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A Forgotten December Day When Another Angel Was Here

Three days from today will be December the fourteenth; it will pass unnoticed by most everyone, but in my humble opinion, we should remember – no, we should solemnly celebrate – this day as one during which a for real angel visited our world on the blood-soaked battlefield of Fredericksburg, Virginia during what could only be described as a vicious firefight between elements of the southern Army of Northern Virginia led by Brigadier General Joseph Kershaw and Union soldiers of General Sykes’ Fifth Corps. General Kershaw later gave a written account which supported accounts by soldiers of both armies of the observed exceptional bravery and human compassion by one of the Rebel soldiers.

The Union soldiers had unsuccessfully tried multiple times to overrun Confederate positions, and the results of the charges were horrific – leaving the field in front of a place called Marye’s Heights strewn with some 8,000 dead and dying soldiers in blue. As both sides settled into their respective lines, the Rebs were taking refuge behind a low stone wall which had served to protect them from the Union attempts to advance. Any visible movement at all incurred fusillades of Union fire, but the cries for water from the dying Union soldiers from the day before became heart-rending and eventually unbearable for one of the South Carolina defenders of that low wall. His name was Richard Rowland Kirkland, a nineteen-year-old from Flat Rock, South Carolina. He had seen action during the first Bull Run, Savage’s Station, Maryland Heights, and Antietam, and had seen several fellow soldiers killed including close friends from his home county, but he obviously did not lose his humanity.

Kirkland became so disconcerted from listening to the piteous cries of one of the wounded Union Soldiers that he left his position and went to the brigade headquarters to seek permission from the commanding General Kershaw to take water to the enemy soldier. At first the general balked, informing Kirkland that it would be suicide to try to do what he was asking, but eventually relented, with the condition that Kirkland could not wave a white flag nor show any intent of surrender.

Apparently that was all Kirkland needed, for he went back to the line and prepared to go to the wounded young man. Some accounts have it that Kirkland told his fellow soldiers what he intended to do and gathered their canteens as well as his own and climbed over the low stone wall, not knowing if the Union guys would shoot him, nor if any move he made would be his last, but nevertheless he bravely went to the agonized Union soldier and raised the young man’s head and cradled it so he could take some water.

As mentioned, there are varying narratives of how things went, some claiming all firing ceased as soon as the Union guys saw what Kirkland was up to. Other accounts say he was under constant fire with bullets kicking up dirt all around him, but personally I like to believe the former and that there was plenty of human decency shown by both sides. If that account is correct, there were other heroes in attendance that day on both sides. Some claimed he went around and attended several more wounded soldiers giving several of them much needed water and showed as much compassion as a fellow could in the circumstances. There are accounts that claim he was even able to bring blankets to the enemy wounded.

December 14, 1862 Richard Kirkland showed the incredible bravery and human compassion that led to him becoming known ever after as the Angel of Mary’s Heights, a title he earned for his acts of consummate bravery, risking his life against incredible odds to provide succor to the disabled, dying enemies of his own regiment. He is immortalized with a memorial on that very battlefield commending his actions. He was later (1977) posthumously awarded the Confederate Medal of Honor for his deeds at Fredericksburg.

Kirkland went on to see further action in the Civil War, including at Chancellorsville, Gettysburg (where he was promoted to lieutenant) before finally being shot and killed at the battle of Chickamauga. He was, in my opinion, an American hero in the truest meaning of the word. If there were more people with the compassionate heart of Richard Rowling Kirkland in the world, just imagine what it might be like.

As mentioned earlier, there are varying narratives of Kirkland’s story and I guess that would be expected. Some stories are probably embellished more as time went/goes on, but in researching the Kirkland story I noticed a curious aspect of it. There seem to be some “historians” who have set out to “debunk” the story as some kind of myth. Maybe it is, but what kind of person would try and disprove a story of heroism of this nature? I guess it takes all kind to make a world, but as far as I’m concerned, events happened as I have chronicled them and whatever underlying motivation(s) a person might have for substantively challenging the story should definitely be considered before believing them.

Remember December the 14th in honor of Richard Rowland Kirkland at Fredericksburg.

MK

Pray for the Wisdom of the Fathers

The world in which we find ourselves today is slowly being strangled. Everyone is groping, grasping, trying to make sense of what we are experiencing. It seems overly complicated, but it’s in fact very simple. If I was a betting man, I’d be willing to wager much that the bulk of the problems we are enduring is mostly due to a fundamental lack of wisdom in our leaders. That probably sounds like something Captain Obvious would come up with, but if you think about it, if you give it some profound reflection, it’s something from which our country has been suffering for a while now.

Just imagine a gauntlet of former leaders of the US standing in a long row. Honorable and trustworthy men like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Abe Lincoln and dozens other founding fathers stoically watching on as characters like Shrub Bush, Bill Clinton, and Donald Trump saunter through as if they think, or thought, they owned this country. Bush in his ridiculous flight suit and Trump with his silly little dance moves like he thinks he’s a teenager at a prom – and all that with the sober and distinguished founders looking on! Just imagine what they’d be thinking! No doubt they’d be shaking their heads – suffering immense regret to see what their sacrifices have evolved into.

Once there were men who designed and engaged in a government that had a system of checks and balances developed to prevent exactly what our current leaders have been attempting to institute. Is there a provision in the Constitution that allows for “Executive Orders”, or is that a governmental function that according to the Constitution would be delegated to the Congress? Executive Orders have come to be, in fact, regarded to be actual laws enacted by an authoritarian president. He doesn’t have legislative authority, at least it isn’t in the Constitution. Nor does, nor ever did, the Supreme Court have the Constitutional authority to enact judicial legislation disguised as rulings – specifically that one they call “Citizens United” which is the judicial equivalent of one of those yard sale signs you see at traffic intersections – one that says, “For Sale – all Political offices of the United States of America to the highest bidder. Do not have to be American Citizen or American institution – if enough cash is involved, buyer can be foreign.” Because that’s exactly the result of that atrocious “decision”. John Roberts will go down in American history as the primary designer of that cheap sign. Nothing else he has done or will ever do as Chief Justice will compete with that horrid piece of bench legislation – which, by the way is so blatantly unconstitutional as to render the Roberts court to the status of a circus clown side show. How are any decisions handed down by that greasy bunch even considered to be actual Constitutional interpretations anymore after “Citizens United”, in which – get this – the very “Constitutional” foundation of it is that money is the equivalent of free speech? I guess some folks’ freedom of speech is freer than others if they have more money to buy politicians, or so it can be deduced from Roberts’ signature decision. In your mind’s eye, picture him walking down that gauntlet with Holmes, (John) Marshall, Warren, and others looking on.

Everywhere, in every corner of American politics there cowers an unwise, typically seedy, person who is only there for whatever wealth they can glean from our system. Our national symbol, the eagle, has already flown away in disgrace. Then some circus clown comes along who is nothing more than a New York City real estate con artist snake-oil salesman who has the ability to convince millions of otherwise patriotic citizens that he will look out for them and he gets into the White House and sets about devouring everything he can get his greedy hands on – including the honorable building itself. He wants to turn the whole of Washington DC into a grand monument to himself, and he makes no effort to hide his egotistical desires. And – CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? – there are still large numbers of people who are still enthralled by this guy! Farmers who have lost foreign customers because of ill-advised tariff policies and penalties foreign leaders have to face because they might have personally offended him, yes those farmers, some of whom still think he walks on water, even though dark things from his past keep bubbling up.

Great Goblin The Hobbit

Then there’s the failings of Congress. They delegated another responsibility, the authority, or duty of declaring war, to Lyndon Johnson with the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution or the Southeast Asia Resolution, Pub. L. 88–408 during the Gulf of Tonkin incident. Later they passed the war powers Act by which they regained that authority (which they had no Constitutional authority to delegate to the Exec in the first place), then (also unconstitutionally) surrendered once again to the president with the Authorization for the Use of Military Force in Iraq Resolution of 2002 (Public Law 107-243). Every bit of this activity from the LBJ debacle to the Bush monstrosity was objectively unconstitutional. Congress was delegated the CONSTITUTIONAL authority to declare war – period! Add LBJ to the gauntlet procession too. Millions upon millions of human beings were killed in those illegal and immoral wars, and in neither case did the “enemy” pose the remotest threat to the US! In both cases, rich men in America stood to (and undoubtedly did) make a lot of money from death and destruction.

Those are examples of how far our modern politicians and Justices have strayed from the wisdom of our Founding Fathers. We are suffering from a catastrophic lack of wisdom in our leadership, and it’s primarily because of the money of wealthy people that has bought our country. So which is it – do we try to fix the lack of wisdom by electing wiser men to be our leaders? Or do we tackle the problem of money in politics? Both issues scream for attention, but I’m pretty sure we cant achieve the former without fixing the latter.

