tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31143156861136375632024-03-05T20:34:51.227-10:00Ancestor Tracking Dream RoadtripDonna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-69364153226255659992013-03-02T22:08:00.001-10:002013-05-04T14:46:06.519-10:00Ancestor Tracking 31 May 2001<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>31 May 2001<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><st1:city w:st="on">Gettysburg</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">PA----</st1:state> <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Hershey</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">PA</st1:state></st1:place></strong><o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picketts Charge field - Gettysburg</td></tr>
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Another chilly night in my Vagabond Van, but I slept well, and left the campground by
7:30 am to start on my battlefield tour by audiotape that I purchased
yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It started at the site of the
July 1<sup>st</sup> engagements to the West of Gettysburg and continued with
the battles on July 2<sup>nd</sup> and finishing with Pickett’s Charge on July
3.<sup>rd </sup><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3000 Union men died and 4,500 Confederate
soldiers died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert E. Lee Statue -Gettysburg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the "Copse of Trees" -Gettysburg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maj Warren at Little Round Top - Gettysburg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gettysburg from top of Little Round Top - Gettysburg</td></tr>
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There are supposed to be 1000 statues in the battle fields. I didn’t believe that at first, but after
today, I do believe it. I’ve never seen
so many monuments dotting fields and roads, commerating divisions, brigades,
and regiments and where they were positioned for the various battles.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1863 photo of Devil's Den - Gettysburg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2001 view of Devil's Den - Gettysburg</td></tr>
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I saw the “<b>Cyclorama</b>” - a
circle painting made in 1880 which depicts <b>Pickett’s
Frontal Assault</b>. By the afternoon I
felt quite knowledgeable – or at least sufficiently knowledgeable to depart
from the war and take the tour to the Gettysburg Farm of <b>President Eisenhower</b>.<br />
The retirement home of the <b>Eisenhowers </b>is just west of <b>Seminary Ridge</b> and was in a photo I took from one of the battle
observation towers earlier. It was good
to see the home of a President who was alive when I was alive. In fact I have a 1952 “I like Ike” scarf from
the campaign. I was VERY little at the
time, of course. This farm tour was excellent. It's a part of the National Park Service.
The home remains just as Mamie had left it when she died in 1979.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eisenhower's Gettysburg Farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Eisenhower Rose</td></tr>
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After an identical meal as yesterday at McDonalds (chicken salad, fruit
yoghurt, and tiny hamburger) I was off to <b>Hershey,
PA</b> to find some of the famous chocolate.
Finding the $35 <b>Red Carpet Inn</b>
was a struggle, but I did find it. After
seeing it I didn’t wonder why it is half the price of the other motels and not
listed in my AAA book. But he said I
could use the phone line after 10pm to connect with the internet, so I checked
in. You know it’s pretty bad when the only
thing I can find on TV is a Jane Fonda movie.
I ate the McDonalds’ fruit parfait and am waiting until 10 pm to upload
this journal entry to the internet. Tomorrow I’ll go to <b>Chocolate World</b>. I tried to get there after I checked in, but
– I felt like what’s his name, Chevy Chase?, in the movie “Vacation,” or something like that,
with the family going across country and finding Wally World closed, so was
Chocolate World closed for me. I'll be back in the morning! Maybe I'll find Willy Wonka.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hershey Chocolate Factory, Hershey PA</td></tr>
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Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-57980668223584885122012-09-14T10:04:00.001-10:002012-09-14T10:04:17.546-10:00Ancestor Tracking 30 May 2001<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>30 May 2001<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>New
Market, VA<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> to </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Gettysburg, PA via WV and MD<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">After a sleep that made me glad I
was in a warm sleeping bag in New Market, VA, I got up at 6:30 am and made hot water using the
electrical supply from the camp site.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
remembered the first morning I was walking around in </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Harper’s Ferry</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> and I saw a big RV leaving his site to depart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Behind him was 25 ft of electrical cord.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had forgotten to disconnect his power cord
from the box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I flagged him down and he
was a bit embarrassed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was thinking
when I plugged in today, that I don’t want to do that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I used the next two hours to replace
batteries and look for the elusive tire air pressure gauge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hmmmm it’s here somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></strong><br />
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<span>Leaving the nearly empty campground
I drove back through the interesting little town of <strong>New Market.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had meant to look in the “Old Books Store”
but it wasn’t open when I passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
wanted to get to the New Market Historic
Battlefield</strong> from the Civil War</span><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> and </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Hall of Valor</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> run by the </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Virginia Military Institute</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">
(VMI).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was just west of the
town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few of us early birds asked them
to show the film at 9am as they opened, so they did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a stirring and poignant film about the
VMI Cadets and their brave participation in the battle against the Union </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">General Sheridan,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> and his men. They marched
from their boarding school in Lexington VA to New Market VA and about 10 boys were
killed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Market Battlefield from Hall of Valor site</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cannon at the New Market VA Battlefield</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><strong>VMI</strong> owns many acres of the
battlefield and a farmhouse that was on the site.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a beautiful crisp morning to walk the
path of the cadets into the battle lines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Victory that day on <strong>May 15, 1864</strong>, was to the <strong>Confederates</strong>, but it wasn’t
long before the Union took the <st1:place w:st="on">Shenandoah Valley</st1:place>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is an excellent exhibit in the modern
<strong>Hall of Valor</strong> which describes the Civil War, and it is the first time I have
been able to begin to put all the little battles, in place in my mind, so as to
understand how each played a part in the saga of the entire war from 1861 to
1865.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of Shenandoah River</td></tr>
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<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">I finally left </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Virginia</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After
criss-crossing it a couple times, I’ve really enjoyed the best aspects of the
state, but time to move north.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back up
I-81 </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Shenandoah
Valley</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> through a bit
of </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">West
Virginia</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">, then a bit
of </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Maryland</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">, then into </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Pennsylvania</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can
actually see the difference in the houses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There are so many <u>old</u> houses in these Eastern states.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My goodness, in California they would
