If you like Bluegrass

I was never a big fan of Bluegrass music although I listened to it on occasion. Recently I was searching for something on U Tube and came across these very talented young Brothers who call themselves the Sleepy Man banjo Boy's. Bluegrass truly is Americas music which is the title of their first CD and they are working on their second. 

History Around Us: Mary Jemison...The Massacre!!

        During the attack on their homestead by six Shawnee and four Frenchmen, Mary along with her parents Thomas and Jane, her siblings Robert, Mathew and Betsy were taken along with a neighbor woman and her 3 children who was staying at the homestead. Her oldest brothers Thomas and John who were working in the barn escaped.
The ten captives were led Northwestward en route to the Ohio Valley, the children being whipped when they did not keep up. On the second night thirty or so miles from their home they were not far from the area now known as Fort McCord, a private fort that was destroyed by a band of Indians led by Shingas about two years prior.

        Around this time Mary along with the other women's young son were given moccasins to wear by the Indians. As they were separated and led away from the rest of the captives Mary's mother cried out.
"Don't cry Mary...don't cry my child. God will bless you! Farewell...farewell!

The gorge where Mary and the boy traveled with their captors.

The monument

  
Some pictures of the gorge that Mary and the young boy traveled with their captors.
  

 A narrative of the life of Mary Jemison: the white woman of the Genessee By James Seaver

Stay safe

Bob

History Around Us: Mary Jemison "White Woman of the Genesee"

I've always been interested in the the local history of our area, especially the period of around the time of the French and Indian war. One of the most interesting stories are of Mary Jemison. Born in 1743 aboard a ship bound for Philidelphia from Ireland from the accounts I've read.
They settled in Buchanan Valley in what is now present day Adams County Pennsylvania. There her family settled and lived in relative peace until a fateful day when a band of Shawnee's and Frenchman attacked and took them from their home. My words can't do her incredible story justice but you can read a first hand account that was written by James E. Seaver:    Life of Mary Jemison

Here are some photos of a trip I took to the area.

The sign is along US 30 at the intersection of 234 at Tick Tock

Her monument not far from the homestead where she along with her family were taken, the rock base that the statue stands on was taken is supposed to be the hearthstone from the cabin.

In C.Hale Sipes book The Indian Wars of Pennsylvania  he describes the location at the confluence of Sharps Run and the Conewago Creek, I started to follow Sharps Run towards the Conewago but ran out of time but I'm fairly certain I was in an area that her family or the raiding party may have traveled.

 Someday I hope to find the exact location of her homested, but soon I'll be going to the area that her family was put to death.

Stay Safe
Bob

Pocket Knives, Don't leave home without it!

 

My love affair with knives goes back to when I was just a kid, before I even had a knife I would sit on the front porch and sharpen a popcicle stick to a point on the concrete. Why I did that I'm not       sure, maybe it was some primal inclination to or a move towards self relience. Nonetheless after I got  my first pocketknife at the age of seven or eight (which is the small faux pearl handled penknife)  I've had one in my pocket ever since. 

When I was in my early teens I started working on the neighbors farm stacking hay in the mow,feeding and helping to milk the cows.  A pocketknife was a necesity, a tool you carried and used everyday on the farm and at home.

I even carried a knife in school but back then almost everyone I knew carried some type of a knife to school and it never raised an eyebrow.In fact it wasn't uncommon to see shotguns hanging in the gun racks in the school parking lot during small game season and no one got stabbed or shot, but times have changed I guess.                                                 

When it comes to pocketknives the skies the limit and theres a style, size or specific use you can get one for. They can be works of art or mechanical wonders with a multitude of functions combined with a cutiing blade. For the most part they can be carried and used without raising unjustified alarm, well maybe unless your getting a patdown by the TSA.

Rant Warning:

There was a day and age I think when a man was expected to 'fend for himself' or at least try, you were expected to be responsible for yourself.  From one of the many books I've read I remember a quote "I wouldn't trust a man who doesn't carry a knife". Where I read that I can't remember but I think it holds true in that the unprepared expect they will benifit from those that are, that they really don't have to do their part...that someone will be there to bail them out and that they don't even have to try. 

 Like the Boy Scout Motto "Be prepared"

"Be prepared for what?" someone once asked Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting,
"Why, for any old thing." said Baden-Powell.

Stay safe

Bob



History Around Us: A trip Not Wasted

     Its been awhile since I've posted anything but life seems to get in the way. Nonetheless we went on a drive and I was hoping to get photos of some sites in Burnt Cabins for a post on Pre French and Indian period locations and it fell through due to my lack of planning on the area.

    On the trip back we came back through Letterkenny Army Base and found the Chapel that was built by Italian POW's during WW II and the 9/11 memorial and I got some pic's.

The 9/11 memorial, I think they did a very nice job, it was kind of awe inspiring to see an actual piece from the towers.

        The Italian POW battalion worked at the General Supply and Transpotation Division at the depot. The commander on one of his nightly inspections discovered an elderly Italian(a stone mason) trying to kill himself. Upon further investigation he found that the man had gotton word his wife had died in Italy and he felt he had nothing to live for.
         It occured to him they might be able to help the prisoner if they could help him find a reason to live. The commander called him into the office the next morning and asked the elderly man if he would be interested in designing a Chapel for the base. The man became interested and said he could not only design the Chapel but he could build it.

         The chapel tower was built first using native stone gotton from the bases of old farmhouses located on the base and the rest quickly followed. It was dedicated in May of 1945 and closed soon after the war ended. It was reopened in 1963 and refurbished.

Stay safe, Bob