Another approach to resolving America’s (and the world’s) paucity of wisdom might be to look to Providence like our fathers did long ago. Nothing is wrong with this nation that God cannot fix. He guided Washington, Jefferson, and Adams to establish a republic that, if followed, could stand the test of time. Problem is, these guys like Trump and Bush come along with their total lack of historical knowledge and/or principles and test the system. We are in the midst of one of those tests right now, and there’s no guarantee we will emerge with our Constitution even remotely intact. I think those of us who understand that there is a higher power need to pray fervently for the intervention of Jesus Christ – not the Christ who the hypocrites of our political churches purport to consult with, but the real King of mankind who will bring justice upon this world. And to those of you who do not know who He is, I strongly suggest you get to know Him and quickly. Due to the rampant evil and total lack of wisdom of the world’s leaders, this world is about to burn!

May the blessings of Providence find and keep us.

MK

PS: Ok, I don’t normally add to a post after publishing, but I just saw a piece of a deranged Trump speech in which he said that according to someone, if George Washington and Abe Lincoln were president and vice pres, and a poll was taken that he (Trump) would be leading them in the polls by 19% or something. What a coincidence that he’d say something like that as I posted this. How on earth can this poor, deranged man come up with such utter nonsense?!!

A Prescient and Beloved Farewell Address

Although the following address is sometimes difficult to understand given the evolution of our language down through the years, I implore the reader to read and strive to understand it – only then can you see how far our nation has strayed from what our founding fathers intended at its beginnings. No one can argue that President Washington wasn’t up to the job. What in the world has happened to us since then?

Once you read this, you’ll understand why all public media studiously avoid publishing it. Talk about going against the approved narrative – Wow!

Washington’s Farewell Address 1796:

1796

I beg you, at the same time, to do me the justice to be assured that this resolution has not been taken without a strict regard to all the considerations appertaining to the relation which binds a dutiful citizen to his country; and that in withdrawing the tender of service, which silence in my situation might imply, I am influenced by no diminution of zeal for your future interest, no deficiency of grateful respect for your past kindness, but am supported by a full conviction that the step is compatible with both.

The acceptance of, and continuance hitherto in, the office to which your suffrages have twice called me have been a uniform sacrifice of inclination to the opinion of duty and to a deference for what appeared to be your desire. I constantly hoped that it would have been much earlier in my power, consistently with motives which I was not at liberty to disregard, to return to that retirement from which I had been reluctantly drawn. The strength of my inclination to do this, previous to the last election, had even led to the preparation of an address to declare it to you; but mature reflection on the then perplexed and critical posture of our affairs with foreign nations, and the unanimous advice of persons entitled to my confidence, impelled me to abandon the idea.

I rejoice that the state of your concerns, external as well as internal, no longer renders the pursuit of inclination incompatible with the sentiment of duty or propriety, and am persuaded, whatever partiality may be retained for my services, that, in the present circumstances of our country, you will not disapprove my determination to retire.

The impressions with which I first undertook the arduous trust were explained on the proper occasion. In the discharge of this trust, I will only say that I have, with good intentions, contributed towards the organization and administration of the government the best exertions of which a very fallible judgment was capable. Not unconscious in the outset of the inferiority of my qualifications, experience in my own eyes, perhaps still more in the eyes of others, has strengthened the motives to diffidence of myself; and every day the increasing weight of years admonishes me more and more that the shade of retirement is as necessary to me as it will be welcome. Satisfied that if any circumstances have given peculiar value to my services, they were temporary, I have the consolation to believe that, while choice and prudence invite me to quit the political scene, patriotism does not forbid it.

In looking forward to the moment which is intended to terminate the career of my public life, my feelings do not permit me to suspend the deep acknowledgment of that debt of gratitude which I owe to my beloved country for the many honors it has conferred upon me; still more for the steadfast confidence with which it has supported me; and for the opportunities I have thence enjoyed of manifesting my inviolable attachment, by services faithful and persevering, though in usefulness unequal to my zeal. If benefits have resulted to our country from these services, let it always be remembered to your praise, and as an instructive example in our annals, that under circumstances in which the passions, agitated in every direction, were liable to mislead, amidst appearances sometimes dubious, vicissitudes of fortune often discouraging, in situations in which not unfrequently want of success has countenanced the spirit of criticism, the constancy of your support was the essential prop of the efforts, and a guarantee of the plans by which they were effected. Profoundly penetrated with this idea, I shall carry it with me to my grave, as a strong incitement to unceasing vows that heaven may continue to you the choicest tokens of its beneficence; that your union and brotherly affection may be perpetual; that the free Constitution, which is the work of your hands, may be sacredly maintained; that its administration in every department may be stamped with wisdom and virtue; that, in fine, the happiness of the people of these States, under the auspices of liberty, may be made complete by so careful a preservation and so prudent a use of this blessing as will acquire to them the glory of recommending it to the applause, the affection, and adoption of every nation which is yet a stranger to it.

Here, perhaps, I ought to stop. But a solicitude for your welfare, which cannot end but with my life, and the apprehension of danger, natural to that solicitude, urge me, on an occasion like the present, to offer to your solemn contemplation, and to recommend to your frequent review, some sentiments which are the result of much reflection, of no inconsiderable observation, and which appear to me all-important to the permanency of your felicity as a people. These will be offered to you with the more freedom, as you can only see in them the disinterested warnings of a parting friend, who can possibly have no personal motive to bias his counsel. Nor can I forget, as an encouragement to it, your indulgent reception of my sentiments on a former and not dissimilar occasion.

Interwoven as is the love of liberty with every ligament of your hearts, no recommendation of mine is necessary to fortify or confirm the attachment.

The unity of government which constitutes you one people is also now dear to you. It is justly so, for it is a main pillar in the edifice of your real independence, the support of your tranquility at home, your peace abroad; of your safety; of your prosperity; of that very liberty which you so highly prize. But as it is easy to foresee that, from different causes and from different quarters, much pains will be taken, many artifices employed to weaken in your minds the conviction of this truth; as this is the point in your political fortress against which the batteries of internal and external enemies will be most constantly and actively (though often covertly and insidiously) directed, it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity; watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned; and indignantly frowning upon the first dawning of every attempt to alienate any portion of our country from the rest, or to enfeeble the sacred ties which now link together the various parts.

For this you have every inducement of sympathy and interest. Citizens, by birth or choice, of a common country, that country has a right to concentrate your affections. The name of American, which belongs to you in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of patriotism more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same religion, manners, habits, and political principles. You have in a common cause fought and triumphed together; the independence and liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts of common dangers, sufferings, and successes.

But these considerations, however powerfully they address themselves to your sensibility, are greatly outweighed by those which apply more immediately to your interest. Here every portion of our country finds the most commanding motives for carefully guarding and preserving the union of the whole.

The North, in an unrestrained intercourse with the South, protected by the equal laws of a common government, finds in the productions of the latter great additional resources of maritime and commercial enterprise and precious materials of manufacturing industry. The South, in the same intercourse, benefiting by the agency of the North, sees its agriculture grow and its commerce expand. Turning partly into its own channels the seamen of the North, it finds its particular navigation invigorated; and, while it contributes, in different ways, to nourish and increase the general mass of the national navigation, it looks forward to the protection of a maritime strength, to which itself is unequally adapted. The East, in a like intercourse with the West, already finds, and in the progressive improvement of interior communications by land and water, will more and more find a valuable vent for the commodities which it brings from abroad, or manufactures at home. The West derives from the East supplies requisite to its growth and comfort, and, what is perhaps of still greater consequence, it must of necessity owe the secure enjoyment of indispensable outlets for its own productions to the weight, influence, and the future maritime strength of the Atlantic side of the Union, directed by an indissoluble community of interest as one nation. Any other tenure by which the West can hold this essential advantage, whether derived from its own separate strength, or from an apostate and unnatural connection with any foreign power, must be intrinsically precarious.

While, then, every part of our country thus feels an immediate and particular interest in union, all the parts combined cannot fail to find in the united mass of means and efforts greater strength, greater resource, proportionably greater security from external danger, a less frequent interruption of their peace by foreign nations; and, what is of inestimable value, they must derive from union an exemption from those broils and wars between themselves, which so frequently afflict neighboring countries not tied together by the same governments, which their own rival ships alone would be sufficient to produce, but which opposite foreign alliances, attachments, and intrigues would stimulate and embitter. Hence, likewise, they will avoid the necessity of those overgrown military establishments which, under any form of government, are inauspicious to liberty, and which are to be regarded as particularly hostile to republican liberty. In this sense it is that your union ought to be considered as a main prop of your liberty, and that the love of the one ought to endear to you the preservation of the other.

