LADYBUG'S DOODLES:
I have a variety of interests and hobbies and you will probably find them all included in my Blog. I am Christian, so I post what I believe and make NO Apologies for it. I will continue to strive to keep this blog rated G. Some things you will find here are reviews of movies and books, songs and their lyrics, recipes, crafts and ideas for crafts, quotes, lists, articles and facts, my experiences and any other thing I can come up with.
Currently reading Bad News for Outlaws: The Remarkable Life of Bass Reeves, Deputy U.S. Marshal and am saving, in my commonplace book, notable people that I have read about. My second notable person is an African American name of Bass Reeves. Born a slave but died a legend in America. He was a straight shooter and always got his man. He tried really hard to not kill anyone even if Judge Isaac Parker said dead or alive. Bass even had to arrest one of his own sons.
"In 1887, Reeves was charged with murdering a posse cook. Like the many
outlaws he had arrested, he was tried before Judge Isaac Parker. He was
represented by United States Attorney W.H.H. Clayton, who was a
colleague and friend. In the end, Reeves was acquitted."
"The lengthy and glowing obituary for this universally respected man
described him as 'absolutely fearless and knowing no master but duty.'
Over the 35 years that Bass Reeves served as a Deputy United States
Marshal, he earned his place in history by being one of the most
effective lawmen in Indian Territory, bringing in more than 3,000
outlaws and helping to tame the lawless territory. Killing some 14 men
during his service, Reeves always said that he 'never shot a man when it
was not necessary for him to do so in the discharge of his duty to save
his own life.'”
My cousin, Bobby has passed away. He was 40 years old and he looked like my brother in ways. I can see the family resemblance. Bobby was my Aunt's first born son and I know he will be, so very much, missed.
Gruetli-Laager, Tennessee – Mr. Bobby Daron Moon,
40, passed away Saturday September 5, 2020 at his home. He was born in
Cumberland Heights on August 20, 1980.
He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Glen and Marie Schlageter, A.D. and Frances Moon; uncle, Bo Moon; Aunt Susie Schlageter; Great Aunt Nell Layne; Cousin John Schlageter.
He is survived by his parents, Bob and Rosa Moon;
son, Bobby Dakota Moon; daughter, Alexis Nicole Moon; brother, Chandler
Moon; sister, Jamie Willoughby; companion, Ashely King; uncles, Jack
(Jackie) Schlageter, David (Lynn) Schlageter, Jimmy (Karen) Schlageter
and Deborah Moon Campbell, and Cousins
Funeral services will be 2:00 PM Tuesday in the
funeral home chapel with Minister Matthew Meeks officiating with burial
to follow in the Swiss Colony Cemetery. Visitation: 4:00 PM – 9:00 PM
Monday at Layne Funeral Home, Palmer, Tennessee.
www.laynefuneralhome.com
Saw this on Facebook, so am posting it because it is true!
"I
never dreamed that I would have to face the prospect of not living in
the United States of America, at least not the one I have known all my
life. I have never wished to live anywhere else. This is my home and I
was privileged to be born here.
But today I woke up and... I realized that everything is about to change. No matter
how I vote, no matter what I say, something evil has invaded our
nation, and our lives are never going to be the same. I have been
confused by the hostility of family and friends. I look at people I have
known all my life so filled with hate that they will agree with
opinions that if they were in their right minds they would never express
as their own. It's absolutely unbelievable. I think that I may well
have entered the Twilight Zone.....then I saw this and I think that it's
pretty close to describing how I feel.
I'm not starting a fight,
but it is something to think about. This may open a ton of outraged
comments by some. Many who will argue how "wrong" this post is. My
suggestion: save your time and effort! You are not changing the reality
of what we are living by trying to somehow justify this insanity.
Nevertheless, I could not resist because we are becoming the Twilight
Zone. We have become a nation that has lost its collective mind!
• If a dude pretends to be a woman, you are required to pretend with him. • Somehow it’s un-American for the census to count how many Americans are in America. • Russians influencing our elections are bad, but illegals voting in our elections are good.
• It was cool for Joe Biden to "blackmail" the President of Ukraine,
but it’s an impeachable offense if Donald Trump inquires about it. • Twenty is too young to drink a beer, but eighteen is old enough to vote. • People who have never owned slaves should pay slavery reparations to people who have never been slaves. • Inflammatory rhetoric is outrageous, but harassing people in restaurants is virtuous. • People who have never been to college should pay the debts of college students who took out huge loans for their degrees. • Immigrants with tuberculosis and polio are welcome, but you had better be able to prove your dog is vaccinated.
