September 2016

September 30, 2016

Portable, Non Electric Space Heaters for Emergency Use

September 30, 2016
Portable, Non Electric Space Heaters for Emergency Use
Non electric space heaters run on fuel sources such as propane, kerosene or natural gas. Below you'll find reviews of what, in my opinion, are some of the best choices of non-electric space heaters.

Perfect during power outages or off-grid living during cooler seasons.
Non electric space heaters can be a 'godsend' during power outages during the winter months. They should be considered a must if you're in an area that regularly experiences seasonal power outages or if you're someone who is off the grid.

Of course, electric space heaters are more commonly used and purchased but they're not always the best choice. Besides the possibly hit it takes on your electric bill they are useless during any sort of storm or natural disaster.

Advantages and Disadvantages of Non Electric Space Heaters

Advantages:

Given that fuel space heaters do not require electricity, the most upfront advantage of them is that they'll work at all times, during a power outage. Modern kerosene heaters use a dual-combustion system that burns the fuel efficiently and clean. For propane and kerosene heaters you can buy the fuel and store it until you need to use it.

Disadvantages:

Some people may be wary of non-electric heaters because of the flammable fuels required to use them. Also, they're only recommended during times of an emergency need because they need proper airflow and venting to avoid carbon monoxide dangers. So their usage is recommended by following all directions and usage tips.

Non-Electric Space Heater Types

The most available non-electric heaters are those that run on propane. Though heaters that burn kerosene or natural gas are also on the market.

Propane heaters are the most common because propane tanks are widely available. It's recommended that at least two tanks are kept to be prepared for a power outage. Propane heaters can also be hooked to a permanent or large source of propane gas, other than disposable tanks, if available.

As for kerosene heaters, they are efficient and burn fuel slowly. Wherein, a gallon of kerosene fuel can last up to 15 hours or so, depending on usage. Kerosene heaters are best suited for camp outs, garages, basements, and such.

Something to be aware of though is that some of these heaters are known as vent-less of vent free heaters. They use air from the room they're in to help burn the fuel and will release carbon monoxide and other 'wastes' of fuel burning into your home. Which creates a danger from carbon monoxide poisoning. So it's best to use them only when needed and in a more ventilated area and not in an air-tight home or dwelling. It's best to read are warnings, precautions, and instructions included with these heaters.

Mr. Heater Portable Big Buddy Propane Heater

This heater is capable of heating up to four-hundred square feet via radiant and convection heating. It provides heating when its most needed, as an emergency backup, when you the power is out during cold days and nights. Best suited for garages, workshops, porches, cabins and non-airtight dwellings. Can also be temporarily used in your home (again, during emergency situations) alongside a working carbon monoxide detector.

Heater has four heating settings and a wire guard.
Can heat for up to 7 hours with two propane bottles

Kero World 23,000 BTU Indoor Portable Convection Kerosene Heater

I've had a few family members who've used these heaters and have been very satisfied by their heating performance. Even better, these heaters are made in the USA. They are safe, when used according to directions and safe usage tips and last a long time.

Heat Mate 10000 BTU Radiant Kerosene Heater

Can heat up approximately a 380-square foot area, for up to 14 hours, on full 1.2 gallons of fuel capacity. Features an automatic igniter and an ez flame adjuster. Safety-wise, it has an automatic shutoff, safety guard, and tipover switch. This is a Chinese-made item.

September 27, 2016

Uniden BCD436HP - Handheld Radio Scanner Review

September 27, 2016
Uniden BCD436HP - Handheld Radio Scanner Review
The Uniden BCD436HP handheld scanner has been out for years now and offers features perfect for home use and especially during trips. For one, you'll be able to keep track of weather or anything that could delay your road travels. Bought new, this scanner was a perfect addition to an older radio scanner that i have. For expected reasons, i got the Uniden BCD436HP digital scanner to pick up digital frequencies in addition to analog ones. I researched plenty of radio scanners online and this one fit my needs as a routine user of the scanner.




Searching Frequencies and Storing Channels


This Uniden scanner has an extremely useful feature allowing you to easily and quickly find for frequencies local to your area. It'll save you a lot of hassle, especially if you're new to using radio scanners. There's also the search feature that scans the most often used bands for user convenience. Memory-wise, you'll be able to store up to 300 programmed channels. Which is far more than most of us will ever need.

Power Usage - Battery Length

It's up to you on which types of AA batteries you want to use in the Uniden. You can use 3 regular AA batteries or rechargeable AA batteries and get plenty of use out of either type of batteries. Depending on how often (and how long) you use the scanner, alkaline AA batteries should be good enough and the batteries could last you months. But you can also choose to use rechargeable batteries if you're a more frequent user of your handheld radio scanner.

Features and Specs

> The Uniden BCD436HP features a (FLQK) favorites list, temporary avoid, and also (SQK) System        and (DQK) Department/Site Quick Keys.

> Enhanced dynamic memory with narrowband reception and location-based scanning.

> Preemptive trunking priority and multi-site system support.

> Specific Area Message Encoding weather alerts with with USA/Canada radio database and fire tone-      out alert.

> Close Call RF capture with 4GB of memory.

You can also learn more about the Uniden BCD436HP, its pros and cons by viewing verified customer reviews on Amazon. The reviews, as a whole, are overwhelming positive. The customer reviews number at over 2,800 at the time of this writing.

To read the reviews with even more details, Click Here.

One of the 'cons' documented by a customer is that the display may scratch easily, but you can use spare smartphone screen protectors, cut to size, to protect the screen.

To end, the Uniden BCD436HP is an excellent replacement for any older model handheld radio scanners. In fact, you may even find it easier to use than your current handheld scanner.

Buy Now at Amazon.com

September 24, 2016

Massasoit - Great Sachem of the Wampanoag Confederacy

September 24, 2016
Massasoit - Great Sachem of the Wampanoag Confederacy
Massasoit, Osamequin, Yellow Feather, son of Wasanegin, was a member, and leader, of the Pokanoket (People of the First Light). It was his humanity and acts that aided the newly-arrived pilgrims at Plymouth to survive winter and the plantation's hardships of the following years. He had many negotiations and dealings with Plymouth and colonial leaders, including William Bradford, John Carver, Stephen Hopkins, Edward Winslow, and Myles Standish. A peace treaty, made on March 22nd, 1621, created an alliance that guaranteed peace between the Wampanoag and Plymouth, under Massasoit's word.
Massasoit statue plymouth 2007
By Gkullberg (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0
or GFDL], via Wikimedia Commons

This treaty also had the Wampanoag remaining as neutrals during the Pequot War. His word and dealings, with the Plymouth Colony, kept a sometimes unstable peace between the Colony and the Wampanoag for nearly half a century. It was a peace that also died along with Massasoit's death around the year 1661.

