Pea Ridge

by admin on December 8, 2011

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In the early 60s Rosie and I, while on vacation, looked on a map that said Pea Ridge National Park. Since it wasn’t far we headed in that direction. As we pulled into town we saw a sign that said civil war museum 50 cents. I thought that was odd it was in someones garage. Then a few more blocks and there was another. We stopped at the third or fourth garage and went inside and the owner took our money. There were weapons of every kind from that era including some Indian war clubs and bows and arrows including the quiver for the arrows, uniforms both northern and southern. small cannons and cannon balls stacked here and there. Some of my relatives had found Civil War artifacts at Wilson’s Creek Battlefield in MO. but nothing like this. We left and went a short way out of town to the park; the museum building was not built yet but you could go on a self guided tour of the park so we followed the signs. It was early in the morning and there was still some mist lying low in the fields here and there and fading fast. a black top road meandered around the fields with a sign here and there explaining what happened there or how many were killed here. In the distance you could see a large rock cliff with trees on top we past the Elk Horn Tavern that was a hospital for the wounded and served as head quarters for both sides as the battle raged on around it. On the side of the wall of the Tavern there was a button you could push to hear the story of the struggle there. As the booming voice came over the speakers loud and clear I realized we were there all alone not a soul anywhere just the ghosts of all the men that died while trying to stay alive. We left and went up the road to the top of the cliff and you could look out over the fields below. There on the cliff pointing out toward the battle was a huge Cannon that changed hands at least twice or more in the battle. It was so quite you could hear your own heart beat. A sign said that you could walk across the field below with out touching the ground by stepping on the dead and dieing. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I turned around to look at my wife and two little kids….Lets go I said I don’t feel like we belong here. After the battle was over and bodies had been removed the farmers who owned the ground picked up wagon loads of rifles, bayonets, swords, bows and arrows clubs and cannon balls, and dumped them in ravines and the creeks beds so they could plant their crops and go on about the task of living……this fall we went through there again but we didn’t stop…. I had seen enough…

Back Home Again

by admin on November 5, 2011

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Rosie and I just got back from a great vacation in the Smoky Mountains. Our daughter flew into Nashville and joined us for a few days.The weather was fine and the fall colors were beautiful. The picture on the front page was taken one morning after a freak snow the night before and it was quickly melting, falling through the sunlight like little spears of silver light. We went as far east as Ash ville NC and took a trolley around town. the Biltmore Mansion is located there and it was evident that the Vanderbilts had more than there share of good fortune. He built his own train station along with a village for his workers to live near by, including a very nice church complete with a huge pipe organ. Even the local MacDonald was the most expensive to build, with marble floors and trimmed in oak with a baby grand piano. Our tour guide said the French Broad River that flows through town is the 3rd oldest in the world the oldest being the Nile in Egypt. Going back through Memphis we took in the Elvis Presley Estate and spent 4-5 hrs looking over the house and cars and motor cycles along with jewelry, clothes, guns and what ever else he wanted to keep him happy. But alas I guess he wasn’t. But to see all the awards that he received and all the good that he did with some of his wealth makes you glad he tried to help others that weren’t as lucky. He never wrote many songs but no one good sing like he could. From there we went on to Eureka Springs AR and saw more beautiful color surrounding a little town that is something to behold with all the little shops and so much history. Early Photos show a little wooden village with no trees, because they cut them all down to build it, then spring rains came and almost buried it in mud. All in all we had a great time and hope to go back someday.