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Wednesday, 15 August 2012

MOM'S CONVENTION, Part 2

Posted on 06:17 by Unknown
Today I am going to tell you about covered wagons, because when people used to travel halfway across the country to Oregon and California, they went in wagons.  If SUVs and interstate highways had been invented, I'm sure people would have traveled that way instead.  But sadly, nobody had thought them up yet.



Anyway, at the convention, there was an entire covered wagon that came right in through the double doors of the hotel.  Mom was there when the wagon arrived, and she held one of the doors open, but she did not pull the wagon because she did not want to feel like an ox.  At first, the wagon wasn't covered, but then the lady who owns it set up the hoops and put the cover over them.  That's what people used to do, back in the old days.  They started out with an ordinary farm wagon, and then they put up hoops, and they covered the hoops with canvas.  And that was the recipe for making a covered wagon.



Some people slept in their wagons, but usually the wagons were all full of stuff like food and furniture. So most people slept in tents or just out in the open.  Here's a picture of some of the bedding that people might have had in their wagons, such as quilts and pillows.  In my opinion, it would not be good to travel with your bedding hanging out of the back of the wagon like this because it would get all dirty and wet.  But Mom told me the quilt was hanging out of the wagon like that for display purposes only.




You had to have a lot of food in your wagon in order to make it all the way to Oregon or California without starving to death.  Mostly, people ate beans and bacon and biscuits and stuff like that.  Also they drank a lot of coffee.  Mom took a picture of some stuff that might have been in covered wagons.  Of course, there would have been great big bags and barrels of it, and not just these tiny little sacks.  Mom thinks that what's in these bags is corn meal, oats, corn, coffee, and maybe some kind of beans.  But she could be wrong because she says she is a city girl who is used to buying her food at the grocery store.



In this next photo, you can see the sort of dress like pioneer women wore.  Also they wore sunbonnets because they didn't have any sunglasses or sunscreen.




And these are the kind of shoes that women wore back then.  I think these shoes would fall apart before you could walk all the way to Oregon in them, but maybe I'm wrong about that.

If you have ever read any diaries that people wrote when they were traveling west on the trails, you will notice that they usually say how many miles they went each day.  Mom used to wonder how they knew the distance, but then she finally learned that some wagons had odometers on them.  Of course, then she wondered what an odometer for a wagon would look like.  But guess what!  The wagon at the convention actually had one of these odometers, and here's a picture that Mom took of it.



In order to make my blog more interesting and educational, I did about 15 minutes of in-depth research on how odometers got invented, and here's what I learned:  The rear wheel of a regular-sized covered wagon, which was 10' long and 4' wide, turned 360 times to travel one mile.  Before odometers were invented, a rag or ribbon was tied to one spoke of the wheel, and somebody had to walk beside the wheel and count how many times it went around.  I think if I had to do this, I would always be losing count.  But since I'm a dog, nobody would expect me to be able to count to 360 anyway!

Well, in 1847, some very clever Mormans named William Clayton and Orson Pratt were on their way to Utah, and they got tired of counting how many times the red rag went around when the wheel turned.  So they designed a "roadometer" with a series of cogwheels that counted how many times a wagon wheel turned.  A carpenter named Appleton Milo Harmon built the device, and it was used for the first time on May 12, 1847.

The roadometer could count up to 10 miles, and then it started over.  So somebody had to keep track of each 10 miles.  But this was tons easier than having to count every single turn of the wheel.  Odometers were covered by a box so that they wouldn't get wet if it rained, and they were taken off completely if the wagon had to cross a river.

So now you know where odometers come from.  There have been a few improvements since 1847, which is good, because otherwise you would have to make a note every time your car went 10 miles!



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Monday, 13 August 2012

MOM'S CONVENTION, Part 1

Posted on 06:50 by Unknown

My blog is now officially not on hiatus anymore!  Yay!  Mom got home from the Oregon-California Trails Association's convention Saturday night, and then yesterday afternoon she came and got all of us dogs out of Pooches' Prison!  (Oops, I mean Pooches' Paradise!)  We were soooooo glad to get home.  And the worst part was that Mom even paid for us to get a BATH!  I hate, hate, hate baths, as I might have mentioned before!  But it's over now, and luckily I did not drown.  I won't have to get another bath until maybe next year.  Or the year after that.

