The past is the present for future generations who do not know their history


It is a southern saying that “It is a rich man’s war…

but a poor man’s fight.” That seems to bear out as truth in most, if not all, wars that our nation has been involved in. The north has always tried to beat the south down by saying that the War for Southern Independence was about slavery. Hogwash.

The writings of the soldiers of the south that I have been privileged to read all make such an assertion into hogwash. Slavery was only introduced into the war at the behest of Abraham Lincoln at a point in the long and weary war that he seemed to be on the brink of losing his cause. Additionally, it was initiated at the point when his soldiers were weary of the fight, and were not willing to fight any longer. Even the textbooks list Abraham Lincoln has the 16th President which is false as far as the south is concerned. Abraham Lincoln was never President of the states who seceded, which included Alabama. The President at that time and place was Jefferson Davis. They are so persistent in changing our history. But the rebels have been a little stronger in not allowing that to happen, yet.

The War for Southern Independence, or the Civil War as Yankees call it, caused a lot of loss of life and treasure, but it was fought over taxes. Mrs. Maness, a history professor – the best history professor, at the University of North Alabama taught about the era of history of that time. A test question that was more often missed was what caused the Civil War. The indoctrinated answer who be ‘slavery’ and that answer would have been wrong. The soldiers of the south would almost with one hundred percent agreement also state that ‘state’s rights’ were an even stronger reason that tied into the ‘taxes’ prompt.

Below is an article from a newspaper that spells this out as clearly as could be explained.

confederate letter


You see, the folks of the south knew a thing or two about government, and they never trusted the gubment from the gitgo. And each and everyone of them knew that every war was started by and for the rich, and the poor man was the soldier risking his guts and glory. The southerns also knew a thing or two about different forms of government, especially since about a hundred years earlier their fathers had fought against King George over a surtax placed on their one indulgence, tea. That started the battle for independence from an oppressive government and they would not stand for that every again.

Forms of Government are much easier to understand than the international globalists would want you to believe. THEY try to distract you from the IMPORTANT issues with celebrity gossip and NON-issues. The Truth remains simple; the difference is simply WHO or WHAT “rules”.

The USA is a “Constitutional Republic”, which is the most FREE and secure form of government. Historically, Republics have been downgraded to greedy democracies, hostile anarchies, and are finally ruled by dictators under an oligarchy.

Anarchy: Chaos; Ruled by Nobody

Republic: Rule of Law; Constitution

Democracy: Majority Rules

Oligarchy: Ruled by Elite Group

Monarchy: Ruled by King or Queen

We have been lied to…

English: Clint Eastwood at the 2008 Cannes Fil...

about how this nation got started. We have been lied to about the meaning and the foundation of the separation of church and state. We have been lied to about how religious our Presidents and leaders who were among our Founding Fathers and first leaders were; they were both  religious and statesmen. But the two least religious of all those are the ones that the history books and media always point out.  Are you aware that the Democrats removed ‘God’ from their platform for their ongoing convention? I implore people to not follow false gods who provide snippets of information based on ideologies that are not the least bit kin to religion, or history, or our heritage; always delay judgment until you have the facts from an original source. David Barton is one who has the history down pat because he learned it from original sources; he owns many of the original sources. Here is an eight minute video for just a taste of real history from original documents that have been so misconstrued in the history books and by media that you would have a hard time recognizing them.!

On my facebook community, I have been joyous over he who MADE MY DAY. But some people have tried to dampen that enthusiasm. Lanette commented she thought the empty chair was “silly.” Susan made the comment as follows, “I can’t believe he even did that-I just don’t find any humor in anyone talking to an empty chair.” Another comment was by Kathleen who stated, “it was a joke… just like the conventions.” I guess they failed to see the import of such an important event. For it was not all about humor, although it was hilarious. It was not all about an empty chair, which well you know. It was not at all about Clint Eastwood, but he was the perfect one to deliver it for he represents all that is good and cowboy and honest about our country. He wears a white hat. He gets it. He did not need the money. He did not need the fame.  He did not need to promote any product or movie. He is a true red-blooded American with a patriot’s heart. And, ohhh, it meant so much more than it seems some people could ever realize. He Eastwooded the incumbent. There is no one else who could have done a more perfect job. But, he also sent a message of great import…all the way to China, as Rubio sent a message of great import all the way to Russia. HE WEARS A WHITE HAT.