These considerations speak a persuasive language to every reflecting and virtuous mind, and exhibit the continuance of the Union as a primary object of patriotic desire. Is there a doubt whether a common government can embrace so large a sphere? Let experience solve it. To listen to mere speculation in such a case were criminal. We are authorized to hope that a proper organization of the whole with the auxiliary agency of governments for the respective subdivisions, will afford a happy issue to the experiment. It is well worth a fair and full experiment. With such powerful and obvious motives to union, affecting all parts of our country, while experience shall not have demonstrated its impracticability, there will always be reason to distrust the patriotism of those who in any quarter may endeavor to weaken its bands.

In contemplating the causes which may disturb our Union, it occurs as matter of serious concern that any ground should have been furnished for characterizing parties by geographical discriminations, Northern and Southern, Atlantic and Western; whence designing men may endeavor to excite a belief that there is a real difference of local interests and views. One of the expedients of party to acquire influence within particular districts is to misrepresent the opinions and aims of other districts. You cannot shield yourselves too much against the jealousies and heartburnings which spring from these misrepresentations; they tend to render alien to each other those who ought to be bound together by fraternal affection. The inhabitants of our Western country have lately had a useful lesson on this head; they have seen, in the negotiation by the Executive, and in the unanimous ratification by the Senate, of the treaty with Spain, and in the universal satisfaction at that event, throughout the United States, a decisive proof how unfounded were the suspicions propagated among them of a policy in the General Government and in the Atlantic States unfriendly to their interests in regard to the Mississippi; they have been witnesses to the formation of two treaties, that with Great Britain, and that with Spain, which secure to them everything they could desire, in respect to our foreign relations, towards confirming their prosperity. Will it not be their wisdom to rely for the preservation of these advantages on the Union by which they were procured ? Will they not henceforth be deaf to those advisers, if such there are, who would sever them from their brethren and connect them with aliens?

To the efficacy and permanency of your Union, a government for the whole is indispensable. No alliance, however strict, between the parts can be an adequate substitute; they must inevitably experience the infractions and interruptions which all alliances in all times have experienced. Sensible of this momentous truth, you have improved upon your first essay, by the adoption of a constitution of government better calculated than your former for an intimate union, and for the efficacious management of your common concerns. This government, the offspring of our own choice, uninfluenced and unawed, adopted upon full investigation and mature deliberation, completely free in its principles, in the distribution of its powers, uniting security with energy, and containing within itself a provision for its own amendment, has a just claim to your confidence and your support. Respect for its authority, compliance with its laws, acquiescence in its measures, are duties enjoined by the fundamental maxims of true liberty. The basis of our political systems is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the Constitution which at any time exists, till changed by an explicit and authentic act of the whole people, is sacredly obligatory upon all. The very idea of the power and the right of the people to establish government presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established government.

All obstructions to the execution of the laws, all combinations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real design to direct, control, counteract, or awe the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authorities, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency. They serve to organize faction, to give it an artificial and extraordinary force; to put, in the place of the delegated will of the nation the will of a party, often a small but artful and enterprising minority of the community; and, according to the alternate triumphs of different parties, to make the public administration the mirror of the ill-concerted and incongruous projects of faction, rather than the organ of consistent and wholesome plans digested by common counsels and modified by mutual interests.

However combinations or associations of the above description may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely, in the course of time and things, to become potent engines, by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government, destroying afterwards the very engines which have lifted them to unjust dominion.

Towards the preservation of your government, and the permanency of your present happy state, it is requisite, not only that you steadily discountenance irregular oppositions to its acknowledged authority, but also that you resist with care the spirit of innovation upon its principles, however specious the pretexts. One method of assault may be to effect, in the forms of the Constitution, alterations which will impair the energy of the system, and thus to undermine what cannot be directly overthrown. In all the changes to which you may be invited, remember that time and habit are at least as necessary to fix the true character of governments as of other human institutions; that experience is the surest standard by which to test the real tendency of the existing constitution of a country; that facility in changes, upon the credit of mere hypothesis and opinion, exposes to perpetual change, from the endless variety of hypothesis and opinion; and remember, especially, that for the efficient management of your common interests, in a country so extensive as ours, a government of as much vigor as is consistent with the perfect security of liberty is indispensable. Liberty itself will find in such a government, with powers properly distributed and adjusted, its surest guardian. It is, indeed, little else than a name, where the government is too feeble to withstand the enterprises of faction, to confine each member of the society within the limits prescribed by the laws, and to maintain all in the secure and tranquil enjoyment of the rights of person and property.

I have already intimated to you the danger of parties in the State, with particular reference to the founding of them on geographical discriminations. Let me now take a more comprehensive view, and warn you in the most solemn manner against the baneful effects of the spirit of party generally.

This spirit, unfortunately, is inseparable from our nature, having its root in the strongest passions of the human mind. It exists under different shapes in all governments, more or less stifled, controlled, or repressed; but, in those of the popular form, it is seen in its greatest rankness, and is truly their worst enemy.

The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge, natural to party dissension, which in different ages and countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism. But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism. The disorders and miseries which result gradually incline the minds of men to seek security and repose in the absolute power of an individual; and sooner or later the chief of some prevailing faction, more able or more fortunate than his competitors, turns this disposition to the purposes of his own elevation, on the ruins of public liberty.

Without looking forward to an extremity of this kind (which nevertheless ought not to be entirely out of sight), the common and continual mischiefs of the spirit of party are sufficient to make it the interest and duty of a wise people to discourage and restrain it.

It serves always to distract the public councils and enfeeble the public administration. It agitates the community with ill-founded jealousies and false alarms, kindles the animosity of one part against another, foments occasionally riot and insurrection. It opens the door to foreign influence and corruption, which finds a facilitated access to the government itself through the channels of party passions. Thus the policy and the will of one country are subjected to the policy and will of another.

There is an opinion that parties in free countries are useful checks upon the administration of the government and serve to keep alive the spirit of liberty. This within certain limits is probably true; and in governments of a monarchical cast, patriotism may look with indulgence, if not with favor, upon the spirit of party. But in those of the popular character, in governments purely elective, it is a spirit not to be encouraged. From their natural tendency, it is certain there will always be enough of that spirit for every salutary purpose. And there being constant danger of excess, the effort ought to be by force of public opinion, to mitigate and assuage it. A fire not to be quenched, it demands a uniform vigilance to prevent its bursting into a flame, lest, instead of warming, it should consume.

It is important, likewise, that the habits of thinking in a free country should inspire caution in those entrusted with its administration, to confine themselves within their respective constitutional spheres, avoiding in the exercise of the powers of one department to encroach upon another. The spirit of encroachment tends to consolidate the powers of all the departments in one, and thus to create, whatever the form of government, a real despotism. A just estimate of that love of power, and proneness to abuse it, which predominates in the human heart, is sufficient to satisfy us of the truth of this position. The necessity of reciprocal checks in the exercise of political power, by dividing and distributing it into different depositaries, and constituting each the guardian of the public weal against invasions by the others, has been evinced by experiments ancient and modern; some of them in our country and under our own eyes. To preserve them must be as necessary as to institute them. If, in the opinion of the people, the distribution or modification of the constitutional powers be in any particular wrong, let it be corrected by an amendment in the way which the Constitution designates. But let there be no change by usurpation; for though this, in one instance, may be the instrument of good, it is the customary weapon by which free governments are destroyed. The precedent must always greatly overbalance in permanent evil any partial or transient benefit, which the use can at any time yield.

Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. In vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens. The mere politician, equally with the pious man, ought to respect and to cherish them. A volume could not trace all their connections with private and public felicity. Let it simply be asked: Where is the security for property, for reputation, for life, if the sense of religious obligation desert the oaths which are the instruments of investigation in courts of justice ? And let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.

It is substantially true that virtue or morality is a necessary spring of popular government. The rule, indeed, extends with more or less force to every species of free government. Who that is a sincere friend to it can look with indifference upon attempts to shake the foundation of the fabric?

Promote then, as an object of primary importance, institutions for the general diffusion of knowledge. In proportion as the structure of a government gives force to public opinion, it is essential that public opinion should be enlightened.

As a very important source of strength and security, cherish public credit. One method of preserving it is to use it as sparingly as possible, avoiding occasions of expense by cultivating peace, but remembering also that timely disbursements to prepare for danger frequently prevent much greater disbursements to repel it, avoiding likewise the accumulation of debt, not only by shunning occasions of expense, but by vigorous exertion in time of peace to discharge the debts which unavoidable wars may have occasioned, not ungenerously throwing upon posterity the burden which we ourselves ought to bear. The execution of these maxims belongs to your representatives, but it is necessary that public opinion should co-operate. To facilitate to them the performance of their duty, it is essential that you should practically bear in mind that towards the payment of debts there must be revenue; that to have revenue there must be taxes; that no taxes can be devised which are not more or less inconvenient and unpleasant; that the intrinsic embarrassment, inseparable from the selection of the proper objects (which is always a choice of difficulties), ought to be a decisive motive for a candid construction of the conduct of the government in making it, and for a spirit of acquiescence in the measures for obtaining revenue, which the public exigencies may at any time dictate.

