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Land: True Wealth by Samuel E. Warren Jr,

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New Year, New Priorities – Land

 

 

 

 

Land:

True

Wealth

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This large blue diamond made of glass came out of the Crater of Diamonds State Park Gift Shop in Murfreesboro, Arkansas. The Crater of Diamonds is one of the few diamond mines in the world that allows members of the public to try an dig a diamond out of the Land. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

If the Land outside your window is hidden under a deep blanket of snow, then, January is not the time you will think about Land.

 

If monsoon rain is falling heavy outside your window and a gully of water is standing in your yard, then, January is not the time you will think of Land.  January Monsoon Rain_resized

 

This January 2013 Monsoon Rain Shower drips off my roof in the Philippines.

Land should be a subject that is taught in every school on planet earth. Real Estate should always be the Ultimate Business Of Planet Earth.

 

After all, property taxes pay for public schools from teacher’s salaries to the number of softballs stored in the gymnasium.

 

Real Estate should always be the “Ultimate Business Of Planet Earth” because there is only a definite amount of Land on the planet. Wars are waged for the control and ownership of Land.

 

The availability of Land determines where a school will be built and whether it will sprawl out along the horizon or rise upward into the sky.

 

The availability of a parcel of real estate will determine if it can be used for mining,farming, housing or a business.

 

There are no real estate offices in the Arctic and the Antarctic because the weather and environment keep the Land as giant ice cubes.

 

The world’s large deserts, the Sahara, Gobi and Mojave, are “wasted space” due to the extreme temperatures, but, people still try to live and thrive in these giant “Kitty Litter Boxes.”

 

Wars are fought for Land and the outcome decides if a student will learn his ancestor’s native customs and languages or if the child will have to learn a completely different language, culture and history.

 

Land is the greatest source of “True Wealth” in the world.

 

Food in the form of grain, vegetables, fruit and livestock all rely on Land.

 

Diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, opals and other precious gemstones and minerals are mined out of the Land.

 

Natural gas to heat your homes and schools comes out of the Land. Petroleum refined out of the Land is the fuel and lubricant for aircraft, ships and automobiles.

 

Late December and early January is a perfect time to think about Land. Severe winter weather in one part of the world will reveal where the snow drifts on the Land.

 

In another part of the world, severe winter weather will reveal Land that floods and Land where water stands.

 

Earth is a living planet. Plant a seed in the soil and the seed grows.

 

Over time, Earth decides to shift and change a section of terrain and the result is Landslides, earthquakes, volcanoes and tsunamis. Land changes over time.

 

 

Life’s Land Lottery

 

Land is crucial to human and animal Life.

 

Fate allows you to be born into a family, who lives on a certain piece of Land at a certain place on the planet. Your childhood will be full of stories of how you learned to live with the weather and Land.

 

In Life, at some point, you may decide to travel and visit other Land, close to your home or oceans away. The weather and terrain of that Land will have an effect on you as you learn to play “Life’s Land Lottery.”

 

Face it. You need Land to farm to raise livestock and crops to feed people. You need Land to build homes for people to live in and buildings for people to work in. And, of course, oil, minerals and precious gemstones come from Land.

 

Research a parcel of Land anywhere on the planet and you will discover through the years it has been fertilized by “blood.” People throughout history have fought and died for Land.

 

Battlefields, Boardrooms, Banks – Land Lovers

 

Whether the War For Land is waged on a battlefield, in a boardroom, in a bank, in a lawyer’s office, or in court, Land is “True Wealth.”

 

Land does not physically disappear in virtual “Enron schemes” and “electronic percentage points from day to day.”

 

You can stand on a piece of Land and hunker down and rub the soil between your fingers.

 

In Life’s Land Lottery, if you reach down and pick up a handful of dirt, then, look at the soil. Is it dark, black soil rich in vegetable matter ? Is it old red clay that sticks to and stains your fingers ?

 

Do tiny pebbles that fall out of the soil ? Or are you standing there with dusty, gray soil that vanishes in a breeze like cigarette smoke and you are left holding dusty sharp flint rocks in your hand ?

 

The geography and topography of planet Earth is exciting, but, modern man in his mundane early 21st Century virtual electronic existence has gotten to the point that Land seems to be the asphalt surface you park your car on.

 

Mankind believes that humans can control Land. Wrong.

 

Drive by an abandoned office building. If you have the chance to park and walk past an out of business building like an old gas station, notice how Mother Nature has already began her “foreclosure” procedure as the weeds and tall grass returns.

 

Nature has it’s own “Redistribution Of Wealth” procedures to begin to reclaim abandoned and unused Land. Step back and ask yourself, “Where did the Land and Water of planet Earth come from ?”

 

Boom, Boom Babylon

 

As a child, in school, I was taught “The Big Bang Theory.” I never bought into it.

 

The Big Bang Theory suggests God threw a grenade and the shrapnel became the planets and the solar system.

 

Who or What was God throwing a grenade at ?

 

God And The GTO

 

Another theory of life suggests, basically: Spontaneous Combustion.

 

Imagine. God on his back on the board-like device with the small wheels that you ease under an automobile. God is under his GTO tightening bolts and checking out the suspension.

 

Even The Creator Of The Universe knows Preventive Maintenance will make your automobile last longer and run smoother. Besides, God knows His GTO is a “Babe Magnet.”

 

After a morning of working on His “Goat”, He rolls out from under His pristine, precision GTO.

 

God grins at His GTO. He is proud of His wrench and ratchet work.

 

God stretches his masculine physique in the athletic white muscle T shirt and glances at his six pack abs in the shop mirror. He decides He needs to change His T-shirt and denim jeans before His date.

 

God puts His wrenches back in the drawers of His standing red tool chest. He check out His hair in the shop mirror and runs His fingers through it. His whiff of honest sweat reminds Him it is time to grab a shower, before His date.

 

God wipes the grease off His cheek on to the traditional pink shop rag.

 

He glances up at the garage clock and wipes the oil and grease off of His hands on to the shop rag. He tosses the rag in the corner. The rag lands on top of the plastic barrel full of other oily rags.

 

God steps out of the garage and into the house to get ready for His date. Tick tock and minutes on the shop clock pass.

 

Suddenly, Whoosh !

 

The oily rags smolder and burst into flames.

 

The spontaneous combustion creates Life.

 

The Creator Of The Universe does all the meticulous research to Create Life. Then, because God has a “Hot Date”, He just sluffs off Creation – and let’s Life “Spontaneously Com bust” into planets, galaxies and humans.

 

I ain’t buying the “Spontaneous Combustion” theory of Life.

 

Earth’s Day One

 

If you are looking for a “scientific”, “In The Beginning”, theory of “How Life Began?”, the explanations still seems like scientists, archaeologists and other experts are still trying to “shoehorn” mathematical equations into fairy tales.

 

Scientists still have different theories, but, they still seem to be scratching their heads for a theory that seems rationale.

 

Land is a vital component of human Life and the working answers of “Where It All Began” and “How It All Came About” is still a hodge podge of “best guesses.”

 

The Mother Of All Cities

 

 

I decided to find out at least if Sumer was still the oldest civilization like I had been taught in grade school.

 

Tradition and the religious world still suggests that “Human Life” began around the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates river.

 

You need water for Life to cook, bathe, shower, wash, to sail ships for travel and to transport cargo; so it is logical that Life would of began around a body of water.

 

However, there are many oceans and large rivers in the world.

 

The Mesopotamia idea may simply be that these humans learned to write and document their civilization before other humans.

 

It seems logical that a Universal Force ready to start Life on planet earth would have had more than one location in mind to try to “seed the human race.”

 

Sumer, apparently remains the best known of the ancient civilizations, but, scientists and archaeologists are also considering that humans might have been “born” at other locations on the planet at about the same time.