Born: (circa) 1580 near Sowans, Mount Hope, Rhode Island
Died: (circa) 1661 Sowans, Mount Hope, Bristol, Rhode Island



Learn More at:
http://mayflowerhistory.com/massasoit/
https://web.archive.org/web/20160410185739/http://mayflowerfamilies.com/?page_id=1818#P139

September 23, 2016

Rollin T. Grant Gulf Wilderness Park in Lockport, NY

September 23, 2016
Rollin T. Grant Gulf Wilderness Park in Lockport, NY
The Rollin T. Grant Gulf Wilderness Park is a rare jewel of nature in the northwest corner of the city of Lockport! Here is New York State's only full nature preserve on the Niagara Escarpment. The Niagara Frontier's premier destination for flora, fossils, wildlife, and rock study... In a true wilderness environment!

Features Indian Falls and numerous other natural sights.

Gulf Wilderness Park Sign

The Rollin T. Grant Gulf Wilderness Park is a true, unspoiled wilderness. There are trails but little other accommodations of the modern life. The location is on the south side of West Jackson Street (near the 5900 block) where there is limited auto parking. Within the park is a millstone originally used in a 19th Century paper mill on the north side of the Erie Barge Canal in Lockport (at the present location of Upson Park). It was transported to this site in 1972 with a plaque attached to it to recognize the donation of seven acres at the park entry by the family of Josephine McCollum Carveth. The poem on the plaque reminds us to look here for English violets in early to mid April.

Overview and History

Lockport New York Images of America
Lockport NY
Images of America
The Gulf Wilderness Park is a wooded ravine which was first cut out by a once raging river whose waters came from glacial melt during a warming cycle ten to fifteen thousand years ago. The glacier was formed during the latest of four glacial periods that covered much of North America and New York State two to three million years ago with ice sheets a mile or so thick.

The melting ice left vast bodies of water in the lowland. Glacial Lake Iroquois, the larger predecessor of Lake Ontario, was one. Its beaches are today represented by the plateau to the north of the escarpment here at Lockport.  In fact, U.S. Route 104 is built on the old beach ridge.

Glacial Lake Tonawanda lay to the south of Lockport between the Niagara Escarpment (goes through and divides Lockport) and the Onondaga Escarpment (which lies generally along Route 5 from the Buffalo city line through Amherst and Clarence--most dramatically noticed on Transit Road, heading north just past today's Eastern Hills Mall). The level plain between Lockport and Buffalo represents the bottom of Lake Tonawanda, with Tonawanda Creek being the remnant of the deepest part. Bear Ridge and Beach Ridge Roads were built along northerly dunes of the old lake.

Lake Tonawanda drained north into Lake Iroquois through outlet streams whose spillways eroded gorges through dolostone, shale, limestone, and sandstone strata.  The largest spillway was at Lewiston on the Niagara River (which eventually migrated south, developing into Niagara Falls). The second-largest spillway was here at Lockport and the Gulf Ravine is the exact location of this spillway. The third largest spillway out of the lake was near the present Cold Springs Road and the Lockport Town & Country Club golf course. There were lesser spillways to the east, including Gasport's Royalton Ravine and yet another just east of Medina. There was a slight west tilt to which favored more lake water going to the west.

As the level of Glacial Lake Tonawanda fell, flow of the outlets ceased except for local drainage and the Niagara River at Niagara Falls. With a greater initial flow the spillway at Lewiston-Niagara Falls cut more rapidly down the cap rock than falls at Lockport and points east. Finally when Lake Tonawanda fell below the level of the spillways at Lockport and points east, the falls here just dried up. Niagara Falls became the only outlet for the remains of Lake Tonawanda and for the output of the other Great Lakes.

The Alabama and Oak Orchard Swamps to the east and south of Lockport, and the overflowing ditches and creeks along roads in Amherst and Tonawanda during spring thaws are evidence that "old Lake Tonawanda" may not be completely drained yet. The West Branch of 18-Mile Creek, flowing through our Gulf Park, is all that remains of an ancient torrential stream.

Indian Falls Gulf Wilderness Park

Rocks and Fossils

Gulf Wilderness Park is an excellent location to study rock and formations and search for fossils.

Proof of the age of rock strata in Gulf Wilderness Park is found in the red sandstone surfaces of the Grimsby sandstone, where structures like intertwined ropes ("Arthrophycus") represent the fossil remains of worm burrows from the Silurian Period of about 430 million years ago. Fossils are also found in other rock layers in this park. One can look for crinoids, brachiopods, and corals.

Just east of the park property, along West Jackson Street, you can encounter an excellent display or two major rock formations being cut through in this area and notice the different weathering effect on each. The top layer is the "Medina group" of sandstone, while layers of (red) shale below it are of the Queenston group. As the shale begins to crumble it takes a course of turning into stone debris and eventually clay. The results can be easily seen at this location.

This stone display is equivalent to what you'd find through the Gulf ravine. At the bottom of the ravine, where most of the nature trails are routed, you'll find Grimsby sandstone formations and limestone.

John Keryk, who has explored this area intensively over the years advises fossil hunters, "Park near or at where the nature park is off West Jackson Street and head up-stream. The outcrops best are near stream level. Can also park by RR tracks. That used to be a good area for weathered fossils from the Clinton formation (at least until they re-graded the RR right of way). Still, west side of tracks one can find good examples of Clinton formation lying on the ground." See the map at the bottom of this page.

Wildflowers

The display of wildflowers and plants found in the park is unsurpassed in the area.  Spring, of course, is the best time to be looking for flowers. First come beautiful English violets. Also early are bloodroot, hepatica, and trillium. Later comes wild mint, leeks; then wild roses, jewelweed and doll's-eyes. Ferns are evident most of the year. In addition to the flowers, a wide variety of trees are found here.

Trees, Shrubs, & Vines

A wide variety of trees typical of the northeastern hardwood forest is found in Gulf Wilderness Park. Essential to the Gulf's life cycle are the many dead and dying trees. Birds, mammals, amphibians and reptiles are dependent in various ways on "snags" or standing dead trees. They are used for nesting, courting, mating, hibernating and as rich sources for foraging insects. Equally important are fallen logs that are essential for feeding, reproduction and protection. Fungi, algae and mosses thrive on the decaying wood.