Observe good faith and justice towards all nations; cultivate peace and harmony with all. Religion and morality enjoin this conduct; and can it be, that good policy does not equally enjoin it – It will be worthy of a free, enlightened, and at no distant period, a great nation, to give to mankind the magnanimous and too novel example of a people always guided by an exalted justice and benevolence. Who can doubt that, in the course of time and things, the fruits of such a plan would richly repay any temporary advantages which might be lost by a steady adherence to it ? Can it be that Providence has not connected the permanent felicity of a nation with its virtue ? The experiment, at least, is recommended by every sentiment which ennobles human nature. Alas! is it rendered impossible by its vices?

In the execution of such a plan, nothing is more essential than that permanent, inveterate antipathies against particular nations, and passionate attachments for others, should be excluded; and that, in place of them, just and amicable feelings towards all should be cultivated. The nation which indulges towards another a habitual hatred or a habitual fondness is in some degree a slave. It is a slave to its animosity or to its affection, either of which is sufficient to lead it astray from its duty and its interest. Antipathy in one nation against another disposes each more readily to offer insult and injury, to lay hold of slight causes of umbrage, and to be haughty and intractable, when accidental or trifling occasions of dispute occur. Hence, frequent collisions, obstinate, envenomed, and bloody contests. The nation, prompted by ill-will and resentment, sometimes impels to war the government, contrary to the best calculations of policy. The government sometimes participates in the national propensity, and adopts through passion what reason would reject; at other times it makes the animosity of the nation subservient to projects of hostility instigated by pride, ambition, and other sinister and pernicious motives. The peace often, sometimes perhaps the liberty, of nations, has been the victim.

So likewise, a passionate attachment of one nation for another produces a variety of evils. Sympathy for the favorite nation, facilitating the illusion of an imaginary common interest in cases where no real common interest exists, and infusing into one the enmities of the other, betrays the former into a participation in the quarrels and wars of the latter without adequate inducement or justification. It leads also to concessions to the favorite nation of privileges denied to others which is apt doubly to injure the nation making the concessions; by unnecessarily parting with what ought to have been retained, and by exciting jealousy, ill-will, and a disposition to retaliate, in the parties from whom equal privileges are withheld. And it gives to ambitious, corrupted, or deluded citizens (who devote themselves to the favorite nation), facility to betray or sacrifice the interests of their own country, without odium, sometimes even with popularity; gilding, with the appearances of a virtuous sense of obligation, a commendable deference for public opinion, or a laudable zeal for public good, the base or foolish compliances of ambition, corruption, or infatuation.

As avenues to foreign influence in innumerable ways, such attachments are particularly alarming to the truly enlightened and independent patriot. How many opportunities do they afford to tamper with domestic factions, to practice the arts of seduction, to mislead public opinion, to influence or awe the public councils. Such an attachment of a small or weak towards a great and powerful nation dooms the former to be the satellite of the latter.

Against the insidious wiles of foreign influence (I conjure you to believe me, fellow-citizens) the jealousy of a free people ought to be constantly awake, since history and experience prove that foreign influence is one of the most baneful foes of republican government. But that jealousy to be useful must be impartial; else it becomes the instrument of the very influence to be avoided, instead of a defense against it. Excessive partiality for one foreign nation and excessive dislike of another cause those whom they actuate to see danger only on one side, and serve to veil and even second the arts of influence on the other. Real patriots who may resist the intrigues of the favorite are liable to become suspected and odious, while its tools and dupes usurp the applause and confidence of the people, to surrender their interests.

The great rule of conduct for us in regard to foreign nations is in extending our commercial relations, to have with them as little political connection as possible. So far as we have already formed engagements, let them be fulfilled with perfect good faith. Here let us stop. Europe has a set of primary interests which to us have none; or a very remote relation. Hence she must be engaged in frequent controversies, the causes of which are essentially foreign to our concerns. Hence, therefore, it must be unwise in us to implicate ourselves by artificial ties in the ordinary vicissitudes of her politics, or the ordinary combinations and collisions of her friendships or enmities.

Our detached and distant situation invites and enables us to pursue a different course. If we remain one people under an efficient government. the period is not far off when we may defy material injury from external annoyance; when we may take such an attitude as will cause the neutrality we may at any time resolve upon to be scrupulously respected; when belligerent nations, under the impossibility of making acquisitions upon us, will not lightly hazard the giving us provocation; when we may choose peace or war, as our interest, guided by justice, shall counsel.

Why forego the advantages of so peculiar a situation? Why quit our own to stand upon foreign ground? Why, by interweaving our destiny with that of any part of Europe, entangle our peace and prosperity in the toils of European ambition, rivalship, interest, humor or caprice?

It is our true policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with any portion of the foreign world; so far, I mean, as we are now at liberty to do it; for let me not be understood as capable of patronizing infidelity to existing engagements. I hold the maxim no less applicable to public than to private affairs, that honesty is always the best policy. I repeat it, therefore, let those engagements be observed in their genuine sense. But, in my opinion, it is unnecessary and would be unwise to extend them.

Taking care always to keep ourselves by suitable establishments on a respectable defensive posture, we may safely trust to temporary alliances for extraordinary emergencies.

Harmony, liberal intercourse with all nations, are recommended by policy, humanity, and interest. But even our commercial policy should hold an equal and impartial hand; neither seeking nor granting exclusive favors or preferences; consulting the natural course of things; diffusing and diversifying by gentle means the streams of commerce, but forcing nothing; establishing (with powers so disposed, in order to give trade a stable course, to define the rights of our merchants, and to enable the government to support them) conventional rules of intercourse, the best that present circumstances and mutual opinion will permit, but temporary, and liable to be from time to time abandoned or varied, as experience and circumstances shall dictate; constantly keeping in view that it is folly in one nation to look for disinterested favors from another; that it must pay with a portion of its independence for whatever it may accept under that character; that, by such acceptance, it may place itself in the condition of having given equivalents for nominal favors, and yet of being reproached with ingratitude for not giving more. There can be no greater error than to expect or calculate upon real favors from nation to nation. It is an illusion, which experience must cure, which a just pride ought to discard.

In offering to you, my countrymen, these counsels of an old and affectionate friend, I dare not hope they will make the strong and lasting impression I could wish; that they will control the usual current of the passions, or prevent our nation from running the course which has hitherto marked the destiny of nations. But, if I may even flatter myself that they may be productive of some partial benefit, some occasional good; that they may now and then recur to moderate the fury of party spirit, to warn against the mischiefs of foreign intrigue, to guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism; this hope will be a full recompense for the solicitude for your welfare, by which they have been dictated.

How far in the discharge of my official duties I have been guided by the principles which have been delineated, the public records and other evidences of my conduct must witness to you and to the world. To myself, the assurance of my own conscience is, that I have at least believed myself to be guided by them.

In relation to the still subsisting war in Europe, my proclamation of the twenty-second of April, I793, is the index of my plan. Sanctioned by your approving voice, and by that of your representatives in both houses of Congress, the spirit of that measure has continually governed me, uninfluenced by any attempts to deter or divert me from it.

After deliberate examination, with the aid of the best lights I could obtain, I was well satisfied that our country, under all the circumstances of the case, had a right to take, and was bound in duty and interest to take, a neutral position. Having taken it, I determined, as far as should depend upon me, to maintain it, with moderation, perseverance, and firmness.

The considerations which respect the right to hold this conduct, it is not necessary on this occasion to detail. I will only observe that, according to my understanding of the matter, that right, so far from being denied by any of the belligerent powers, has been virtually admitted by all.

The duty of holding a neutral conduct may be inferred, without anything more, from the obligation which justice and humanity impose on every nation, in cases in which it is free to act, to maintain inviolate the relations of peace and amity towards other nations.

The inducements of interest for observing that conduct will best be referred to your own reflections and experience. With me a predominant motive has been to endeavor to gain time to our country to settle and mature its yet recent institutions, and to progress without interruption to that degree of strength and consistency which is necessary to give it, humanly speaking, the command of its own fortunes.

Though, in reviewing the incidents of my administration, I am unconscious of intentional error, I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I may have committed many errors. Whatever they may be, I fervently beseech the Almighty to avert or mitigate the evils to which they may tend. I shall also carry with me the hope that my country will never cease to view them with indulgence; and that, after forty five years of my life dedicated to its service with an upright zeal, the faults of incompetent abilities will be consigned to oblivion, as myself must soon be to the mansions of rest.

Relying on its kindness in this as in other things, and actuated by that fervent love towards it, which is so natural to a man who views in it the native soil of himself and his progenitors for several generations, I anticipate with pleasing expectation that retreat in which I promise myself to realize, without alloy, the sweet enjoyment of partaking, in the midst of my fellow-citizens, the benign influence of good laws under a free government, the ever-favorite object of my heart, and the happy reward, as I trust, of our mutual cares, labors, and dangers.