Below I have copied and pasted the text of an article that will explain it better than I ever could. THE EMPTY CHAIR WAS THAT IMPORTANT SO DO NOT SAY THAT YOU DID NOT KNOW AFTER NOVEMBER AND YOU VOTE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF HISTORY:

Clint Eastwood, Empty Chair, Obama, Foreign Policy, China

The Medium is the Message, Cowboy

– Erik Rush & Jim Garrow  Monday, September 3, 2012
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American political news junkies and observers have been having a great time with the speech given by legendary film star and director Clint Eastwood at the Republican National Convention on August 30. As one might expect, most Republicans and conservatives found it to be a stellar and straightforward indictment of American president Barack Obama.

The “empty chair” routine set the stage for months of jokes (at least), and references for years to come. The liberal press of course couldn’t react with anything more than dry, impotent rage, asserting that the American icon had somehow debased himself by publicly associating with the gang of racists, homophobes, and woman-haters that is the Republican Party.

Some thought that Eastwood’s oratory was perhaps a little unusual and more thoughtful than one might expect from the celebrated tough guy, but it contained much more of a challenge than viewers realized. So much, in fact, that President Obama himself saw fit to personally respond to this private citizen simply speaking his mind, posting an acerbic retort on the social media site Twitter the next day.

This was only one of many breaks from presidential decorum that Obama has executed; unfortunately, it could not have done anything but exacerbate the poor perception held for him by certain parties abroad. We’ll get to that presently.

Remember when you were in school, learning about metaphors and similes and things of that nature, and trying to keep them all straight for the quizzes and exams?

Well, have we got a metaphor for you…

As one would – or should – surmise, events at political conventions are carefully choreographed, often scripted, and delivered with the precision of a Broadway revue (to be fair, the Democrat National Convention of 2008 was probably one of the most well-executed to date). This year’s GOP convention was no different. Clint Eastwood hasn’t become a living legend because he’s a crappy actor, and the challenge he put forth that night wasn’t for Obama alone.

The American people may be more concerned with the upcoming presidential election than the intricacies of policies in China, but there are two reasons that such issues ought to be of at least passing concern to those who would like to consider themselves informed. One is that – largely owing to economic factors, threats to the economic and political stability of China now have the potential for repercussions worldwide. As the authors detailed previously in this space, this is indeed being directly threatened at present.

The other is this: The leaders of the free world, and those who aspire to be, are very concerned about China. You can take that, as they say, to the bank. It was no accident that certain individuals who spoke at the GOP convention were present, spoke as they did, and in the order in which they spoke. This has to do with an understanding of the Chinese perspective that few Westerners have. One does not have to move to China and immerse themselves in Chinese culture to acquire such an understanding (although it might help); suffice to say that it is a much more straightforward, common-sense view of the world than those in the West have been taught (by elitist politicians and journalists) to expect.

Likely Republican voters may have presumed that former Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice was at the convention solely because she is a black woman who has ascended to great heights in the corridors of power, particularly since the GOP is routinely excoriated pertaining to issues of race. They may have overlooked that America’s last President relied on Rice’s titanic intellect and understanding in the area of foreign policy (think China). The fact that Senator Marco Rubio’s parents escaped from a communist country may have gone unnoticed as well by the crowd at the convention and television viewers, too focused on his youth, good looks, and general popularity in the Party. They couldn’t miss the reference directed at Putin and Russia, however.

So there is no reason to expect that they would know why Clint Eastwood was speaking to an empty chair. The message delivered by America’s most famous “cowboy” and standard-setting action hero was sheer brilliance and offers hope that GOP nominee Mitt Romney and his advisers are well aware of the threat China poses, and were not afraid to send a message that was very obvious to the Chinese.

Eastwood’s “empty chair” routine was done in the style of “crosstalk,” a wildly famous comedic art in China

Eastwood’s “empty chair” routine was done in the style of “crosstalk,” a wildly famous comedic art in China. This was used in a singularly brilliant way by Clint Eastwood to skewer Obama on major policy issues. It is the proper Chinese way to “diss” an opponent. So a clear message was definitely being sent to China under the radar. The message was simple, subtle and very, very strong: This new President will keep his promises and is no fool about what is going on in international affairs.

This would tend to imply that the Chinese view President Obama as a fool – but we’re much more than implying this. Why, some might ask, would the Chinese not admire Obama, someone who has actualized decades of Marxist aspirations in America? Wouldn’t they consider him to be ideologically kindred?

