Escape

​The moon slips silver across still water,

frogs chant their low, ancient hymn.

A fish rises — one clean splunk —

and the night swallows it whole.

I sit where the ancestors once piled their stones,

their twilight mounds breathing under moss.

No engines, no voices, just the lake

holding the stars like a quiet promise.

Blood under the desk stays far away.

Here the cycle turns without hurry —

birth, hunger, death, and the soft splash of return.

I breathe, and for once the world lets me.

History around us: The forgotten victim of the Enoch Brown massacre

      Most people only know about the schoolhouse.

They don’t know that the same four Lenape warriors struck the day before, July 25, 1764, in Peters Township near Bridgeport.

      Susan King Cunningham was born about 1735, in what was then Cumberland County, Pennsylvania — which later became Franklin County. She was the daughter of Robert King, a Scotch-Irish settler. By the 1750s, Susan’s family had pushed west into the frontier of Peters Township. Around 1757, she married Hugh Cunningham.             They settled on a homestead near the small settlement of Bridgeport, later known as Marks. Their home stood close to McDowell’s Mill and its stockaded fort. She was 29 years old and pregnant with another child.

    On that July day she was walking through the woods to visit a neighbor when the warriors caught her. They beat her to death and scalped her. The warriors then cut the unborn child from her body and laid the infant on the ground beside her. That’s exactly how her family found her.

    The very next morning those same warriors walked into Enoch Brown’s classroom. They killed the teacher and ten children, scalping every one of them. Only one boy lived.

These two killings — a pregnant mother and a classroom of kids — tore through the Conococheague Valley. Eight months later, that same fear and rage fueled the Black Boys Rebellion, when men from these hills painted their faces black, burned supply wagons, and twice attacked Fort Loudoun.

    Susan has no grave marker. No plaque. No park. Nothing. Just a few forgotten lines in dusty books.

But out here, we remember the ones the history books left behind — because those are the stories that show how hard this land really was.

This is the kind of history we walk past every day out here in the backcountry, quiet ground that still remembers.

Sacred ground 

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I’m thinking about blogging again, 

Over the years my life has changed, times have changed. And technology has changed.
I hope you like the future content.
With the advent of AI to do research I hope to bring subjects and history alive and honer our pasts.
Stay safe. Bob 

The Barlow Pocketknife

 

  From the farm to the field this is probably the one of the most iconic (and my favorite) pocketknife patterns to have been carried through history. Even making its name into a song and literature most notably Mark Twains Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Hucklberry Finn.

  “There was empty dry-goods boxes under the awnings, and loafers roosting on them all day long, whittling them with their Barlow knives; and chawing tobacco, and gaping and yawning and stretching - a mighty ornery lot.”

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

  The pattern is recognized by a heavy bolster and slight tear drop handle, the heavy bolster adds to its strength and was designed to be an affordable knife built hardy enough for everyday tasks.

  The design first appeared in the late 17th century in England and attributes it’s name to its original designer. In the 19th century the John Russel Company started marketing their own version in this country.

  There was a time in this country when a man woke in the morning and along with his wristwatch, handkerchief and wallet would slip his favorite knife into his pocket to be ready for whatever came his way during the day.

Times have changed.

Stay Safe

Bob