Geo. Washington.

A Nigh Impossible Farewell

It is with sincerest respect and praise that I call upon Lord on this dreary grey October morning. I do not ask nor expect Him to lift my spirit for as I gaze to the majestic golden hickory of autumn, it comes to me that the somber mood within which I am beset creates a condition for fellowship that might not otherwise be attained.

Silent raindrops strew the tiniest of dark impressions on the brown jacket I’m wearing and also mingle with my tears, surely diluting the silent rivulets on my cheeks, but not for even a moment lessening the heaviness on my soul. As I approach a copse of great oaks so bold as to remain verdant as they stood midsummer, my mind is in bleakest mourning for a soul mate, no, two soul mates I was compelled to surrender back to the Almighty three weeks ago. Much of my heart went with them, yet somewhere in the depths of this solemnity, I understand. I understood for the whole of their time with me, but as is wont for the human psyche, that understanding was kept buried, as now they lie under the rain-soaked fallow hickory sentinels interred beneath, never again to romp through the wood, now somber and silent as if to join in my melancholy.

My old faithful girl, Dusty was ever at my side for the better part of fourteen years. Her closeness was constant so that it now feels as though some great and silent emptiness tears at my mind. An October chill wraps itself around my being as I scroll through memories of her – kissing me always on the mouth. If you wanted a kiss from Dusty, you had to prepare yourself for her style. She was the closest friend – no, family member – I’ve ever had and the loss is near unbearable. When God allows us to love, when we are blessed with His love and have it in our hearts, there is a price to be paid. I find myself for almost a month now remitting that cost. I wouldn’t give up His gift of love though – she didn’t.

Chewy was Dusty’s litter mate, we picked them both when my daughter was mourning the loss of an earlier pet – her name was Mika, and she was only a young pup. Had a disease we didn’t know about until it was too late. I took my daughter to a breeder and she chose Chewy. Dusty was the last one of that litter, and I didn’t want to leave her alone, so I picked her and she turned out to be a huge blessing for me, but I got attached to her brother Chewy almost as much as her. They were together for their entire lives of close to fourteen years, almost to the minute. They were both sick and getting worse by the day and it was a call I knew I had to make – the hardest of my life.

The chilly rain continues to wend its way down the dark boughs of watchful black gum trees as a faint breeze drifts through these wooded hills of autumn as I mournfully reflect. I understand that time alone will heal my loss, but not enough time has passed for the grief to abate much, and in some morbid imagining of guilt for having them euthanized, I continue to punish myself – unfortunately it’s how I’m wired so I’ll have to keep telling myself I did the right thing, but it’s almost impossible to convince myself, such is my misery.

Sorry for the downer of this post, but maybe posting it’ll help my healing. If any of y’all have lost a beloved pet, you’ll know, at least at some level, of what I’m trying to get through. The dreary grey autumn wood reflects my state of mind perfectly, and God understands what I have to deal with, so it’s as if in this moment He has set His creation around here to accommodate my grief – maybe to grieve more deeply and get it over with.

I have to believe those pups are in the hands of Jesus now along with all the other pets I’ve lost through the years. If you’ve had this unfortunate experience, yours are there too. There’s just too much love there to be gone. The Bible doesn’t say a lot about the spirits of animals, but to have experienced how much those old pups loved me – indeed, they taught me a lot about love – I choose to believe they simply had to have spirits and are now in His spirit world.

I’ll probably just amble through the damp, silent woods this afternoon and remember the good times we had together. As the wet-weather creeks slowly fill with rain and spent leaves, at some point I’ll come back inside to a hot cup of coffee and resume enjoying the company of my other pups – two adorable gifts Dusty left me six years ago to remember her by (and I’ve also come to love them dearly). Again, I apologize if this puts you on a downer, but if this doleful eulogy touched you, I hope at least it was in a good way.

God bless all.

MK

Tribute to the Best of Soldiers

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Van Nathan Kitchens Junior. We just laid him to rest Saturday. It was about as glorious of an autumn day as you could ask for and the military honors were a solemn and well-appreciated addition to his departure. He would have been pleased to have seen it, and somehow, I’m pretty sure he did.

He had turned eighty-six years old in May and his health had been on the decline for the last several years, but he stayed on his feet as long as he could, although someone in the family told me he had at last resigned to forego deer-hunting this year due to his physical condition. That would have been welcome news for the local deer herd, because even at his advanced age, he was ever a yearly threat to them.

The eldest of a family of ten kids, he grew up with his hands full helping his mom and dad with his younger siblings. His dad worked at odd jobs before settling into being a butane (now days it’s all propane) delivery man, which didn’t pay much, so Van Junior, known as Rip to his family, grew up in a poor family. Once he got grown, he didn’t seem to particularly like talking about his childhood nor adolescence, and that was probably why. Not having an abundance of provender on the table when he was young could also account for his love of hunting and fishing, as it was an extraordinary welcome bounty for the family to bring home some venison or fish – it was mostly catfish back in those days, caught out of a lazy meandering old silt-laden river, the Neches, in East Texas where he spent most of his early years. He became exceptionally good at hunting and fishing; in fact, he was among the best I ever knew. He knew how to cook it up, too.

All of his brothers and sisters remember sitting around the old house late in the evenings as he told them stories – he was especially good at it, and the kids listened attentively to each yarn he would tell them, hanging onto every word. This was in the days before cell phones, neither were there TVs in every home, and certainly not in the Kitchens household, with the much-beloved Pentecostal Matriarch, Billie Jewell who would not even think of allowing a “hellivision” into the house. Looking back, those old Pentecostal believers were right about the TVs. Back when we were having the discussions about the morality of TV, harmless shows like I Love Lucy, and Leave it to Beaver were the staples, but look what it’s morphed into today.

He left home to join the Army while he was still a kid, it had to be an exuberating venture, especially to finally pass the demands of big-brothership on to younger siblings, who I’m sure were ill-prepared for the baton – Rip had grown up with it, so he undoubtedly stepped into great freedom when he put on the uniform. Rip became passionate about his service to the Army and was more loyal to its mission than most.

He grew up with a very special sister, Verna, with whom he had a special bond – more so than with his other siblings, but I guess that sort of thing happens in families, some kids become partners in crime and have closer relationships with each other than with other siblings. As youngsters Rip and Verna together experienced travails that were common to post-depression children. Especially those who happened to be children in families that were another level of poor. They both did well as adults and were able to rise above their meager beginnings. Verna passed away back in 2013 while living in Colorado, and it was a terrible loss to the whole family, but it was easy to sense it being extra tough on Rip.

His first marriage lasted long enough for he and his wife to raise a daughter, Kim, and a son, Van III, but eventually the marriage would fail, and he would go on to meet his special love, Becky, with whom he absconded to Missouri and set up a nice ranch in the Ozarks. After a while he received the tragic news that his son, Van Nathan Kitchens III, had been killed in an automobile crash out in the Colorado mountains. The son was known to the family as Bubba, and everyone in the family knew and loved him. He served in the Army and did a tour in Iraq in at least one of the operations over there. Before the accident took him, he had married and had his own son, Van Nathan Kitchens IV, who I had the pleasure of meeting at Rip’s funeral. Number IV has a son of his own, a handsome, happy toddler and of course, his name is Van Nathan Kitchens V. Rip took Bubba’s death especially hard, as would be expected, a tragic episode in life which only a parent losing a child could know.

Rip spent a lot of his time in Missouri raising beef cattle as long as he was able, then as the late autumn stage of life closed in and age began to catch up with him, he gave up tending the herd, spending his hours reading, or with Becky and occasionally with family members. He had a couple of brothers who also came to Missouri with whom he visited as often as they came by, or he could get up their way. Van was serious about the church business as well. He was a devout Sunday school teacher and was dedicated to the work of the Lord; a stalwart Christian, and he will surely awaken from his rest no longer clad in the decrepit old carcass he wore out here on earth, but in the new eternal form the Lord will bestow upon him.

The blue jays are out this time of year in Southern Missouri, and everything is peaceful as dry autumn breezes waft through gold-gilded hickories standing somberly against the indigo October sky. I go out into the woods a lot in the fall, it’s my favorite season and it reminds of days gone by long ago – an innocent time in life when Rip would take a little scamp, fifteen years his junior, with him to hunt squirrels. That little tag-along was me. He was – and ever will be – my beloved big brother.

We will see him again soon in the company of Jesus.

May God bless all and may you Rest in the blessed Peace, Van Nathan Kitchens Junior.

Special condolences to Becky and Kim.

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MK

P.S. Some of the numbers, i.e., junior, senior, IV and V, were mistakenly out of order in the earlier versions they are hopefully corrected in this edit. Sorry.

