Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Family Secrets IV
Continuation from September, as promised:
"After I was married; Though first I must tell you my Husband's name was Frank McGee Tucker. The McGee was after Dr. McGee. so his family always called him Dock after the Dr. Well anyway. Dock worked at the Sheerwood Mines. he had a three room house rented and our furnature in it two weeks be-fore we were married. we were married on Wednesday night. then we went to our new home Thursday morning. our house hold goods cost us $127.50. Dock got them from the Company Store. we made $10.00 monthly payments on them. they consisted of one bedroom suit. one extra iron bed stead springs and mattress and bed clothes. one straw matting for the bedroom. I scrubed the kitchen hall and extra bedroom. with a brush. we had a real fine #7 Torch light stove. I was just as happy with my new home and evry thing as if I had a mansion. I would polish my stove every saturday. it shined. I had a glassed doored safe a cook table. and an eating table and 6 hard chairs. and two Rockers and some other odds and ends - these were my happy days - Dock run a moter in the mines. he was making $2.25 per day when we were married but on this amount we lived payed our rent and made our $10.00 monthly payments on our furnature. and then our pay days were once a month but he never missed drawing money and we had been married six months he got a .25 [cent] raise we sure was glad to know he was getting $2.50 per day. but then our living was so different from what it is now. I could go to the co. store and buy a basket ful of groceries. for $2.00 but them days are gone forever I am afraid. but let me tell you they were good ones and I'll never forget them. Well its like this in about 10 months. we had our first baby a girl Florence Louise. she was a very sweet baby. and kept me busy with all the rest of my house work. but I sure enjoyed it. and when she was 21 months old. we had our Boy baby Gilman Emory. so I really was kept busy from then on. but I made it and this is all of our brood - we were both very proud of our children and they were good to mind. I always taught them to mind their Daddy he never whiped eigher of them I was the one that made them mind. I don't think they either one hold anything against me for the way I brought them up. I only did what I thought was right. when they got old enough I took them to Sunday School and Church and tried to do the best I could for them to the best of my ability. At all this time I can say I enjoyed my family. Although like many other people my heart was burdened and very heavy many many times through my life but who does not have these same things happen to them. so I count my self lucky after all. I am glad it was through these hard trials I found the Lord and learned to let him help me with my burdens and trials he is our present help in trouble I learned that a long time ago. when our son Gilman came down with Bronical trouble when he was 4 years old with our care and work he out grew it. and then when he was a larger boy he had an enlarged heart. but he seemed to out grow that to a certain extent. it is things like this that makes us seek the Lords help.
Well he has grown up and married now and has a married son of his own. now he is almost through surving four years work for Uncle Sam - My Daughter Louise wo is older than Gilman is now married and as I said before the mother of three children she lives at MacArthur W.Va., so since I am a widow. I just try to divide my time be-tween my two children and my two sisters and one brother and I have a host of friends. and I go out and stay with sick people who need help. it helps me to help some body that I know needs my help. so here I have rattled along with a lot of things that may not be of any interest to some people but I have been impressed to do this and that is why I have started this and I don't know just how far I will go" [...]
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Family
"The Name of This is The Last Move
I have had an inspiration to write a book about my self and relatetions so here I go: I don't know what I will do with it. or what it will be like. As my age is creeping up on me, it seemed it would be good to leave a few words be-hind about my folks and my life. If I live to see March 20th/57, I will be 70 years old you might think this is funny that I would have a desire to write like this. As to my family, My Father Charles Fanning Cheek. was born and reared in Weaverville North Carlonia Bunscomb Co. he came to W.Va. and met my mother Sara Jane Wees. Through my uncle Charles Sink, he had married my mothers Sister Anna. So the love bug got them too. My mother was born and reared in Raleigh Co. W.Va. her Father was George Wees. And my Grandmother was Clementine Jane Godbey before she married my grandfather. he was in the Cival war. 4 years and 6 moths. and was home only twice in that time. he was wounded in the hip and was never able to get around very well after he came home. they bought land and built them a log house two big rooms. a large fireplace in each room. they reared their family there. the family consist of Rhoda E. Walthall Wees, Will Wees, John Wees, Susan Wees Holt, Jimmie Wees. Biggs. Jones. she was married twice. my mother Sarah Jane Wees Cheek, Anna Wees Sink. then Robert Wees was the youngest child - All of these have deceased now. my mother was the mother of 13 children of which she reared 9 of us I am the oldest one. When I was born they thought they would name me good. they named me Sarah. after my mother Olivia after my grandmother Cheek. Elizabeth after Aunt Rhoda E. Wees Walthall. Jane after my grandmother Wees. so after they gave me all these names I married twice so you see my name is Sarah Olivia Elizabeth Jane Cheek Then I married Frank McGee Tucker. We were married twenty nine years. then he took Broncal Asthma. and died. then I later married John W. Perry I was 51. he was 79. he lived 10 years and he died they were both good Husbands and I miss them both, it just fell my lot I guess to end that way - well as I started off with all them names. They made a short name for me and called me Ollie. I always have despised my name. but what could any one do with so much name hung to them. they should have saved some of my names for some of the balance of the other 12 children oh well enough for the names. I sure got mine. as I said be fore My Dad was reared in Weaverville N.C. his father run a Tan Yard. Tanned bark and animal skins and such also they made crockery Jugs Bottles Bowls and dishes - but when Dad came out to W.Va. he earned his living by working in the Coal Mines. So you can see we all had a very hard time getting along. but let me tell you we made it. I look back to those days some time. and think how happy we all were to-geather. we were poor but we were happy. I had a good Father and Mother. They were Christians and they taught us to live right of which I am thankful."