probably all get on a <u>historic</u> register.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Of course my cousins in Britain would think a hundred year old house was
quite modern.<o:p></o:p></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">I talked to the people at the PA
Visitors’ Center at the border and got a bunch more pamphlets and maps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within the hour I was checking into the </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">KOA at Gettysburg, PA</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again this
campground was not full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided on a
campground because all the motels seem to cost $75/night minimum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, I got to use my coupon for a free
night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After 5 nights, at KOA, you get
one free until 3 July, so I might as well take advantage of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I did get a site with electricity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Might as well, it doesn’t cost that much more.<o:p></o:p></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Then off to the </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">National Park Service Visitor’s Center at
Gettysburg</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Overwhelmed might be a good term to describe
the feeling of all the people, and all the choices of what to do to see
everything at this battlefield.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
decided to see an orientation film, then see the “</span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Electrical Map</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">” that depicts the different battle lines from 1 to
3 July 1863.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lee thought he had a good
chance of gaining ground in the North, after their big win in Chancellorsville,
VA.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the three days of fighting and
ending with the classic frontal assault “Pickett’s Charge” left thousands dead
and forced Lee to retreat back to the South.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Four months later </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Abraham Lincoln</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">
came to dedicate the cemetery as a <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">National</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Cemetery</st1:placetype></st1:place>, and he delivered
the two-minute speech which every school child should know – </span></strong><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The Gettysburg Address. <o:p></o:p></span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lincoln's Gettysburg Address </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Gettysburg Peace Monument</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of the famous Gettysburg "Stone Wall"</td></tr>
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<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">The <strong>KOA campground</strong> here at
Gettysburg was cozy and the <strong>shower hot</strong>, so all is well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The family next to me offered the <strong>hot grill</strong>
for me to use, but I’d already eaten, and <strong>nothing to cook anyway</strong>.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tomorrow I'll see more of the Gettysburg Battlefield.<o:p></o:p></span></strong><br />
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Today I decided to leave the KOA Campground at <strong>Fredericksburg, VA</strong> early, so
by 8:30 I was on the road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But I couldn't resist checking out the geese all around. </span>There was a
misty type rain, and overcast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drove
around Fort
A.P. Hill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I know it was named after a Confederate
General.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided last night, that my
visit in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>
wouldn’t be complete without seeing the birthplaces of <strong>George Washington</strong> and <strong>Robert E. Lee</strong>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I drove
east about 60 miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is interesting
that Washington, Madison, Monroe, and Robert E. Lee were all born on this, the
Northern Neck of Virginia, which goes out into the <st1:place w:st="on"><strong>Chesapeake
Bay</strong></st1:place>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The area is very
beautiful. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geese at the Campground, Frederisksburg, VA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pigs at George Washington's farm</td></tr>
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these estates were very large and wooded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The views of the <st1:place w:st="on">Potomac River</st1:place> were
beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Washinton’s birthplace was
called “<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><strong>Wakefield</strong></st1:place></st1:city>”
and Lee’s was called “<strong>Strattford Hall</strong>.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from Washington's house to Chesapeake Bay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside George Washington's recreated birthplace</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this view of the cattle in the river by R.E. Lee's home- it reminds me of the Hudson River Art Movement Style</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Potomac River - now and then </td></tr>
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maiden name, but I decided I had better get on back to <strong>Fredericksburg</strong> because I
still wanted to see George Washington’s boyhood home “<strong>Ferry Farm</strong>” north of the
<strong>Rappahannock River</strong>. N<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">o building survives from George
Washington’s day at Ferry Farm in the 1730’s but the foundations of the original house was
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had a beautiful view of the
river and <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Fredericksburg</st1:place></st1:city>
on the opposite bank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> That's where Washington was supposed to have thrown the dollar across the river and chopped down the cherry tree. </span>The Union Army
used the Ferry at the farm to get troops over the river during several battles
of the Civil War a century later.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The foundations of Washington's boyhood home across from Fredericksburg<br />
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</span><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Continuing west I drove through
<strong>Culpepper</strong> of <strong>Minute Man</strong> fame, and crossed the <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Blue <strong>Ridge Parkway</strong></st1:address></st1:street> and <strong>Shenandoah
Mountains</strong>. I drove through <strong>Luray</strong> again, and continued up the <strong>Massanutte</strong>
<strong>Mountain</strong> to get to <strong>New Market, VA</strong>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted
to see where the <strong>VMI</strong> (Virginia Military Institute) military students had bravely fought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time I decided to try a campground that
wasn’t KOA.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><strong>Rancho Campground</strong> only cost
$17 and included electrical and water hook up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Just for fun I decided to plug in my thermoelectric cooler container in the
van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had stopped at a grocery store
and bought some food I could keep cool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I watched TV for 20 minutes, to see if tomorrow the battery will be
OK.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided I’d better look at a map
other than <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Virginia</st1:place></st1:state>,
and get up north.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think I’ll go to <st1:city w:st="on"><strong>Gettysburg</strong></st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">PA</st1:state> tomorrow,
then <st1:city w:st="on"><strong>Hershey</strong></st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">PA</st1:state>
(I could use some chocolate samples), then go up to <st1:city w:st="on"><strong>Scranton</strong></st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">PA</st1:state> and over towards <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><strong>Massachusetts</strong></st1:place></st1:state> by 8 June when I have my Time
Share week there.</span></span></strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foxglove flowers in Washington's home garden</td></tr>