The Water of Life in a Dry Place

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It’s Monday morning here in the Ozarks, and we continue to enjoy a very mild summer, in fact it feels more like fall outside, and it’s only mid-August! As we read on the news and watch the weather reports, we are constantly bombarded with news about horrible weather events around the world, droughts, heat waves, storms and floods, so we are thankful here for the nice weather God has bestowed upon us.

I opened my mail from over the weekend and one of the letters was a request for financial assistance from one of the American Indian schools, this one in Montana. It is the St. Labre Indian School in Ashland. They got a quote for a new water purification system for the reservation and are in pretty dire straits, because what they need is going to cost north of 700,000, and as we all know, Indian reservations are typically not very well off financially – they need help.

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The lifestyle to which they’ve been relegated today

Now I don’t know how everyone feels about a responsibility to help these people, but we all know the stories of how our forebears forcibly took over the country from them, and in the process they committed some very atrocious misdeeds. Acts such as giving the tribes blankets that were intentionally contaminated with smallpox, and the white man’s army decimating their villages, killing everyone, even children are among those acts of genocide that have been reported, and which there are no reasonable grounds to doubt.

For much of my life as I learned of the atrocities, the broken treaties, and the terrible ways that our ancestors treated the Indians, I’ve felt that if only there was something I could do to try and make it up to them, it would be the least I could do, so I try to help out as I can. I well understand that there’s nothing substantive we can do to rewrite history in any honest way, and it would be a waste of time to attempt to, but there are some things we can do to at least help to alleviate the tragic suffering they still endure, the squalid living conditions they face daily. For the living standards we enjoy in this beautiful country our fathers took by force, I think we should consider making a nominal effort to help these folks out and helping them to be able to get clean drinking water isn’t too much to ask.

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I’ve never gotten involved in fund raising of any kind – this website isn’t even monetized – so I really don’t know how to start with this, but I’m sure that there are readers out there who might be able to help, and to be honest, a person should be able to just send some financial support to the St. Labre school, either mail it or send it through one of the ways they have set up to receive support. Your help is tax-deductible. Here’s their info:

There are readers of this site from all walks of life and in lots of diverse places. Some college kids read folkpotpourri, and it would be a monumental help for this cause to get word out on some of the campuses and lets see what we can do to help St Labre.

As a bonus, I’ll link a tribute from Folkpotpourri to the Indian folks from some time ago.

Remember, Jesus said whoever gives even a cup of water to His servants in His name, there will be a reward. Mark 9:41

For whoever gives you a cup of water to drink in My name, because you belong to Christ, assuredly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward. The St. Labre school is a Christian school. It will make you feel better in your heart when you help those in need.

Come on folks, get the checkbook, but just as importantly the word, out – there’s something we can do to help here and to amend some wrongs from the past.

God bless you all,

MK

Reflections on Grandpa’s Little Varmint

There’s a pair of smallish work boots in the spare bedroom and a few other knick-knacks she left when she was last here.  There’s a big smile she left in my heart too.  It’s mine now and it will always be, and it’s one of the few things that hasn’t been claimed by cobwebs.  Literal and figurative cobwebs – but those ginkgo supplements do help. I doubt if she thinks about this old Ozark farm very often these days. 

Maybe someday my fond memories of her will fade like everything else seems to as I arrive at a stage of my journey through this existence I used to consider to be life.  Having turned seventy years old last year, I guess I’ve finally come to realize life isn’t what I once thought it is supposed to be – in a way it’s sort of disappointing, but in another way, it’s sort of a relief.  I no longer have to try and live up to a lot of the expectations I always felt I needed to achieve.  In a way, it’s like taking a burden of pride off my shoulders.  Priorities change.  Many unfulfilled dreams have long been packed away – mostly in silent corners of outbuildings, likely never to be reopened, never to be realized, nor indeed remembered, once I take that last hike. Anyways, most of those expectations were those I placed on myself, so I’m free to discard them at will.

On the brighter side, there are some advantages to arriving at geezerhood.  Things that used to be so important to me now seem to carry less significance.  I’m able to “zoom out” and get an albeit belated, fresh perspective.  I’m sure she’ll get there someday too, but for now she’s in that glorious process of spreading those precious little wings – I remember that phase of my own life, and that of my daughters, and at the most significant level – as it should be – I’m able to excuse her for having left me to wipe a tear away once in a while as I reflect on tidbits of her presence with me – like those dusty work boots.  And that priceless smile.

She’s away in college and life is undoubtedly teaching her those lessons us aged creatures have learned through the years, and when she gets to the point in life where I am, she’ll surely understand that the lessons she learned outside the classroom are among the most important of them all.  I hope some of the things she learned out in the woods when those boots were on her feet will be among them.  Of course, she’d never be caught wearing work boots where she is now – we bought them for her when she was up here on the farm visiting.  They kept her feet warm and saved her toes from accidentally dropped firewood as she helped me with chores.  Maybe she’ll make it back up here while I’m still around.  What a lift for this old heart to see her!

I remember when we lived out in Colorado when she was just a pup.  Her family lived with me then, in fact she and her mom had lived with me since she was born.  She was maybe four or five years old.  Around Pueblo where we lived, there isn’t much rain – it’s semi-arid prairie country – but we did get some rain in the spring and it filled up ditches and holes, only to rapidly evaporate when the blazing Southern Colorado sun returned.  The creatures of the prairie take advantage of the sparse rainfall, mostly in reproductive pursuits, and little frogs lay thousands of eggs in every water hole – eggs which would quickly hatch.  We had one such waterhole in a ditch about a quarter of a mile down the dirt road from our place, and one day after a recent rain, she and I happened to walk by it and saw thousands of tiny tadpoles struggling in the muddy but still precious water.  By the time we saw them, the sun was already beating mercilessly on the rapidly drying terrain, and I casually mentioned to her that those little guys wouldn’t make it because the hole would dry up before they got grown.  Later that day and for the next several days I watched as she put a five-gallon bucket on her little wagon and filled it with water from the garden hose and a little biped mammal trudged down the road to pour it in the puddle so the diminutive baby amphibians could survive.  What a heart God put in that little angel!

Her mom got married to a fine young fellow and they eventually got a family started and moved away – tore a big chunk out of my old ticker to have to part with them.  These days she goes to college and plays the clarinet in the college wind orchestra.  She picked it up in high school and got really good at it.  For anyone who might get the impression that I’m bragging on my granddaughter, well ok I am, so I’ll add that in her senior year in the Lufkin high school she made first chair in the all-Texas State band.  I guess that means she was the best high school clarinet player in the whole state. 

Here in the Ozarks the dogwoods are about to open out their blooms, I expect in about three weeks.  Their buds are swelling, and the woods are going to come alive with rivers of snow-white flowers flowing brightly along all the roads.  Weather conditions in the spring vary with rainfall, late cold spells, and such, so some years the blooms are more extravagant than others.  Though they are always pretty, a couple of years ago we had a really spectacular bloom.  Up until then, I had never seen such a beautiful sight in the woods.  It’s just impossible to describe – there’s a touching emotional component to such a sight.  It really puts you in a mood to tell God how much you appreciate His grace for giving us things like that on this old earth.  Alyssa wasn’t here to see it, and pictures just don’t do it justice.  Maybe on some spring break down the road she’ll make it here to enjoy a dogwood bloom.  I get this mental image of her wearing her bulky work boots out in the woods, watching in silence and awe as a spring breeze gently caresses those boughs of snowy decadence.  That smile of hers would shine for sure!

I have to close here and get to some spring chores.  Though I love her and miss her, at my age I understand how life works, and with the wonderful company of two of my daughters, a few precious in-and-out grandkids, a great son-in-law, and my beloved dogs I’m not really lonely.  Alyssa has a boyfriend now and lots of things going on in her world.  She’ll (hopefully) finish college and get on with her life as an adult, maybe raise some kids of her own, and who knows?  I might still be around to enjoy them every now and then.  

But for now, there’s firewood to split and a garden to till – life in the Ozarks goes on.

MK

Mortifying on a Lonely Yukon Mountaintop

I did a post recently about a plane crash up in the Yukon for which people have been searching for over 70 years. The post is at Not Hidden – Obliterated – Folk Potpourri. Several pictures taken from the satellite imagery are in that post and are not included in this one. I sort of get the feeling I’m searching alone in this area and would very much like to get others interested in looking at this site. Younger, sharper eyes might find things that these old 70-year-old eyes don’t see.

I’d be happy to email the coordinates if queried in the comments. Although the coordinates direct you to a specific spot, there’s actually a fairly big area of debris all around it. Again, I remind the reader that there is very little recognizable wreckage there – you gotta study it. Readers who might like to practice sleuthing will likely find other things that these posts have missed. Here’s a few pictures of some more imagery with some items that are man-made:

Look closely in the blue box, I’ve marked what I think is a gutted piece of fuselage with some kind of antenna attached to it. Sharp pointed black object upper left pointing to ten o’clock. There are no trees on top of this mountain so it’s unlikely to be a limb, and rocks don’t grow like that. Sharper eyes than mine might well see other things in the pic that I missed. Like whatever that piece in the bottom right is, it’s not a rock.