Map Of Gulf Wilderness Park

Although you may enter Wilderness Park off of Niagara Street, near the railroad where the "parking" area is indicated on the map, the preferred entry for most will be off West Jackson Street. There are four separate nature trails through the park which are color-coded on a map at the entry points. The trails have no special individual significance except as reference points.



September 20, 2016

Clark's Gully Sacred Site in Naples, New York

September 20, 2016
Clark's Gully Sacred Site in Naples, New York
Clark’s Gully Phoenix Rising Hi Tor (Naples), NY - Hi Tor Wildlife Management Area

This article was originally written by Madis Senner and speaks of Clark's Gully as being a sacred site going back to ancient times before Europeans set foot here. A place that's being 'brought back to life' with renewed interest in spirituality and "pre-colonial" history. 

One of the many places of Prayer in Upstate NY.

Clark's Gully, in Naples, NY and 15 miles south of Canandaigua, at the southern end of Canandaigua Lake, has been a sacred site for a very long time. At the base of the gully one can find the visible remains (stones and rock formations) and the still glowing spiritual embers of several ancient civilizations. Clark's Gully provides the pilgrim with a unique opportunity to experience and add to the spirit of a variety of peoples that have prayed there before. It is also a testament to my belief that people are drawn to pray at the same place over and over again and that in doing so we add to the foundation of love and spirit placed there before.

Where the Seneca People Where Born

Clark's Gully lies at the base of South Hill, or Nundawao, where the Seneca people were born. According to legend it is at Nundawao that the earth divided and the Seneca people emerged. The Seneca’s refer to themselves as "Onodowaga," or "People of the Great Hill." The Senecas say that they were born at "Kanandague," or the chosen spot. This is from where Canandaigua Lake gets its name.

Clark's Gully is part of the NY DEC’s Hi Tor Fish and Wildlife Management Area. There are some other trails away from the gully. The gully itself is a very challenging climb with steep rock (shale) faces and covered with fallen trees. While the climb up South Hill along the ridge of the gully is challenging it is doable.

Spirit Keepers—Following the herd path along the creek, about a 100 yards up you will come upon several flat stones circled with round stones on your right--before the campfire area. I placed the stones to mark the sacred site. It sits on a stacked field of consciousness. As I have consistently stated the Spirit Keepers had an incredible knowledge of the earth, fields of consciousness and other earth phenomena and knew how to work with it all. They were extremely accurate in placing prayer/ceremonial sites on the most auspicious places, often on places of consciousness. This is also the case at Clark's Gully. The large manitou stone (East/right of the flat stones) was situated by them on a place of consciousness. Between the flat stones and large manitou stone there is a sacred circle surrounded by many of the original stones whose center is sunken.

Spend some time in meditation on the manitou stone, or other any other place in this field. This would be a great place to go if you are trying to sense consciousness.

Haudenosaunee—Right next to the spirit keepers site you will find two distinct wide and elongated piles of stones and a third one a little above the other two. They look like an extremely wide stone wall that has fallen down, they are not more than 6-12 inches high but are over 10 feet wide plus. They are in fact the remains of three long houses.

I have spoken to a few experts about this and they tell me that it is very rare and unusual to find a long house with a large stone component. This could have to do with the age and the special significance of Clark's Gully to the Seneca people. My dowsing rods traced out the spiritual embers (energy lines--prayer can attract energy and leave dowse able energy lines) of the long houses. You can find the remains of another long house just to the east at the top of the ridge, about 50 feet up.

Within the lodges there are the spiritual embers of several altars and sacred fires. Look for the larger stones. The greater part of both lodges are contained within the field of consciousness. If you don’t have dowsing rods look for larger flat stones to be possible altars. They would be a good place to do ceremony or meditate.

The large stone next to the spirit keepers site appears to have been a spirit keepers place and also located in the long house. Spend some time there or on one of the other larger stones.

Stone Circles—Just east of the long houses before the foot of the ridge you will see several groups of large (1-3 feet in height) stones. If you look closely you will notice that some of the stones appear to be grouped together in circles.

A dowsing of the stones, tracing out the energy lines, showed that they were in fact aligned in circles. There appears to be a total of 10 small circles there.

I could not determine the significance of why the stones were located there and not some place else other than the proximity to the Spirit Keepers Site and the stacked field of consciousness. I believe that the civilization that aligned the stones was pre-Haudenosaunee and post Spirit Keepers.

Stone Circles--There are several other sacred circles we have re-constructed using flat stones to replicate what was there previously. Do not be swayed by the campfires that can look like circles. Since we first posted Clark's Gully someone has created a small monument--no doubt influenced by the air of the place.

East of the recently constructed stone monument you will find the stone remains of a third long house. At the southern tip of the remains you will find an intact ceremonial circle.

Continuing up the mini ravine east of the third long house you will see a 2 ½ ft. high by 3 ft. in diameter stone that is part of a ceremonial circle. Continue walking up, you will shortly cross a herd path and you will see a large 2 ft. X 2 ft. stone that is 1 ft. high. It sits on a single field of consciousness.

Upper Clark's Gully--South Hill

There is a ridge above the creek bed that contains numerous sacred sites. You can either walk up the steep ridge next to stone circles or take the old dirt road that begins by intersection of Sunnyside and West Roads near the bridge. To read about those sites go to: Upper Clark's Gully-South Hill

More To Be Revealed

It is apparent that there is a lot more to Clark's Gully. My experience is that it takes time to know a place and that bits and pieces are revealed over time.

We found no distinct identity to the place. This may have to do with the smorgasboard of civilizations that have prayed at Clark's Gully and the spiritual neglect of several hundred years. The very strongly positive geographic samskara surrounding the stones is a testament to what went on there before. There is a very strong foundation of spirituality that we can build upon.

Finding Clark's Gully

To get to Clark's Gully take Route 364 south from Canandaigua. At Middlesex, you will turn right onto Route 245 going south, take a right on to Sunnyside, about 4.5 miles down 245. Just before you cross West End Avenue you will see a Hi Tor parking area—park there. You can continue for another 100 yards and cross West Avenue and park at the three un-marked parking areas just after West Avenue. You should be aware that the driveway-like parking areas are on private property. Clark's Gully is accessed near the intersection of Sunnyside Rd and West Ave in the town of Naples.

When we surveyed Clark's Gully on Labor Day weekend in 2007 it was bone dry.