 

I discovered archaeologists are looking for “A Mother Of All Cities.”

 

The overall theory of the Super City is it seems scientists and archaeologists are trying to find the “Ancient New York City”.

 

A city that served as the global subway, rail-yard, airport, and seaport. The Super City would have been the ultimate Global Travel Agency that allowed the ancients to leave from the initial starting point to travel throughout the ancient world.

 

Of course, the Super City theory assumed that the city would be a “Fort Apache Complex” with high walls, battlements and defensive systems to protect the inhabitants.

 

An Indus Valley location and The Lost Pyramids of Caral both look like either of these cities could of been “The Mother Of All Cities.”

 

Scientists and archaeologists seemed surprised to find those two locations seemed more like “Five Star Hotels” or “1960s Hippie Communes” by their “utopian” facilities and their lack of traditional defensive systems.

 

 

 

Uncle Sam In Mammoth Skin ?

 

I remember the Christopher Columbus and Lief Erickson stories from grade school.

 

One quirk of social studies that bugged me as a kid and now as an adult is while civilizations were supposedly coming to life in Africa, China and different places around the globe, one of the largest Land masses of the planet, essentially sits “vacant.”

 

The huge island called the United States of America that sits between the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean.

 

While the ancient peoples of earth are inhabiting other land masses and islands, this huge piece of real estate just remains uninhabited on the globe.

 

Granted, there was the old “Sail Off The Edge Of The Square World Fear” and there were “The Sea Serpent Stories” of giant sea monsters in the uncharted waters, but human nature shows that greed finds a way to deal with fear.

 

Daring, Dynamic Dove

 

Humankind has always had a “Global Dumb Luck Factor.”

 

The story of “The Flood” tells that a dove found “the dry Land.”

 

Set aside the religious aspect of the story, for a moment, and consider the size of the planet. The diameter of the earth at the equator is 7,926.41 miles (12,756.32 kilometers).

 

How long and how far would the bird have to fly to reach dry Land ?

 

The bird takes off into the sky and there are 360 degrees that the bird can fly. Without a compass, sextant or Global Positioning System in place, the dove finds dry Land ?

 

Even independent of a religious theme; what are the odds that a dove could find dry Land on a Flooded World ?

 

The radius of earth at the poles is 3,950 miles. The surface area of the earth is 196,939,900 miles. It seems astronomical that a dove could find dry Land.

 

Humankind’s Dumb Luck Factor

 

The majority of the ancient world is being populated with people. Alexander The Great conquers “The Known World.” Rome rises into an empire. Rome deploys her military legions around the planet.

 

Meanwhile, the huge Land mass of the USA is suppose to be just sitting on the globe untouched. The 2.3 billion acres of the Good Ole USA, occupies a major portion of the planet. The Creation Force Of The Universe, called God, just decides, “I’m going to keep this real estate in reserve for future generations.”

 

Perhaps, God decides, “Let’s see which of these humans are smart enough to circumnavigate the globe and discover this large land mass ?”

World history proves human nature is greedy and selfish. If any of the ancient races suspected there was a major chunk of real estate that had not been “claimed” then they would of set sail in a heartbeat.

 

Once Columbus’ discovery became common knowledge, other nations began upgrading their navies and putting out to sea. English, Dutch, French and Spanish all set sail for the New World with their flags, settlers and a sizable military contingent.

 

The greed, conquest and expansion of the ancient empires and civilizations of The Known World would not have knowing overlooked the 2.3 billion acres of US real estate that sits unused and undiscovered until 1492 ?

 

Humankind’s Dumb Luck Factor should of come into play at some point from Year Zero until 1492.

 

It is unbelievable that from Year Zero until 1492 a shipwreck survivor did not wash up on to the shores of The East Coast, The West Coast, or The Gulf Of Mexico.

 

Humankind’s Dumb Luck Factor should of at some point blew a ship off course into the United States.

 

At some point from Year Zero until 1492, at least one captain would of made a human error in chart computation. At least one captain would of accidentally misread the compass or sextant.

 

What are the chances that from Year Zero until 1492 that the captains and sailors of The Seven Seas never accidentally “ran aground” on the shores of the United States?

 

The archeology of the world seems to want to suggests that Uncle Sam, wears his mammoth skin, sits in his cave gnaws on a dinosaur bone and patiently waits to be discovered.

 

Horsefeathers !

 

The Rainbow Bridge

 

In grade school, we were taught people came over a “Land Bridge” to spread out over the good ole USA.

 

What are the chances an ancient race of humans, out for a Sunday afternoon stroll stumble upon a natural version of The Golden Gate Bridge?

 

Imagine a cave man, Grog, and his cave girl friend,Wowha, are sitting on a rock staring at the horizon.

 

He wants to bonk her on the head and drag her by her hair to his cave. However, Grog’s mother tells him the old barbarian ways are not always the best.

 

Thus, poor Grog, the cave man has to sit on the rock and grunt at his girl friend. Wowah. She sits on the same big rock and stares at the horizon. A rainbow appears and they both notice the broken ground on the horizon rises up.

 

They gesture and point at one another. They grunt and jump up and down.

 

Wowah ! Look ! Wide rock !”

 

Grog ! It is a bridge !”

 

She moves toward the rainbow and the bridge on the horizon. Grog still hasn’t got the hang of walking upright, so he apes along behind her.

 

He grunts, pats his head and rubs his stomach. Wowah shakes her head. “You always hungry. First, we cross bridge.”

 

Grog stares at the wide rock and Wowah is half way across the land bridge. Grog grabs his club and grunts, “Hungee. I need mammoth steak.”

 

Wowah stands on the other side. Grog apes on across the land bridge.

 

Wowah nods. “I like it here.”

 

She steps off to the left.

 

Wait ! Where you go ?”

 

She shrugs at Grog. “I’m staying. I’m going to find me a cave.”

 

He starts to ape after her. “Where are you going,” Wowah grunts ?

 

With you,” grunts Grog and points.

 

Wowah shakes her head No. “Find your own cave.”

 

Grog sits down and scratches his head. Then, he looks around and Wowah is gone. He scratches his head, rises and drags his big club behind him. He doesn’t cross back over the bridge. He apes past it.

 

Got ta’ find Mammoth. Hungee.”

 

I thought “The Land Bridge” was a dumb idea as a kid. As an adult it still sounds like a dumb idea.

 

Alien Astronauts ?

 

In a massive cosmos, it seems hard to believe that the academic community can’t at least consider that an extraterrestrial race did their version of a “Lunar Landing” on earth. Perhaps, they just planted a flag and took off for another destination.

 

Then, again, maybe ancient America was a celestial rail yard, where alien ships and vessels from other planets arrived to use the planet for “Rest And Recreation,” as in “Shore Leave.”

 

Alien astronauts could of used earth as a ship building or repair facility. They might even of used earth as a resupply point in their exploration of the galaxy.

 

Earthlings like Ezekiel might of caused the alien astronauts to rethink using America and the rest of earth as a base of operations.

 

Perhaps, the ET astronauts just forward deployed their exploration and commerce forces deeper into the cosmos and no longer had a need for earth as a base of operations.

 

Earthlings went to the moon in 1969. The earthlings didn’t build a base of operations on the moon. Earthling astronauts still plan to travel to Mars and other planets and the moon is not mentioned as a base of operations.

Native Americans and Egyptians

It is interesting to note how ancient Egyptians and some Native American tribes seem to have a similar taste in fashion in the sense of length of hair and a working comfortable climate sensitive wardrobe.

 

Maybe, Ancient Americans, Egyptians and Native Americans are the descendants of Alien Astronauts ?

 

At least, that would explain why Native Americans always seemed so much more laid back about Life than other civilizations.

 

While other civilizations were creating writing, Native Americans were passing on knowledge from one generation to the next by vocal storytelling, rather than writing it down.