• Irish doctors and German engineers who want to immigrate must go
through a rigorous vetting process, but any illiterate gangbangers who
jump the southern fence are welcome. • $5 billion for border security is too expensive, but $1.5 trillion for “free” health care is not. • If you cheat to get into college you go to prison, but if you cheat to get into the country you go to college for free. • People who say there is no such thing as gender are demanding a female President. • We see other countries going Socialist and collapsing, but it seems like a great plan to us.
• Some people are held responsible for things that happened before they
were born, and other people are not held responsible for what they are
doing right now. • Criminals are catch-and-released to hurt more people but stopping them is bad because it's a violation of THEIR rights. • And pointing out all this hypocrisy somehow makes us "racists"?!
Nothing makes sense anymore, no values, no morals, no civility, and
people are dying of a Chinese virus, but it is racist to refer to it as
Chinese even though it began in China. We are clearly living in an
upside down world where right is wrong and wrong is right, where moral
is immoral and immoral is moral, where good is evil and evil is good,
where killing murderers is wrong, but killing innocent babies is right,
where darkness is light and light is now darkness.
Wake up America,
the great unsinkable ship Titanic America has hit an iceberg, is taking
on water and sinking fast. The choice is yours to make. What will it be?
Time is short, make your choice wisely!
“Coraline sighed. 'You really don't understand do you?' she said. 'I
don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun
would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted, just like that, and
it didn't mean anything? What then?”
“They were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the
kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go
on forever, if both parties are willing.”
“...'Mister Bobo says he thinks it might have been a weasel.'
'Mister Bobo?'
'The
man in the top flat. Mister Bobo. Fine old circus family I believe.
Romanian or Slovenian or Livonian, or one of those countries. Bless me, I
can never remember them any more.'
It had never occurred to
Coraline that the crazy old man upstairs actually had a name, she
realised. If she'd known his name was Mr. Bobo she would have said it
every chance she got. How often do you get to say a name like 'Mister
Bobo' aloud?”
My Little, Big brother (born after me, but was taller than me) has gone home to be with the LORD!. I would always say that he was the classic of "Tall, dark and handsome!" John was slow in movements (such as his nickname of turtle) and he could keep his feelings and words closer than a rock. If he didn't want to talk, you couldn't get him to talk. He was sensitive and was loved! He is and will continue to be missed by his family and by his animal dog friends: Brownie and Tizzy. He was and will continue to be one of my BEST FRIENDS!
He
was born in Ft. Oglethorphe, Georgia, Apr. 22, 1975, to George and
Jacquelyn (Hatvany) Schlageter. He was preceded in death by both sets of
grandparents (Frank and Deloris June (Uhlenbecker) Hatvany and Glenn and
Marion (James) Schlageter), A Cousin Stephen Hatvany, Aunt and Uncle
Ted and Carolyn (Hatvany) Vinca, Aunt Rosemary Hatvany, Great Aunt
Nellie Ruth (James) Layne, along with a baby sister.
He is
survived by His parents, George "Jack" and Jacquelyn "Jackie" (Hatvany) Schlageter, of Carrizozo, N.M.,
Sister Margret Schlageter, Brother Fred and Kimberly (LaMay) Schlageter and
several Aunts, Uncles and multiple Cousins.
Frank Buckles, Last World War 1 Doughboy, is dead at 110
"Frank Buckles, who drove an Army ambulance in France in 1918 and came to symbolize a generation of embattled young Americans as the last of the WW1 doughboys, died on Sunday at his home in Charles Town, WV. He was 110
Frank Woodruff Buckles was born Feb. 1, 1901, on a farm near Bethany, MO. He was living in Oakwood, OK., when the United States entered WW1, and he tried to enlist in the Marine Corps at age 16, having been inspired by recruiting posters.
The Marines turned him down as under age and under the required weight. The navy did not want him either, saying he had flat feet. But the Army took him in August 1917 after he lied about his age, and he volunteered to be an ambulance driver, hearing that was the quickest path to service in France.
He sailed for England in December 1917 on the Carpathia, the ship that helped save survivors of the Titanic's sinking in 1912. He later served in various locations in France, including Bordeaux, and drove military autos and ambulances...
Mr. Buckles escorted German prisoners of war back to their homeland after the Armistice, then returned to the United States and later worked in the Toronto office of the White Star shipping line. He traveled widely over the years, working for steamship companies, and he was on business in Manila when the Japanese occupied it after the attack on Pearl Harbor in December 1941. He was imprisoned by the Japanese and lost more than 50 pounds before being liberated by an American airborne unit in February 1945.
After retiring from steamship work in the mid 1950s, Mr. Buckles ran a cattle ranch in Charles Town, and he was still riding a tractor there at age 106..."