Anyway, I am not going to tell you about what all we did at Pooches' Paradise for a week, because it was mostly the same thing every day:  eat, poop, pee, sleep, play, poop, sleep, pee, eat, and sleep.  Instead, I'm going to tell you about Mom's convention because she explained it all to me, and she took a lot of pictures, and it was all mostly more interesting than being at Pooches' Paradise.

Today I will start by telling you about the bus tour that Mom was one of the guides for.  This was the tour she practiced for earlier, and I already showed you some pictures from when she was practicing.  But these pictures today will be different because they came from the Real Deal bus tour, with Real People on it.  The tour was called the Independence Route, which I think I told you before.

The tour started at the Independence landing, where people used to get off the steamboats and then go in covered wagons to Oregon, California, or Santa Fe.  In this picture, you can see the people from the tour group standing by the fence, trying to get a look at the Missouri River, which was hard to do because it was down at the bottom of the hill, and there were lots of trees in the way.  Sadly, this is as close as you can get to where the real landing was, since it doesn't exist anymore.




A couple of people climbed up on a big rock to try to get a better view.  Luckily, they did not fall off and get hurt while they were going up there or coming down.




Here are lots of tour members reading the markers.  Remember how I told you that people on these tours always like to read every word of every marker?  Well, in this photo you can see that I wasn't lying to you.




After that, the bus went through the city of Independence and to the Frontier Trails Center.  Then the bus drove around in a lot of little streets, trying to follow where the trail used to go.  The next place where Mom took pictures was in Minor Park near the Red Bridge.  In this area you can see some really deep swales that come up from the crossing of the Blue River.  When Mom was there before, she went and looked at the new Red Bridge, but the real tour went to the park to see the swales.



In this photo you can see some people who are not in a swale, and you can also see some people who look like they are sawed off at the waist.  Those sawed-off people are standing in the swale.  The reason why there is such a deep swale in this place is because when the wagons and oxen came up the hill after crossing the river, they were all drippy, and they made mud everyplace.  So then the hooves and the wheels dug into the mud, and the ground got cut into deep ruts.  Here's another picture of people walking in a swale.



Back in 1909, the Daughters of the American Revolution put up a marker to show that the Santa Fe Trail went through here.  Of course, the Oregon and California Trails did, too, but the marker doesn't mention that.  In case you can't read the marker in the photo, it says:




SANTA FE TRAIL
1821--1872
Marked by the
Daughters of the
American Revolution
and the
State of Missouri
1909
RED BRIDGE
















Here's another picture Mom took at Minor Park.  You can see a couple of shallow swales, and also you can see people reading markers.  Plus you can see the bus.




Mom saw a bunch of stuff left over from fireworks at the park.  This means there were some very stupid people shooting off fireworks in the dry grass on the Fourth of July, which could have made a fire start.  And if the fire got really big and burned many acres of land, it could have burned our house down because we only live a few miles from this park.  Yikes!  I don't like to think about this!



After leaving Minor Park, the bus got on a big highway called I-435.  There is always some kind of construction happening on this road, so the bus got stuck in traffic for a while and had to go slowly.




Finally, the bus got past all the orange cone thingies and went faster.  And then the group arrived at Mahaffie House for lunch.  This is the place where Mom saw a stagecoach when she was there before. There was no stagecoach on the day of the tour because the Mahaffie house was closed.  Except that they opened it up especially for the nice people on the bus tour.




The stagecoach horses had the day off, so they were out grazing in the dead grass, which does not look like it would be very yummy.




This horse is an appaloosa.  This kind of horse is like the dalmatian of the horse world because they have spots, like dalmatian dogs do.



Here's a nice bay horse who came over to say hi to Mom.  She got to pet him on his nose and face.  Also, he posed for a photo.




At Lone Elm Campground, everybody got off the bus and went to read the markers.  By that time, it was about 105ยบ so nobody wanted to stand out in the sun very long.  Most people didn't even use all the  time they were allowed to look around this place.  They just wanted to get back on the bus, where it was air-conditioned.




This might look like a wagon road, but it's really Cedar Creek, which goes through the Lone Elm Campground.  Except that right now, it's all completely dried up, so if you were a thirsty ox, you would be out of luck.




And speaking of dried up things, here are some prairie flowers that are.

Okay, that's all for now.  Another day I will tell you more about the convention.


