Ugh, I just saw where UNC beat Baylor. I'm not watching the games, no interest now but PLEASE don't let UNC, Duke, Kansas, UT or UCLA win the title this year.
Nope, I was maybe 10, about the time Santa left me a set of field guides. I used to paint, absolutly loved it. Enjoyed music as well. At one time I too consided wildlife photography to share the majesty of life but deciders didn't know how to discern. So I got busy. I did take photos . . . bazillions, then calibrate, geo-register, extract targeted infomation on the surface at to mm level and test it's validity. Then about 5 years ago. I was informed that I should negotiate my opinions. I smiled as I could retire anytime.Is that one of your photos? Did you take that picture? Beautiful. Makes me want to pic up a paint brush again
We were at one time. Tracing back through my father our name was Fitzgerald and we lived in Adare, Ireland. Solid Catholic. A King placed a ransom on a powerful land owner in Scotland and said anyone who brings me his head on a platter can have all of his wealth. One of my direct ancestors did and he got the land and moved over to Scotland. The King changed his name. The family converts to Presbyterian. Several generations pass and the King of England wants some protestants in Ireland. One of the ones he picked to go over was another direct line ancestor who had became a minister in the Presbyterian Church. He was relocated from Stranraer, Scotland to Ulster, Ireland and trouble began immediately. Catholic Ireland vs. Ulster Scots. Stranraer to Ulster is about 15 miles across the water.
The family later left Ulster and migrated to Philadelphia then went Westward to Appalachia Pennsylvania. Once there the Quakers let them know Presbyterians were not welcome and they better find the first Wagon Train out of town. They drifted down to Upper South Carolina and settled in. They lived far out of any town and Presbyterians had a church but would not go out to the people. The Baptist had circuit riders and they did go out among the rural people. The family were Presbyterians but not attending services and they converted to Baptist and worshiped in Brush Arbor style services. Now our family is pretty much Baptist.
BRUSH ARBOR MEETING
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FLAG OF ULSTER, IRELAND
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Nope, I was maybe 10, about the time Santa left me a set of field guides. I used to paint, absolutly loved it. Enjoyed music as well. At one time I too consided wildlife photography to share the majesty of life but deciders didn't know how to discern. So I got busy. I did take photos . . . bazillions, then calibrate, geo-register, extract targeted infomation on the surface at to mm level and test it's validity. Then about 5 years ago. I was informed that I should negotiate my opinions. I smiled as I could retire anytime.
What's a 2017 CR-V top of line with 20K on it worth? Just asking for a friend.Here's an idea about used car prices. A 2015 Honda Civic LX with 75,000 miles (low milage) is considered a good price at $18,000.
This story seems peculiarly familiar. (A Kentucky effect?) Here's a link to a journal article concerning my 8th great-grandfather from Dublin, Ireland. For me, a very interesting factoid concerning the beheading in your post.. I'm descendant of several other families subject to beheading events.We were at one time.
Tracing back through my father our name was Fitzgerald and we lived in Adare, Ireland. Solid Catholic. A King placed a ransom on a powerful land owner in Scotland and said anyone who brings me his head on a platter can have all of his wealth. One of my direct ancestors did and he got the land and moved over to Scotland. The King changed his name. The family converts to Presbyterian. Several generations pass and the King of England wants some protestants in Ireland. One of the ones he picked to go over was another direct line ancestor who had became a minister in the Presbyterian Church. He was relocated from Stranraer, Scotland to Ulster, Ireland and trouble began immediately. Catholic Ireland vs. Ulster Scots. Stranraer to Ulster is about 15 miles across the water.
The family later left Ulster and migrated to Philadelphia then went Westward to Appalachia Pennsylvania. Once there the Quakers let them know Presbyterians were not welcome and they better find the first Wagon Train out of town. They drifted down to Upper South Carolina and settled in. They lived far out of any town and Presbyterians had a church but would not go out to the people. The Baptist had circuit riders and they did go out among the rural people. The family were Presbyterians but not attending services and they converted to Baptist and worshiped in Brush Arbor style services. Now our family is pretty much Baptist.
FLAG OF ULSTER, IRELAND
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Hang in there Dave, we will get through this. The D is here and we are able to put those negative things in our lives aside and focus on life.Hello all,
I am around but as Clint stated as Dirty Harry. "Man's GOT to know his limitations." I will refrain as I am a self-evaluator to the max and I know what I can and cannot do and when I can do it. Too much disgust and actual anger now. (Over several things going on, not just UK. The country too is still not right and that is more sickening to see it in this shape.) God Bless you all and your families. If the Lord doesn't take me home I will return. (I know a decent warning when I post one.)
Dave
Well at least the Racers are still in it.My last trip to Murray State happened on April 27, 1982 for a Joan Jett and the Blackhearts concert at Racer Arena.
Go Racers!
What Racers are in it. Excuse me for asking but I have not watched a second of basketball since Thursday nightWell at least the Racers are still in it.
I don't know. I do know that Murray got beat by St. Peter's last night.What Racers are in it. Excuse me for asking but I have not watched a second of basketball since Thursday night
Happy Birthdays all around!!Good morning folks.
Busy, bittersweet day for me. Had a long talk with my father this morning on the occasion of his 91st birthday. I was home to KY last year for 90, but couldn't make it this year.
Then, just a few minutes ago, saw my son off as he heads back to Lexington for the last part of his next to last semester. Sad to see him go.
And now we're getting ready to head out for a lunch to celebrate my daughter's 25th birthday a day early - yes, she was born the day after my father. It looked like it was going to be a dead-on match, but the labor dragged on into the 21st. So my father and daughter straddle the line between the last day of winter and first day of spring.
I remember the night my daughter was born, after she went off to the nursery and my wife fell into a deep sleep, I walked outside, and the Hale-Bopp Comet was blazing at its absolute peak. Remember that? Weirdly, enough, I then walked out to my car, turned it on, and heard Mary Matlin, who then had a radio show, say my name as the very clearly first words once the radio came on. It turns out she was reading one of my stories on some sort of Bill Clinton outrage or other. Anyway, those are my most vivid recollections of that memorable night.
Hope its a good day for all of you.
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Wow, before SJW rules making it hate speech I thought fruit sex was between two gay guys.😁
Damn Duke won. This has been a really bad weekend. Lady Cats lose. UNC, Duke, Kansas and UCLA advance to the Sweet 16. Murray State loses. The SEC is shatting the bed. Wife is staying the night with her psycho mother. Ugh! At least my scrambled eggs and bacon turned out GREAT! I'll be watching Dunkirk in 4K.