Quite the opposite. In the eyes of the Chinese, from the Central Committee, to the farmer with a tiny television in his shack, Barack Obama is a traitor to his country, and they cannot respect that – no matter how ideologically aligned with them he thinks he is. Obviously, people in the US aren’t aware of this, since most rank-and-file American journalists and even news bureau chiefs don’t know, and wouldn’t report on it if they did.

When Obama greeted Chinese President Hu Jintao with a bow, it was not taken as courtesy or even deference; it was taken as surrender, like a submissive mongrel exposing his belly to an alpha dog. With a flourish of contrition and apologies, Obama traveled the globe in 2009, attempting to reconcile America’s slights toward all the workers and little brown people of the world. The leader of the most powerful nation on the planet behaving as such was considered piteous and laughable by the Chinese. So, Obama is a traitor and a buffoon.

World Apology Tour has engendered nothing but ridicule on the part of the Chinese

Intellectually, of course they can understand how his Marxist bent has driven him to sabotage every aspect of America’s machinery, but this doesn’t engender respect. Everything he has done since the World Apology Tour has engendered nothing but ridicule on the part of the Chinese. The photos of Obama bicycling with his family, for example, played all over China as that of the quintessential boob, like a black Pee-Wee Herman blithely pedaling into hell. His ceremonial first pitch at a baseball game in St Louis, Missouri in July 2009 (among other things) helped to reinforce this image.

While the American press thought they were scoring points against former President Bush by calling him a “cowboy,” this actually helped to build up his image in China. The Chinese can relate to and respect the cowboy, someone who deals squarely and fairly with you, but will have no problem taking you down if you cross them. Kind of like Clint Eastwood’s characters. They cannot relate to or respect a petulant girly-man who can’t ride a bike, can’t throw a baseball, and can’t handle a barb.

When someone needs to “go down” or be “let go,” an adult does the job and does it decisively. Eastwood is really the standard bearer for all the cowboys who go into battle and stand for good and against evil. But as the man on the platform with a future President of the United States, his role was also that of the man calmly and courageously telling the world that a new sheriff is in town, a man who like the cowboy of old will take on the bad guys, keep his promises, and take care of us and our families. Plainspeak instead of bafflegab, the world and America breathed a sigh of relief. The message was delivered effectively, received, and understood.

It certainly was in China, at any rate…

Straight from the horse’s mouth…

Communism was here

Communism was here (Photo credit: Lonely_Freak)

is where this account comes from. It is from a ‘friend’ on my Facebook Community Page Remembering the Shoals.

All I can say is my jaw just hit the floor and my eyes are wide open. If she wants her name made public, then she can comment on this article with her name, otherwise, just know that it is somebody we all know. Update: she has given permission to use her name, and she is June Winegardner White.

Below is the text in her own hand:

I started backpacking Europe in the mid 80s.  I bought a how-to book, a backpack and a Eurail pass.  I was a college student with a history major and a political science minor.  My goal was to see the places I had studied about and meet the people who lived in those places.  I spent 3 weeks each year traveling, meeting people and keeping a journal.  Sometimes a friend or family member would go with me but when I decided to go into communist countries no one wanted to go.  Some didn’t want to go out of fear but others were just not interested in seeing communism up close and personal.
In 1986, I persuaded my college adviser to help me design a 6 week trip to eastern Europe that would allow me to get college credit for the trip.  I flew into Frankfort, Germany and took a train into Berlin where I entered the world of communism for the next six weeks.  I had already made one side trip into Russia and Poland for a week and saw enough to know I wanted to return.
Friends I had made in Poland gave me the use of an apartment that belonged to a family member.  It was centrally located and my friends spoke a little English so I felt comfortable there.  They had asked me to bring a bottle of cognac with me from America.  That was the payment they wanted for me using the apartment.  The price was right so I wagged the bottle all the way from Oklahoma to Sierpc, Poland.
One of my Polish friends had a pregnant family member and no money to pay her doctor.  They had subsidized health care provided by the government so the doctor was paid for but he would not provide any anesthesia because that was considered unnecessary. She’d had a difficult delivery with her first child and no anesthesia and was petrified of facing another delivery without it.  The doctor had told her he would provide the anesthesia if she could get him a bottle of cognac from America.  He thought it was an impossibility for her so he said it more as a taunt than anything.  When I got there we marched into the doctor’s office with the bottle and through an interpreter I told him the bottle would be his AFTER the delivery of the child WITH anesthesia.  At first he insisted on me giving him the bottle then but I refused and started to walk out with the bottle.  He called me back and said I could bring him the bottle on the day of the delivery.  I agreed but only with the stipulation that the baby be delivered before the bottle was.  He agreed and that’s how she got her anesthesia for the birth of her 2nd child.
This same doctor had treated her before she married for a broken nose she sustained from a car accident.  The nose didn’t heal properly on its own so she went to the doctor to see what he could do.  He told her he would have to rebreak it and he did……..with a rubber hammer…..without anesthesia.