Saunter Across The Border

A traditional migration theory suggests people in Central America when they found the time just gradually moved up into Mexico, Texas and got around to eventually strolling around into states like Arkansas and Missouri.

 

It seems impossible to imagine this huge hunk of real estate called North America just sat uninhabited on the globe while Life was supposedly spreading elsewhere around the globe in large continents like China and Russia and settling on islands in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.

 

My curiosity got the best of me and I started researching to find out if there are any better theories about Life in Ancient America before Native Americans.

 

Life in Ancient America seems to remain a mystery.

 

Who came before the Native Americans ?

 

Who are the ancestors of the Native Americans ?

 

The Alien Astronauts shooting “touch and go” flights into and out of Roswell, New Mexico, before the arrival of Native Americans may seem extreme.

 

However, a Land Bridge across a river over ocean for decades or centuries seems kind of far-fetched, when you consider how quickly an earthquake or a tsunami can change terrain.

 

Dumb Dumb Doomsday Dudes’ Dance

 

Scientists and archaeologists are still searching for the clues to complete the puzzle of Life. Meanwhile, the Doomsday Dudes still dance around shouting, “The End Is Near !”

 

Before a New Year, there are the newspapers, magazines, TV stations and Internet sources that do “The Year In Review” to look back and do “The Predictions” of what to expect in the coming year.

 

Since The World Didn’t End in 2012, I wondered if the Doomsday Dudes had gotten around to trying to “Freak The World Out” with a new Doomsday Date.

 

Naturally. Doomsday is too good a story to let go of.

 

There are too many pessimists in the world to ever let the Doomsday story move to the back burner.

 

The major religions of the world need the Doomsday story to keep people going to church, mosque and synagogue.

 

If humanity does not believe that at some point God is going to “drop the hammer” and wipe out the world, then, most humans would never darken the door of their local church.

 

God The Architect

 

Consider that the Supreme Universal Intelligent Creation Entity called God took His time and did His homework in creating Life on planet Earth.

 

God takes the time to decide that the DNA of an earthworm isn’t that different from a human. He took the time to figure out the angle and speed of rotation of the planet.

 

God takes his slide rule and calculates the position of earth in space and determines that the planet needs an elliptical path and not a circular orbit.

 

He decides the third position is close enough to receive sunlight to sustain Life without frying it to a crisp like on Mercury or Venus.

 

My gut tells me God took His time and didn’t really worry about His six-day “Work Week.”

 

The Universal Supreme Immortal Intellect, called God, takes all this time and effort to calculate and create life. He or She does not overlook the smallest of calculation in the creation of Life and the process to sustain it. As The Supreme Architect, He works out all of these calculations for this planet and then initiates Life.

 

The Dumb Dumb Doomsday Dudes of planet earth try to convince people that God looks at earth like an old worn out shoe that can simply be tossed in the trash.

 

Horsefeathers !

 

Professional Planetary Precision

 

You are the Supreme Intellect Of The Universe and you take all this time and effort to create a planet with inhabitants to worship you. You design the life support system of the planet.

 

You design the physical laws and weather systems to allow the planet to recharge and renew itself. You are The Supreme Architect. You aren’t going to crumple up such a prime creation because some human or group of humans cringes under a dark sky.

 

After 20 Centuries and two devastating World Wars, Spaceship Earth is still rotating through the Universe.

 

The Dumb Dumb Doomsday Dudes don’t seem to want to grasp the concept that God The Architect built the Earth to last.

 

Spaceship Earth

 

Spaceship Earth rotates and moves on an orbit through space. It is a living vessel capable of repairing and replenishing itself.

 

In January, you take the time to wonder, “Where Did Life Begin ?”

 

In January, you ponder, “Why people felt it necessary to create civilizations ?”

 

In January, you consider, “Why are some people so ‘possessed’ with ‘The End Of The World’ ?”

 

Perhaps, you will never get “concrete” answers to these questions. If you can arrive at a solution that makes sense to your mind, then, you can appreciate the creativity of Life.

 

Once you realize that the Land of Spaceship Earth is a living vessel, then, you might want to make a note to take up the hobby of Earth Science.

 

Use the New Year to take a new approach to looking at geography, geology, weather, nature. . .and the Land under your feet.

 

Land is True Wealth.

Sam

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Links

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Crater of Diamonds State Park
209 State Park Road
Murfreesboro, AR 71958

http://www.craterofdiamondsstatepark.com/

 

Mining Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mining

 

Geology Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geology

 

Geography Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geology

 

Agriculture Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agriculture

 

Real Estate Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Real_Estate

 

 

Smashing Lists Top 10 Theories Of Life On Earth

http://www.smashinglists.com/top-10-theories-on-beginning-of-life-on-earth/

Live Science Greatest Mysteries: How Did Life Arise On Earth ?

http://www.livescience.com/1804-greatest-mysteries-life-arise-earth.html

Live Science Countdown: 7 Theories on the Origins of Life

http://www.livescience.com/1804-greatest-mysteries-life-arise-earth.html

Live Science Countdown: History’s Most Overlooked Mysteries

http://www.livescience.com/11361-history-overlooked-mysteries.html

Blurt It What Is The Oldest Civilization On Earth ?

http://www.blurtit.com/q600671.html

Wikipedia History Of The World

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_world

Wikipedia Civilization

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civilization

Ancient Civilization Early Humans

http://www.ancient-civilization.info/early-humans/

Buzzle Oldest Civilization in the World

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/oldest-civilization-in-the-world.html

From Human Prehistory to Early Civilizations

http://wps.ablongman.com/long_stearns_wcap_4/18/4646/1189432.cw/index.html

Wikipedia Ancient Astronauts

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_astronauts

Wikipedia Chariots of the Gods?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chariots_of_the_Gods%3F

Ancient American Magazine

http://www.ancientamerican.com/aa/

Ancient America

http://users.on.net/~mkfenn/page9.htm

Ancient America The Mother City The Lost Pyramids Of Caral

http://archaeology.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi=1/XJ&zTi=1&sdn=archaeology&cdn=education&tm=50&f=00&tt=14&bt=0&bts=1&zu=http%3A//www.bbc.co.uk/science/horizon/2001/caral.shtml

Ancient Indian Civilization Native Americans

http://www.aaanativearts.com/ancient-indians/index.html

The Six Mothers Of Native Americans ?

http://www.aaanativearts.com/ancient-north-american-civilizations-a-z/1524-indian-dna-links-to-six-founding-mothers.html#axzz2HmG64zq1

Wikipedia Prediction

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The Guardian The Observer

20 Predictions For The Next 25 Years

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On The Record Predictions Long Bets

http://longbets.org/predictions/

Top 10 (or 12) 2013 Predictions Forbes

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The 10 Worst Predictions for 2012 Foreign Policy

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The Most Futuristic Predictions That Came True in 2012 io9

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List of Dates Predicted For Apocalyptic Events Wikipedia

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Rational Wiki

List of Predictions Of The End Of The World

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Zodiac Sign Dates

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Does Death Exist ? New Theory Says, “No”

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My blog platform is Word Press. My theme is the FREE Word Press Journalist theme.

 

I let Word Press catch the majority of the spam and then check the folder to make sure, real comments aren’t being vaporized into oblivion.

 

If I have answered a particular question numerous times, then, I don’t respond because the answer or one exceedingly similar is already in the reader’s comment section of my blog.

 

I like to get feedback from readers. I like to know I inspired a reader or gave them an idea that they can use in their life.

 

 

 

 

Alien Readers Welcome

 

However, every few days I sit down and read my blog comments from readers.

I glance at the comments and the first ones that get deleted are the ones that look like a warehouse full of adding machines exploded because there are strings of numbers thrown into the message.