To be continued...
I have had an inspiration to write a book about my self and relatetions so here I go: I don't know what I will do with it. or what it will be like. As my age is creeping up on me, it seemed it would be good to leave a few words be-hind about my folks and my life. If I live to see March 20th/57, I will be 70 years old you might think this is funny that I would have a desire to write like this. As to my family, My Father Charles Fanning Cheek. was born and reared in Weaverville North Carlonia Bunscomb Co. he came to W.Va. and met my mother Sara Jane Wees. Through my uncle Charles Sink, he had married my mothers Sister Anna. So the love bug got them too. My mother was born and reared in Raleigh Co. W.Va. her Father was George Wees. And my Grandmother was Clementine Jane Godbey before she married my grandfather. he was in the Cival war. 4 years and 6 moths. and was home only twice in that time. he was wounded in the hip and was never able to get around very well after he came home. they bought land and built them a log house two big rooms. a large fireplace in each room. they reared their family there. the family consist of Rhoda E. Walthall Wees, Will Wees, John Wees, Susan Wees Holt, Jimmie Wees. Biggs. Jones. she was married twice. my mother Sarah Jane Wees Cheek, Anna Wees Sink. then Robert Wees was the youngest child - All of these have deceased now. my mother was the mother of 13 children of which she reared 9 of us I am the oldest one. When I was born they thought they would name me good. they named me Sarah. after my mother Olivia after my grandmother Cheek. Elizabeth after Aunt Rhoda E. Wees Walthall. Jane after my grandmother Wees. so after they gave me all these names I married twice so you see my name is Sarah Olivia Elizabeth Jane Cheek Then I married Frank McGee Tucker. We were married twenty nine years. then he took Broncal Asthma. and died. then I later married John W. Perry I was 51. he was 79. he lived 10 years and he died they were both good Husbands and I miss them both, it just fell my lot I guess to end that way - well as I started off with all them names. They made a short name for me and called me Ollie. I always have despised my name. but what could any one do with so much name hung to them. they should have saved some of my names for some of the balance of the other 12 children oh well enough for the names. I sure got mine. as I said be fore My Dad was reared in Weaverville N.C. his father run a Tan Yard. Tanned bark and animal skins and such also they made crockery Jugs Bottles Bowls and dishes - but when Dad came out to W.Va. he earned his living by working in the Coal Mines. So you can see we all had a very hard time getting along. but let me tell you we made it. I look back to those days some time. and think how happy we all were to-geather. we were poor but we were happy. I had a good Father and Mother. They were Christians and they taught us to live right of which I am thankful."
To be continued...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
"The Life of Harry Houdini"
"On or around 1883 a boy named Ehrich Weiss and his brother, Theo, started a little circus.
Ehrich called himself The Prince of Air. He did the trapeze. All the kids in the neighborhood went to see it.
The trapeze was made of broomsticks and rope. Ehrich’s mom made him a trapeze outfit. One of his tricks was picking up nails with his eyelids from the trapeze.
The brothers quit grade school, but kept their show going. Ehrich had always been into magic.
He and his brother had a magic show at the same time Ehrich was working in a locksmith shop.
He could pick any lock in the shop.
Ehrich’s favorite magician was Jean Enguene Robert Houdin. So Ehrich thought he could get his stage name from Houdin. He would add an ‘I’ to ‘Houdin’ to be ‘Houdini’ and change his nickname, ‘Ehrie’ to ‘Harry’, and ‘Harry Houdini’ was ‘born’.
Harry and his brother called themselves ‘The Brothers Houdini’. When they were performing in Coney Island, Harry saw a woman who was also performing, named Bess. Harry met Bess.
They fell in love and got married. He started performing with Bess instead of his brother, who kept performing, but never grew as famous as his brother.
Harry and Bess moved to England and Harry got work as a magician and escape artist, for a week. Harry’s employer said there were too many escape artists, but if he could break out of Scotland Yard, he could have six months of work. Harry never let a challenge go by.