There you have ObamaCare in a nutshell.

You are not poor because someone else is wealthy…

is an excellent summation of a lady and her life that I hold dear in my memory; and it is as àpropos during my childhood as it is now.  Back in the day, there did not seem to be much coveting of someone else’s success or wealth; nor was there jealousy. It seemed that those who had been successful illuminated the way for others to follow to attain the American Dream. And if the American Dream is dead, it was not the people who slaughtered it.

The lady I write about is Lena Mae Myhan. She was an extraordinarily ordinary woman. That was part of what made her extraordinary in the crossed eyes of my childhood. You would have thought that I would have been spoiled as the only

Obituary for William M Myhan

My grandfather and great uncle served as honorary pall bearers for this long time family friend and neighbor.

girl, but uh uh. And I am thankful for that as I learned independence at an early age. Miss Lena Mae was one of the few who exclaimed to me as a little girl that I had beautiful blue eyes; notwithstanding that the right one was firmly placed in the corner of my eye socket next to my nose. And she remembered every birthday of every child in the near neighborhood for as long as I could remember; that was really special because for the most part our family really did not  pay much attention to birthdays back then. I loved Miss Lena Mae; and came to think of her in my adult life as a bonus grandmother.

What about this ordinary woman made her so extraordinary in the eyes of a little Sheffield girl? Let me count the ways. For one thing, she taught me a lot of things that are virtues in today’s world – and all without even knowing it. A little background is in order here.

The Myhan family has known and have been neighbors of my Murray family for more than 150 years now. Most of them are gone now. Our families go way, way back.

Miss Lena Mae Myhan’s family history is one of great pride. Her earliest known ancestor, John Myhand and wife Mary MacMiel immigrated from Lietrim, Ireland. John Myhand and Mary McMiel Myhand were devisees in John MacMiel’s 1729 will and upon his death his son-in-law John Myhand received several hundred acres of property while daughter Mary MacMiel Myhand inherited his plantation.

Their son James Myhand also immigrated from Lietrim, Ireland; he lived in Rowan County, North Carolina and he and his wife Sarah Bryant Myhand are buried in Sampson County, North Carolina. Their known children were Jesse Myhand, Silas Myhand and James Myhand.

Their son, James Myhand was born in Morgan, Rowan County, North Carolina in 1755. He married Rosannah Owen in 1782 in North Carolina. James and Rosannah Owen Myhand migrated to Georgia and lived in Morgan County. There someone on his behalf was a fortunate drawer in the 1820 Georgia Land Lottery that rewarded his service in the Revolutionary War with the gift of land. In 1820 James Myhand’s fortunate draw was in Irwin County, Georgia which was claimed on 3 November 1823, likely by his widow Rosannah Owen Myhand since he had died in 1819. You will find the Myhand family well represented in the Daughters of the America Revolution files. Rosannah Myhand left a “Deed-of-Gift” when she died and it is recorded in Harris County, Georgia Deed Book “A” (1828-1832) page 623.

Here is the text of the gift; Georgia Date of “Deed-of-Gift Morgan County August 12, 1831 Between: Rosannah Myhand,of Morgan County, Georgia, Give unto: My two sons: Alvin and James Myhand, Jr. of Morgan County, Georgia Land Lot – 108, 5th District, Troup County, Georgia, containing: 202 1/2 acres, granted to myself widow of Revolutionary Soldier on April 23 1828. Her signature was an ‘x’ mark; witenss was Caswell J Allen, John J McNeel, J. P.

The Myhand family males provided military service to protect and defend this nation in most of the wars in which America was engaged. James and Rossannah Myhand had a number of children likely: John, William, Nancy, Sarah “Sallie”, Thomas, Alvin, Jesse, Abner L, and James Knight Myhand.