 

If an extraterrestrial intelligence is trying to communicate with me: “Dear Alien Life Form of Unknown Origin. My name is Sam. I ain’t a mathematician. Disengage your communications keypad and use the alphabetic one. Thank you.”

 

To all my friends at the Search for Extraterrestrial Life, i.e., SETI, if the Andorians, Klingons, Romulans, Vulcans or little green men email me, then, I’ll forward a copy of the email to you guys and NASA.

 

Relax, Mutual Unidentified Flying Object Network, I’ll forward a copy of the same email to you and The Center For UFO Studies In Rockville, Maryland.

 

Back in the world of human readers, I do glance over every email comment that I get on my blog. Some are obvious “Locked On And Trying To Use Your Blog To Be A Spam Spreader,” which means when it is obviously a ploy to use the blog, then, I delete the spam.

 

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I’m An English Bad Boy

 

Bad boy that I am; I break English rules. I write English to communicate.

 

I do not write English to teach it.

 

As a child, English teachers engineered “All The Rules Into My DNA”

 

The English teachers hardwired the information by requiring me to “Diagram Sentences.”

 

Then, as a reporter, I had to memorize the “Strunk and White” gospel on grammar and nit-noy English to the extreme.

 

Uncle Sam demanded that I “memorize”, live and breathe, “The Associated Press Stylebook and Libel Manual.”

 

I see correct and proper English in my sleep.

 

English To Communicate

 

I am not on Her Majesty’s official staff and I am not writing a book for publication, so I write to communicate.

 

I write for fun.

 

Two – Ton Type

 

One of the major rules of English that I break often is the “Old All The Same Thoughts In One Paragraph Rule.” Back in the days of Shakespeare that silly rule might of made sense.

 

Then again, Will Shakespeare didn’t have a cell phone.

 

Poor Shakespeare, he never got a facebook account or got to type: LOL.

 

Legions of lawyers, doctors, academics and others who love those bureaucratic English paragraphs with their 40 sentences and the jargon bloated sentences don’t realize that all the professional vernacular words are weighing down their eyes.

 

The two tons of type that scholarly documents and legal paperwork rely on to make a point are a format technique that scares off readers. When your eyes scans a page and there are thick blocks of type, your eyes want to jump somewhere else.

 

Two tons of small artistic squiggles on a page tells your brain this is going to take some digging to get through all this type and make sense of it.

 

English Always Fashionable

 

I use the journalism layout technique.

 

Reporters know the eyes dance over words.

 

Important words get uniforms and ball gowns, which translates to big point size type and fancy fonts.

 

Too many sentences in one paragraph is a badly tailored suit. It doesn’t appeal to the eye and suit the mind.

 

English has to be “fashion conscious” to be read and understood. Words have to tempt the eye to get the reader.

 

English In A Bikini

 

I try to put my English in a bikini.

 

I go for short sentences. If the idea is too long and too many sentences start to fill out the paragraph, then, it is breast augmentation time for the paragraph.

 

English In A Bustier

 

If the paragraph starts to look to busty to my eye, then, I step into the literary closet of my mind and look at the wardrobe. I space between the sentences. If the paragraph still seems busty, then, I will add line art or a photo.

 

If I can’t find the appropriate art or photo I step back into the literary closet. I look at the sentences and chose a nice bustier.

 

After all, the right subhead pushes the copy up and out at the reader.

 

The point of any article is to get the words in your face and before your eyes so they will be noticed.

 

Comma Conversion

 

I like commas. They are cute and cuddly in their own way. English teachers do not like comma splices.

 

The cuddly comma outlines a series of words and sets off phrases for the eyes.

 

I worked in a radio station and sometimes we had to splice tape to splice out “Ah,” “Umm,” “Dah,” “Ur,” “Er”, and other unintelligent sounds. I like commas. I like splices.

 

Samuel E. Warren Junior English

 

The English speaking countries of the world have their own take on how to use, communicate, spell and arrange English to make sense in their countries and cultures.

 

Americans spell theater with the er. British spell theatre with the re.

 

Americans spell Manila one way. Filipinos spell there capitol city, Maynila.

 

English is a global language because it is flexible and adapts. English never lets silly rules drown out the language’s natural communications ability.

 

English’s flexibility is the reason why English thrives.

 

English as a language adapts.

 

Even a writer can tweak the Commandments Of English and “Yea, though, thou, might offend scores of English professors; who cares ?

 

If the message gets through to readers and your communication is understood, then, English as a language did what it is designed to do – it communicated !

 

In the 1970s, IMHO scribbled on paper would not mean anything to anyone.

 

Thus, like the BFF teenagers with their text messaging cell phones, I tweak English to suit my communication needs.

 

Warren Wonder Words

 

I like words.

 

Some words like War, Death, Land, Life, Love, and some others are not suppose to be capitalized because they are not “Nouns”, which, a noun is “a proper name of a person, place or thing.”

 

I capitalize War because War kills people, destroys property and lays Land to waste for decades to centuries.

 

I capitalize Death because it comes to us all.

 

I capitalize Land because the bloodiest Wars in history are always fought over Land, whether the War is a domestic Civil War or a foreign War, the bloodshed and Death toll demand that Land not be trivialized as lower case.

 

I capitalize Life because we all live it.

 

I capitalize Love because it is a significant human emotion.

 

From time to time, I will capitalize those English words known as articles and prepositions like The and Of. In a phrase, I want the words to stand out. When I put the word The with a word like car, I want the reader to know I am writing about The Car and not simply a car someone on the planet.

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These two cabins are in Galena, Missouri on the banks of the James River in the Missouri Ozarks.  Galena, Missouri in The Ozarks is the sight of The Last Official Public Hanging In The United States Of America and The Show Me State Of Missouri.  Famous United States 7th District Congressman Dewey Short is a native son of Galena, Missouri.  Galena gained notoriety in the 1930s as The Hometown of George Leonard “Shock” Short one of the most successful bank robbers of The Depression Era because his O’Malley Gang robbed banks throughout the Midwest and is one of the only gangs to successfully pull off two bank robberies at the same time. 

Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Ozarks English

 

 

I grew up in the Ozarks. Thus, if I am in my country boy mode: “Reckon I is gona’ go and write them thar little ole’ words any way I darn well please. If’n ya don’t like it. Well, yous don’t have ta’ read my article. I hain’t gona loose none of my shut eye time over it.”

 

cabins in the Ozarks thumbnailAl Capp made a living poking fun at The Ozarks and “The Beverly Hillbillies” made the TV studios money poking fun at The Ozark hillbillies.

 

I grew up in The Ozarks, so if I want to use, talk or write “Ozarks’ English”, I reckon I have a better right than the people who never set foot in The Ozarks.

 

Spelling

 

Spelling, I believe is important. However, I will misspell an English word to make a point.

 

Magick – I always spell the word magick with a k.

 

Aleister Crowley’s spelling idea works. With the k on the end of the word, then, the reader knows that you are writing about supernatural, paranormal, or universal unseen forces in Life, which I call, “magick.”

 

When I write the word, “magic” it means I am writing about entertainment or stage magic.

 

I usually am a good boy when it comes to spelling. I might do the old Photo or Foto word switch every now and then,but usually I do not “purposely” misspell a word.

 

Spiritual English

 

I, God and Satan are “old drinking buddies.”

 

From time to time, I write about my immortal friends.

 

I will capitalize He when I write about Satan. After 21 Centuries, He has earned a captial H and daily headlines, show He isn’t retiring anytime soon.

 

God understands that I am one of those people that believes every object in Life has to have at least two parts. Everything in Life, at some level, is at least, one half of a whole.

 

Genetics reveals, all little boys genetically are first little girls. If the genetic material moves in a certain direction then the little girl is born a little boy – so, much for “The Macho World Concept.”

