Saturday, October 15, 2016

New Painting - Day's End on Fritz Cove

The PAINTING, Day's End on Fritz Cove, based on original photograph.
When we were preparing for our 2003 move from Juneau to Albuquerque, we sold our condo very quickly, moved into a rental for a few months, and then, a week or so before we actually sailed south on one of the Alaska ferries, we moved out of the apartment. Our friends, Jim and Carolyn Cameron, generously invited us to stay with them, in their beautiful water-side home on Fritz Cove Road, until our departure date.

We'll never forget their kindness and hospitality. This painting is a "slice" out of a wider panorama photo that I took during our stay there. I plan to send it to Carolyn. (Sadly, Jim has since passed away.) 

I signed this painting without the final approval of my art teacher. She was really unhappy with the stringy moss hanging down on the left side of the painting. She says it detracts from the whole. But I couldn't figure any way to eliminate it, without repainting the entire sky . . . and I'm not going to do that. Besides, it was something that really appealed to me about the original photo, which I've also posted, below. (Don't compare too closely . . . I took a lot of liberties.)

The wider-view PHOTO taken from the Cameron's home on Fritz Cove.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Losing a Tooth - In More Ways than One

While Dan and Chris were out of town, working a car race, I stayed with Kelsey and the kids. It was a fun weekend.

We ate out, at Olive Garden, on Saturday evening. Robert had a very loose front tooth - his FIRST ever - and kept accidentally bumping it with his fork, which hurt. But he suffered through dinner, and then enjoyed working off some energy at a nearby park.

Clara is growing up so fast!

By the time we got home, it was nearly time for showers and bed.

Sunday morning arrived, and Robert came down to breakfast, wiggling his tooth. Kelsey checked it and found it was REALLY loose, and bleeding a little bit. She declared it "ready to come out," but neither Kelsey nor I wanted to be the tooth-puller. So Robert decided he could do it himself. Kelsey gave him a little piece of paper towel, which he folded over the tooth and PRESTO! He pulled it out in one try. Losing one's first tooth is definitely a right of passage.

So, he set the tooth down on the table, on top of a scrap of paper towel. A few minutes later, Kelsey came along to pick up the breakfast dishes. After Robert brushed his teeth (which was a little difficult for him, considering the new tender spot on his gums), he came back downstairs. "Where's my tooth?" he hollered. Kelsey looked a little confused, then realized what she had done. In picking up the breakfast things, she had inadvertently tossed out that teensy tooth, along with the napkins, paper towels and leftover oatmeal. 

It was Sunday morning, so we were all trying to get ready for church, but everything came to a screeching halt while Kelsey and I dug through the trash and methodically smushed through the clumps of oatmeal. I have to agree with Kelsey, who commented on how much a teensy little tooth looks like pieces of cooked oats! Amazingly, Kelsey found that tiny tooth, glued to the side of the trash bag with oatmeal. She carefully washed it and put it into a snack-sized zip-lock baggie for safe-keeping.

The rest of Sunday was very nice. Robert got to show off his missing tooth to all of his Bible class friends and teachers. Clara and I started a little photography "contest." We are both taking pictures of circles - anything that is in a circle shape.

We're going to share our circle pictures with each other the next time we're together. Clara seems to be winning this contest, so far, as she is taking pictures of EVERYTHING shaped like a circle. I told her I was going to be a bit selective about what circles I chose. But being selective isn't going to win, I fear. Here are a few circles that I've shot, so far.

That afternoon Dan came home from the race. Chris had to stay longer, so, at dinner time, we all met up at a Mexican restaurant for dinner. Of course, Robert could hardly wait to show his Daddy what had transpired while he was away.

Dan drove on home after dinner, but I spent one more night there. I always enjoy being there when the kids are getting ready for bed on a school night - all the rituals and rules, which include Kelsey reading out of a chapter book to the kids. This time she was reading from The Little Prince

After story time the kids were off to bed. But it wasn't an ordinary school night for Robert. After all, he'd lost his very first tooth, and he was excited about the night time visit of the Tooth Fairy.  Kelsey, not wanting him to have expectations that were too high, asked him how much he thought the Tooth Fairy would bring. "Maybe a quarter," he answered, so Kelsey thought the Tooth Fairy was safe with the EIGHT quarters she was planning to bring him. 

Morning came. Kelsey went in to wake Robert up for school. When he opened his eyes, Kelsey said, "I wonder if the Tooth Fairy came?" Robert, still groggy from sleep, surprised her with his answer: "Yes. She came. I already looked." "Really?!" responded Kelsey, somewhat skeptically, since he doesn't normally wake during the night. "Yes. She left me $25 . . . two $10s, two $2s, and one $1." Obviously, he'd had a very detailed - and mathematically complex - dream. Then he looked in the tooth-hiding place, and found the eight quarters . . . and broke into tears. "Someone took my money! There was $25 there . . . two $10s, two $2s, and one $1!" It took quite a while for Kelsey to convince him that this bonanza he had "seen" had only been a dream. But in the end, he was happy with his eight quarters, and got on with getting ready for school.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

First Day of Fall

According to the Internet, Fall began two minutes ago (from time of posting). As I'm sure I've mentioned over and over in my blog, Fall is absolutely my favorite time of year. So yesterday I thought I'd go for a walk. I'd never been to Yetti Polk Park, in Belton, which is one of three parks that sit along the bank of Nolan Creek. I took my camera in hopes of finding some fall colors.