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Sunday, 5 August 2012

MY BLOG IS ON HIATUS!

Posted on 06:45 by Unknown

Mom is going away to that convention thing, starting today, and she won't be back for a whole week!  Meanwhile, my brothers and I have to stay at Pooches' Paradise, and the cats have to stay at Dr. Patricia's office, and the foster kitties have to stay at PetSmart.  Which makes it a bad situation all around, if you ask me.  And the only one who might have any fun at all is Mom.

Anyway, I have not been able to write much in my blog lately because my Chief Research Assistant (a.k.a. Mom) has been running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get everything ready so she can go to the convention and have fun.  But when all of this is over, which will be on Sunday, August 12, Mom says we can go back to having a nice, normal, quiet life again.  I really, really hope she is right about that!


I asked Mom if I could go to the convention with her, but she said no.  This doesn't seem fair, since the hotel allows dogs to be there.  But Mom said it would be very boring and stressful for me because I would have to stay in a crate in the hotel room most of the time.  This does not sound like it would be much fun, but I do wish I could go for a ride in a covered wagon.  There is supposed to be a real covered wagon at the convention, but it will just be sitting in the lobby, and there won't even be any oxen to pull it.  So that seems kind of silly, if you ask me.

Well, that's pretty much all I can say about the fact that my blog is going on hiatus.  I was going to say it was going "on vacation," which sounds like more fun, but Mom said hiatus is a better word, and it almost makes my blog seem like a popular TV show or something.  Except that I am not leaving you with some big cliffhanger before the hiatus starts, which I think is really annoying when TV shows do that!

Anyway, I will only be gone about a week, so don't wander off and stop following my blog, okay?  Because I wouldn't like it if that happened!


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Thursday, 2 August 2012

IT'S TIME TO LEARN SOME MORE WORDS!

Posted on 06:59 by Unknown
A haboob in Iraq
The first word is HABOOB, which is kind of fun to say, even if you don't know what it means.  This word comes from the Arabic word habb, which means "wind."  A haboob is a really big sandstorm or dust storm.  It can happen in any really arid place where there is a bunch of sand just lying around, waiting for the wind to pick it up and blow it somewhere.  Haboobs like to make a big entrance by rolling into town as a wall of sand or dust that can be 3,000 feet tall.

Haboobs are common in countries around the Sahara Desert, such as Sudan, and they also happen in places like Arabia, Kuwait, and Iraq.  Australia has haboobs in its deserts, for instance around Alice Springs.  A haboob might blow sand and debris several kilometers into the sky.  And after the haboob is over, there can be a foot of sand left behind.

In North America, there are sometimes haboobs in Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas.  I don't think there are any haboobs in Missouri, but if we don't get some rain soon, it could happen!



Exodusters on St. Louis levee, waiting
for steamboat to take them to Kansas.
Library of Congress photo
If you look at the word EXODUSTER, you might think it meant somebody who was making an exodus from a haboob.  But if you thought that, you'd be wrong.  Because it turns out that an exoduster was an African-American who left the southern U.S. in 1879-1880 and moved to Kansas.  The reason people did this was because there was all sorts of scary stuff going on, such as the Ku Klux Klan and racial oppression and rumors that blacks might have to be slaves again.  So people packed up all the stuff they owned, which wasn't very much, and they left.

Kansas was the place people wanted to go because John Brown had been there before the Civil War started, and he had freed a bunch of slaves and took them to Canada on the Underground Railroad.  Also, Kansas had entered the union as a free state -- after people first did a lot of fighting over the issue -- so Kansas seemed like a more tolerant state than some others.  There were several agencies that tried to help the exodusters, but most of these people still ended up being very poor.  After the summer of 1880, African-Americans pretty much stopped coming  to Kansas, and the Exoduster movement died out.



SPOONY is another funny-sounding word, and you can use it to describe somebody who is silly and sentimental, fond, weak-minded, or soft.  A spoony person is goofy and lovable, and just wants to have fun.

The word was first used in English popular literature before 1835.   It's a term that was used by sailors who were out sailing around in those big, tall ships.  When a storm came up that was really strong, the ship had to put right before the wind, which was called "spooning."  The same thing might happen to a young man who was in the storm of courtship.  When he was in danger of being swept away by a look from his lady, he might have to "spoon" in order to stay upright and afloat.






