Prune picker

Prune picker is a Depression Era term for a native Californian. It was not a complement. In the thirties when I was a boy there were times that I was the only prune picker in a group. Everyone else had been born somewhere else.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

(Widower 23) Rattlesden.

Here is an aerial view of Rattlesden, Suffolk, England. This is where Thomas Munson, my 8th great grandfather, was born. He was baptized in 1612. He appears in America, New England in 1637 as a soldier in the Pilgrim troops fighting in the Pequot Indian War.


The church can be seen just to the right of the center of the picture. There is a path from the church front door down to a street. Nancy and I parked on that street and visited the church. We then had lunch at the pub. See photos in this blog.  Lunch in Rattlesden.

The father and grandfather of Thomas Munson were born in Rattlesden and are buried in the churchyard. Nothing could be read from the gravestones. This blog has a map and a note about the earlier Munsons. See Earlier Munsons. I have not gone back in time any further, but should. It will give me something to do in my old age.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

(Widower 22) Cambridge and Bury St Edmunds.

Nancy and I rode the train to Cambridge from London. Nancy rented a car and drove us to downtown Cambridge, we had lunch, and looked around. A Day in Cambridge. There were many impressive college buildings. We took a boat ride on the River Cam.

We drove to Bury St Edmunds for a two night stay in a nice bed and breakfast. Bury St Edmunds is important in the birth of parliamentary government. The Nobles of England met here the year before they made the King sign the Magna Carta. You remember the old Magna Carta? The Nobles met in a large Abbey which is now in ruins. We had a nice visit to Bury and I took a lot of pictures. They are in these blogs.

Ounce House Hotel.

Bury St Edmunds

Magna Carta Country

These picture may be of interest to you.They bring back many fond memories to me.

Tomorrow Rattlesden!

Monday, July 28, 2014

(Widower 21) Oh Boy! An escorted trip to England and France, Escort Nancy Ann Wright.

Nancy and I had almost a year to plan for and anticipate our trip to Europe. While studying the Munson genealogy I discovered that my 8th great grandfather, Thomas had been baptized in Rattlesden, England in 1612. Also that the baptismal font used for his baptism was still in use! I said that I was going to go get a picture of that font. My daughter Nancy immediately said that she was going with me. She is such an experienced traveler that it turned out that she took me there. She understood the train schedules, etc. She planned a three week sightseeing trip. I will always remember that trip and I am so grateful to Nancy for her loving care and hard work.

I took three trips in 2012. (1) Europe, (2) Grand Final Tour of the West Coast, and (3) Rhonda and Mike wedding in Panama City. It was a big year for trips.

Nancy and I met at the Dallas Airport and snuggled into First Class. Boy was it POSH!

At the London Airport we caught a bus to Bath. Everything I saw was interesting and delightful, The next two pictures are of the Roman Baths. Our nice room was almost across the street from here.



Nancy is ready for a pasty,


Below are shots of tourists at Stonehenge.



Nancy and I caught a train from Bath to London. It was full of Irish soccer fans. From our new room in London we walked across Hyde Park to Harrods. The man below was in the park feeding birds and squirrels out of his hand.



This is a picture of the groceries in Harrods,


We caught a boat down the Thames River to Greenwich.  Very interesting boat ride.




If you look real close you can see that they placed the Base Meridian just a little off. No one has noticed in all these years. I have an eye for such things.

Tomorrow a little more London and then Cambridge.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Mary Alice Harlan. 90th Birthday Party.

I met Mary Alice at the VFW, The Senior Center, and Lady Techster Basketball games. Mary Alice a few years ago was a Lady Techster. Here are a few pictures of her Birthday Party. The party was held Saturday afternoon, July 26, 2014, at the Trinity Baptist Church in Ruston, LA. Happy Birthday Mary Alice.



























Saturday, July 26, 2014

Chicken Report.

John watching his chickens climb into the coop he built.


John has six chickens. Three Light Brahmas and three Black Australorps.

Light Brahma. Can reach 10 pounds. "The Gentle Giant"  (Stock picture)

















































The chickens are less than half grown. Brown eggs in a couple of months! In the meantime John and I are enjoying watching them grow. We have given up O'Reilly to watch them climb and fly into the coop every night. It was around 8 pm but they caused great excitement when they got in at 7:25 pm the other night.

Friday, July 25, 2014

(Widower 20) Stop for four days of Bluegrass at Bill Monroe's boyhood home.

On the way to the music festival on Jerusalem Ridge I stopped for a photo of Bill Monroe's grave in Rosine, Kentucky.

This is a blog of the festival pictures. First Day. Second Day.