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</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-2002235749311811442012-02-24T18:32:00.001-10:002012-02-24T18:36:21.996-10:00Ancestor Tracking - 28 May 2001 - Richmond VA - Memorial Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Another “emergency” call was sent out on my cell phone. Very handy these cell phones! This time to AAA to come and jump my van battery. Yes, I know I have my own jump "<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Power</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Center"</st1:placetype></st1:place>. But I thought I’d give AAA a try. Perhaps not a good idea. Here I was, sitting at the Best Western parking lot at <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Richmond</st1:place></st1:city> – capitol of Virginia, and it took 70 minutes to get a tow truck to me. Then the guy brought over <u>his</u> little Jump "Power Box" and wha-la my engine started. Well, I just wanted to see how HE did it! Anyway, next time, I’ll do it myself. My battery had run down because I came out to leave, turned on the key, and then started writing down my mileage, then I started looking up my civil war ancestors, to be sure I knew their units, then I did this and that, and finally, after an hour I was all set to go -- but the van battery wasn’t.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Well, it was a rainy morning anyway, so I might as well spend it in the dry van – ha! But I finally got onto I-295 and headed south towards </span><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Petersburg</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">VA<span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></st1:state></st1:place><span style="font-weight: normal;"> I had seen the amazing siege lines last year, so this time I wanted to see “</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;">City Point’</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"> where </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Marshall Akins</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"> had noted he had been sent to. </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map--- Richmond / Petersburg and City Point Virginia</td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;">City Point</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"> was the critical supply point for the Union Army siege of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Petersburg</st1:place></st1:city>. It was supposedly the busiest port in the world for the six months or so of the siege. It was also the Command HQ of General Grant. </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Point Harbor during Civil War</td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> To finish the story, The siege of <st1:city w:st="on">Petersburg</st1:city> worked, causing the Confederates to leave, and that caused the evacuation of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Richmond</st1:city></st1:place>, the confederate capitol. Robert E. Lee surrendered to Gen U.S. Grant at <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Appomattox</st1:place></st1:city> a few weeks later. </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Epps Mansion - site of Grant's HQ at City Point</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">I left Richmond and drove downstream along the</span> <st1:place w:st="on">James River</st1:place><span style="font-weight: normal;"> to</span> Flowerdew Hundred Plantation,<span style="font-weight: normal;"> but it was closed by 3:45pm. That is where Marshall Akins in Gen Hancock’s II Corps was ferried across the river from </span>Wilcox Landing<span style="font-weight: normal;"> in June 1864, and later the other Corps walked across a temporarily and hastily constructed pontoon bridge – a marvel of its day. And to the </span>City Point unit of the Petersburg National Battlefield. </strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> I was surprised at the lack of tourists anywhere I went today. There were j</span></strong>ust two others at City Point to hear the Ranger talk about the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename style="font-weight: bold;" w:st="on">Epps</st1:placename><b> </b><st1:placetype w:st="on"><b>Mansion, </b>a house </st1:placetype></st1:place>that the US Army took over in 1864-1865 for their headquarters. General Grant's quarters were in a nearby log cabin.<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">General Grant's Cabin</td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> I felt it was only fitting having just retired from the US Army, to stand back at the </span>City Point National Cemetery<span style="font-weight: normal;"> and watch the Memorial Day Ceremony where a few people were gathered - old veterans no doubt. I felt like I belonged to this ceremony. T</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">here were little <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">US</st1:country-region></st1:place> flags placed at each grave.</span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Point Veterans' Cemetery on Memorial Day 2001</td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">So where did </span>Marshall Akins<span style="font-weight: normal;"> come in? </span></strong>He was sent to <b>City Point Hospital </b>when he became ill after the force march from <b>Chancellorsville, </b><st1:placename style="font-weight: bold;" w:st="on">Bethel</st1:placename> <st1:placetype style="font-weight: bold;" w:st="on">Church</st1:placetype><b>, Cold Harbor </b>and crossing the <b>James River</b> to <st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Petersburg</st1:place></st1:city>. I especially wanted to see the site where this hospital was located. The area is a National monument where Rangers give information and it is kept up nicely. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Point Hospital, Virginia on the Bay of Appomattox River</td></tr>
</tbody></table> I imagined my cousin, Marshall Akins, a patient at this Hospital, exhausted yet pushing on in the forced march, yet never fully recovered from early illnesses in Alabama.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">I drove back up I-295 to </span></strong><strong>Cold Harbor</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">, stopping for gas, and my only food of the day, an ice cream sandwich and banana. Ahhh ice cream, the staff of life! I wanted to return to <st1:place w:st="on">Cold Harbor</st1:place> because I had studied the maps I bought there yesterday and knew where </span></strong><strong>Marshall Akins</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> was situated during the week or so of the battle. In fact his Corps made the only real advance of the face-off, but they were repulsed without back-up.</span></strong> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marshall Akin was in the 36th Wisconsin - with Hancock's unit on right</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cold Harbor Visitor's Center at the battlefield</td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">I took photos of the fields. Further up the road had been an earlier battle near </span></strong><strong>Bethel Church</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">, the Ranger had pointed out yesterday on a map that there was a monument to the </span></strong><strong>36<sup>th</sup> <st1:place w:st="on">Wisconsin</st1:place> Regiment</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> on a road up there. So I found the monument and photographed it. It had been erected by one of the soldiers, years later in honor of those of his regiment who had died, were wounded, or were captured at that spot on 1 June 1864.</span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monument to the 36th Wisconsin at Bethel Church - and my Vagabond Van</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those 36th Wis Inf wounded on 1 June 1864 </td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> The day was fast coming to an end so I was b</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">ack on the cell phone and I called KOA Campground at </span><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Fredericksburg</st1:place></st1:city> <span style="font-weight: normal;">and reserved a tent spot for the night. Cost $25.61. It seem like a lot for just a space and the use of the bathroom, but cheaper than a motel. </span></strong></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-23222250208157899092011-09-18T09:55:00.000-10:002011-09-18T09:55:51.708-10:00Ancestor Tracking - Richmond VA - 27 May 2001<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYH8UurpjDPZcqbbDwom8_V7Bwun8P6gI27EHcn2QTlyotVdq1aRseLdjhOSjB59bgRbSiyvtZkqb8zEKY_DCayucWQXkmeGWsMjzaxJwuGxXaOy0Es6w8P8kmqCQqBlCxHBURASB4Kls/s1600/04-000+Map+Charlottesville+to+Richmond+VA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYH8UurpjDPZcqbbDwom8_V7Bwun8P6gI27EHcn2QTlyotVdq1aRseLdjhOSjB59bgRbSiyvtZkqb8zEKY_DCayucWQXkmeGWsMjzaxJwuGxXaOy0Es6w8P8kmqCQqBlCxHBURASB4Kls/s320/04-000+Map+Charlottesville+to+Richmond+VA.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I ventured into <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><strong>Richmond</strong></place></city> since it was Sunday and there wasn't much traffic. I might have to change my opinion of <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Richmond</place></city>, now that I am able to drive through it not be scared to death of the traffic. I went to the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Richmond Civil War Visitor's Center</b> for the Richmond National Battlefield Park System. It was downtown near <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Robert E. Lee's</b> home. It was in what used to be the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Tredegar Iron Works</b>, an important factory producing iron products for the Civil War and railroads. It was interesting in that I think there is a Tredegar Mines or Iron Works in <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><strong>Wales,</strong> land of my<strong> Rees</strong> ancestors</place></country-region>. It was also interesting because it has been carefully restored to be the home of the Visitor's Center. </div><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">The visitor's center is located on the James River (the same that I walked over in the Blue Ridge Mountains. There are locks there and an impressive canal that was once 200 miles long. Now it provides a pleasant River trail - or even an opportunity to rent little motor boats for a fun ride.