Harry knew that most of London’s handcuffs could be opened with only two types of keys, and he owned both of them. At Scotland Yard, he was put in a cell naked with cuffs chaining him to
a stone pillar. The guards checked anywhere that he could be hiding extra keys, but Harry was hiding them where nobody thought to look. He was holding them in his throat.
Superintendent Melville assured Harry that he wouldn’t be getting out any time soon. But Melville was amazed, as seconds later, he heard chains and handcuffs clatter to the floor. Then Harry’s employer gave him six months of work.
When the six months were up, Harry and Bess moved to New York. They had two kids and Harry became very famous. They bought a huge house with a library with over four thousand books on magic.
Harry learned how to escape out of a straightjacket, but later on performed it with an added twist.
He would perform it hanging from a five story building. One time he performed, there were strong winds and he got pushed into the building and badly bruised.
In 1926, Harry was performing in Montreal, Canada, when two schoolboys confronted him backstage. Both of them had heard that he could take any punch. Before Harry had time to clench his muscles, one of them hit him hard several times in the stomach. Harry had a strong pain in this stomach that night. He went to the doctor and the doctor said his appendix had burst and needed to be removed, but Harry chose not to do it right away.
Harry should have cancelled his next show, because he was sick and injured, but he still performed the next day. He went onstage with a temperature of a hundred and four degrees, but during the intermission he collapsed backstage. He was rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. He was dying.
Harry died the next morning on October, 31st- Halloween. Harry was buried in the coffin he planned to use for his “Buried Alive” escape. He had fought death many times and he was used to winning, but this time he would lose.
I chose Harry Houdini for my book report because I’m into magic and Houdini is my favorite magician. He set an example for all magicians that followed him."
Ehrich called himself The Prince of Air. He did the trapeze. All the kids in the neighborhood went to see it.
The trapeze was made of broomsticks and rope. Ehrich’s mom made him a trapeze outfit. One of his tricks was picking up nails with his eyelids from the trapeze.
The brothers quit grade school, but kept their show going. Ehrich had always been into magic.
He and his brother had a magic show at the same time Ehrich was working in a locksmith shop.
He could pick any lock in the shop.
Ehrich’s favorite magician was Jean Enguene Robert Houdin. So Ehrich thought he could get his stage name from Houdin. He would add an ‘I’ to ‘Houdin’ to be ‘Houdini’ and change his nickname, ‘Ehrie’ to ‘Harry’, and ‘Harry Houdini’ was ‘born’.
Harry and his brother called themselves ‘The Brothers Houdini’. When they were performing in Coney Island, Harry saw a woman who was also performing, named Bess. Harry met Bess.
They fell in love and got married. He started performing with Bess instead of his brother, who kept performing, but never grew as famous as his brother.
Harry and Bess moved to England and Harry got work as a magician and escape artist, for a week. Harry’s employer said there were too many escape artists, but if he could break out of Scotland Yard, he could have six months of work. Harry never let a challenge go by.
Harry knew that most of London’s handcuffs could be opened with only two types of keys, and he owned both of them. At Scotland Yard, he was put in a cell naked with cuffs chaining him to
a stone pillar. The guards checked anywhere that he could be hiding extra keys, but Harry was hiding them where nobody thought to look. He was holding them in his throat.
Superintendent Melville assured Harry that he wouldn’t be getting out any time soon. But Melville was amazed, as seconds later, he heard chains and handcuffs clatter to the floor. Then Harry’s employer gave him six months of work.
When the six months were up, Harry and Bess moved to New York. They had two kids and Harry became very famous. They bought a huge house with a library with over four thousand books on magic.
Harry learned how to escape out of a straightjacket, but later on performed it with an added twist.
He would perform it hanging from a five story building. One time he performed, there were strong winds and he got pushed into the building and badly bruised.
In 1926, Harry was performing in Montreal, Canada, when two schoolboys confronted him backstage. Both of them had heard that he could take any punch. Before Harry had time to clench his muscles, one of them hit him hard several times in the stomach. Harry had a strong pain in this stomach that night. He went to the doctor and the doctor said his appendix had burst and needed to be removed, but Harry chose not to do it right away.
Harry should have cancelled his next show, because he was sick and injured, but he still performed the next day. He went onstage with a temperature of a hundred and four degrees, but during the intermission he collapsed backstage. He was rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. He was dying.
Harry died the next morning on October, 31st- Halloween. Harry was buried in the coffin he planned to use for his “Buried Alive” escape. He had fought death many times and he was used to winning, but this time he would lose.