James and Rossannah Owen Myhand’s son James Myhan was born in North Carolina or Cass County, Georgia; he married Bersheba McCowan in North Carolina. He migrated to first to Warren County and then to Morgan County, Georgia. He and his wife are buried there. Their known children are Mary Myhand, Thomas Butler Myhand, and John Myhand. It is their son John Myhand that continues the lineage for our Miss Lena Mae Myhan.

John H Myhand was born circa 1815 in Cass County, Georgia which then was considered the [New] Country. He married Eliza A Horne. In 1850 they were living in Cass County, Georgia [Country]. By 1860 they were living in Franklin County, Alabama. Their children were: William, Mary, John H, Susannah, Missouri A, Edward J, Zachary (or Zachariah) Taylor, Sarah, and Benjamin Franklin Myhand. John reportedly died in 1880 and may be the John Myhand buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery in Cypress Inn, Wayne County, Tennessee.

John H and Eliza A Horne Myhand’s son, William T Myhan was Miss Lena Mae Myhand paternal grandfather. He was born in 7 March 1833 in Georgia and died  11 Dec 1905 in Sheffield, Colbert County, Alabama. He is buried at Morning Star Cemetery in Tuscumbia, Alabama. William T Myhand married Susan MATILDA McCorkle, daughter of Thomas Jefferson and Susan M McCorkle. They had the following children: Alice P Myhan Finney 1867 – 1933 Ella Minerva Myhan Clark Rumph 1867 – 1952, Laura P Myhan  1870 – 1953, Betty Elizabeth Myhan Kimbrough 1875 – 1968, Jo Ann or Joan Myhan Elledge 1879 – 1962, William M Myhan 1880 – 1959,  Martin Myhan 1881 –   , Thomas E Myhan 1877 – 1944 and Charles Everett Myhan 1884 – 1965. A large number of the Myhan and related families are buried at Morning Star Cemetery where three or four generations of my Murray and related families are buried.

William Myhand served in the Confederacy during the War Between the States. He served as a Private in Company K of the 5th Arkansas Regiment entering in April of 1861 and afterwards served in the 11th Alabama Regiment of Cavalry from 7 April 1861; entering this regiment at Prides [Landing]. He was captured and taken prisoner of war being held a prisoner in Nashville, Tennessee. He continued to serve until being honorably discharged in 1865 in Montgomery. His widow, Susan M Myhan,  made an application for a pension on 26 Jun 1903. The application was granted and the pension was for the total of $2.50 per month.

Their son William M Myhan was Miss Lena Mae Myhan’s father. Her mother was Minnie Lee Ida, but her maiden name is yet to be discovered. Ida Myhand died in 1918 and is buried in Morning Star Cemetery. They had two girls: Lena Mae Myhan and IvaDell Myhan.

IvaDell Myhan was born 29 Nov 1908 in Colbert County, Alabama and died 1 November 1985 in Sheffield. She and her husband, Willie J Young are buried in Oakwood Cemetery in Sheffield. They had two girls named Lola M and Betty A Young. Ivadell and her family lived in Chattanooga at one time, and on another census record it was inferred their residence was in LaGrange, Georgia. The Young family returned to their native Alabama and lived in Sheffield when she died.

Miss Lena Mae, that is what we all called her, was born 19 January 1906 in Colbert County. Her family had lived in the neighborhood of my paternal family for nigh over one hundred and fifty years at the time of her death; they had lived in the neighborhood of my maternal family for nearly fifty years. So, the history is steep and deep between our families.

Miss Lena Mae was not a pretty woman; at least to the time I remember her. But I had always pictured her as a young girl to be as pretty as she was in my mind’s eye as a child. Of course, she seemed a woman of ancient maturity by the time my memory set in; but even until her death I saw no change in her appearance from how I remember her. There is a photo of one of her ancestors that looks how I imagine her to have looked at the same age; beautiful and young and vibrant. She was not a silly, flighty girl, who lived on airs and pretentiousness. She was pragmatic, and she loved her father.  She was taller than my mother and a little on the stout side. She wore little cotton house-dresses and always seemed to have an apron tied around her waist. She and Mr. Lon always grew the most luscious looking and green garden behind their home. She had a huge dip in her forehead where a metal plate resided; and her hearing was all but nonexistent.  Her hair was mostly a light gray and she kept it in a ball at the nap of her neck; obviously she had black hair in her youth. There always seemed to be a little wisp of hair blowing in the breeze from her temples. She must have had back problems since her gait was a little on the awkward side; if I recall correctly she had a steel rod in her back. But in all my lifetime, I never heard her complain. Her life was dedicated to the care and welfare of her father; she was a worker. Lest you get the idea that she was just a girl from Appalachia without many virtues; the record will be clear now. She had a four-year college degree but evidently never used it; her father consumed all her time. She had lost her mother when she was just twelve; and for some reason when her father became crippled she assumed the role of caregiver 24/7. Her father, William M Myhan, had been a rural route Mail Carrier for the U S Government during his working days.  He drove a horse drawn wagon to deliver the mail to my family and others in rural Colbert County for decades. After moving to Sheffield he worked at King Stove and Foundry and retired from that employment. He was a member of the Okolona Baptist Church that still exists on the corner of Sixth Street and Wilson Dam Road in Muscle Shoals, as has many of my relatives and ancestors.

