On Veteran’s Day, we locked up the office about 11 AM and headed over to the memorial unveiling of the new Veterans Park. The Marine band was there, and these photos are taken from the back of the band.
Archive for November, 2011
Veterans Park
November 19, 2011Everybody’s Got One
November 12, 2011Everybody’s got one. Or two. Or more.
Dirty little secrets. We’ve all got something that we wouldn’t want to tell, at least right now. Maybe someday, but definitely not now.
And what do you do when you know someone else’s dirty little secret? Keep it? Tell it? Blog about it?
I lived in an area, right before moving to my little town, where there was a booming economy about ten years ago. Lots of new people moved into the area for work and a new opportunity. I learned over time that people might be a new situation, but they have generally packed up their problems and their problematic personalities and transported them right along to their new situation where they proceeded to repeat history. We all have personal issues that we can’t, or won’t, change.
Here’s one for you. When we moved to this area in 2001, I was married with a child in her first year of college and another child in his first year of high school. One year later, my husband of 23 years packed his things and left in 45 minutes. It was three weeks before April 15, and we hadn’t finished our tax return for 2001, and I pulled myself together enough to start gathering information for the tax return. Over the course of several weeks, I found disturbing information in the files. The checking account when he left had $321 in it. The money in the college fund for the children only had $3000 in it. All the savings accounts were gone. He had cashed in two life insurance policies. He had also obtained a loan from the bank that was being repaid from automatic draft from our checking account, the one that had $321 in it. He had gotten a credit card in my name, charged a bit on it, and never paid on it, and that showed up as a charged-off account on my credit report. He had charged a Christmas gift for his father on a Sears credit card, and never paid the bill. I found checks written on his business account for large sums of money, $8000, $3000, etc., and the checks were written not to himself or another person, but they were written to the bank and he cashed them. No paper trail.
Fast forward to 2009. I was working for a veterinarian, having moved home and job to my little town. The vet had been acting distracted and erratic for months. He couldn’t concentrate on anything. One day his wife and their 4 little children came to the practice, an air of anticipation hanging about all of them, although no one said anything. No one, until the oldest little child, about 5 years old, said to me when no one else was around, “Have you heard? We’re moving to Myrtle Beach!” I said, “Good for you! You’re going to have a good time!” And waited to have a good time with this myself, for Myrtle Beach was not less than three hours away, and it would appear that the vet wouldn’t be commuting.
It’s a small practice, and the only other person besides the vet and myself was a woman who by her own admission has anxiety issues and should be on medication but cannot afford it. That night, I mentioned what I had heard to Sugar, and while we were still talking on the phone, I did a simple search for “vet practices for sale in SC”. And there it was, right there online. The very place where I worked was for sale, and had been for some time.
After a few days went by, I told my office-mate that I needed to tell her something and that we were going to have fun with the information. She did have a little anxiety attack, but she held it together even though she was in denial, and I showed her the website that listed the practice for sale. It was clear that something was afoot, but at least we knew about it and would not be caught unawares.
One day, the vet, as usual distracted, left the office, and thus, left his computer, which was also the server. My office-mate had reason to use the server and found on the monitor displayed a sales agreement between the vet and a buyer. I copied the buyer’s name and did a search later that night at home. I did not like what I found. It seems that the buyer, who was also a veterinarian, had been disciplined by the state veterinary board in another state in the early 1990’s.
The sale went through, and the new folks took over in early 2010. I started using another vet in the area for serious medical needs for my animals. My employer does not know this, and I’d say he’d let me go if he knew of it. He doesn’t know that I know his history, and indeed, it seems that people do not change, they just pack up their issues and move on.
Ringworm! Or, Thankyouverymuch.
November 8, 2011I’ve taken care of plenty of stray cats, kits, dogs, and puppies, and I’ve never gotten ringworm. I laugh in the face of ringworm. Until now.
We were boarding a four-week-old kitten at the grooming and boarding business. She had the worst case of ringworm I’d ever seen, and she was kind enough to share it.
February 27, 1881 – Letter from Andrew Jackson Rhea to son William F. “Dock” Rhea
November 4, 2011Here’s the second, and last letter, that I have from A. J. Rhea to his son William F. “Dock” Rhea. The letter is written from A. J.’s home in Ellejoy, Blount Count, Tennessee, to Arkansas. When I first received these letters, I thought that they were written by the mother, Rebecca Johnson Rhea. I was surprised to see that they were written by the father A. J. Rhea, because they seemed so full of melancholy and affection, and I did not attribute those emotions to him, although I know nothing of him except these letters and what I have found on www.ancestry.com.
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Ellejoy, E. Tenn.
February 27, 1881
Dear Son and Dauter, it is with plasure that I seat my Self to ancer your kind letter that came to han safe and was gladly reseved I was vere glad to here that you was all well this leves us all in moderate helth accept Ma, her helth is not good Well Dock I have nothing of much intrust to write you Wee air not dooing vere much towards fairming Me and Jack has soaed 1200 casks of oats and wee air goind to Sow Clover one thee same our wheat looks fine I am going to sow a fue more oats next Weak I have got all fo that peace of groun between the barn and the lane cleared ok and I going to pit it in corn this yeare I cleared it my Self and it is fine Wee have not mad ene garden yet. Well Dock the recurnt A arued Jonc Sone of Willoum Johonson is marred to Jane Davis Crafes dautter they air living at oll biler’s home harmon is debt Sherf Magis Ben Cuningham is County Court Clerk Well I would like very well to bee over there to helpe you and van (Dock’s son) kill them deere and turkey I dont think that I would lose my cap (next word off the page) that is just as good a prufe as I want that you had the buck eager Jack sais fo me to ask you if you new when you pulled the triger and if you air serten that you had the gun towords the deer he wonts to no is you did not shake Jack wants you to know that Hettie had a Nother boy.
Mr. Jo Gambell Mats father has bin verer sick but is better the relation on both sides is Well as far as I now Huse Pickens is not well yet Well Dock I have got frank yet holt has ofered me 115 dolers for his but he nor no othere man gets him for les than 125
Well Dock I ont you to Write mo and tell me how you air getting along and What kind of a boy you have got and What kind of Stock you have pleas give me all the news that you can for it is A hepe of plasure for me to here from you I got a letter from Jo he is Still working with Clark he was well and semed to bee do verer well his ofese is McKinney Colens Co Tex Ma sas kiss thim childeren for her and me and dont let them forget us Ma has a bout 20 henes and the have not laed nerey egg this winter Wee have 18 hed of shepe and 35 lams Wee have not mad ene garden yet Wee have not brok a furo for corn yet Jack sas write to him and he will kill you a bird John Bolen tal Jo that you were offoing him 20 cts and he payed it and Jack sais that it was for them suspenders that he made you a presents of Well I mus close for this tim ples write some an dont delay Your father and Mother / A. J. Rhea an Rebeca Rhea to W. F. Rhea an Mattie
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Martha “Mattie” Gamble Rhea’s father was Josias Gamble, the sick person referred to as “Mr. Jo Gambell”. He was my g-g-g-grandfather, and he died not long after this letter was written.
Jack is Andrew Jackson Rhea’s next-youngest son, Jackson B. Rhea. The youngest son was Joseph W. Rhea, so I’ll have to do some research on him in Texas.
Now y’all go call your mother.