 

God grins when I capitalize the S and put it in front of he to create She. I sometimes write about Him, The Creator Of The Universe, in a Her sense.

 

Incidentally, when you are a Supreme Being; you don’t have “gender” and “orientation” issues. God asked me to pass that along the next time I did some religious English writing.

 

Now, that I have told readers to feel free to email me there comments, your writng is up to you.

 

English Professors Chill Out

 

I have outlined my use of English, so that the English Professors Of The World canMy Quill Pen Thumbnail relax with a glass of sherry or port and curl up with their favorite leather bound Shakespeare play or Lewis Carroll’s “Alice In Wonderland” tale.

 

English Professors relax and chill out. English is a language that changes. The beauty is English can change and still communicate ideas that are understood.

 

I have outlined my approach to spelling English words, which means I know how to use my “Spell Checker” software and usually I do.

 

However, alas, I am still a mere mortal, so I make mistakes. Sometimes a word sneaks by me.

 

Oops, I’m human.

 

I have outlined my religious and spiritual approach to English, so “The Holy People In The World” can go ahead and bad mouth me.

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I am Sam The Writer. I am Sam The Photographer.

 

If you want to send me comments about the articles and photos in my blog, I am sure I will enjoy reading them. I do reply. Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I appreciate the readers, who take time to comment.

 

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“Opal” The Hog Farmer by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Opal

The Hog Farmer

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Opal

Missouri Hillbilly

Opal M. DeLong Warren, would proudly proclaim to someone she had just met, “ I am a Missouri Hillbilly.” Opal may not be The Show Me State’s First Woman Hog Farmer, but, she should certainly be in the rankings as “One Of Missouri’s Most Prolific Women Hog Farmers.” From 1960 until 1982, Opal had 25 sows of the Yorkshire, Hampshire and Duroc breeds that raised litters of pigs that averaged 12 to 18 pigs per litter. Of the awards that she earned in her lifetime, one of her favorites was the year, the Galena Chapter of the Future Farmers of America presented her with a Chapter Farmer Award.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

In 1960, momma and I moved to a farm in Missouri. Through the years, her herd of hogs would expand to 25 sows of Yorkshire, Hampshire and Duroc breeds.

 

Our United Nations of Pork would welcome litters of 10 to 18 pigs, running, rooting and squealing over the landscape for 20 years.

 

In the process, the 10 acres of land would come to resemble the lunar landscape thanks to the dedicated snouts of hogs rooting into the soil. The air was always fresh and clean.

 

Of course, when the wind shifted and the aroma of hog manure assaulted your nostrils, people would always reconsider their “Tom Sawyer” and “Little House On The Prairie” philosophies of “Life In The Country.”

 

The Good Ole’ Days Of Pork Production”

 

Hogs always got the “bad publicity” for the smell of livestock manure in the country. Every time people “pushed” to implement “Planning and Zoning” one of the favorite fairy tales that the critics would shout is, “You don’t want your neighbor to put in a ‘hog farm’, next to your property.”

 

The Planning and Zoning argument is silly. If you have a “sensitive nose” – stay the hell away from a farm !

 

Hogs always got the bad publicity. Yet, all farms have barns, barnyards and feed lots. It does not matter if the farm is a dairy farm, a cattle farm, a mule farm, a horse farm, or a horse ranch, livestock takes care of their daily body functions. When the breeze shifts, your nose will notice. Manure is manure and it always smells bad.

 

Nonetheless, the 1960s through the early 1980s were “The Good Ole’ Days Of Pork Production,” when hog buyers through the country would stop by and pay you top dollar for a litter of well-fed feeder pigs ready for market.

 

Lost In Place

 

Green Acres” was one of my favorite television shows as a kid. Eddie Albert played the New York City lawyer, who moves to the “boonies” to live the simple life of a farmer. There was a major element of truth to the script; you really do need “a successful lawyer’s salary if you want to be a farmer in the United States.”

 

Hungarian bombshell actress, Eva Gabor played the role of the New York City socialite wife, who was miserable living out in the “boonies” on a farm. The actresses discontent is another major element of “truth”: rural life is not as convenient as city life.

 

In Galena, Missouri in 2011, the nearest hospital was at least 40 miles away in Springfield, Missouri and Aurora, Missouri. There is also a hospital about 25 miles away in Branson, Missouri. Medical emergencies rely on the ambulances and sometimes medical helicopter flights.

 

The nearest pizza in the rural area around Galena in 2011 was about five miles away at Speedee’s in Galena or 10 miles away in Crane, Missouri.

 

In the rural surroundings of Galena, Missouri, after 8 p.m., you will have to wait to the next day or get in the car and drive to Springfield, Branson West or Branson if you want a pizza, taco or movie.

 

The Biggest Gamblers In The World

 

A curious irony of life in the Midwest is the conservative, religious culture is against “gambling”; yet, farmers are some of the ‘Biggest Gamblers In The World” because nature and weather always seems to be “rigging the deck” against farmers.

 

Everyday is a “Gamble” for a farmer because nature, weather, falling crop and livestock prices can leave a farmer and his or her family homeless in a couple of years.

 

Cash Cows Of Farm Finances

 

ARMCHAIR FARMER Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr._resizedA cow will have one calf a year, while an old sow can have two to three litters a year with the number of pigs ranging from six to 18.

 

In farming, cattle are usually considered as the “Cash Cows of Farm Finances” in raising livestock, but, in southwest Missouri in the 1960s, it was easier to get into hog farming. Hogs provided a stable, consistent revenue stream which allowed a farmer to expand into other areas of livestock production like beef cattle. Momma’s hogs provided the money for her to get a herd of about 50 Black Angus cattle. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

It takes about a year to raise a beef heifer or steer to the size to send to market. It takes a few months to raise a pork litter of pigs to the size to send to market.

 

If you have the land and the money then buy your Stetson, boots, high priced tractors, babe magnet farm pickups, fancy stock trailers and invest in a herd of horses or cattle.

 

If you have a small budget and need to get into livestock farming quickly, buy you a couple of sows, rent you a couple of acres of land away from nosy neighbors and planning and zoning bureaucrats and get into hog farming.

 

Farming is a business like any business with it’s own up and downs. Cattle and horse farming is like trying to build a multinational, global corporation overnight. Hog farming is like realizing you need a small business to build into a global corporation.

 

Momma grew up on a farm, so she knew that hogs is your best overall money-making agricultural investment.

 

Chicken farming and turkey farming makes money, but, there is a sizable investment in building the big, long chicken and turkey houses for poultry. Raccoons, foxes, wolves and snakes love chicken and turkey, perhaps, more than people, so the “hen house” and turkey houses have to be designed to keep out these types of wildlife.

 

Crop farming takes a lot of land and you have to rely on the weather to give you the right amount of rainfall and sunshine at the right time. Weather never cooperates with farmers.

 

Plus crop farming takes several months to get the seeds in the ground up to a harvest height. If the weather doesn’t get you, then, falling prices and insect pests will. After the American Civil War, a small pest,called the “boll weevil” kept cotton crop production down in the south until during the 1980s.

 

Hog farmers usually stand a greater chance of success than other types of farmers based on the investment needed to get up and running and the ability to keep things up and running over time.

 

As you make money, then, you can invest in cattle or crops and consider setting aside your rubber boots for the hand tooled leather cowboy boots to wear to the stockman’s club.

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The Coal Oil Lantern

Farmers in the Missouri Ozarks usually called the lanterns, “coal oil lanterns”, instead of kerosene. In the 1960s, in southwest Missouri, electricity wasn’t always stable, especially when heavy snowfall had tree limbs freezing, breaking off and taking down power lines for two to three days at a time. The lanterns provided light in a hog shed at night, which came in handy when an old sow was giving birth to a litter of pigs. By the mid-1960s, Samuel E. Warren, my father, used his electrician skills to put lights in momma’s hog sheds. Still, we kept a lantern, in the corner of the sheds, just in case the lights went out. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Thank God For Hogs

 

Momma’s hogs put me through grade school, high school and let me chill out in college until I signed up for a military career.  