Related Links:

http://hi-torstone.blogspot.com/

http://nyfalls.com/waterfalls/lower-clarks-gully/ - Read the section titled, "History" to view their take on the sacred site legend.

https://web.archive.org/web/20091021151114/http://geocities.com/falzguy.geo/clark-gully.html

September 18, 2016

Bruce Springsteen's Dancing in the Dark

September 18, 2016
Bruce Springsteen's Dancing in the Dark
The first time Bruce Springsteen's Dancing in the Dark had an impact on me was around the age of nineteen. Of course, i'd heard the song prior but the lyrics only hit me when i was watching the 1997 film Lawn Dogs on IFC. Which is an incredible film, by the way. The film pulled me in and the effect of the song, paired with the film's environment, had me paying attention to the lyrics for the first time. Looking back, 2000 was like a whole different era and time. Both the song and film still have an impact on me and bring me back to summer of 2000, if only in momentary glimpses.



And two excellent covers:

Tegan and Sara



Marit Larsen


September 16, 2016

Creative Crafts, Foods, and Decoration Ideas for Autumn and Halloween

September 16, 2016
Creative Crafts, Foods, and Decoration Ideas for Autumn and Halloween

Decorations for Autumn and Halloween

Better Homes and Gardens slideshow has 30 Fall and Halloween decorations, centered around pumpkins and gourds, with complete instructions. My favorites are the Pumpkin Garland, the Wheelbarrow Pumpkin Welcoming Display, Pumpkins on Candlesticks, Flowered Pumpkins, Pumpkin Luminaries, Mini-Pumpkin Wreath, Carved Gourd, and especially the Golden Gourds.

http://www.bhg.com/halloween/outdoor-decorations/gourds-pumpkins-uses

Instructables endless collection of Halloween and autumn crafts, decorations, foods, and otherwise. Made by the extremely talented individuals who are members of their website. Click any of the links to check out the wide collection of creations there.

http://www.instructables.com/howto/Halloween
http://www.instructables.com/howto/Autumn
http://www.instructables.com/howto/halloween+food
http://www.instructables.com/howto/halloween+props
http://www.instructables.com/howto/halloween+costumes
http://www.instructables.com/howto/halloween+decor
http://www.instructables.com/howto/autumn+decor

Halloween Decorations

35 ideas for Halloween silhouettes for your windows. Each and every one of these are my favorites but i don't have enough room (nor windows) for them all. The ones i like the most are the tree with the string lights, pumpkins, moon, and bats, the Nightmare Before Christmas Oogie Boogie character one, the one with giant spiders, fake spider webs, and the skeleton walking skeleton dogs, the large skull in the middle of the tall triple windows, the witch in the window with her cauldron and the green backlit windows with cutouts and glowing green eggs.

http://www.shelterness.com/25-ideas-to-decorate-windows-with-silhouettes-on-halloween/

Here's a collection of 20 Halloween decorations on the DIY sections of about. The floating candles decor is a very good idea, and some of my other favorites are the weathered tombstones, black dripping wax battery-powered tealight candles and the illuminated ghost garland. Each entry there links to full tutorials.

http://diy.about.com/od/DIY-Holidays/ss/20-DIY-Halloween-Decorations.htm

Lastly, here is a blog full of all sorts of Halloween ideas and inspiration. While not as active as it once was, you'll still find plenty here, going back to 2008. You'll find photos of the Halloween decorations that the author has placed in and around their home. All of which are creative and lit perfectly for the eerie "Halloween" look and feel. They also link to blogs containing even more Halloween-related crafts and decorations.

http://grimhollowhaunt.blogspot.com

September 12, 2016

5 Popular Myths About LED Streetlights

September 12, 2016
5 Popular Myths About LED Streetlights
International Dark-Sky Association - 5 Popular Myths About LED Streetlights
The rapid changes in LED lighting technology have given rise to an LED retrofit revolution. Across the globe, municipalities are opting to switch out their older street lighting to new, more energy-efficient LEDs. Unfortunately, these changes have also given rise to misinformation about LEDs, dark skies, safety and the environment.
Empire State Building Night Light Pollution Skyglow
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The fact is that LED lighting does not reduce light pollution. Not at all. Energy efficiency does not translate to smarter usage either. Their energy efficiency actually leads to the usage of more LED lighting on streets and in public areas, increasing light pollution to levels higher than previous times, using older 'lighting technology'.

LED street lighting also tends to increase glare and can make it more dangerous for drivers and pedestrians alike at night. On top of that, the wavelength of white LED lighting is in the blue wavelength, making skyglow worse. This is true even when the lighting is shielded. Two other myths about LED lighting is that it discourages crime and increases traffic safety by lighting the streets more thoroughly.

The final myth is that they're better for the environment. Sure, the can be if they're used in a limited manner and cities don't go overboard in their usage. Facts show that the lower the costs of lighting in public places, per "fixture", the more of said lighting is put up. Which negates the purpose of cost savings and environmental friendliness in the first place. Also, while not as toxic as CFLs, LEDs still contain heavy metals and that could become a future problem.

All in all, the overuse of LED lighting is quickly becoming an issue and its beginning to affect nature in a negative way. It is a form of 'visible/invisible' pollution that's out of mind, while not being out of sight.

Yes, the "default" blue spectrum of LED lighting is having a negative affect on wildlife, plant life, and even on humans. To have lighting be "better for the environment", light pollution has to be taken into consideration, becoming a concern, and more has to be done to address it.

Inform yourself and your community by read (and/or printing) the materials at http://darksky.org/resources/public-outreach-materials/

Additional Information:
http://spie.org/newsroom/1015-led-light-pollution
http://www.universetoday.com/107372/leds-light-pollution-solution-or-night-sky-nemesis/

September 10, 2016

Legend of Murder Creek in Akron, New York - The Tragedy of Ah-weh-hah

September 10, 2016
Legend of Murder Creek in Akron, New York - The Tragedy of Ah-weh-hah

Murder Creek, Akron NY

The village of Akron, in Erie County, Western New York, has a rich history. Though a larger part of that history surrounds Murder Creek. One event in Murder Creek's history is about the murder of Nellie May Connors by 17-Year-Old Sadie McMullen on October 31st of 1890, when she threw the girl off a bridge across Murder Creek. McMullen also attempted to kill Delia Brown, but Brown survived the fall. It's also said that Sadie McMullen looked to commit suicide and wanted to take others with her. Sources: chroniclingamerica.loc.gov and Sadie McMullen Another legend involving Murder Creek is fiction, an online-only story written by jxmartin

The main legend centers around a man named John Dolph, his wife, and Ah-weh-hah, as recounted in "The life of General Ely S. Parker: last grand sachem of the Iroquois and General Grant's military secretary" by Arthur Caswell Parker. It's said that the entry in A.C. Parker's book was from The Haunted Corners by Uriah Cummings. Read the comments at that link for more information and how to get a copy of the pdf.