It was said that he had an ingrown toenail which had became gangrenous and had to have one of his legs amputated. He was pretty much bedridden by the time I was a child. I remember his armless wheelchair which seemed to take up most of the room where his bed was located. And I remember his shockingly white hair. I always thought he looked pretty healthy, except for the missing leg. The family had a boarder, Alonzo “Lon” Marlar, who lived in with them for many years and helped her take care of her father; but also had a day job and worked at Martin Stove which was a foundry across the railroad tracks. The family had no phone, no car, no television and Miss Lena Mae never had children. Their seating under the shade trees outside were those wooden straightback chairs with the woven seat. They did have the most beautiful dog that I have ever seen. He was a collie and all fluffy and energetic; his name was Carlo and he would be in the street where we would travel and play a lot of the time. Many would consider them poor, very poor. But you are not poor because someone else is wealthy.

Miss Lena Mae was one of the influences that taught me pride, independence, and that you do not have to have a lot of money, riches, property, beautiful clothes, or worldly possessions to be rich – and neither does any person worth his/her salt covet or envy those who are more fortunate than they for that is a biblical sin. Actually, that is the backbone of my families on both sides. Growing up in the little city of Sheffield made myself and my siblings what we are today; we had so many good influences to model after.

I remember as a child, standing with my jaw dropped when Miss Lena Mae’s sister and her family would visit. The juxtaposition of the lifestyle of the sister and my beloved Miss Lena Mae was stark, even to a child. They came in a car, what seemed like a nice car. They had nice clothes, unlike the little cotton house-dresses that Miss Lena Mae wore. The sister had a husband and two beautiful children. I imagined they lived in a Norman Rockwell house and had a Norman Rockwell life. Whereas, Miss Lena Mae and her family had rented that lonely looking house at 1001 West 13th in southwest Sheffield for what could have been a lifetime, by my estimation more than forty years. I think the rent was less than $75 per month likely much less for them. but they had rented it long enough to have bought it a dozen times or more. Those houses were removed from TVA property when one of the Villages was done away with. They were originally shotgun houses with a dog trot through the middle. They look nicer now, but as a child they were unpainted and a bleak gray. They heated the house with coal. I remember getting Miss Lena Mae some pretty towels one Mother’s Day. When I took them to her and went to hang them up in her bathroom, I was unable to hang them because the bathroom was bare and did not even have a towel rack or a toilet paper holder.

My heart ached for my Miss Lena Mae because I thought she deserved just as good as her sister and I did not understand the difference in the two lives. It seemed to me that the sister lived a charmed life and did not visit that often, perhaps they lived out of town. And Miss Lena Mae was dedicated to the welfare and care of her invalid father all her adult life; it just was such a stark contrast in the mind of a child, but Miss Lena Mae never took a breath that showed resentment or jealousy or envy. It was as it was supposed to be. She was rich.

I had become aware of the Vocational Rehabilitation Center in Muscle Shoals. When I asked them about a hearing aid for someone like her; they suggested that she come in and were sure that they could help her. I was ecstatic at the thought of her getting help with her hearing and I eagerly told her about their service. It was then I learned a good life lesson about independence and pride. She told me that she would not be getting the hearing aids. She stated that was ‘charity’ and that charity was for those who were poor. There was a jolt to my system because I had (mistakenly) thought she was poor just because she did not have many worldly possessions. Well, she taught me and I have remembered that lesson for a lifetime now. That is how our past generations of family were; proud and independent. Those attributes are likely why those in the deep south are so mistrusting of the government. When I think back on that incident, I get chills; oh, how I loved that wonderful extraordinarily ordinary woman.