The last word is FOMITE, which is a very important word to know if you want to keep from getting sick.  Any inanimate thing that can help germs get from one person to another is a fomite.  Some examples are towels, money, clothing, dishes, books, and toys.  This is one reason people use hand sanitizer after they handle something that might be a fomite.  Some of Mom's favorite fomites are (1) money, (2) gas pump handles, and (3) stair railings.  She tries to wash her hands after she touches any of these icky things.  Dogs don't usually worry too much about fomites.  But ear mites are a different issue!
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Tuesday, 31 July 2012

"Gather," a poem by Rose McLarney

Posted on 06:36 by Unknown















Some springs, apples bloom too soon.
The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick
to trust that the frost has finished.  Some springs,
pink petals turn black.  Those summers, the orchards are empty
and quiet.  No reason for the bees to come.

Other summers, red apples beat hearty in the trees, golden apples
glow in sheer skin.  Their weight breaks branches,
the ground rolls with apples, and you fall in fruit.

You could say, I have been foolish.  You could say, I have been fooled.
You could say, Some years, there are apples.


















Poem from The Always Broken Plates of Mountains, published by Four Way Books







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Sunday, 29 July 2012

MORE OREGON TRAIL STUFF

Posted on 06:58 by Unknown
On Friday, Mom went back out on the Independence Route of the Oregon Trail and finished practicing to be a tour guide.  She took her camera along again, and now I have some more pictures to show you.  The first place Mom stopped was the Mahaffie Stagecoach Stop and Farm Historic Site.  Mom did not tour the house or the museum because (1) she didn't want to take the time, and (2) she will get to do that when she is there on the bus tour.  So mostly Mom just hung out and took a few pictures.




The house is made out of stones, and it was built by James B. and Lucinda Mahaffie in 1865.  It was actually on the Westport Route of the Trails, but it got included in the Independence Route tour because the people on the Westport tour have plenty of other things to see.  The Mahaffies had a contract with the Barlow and Sanderson Stagecoach Line to feed the stagecoach passengers while fresh horses were busy getting hitched up.  Mrs. Mahaffie, her daughters, and hired helpers sometimes served between 50 and 100 meals a day to stage passengers who were traveling between Fort Scott and Fort Leavenworth.  The basement of the house was built to be a dining hall, and there was a kitchen down there, too.


J.B. and Lucinda Mahaffie

Anyway, while Mom was standing around, taking some pictures, she was shocked to see a real stagecoach drive out of the stable area.  Some people came out of the museum and got in the coach, and then it drove by.  This stagecoach was pulled by two draft horses, but usually, in the old days, teams of four regular horses were used because they were faster.  Or at least that's what you always see in the movies.




At the Mahaffie farm, the corn is really green and tall, at least in the middle of the field.  This is how the corn is supposed to look at this time of year, but most places it looks all dried up instead.  The Mahaffie people were watering their corn, which Mom could cleverly tell because she saw water shooting up high on the other side of the field.  And that is the reason this corn looked way better than all the other corn she saw on Friday.




The next place Mom went was called Lone Elm Campground.  This was a place where lots of people  stopped to spend their second night on the Trail.  Back in those days, this area was called "the treeless prairie" because of the fact that there weren't any trees, except maybe you could find some by a river or stream.  At this campground, there was just one big old elm tree that might have been 100 years old or something like that.  But finally somebody chopped it down to use for firewood, and after that, the Lone Elm Campground was more like the No Elm Campground.


The newest Lone Elm

Anyway, a few years ago, the City of Olathe, KS which is near the place where Lone Elm Campground was, bought a bunch of farmland so they could make a park.  Part of the park has fields where kids can play soccer and baseball, and then there is also a 40-acre area where the old campground used to be.  And that part has a picnic shelter and some historical markers and a few hiking trails.  They even planted a new lone elm tree there, except that it died, so then they had to plant another one. So far, it is still alive, but it is not very big yet.




Near the shelter house, there are some flowers called Black-eyed Susan.  But if you don't like that name, you can also call them Brown-eyed Susan, Brown Betty, Brown Daisy, Gloriosa Daisy, Golden Jerusalem, Poorland Daisy, Yellow Daisy, Yellow Ox-eye Daisy, or by their scientific name, Rudbeckia hirta.  These flowers are in the aster family, and they are native to most of North America, so that's probably why they have so many names.