 

Around 1965, momma got some Black Angus cattle, which made money. But, the real dollars and sense of southwest Missouri farming for our family from the 1960s through 1980 came from the hogs.

 

Opal M. DeLong Warren, my mother, the business woman, knew the secret of financial success is saving and managing your money whether you work in public or are self employed. I should of learned these lessons earlier in life.

 

Perhaps, now, that I have written down these lessons, people will read and understand the common sense Ozarks logic, so that you never go hungry or thirsty and you don’t always have to worry about the roof over your head at night.

 

As long as people enjoy a good steak or a slice of ham, farmers will have jobs. In my country boy opinion, vegans and vegetarians are welcome to their plants and pasture grasses.

 

Keep in mind, though on any farm I live on, “The cattle have first choice at the pasture grasses. The vegans and vegetarians will just have to settle for the blades of grass in my front yard.”

 

And, come breakfast, I usually have a “hankerin’” for some pork chops, ham,sausage,and bacon.

Sam

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Opal The Business Woman Welder by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Parental Portrait for Christmas

 

Opal

The Business Woman

Welder

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Opal

Opal M. DeLong Warren was born in 1920, the year women got the “right to vote” in Missouri. Opal never claimed to be a feminist or a women’s libber, but, she bought land in Missouri in her own name at a time, when a woman usually had to buy land in her father’s name or a husband’s name. She bought land in Texas in her own name, when usually a woman had to purhase land in a father or husband’s name. When it came to “business”, Opal didn’t take risk. Her financial secret was, “she learned to save and manage her money.” During World War II, Opal worked as a welder in the Todd-Houston shipyard.

 

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

Opal M. DeLong Warren, my mother, began telling me her “business stories” as soon as my young ears could add meaning to sound.

 

Like my father, Samuel, my mother, Opal, had grew up “dirt poor.”

 

Aries Entrepreneur Grandfather

 

Charley Herman DeLong, my mother’s father, had been born an Aries. He apparently was an Aries man, who never succeeded in a business of any kind.

 

He had tried several different business enterprises in his life and never found his niche.

 

Grandpa DeLong didn’t make it as a farmer, but, his eldest son, Richard the Capricorn learned how to plant crops and raise livestock.

 

Grandpa had a short career as a fur trapper. But, he never made any money selling animal pelts, so his old animal traps got inherited by momma.

 

Missouri Moonshine Manufacturer

 

 

Grandpa DeLong even tried his hand at alcohol production. Not a wise decision, in the years, when “Prohibition” was “The Law Of The Land” in the United States.

 

One of momma’s earliest memories is that her father would have her stay in a holler, during the day, while he went to work deeper in the holler at an undisclosed location,

 

Of course, if their was any “commotion” in the woods, young Opal had been told to yell and run frantically through the woods screaming.

 

Grandpa like other “moonshiners” kept his still hidden in the woods. Unfortunately, the brewing process creates smoke that rises into the sky and can be seen for miles away, especially by the sheriff and deputies looking for the still.  THE LITTLE BROWN JUG OF STONE COUNTY MISSOURI_4584_resized

 

Momma told me she did remember Grandpa staying for a time in the courthouse at Galena. As a young girl, she got to “visit” him for awhile.    

This little brown jug belonged to Charley Herman DeLong, who tried his hand at making Missouri “Moonshine.” Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

Stone County, Missouri courthouse records reveal “Grandpa DeLong” was a “guest of Stone County and The State Of Missouri.” He had been caught at his still and didn’t have money for bail.

 

Momma always told me she was “a daddy’s girl.” While momma respected and admired her father, she must of known in her heart that his lack of success in a legal business had to be one of the reasons it was difficult for the family to “make ends meet.”

 

Grandpa DeLong’s

Great Business Decision

 

Grandpa DeLong tried throughout his life to find a successful way to make money for his family. He made one great business decision that stood the test of time.

 

His signature is on the yellowing Bank of Reeds Spring “loan” paperwork where he signed for five dollars to “buy” a pear orchard. The Land joined Land already owned by the DeLong Family.

 

In The Great Depression, the purchase of the pear orchard was a “wise” decision. Commercial cattle and hog feed had not been introduced into rural southwest Missouri farms beyond Greene County. Even if farmers knew about the feed, they would not of had the money to buy it. Cattle had to live off acorns and the pasture grasses and perhaps, some hay in the winter.

 

Hogs find food by routing their snouts in the soil and finding what they want to eat like roots, worms and snakes that slither away too slow.

 

The Slop Bucket

 

In the country, before the 1970s, homes didn’t have waste cans and trash cans. The Slop Bucket sit on the floor. Old dishwater, vegetable peelings, fruit rinds and old meat got dumped into the slop bucket.

 

Before nightfall, the slop bucket was taken down on the hill to the hog pen and poured into the trough. Hogs, “The Almighty’s Ultimate Shredding And Recycle Machines” would consume the kitchen garbage.

 

Hogs are “Bulldozers With An Appetite” because they drop their snouts in the soil and bulldoze away at anything that slips between their teeth.

 

Like people, hogs eat pears. While people pick the pears to eat right off the trees. The pears can also be chilled for use in a dessert. Grandma and other women, would save the pears for the “canning” process to save the pears in Mason jars.

 

Ozarks women were skilled at canning the fruit and using different fruits for preserves, jams and jellies.

 

Through the years, the pear orchard provided the DeLong Family, the hogs, and local neighbors with bushel baskets of pears for food. While the DeLong Family, to my knowledge, never charged anyone for picking pears, there are commercial orchards in the United States where the farmers charge people to pick the fruit,

 

The pear orchard is an excellent example of a piece of land that always paid for itself several times over until it was sold with the rest of the land in 2007.

 

Martha

My Virgo Agribusiness Grandmother

 

Grandma DeLong, a Virgo woman had to earn a daily living for the family. She would gather the chicken eggs, milk the cows to churn butter and then walk miles to a local store at Sack And All City, a rural grist mill and country store, or to Reeds Spring to sell them to a larger grocer.

 

In spring through autumn, Grandma and Uncle Richard would take the buckboard wagon into the woods to cut down trees for two weeks at a time, They would take the logs on the wagon to Reeds Spring to sell to the Union Pacific buyer, who bought the logs for railroad ties.

 

On the DeLong Land in Stone County, Missouri, Grandma DeLong always “put out” a large “truck patch” garden. She would use her “Ladies’ Birthday Almanac” to plant the vegetable seeds in the “sign.”

 

Blackberry Season and Gooseberry Season, Grandma DeLong would “fetch” her bucket and head off down over the hill into the hollers to pick the berries for pies, cobblers and canning.

 

The Tree Tragedy

 

On one of these annual berry-picking trips, one of grandma’s sisters from Springfield had come to visit for the day. Grandma’s sister went into the woods with the rest of the women to pick berries. A tree fell on the woman.

 

An obituary in the Springfield newspaper recounts the tragic accident. The old tree simply fell and the woman was unable to move out of the path of the falling tree.

 

The Land Plan

 

My Virgo grandmother with the help of Richard, her eldest Capricorn son always made the ends meet to raise the rest of the family whether they lived in a holler, near Reeds Spring, or out on the highway between Galena and Abesville.

 

Grandma and Uncle Richard raised the livestock and the crops that paid for the DeLong Land between Galena and Abesville. Uncle Richard worked with an extension agent to get two ponds dug and stocked on the farm with catfish.

 

Human Shock Absorbers

In his younger years, Uncle Richard would break the ground by Highway A and plant rows of corn. One year, Cousin Donna and I sat on the disk harrow that was attached to the back of the John Deere A Model tractor.