Mr Lon was born in Missouri and was living in the household of his sister Grace Thomas in Sheffield on the 1930 census record. He was age 31 and single. Grace and her husband William E Thomas were the parents of Paul Thomas. We called him Mr Paul and his wife Miss Audie. They lived next door to my maternal grandparents on West 8th Street in southwest Sheffield as long as I could remember and until their deaths.

After her father died in 1959; she was such an upright person that she told Mr. Lon that it wouldn’t be right or look right for them to continue to live in the same house without being married. So that is what they did. Her father died in January of 1959 and in February of 1959 they married. They lived in that shotgun house on West 13th in Sheffield until he died, and then she lived there until she was put in a nursing home and then died. She and Lon Marlar are buried at Colbert County Memorial Gardens.

What good memories I have of my Sheffield childhood; and Miss Lena Mae Myhan Marlar is one of them. She taught me that WE ARE ALL RICH.

OMG, seriously…

Oh, My God! Thank the Lord above for all that may be about to ‘be.’

Through His grace, He gives the knowledge and ability to do great things that will benefit all mankind. He touches mankind often through other individuals to benefit even the unknowing, the unfeeling, the uncaring, the unaware, the unbelieving, undeserving,  and the ungrateful. Those who know me well know for an absolute that this is not how I begin any conversation.

But this is H-U-G-E!

My children are affected by many diseases and conditions that I [moi] have passed down to them through the genetic process. There is the Malignant Hyperthermia that has affected many in the family, most especially myself and my daughter. My eldest son is now a ‘chair’ user because of myopathy that was finally diagnosed as ‘related to Malignant Hyperthermia’ by those at Emory University Hospital, and after initial help from the Muscular Dystrophy Association. He is one of Jerry’s Kids even though he is no longer a child. The doctors and medical personnel at MDA and Emory were patient and listened and did not dismiss him as having a ‘make believe’ condition. He intelligently guided the doctors to ‘find’ the condition even though it may have been masked by other benign symptoms. Only a couple of doctors at Emory had given the adequate amount of time to actually witness the presenting problem. These doctors were astounded at how the synapses exploded on their monitors with the triggered bursts of calcium. Thank the Good Lord for them.

You see, we do not know whether the others would have the same problem because they have been healthy enough not to require surgery or anaesthesia. I don’t know whether those are the lucky ones or not; since it is relied upon that the personnel take the threat seriously and take the necessary precautions; the precautions are time-consuming and often expensive. There are no short cuts.

Then there is the Amblyopia, the Diabetes, the tumor, the strokes, the hypertension and the allergies that lead to asthma. You get the picture. No sympathy is elicited here; I just wanted everyone to understand how miraculous this might be, if not for my loved ones, then perhaps for yours. And I can think of no one else to credit other than the big man upstairs.

Someone, a  hithertofore unknown individual, has effected the power of healing from within. I know, it is a miracle. This is an overnight sensation. It is too bad it took twenty years or so to perfect this overnight success. A remarkable substance extracted from pig guts enables the body to regenerate lost muscle tissue. Adam Piore writes in the July/August 2011 issue of Discover magazine that pioneer Stephen Badylak is working on treatments that would allow patients to regrow entire limbs. Enough. Enough, I say about ‘the pigs in a blanket’ that we heard this last week from testimony in the Casey Anthony trial; this is important. And, yes mother, evidently they can make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear – at least close enough to government work for me. And for those who were young during the 1960s, no the ‘pixie dust’  is not LSD.

Lord, please let your ‘pixie dust’ regenerate atrophied muscle tissue. It has been shown to regrow lost fingertips. The documented case of regrowing thigh muscle in the case presented in the article is astounding, stupendous, amazing! The leg was in need of amputation said the experts to Corporal Isaias Hernandez, a nineteen-year-old Iraq marine wounded while on duty; you would be better off with a prosthesis which would come with less pain. Then ensued medical

Cpl Isaias Herandez' thigh

Photograph by Scott Lewis from Discover Magazine page 69, July/August 2011 Issue showing Marine Cpl Isaias Hernandez' regenerated thigh tissue

procedures and three years of intense physical therapy, but to no avail. Recently talk of amputation had begun again.  Then his well-being took a dramatic turn when he viewed a documentary on the Discovery Channel dealing with a ‘magic powder’ that regrew another soldier’s fingertip with nail, bone, tissue and all. The other soldier’s brother is the one who invented and provided the ‘pixie dust.’