Fall may arrive today on the calendars, but it was still summer yesterday, in the park. The temperature was 94 degrees, and people were enjoying the cooling waters of the creek.

But there were lots of giant shade trees, which helped with the heat. 

The Bell County Courthouse is clearly visible from Yetti Polk Park.

I enjoyed walking the trail, but by the time I finished my one-mile walk, I was pretty hot and sweaty - maybe even turning a bit red from the sun. Took this SELFIE (below) just before I got back to the parking lot. :-)

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Temple Symphony Concert

It was the first concert of the season for Temple Symphony. We really enjoy taking in these wonderful programs. We always seem to strike up interesting conversations with the people on either side of us, before the concert begins and during intermission. Tonight we visited with the people on both sides of us. The couple on my side - a doctor and a retired music teacher - suggested we take each other's pictures after the concert. So here we are all smiles after a terrific concert.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Summer Update

We haven't seen them in a while! But they have both started the new school year - Clara in 5th grade, and Robert in 1st. I'm going to swipe a couple of Kelsey's first-day-of-school pictures from her blog. We're proud of both of them.

I have three ancestor patriots, from the Revolutionary War, on my family tree. One of them looks hard to prove. The other two LOOKED easy. But on each of those branches I have ONE person giving me fits when it comes to proving their parentage. The one that seems most workable is patriot Jeremiah Vose, my 5th great grandfather. But I've just about run up against the proverbial brick wall when it comes to a D.A.R.-acceptable proof for the parentage of his grandson, Isaac Vose. All indications are he is the son of Reuben and Anna Bartlett Vose, but I can't find primary documentation for that. The local D.A.R. registrar has been working with me, and she continues to invite me to the meetings as a "prospective member," but we haven't quite sealed the deal yet.

I offered to help my new Nebraska friend, Wanda, and her book committee with typing up and formatting their book of the history of the early founders of Minatare, Nebraska, including my Clark ancestors. It's turning into a rather time-consuming project, but I'm happy to help them along in any way I can.

Toward the end of August Dan drove to Oklahoma to work as a tech in a classic car race. Chris works these races all the time, and found a slot for Dan to work, checking out the cars for safety before they hit the track for the races. He loved it, and even took some pictures (at my urging).  On the last weekend of this month, he's scheduled to work another one, this time in Austin.

Dan and Charlyn were friends of ours in college, and they got married the same summer we did. We drove down to Mission, TX, to attend their wedding back in 1969. I haven't seen them since that year. We really haven't kept in contact, although we all kept in contact with the same mutual friends. But now we are back in touch. Dan stayed with us while Charlyn had some surgery at Scott & White last week. And then, Tuesday evening, they were back in town for a post-surgery check-up, and we had dinner together. Nice to renew old acquaintances.

Last weekend I went to the Fall Arts & Crafts Show at the Bell County Expo Center. It was fun, and I bought a few little doodads - nothing major. It did inspire me to get started on my Christmas shopping.

Our art class never meets in August. It is our instructor's time to take a vacation. This year she went to Alaska. I put together a "Don't miss it" list for her. She was really lucky, because she had good weather for the entire trip. That's not something you can really count on when sailing the Inside Passage, as she did. Sadly, though, after she got home she had an accident. She was on a ladder, pruning a tree with a chain saw, and she fell out of the tree. She pulled muscles/tendons in her side, got a concussion, and put a gash in her scalp, which required stitches. So we have had no classes yet in September, while she continues to recover from that bad fall.

Besides the Austin race, for Dan, we also intend to go to the first concert of the season for the Temple Symphony, this coming Saturday.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Wellington Clark of Minatare, Nebraska

Harry Clark's farm land

My recent trip to the Scotts Bluff County, Nebraska, centered on research into the life of my great-great-grandfather, Wellington Clark. He was born on January 5, 1847, to Roswell Bailey Clark and his wife Pauline "Polly" Pierce, in Climax, Kalamazoo County, Michigan.  He grew up in Climax, and at the age of 19 married Anna Adelaide Vose (May 12, 1866). Wellington and Anna had one son, Harry Albert Clark, born October 17, 1869.

While in Michigan, Wellington began working as an agent of the Kalamazoo Buggy Company. Kalamazoo was well-known in the late nineteenth century for it's horse-drawn carriage industry. By 1887 there were eighteen buggy companies, and Kalamazoo was nicknamed "Vehicle Square." By the early decades of the twentieth century, many of these companies moved to producing motorized vehicles, some with success, other without.