 

A huge rock surrounded by bailing wire was tied to each end of the harrow to try to keep the metal frame weighed down close to the soil. I and Cousin Donna were the human weights that sat on the plow.

 

The slender metal disc points went down into the soil and kept digging up rocks of all sizes from Stone County’s rocky, dusty, light gray soil. By day’s end, Cousin Donna and I looked like we were covered by the volcanic ash of Mount Pinatubo.

 

The soil had been broke to plant the corn. We had sat on the plow, which had been dragged over the acreage to break the soil. The Life Of A Human Shock Absorber is not a job I ever wanted after being bounced around over the countryside for 12 hours.

 

Farm Ponds For Fishing

 

The ponds provided water for the cattle, hogs and a few head of horses and mules. Uncle Charley Ball, of Springfield, Missouri, always looked forward to the visits to “Richard and Marthy” because he could take the fishing rod out of the back of his green 1952 Chevrolet sedan and go sit on the pond bank to fish and smoke his pipe.

 

Grandma and Uncle Richard’s agricultural business decisions allowed the DeLong Family to farm and own 360 acres, on both sides of State Highway 176 in Stone County, in southwest Missouri from the 1930s until 2007.

 

Opal’s First Public Job

 

Opal had always been tall for her age. She went to school and learned to cook for her brothers, who were out in the fields farming, near Reeds Spring and later, near Abesville, Missouri.

 

At a young age, Opal worked for a few weeks cleaning house for a woman in Galena, known as “Grandma Stewart.” She lived in a white house, across the road, in front of the Warren Lumber Yard. “I made 25 cents a week. I got paid to clean her house,” said Opal.

 

Opal’s First Public Job of earning a regular salary was in northern Missouri.

 

Brother Willie decided to become an “outdoors man” and lived off the land, near Reeds Spring and James River, hunting and fishing. Willie had a son, Harold, and a daughter, Reva. His life ended abruptly at a country wedding reception, near Reeds Spring, in the early 1930s.

 

A gunman began shooting people and Uncle Willie was fatally wounded.

 

Brother Hobert moved to a farm near Abesville. He and his wife, Mary had two sons, Bill, Bob and a daughter, Donna. Uncle Hobert always had the reputation of being a “marksman” and an excellent hunter. He would always return from the woods with “a mess of squirrels or rabbits” for dinner.

 

Brother Joe went to work for the Burlington Northern railroad and later retired back to Stone County, Missouri. He had a daughter, named Darlene, who lives in Michigan.

 

Opal, my Pisces mother, learned how to drive by sitting in a Ford Model T and having one of her brothers push the vehicle at the top of a hill. “As the vehicle rushed down off over the hill on the rough, gravel farm road, the engine would start. I would hold on to the steering wheel and turn it to keep the Model T in the road. That is how I learned to drive,” said Opal.

 

At about age 16, Opal hitchhiked up to northern Missouri and got a job on the Illinois and Missouri border, near St. Charles, Missouri. She was tall for her age, so no one asked for an I.D., and momma got her first job as a clerk in a “liquor store.”

 

She only worked at that job a few months, but, in the process, discovered “relatives” on her mother’s side that she never knew existed.

 

Carol Jane Bellamy

Sagittarian Family Banker

 

My great-grandmother and my mother’s grandmother,Carol Jane Bellamy, a Sagittarius woman, had left northern Missouri and moved to Stone County, Missouri sometime near 1900.

 

Great-grandmother Bellamy the Sagittarian, outlived her first husband. When her second husband didn’t want to leave northern Missouri. My great-grandmother embraced the Sagittarian passion for travel and the maternal love for her daughters and son and left her husband for a chance at a better life in Stone County, Missouri.

 

It was the right decision. Grandma Bellamy raised her children and became a financial role model for her Pisces granddaughter, Opal.

 

Momma always remembered, everyone was poor, but, Grandma Bellamy never went hungry and she kept her children from going hungry by always having enough money for food.

 

Long Lost Relatives

 

A woman who walked past the liquor store thought my mother looked familiar. She went in and talked to her, A few days later, the woman returned with a photo album. She asked momma if any of the people in the photographs looked familiar. Momma recognized a maternal aunt in one of the photos. Suddenly the family connections to northern Missouri cousins became clear and obvious.

 

You Have To Earn Your Way In The World

 

A young woman of The Great Depression, momma knew “You have to earn your way in the world,” Momma loved to remind me, “The world will not ‘give’ you a living; you have to ‘earn’ your way in the world. Work for what you have and want. No one is going to give you anything other than a hard time.”

 

Hospital Cook

 

Opal left northern Missouri and returned to Greene County, in southwest Missouri. For a brief time, she worked as one of the cooks at St. John’s Hospital in Springfield.

 

The old nuns on staff at the hospital were jealous of all the young girls on the staff and in the nursing school. They had all kinds of rules that made work and life difficult because they were always looking over your shoulder,” said Opal.

 

The cooking job at St. John’s didn’t pay enough to put up with that kind of silliness from the old nuns. I quit and found another better paying job that allowed me to make my own decisions about my life,” said Opal.

 

Railroad Bar And Grill Waitress

 

Then, momma went to work at a bar for railroad men, near Commercial Street in Springfield Missouri, and close to the Frisco railroad yard.

 

The railroad men worked hard and would come into the bar for something to eat or drink. I never had any problems being a young girl and working there. Times were tough. No one really had any money. You usually made enough just to get by from week to week,” said Opal.

 

The Bombing Of Pearl Harbor

 

I’ll never forget the day World War II started for the United States. I was sitting in a theater in Springfield, Missouri. They stopped the movie. The house lights came on. They made the announcement over the loud speaker that Pearl Harbor had just been bombed,” Momma said.

 

I was a young woman in Springfield. At the time, I was engaged to Lowell Wilson, a young Marine. His parents owned the Cortez Motor Court in Springfield. I really wasn’t ready to get married.”

 

When the war broke out, I talked to some other young women, who had joined the Army and the Navy in Springfield. I had my heart set on joining the Army for a time. There was an Army camp in Springfield. You could join up and serve, without ever leaving Springfield they told me,” said Opal.

 

Opal and another waitress at the railroad bar talked about the war. Then, on a whim, they went to the Greyhound bus station. They looked up at the destinations and chose Texas.

 

Momma and her friend, knew no one in Texas.

 

The Bus Trip

 

The decision was one of the craziest things I have ever done. I still don’t know why I did it. My friend and I were just tired of living and working in Springfield. We had no idea where we were going or what we were doing. We just went for a bus ride. We got on and off at the different stops,” said Opal.

 

We got off the Greyhound in Dallas. We looked around. She liked the look of Dallas and didn’t get back on the bus. I got back on the bus. When the bus, stopped in Houston, I got off and decided I liked the looks of Houston,”said Momma.

 

I walked out of the bus station and had no idea what I was going to do. I only had a few dollars left in my purse. I got a room at a boarding house, near the bus station for two dollars a week. The next day, I went out looking for work. I saw a newspaper ad that they were hiring welders at the Todd-Houston shipyard,” said Opal.

 

Bread And Water

 

I didn’t have any money for food. I just had a few cents left in my wallet, so I bought a couple of slices of bread. Water was free. I got a glass at the boarding house and got me a glass of water to have with my bread,”said Opal.

 

The heat in Houston would wear you out just walking up the street. There was an old electric fan in the room. I drew a tub of cool water and took my clothes off. I got in the tub, ate my bread and drank my water,” said Momma.

 

She had an overnight bag and a small suitcase to put in the boarding room closet. “I got up and got dressed the next day to go out looking for a job. I had a nice white satin blouse I wore. I got the job and they sent me straight to welding school the same day,” said Opal.