For the Corporal there were more rounds of intense physical therapy and surgery that included the insertion of a portion of a pig’s bladder known as ECM [extracellular matrix]which is the same source for material that is made into the ‘pixie dust.’ It had been believed to contain powerful proteins that can reawaken the body’s latent ability to regenerate tissues. Trials are now being conducted, that if successful, they could fundamentally change the treatment for catastrophic limb injuries.

The story of Stephen Badylak, regenerative-medicine pioneer, says this changes “the body’s default mechanism of healing.” His background in the most unlikely of fields led to disbelief in the medical field of experts. He became quiet of his results for years because no seemed to believe him. He then entered medical school and became an M.D. so that he could conduct his own research with the knowledge base of a doctor and researcher. And, viola! Twenty years or so later, his results are now a matter of public knowledge. He is an overnight sensation. Good for him; and good for mankind.

Source: Piore, Adam. Discover Magazine. July/August 2011 Issue, pages 68-73. Photography by Scott Lewis.

Inspiration from devastation…

that is my hometown area. Even those who weathered the worst of the tornadoes in April might find a little wisp of inspiration from this photo. Kasey Melton allowed us to share her photo of this home in Harvest.

Let us brainstorm and think of ways that we could help these people. That is the best thing about Sweet Home Alabama, we don’t need no government welfare, we just help one another.

Would you please post photos of the effects of the April tornadoes with this post.

A home with a message from Harvest, Alabama.

Honoring our veterans…

on Memorial Day weekend continues with Marine Cpl Larry Luster. He was killed in Vietnam in July 1969.

Marine Cpl Larry Luster was killed in Vietnam

Is the misery index only getting worse?

The Colonial Revival headquarters of Fannie Ma...

Fannie Mae headquarters

I am saddened to report that the real estate market nationwide is in deep trouble. Still. Florida is one of those states that leads the nation in its troubled real estate market. Is it any better in the Shoals?

In today’s local paper there was a two section printing of the Tax Certificate sales. Two sections of the paper today, equivalent to a good Sunday paper on a busy holiday sale weekend back home, were listings of those properties where the owners have not paid the 2010 property taxes.

The print was about a size 4 font, four columns wide per page and in two sections. There were 99 pages of these delinquencies. 99 pages for just one Florida county! Other tax delinquencies were reported in last week’s paper. Holy smokes!

Since Florida has no personal income tax, the state relies heavily on property taxes being paid in a timely fashion. There is a system, however, to protect the state by others being able to ‘buy’ tax certificates on those properties that are delinquent on taxes through a bidding system.There is a system in place where after about five years, if the property owner has not paid up the taxes and the interest to the certificate holder, that a forced sale can be prompted.

Having been a real estate agent, and a successful one; I know that the real estate market is a keystone for the health of our national economy. And I can report first hand that there were some mighty unhealthy strategies a few years ago that were shady at best and treacherous at worst, i.e. no interest loans, no documentation loans, loans for up to 125% of the appraised value, and delayed interest loans. Mortgage brokers were crawling out of the woodwork like termites. And we all know that what goes up must come down. But who would have thunk that it would stay down? Logic tells me that the market can not even spell the first two letters of recovery until the delinquent inventory is disposed of; that is just plain ol common sense. And there are reports that the foreclosure rate has doubled in the last two years (see related article below).

Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac steered the real estate market, and still does. In my humble opinion, the purveyors of these government agencies steered our country right into the ground. Was it on purpose for other than financial gain?

Funny, but no one at the top even got as much as a slap on the hand, not even Chris Dodd or Barney Frank.  It had to be pretty miserable for those people who bought homes they could not afford to hold their breath while they waited for the inevitable tax man who would cometh. It must be miserable for those who found themselves upside on their mortgages and for all the rest of us whose value on our biggest asset has plunged. But the ones who profited off the backs of America have never seemed miserable. I bet they laughed all the way to the bank.

So, hold on good people for the worst is yet to be. Be like a good Boy Scout and ‘Be Prepared.” 

As I am keying this article in my husband comes to me and says that more tornadic activity is headed toward Joplin. I guess the twenty-five percent left standing in Joplin may be gone by nightfall. Is God trying to tell us something? How is the misery index where you live?