I chose Harry Houdini for my book report because I’m into magic and Houdini is my favorite magician. He set an example for all magicians that followed him."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Creation
From this moment forward, the past will be behind you. What will you claim as part of your identity, and what will you choose to leave behind? According to some, it's just that simple. It is, if you choose. So is happiness, a choice that is; reportedly quoted by Abraham Lincoln, among others. If his life were followed, many would understand much better. Never mind that the photograpy available in his day really couldn't capture a smile well. Freezing a smile, even a fake one, for the timeframe to catch a shot was excruciating. His accomplishing the presidency was a feat in and of itself, under the circumstances. If I read more of what is written by or about him, there may be something to learn as to why he wished to become president. Was it a deep sense of purpose, or a momentum, once started, that would have been inappropriate to reverse? Maybe it was something in between; only Abe himself could tell us for sure.
Abe Lincoln was not a man who skipped much, as in the hopscotch kind, as in having a spring in one's step, unless in private moments with his children. Much of the time in his life had all but the world's weight on his shoulders. How much he felt it or acknowledged it is another question only he could answer. We take on all with either a conscious or unconscious permission, with the exception of being in a bad place at a bad time; there are things that happen that still make us wonder 'why?'.
In our lifetime, is it possible to minimize or get a grip, some sort of control on what happens to other humans (for the highest and best of all concerned)? To accept the collective responsibility we all have toward each other in some capacity? It's a choice. Some have the wherewithal to acknowledge that there even is a choice. Other's must find food or shelter to survive another day. We represent them all. Obviously, it's been possible to participate in destruction, where even apathy or non-action is a form of participation. Yes. So by the same token, there's a way to participate in creation without destroying, without creating humans only to snuff them out before lives have the opportunity to even begin.
We were designed with the capacity to find a way for all to thrive; I heard a trusted mentor mention in a recording that if all of the world's resources in monetary quantity were divided evenly between every child, woman, and man on the planet, no exceptions, each would have the equivalent of approximately 12 million dollars. I believe it. So why the killing, why the greed, why the control and fear, why the need to have others submit? Leadership and power have nothing to do with control over others. The best leaders' stories go unheard or undocumented most of the time, or surface as a legacy, as if it couldn't be repeated. History does repeat itself, if unstudied or respected. The best history can be repeated as well, were we not so in need of making a mark 'like none other'.
The best footprints of our existence occurred when some chose to lead in a way that would make children proud, that would teach them that one person can start something that leaves the world a better place. Others paved the way for that very reason. They did what no one else could do, to make it easier for those that followed, many strangers they would never meet. Their vision included the smiles and laughter of children, who where given the opportunity to be children, instead of slaves in the field or slaves to anything. Many still exist in our world today; we can choose to change that. Not acknowleding our part in the process is participation in the opposite of creation. It's a daily thought.
Do not let the spotlights blind you; tread carefully, speak wisely, for in this present moment in time, you will not pass this way again, and every step you tread on going forward was created by the one before it.
Abe Lincoln was not a man who skipped much, as in the hopscotch kind, as in having a spring in one's step, unless in private moments with his children. Much of the time in his life had all but the world's weight on his shoulders. How much he felt it or acknowledged it is another question only he could answer. We take on all with either a conscious or unconscious permission, with the exception of being in a bad place at a bad time; there are things that happen that still make us wonder 'why?'.
In our lifetime, is it possible to minimize or get a grip, some sort of control on what happens to other humans (for the highest and best of all concerned)? To accept the collective responsibility we all have toward each other in some capacity? It's a choice. Some have the wherewithal to acknowledge that there even is a choice. Other's must find food or shelter to survive another day. We represent them all. Obviously, it's been possible to participate in destruction, where even apathy or non-action is a form of participation. Yes. So by the same token, there's a way to participate in creation without destroying, without creating humans only to snuff them out before lives have the opportunity to even begin.
We were designed with the capacity to find a way for all to thrive; I heard a trusted mentor mention in a recording that if all of the world's resources in monetary quantity were divided evenly between every child, woman, and man on the planet, no exceptions, each would have the equivalent of approximately 12 million dollars. I believe it. So why the killing, why the greed, why the control and fear, why the need to have others submit? Leadership and power have nothing to do with control over others. The best leaders' stories go unheard or undocumented most of the time, or surface as a legacy, as if it couldn't be repeated. History does repeat itself, if unstudied or respected. The best history can be repeated as well, were we not so in need of making a mark 'like none other'.
The best footprints of our existence occurred when some chose to lead in a way that would make children proud, that would teach them that one person can start something that leaves the world a better place. Others paved the way for that very reason. They did what no one else could do, to make it easier for those that followed, many strangers they would never meet. Their vision included the smiles and laughter of children, who where given the opportunity to be children, instead of slaves in the field or slaves to anything. Many still exist in our world today; we can choose to change that. Not acknowleding our part in the process is participation in the opposite of creation. It's a daily thought.
Do not let the spotlights blind you; tread carefully, speak wisely, for in this present moment in time, you will not pass this way again, and every step you tread on going forward was created by the one before it.
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