 

The Satin Blouse

 

Arc welding throws off sparks that hit my blouse all over. By the end of the day, I had all these tiny burnt pinholes all over my blouse. I was so embarrassed. I hunkered over in the bus seat. I kept my head down and my arms folded hoping that no one would notice how my skin was showing through the blouse. That was the longest bus ride home that night,” frowns Momma.

 

Anyone who ever met Opal M. DeLong Warren knew she was not the type of woman to act on a “whim.”

 

Youth can trump logic and common sense. The optimism of youth can shrug off the “Fear Of The Unknown.” Young people don’t fear the future; they challenge it.

 

Opal stayed on the job at the shipyard throughout the war building ships for the United States Navy, United States Merchant Marine, United States Coast Guard and welding on the “liberty ships.”

 

We were always so proud whenever we finished one of those big, beautiful ships. We would attend the christening and watch the ship slip down the rails of the dry dock into the water. Then, I would get sad. I would think about all the boys, who were going to sail on that ship into war,” said Momma.

 

The FBI Special Agent

 

Another welder at the shipyard, introduced himself to Opal. “He was a lousy welder. You would always have to go back, chip away at his welds and brush away the slag metal. Then, you would have to run a good bead of metal over the work. I couldn’t imagine why the bosses at the shipyard didn’t fire this man. We always had to go back over his work,” said Opal.

 

FBI LOGO_resizedHe invited me for a cup of coffee a couple of times. I always turned him down. “Then, one day, he came clean. He admitted he was an FBI agent working under cover. At first, I thought he was pulling my leg.”

 

A few days later, he did show me his badge. During the war, there was always the fear of saboteurs. There were posters all around the shipyard and the bosses and the foremen would always remind you, ‘Loose Lips Sinks Ships,’”said Momma.

 

He told me he had been sent there to look for someone. He didn’t get specific. I didn’t ask questions. He wanted me to introduce him to some of the workers around the shipyard and I did. He must of got whoever he was looking for. A few weeks later, we gave him a going away party as a welder, who was leaving,” said Momma.

 

Dollar Document

 

She reaches into her purse and takes out a one dollar bill. Carefully, she holds it and a portion of the dollar folds back. “I had never seen anyone split a dollar bill this way. At the party, he asked me for a dollar. I watched him move it between his fingers, until it started to separate. Then, he had people at the party sign the inside of the dollar bill. He laughed and told me, now, I had a souvenir to remember him by.” Momma laughs,”I still remember, he was a lousy welder.”

 

Lousy Painter

 

Opal became a shop steward at the shipyard. “I met your daddy at the shipyard. After he got his honorable discharge from the Army, he got on out at Todd-Houston as a painter. A friend set me up on a blind date for Thanksgiving. I wasn’t impressed.

 

Your daddy was a lousy painter. A friend told me later that the first time Sammy seen me, he told his friend, ‘I’m going to marry that woman.’ I accepted his invitation for a second date. We started dating. Then, in January of 1947, we got married,” said Momma.

 

Samuel E. Warren made a smart decision to marry Opal M. DeLong. His second smart decision was to marry her on his birthday, which meant he would never “forget” his anniversary.

 

Family Is Everything

 

Momma always stressed the importance of family to me in her business conversations. “You get many things in life. The only thing that matters is family. You get one mother. You get one father. Your brothers and sisters can’t be replaced. Once they are gone – they are gone. Always love and take care of your family. Family Is Everything,” she would emphasize time and again.

 

Momma told me that wherever she worked, she always sent money home to her mother. The psychology of the Ozarks at that time would never view the money as “charity.”

 

People in the Ozarks have a stubborn “work ethic.” The money was simply money from family for the family. And, family always takes care of one another.

 

Balancing The Books

 

As a kid, I would always smile whenever money changed hands in the DeLong Family. They always took a simple act of human kindness in the family and made it seem like Federal Reserve bankers accounting for each coin and currency in a US Mint shipment.

 

If Momma went to a grocery store and saw food or drink that grandma and Uncle Richard liked, she would buy it. Grandma DeLong always made Momma get her “change purse” and take out the money to pay for the groceries.

 

Uncle Richard always did the same thing if Momma picked up groceries or farm supplies for him.

 

It never mattered if the cost was a few cents or several dollars, Grandma and Uncle Richard always made sure Momma got paid back any money she spent for them.

 

Birthdays and Christmas were the only times that you could give Grandma DeLong or Uncle Richard a “gift” because they had the Ozarks belief that “You Pay Your Way In Life.”

 

Save And Manage Your Money

 

When Sammy and Opal got married,for a time, they lived at Opal’s apartment at 1414 Austin, Houston Texas. Opal M. DeLong Warren in her business stories always emphasized “Family” and “Save Your Money And Learn To Manage Your Money.”

Sam

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Leyte Land — Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Leyte Land

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Green Acres In the Philippines

If you have ever dreamed of a farm in the country – here is a farm in the country of the Republic of the Philippines.  This rural homestead is in the jungle, on the island of Leyte, in the Barangay of Baras. 

Canon EOS 40 D Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Welcome to Leyte Land.

Homes are all different depending on the families that live in them and the terrain that the house is constructed on. If you have ever been to rural areas of the Ozarks, at first glance, the rural homes of the Philippines might not seem that different, except, of course, instead of sycamore, walnut, white oak and black oak trees; there are the coconut trees.

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The Ozarks has brush like briar bushes, poison oak and poison ivy vines, old grape vines dangling out of the trees to blend with the pasture grasses. In Leyte, in the Philippines, you have dense green grass that spreads into the rural jungle, which accommodates rice fields and coconut trees.

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On this walk, I took my camera and strolled about a quarter of a mile into the jungle. Ecology architects should appreciate how well the homes seem to blend into nature.

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On another walk, I took my camera and strolled up the road to photography homes beside the road up to the barangay boundary.

 

Nikon D 100 Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

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 The Sari-Sari Store, in the photo below, is a quick stop for everyday items used in households from snacks to toothpaste to soda and washing detergent.  This sari-sari store is near the Barangay Baras and Barangay Cameri boundary. 

Nikon D 100 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Hog Day Afternoon — Photo for Wade Martin, American Farmer, Stone County, Missouri

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Hog Day Afternoon

Photo for Wade Martin, American Farmer, Stone County, Missouri

This hog rests under a coconut tree in Barangay Balud, Leyte, Republic of the Philippines. The hog is resting on a hill top. Behind the hog, is a drop off of about 10 feet straight down into the river, which shows up as a yellow color in the top of the photo.

I grew up on a hog farm, between Abesville and Galena, Missouri, in rural Stone County. My mother used about 10 acres of land for 25 head of hogs, Duroc, Hampshire and Yorkshire breeds to raise numerous litters of feeder pigs for market. From 1960 until 1982, before the county voted in Planning and Zoning, the hogs loved to “root” their snouts in the soil and wallow in beds of leaves in the hollow. The woven wire fence with the strand of barbed wire, usually kept the hogs in the field.

Every now and then, Momma would have to put a “ring” in a boar’s nose to keep him from “rooting under the fence” and getting out on the state highway. Filipino farmers don’t usually have the acreage to allow the hogs to roam, so it is not uncommon to see a sow or boar tethered to a tree.

Wade Martin, of Abesville, Missouri, is one American farmer, who could appreciate the weather and real estate limitations that Filipino farmers have to endure to raise a feeder pig for meat for the family or trying to get a litter ready to go to market.

I shot this photograph about 2:30 p.m., February 24, 2012. February is usually a cold month, with at least one snowfall in southwest Missouri and farmers are grateful if the temperatures rise about freezing – 32 degrees. On this February day in Leyte, it was around seventy degrees, which explains why the hog was stretched out for an afternoon nap in the heat. Canon EOS 40 D Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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