</span></div><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">I visited the <strong>Chimborazo Medical Museum</strong> where the main visitor's center used to be. The models showed it was a cantonment type hospital, much like Landstuhl Army Medical Center (whereI served in Germany a few years ago), and many other of the Army Hospitals of only 20 years ago. That is, it was composed of radiating or staggered wards….the hospital was not one great big building, so as not to be totally damaged in a shelling, etc</span></div><div align="left"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMgLS7t7UpIDm32O9wDyf7z5oJf9KAG2RU-sPVI9CeflUX9L-Yn3bhKPGSDGP6QCyPRl4F5rlVbdFqWmRxgkRw2Hp_PWpKyoGtppJvlnTtlORxgjTDGopyy_IK3FrPYlIMEiGe2Ajr7BS/s1600/03-141-VA-ColdHarborTrenchSketch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMgLS7t7UpIDm32O9wDyf7z5oJf9KAG2RU-sPVI9CeflUX9L-Yn3bhKPGSDGP6QCyPRl4F5rlVbdFqWmRxgkRw2Hp_PWpKyoGtppJvlnTtlORxgjTDGopyy_IK3FrPYlIMEiGe2Ajr7BS/s320/03-141-VA-ColdHarborTrenchSketch.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Then I followed the route of the <strong>Seven Days' Battles</strong> of <strong>General McClellan's</strong> attempt to invade Richmond in 1862. These included the battles of Beaver Dam Creek, Cold Harbor, Gaines Mill, Glendale, Malvern Hill, none of which I had heard of before, but nonetheless very bloody and important battles. The confusing part was <strong>Cold Harbor</strong> which saw fighting <u>both</u> in 1862 and 1864. The battle I was interested in occurred in 1864 on Grant's march to Petersburg:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLtaQk5pBK5luADa_0DBZxIEkT3rlR8E5vThkOdP1KIII6e2RQ0oxIxa4904Rb10hjM2iQ-R5p0ZdfoTCVo1eLVwpdX_RKG5Kq3blHmRh6S5Ec6llBJxnKrLXwfZYj1fib7uncidHeGaU/s1600/03-148-VA-ColdHarborSign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLtaQk5pBK5luADa_0DBZxIEkT3rlR8E5vThkOdP1KIII6e2RQ0oxIxa4904Rb10hjM2iQ-R5p0ZdfoTCVo1eLVwpdX_RKG5Kq3blHmRh6S5Ec6llBJxnKrLXwfZYj1fib7uncidHeGaU/s320/03-148-VA-ColdHarborSign.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;"> The <strong>Akin</strong> connection to Cold Harbor--</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">136 years ago, a relative, <strong>Marshall Akins</strong> had been at Cold Harbor. According to the history: "The <strong>36th Wis</strong>, one of Fox's fighting regiments, was organized at Madison,Wisconsin, from March 1 to 22, 1864, and mustered out July 12, 1865. It was commanded by Col. Frank A. Haskell, who was killed in action at Cold Harbor June 3, 1864, [after the Brigade Commander, Col McKeene, was killed]. Haskell was succeeded by LTC John A. Savage, who died of wounds received in action before Petersburg July 4, 1864. LTC Clement E. Warner then took command, till mustered-out. The 36th was under fire for the first time at Spotsylvania, May 19, 1864, and became, during its service so reduced by death, wounds and disease, that it carried only 11 officers and 170 men into the fight at Ream's Station in which action it lost 134 men taken prisoners. It belonged to Gibbon's Division, Second Corps, and lost 157 killed, and 185 from disease, etc." I found the above description of his regiment's history on an internet site, and at the Cold Harbor Visitor's Center I bought the battle maps that showed exactly where his Brigade was placed on each day of the <place w:st="on">Cold Harbor</place> battle.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;"> On June 3rd 1864 in just one hour <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">6,000</b> Union men died. In the two weeks of the <place w:st="on">Cold Harbor</place> battle there were 16,000 casualties. This battle changed the course of the War in the east from a war of <span style="font-family: inherit;">maneuver</span> to one of siege. This was actually Marshall <strong>Akin's</strong> second enlistment. In 1861 he enlisted with the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">86th <place w:st="on"><state w:st="on">Pennsylvania</state></place> Volunteers</b> at age 16. He lasted only four months due to illness. After that he moved to <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Wisconsin</place></state> with his family and later enlisted there. I saw the Cold Harbor battle ground today. The Cold Harbor land is so different now, but the trenches are still there. It must have been a terrible place to be in 1864. I walked the trails at Cold Harbor Battleground and viewed the same trenches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I see on a map there is a monument to the <strong>36th Wis</strong> on a road just north near the battle of <strong>Bethesda Church</strong>, I'll have to check that out tomorrow. By now it was almost 7 pm and my thoughts were turning to the Western Sizzlin’ Restaurant. So I headed back to eat and to call it a day. It had been an exhausting day of beautiful weather and poignant thoughts.<br />
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Raining all night at the Charlottesville KOA campground, but I was nice and dry. Got up at 8:30 am and noticed the four tent sites next to me were either vacant or the occupants were in the process of leaving. I wonder if they are going to a dry motel, or further into the Shenandoah Mountains? The camp bathroom was humming with activity, so rather than be seen heating coffee water in the bathroom, I was prompted to use my own resources to get hot water. I tested my <strong>Power Supply Battery</strong> to heat up water in my hot pot, but it took 400 watts, so just tried my hot coil, and at 100 watts it worked perfectly. Since I slept later than expected, I didn't pull out of the camp until about 11am. <br />
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I drove north in the direction of <strong>Orange, VA</strong>. On the way I stopped to view the <strong>Barbour Mansion Ruins</strong>, home of James Barbour an early governor of Virginia that burned in 1884. It was designed by <strong>Thomas Jefferson</strong>, and now has a popular vineyard and winery. Further on Hwy 20 I finally came to <strong>Montpelier</strong>, home of the 5th President of the US, <strong>James Madison</strong> and his wife Dolly. It is out of the way, and not highly publicized, but definitely an enjoyable estate to walk around. With a "AcoustiGuide" tape player you can hear about all the places you walk through. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Montpelier</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Madison & model of Montpelier</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready for dinner with James Madison and friends at Montpelier</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The big house is full of history: from the early 1800's through it's expansion when James Madison inherited it, with the entertaining done by <strong>Dolly Madison</strong>, and after Madison's death, with the sale of the estate and later purchase by a black sheep of the wealthy <strong>DuPont family of Delaware</strong>. If you go there be prepared to spend several hours enjoying the historic plantation. The graves of James and Dolly Madison are on the grounds of Montpelier.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The two lane highways of Virginia, while picturesque, are narrow enough to make me hold my breath when oncoming trucks pass by. I headed back southeast and in an hour arrived at <strong>Richmond, VA</strong>. I reluctantly came to this city, but with the 3-day Memorial Day weekend, I figured a lot of the people had left the city and gone to the mountains, so I would get a motel room, use the internet, and be able to visit some of the <strong>Civil War battle sites</strong> that I had missed before. I got a room at Best Western for two nights, got a sandwich at Arby's and settled in for some serious internet exchange. Although I had ancestors in Virginia, I wasn't sure just where they had lived.</div></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-91065745368070509252011-04-17T22:05:00.001-10:002011-04-18T13:30:35.494-10:00Ancestor Tracking - around Charlottesville, VA - 25 May 2001<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">25 May 2001 Charlottesville, VA area - KOA Campground <br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I slept late and well, then took off to find the <strong>Walton’s Mountain</strong> of the Walton’s TV show. Unfortunately I turned out of the campground in the wrong direction because I was thinking the campground was on the south side of the road – it wasn’t. So despite my very detailed map, I couldn’t find the right highway. I stopped at a rock quarry to ask directions, but the guy had to run and answer a phone. Finally I took out my GPS and it knew exactly where I was, and it agreed with the maps, despite my thinking the maps were wrong- sure. Heading in the right direction I drove through some really beautiful land. Very hilly and green, lots of trees. Beautiful, old, backwoods type area. I took some very rural roads, holding my breath each time I approached another vehicle on the narrow, nearly one-lane road. I haven’t gotten comfortable with the van width yet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvkjcPLXt4TyxKSuy8-UUlrwMK-wM2X81bzaaYXp3QkfvyT90IV5V2NenW7ZjUbnF78PhG-IpzqTXpUzjeGRMnd828o7Z1CyDUnfGlidiXGSO6yzZTcLfViv4f1DIII22XwQWWsUWdLBF/s1600/03-099-VA-SchuylerChurch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvkjcPLXt4TyxKSuy8-UUlrwMK-wM2X81bzaaYXp3QkfvyT90IV5V2NenW7ZjUbnF78PhG-IpzqTXpUzjeGRMnd828o7Z1CyDUnfGlidiXGSO6yzZTcLfViv4f1DIII22XwQWWsUWdLBF/s200/03-099-VA-SchuylerChurch.