Monday, July 29, 2013

The Riddler

Here's a little something for you to do while you are waiting for more history. My wife used to love to solve these riddles, but now she just tries to stay ahead of working at our store. It's kind of a riddle in itself. 




There are no tricks, just pure logic, so good luck and don't give up. 

1. In a street there are five houses, painted five different colours. 
2. In each house lives a person of different nationality 
3. These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke different brand of cigar and keep a different pet. 



1. The Brit lives in a red house. 
2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets. 
3. The Dane drinks tea. 
4. The Green house is next to, and on the left of the White house. 
5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee. 
6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds. 
7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill. 
8. The man living in the centre house drinks milk. 
9. The Norwegian lives in the first house. 
10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats. 
11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill. 
12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer. 
13. The German smokes Prince. 
14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house. 
15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.

Hints from me: 
1- It really is easy if you have a logical mind.
2-Make a chart.
3-You don't have to be Einstein to solve it

I'm not going to post the answer for a few days because some people cheat!

answer, click on link below:

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Gathering

This painting (circa 1872) by John Gast called American Progress, is an allegorical representation of the modernization of the new west. Here Columbia, a personification of the United States, leads civilization westward with American settlers, stringing telegraph wire as she sweeps west; she holds a school book. The different stages of economic activity of the pioneers are highlighted and, especially, the changing forms of transportation.

There seems to have been a great gathering of the old regulars here lately. It feels good. Fred has been over here lately trying to "Stick a fork in me" for being a dead blog. Hummmpphh!

I have often said that I've heard at least five versions of every old history story. What I've learned from that is to always keep an open mind and not presume to judge what really happened, or who was at fault. I fully realize that many opinions often shape history more that fact. Those that need to understand what I'm talking about need look no further that what is happening in the Trevon Martin / George Zimmerman case. Everybody is willing to have an opinion. Most are based on their heritage or experience, very few are based on facts, simply because many facts are not readily apparent. It would be nice to know what happened. I want to have a strong opinion, but I know that the only thing that I know for sure is that I simply don't know all of the facts. I'm not even going to render an opinion on the jury's decision. The only thing that I'm fairly sure of is that they came to the best decision that they could have with the very limited base in solid facts. I'm assuming that they had a "reasonable doubt".

Those that presume to judge history, on their even more limited base of facts, are only exposing how foolish that they can be. Again, I eagerly want to sort it all out and place a definitive claim that I really know what happened. I don't, neither do you. I do know that a lot of Indian people were brutally killed, poisoned, hung, beaten, burned, stolen from,and run off. Sadly, I also know that many white men were brutally killed, poisoned, hung, beaten, burned, stolen from, and run off. Life was not easy in the mid to late 1800s.

Many of my ancestors killed Indian people, but many of my ancestors were very instrumental in saving the lives of the remaining Indians. Do I carry any Burdon of guilt, or do I carry any joy of helping save the Indian people? No, the only thing that I carry is an incredible burdon of having deep history in this little South Fork of the Eel canyon that I love. Many, with very little knowledge, like to wave the finger of shame and blame. They only show how foolishly naive that they are.

The white man and the Indian "Buried the Hatchet" long ago, back in the late 1800s. We agreed to get over it as best we could. Granted, it was a tenuous truce, but it was a truce. We have moved to become great friends today. The Indian people are revered for their heritage and knowledge, and Indian people nowadays are proud to be Indians. Many non-Indian people try to emulate them. I'm happy with that. I hope that everybody could be happy that we get along. Indeed many of my greatest friends are Indian, and many of my family members are Indian. I'm good with that...

If you want to dig up history, I often remember how upset I was the Attila the Hun killed and drove my family out of Europe, then we were driven away from England though economic and religious persecution. We came to the United States to start a new life. Unfortunately we were out-bullied in new England to the point that we had to find a new place to live. The U. S. Government said "Go West Young Man, we will take care of you"

"Go West, young man, go West. There is health in the country, and room away from our crowds of idlers and imbeciles." "That," I said, "is very frank advice, but it is medicine easier given than taken. It is a wide country, but I do not know just where to go." "It is all room away from the pavements. (Horace Greeley)

We went west to find our fortune in the Golden State. The gold fields proved to be brutal, rife with disease and dishonor. The U.S. Government seems to have lied, just when we needed them most, they left to fight a war on slavery. We had to move on. We found a little valley on the South Fork of the Eel. We discovered that there was no longer any place to run away from our problems or persecution. We drove our stake and decided we owed it to posterity to survive. Some of us even made it!

Now, we have some of our old regulars checking in. Spyrock has always interested me because I'm am inherently drawn to story tellers. Spy's story has been a story of great discovery. I have seen his story morph with the more that he learns about his own history. One of the reasons that I find him to be so interesting is that he has had family members killed by Indians, and, his family has killed Indians. His family and those same Indians have married each other. He is a descendant. He can judge and sort out what happened in history with out having to place blame and guilt. That fog of uncertainty does not apply to him. He only seeks truth, which anybody that studies history knows, is damn hard to find.

Judge not, lest thee be judged.

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Mathew (Bible)

Even though I am not much of a "believer" I have found some great wisdom in the Bible.


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Just to keep my toe in the doorway.

Hi! I'm sorry that I haven't been a very responsible blogger, but as you know, facebook has pretty much overshadowed blog-sites. However, I dearly miss all of the commenters that we have here.

My life has been going so good that I should be ashamed of myself. The store is doing extremely well. Janis is healthy and happy (It's really scary when she is not upset about something.)

My 90 year old mother finally got herself some new hearing aids. She can hear fairly good now, as long as there is not too much background noise. The doctor blocked the volume knob so she can't turn them down or off. The Doctor wants to get her used to being able to hear again. I think that the doctor must have a pretty good understanding of how older people act. For instance, my mother will read a book in the dark before she will turn a light on. "Oh, I can see good enough". Stubborn!

My cousin Karen is writing a history book with pictures. Basically it's about the sawmill camps and the kids that lived there. She is printing the recollection of the people involved. She wants me to do an "Ernie Chapter". I'm am honored, but none the less overwhelmed. I am hoping that when she gets it done she will do a book signing at our store. Wunt that be spiffy?

Anyway, just wanted to keep the doors open here and I enjoy all of your comments. Please feel free to talk about anything... Oh, by the why, I still have that really great post waiting in the wings. I just need to find some more history on it. If I fail, I am going to post it anyway, with hopes that some of you out there can fill in the blanks for me.

The photo above was added just to increase intrigue. Were you intregued? It is a muchroom growing at the base of a plum tree. "Oregon" will appreciate this, he loves mushrooms.

 I put some comments in the "Gypo" post below.  

Earnestly yours,