Sometime in the early 1880s, Wellington and Anna divorced. He later moved to Lincoln, Nebraska, where he married Lillie May Wynkoop in October, 1883. In 1885 Wellington left his position with the Buggy Company and, along with his wife, Lillie, began homesteading where the present town of Minatare, Nebraska, is located (southeast quarter of section 6, township 21, of range 53, containing 160 acres). He built a house and moved his wife, Lillie, into it in October 1885. His son, Harry, resided with his grandmother, Polly, who also began homesteading in Minatare and, because of her age, was not able to be left alone.

Wellington's house was a 20' x 40' soddie, habitable year-round, with a shingle roof, three doors, five windows. In the home he had two stoves, two beds, one book case, one dresser, two tables, six chairs, one organ, three rocking chairs, one commode, and one sofa cupboard.

Outbuildings included a 30' x 40' sod stable with a posts and sod roof, a cave 16' x 18', a 16' x 18' sod ice-house, a 10' x 12' sod hen house, a 7' x 14' corn crib of hewed logs, and fencing. He worked the farm with one wagon, two plows, two buggies, one mowing machine, one hay rake, two cultivators, one harrow and other small tools.

He kept 15 head of horses and 13 head of cattle on the land. In his first year his crop - 20 acres of millet - was killed by drouth. After that first year, he successfully raised and harvested corn, and in the fifth year tried his hand at oats, barley and wheat as well. He also planted 75 fruit trees.

Other family members also homesteaded in Minatare, including his mother-in-law, Maria Darker Wynkoop (SW quarter of section 5) and his mother, Polly Pierce Clark (NE quarter of section 7).

On Wellington's homestead paperwork, he states that he also had a timber claim in Minatare on the SE quarter of section 7.

Wellington later gave much of his attention to the real estate business, apparently as an assessor. He was a Republican, politically, and was a member of the Masonic Order and the Knights of Pythias.

Wellington was well-known and influential in Minatare and the surrounding area. One story that has come down involves Sam Cox, a newspaperman and a man strongly opposed to alcohol, who made it his mission to write and speak against a bar that hoped to open its doors in Minatare. Another man, named Kensington, took offense to Cox’s anti-alcohol stand, and confronted him. A scuffle ensued, and Kensington ended up killing Cox. Fearing that he would be lynched, Kensington ran to Wellington Clark’s house to seek refuge. At a later date, Kensington was tried and convicted for the murder of Cox.

This house is known, locally, as the "Wellington Clark House." It, obviously isn't the original soddy that was built on his homestead, but was apparently built later, on another piece of property. It has probably undergone many remodels, over the 125 years (plus or minus a few) that it has stood here. In fact, it has recently been purchased by a new owner, who is in the process of fixing it up, once again. The barn and other little framed structure may, however, be original.

In his later years Wellington Clark was bedridden with what was called "locomotor ataxia*," and was cared for by a "step-niece by marriage" named Eda R. Wynkoop. His wife, Lillie, preceded him in death, by about seven months, on November 10, 1917. After his death, on June 15, 1918, his will was probated and he left his worldly property and goods to the following heirs:

1. To his grandson, Wellington Wesley Clark (Harry's son and my grandfather), the North half of the East half of the southeast quarter of section 12. (This would have been 40 acres), including any buildings and improvements existing on the land. (WW Clark subsequently sold and conveyed this piece of property to his father, Harry A. Clark.)

2. To Eda R. Wynkoop, the "niece" who cared for him in his illness, lot #10 of block #7 in the town of East Minatare, including any existing buildings and improvements; plus a sum of $500.

3. To his son, Harry A. Clark, the remainder of his estate, after payment of any debts or encumbrances, which included:
South half of East half of SE quarter section 12
Lot 5 and Lot 6 of Block 2 of East Minatare
Sum of $112.00
A note for $3000.00 and a mortgage securing the same note upon the West half of the SE quarter of Section 12
Lot 35 of Section A of the East Lawn Cemetery of Scotts Bluff County
North half of lot 2310 in State Cemetery at Lincoln, NE, generally known as Wyuka Cemetery

This map shows all of the property for which I have documentation as being owned by Polly, Wellington and Harry Clark, and Wellington's mother-in-law, Maria Darker Wynkoop, as outlined in yellow. If you look closely you will see the current town of Minatare, with its city streets, in the NE quarter of Section 7, and you will see that nearly the entire current town was part of Polly Clark's homestead.

* Locomotor ataxia is the inability to precisely control one's own bodily movements. Persons afflicted with this disease may walk in a jerky, non-fluid manner. They will not know where their arms and legs are without looking, but can, for instance, feel and locate a hot object placed against their feet. It is caused by degeneration of the posterior white column of the spinal cord. (Citation from Wikipedia)