Uriah Cummings
Uriah Cummings
Also, an article scan in the Lockport, N.Y. Union-Sun And Journal, Thursday, January 4, 1968

In the spring of the early '20 's a white man named John Dolph came from the Mohawk country and built his cabin a stone's throw from the Wai-ont-hah. Here Dolph with Peter Van Deventer intended to build a saw-mill. 

On a certain October evening, Mr. Dolph spread his mill plans on his kitchen table in order to discuss them with his  good wife, who was rocking the baby boy in a cradle near the fire. Suddenly a piercing shriek was heard in the woods outside. The agonizing cry was repeated again and sounded nearer. Flinging open the door Dolph saw the figure of an Indian girl rushing toward his cabin. Dashing in, she fell to the floor moaning breathlessly, "Oh, save me, save me!" 

Dolph closed and barred the door and had no sooner done so than the burly voice of a man was heard and then the clamor of his fists on the door. "Let me in! Let me in!" he cried as he threw his weight against it. 

"You can't come in by trying in any such way," called out Dolph, at the same time motioning his wife to conceal the Indian girl. 

Mrs. Dolph lifted up a trap door and led the trembling girl into the mouth of a cavern. Dolph, with musket in hand, then advanced to the door and asked the intruder what business he had. 

"My name is Sanders," said the man, "and that girl is a prisoner, whom I am to deliver to the authorities at Grand river, Canada. Her father, a chief placed her in my hands, because she is wayward and wishes to marry a bad Indian. Now let me in, gentleman, please." 

Mr. Dolph unbarred the door and the stranger entered, looked around but saw no sign of his prey. Glancing upward he saw an attic opening and a ladder leading to it. Dolph handed him a lighted candle and somewhat nervously Sanders went up but soon came down, angry and excited. 

"Give up that girl, she's here, I saw her come in," he snarled. "Where is your cellar?" he asked, glancing down at the floor. 

Dolph removed a bit of carpet, handed the stranger a candle and bade him descend, but he found no trace of the girl and no visible outlet of escape, save to the room above.  He flew into a rage and muttering threats as he came up the ladder, "she shall not escape me; I shall find her yet," he exclaimed as he walked out into the darkness, to watch if he could any suspicious actions at the house. 

It was not long before he saw Mr. and Mrs. Dolph creep down the side of the gorge and enter a clump of bushes. 

Sanders had said that he was going to Canfield Tavern on the Buffalo road, and thus Dolph did not believe he was watched. He scanned the path, the woods and stream, but saw no one. A dark figure in the shadow of a great pine escaped his eye. So together the Dolphs went out and crept into the outside entrance of the cavern, which lay a few rods north of the falls, part way down on the right bank.  Looking around again in the darkness they satisfied themselves that they were unobserved. The October moon, though bright, could not pierce the depths beneath the autumn foliage. They entered the chamber, stooped low and crept on until they came to a high-arched cavern. There they saw the Indian girl, asleep from pure exhaustion. At the sound of a foot-fall she awakened and in wild-eyed alarm exclaimed, "Where is he?" Mrs. Dolph allayed the girl's fears and drew from her the story of her unhappy adventure. Mr. Uriah Cummings, long the local historian of Akron, relates this strange tale as he found it  in Mr. Dolph 's own records. We draw upon his version for the girl's story.

Lower Falls, Akron NY

"My name," said the girl, "is Ah-weh-hah, which in the language of the pale-face is Wild-rose. My home is near Spirit Lake, under the cliff about a mile below the Tonawanda Falls. I live there with my aged father, who is a chief of the Senecas and his name is Go-wah-na, meaning 'The Great Fire.' 
"My mother has been dead several years, and my poor old father has just been murdered by that dreadful man Sanborn, from whom I had escaped when you opened your door and allowed me to enter. 

"For more than a year this dreadful man has been hovering around Spirit Lake trying to get a chance to  talk with me. He has urged me to marry him, but my Gray Wolf, my Tah-yoh-ne, is very dear to me and I was to become his wife very soon. But this man Sanders declared to me, that sooner than see me the wife of the Seneca brave, he would murder me and all who stood in his way. 

"My father, thinking to avoid trouble, said he would take me to the Cattaraugus Nation where I would be among friends and Tah-yoh-ne could join me there, and thus could we be free from the annoyance of Sanders' threats and entreaties. 

"I have had much to do to restrain Tah-yoh-ne from meeting this vile man Sanders. By much entreaty I have induced Tah-yoh-ne to do no harm to the wicked monster, for should they meet and should the pale-face fall, the authorities would not listen to anything we might say in defense of my brave Tah-yoh-ne. They would say he was guilty of murder and must be punished. 

"It was this morning that my dear father came to me  and told me to prepare for a journey to Cattaraugus.

"Soon all was ready and we started on foot, taking the old trail, the Wah-ah-gwen-ne, leading on to Te-os-ah-wah, a place called 'Buffalo' by your people. 

"We had reached the De-on-go-te Gah-hun-da and had sat down to rest and listen to the wondrous Gah-sko- sah-dah, when suddenly we saw the man Sanders close upon the trail behind us. 

"My poor aged father trembled with fear and apprehension, for he saw the look of wicked triumph in the hard face; and the offensive manner of the cruel intruder boded nothing but evil for us." 

After a brief interval in which the young Indian girl had indulged in paroxysms of grief and anguish, Mrs. Dolph had taken her hand and endeavored to soothe and quiet her, she at last continued her painful story. 

"Suddenly the entire manner of the man was changed. He seemed to have relented, and was sorry for his past conduct. 

"He smilingly came forward and extending one hand to my poor old father and his other hand to me, he said he wished us to banish from our minds entirely all thoughts of evil intent on his part; that he had made up his mind to cease trying to persuade me to marry him; that he hoped I would be happy with the brave Tah-yoh-ne; that he had decided to leave all behind him, and seek a home in the far West and there try to forget his great love for me; that he hoped all would be forgiven and forgotten; and that even now he was on his way to the great unknown West; he had not thought of seeing us again, but now that we were going in the same direction, he would do all he could to make us remember this journey with pleasure. 

"The man spoke so pleasantly that we were deceived as you shall soon learn. 

"My father was so pleased at the turn of affairs that he invited Sanders to journey as far as On-tar-o-ga, today; he said that as soon as we reached that 'place of hills and rocks' we would build our campfire, prepare our evening meal and there rest until morning. To all this Sanders readily assented. 

"And now as the details were settled, we lingered long at the De-on-go-te Ga-hun-da. 