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">The home of Earl Hamner, the original “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">John-Boy Walton</b>” of the TV show was raised in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Schuyler</b></city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">, <state w:st="on">VA<span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></state></b></place><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was surprised his house was actually in the tiny town, and not up by itself on the way to Walton’s Mountain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The town had prospered due to a <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">soapstone quarry</b> and works in the town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Earl’s father worked there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were several old churches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<strong>Ike Godsey’s” store,</strong> has now burned down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The school is now made into a community center and museum for the Waltons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several rooms are made up to appear as the Walton’s home on TV looked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ike Godsey's Store"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Walton's Living Room"</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I watched a video and was amazed at how similar all the Walton kids looked like the real <strong>Hamner </strong>kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Earl Hamner helped with the original casting, and even chose Richard Thomas to play himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ate next door at the Schuyler Family Restaurant, and enjoyed the lunch and down-home service.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Real and TV "John Boy" Walton / Hamner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The real Walton / Hamner home</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Heading back to <strong>Charlottesville</strong> I took the tiny <strong>Rockfish River Road</strong> – quiet and isolated, each turn a picture of peacefulness.. The rain came again as I was getting back into Thomas Jefferson’s neighborhood. Reminded me of <strong>two years ago</strong> during Hurricane Dennis (?) how I slogged through the downpour to visit Monticello. Today I would visit <strong>Ashlawn-Highlands</strong>, the home of <strong>James Monroe</strong>, 5th President of the US, and good friend of Jefferson. Last time I only got as far as the parking lot, then due to a ticking clock, pulled back out to be able to get back to Ft Bragg, NC in time for work at the hospital. Well, no work schedule for me today. </span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ash Highlands - home of James Monroe</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A very modest home for ex-president Monroe back in the early 1800’s. He wasn’t of the new aristocracy as were Washington and Jefferson. The home, slave quarters, and overseer’s house were nicely kept, and maintained by the College of William & Mary. Next on the agenda, driving past <strong>Monticello</strong>, was a stop at <strong>Michie’s Tavern</strong>. Built in the late 1700’s as a home, it became a tavern and lodging place for travelers. The tour was different in that it wasn’t a regular home, and included a well, an outhouse or “necessary”, a spring house, curing shed, and grist mill. There is also no lack of souvenirs for the tourists to buy, but I was able to resist these, as my van won’t hold much. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michie's Tavern</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Back at the campground, there was a bustling of activity, as the <strong>Memorial Day Weekend</strong> has begun. All spots were filled except a couple tent sites. It’s kind of nice to see the kids playing and all the activity. I was happy in my van. It was still raining lightly. For dinner I finished the potato salad left from Walton’s Mt, and the remainder of the asparagus, plus some triscuits (my daughter’s favorite) with Apple Chutney (OK I couldn’t resist buying that). Used the van battery for a half hour of news on the TV and 45 minutes of reading lights. The test will be if the van battery starts in the morning. ??</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-59527945050166394712011-03-19T22:26:00.000-10:002011-03-19T22:26:31.422-10:0024 May 2001 – Thursday Harrisonburg – Charlottesville, Virginia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32rqHf2_IgpTg5_EBqpYPjgQXdiUmsJmVcv3T7KorpZ5yd9lHKWMBxxa-5w09BjhLf55uWVX7X7_UQuKwJ6wM41teQMWM-70ezmA17DZGFuOR01XQqxQqs6LCQgaVCUupsji5Bz1hPBsf/s1600/03-085b-VA-Map-Charlottesville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32rqHf2_IgpTg5_EBqpYPjgQXdiUmsJmVcv3T7KorpZ5yd9lHKWMBxxa-5w09BjhLf55uWVX7X7_UQuKwJ6wM41teQMWM-70ezmA17DZGFuOR01XQqxQqs6LCQgaVCUupsji5Bz1hPBsf/s320/03-085b-VA-Map-Charlottesville.jpg" width="320" /></a>Surprisingly I did not sleep well in the motel. For $50 one would think I should sleep twice as good as at the $25 campsite. But I didn’t. I like the quiet campsite much better – and somehow the bed made of the fold down bench seat at the rear of the van is very comfortable, even if it’s just a little short. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I used my time in the morning to upload a bunch of pictures for my website. Next chance I get I’ll insert the photos into the text and make them into thumbnail pictures. I heard from my friend Alvin Wong in Hawai'i and he is clicking on each thumbnail picture to make it big and very clear. He has a high speed line, and can check up on me. Which reminds me, if you are reading this, why not send a little e-mail – you can do it right from the homepage and say hi. It can get lonely out here.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well, at 11am I was out of the Day’s Inn at Harrisonburg and filled up with gas for <u>$1.55/gal</u>. I thought that was a great bargain, as it was up to $1.79 in Washington, DC. Too bad, just down the road gas was selling for $1.29!! I think the refineries have shifted into overdrive and are producing more gasoline. I hear city gasoline is higher because of the special formulation it has to go through, for air pollution control.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthplace of President Woodrow Wilson - Staunton, VA</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I continued on down Interstate 81. Lots of big trucks on this road. But it was a beautiful day. I wanted to do as much as possible before the next rain – forecast for tomorrow. I arrived at <strong>Staunton, VA.</strong> Such a nice little town. I give it “Donna’s Four Pineapple Award” for it’s historic significance, its use of signs to find the visitor’s center, and it’s overall beauty. Downtown is the birthplace of <strong>President Woodrow Wilson</strong>. We don’t hear a lot about him, but since he was president when my mother was born (1914) I figured I should see the historic house. He moved to Georgia when he was 11 months old, but Staunton still claims him. I was the only person on the tour.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scot-Irish Farm</td></tr>
</tbody></table> But what I <u>really</u> wanted to see was the <strong>Museum of Frontier Culture in Staunton, VA</strong>. I must award it “Five Pineapples” as it is so unique and such a labor of love. They have imported three farm houses from the 1700’s of <strong>Northern Ireland</strong>, <strong>Worcestershire, England</strong>, and the <strong>Palatinate of Germany</strong> and reconstructed them here. They represent the typical home of early immigrants to the Shenandoah Valley – the English, the German, and the Scots-Irish. Then they found an old log farm house, barn and outbuildings in <strong>Botetourt County, VA</strong> built about 1830, and reconstructed it here, showing how the descendants of these immigrants used methods and traditions of their ancestors from Europe. My <strong>Thornburgh, Polson </strong>and <strong>Harbison</strong> ancestors were <strong>Scots-Irish</strong> who travelled down this valley and continued around the time of the Revolution into Kentucky.. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the Scot-Irish house out the beautiful window</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This is a living history village, with people dressed for the period and actually working on their farms. I totally loved it. There were only about 10 other people in the place. But I imagine by Memorial Day weekend which starts tomorrow, their business will pick up. I can't stress how wonderful this place is.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early American log house from Botetout County in the Shenandoah Valley, VA at the Museum</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Palatine German house - Museum of Frontier Culture, Staunton, VA</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Finally I headed East to Charlottesville to the KOA campground I had made a reservation with using my cell phone. Quite a handy gadget, I'm glad I got one for this trip. But not to worry, the campsites were far from being sold out. I was the only person in the tent section, and not many motor homes. This campground is really in the backwoods. Very close to where Thomas Jefferson built his home, Monticello. Other homes of famous men built in this area of those of <strong>Patrick Henry, James Madison, and James Monroe.</strong> <br />