After that, Mom went to a place called the Gardner Junction.  This was a very important spot on the Oregon, California, and Santa Fe Trails because it was where the Independence Route finally joined up with the Westport Route.  And also, this is where the Santa Fe Trail split off and went south.  At this spot, there is a special little park now, and it has several historical markers, which the people on the tour will be able to get off the bus and go read.




Meanwhile, the Real, Exact Spot where the two routes came together is only maybe a couple of hundred yards away, on somebody's farm.  If you look up this dirt road to the top of the little hill, you will see the Real, Exact Junction, because that's where it was.  Also, you will see a field of dead corn, which is how all the corn really looks everywhere except at the Mahaffie farm.




In fact, if you want to buy 50 acres of dried-up corn for yourself, here's some that is for sale.  You could make fodder out of it, and then plant some corn again next year, and if there is any rain, you might have better luck.  Or maybe you could plant soy beans, since that is a crop that is still green.  At least so far.




Of course, the reason everything is so dried up and dead is because of The Drought, which I told you about in a previous entry.  Mom took a picture of a big crack in the ground, and she put her foot in the picture so that it's easier to see the size of the crack.  Luckily, there aren't any cracks yet that are big enough for a person or dog to fall into, but that could still happen, if we don't get rain pretty soon.


Lanesfield School

Here's a photo of Lanesfield schoolhouse, which is on the National Register of Historic Places.  This school cost $1,000 to build in 1869.  The enrollment started out at 69 children, in all different grades.  After a few years, the town of Lanesfield moved two miles away, so it could be closer to the train depot.  This turned the school into a rural school instead of a town school.


Inside the school

Lanesfield School stayed open until 1963, and then it was closed.  But some people wanted to save it as a museum, and that's what they did.  In 1967, it opened up again as part of the Johnson Country Museum.  By 1987, the building was getting really run down, so it was repaired and made to look like it had back in 1904.


The outhouse, which has two seats

Lots of kids in the 4th and 5th grades visit Lanesfield School every year, and they get to find out what it was like being a student in a one-room school back in 1904.  When Mom was there, she didn't go inside the schoolhouse because it wasn't open, but she walked around and looked in the windows.  At least that's more than the bus tour people will do.  They just have to stay on the bus and gawk out the window.  But a lot of those people are old, so they have probably seen a one-room schoolhouse sometime in their lives already.




And finally, here is a marker that the Daughters of the American Revolution put up to show that the Santa Fe Trail went through the town of Lanesfield.  The DAR really likes to put up markers, and you will see these markers at all sorts of historic spots.  Mom could join the DAR if she wanted to, because she has at least one ancestor who fought in the Revolution, but Mom thinks maybe she has enough groups to worry about already!






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Friday, 27 July 2012

A TALE OF TWO BASSETS

Posted on 06:22 by Unknown
Five years ago, all the way back in 2007, there were these two basset hounds named Allie and Bama, and they had a happy home in Murfreesboro, TN.  Then suddenly one day, the two dogs vanished from their yard.  Their mom and dad, Brenda Travis and Tom Shields, looked everywhere for them, for a whole year.   But they never found a single trace of their beloved basset hounds.  Finally they decided that the dogs had been stolen, and they would never be seen again.



After a while, Ms. Travis and Mr. Shields moved to Wichita, KS, and they had a baby.  Then last week, a totally amazing thing happened.  Ms. Travis got a call from a woman at a shelter in Dallas, GA, and she said Allie and Bama were there at the shelter!  Someone found the two dogs in the parking lot of a tractor supply store on July 5.  Bama has a microchip, and there were three phone numbers on it.  Only one of the phone numbers still worked, and it was Ms. Travis's cell phone number.  So that's how the shelter called her.

A bunch of friends got together and started something named "Operation Sweet Allie-Bama," and they had a Facebook page and everything.  They all worked together to figure out how to drive the dogs from Georgia to St. Louis, where Ms. Travis and Mr. Shields came and picked them up.

When Allie and Bama saw their mom and dad, they ran right up to them because they remembered them and were very glad to see them again.  No one knows where the basset hounds were for the five years that they were missing, but they stayed together somehow, and they were fat and happy-looking when they were found.

©Brenda Travis

Now they are living in Wichita, and they are sure to have a good life there.  I just love stories with happy endings, don't you?
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