"The moon came up bright and clear; the thunder of the Gah-sko-sah-dah came rolling down the valley and the time passed pleasantly, as Mr. Sanders can be very entertaining whenever he chooses to be. 

Moon Rising

"Finally we resumed our journey. We followed the Wah-ah-gwen-ne westward and came on up through the valley of the Wun-ne-pa-tuc and on up the trail leading westerly out of the valley, and on to the hills of On-tar-o-ga. Presently we came to the accustomed camping-place and soon we had a fire started and our evening meal disposed of, and my dear father sat before the fire contented and happy.

I had arisen and was looking eastward when I thought I saw a light across the head of the valley and not far away. At that instant I heard a blow struck, followed by  a groan, and quickly turning I saw my poor father lying prostrate on the ground, face downward, with that fiend Sanborn standing over him with an uplifted club in his hands. 

"With the look of a demon the brute sprang toward me intent upon murdering me also. With a shriek of despair and desperation I tied into the forest with the mad man close behind me, brandishing his club and vowing he would brain me. As I ran, it came to me about seeing the light through the trees, and as well as I could I fled in the direction of the light. I ran until I came upon the bridge over the Wun-ne-pa-tuc and there your light was in plain view, and I gathered up all my remaining strength and as I ran I cried, 'Save me,' when your door was suddenly opened for me with the fiend not ten steps behind me. You know the rest." 

Ah-weh-hah was a beautiful maiden, so the Dolphs thought, so during her story, they resolved to keep and protect her. She was tall, and her perfect teeth, her soft reddish brown complexion, her expressive black eyes and her long black hair betokened an Indian maiden of the finest type. Her refined manner and soft voice indicated that she had been carefully trained as a woman of the ho-ya-neh class.  

Mr. Cummings, who gives her conversation from the Dolph records, says it may seem incredible that this young Indian girl should have a command of English but he believes that Mr. Dolph 's records must be correct. The real answer is that Ah-weh-hah was a student in the mission school at Tonawanda. where the Seneca youth obtained the rudiments of an English education. 

The old chief, whose name no previous historian has given, was Big Fire, a veteran of the War of 1812. His body was found by Mr. Dolph in exactly the same spot as described by the girl. There too, he found the smouldering remains of the campfire. Ever since the day of his murder the cross-trail there has been known as the Haunted Corners. The spot is at the east side of Cummings Park. 

Dolph after his horrible discovery took the trail for his partner's tavern. When morning came Van Deventer and Dolph buried the remains of the victim of Sander's treachery. The murderer had taken the Buffalo stage at midnight. 

When Dolph returned home he found the Indian girl delirious. The news of the tragedy and of Ah-weh-hah's escape had reached the ears of the Indians and Tah-yoh-ne hastened to the refuge of his unhappy sweetheart. Ah-weh-hah was overjoyed at seeing Gray Wolf and begged that he go with her to the grave of her father. So together they journeyed over the trail until they stood by the newly made mound. Here, together they chanted the death song, as a last token of their affection. A grave fire was lighted and the sacred tobacco incense rose to lift the burden of their prayer to the Maker-of-All.  

While thus absorbed in their funeral devotions, a sudden step was heard and Sanders jumped from the underbrush, ax in hand. Wolf grabbed his tomahawk and then began a terrible struggle. Losing their weapons in the fray each grabbed their hunting-knives and tore each other's flesh until the blood ran down in gushing streams. Then came a pause and the white man fell backward, dead. 

Prostrate, and sickened by the awful sight, lay the girl. Wolf tried to speak but his lips were sealed. He was too weak to comfort his horrified sweetheart, and she too weak from the shock to rise to go to him. He staggered forward and fell. He too had perished at the graveside of her father. With an agonized cry that pierced the forests depths she gave vent to her horror and grief. Mr. Dolph heard the cry and ran the quarter mile to find what new tragedy had occurred. There he found the unhappy Wild Rose, on her knees, swaying back and forth as she moaned between her sobs the death chant. As she looked upward at Dolph her grief-stricken expression revealed such a depth of sorrow that he records that he felt her mind must soon give way. 

As she followed him back to his cabin his fears he found were realized. She was incoherent and dazed. Dolph, with the help of a neighbor, buried the two bodies, the Wolf near the Chief and the white man's a little to one side. 

Often the Wild Rose would visit the graves of her father and lover to weep and to chant her grief. Mr. Dolph recorded her song as he heard it : 

"Oh, my Gray Wolf, my Tah-yoh-ne, 
Do you hear the Wild Rose calling, 
Hear the song of your Ah-weh-hah, 
Hear her tell you how her heart aches? 
Why did not the brave Tah-yoh-ne 
Take his lonely Wild Rose with him. 
O, come back, my own Tah-yoh-ne, 
For my heart is breaking, breaking. 

You will wait for me, my Gray Wolf. 
For I soon shall come to join you. 
O, my Gray Wolf, my Tah-yoh-ne, 
Hear the voice of your Ah-weh-hah, 
Only wait a few days longer 
And I then will walk beside you."

When one day the Dolphs missed the Wild Rose they went out to the graveyard so tragically called into existence and there they found her, lying upon the grave of Gray Wolf, lying cold and lifeless. And so beside his grave they buried her. Many were the sincere tears they shed as their tender sympathies reached out in grief for the unhappy Ah-weh-hah.

Now as in former days the lover of midnight strolls may hear the voices of the two lovers as they wander over the modern dust of the ancient trail. The ghosts of the father and the murderers never come back to earth--they who come are only the spirits of the lovers whom destiny forbade a marriage in the earth life, but whom death united in a bond that the years have not broken. 
The Haunted Corners by Uriah Cummings
Excerpt from The Haunted Corners by Uriah Cummings
For many years the story of Big Fire's murder was told at the Parker fireside and the tale of the unhappy Ah-weh-hah never failed to bring tears to the eyes of those who heard it. It had one moral to the Indians; it was: "Look out for white man." But as ever, the warning was in vain^ for as the traditions run, "White man very cunning, he get you pretty soon." 

The tragedy of Ah-weh-hah was the tragedy of the people. The white man was on their trail. The "land sharks" had found them, and a life and death struggle for their homes was in progress. The child Ely passed quickly from the old stories, the ancient traditions of his people, to these new stories of wrong. As a child the need of a decisive action had often to be met, and it seemed to have found him ready. 