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I wasn’t quite sure where I wanted to stay - but knew it would be at a motel, as I wanted to connect back to the internet and recharge all my batteries –the jump-start power battery, Video Camera, Cell Phone, and Laptop batteries. It was a beautiful day. Heading down south into the Shenandoah Valley I came to <strong>Winchester</strong>, I ate at Shoney’s breakfast bar and even got a discount for being elderly! $5.49 –I had eggs, bacon, hashed brown potatoes, strawberries, pancakes, French toast, chicken, mashed potatoes, I left all the nutritious food alone, I guess. I decided to travel further down and perhaps stay at <strong>Strasburg</strong> or <strong>New Market,</strong> but pushed on south to <strong>Harrisonburg</strong>. I needed to stay at a town that had a “local call access“ to dial up the local AOL access phone number for my internet connection. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuo6A6Sjk3BsRQHYGjKYtY5kme_FibUBOjqt8eU9Jp43cHJ0mzt4C83Y38JRPK5gRBQu5LH3D19FyDO4qhBi9vI7OxN_MzM8odUH49QleGmxTkvN0_s4chlniBGB_JrEOO-EXJd9WFDUj/s1600/0357a-VA-Harrisonburg+22May01+MAP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuo6A6Sjk3BsRQHYGjKYtY5kme_FibUBOjqt8eU9Jp43cHJ0mzt4C83Y38JRPK5gRBQu5LH3D19FyDO4qhBi9vI7OxN_MzM8odUH49QleGmxTkvN0_s4chlniBGB_JrEOO-EXJd9WFDUj/s320/0357a-VA-Harrisonburg+22May01+MAP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I chose Harrisonburg's <strong>Day’s Inn</strong> because they advertised having data ports, free local calls, and refrigerators. Truth is, not all the rooms have data port phones or fridges, and there was a $1 phone access. I couldn’t get onto the internet in the first room I got, so insisted I change to a room with a data port phone. Then I called AOL and got some help, and connected with a new AOL access number – one with a slower speed I guess. Well, after all that work, I headed for the jacuzzi and got a wonderful water massage on my poor neck. Carefully watching the time, I was out of the jacuzzi for the start of the last episode of “Boot Camp” on television - now I can rest in peace, the girl, “Whitlow” won the $500,000 and I don’t have to watch any more evening TV. The TV in my van gets good receptions for some channels, but uses the van battery, which I want to be careful about – so I don’t drain it. I spent a couple hours online and answered e-mail and enjoyed hearing from friends.Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-55761308309713463312010-11-28T20:33:00.000-10:002010-11-28T20:49:27.327-10:0022 May 2001 – Tuesday- Harper’s Ferry, WV – Antietam Battle Site, MD – Harper’s FerryBy 9am, while the forecast called for a morning respite from the rain, I was following Hwy 230 north to <strong>Sharpsburg, MD</strong> and <strong>Antietam Battlefield National Historic Site</strong>. Every ranger has commented on my National Park’s Pass and thanked me for supporting the Park system. I figure with all the sites I plan to visit in a year, it was well worth the $65 investment... as each park costs about $ 3-5 to enter otherwise.<br />
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I bought an audiotape and toured the battlefield in the van after listening to the Ranger give an overview of the battle and watching a video. Cornfields, forests, Antietam Creek, Dunkard Church, the bloody “<strong>sunken road”,</strong> farm houses – all still as they were 139 years ago. At the <strong>stone bridge</strong> over Antietam Creek, that became known as <strong>Burnside’s Bridge</strong> – I took photos of the memorials to the 51st Pennsylvania Regiment that fought there. I may have a relative that was with the 51st. On the bridge I was surprised to see a long black <strong>snake</strong> just laying there on the wall. Hmmmm. I could imagine the Pennsylvania boys sludging through the dense foliage and encountering snakes as they fought to cross the bridge. As I returned to the van, the skies opened up in a downpour of rain which continued all evening. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of Sunken Road - my van below</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I finished the tour at the <strong>Antietam Cemetery</strong> in Sharpsburg, then headed back to Shephardstown, WV for lunch in classic old-time “<strong>Betty’s Restaurant</strong>” - like a soda fountain. Lunch of lasagna and garlic bread was good, it was the special at $4.79. As I got to my van in the rain and was thinking how nice it was to have a side door so I could just step into the van from the sidewalk, I –again- <strong>hit</strong> <strong>my head</strong>. So my neck which was improving from prior head jamming on the interior of the van, was now getting hammered again. I just laid back and tried massage, range of motion and “pseudo cervical traction” to head off any more neck pain – along with a couple Tylenol. Someday –and soon, I hope—I’ll learn to duck.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Back at the <strong>KOA Campground</strong> I was still the only one in my area. I used the remaining sunlight to read about the Civil War and write on my laptop computer.. Tomorrow I’ll go to a motel with a telephone for internet access. It will take a little while before I find my <strong>ancestors’ homesteads</strong>.</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-21398320159126805362010-11-22T08:10:00.000-10:002010-11-28T20:17:08.371-10:0021 May 2001 Monday - Harper’s Ferry, WV<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camp ground</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Birds and squirrels are all over this campground at Harper's Ferry, very pleasant....with big trees and few people. I spent the morning doing more organizing of my stuff so I know where everything is. The sunscreens I bought for the windows worked very well last night to keep any prying eyes from peeking through the windshield or front windows. The other side and back windows have installed blinds. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I drove (way over) to the restroom (like 100 ft) in the van, in the morning and plugged in a little pot for hot water. It worked very well to make coffee back at the van. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I went into the WalMart at Charles Town looking for a cigarette lighter adapter to charge my GPS. Not finding that, ate a quick hamburger there, then I bought 4 lithium <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildRJ3oOzPTD7yqo930xJJ2g5rXTtFm2AsGmukHEY9Mwogj2yJorQ5sERb0FtlodvBvGShpNea6j1XNWZuv08bhLv2rFzzgYDhGgDdAook_k9ijyg5LO188Hx-f-qpcMyws6x2FfS1Zwmc/s1600/03-015-WV-HarperFerrySt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildRJ3oOzPTD7yqo930xJJ2g5rXTtFm2AsGmukHEY9Mwogj2yJorQ5sERb0FtlodvBvGShpNea6j1XNWZuv08bhLv2rFzzgYDhGgDdAook_k9ijyg5LO188Hx-f-qpcMyws6x2FfS1Zwmc/s320/03-015-WV-HarperFerrySt.JPG" width="320" /></a>batteries at a nearby Radio Shack store for the GPS. Still a lot to learn about the GPS. Finally I re-entered the Harper’s Ferry National Historic Site and did more walking around the streets. It was raining on and off. A train passed over the bridge on the Potomac River nearby. Canadian geese were shepherding their babies around on the grassy areas. Little flowers grew up the walls of the spring houses and root cellars and it was so pretty. Very few people were in the town and there was so much to see. Finally I caught the shuttle bus back to the Ranger’s Visitor Center and took my van back to the Campground. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I listened to my radio and occasionally watched the van’s TV (on the van's battery). The reception for NBC comes in very well, but the other stations are poor. I was prepared this time, for a cold night, and slept very well in the van. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Railroad bridge over Harper's Ferry street </td></tr>
</tbody></table></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-9338550331562951822010-10-23T19:01:00.000-10:002010-10-23T19:56:24.861-10:0020 May 2001 Sun - Silver Springs MD to Harper’s Ferry, WV<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">---continuing my travels and ancestor tracking...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sfEhtwd7ExVNwE22LlwfIRSgWTGnM3lCQXbytgd_1BRO1b0XZFdrgDwc47Sf-8TEDsIuIUr-uRN_K6g5ew8vm2VkDFayOIPyXb5nA9x5AK6S-toBU5zfgiAbLt69vaS2fG5iHZmvCpZ3/s1600/03-000-Map-Harper's+Ferry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sfEhtwd7ExVNwE22LlwfIRSgWTGnM3lCQXbytgd_1BRO1b0XZFdrgDwc47Sf-8TEDsIuIUr-uRN_K6g5ew8vm2VkDFayOIPyXb5nA9x5AK6S-toBU5zfgiAbLt69vaS2fG5iHZmvCpZ3/s400/03-000-Map-Harper's+Ferry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My campsite home - 1st night in van</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The campground office closed at 2pm (still winter to them) but I made it in time to check in and check out their elaborate facilities of a store, gym, pool, laundry and many camp spaces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not a lot of people competing for spaces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were many big Motor Homes, no little Conversion vans like mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a place by myself in the tent section since I didn’t want electrical (silly me!) or water hook-ups – I decided to go “Cold Turkey” and see how I did in my van. Cheaper that way too. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a blue tarp used as a shelter for the one Appalachian Trail hiker in the “<place w:st="on">Appalachian Trail</place> hiker’s section.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately it rained later as I headed to the nearby Visitor’s <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Center</placetype> of <placename w:st="on">Harper</placename></place>’s Ferry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact rain is in the forecast for days</div></div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: 63.0pt 135.0pt;"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the streets of Harper's Ferry, WV</td></tr>