In this image, if you study it carefully, you’ll see several man-made objects including the basket-shaped piece in the lower left under the “h” in Google Earth. Inside the red circle is a curious piece with what looks like light colored stripes on the end. For some reason, this piece in particular seems to scream at me every time I scan it. It’s like, “Hey! Look at me – figure out what I am and you’ll be able to solve this puzzle!” Almost looks like the end of a propeller blade, but who knows? From the amount of debris in this immediate area, I think this is very near the point of impact – or at least the main impact. See how the earth is kind of shoved up into a pile in places with shadows behind (above)? These areas are devoid of the natural distribution of rocks too.

This is another picture I picked purposely so you can zoom in and look among the smithereens for man-made things. There are many. The circled object looks like some kind of gearbox housing with a circle of flange bolts broken out of what appears to be a thick casting. You can spend a lot of time finding odd-shaped objects in this one. For instance, there’s a bunch of pieces of torn and crumpled sheet metal scattered all around. Even though the color is close to the natural terrain, if you look carefully, you can tell slightly off-color objects from the rocks. Also looks like a lot of lichen covering everything, but some of the metal pieces are a tan off-white color and for some reason, some don’t have much lichen on them.

This pic also has several objects of interest, but in the red circle (again, need to zoom it) is an interesting piece of wreckage with what looks like some kind of insignia – the light-colored spot with dark petal-shaped forms around it. Note the straight lines and sharp right-angled corners of this piece – definitely not a natural rock formation. Again, several more objects of interest in addition to the marked one.

So far, although there appear to be some things that look like insignias of some kind, I haven’t found anything to confirm that this is the C-54 wreck. I don’t know of any other large aircraft that have gone missing it that neck of the woods and there is a lot of wreckage here, so if this is indeed a big plane wreck, it stands a good chance of being 2469 – the plane in question. This site is only a couple hundred yards off a straight line between Snag and Aishik. This picture is from imagery at the top of the ridgeline and there is debris strewn down both sides of the mountain from the ridge.

The method that works best for me doing is finding things that look peculiar and copying the image and reopening it with editing software – you can adjust contrast, lighting and color saturation to see it better. All of the pictures posted have been lightened up and color enhanced.

I really need help with this project. Even if someone could find evidence that this is not what I think it is, it would help to alleviate my frustration, but until it is disproven, I’m going to keep looking here. I think I have the comments settings fixed where it’s easier to leave comments, so by all means, even if you think the old grandpa is off his rocker, let me know what you think.

Keep in mind that there’s a good reason this thing hasn’t been found for 74 years. It’s not easy to see. If it was, it would have been found already. This search definitely needs to go to another level of scrutiny, and man I would love to go there and see in person all these little bits and pieces and what they actually are. I’ve spent many hours poring over this wreckage.

Happy hunting.

MK

Not Hidden – Obliterated

December 5, 2023

Note: Discussion settings are revised now – it’s easier to leave comments.

Somewhere in this remote mountainous terrain lie the remains of a tragedy.

There was a plane that went missing back in January of 1950. It was a military Douglas C-54D, number 42-72469, on a route from Alaska to Montana with 44 people on board. Last anyone heard from it was a radio call from near Snag, Yukon. Most likely a progress call-in to update flight status and location. The next call-in was supposed to be when they got over Aishihik, Yukon, southeast of Snag, but that call never came and no one has heard from the flight since. If I remember correctly, the flight crew reported some icing taking place during the Snag report – a piece of the overall puzzle that might have played a big part. Icing is when there’s a build-up of layer of ice, especially on the leading edges of the wings which dramatically interferes with airflow, hence lift, of the wing. There have been numerous crashes of planes over the years due to icing.

Since it was a military plane with military personnel aboard there was an intensive search for it, but the January snow both impeded the search and covered up any crash evidence. At first the weather was horrendous. Some planes involved in the original search crashed while searching in the bad weather, but it seems everyone survived those. The official search gradually tapered off and a couple of years into it, other events of higher priority concerning military aircraft occurred rendering the search for 2469 pretty much terminated, but relatives of the missing and other interested parties continued to search and follow up tips, and they have done so to this day. There was a documentary a few months ago about a revived interest in the search. Seems like the new search is dubbed Operation Mike, after the name of the pilot. That might have been the name of the original search too.

There are blogs out there where people post whatever information they might have, and some swap out stories of eyewitness reports, conspiracy theories, and so forth, so for sure, the search has become a thing once again.  In fact, sometimes it seems the search itself has overtaken the thing being sought.

The implications of finding this aircraft are not to be taken lightly. Thousands of people have been searching for scores of years. There has grown a veritable cult of people from all walks of life, commenting on social media with tips, speculation, mundane technicalities, of typical interactional traits. There are arguments, insults, lots of one-upmanship, and to tell the truth, sometimes it seems that “The Search” and its inherent camaraderie has found a life of its own seemingly divergent from the objective of finding the object sought. Individuals and organizations purporting to be professional searchers seem to have found sustenance in the search for this airplane. Things will change for a lot of people if it is found.

I became interested in the search, (not so much “The Search”) as lots of other folks have, not least because it’s understood by all of us that everybody deserves a proper burial. Being a veteran myself, it’s unsettling to think those guys were in the service just like I was and they’re MIA – still are after all those years. Somewhere up there enduring those long, dark winters in icy cold, lonely mountains, the bones of some boys that were serving their country during peacetime still lie, but it was a time when a horrific war was still fresh in everyone’s memory.  Bones of those boys and those of a lady with a young child who were traveling with them.  There must be relatives of the missing personnel who are still around and who’d like to have closure too.

People are searching using Google Earth. Most of the imagery is blurry up close and when you zoom out far enough to get good resolution it’s usually from too far up to see what you’re looking for. Still, it’s what’s available, and until they come up with some way to achieve better resolution, it’s all we have.  You can get to a point looking at it where you get goofy, but it is possible to make out some things.  The area of wreckage this post discusses is located a scant few hundred yards off a straight-line path between Snag and Aishihik, Yukon. Takes some dedicated searching. You just have to keep telling yourself that those souls are waiting to properly be laid to rest and the wreck is out there somewhere.

Regardless of the possible negative impact it might have on “The Search”, I made the decision to share pictures of the things I’ve found. There’s some interesting stuff in that mountainous area of the imagery in the opening picture of this article. Up close, the stuff in the area of interest looks like it could be wreckage, but it would help if a person was familiar with parts and pieces of a C-54, to make sense of any of it. Besides, if this is wreckage, it would appear that the aircraft smashed into that mountainside pretty violently and there are very few large pieces. A person looking for an intact aircraft carcass would be sure to miss this wreck. You have to zoom in till it gets almost blurry to see things, in fact at first glance without really looking closely, you won’t see much of anything. 

If what this post describes is the wreckage everyone is looking for, it is disappointingly pulverized.  As mentioned, there are few big pieces of a recognizable plane, but wreckage is there, you just have to study what you can see.  But then, that’s the hard part.  It takes determination and tenacity to pore over the imagery at the level required in order to find something.

It seems there are other missing planes in that part of the world, so the possibility, however unlikely, exists that the wreckage found here might be from another crash, but even if is, it’s still wreckage. The picture below illustrates just how difficult it is to make out things from the available imagery.

As you can see, there’s hardly anything discernible. Especially from this far up. To the left of the yellow pins are things that have been identified by zooming in and in many cases editing the lighting, contrast, color saturation, etc., to be able to see the things a little more clearly. The areas with the circles drawn have literally piles of debris in them. In fact, it was the area in the circle on the left that initially drew my attention to this site, but the circle wasn’t there then. Lots of interesting objects. The ever-so-slight color variation in that area is from what might have been a fire from long ago.

All around this site you can find items with symmetry and shapes that do not occur in nature. Circular objects, mangled sheet metal, flat pieces that leave shadowing noticeably different from that of rocks, pieces with perfectly straight lines and right angles, etc., but you have to zoom in, and in most cases edit lighting to be able to see them.

To gain a better understanding of why everything is so hard to discern, consider this: What remains of the craft appears to have undergone an extremely violent collision with the mountainside, leaving little of the craft large enough to recognize and/or identify. The large area of the scattered debris indicates there was probably a big crash. There have been 70+ years of rain, snow, mud, possible avalanches, high winds to blow around lighter pieces, and probably years of high intensity sunlight to bleach coloring. Aluminum, from which the fuselage is predominately constructed, oxidizes and takes off-white, grey, and greenish colors of the proximate environment, making it more difficult to see. There was a devastating 9+ magnitude earthquake back in the 60s not far away in Alaska which would have undoubtedly shaken things around, especially anything that might have been precariously clinging to a steep mountainside. Some of the items appear to be half buried in what may have been mud from rains. On top of all of this, you have to use grainy, pixelated imagery to be able to try and figure out what it is. Don’t really mean to complain so much about the imagery, it’s probably better than psychics and crystal balls.