Because of the unhappy conditions among his people Ely, when ten years old, decided to run away. The whole nation was in the utmost confusion. By a system of high-handed fraud every foot of land the Seneca s had was signed away and the order came, "March West." The stoutest heart felt the clutching of emotions that could not "be concealed. There were bickerings and quarrelings and the people were in a pitiful situation. Ely did not wish to stay in a country where confusion, deceit and trickery existed. He resolved to go to Canada where the followers of Brant lived, and to join the Six Nations band on the  Grand river. His father consented and he went, accompanied by an older man, a friend of his father. 



Translated Meanings and/or Definitions:

De-on-go-te - Place of Hearing

Gah-sko-sah-dah - Name for the Akron Falls, previously called Falkirk Falls when the 'town' of Falkirk existed.

De-on-go-te Gah-hun-da / Murder Creek - Previous names: Sulphur Creek and See-Un-Gut (Roar of Distant Waters)

Wah-ah-gwen-ne - An old trail used by the Iroquois used to reach Buffalo (Te-os-ah-wah)

Wai-ont-hah - Beautiful Falls, Seneca name for Akron Falls

Wun-ne-pa-tuc - Mohegan-Algonkin name for Akron Falls, meaning "Beautiful Waterfall"

More about Ely Parker and regional WNY history and places of interest

Published Works of Erie County history and the history of Western New York


September 6, 2016

The Wiregrass Trail in Southeastern Georgia

September 06, 2016
The Wiregrass Trail in Southeastern Georgia
The State of Georgia's Scenic Shortcut

The best-kept secret of travelers in Georgia, Highway 57, is its fastest and most scenic way to get from Macon to The Golden Isles. Beginning at exit 22 on I-16, it passes through exit 11 on I-95 and ends on Highway 17. The Wiregrass Trail will not only shave 42 miles and 30 minutes off of your trip, it also allows you to take a quiet trip past antique stores and Revolutionary War sites, over glinting rivers and through historic coastal hamlets and family farms. Let your mind unwind as you save a little time. Take the Wiregrass Trail. You'll arrive relaxed, not ragged from the rough ride.

Aline - As you turn off the interstate, now would be a good time to stretch your legs, tank up the car and be sure you speak to the rheas, burro and goats at the pond. They'll bring you good luck. There is a large kiosk here to greet you at the Wiregrass Chevron with plenty of information on where to go and what to see on your relaxing journey through southeast Georgia.

Wiregrass Trail Information Kiosk - Pine Glades Natural Area

Cobbtown One of the cleanest small towns in America. People take pride here in many of the turn of the century homes and buildings. On your left, you will see the fully restored Coleman Hotel where one of the original "Lucky Strike" girls resides. You will also find the barter & trading post still doing business and The Cobbtown "Mall" with self & full serve pumps. Right outside you will notice lily pad laden watering holes and large fields of green. Look a little closer and you will see that you are passing through one of the largest producing areas of Vidalia onions in the world!

Reidsville Some sites that you won't want to miss include Big Hammock Wildlife Management Area, which runs along the Altamaha River, The Gordonia Altamaha State Park, or The Ohoopee Dunes at the Ohoopee River. Stop by the Alexander Hotel and find out why Reidsville is "Friendship City USA". Now is a good time to check in with some of our fine eateries in town.

Glennville A must see is the Armstrong Cricket Farm, the largest in the world! Find out how they raise pine seedlings at the Rayonier Regeneration Facility or visit the Glenville-Tattnall Museum. As you drive through, you will note the unique stores, historic homes, and a 75-foot mural depicting life in the early 1900s. You will also appreciate the long stretches of pecan and peach groves just outside of town. When the season is right, plan to stop a moment at one our roadside fruit and vegetable stands or the Farmers Market and pickup some goodies to keep your tummy happy.

Ludowici One of the State's most beautiful  areas, Beards Bluff Campground, has everything you need to make you want to stay forever. History buffs will want to visit Jones Creek Church. In town, You may notice some of the older homes have red tile roofs. These are made from the local clay, and were quite popular throughout the world  earlier in the century. Ludowici received its name from the man who invented the celadon tile as well as being the home of the factory that made them. A large hand-painted mural depicting the transition of history from the early Indians to life in the mid century covers the wall of a building across from the old train depot. The old well pavilion and earlier homes still stand as a testament to the life of bustling railroad town here at the turn of the century.

Darien At Darien, Georgia's second oldest city, you have reached the Gateway to the Golden Isles. You may want to stop at the Outlet Malls here on I-95 before you head on to your final destination. With so much to see here why not take a minute to enjoy the view of the marshes, the islands, Fort King George, or the beautifully historic city of Darien itself? You deserve it.

Along the Trail, you'll see fertile fields of World Famous Vidalia Sweet Onions and cool orchards of pecans and peaches, all for sale at roadside stands. The kids will spot flocks of wild turkeys and lone deer grazing under moss-bearded oaks. You'll see turn-of-the-century courthouses, classic Main Street architecture, and graceful homes.

Historic churches point steeples to smog-free blue skies, and historic markers tell of Revolutionary War forts and Civil War heroes. Signs point to state parks where you can picnic by the lake, let the kids romp, or stretch your legs with a paddle boat ride or a round of golf. You'll glimpse roadside murals that depict life a century ago and fully restored Victorian buildings. You can explore museums, wildlife management areas, or the tabby ruins on the scenic waterfront. Or just keep driving while you enjoy the scenery and yourself on The Wiregrass Trail.

September 5, 2016

Living Ghosts - Eclipse

September 05, 2016
Living Ghosts - Eclipse
This story has been sitting on computer for years. So, i may as well post it somewhere.

I silently walked beside her footsteps along the long water's edge of that beach. I could say, I suppose, it was another just another lonely day, amongst many, finished nearly at sunset. The only existence there being the sounds of waves gently reaching this Atlantic oceanfront. The saline scent of that ocean keeps the good memories. Whether it was off the coast of Massachusetts or Florida. The Atlantic was there at some, any, and all points in time. To tell me that beyond that water lies so much undiscovered. That it’s reflection of the sky itself is the reflection of the depths of the universe. On the surface of waves are millions of galaxies.

Just like those in her eyes under the far-off moonlight. And the dreams they tell me of my place. That what we were, is what we are; what we’re going to be. Who I was is, who I am, and everything she loved about me and all that circularity. Or perhaps it was clarity. It was that day in 1882 when I arrived to realize life. It was clear that all the moments are less about how they’re spent and more about whom you spend them with. Oddly, I came to realize this when I was alone. When I looked back, her footprints were never there. Apart from those I saw within my mind; footprints washed away by the waves and winds over 100 years ago. My soul is much older, by far, than myself.

drifting moon after midnight

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One day, she told me, that she’d only be a ghost in my memory. She knew He’d come in the night like a thief. With each passing day she tried to ease me into the unavoidable eventuality; the prediction of her death. That He’d come to take her away in the silence. The story of my life reborn and it’s why I care so much now in this life. I've been here before and the flashes remind me. The dreams remind me. The memories remind me.

