an engagement with the Royal Swamped! Plantation and Awning Repair Service!"
My aunt wrote this letter to me less than a week before I got married. I have subtly edited the letter; perhaps you did not notice the editing due to the careful nature of my craft.
My uncle Jim died about one week later while I was on my honeymoon.
A missing puzzle piece has been located here at the International RV and CatSnip Facility Archives. This newspaper clipping links to an earlier post about Anna Mae Palmer and Wilbur Harrison Jacobs. I couldn’t figure out why my mother would save the pictures and newspaper clipping, and now I have the answer. She was friends with the bride and served at her wedding reception.
Here I find among my mother’s things, this picture and two newspaper clippings. I suppose these could have been made in the 1940’s. The back of the picture says, in my mother’s writing, “Anna Mae Palmer & Wilbur Jacobs at their wedding in her home.” No date.
The newspaper announcement of Anna Mae Palmer and Wilbur Harrison Jacobs.
I did a quick search on superpages.com and found that a Wilbur H. Jacobs lives on Palmer Drive, still in LC.
I don’t even know who these people are. I thought that I grew up in a little town, but I’m finding out there’s much I don’t know about my home. I don’t remember that my mother ever mentioned these people, yet she saved these newspaper clippings and the photo. So many mysteries.
Hmmm, what should I do with these items? Perhaps send them on to Lenoir City? What would you think if an unknown person sent you something from your past, like a little time capsule?
There are foul robbers afoot. People are taking my photos about Lenoir City and posting them to FaceBook without giving me credit. And worse, they have digitally altered them. With that in mind, and in consideration of the photo robbers, here’s an article about the Lenoir Car Works, which made not automobiles, but railroad cars. Maybe I’ve already posted this article. Serves those robbers right, they have to eat leftovers.
I received a donation of quite a few bags of cat food from Maranatha Farm, including most of a case of canned Science Diet cat food. The cans were handy, so I used a can of this healthy, nutritious, scientific food for baiting the trap.
The cats weren’t having it. No one went in the trap, except one clever cat who ate most of the food and left, WITHOUT triggering the trap. Bad little cats.
Finally, on Thursday night, I tried a different bait. I checked the trap up until midnight. Nothing. So I left them to their own devices, confident that I’d at least catch a possum by the next morning.
Friday morning was cold as I went into the woods to check the trap. I’d put the trap on the feeding station by the automatic feeders so the trapped little darling wouldn’t be cold on the ground all night. I approached the trap and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Nothing. The trap had never been sprung. The food had not been touched. So I left it, made my way to work, then went home at lunch to check it.
Bingo!
Here's Waldo.
He’s one of the kittens that has been feeding at the station with their mother!
Mr. Waldo has now been neutered, vaccinated, ear-tipped, and has gone back to live in the woods here at the Swamped! Plantation & CatsNip Facility.
When I was a little girl, I loved the TV show “Rawhide”. I decided that my father looked like the star of the show, if I tipped my head to one side and squinted my eyes really hard. Perhaps that was the start of my interest in videography and horseflesh.
Donkey Ho-tey will be traveling soon to Gastonia, NC, to his new home, along with Jammer and Mare. I will be so sad to see them go, but so glad that we had something to do with getting Don out of a crummy situation. Karen at Maranatha Farm was the link that got him out of Garnett and into a foster home. She sends out email updates frequently about what’s going on in her rescue world, and I’ve cut and pasted a section from a recent newsletter which you will find below in italics. The following photo is one that I just made on Wednesday, November 10, 2010.
“Donkey Hoetie”, “Jammer” and the “Blind Mare” are another step closer to their new home. We had the vet to the Beckett farm Tuesday afternoon to give the horses their Coggins tests and vaccines. As soon as he gets the results back on the Coggins tests we will be able to set a transport date.
“Jammer” is such a big horse he cannot get inside the shelter in his pasture, nor has he had any shelter for the past two winters that I know of. Horses can deal with rain and they can deal with cold, but it’s not right to subject them to standing in cold rain. Thus the sense of urgency we all have in wanting to get this little group to their new Forever Home. The vet said the Becketts have done a good job medicating the infection in “Jammer’s” eye and it appears to be cleared up. They are continuing the antibiotic drops four times a day just to make sure.
Jim Beckett tells me the pinto “Blind Mare” can feel her way into her barn stall. With a companion horse or on a lead line she is ride-able. “Jammer” could carry a medieval jousting knight.
“Donkey Hoetie” is looking very good. He is all healed up and haired over except for one long scar the outside length of one of his front legs. We speculate that is from when he was dragged. Sometimes the scar cracks and bleeds a little, so keeping a softening ointment on it helps. I like the blue equine gel because that keeps flies and infection away as well.
We will get lots of pictures of the big day when Lance and Dara Morikawa come to get the three and take them to Gastonia. Now is the time for me to get serious about learning how to use the video camera.
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Now here’s a little video of my own made on Wednesday, November 10, 2010.
On Wednesday, November 10, 2010, Sugar and I drove along a path that went to the river. It was a former railway line that went through the marsh and across the river. This section was made into a fishing pier which burned in the 1980’s. What’s left is a picturesque haven for birds.
You can read more about this section here on page 7, number 10, Big Trestle Park.
This shot was taken with maximum zoom on the little ordinary camera. Sugar seems to think that these birds are some sort of an Anhinga. I thought he was saying the birds were a type of "A Nanheenguh", which might amuse you birdy types.
For those of you interested in the early Germans in the Cape Fear area, this bulletin that Sugar purchased from a book collector is very informative. For those of you genealogists researching the surname “Fussell”, a Mrs. Fussell was the subscriber to the bulletin.
Enjoy! (And click on the image to enlarge. Click again to enlarge once again.)
Today I pulled in the parking lot at work about 8:28 AM. It was hard to find a spot, what with all the police cars. There had been a break-in at 7:34. The police say they got there by 7:36, and the robbers were gone. All the drawers in the front office were pulled out, and the robbers made of with a roll of quarters and maybe $4 in loose change. The blaring alarm system apparently sent the robbers on their way, because nothing else was missing. No drugs, no dog biscuits, and no lobby magazines were gone.
We alerted the liquor store in case someone shows up trying to buy some Aristocrat with a roll of quarters.
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