To illustrate the difference between the original imagery and what things look like after editing, the following pictures from the imagery are shown:

The above picture is from original satellite imagery unedited. Looks like nothing but rocks.

This lower picture is approximately the same image after a bit of editing lighting and color, no object in the image has been altered. It looks to be the front of an engine in the red circle. The yellow lines point to what look like cowl flaps and the blue line could be a propeller blade, bent up (bent to the viewer’s right) in the 10 o’clock part of the circle. If you Google Pratt & Whitney R-2000 Twin Wasp engine, you can find not destroyed engines to compare to this image. The level of detail needed to positively identify this as the P&W engine, unfortunately is just not there.

The next image looks like part of an aircraft tail section in the center red circle. Is it from a C-54?

The next image is what looks like a cargo door in the larger circle. If you look closely, protruding outside the left side of the circle might be the accompanying cargo door (I believe there were two doors together that closed onto each other), but it’s not as discernable. Whatever that is in the smaller circle is unidentified. I call it the bird cage. It is definitely man-made, so what is it doing out here on a mountain top in the middle of nowhere miles and miles from the nearest road? Although size scale is near impossible with the fuzzy imagery and uneven terrain, this object would still be way too big to be something a hunter could have lugged up that mountain. If you have any idea, please leave it in the comments.

The image below is somewhat harder to make out, but it appears to be an engine nacelle still attached to a part of a wing. There are corroded cowl flap plates in the roundish area on the right of the center circle, and on the left side of that object and still in the circle, there is a nice black, symmetrical curve with a greenish coloring inside the arc. That curve looks to be the leading edge of the wing and the greenish part would be the inside of the wing, possibly a fuel tank bulkhead. It’s hard to discern whether the thing is right side up. To the left and overlapping the wing piece is a rather large round piece of crumpled sheet metal. Some of that piece is outside the circle. This whole section of debris is likely to have been some of that which tumbled down from the impact area.

This last picture is of a basket-shaped object lying on its side, maybe it’s something out of the plane’s cargo bay. Maybe it’s a piece of the plane. It’s near the ridgeline at the top of the hill, so whatever it is it must be pretty heavy to not have been blown off the hill for almost 74 years:

We can keep searching, but dare we find it?

Lofty Pastures

High up on the tops of the ridges, forest became lea.

Yesterday his sister called and said his water wasn’t working.  I was kind of busy, but as I’ve become accustomed, dropped everything and went over to see what needed to be done.  I’d already put a temperature-controlled heater in his pump house, but it’s not sufficient in extreme cold due to the gaps in the walls.  You’d have to see that collapsing old pump house to appreciate what it’s like to try and work in there, but we’ve had some -10F temps this winter, and a hydrant valve must have frozen and busted.  Now that it has warmed up, the thing was spraying, and had been for who knows how long.  Anyway, I had to make a trip into town and get a new faucet and put it on, and the job went smoothly enough.  Afterwards I reconciled myself, as always, to the obligatory visit in which to hear stories and anecdotes on how clueless all the young people are nowadays and hopefully hear some of his unparalleled stories of the old days.  I always listen – I enjoy listening to those tales, even the ones I’ve heard before, which by now is most all of them.  After doing the job in that wretched pump house, it was nice to be out and sit and talk with him.  I’ve also learned over the years that when it’s time to go home, it’s not necessarily impolite to leave him talking.  He doesn’t seem to mind; in fact, he doesn’t really seem to even notice.  There’s just no other way to go about it.  He doesn’t stop.  And as it’s so captivating to listen to him, if I don’t keep in mind that I have to go, I could get hooked for hours, and believe me, I have.

Old dilapidated pickup trucks and pieces of road maintenance equipment, some from the 1940s, silently sit in varying states of rust and decay, some hidden in the woods, others proudly rusting in the open sunshine of hay fields where beef cattle grazed not so long ago.  It’s almost as if they’re watching; waiting, but for what?

Many years ago, and for years, he cleared the hill tops of the hardwood forests that are prevalent in this part of the country.  Cleared timber and rocks to make hay fields and grazing pastures, and there are acres and acres of them.  Said his dad paid him ten cents a wagon load of rocks, long piles of which are still lying along the fence lines where he took them all those years ago.

Timberline Road in the Fall

There’s an old barn down the dirt road, Timberline Road, that he built with his own hands as an adult, but also many years ago.  Due to all of the cow fertilizer which accumulated there, and the fact that the cows are gone, weeds and vines are growing profusely all around it, winding up through rolls of used wove-wire fence, unidentifiable pieces and parts of farm equipment, and rusty gate sections.  Back in the days before he got into the beef cattle business, he ran dairy cows there and attended to all the labor-intensive operations of feeding, milking, delivering calves, and the numerous other duties required.  The fading and peeling white paint testifies to the many silent years gone by since the milk days.  He morphed from dairy to raising beef cattle somewhere along the line, but in the last few years, he sold off his herd – just got too old to work them anymore.  He sure has been lonesome there with all those old cows gone.  Sometimes in decent weather I go over and ride with him on his ATV, and we go over his property, just like we did when we rode around to see his cows, but now that they’re gone, he just stares wistfully across the lonely fields he spent so much of his life working. Sometimes I wonder if he still sees cows and hears them lowing out in those silent fields of yesterday.

The Old Milk Barn

I’ve been living here going on five years, sort of across and about a half-mile down the dirt road from his house, an ancient homemade hardwood mountain hovel with a rusty tin roof – all precariously perched on the east slope of the hollow.  I live in the bottom of the same hollow sort of on the west side.  Not long after I moved here, there was a big dead tree still standing on his side of the road and since I had already done some odd jobs for him (free of charge of course), he always wanted to pay me for helping him but I wouldn’t take any money, so I went over to his place and asked him if I could cut it – we could square up with firewood – the tree needed to be felled because eventually it would come down in a high wind and land on the road.  He okayed it and even grabbed his chain saw and showed up on his giant tractor to help.  I was impressed that a fellow his age could still get out there and sling a chain saw like he did.  Someone forgot to tell him he was too old to do that.  But alas, age has overtaken him now, and he couldn’t work firewood anymore.

In the years I’ve known him, I’ve spent many an hour listening to his stories of life here in the Ozarks – mostly stories from long ago.  A tough customer of a hardscrabble life in the Ozark hills, he’s suffered his share of accidents – once in a sawmill a piece of wood flew out of a saw and hit him in the left eye.  He had to go find a friend to take him to Springfield (about 75 miles away) to the doctor, but they couldn’t save the eye.  Years later as an old man with only one eye he can still see deer in the woods that most folks (including myself) don’t see.

He was working out in the woods cutting timber when he was younger, and felled a tree which came down in an unexpected way, and landed on his leg.  He called his friend who was working with him to help him and he got free and finished cutting wood and loading the truck.  It was only after he got back to the mill that he took off his boot and looked at his injury – his lower leg and ankle was broken in three places!  And he’d kept on working.  He tells another story of operating a tractor that flipped over backwards and trapped his foot under the steering wheel.  He said gasoline was pouring from the tank right next to him, and the engine was still running.  He had to cut his boot off to get free, and he did.  He never said whether the tractor burned up after he got away.  He was definitely a tough old codger.

He’s got a big buck cape mount covered with dust in the living room of his farm house.  It’s got a huge spread – one of the biggest racks I’ve seen in person, but he never had it scored.  I’m sure it would make book.  He relishes telling the story of how he got it.  Wasn’t even hunting.  He stepped out of the door of the farmhouse down the road where his sister now lives, and saw the giant buck about 75 yards away, and went back into the house and got his gun and stepped back out and bagged it.  There were family members in the house when he walked back in and told them he’d shot a big buck, they walked out in disbelief to see it.  Sure enough, a monster buck was on the ground out there.

There’s a lone walnut tree in the hay field south of his house, on a slope down to the road.  He tells me that’s where he wants to be buried – right under that tree.  The tree stands patiently waiting.  Maybe that’s what the old relic barns and vehicles scattered around are waiting for too.  Who knows?

He’s grown old now, and his health is failing.  Has diabetes, heart problems, arthritis or gout in his knees that hurts him so bad he can barely walk, and the good Lord only knows what else might be going on in that old carcass.  He has to use a cane to get around anymore.  His mind wanders and he has a lot of trouble remembering things.  We recently talked and he mentioned that he might be interested in a nursing home.  I encouraged him to do that, he is at a point where he can’t take care of himself.  Hopefully he will make that call, I’m sure he’d be better off, but this old neighborhood and those hay pastures will never be the same without him.