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</tbody></table> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Very few people visit Harper’s Ferry in the rain, I discovered. I was amazed to see just what Harper’s Ferry is. I thought it was something to do with John Brown’s body and the start of the civil war. I expected to see a working ferry boat. Well, I learned that John Brown led a revolt here to eventually free the southern slaves, and captured a US armory here in 1859. After 36 hours, and his supporters did not materialize to help, he was captured in a brick fire engine house and his much planned revolution ended with his hanging. This is credited with galvanizing northern sentiment to accepting a war between the states. Harper's Ferry was a thriving industrial town due to the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers providing abundant power for mills and machines. Today the town has been somewhat restored as a historic site, after eight times changing hands in the civil war and burning and after many devastating floods through the years. It is far more interesting that I had imagined and worthy of a day or two of visiting. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">For dinner I went to the nearby Golden Corral in Charles Town, WV and enjoyed their feast. Because of the rain, I drove the van from my “camp site” to the restroom – no use getting wet. Then came the test – how would I sleep in the van? My first night!!! Well, I slept very well, although it became somewhat cold during the night. Tomorrow night I’ll sleep IN the sleeping bag, instead of on top of it with just a poncho liner on top. Sure does get dark. You notice the dark when you don't have electricity for a light.</div></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-10315812683199950122010-09-28T22:21:00.000-10:002010-09-28T22:21:05.977-10:0019 May 2001 - Saturday - Annapolis, Maryland<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><img src="http://www.blogger.comhttp://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"> Today I went to <b>Annapolis</b><b>, Maryland</b> with Bev. I haven't had a chance to practiced using my <b>GPS</b>, so I was trying to figure it out while Bev drove. Annapolis was nice, but I expected that it would be easy to find the <b>US Naval Academy</b>. I had fond memories of watching <b>"Men of Annapolis"</b> on television in the 1950's. Well we were driving around and finally I was able to use the GPS to navigate to the Academy. Success! It wasn't far, but we just didn't happen to get on the right streets. What a very nice campus. We walked around town and did some people watching too. The <b>midshipmen </b>were walking by as Bev and I sat at an outdoor cafe by the water. Their must have been a special function because the cadets were in full uniforms and had dates wearing formal dresses. I didn't realize Annapolis was also a historic and quaint town - and the capitol of Maryland. The <b>State House</b> is pictured on one of the <b>new quarter coins</b>. It was an enjoyable day, and I was happy to have visited this famous town. Back to Silver Springs for the night, then I leave to West Virginia tomorrow then on to check out where my ancestors traveled in the Shenandoah Valley. Below are some photos from Annapolis.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-90129344060571767902010-09-18T22:19:00.000-10:002010-09-18T22:20:47.102-10:0018 May 2001 - Friday - Wash DC--Continuing my exploration of Washington DC back in 2001<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"> I've been waiting for this day - the day I had a ticket from <b>Senator Inouye</b> to tour the <b>White House</b>. I got to the White House about 8am and there were many people in line already. But I was lucky to have the ticket and not wait in the line at the visitor's center for a <u>possible</u> ticket. While I was in line, <b>President Bush</b> left in a Marine helicopter to go to Pennsylvania to talk about the energy situation. He didn't stop to say hi.- ha ha. The White House was fantastic. I was happy to see the rooms I'd seen on television. Now when I see interviews, or press conferences, etc at the White House, I'll maybe be able to think that I'd been in that very room.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">I was able to get into the <b>Ford Theater</b> where <b>Abraham Lincoln</b> was shot in 1865 just as the Civil War was ending. It is a National Historic Site, and 700 people can fit into the theater and see the presidential box where Lincoln was sitting and the balcony from which John Wilkes Booth leaped to make his escape with a broken leg. A ranger told the story of that evening and brought it to life. There is a museum below the theater, and the <b>Peterson House</b> is open across the street where Lincoln was taken and kept in bed until he died at 7am the next morning.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFh5Nf6AMI5T6VWTXUnw8xTJrJOECaznFmVNgM1k4OT6Ftakl2_zYDcsul-35WiCczTY61n6O9reIQve_Pl73Cnc2OEufInF9A58xeBjHNI5pFGjJTFfLNWfZiyACrfyQskvdhtgK3Yky/s1600/02-115-WashDC-BedLnclnDied.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Zipping over to <b>Arlington</b> on the Metro, under the <b>Potomac River</b>, I visited the <b>Women in Military Service at Arlington National Cemetery,</b> then took the Metro back to the Roslyn station where I got off and visited the <b>Newseum</b> -- or a museum for the News. Quite interesting. Needless to say I was exhausted from all this running around. When I got back to Bev's we decided to go out and have Mexican food. It was great!</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Newseum" Museum of the News Media - Arlington VA</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3Yh5DNOjsNJdlFmqWgtVnL6STRb2Y6wXi_rKt0FhIZQ2pmJvmSkjK21Up7mW5xpsIH351eXFi1YEOE97ePvHfLeBDsPwapat_86pgfpMykbQ1omMN37RIUyj3yQWVhrhOGiMM7k8GEvj/s1600/02-120-WashDC-Newsemum.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-8521237531857828942010-09-12T22:54:00.000-10:002010-10-20T16:15:13.134-10:0017 May 2001 -- Thursday Washington DC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>---Continuing on my vagabond genealogy trip of 2001:<br />
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Another day in <b>Washington DC</b>. I took the Metro into <b>Union Station</b>. When I emerged from the beautiful building I saw the <b>US Postal Museum</b> across the street. I couldn't resist so went on a tour of what was once the <b>Main Post Office</b> in Washington DC. Built about 1900.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">US Postal Museum - Wash DC</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mail Bag hook</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">US Postage Stamps on display</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Train's Mail Car at the US Postal Museum - Wash DC</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: right;"></div>I was especially interested in the exhibit of a train's mail car where they sorted mail and used a hook to get mail sacks at small town train stations. My (step)grandfather, <b>Roy Senker,</b> and I used to wait for the train at <b>Los Molinos, California</b>. The men on the train's postal car would thrown off a mail bag, and would snag the one from the station via a big hook snaring the mailbag that hung on a special post. We’d pick up the mailbag they threw off the train and take it into the post office in the pickup truck, and deliver bags to other nearby towns. I learned to drive on that <strong>Chevy Pickup truck</strong> - including gearshift on the floor ---"Where's reverse?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Supreme Court Building</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Supreme Court Building stairway</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The <b>Supreme Court</b> was on down the street so I connected with a tour that was beginning. It is another impressive building. The cost of a lunch there was impressive also.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Library of Congress Reading Room</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside beautiful Library of Congress</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Since I had to leave the <b>Library of Congress</b> yesterday before I'd seen the reading room, I went back there and joined a tour in progress. One runs out of words to describe the grandeur of these buildings. The <b>Library of Thomas Jefferson</b> is also on display. <br />