That is probably enough pictures of bluegrass bands. I really enjoyed the festival. I headed home to Ruston after quite a trip. Genealogist Convention in Springfield, Illinois, take my son Chris's ashes to Arlington National Cemetery,  visit New Haven, Connecticut, Morristown, New Jersey, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Shanksville, Pennsylvania, Georgetown, Kentucky, and Rosine, Kentucky. I did see a lot of cemeteries and headstones. I drove back and forth over a part of Kentucky that held my ancestors for over a hundred years. I really feel a part of their history after seeing where they lived for so long.
      
Are you ready for the trips of 2012? Year 2012 is my last big trip year. (England and France, Tour of the West Coast, and a wedding in Panama City.) TheYear 2013 was devoted to brain surgery. Year 2014 was just three almost overnight trips. But Year 2015 has a trip to the Northwest. scheduled. That will be three years since the last long trip. I probably will not drive all the way.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

(Widower 19) Battle fought 10 months after the war was over, We won the war but lost the battle!

I am writing about the Battle of Blue Licks. I was on my way to cemeteries in Mt Olivet and Kentontown. On the way I went by the Blue Licks Battleground.  See Blue Licks.

I found lots of Munson graves in Kentontown. See Munson Graves. Also see Sgt Munson of the 1st Mounted Kentucky Rifle. But no Abner L. Monson. From the dates that I saw on the headstones I would guess that the local Munsons have died out and/or moved away.

I drove on up to Covington to see the grave of James Mart Munson (birth grandfather). In the blog of the next link is a picture of my two paternal grandfathers headstones. James in Kentucky and Charles in Kansas. Two paternal grandfathers 

While I was in the Cincinnati area I had one of my favorite meals. It is a standard delicacy of the area. I love it and would go out of my way for one. Cincinnati three way.

I was staying where the Toyota plant that made my Camry is located. Georgetown, Kentucky. I enjoyed a tour. My Camry seemed to be excited about visiting the place of her birth. I think that her is correct.

I drove from Georgetown to Rosine, the boyhood home of Bill Monroe. Maybe I can get a picture of his grave.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

(Widower 18) I loved looking for cemeteries in Kentucky!

I settled in for a week stay in Georgetown, Kentucky. Close to the Munson Counties and cemeteries ant the capitol of Frankfort. I visited the State Genealogical Library in Frankfort. I also continued on my education in old old cemeteries.First cemetery I visited in Millersburg

The blog indicates my disappointment. I went to the County Seat in Paris and asked for help. A look at an older almost abandoned cemetery in Millersburg. I am beginning to give up on my quest for a photograph of each of my great grandfather headstones. I was disappointed but enjoyed my stay in Kentucky. I took a tour of horse farms. Horse Farm Tour.

I found a grand grave. It was the grave of Daniel Boone, the Father of Kentucky. It overlooks the capitol. Daniel Boone.


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

(Widower 17) The Munson/Monsons of Kentucky.

My line of Munson/Monsons were in Kentucky for a long time. There must be many there still as my ancestors had large families. My Great grandfather 4th, Samuel Munson, was my first ancestor to move to Kentucky.

Samuel Munson (great grand 4th) 1717 to 1790 died in Fayette County.
Samuel Munson (great grand 3rd) 1760 to 1832 died in Harrison County. (Cholera plague)
Joel Munson (great grand 2nd) 1791 to 1860 died in Harrison County.
Abner L Monson (great grand 1st) 1825 to 1875 died in Robertson County. (note the name change)
James Mart Monson (grandfather) 1856 to 1927 died in Kenton County.

My Dad Charles Abner Monson 1881 to 1957 died in Los Angeles County, California. He was adopted at an early age by his Uncle Charles Morton Monson. He was raised in Stirling, Kansas.

So my line of the Munson Solomon Clan lived in Kentucky from around 1750 with  the arrival of Samuel (great grand 4th) to the time when my Dad moved to Kansas around 1885. Say around 135 years.

The Kentucky Munsons lived in six counties. Fayette, Bourbon, Harrison, Robertson, Bracken, and Kenton. These counties lie between Lexington and the northern border of Kentucky. My Dad was born in Covington, Kentucky which is in Kenton County, just over the river from Cincinnati, Ohio. See County map of North Central Kentucky.
My Dad always felt like a son of Kentucky. I do not remember him ever mentioning Kansas. He worked with horses all his life or until they went out of style for work. His favorite complement for a person (I use it often) was " you sir, are a gentleman, and a scholar, and a good judge of horse flesh".


Bluegrass Country. (I love the country and the music!)

A visit from a couple of Duck Commanders.

They look a little like my great grandsons, Ross and Christian Newberry.



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