It was somewhere around 1877 and in Iowa. A small town, distant from "civilization" by today's measures, though even back then it was in the middle of nowhere. Yet it wasn't the desolate nowhere that you may imagine. No, it was the closest you could come to heaven. The main road sparsely decorated with small bushes of carnations and flowering cherry trees here and there. While massive oaks created tree lines some dozen yards behind the buildings.

All those buildings, the restaurant, the merchantile, the businesses, all the long-gone homes themselves. Visions of these things, the details have become fuzzy over the years I was alive, though not born yet. Still, I have slight glimpses of faces of people I once knew, in others greetings.

Yet she's the one that hasn't faded from my memory.

She and I used to sit under that starlight, cycling natural verses through our minds. Best defined, reading them off the ridges of the falling leaves in autumns. That and within the hopes in prophecies, telling of those who will speak words which will restore the hope.

And here I am today still waiting and wondering. Is she still there, in that past life, still living her days with my former self, who I’m not now, as if time never went forward. The hours dropped, the clock has stopped, nine past never. Perhaps another dimension of myself, I am still by her side in that paradise pondering the days and their meanings. Still frames.

And there were the stars. In the night sky, does she see the same stars i do?

Or has enough time passed that they're taken for granted? Like you, would you only notice them when they’re gone?

Under that starlight way back then, that was our home. I didn't feel at home unless I was with her and she with I. Yes, I suppose, she was my home. The depths of which she had in her soul were especially more protective than that aged cabin that I lived in on the edge of town way back then. I was living alone at the age of sixteen, doing small chores for neighbors, going through schooling and having thanks what appreciated charitability i received from others in that town.

Yet, my most enjoyable moments were with her in the still of night. The two of us making wishes on those falling stars. One after another after another. Running through the tall grass, spotting fireflies like we were children. How the scent of the summer air changed as the sun went down. As the grass became dewy. Imagine it, that scent of moisture after a semi-humid day that becomes comfortable in the light of the pink sunset.

The places of dreams you wish you could capture to live again when you’re down.

You run through the grass in your bare feet as the it scrunches beneath them with the softness of feathers. It’s a sound you usually ignore. Yet, it has a calming effect after a sunset. Nature casts its spell and we'd unknowingly adapt to its magic where time froze forever; to capture what we knew one day would be our fading light together.

It was in those times that i would be in her company. Everyone would tell us that we knew nothing of love at sixteen. That we were too young but maybe they were just too old to remember. We’d sit against the western side of the merchantile watching that sun dip below the horizon, night after night, and just lie on our backs. We'd spot stars until, worked up towards the liveliness they delivered and stayed up until we crashed into sleep. Within the dim life-light of the oil lamps lining the streets, was our home.

The most amazing nights would be those of late June and early July as the moon was low in the sky with its dull orange tint. We'd stay throughout the night, after our active days of work, close under that wide sky. Staying close, it was not for the warmth but just for the comfort. That comfort I've hardly felt since then. It was the comfort with her that made me feel so damn alive. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I miss those days with her. That life with her. One that I held on to as long as I could.

And I gladly remember the fact that our flame never burned out.

A couple years passed with us doing what’d we’d always done; staying young. Yet now here we were at eighteen and at the beginning of our long-since-started adulthood. And everything was expected of us, as it always had been. Yet, no one had ever been there for us our whole lives. Other than our own strength. So all we expected were each other; nothing less and nothing more. Nothing more would be the truth though.

That last night she and i stood outside in front of a campfire and made the most of the conversation. All i could do is hold back sadness, for i knew what the sunrise held. She’d be gone just as the sun sparkles' danced in the dew on every blade of grass. We didn't speak much of anything, especially not of the arrival, and instead just held each other close.

Hour after hour went by and I began to tear up just as the light began to form from the horizon. The fire was burning down to nothing and all we could do was to have our final dance. I remember whispering into her ear, “I’ll never forget you” and seeing that smile upon her face and the twilight hue'd blue of her eyes. And I wanted to hold onto her tighter than i ever had to prevent her from ever leaving. Yet, I knew deep down that was not possible. No matter how hard I held onto her she’d never be able to stay.

Then came the last moments still hanging in the air, captured in a recording within my mind, of her final moments. We stopped dancing and she simply just looked at me and fell from herself. That was it and I couldn't help but let all the water bleed from my eyes. The salinity that welled up throughout the night was now soaking my face. And i knew that her weakened heart had failed.

I had no choice to move on after spending lonely years in that town; unaccepted and unexceptional.

And now 100 or so years later I’m here in what seems like social desolation once again. Following illusionary footsteps on this beach at sunrise; only within. Nothing’s hiding my scars of time. The ones i was born with and the experiences with tragedy. All in all it’s those things that have shown me life is worth living. Even in the moments of late night salinity and fragility that we all have. When you’re in bed tossing and turning, sometimes teary-eyed and frustrated, with a static mind having thoughts full of them. It’s natural to try to find the face behind broken smiles. The one most like us inside.

With these thoughts, I look up to the total lunar eclipse of this night, the moon fully illuminating again from its shadow. The rust-red fades out and those visions of her, alive in this time and place, also fade. Was she truly here?
Until the next eclipse, Abi, until next time. 

Write your own story based on a prompt: Eclipse

September 3, 2016

Retro 1920s Halloween Party Ideas - Dennison's Bogie Book

September 03, 2016
Retro 1920s Halloween Party Ideas - Dennison's Bogie Book
Hallowe'en, the night of October thirty-first, is the one time of all the year when an opportunity is supposed to be given for looking into the future and having one's fate settled for the coming twelve months.

Why not invite your friends to a Hallowe'en party and join in the fun of trying some of the time-  honored ways of finding out what the future holds in store? 

The traditions of this eerie night never change, but there are new ways of adapting them for parties, new  ways of decorating, new forms of playing  the old games and  tricks that will help make the Hallowe'en party really successful. (excerpt from the book)

If you're looking for a unique approach and unique, retro-inspired ideas for Halloween decorations, and especially a Halloween party, then this book will definitely give you plenty of ideas. In fact, it'll give you ideas to celebrate the whole autumn season. As the book puts it in its own introduction, "A Book of Suggestions for Decorating and Entertaining at Hallowe'en, Harvest Time and Thanksgiving." 



Decorations similar to those featured in the book

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