BELIEVE IT OR NOT. . . - page 5

This is a variation of the older thread "Did you know...", or "Do you know...". I thought that thread was a lot of fun, and feel there are still so many odd or funny things going on in the world... Read More

  1. by   No Stars In My Eyes
    Of course it is half over already, but I just found out (on line, so it MUST be true!) This is NATIONAL BRAIN AWARENESS WEEK!

    Imagine that! But if you're not aware of your brain, you may not be able to imagine that. Or is imagination one of those autonomic things that carries on without you have to consciously keep track of it?

    I do know some people who don't seem to be aware that they have a brain, let alone that they can USE it to THINK, or change their mind or educate it or come up with ideas, or contemplate their existence. Downright scary. Face it, we're surrounded by idiots.
  2. by   No Stars In My Eyes
    This is TRUE:

    On a gravestone in Wetumpka, Alabama----

    "Henry Ritter Emma Ritter Dema Ritter
    Sweetpotato Creamatartar Carolina
    Bostec Catlen

    --daughter of Bob and Sukey Catlen
    1843-1852"
  3. by   Phil-on-a-bike
    A rather melancholy transatlantic gravestone connection between my local cemetery in Newcastle upon Tyne, and Iowa:


    Corsair was the infant son of Walking Rain, one of a troupe of Native Americans from Iowa, who arrived in Newcastle in 1845 to exhibit their songs and war dances. The group spent almost a week here. The young boy died in Dundee soon after their visit to Newcastle. The family requested that he was buried at Newcastle. Anna Richardson, a Quaker, arrived the burial. The Quakers visited the party while they were in Newcastle and found 'a party of 14 indians squatting on the floor of a small apartment, baby strapped in its cradle, and looking comfortable, having a crown of bells to jingle when it pleased - and White Cloud's little daughter running about amongst us'. John Wigham Richardson was about 8 years old when the group visited. He later wrote 'we youngsters dreamed of buffaloes and tomahawks, moccasins, bows and arrows and of the solemn forests and plains of the Great West. I shall never forget the delight of seeing them rub two pieces of wood together and then blowing up a fire.' The inscription on the ledger stone reads 'THE GRAVE OF CORSAIR INFANT SON OF SHON-TA-YIGA AND OKEE-WEME NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS OF THE IOWAY TRIBE WHO DIED AT DUNDEE 8TH OF 2ND MONTH 1845 AGED 8 MONTHS. THE REMAINS WERE INTERRED AT NEWCASTLE BY DESIRE OF THE AFFLICTED PARENTS'.


    (From the city archaeological records)
  4. by   No Stars In My Eyes
    WOW! Quite interesting!


    In Newburyport, Mass. there is a cemetery where there is a stone on which is engraved, the story of this apparently wonderfully well-loved woman, who died at the dinner table, surrounded by her (probably horrified and panicking) entire family ...by ... choking on a PEA. I'm going to have to look that up. I have a snapshot of it somewhere, several snapshots, The age of the gravestone and the angle of light, and the font of the old-fashioned calligraphic letters with flourishes, making the "S" with the hatchmark over the midpoint, look more like an "f"....Yes, all of that is what made it difficult to decipher and read. I'm thinking if I can find it ... oh rats! My books about gravestones of that region has been PACKED already. Good thing there's an internet! May or may not be back with the text of the gravestone...
  5. by   No Stars In My Eyes
    THE HOKEY POKEY --Shakespearean Style

    O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
    Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
    Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
    Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
    Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
    A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
    To spin! A wide release from heaven's yoke.
    Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
    The Hoke, the Poke -- banish now thy doubt.
    Verily, I say, 'tis what it is all about.
  6. by   cardiacfreak
    Dr. James Barry (1795-1865) served 40 yrs as an officer in the british service, fought in a duel, received a medical diploma,and became a renowned surgeon. At his death it was discovered he was a SHE--the first woman medical doctor of the British Isles.

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