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And finally I went back to the <b>National Archives</b> to do more genealogical research. The most stringent security I've encountered is entering or exiting the Research Room in the Archives. I managed to get more copies of the military pension requests and service records of <b>Joseph Hague </b>and <b>Amos Thornburgh</b> in the <b>Civil War</b>. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marriage Certificate of Joseph Hague and Mary Speer at the National Archives - Civil War Pension File of Joseph Hague</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Time flies when you're having fun, so it was dark before I got to the Metro and to my car - still safely parked at a shopping center near the Glenmont station.Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-24429182522620928102010-09-02T23:02:00.000-10:002010-09-02T23:17:25.616-10:0016 May 2001---Wednesday Washington DC<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Union Station - so big!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Washington DC</strong> beckoned and I drove to Glenmont, unfortunately there is no Metro Parking there. I parked in a shopping center lot nearby as I had to get to my very important appointment! I hoped that the van looked like it belonged to a shopper, not a commuter. I got off the Metro at Union Station - a very beautiful building, worthy of our capitol.</div>I went directly to the <strong>Hart Senate Office Building</strong> where I had a 10:30 am appointment to get a tour of the <strong>White House</strong> courtesy of the office of Senator Inouye of Hawaii (you get this type of tour by contacting your senator or congressman's office and requesting it). I met <strong>Senator Daniel Inouye</strong>. The Hawaii senator with one arm (WWII injury). We talked a little bit and he was very cordial. He's good friends with <strong>Laura and Pinky Thompson</strong>. By the way, their son, <strong>Nainoa</strong>, a Pacific non-instrument canoe navigator, was just given an award by the <strong>Dali Lama</strong> today in San Francisco. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Senator Dan Inouye (Hawaii) and Donna in Wash DC</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I got a tour by Sen Inouye’s staff to the Capitol. I went from his office to the Capitol by a special little metro type underground <strong>train</strong>. Very nice. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hart Senate Office Building</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The little underground train to Capitol</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At the Senate chamber I saw <strong>Sen Ted Kennedy</strong> speaking about an education bill in the Senate. Also <strong>Sen Jesse Helms</strong> came walking in to vote. Also saw the <strong>House of Representatives</strong> in session. Fantastic tour. To see the houses in session and it happening right before your very eyes is almost unreal. I was definitely in awe of the whole tour. You’re not allowed to take photos in the House or Senate chambers, but plenty of opportunity in other places. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside Capitol</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Capitol interior</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Father Damien one of two Hawaii statues at the Capitol</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Feeling very happy, and <strong>patriotic</strong>, after that tour, I went next door to an historic house with history of <strong>Women's Voter</strong> rights, called the <strong>Sewall-Belmont House Nat'l Historic Site</strong>. Home of <strong>Alice Paul</strong> an avid <strong>Woman's suffrage</strong> and woman's rights leader. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Window over door at Sewall-Belmont House </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then through the <strong>Library of Congress</strong> for a tour through one of the <u>most beautiful buildings</u> I have ever seen. I highly recommend a visit to see this building.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Library of Congress</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Back on the Metro to the <strong>Foggy Bottom</strong> stop and a free shuttle bus to the <strong>Kennedy Center of Performing Arts</strong> where I had another tour arranged. Since I was early I took the opportunity to have cappuccino coffee at the Watergate! I sat with <strong>Monica Lewinski</strong> at an outside table (just kidding). </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coffee at the Watergate Hotel</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Kennedy Center is fantastic. Huge and awesome views from the terrace. It's right on the <strong>Potomac River</strong>. They have about 6 different stages. We saw most of them - the Concert Hall, the Opera, and the Millennium stage with a jazz concert was going on. Took photos of the presidential boxes at each hall. Very nice free tour that anyone can just take at 4:30 pm. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kennedy Center</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kennedy Ctr Auditorium</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I Took the <strong>metro</strong> back to where I had my van parked in a shopping center. Happy to see that it hadn’t been towed away! No more Parking Garage attempts.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<b>Red lights and siren</b>. Just another day in the life of Donna Wendt. I drove my van to the <b>Wheaton</b> Metro Station, and drove in to the Parking Garage entrance that said clearance 7’3”. The garage entrance has a large diameter PVC pipe on a chain which indicated if your car is too high for the parking garage. Although the pipe was touching the top of the van (and rolling harmlessly over it) I thought I could park at a space directly ahead and not go into the low ramps... or at least turn around in there. But as it happened, there were not parking spaces for oversized vehicles. So I was going to turn around, but saw I couldn’t go forward because of the roof beams of the garage. And I couldn’t reverse because the pipe wouldn’t swing backwards - there was a beam blocking the swing of the pipe in the other direction. So I was stuck. What to do?<br />
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With my trusty <b>new</b> cell phone (delighted to have a use for it) I called the non-emergency number that was handy by the entrance gate, to get a garage attendant. But it went directly to the <b>Police</b>. Despite my protests, they transferred me to <b>Fire</b> <b>and Rescue</b>. And before I knew it a <u><b>big red fire truck</b></u> with all the <b>lights</b> and <b>siren</b> came to my aid. The heavily clothed firemen arrived and just looked at me, quizzically.<br />
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After much discussion, and my suggestion, one got on each side of the pipe and lifted it above the roof of my van, and I was able to back out. That's all I needed but, of course, not one person had walked by the entire time I was stuck. The firemen were very nice and maybe relieved that it wasn’t something more difficult, but they probably also thought I was pretty dumb. Well, yes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fireman at Garage - looking</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fireman lifts pvc pipe up with a pole</td></tr>
</tbody></table> I remembered to grab my video camera as they were working to free me, and one asked if I was going to submit it to the "<b>Stupid Home Videos</b>" show. Well, anyway, now I know the van is more than 7’3” high. And there are probably no parking garages in Washington DC, or anywhere, that I can park in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who's confused?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The saga doesn’t end there. I drove to the nearby open air lot and found a very nice space. I put <b>every</b> <b>quarter</b> I had into the meter for 5 hours, <b>then</b> read the sign. I couldn’t believe it indicated there was <b>No Parking</b> between 3:30 and 7:30 pm - So what good was it? I walked into the Metro Ticket office and didn’t get much of an answer. I did, then, realize I had parked in a “<b>Kiss and Ride”</b> lot and it’s only for drop offs! But, darn, it was a big lot. Anyway I went to get more quarters change for the <u>next</u> meters I might find. I was told that at "Forest Glenn" (two Metro stops towards town) there was a big open lot. So I drove there, but became frustrated when I couldn’t seem to park in the small spaces. Finally after 10 minutes of attempts, I made a last valiant effort (remember my neck hurts), and parked the van quite nicely. The lot was $2.25/day. I was glad to finally get going into Wash DC.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Van is happily parked</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Finally, I went to the <b>National Archives</b> to do genealogical research. Aaaa, at last!! Security to the building was first, and at that time I had to register my video camera with the guards. Why? They said so that if I lost it they would know who it belongs to! It was fairly overwhelming to really understand all the rules and what to do next. I found census records for <b>William Wallace</b> and <b>Josiah Wallace</b> ( note: these were the days before all census were available on Ancestry.com)<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">. </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">National Archives Microfilm Room</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I ended up ordering up <b>Civil War Military Records</b> for <b>Edwin</b> <b>Ells</b> and <b>John Hague</b>. They both were available, so I went down to the 2nd floor to look at them. Ordering records can be done by mail, but costs $37.50. Much cheaper in person. Well, it seems that <b>Company K of the Iowa Infantry</b> thought that Edwin Ells had <b>deserted</b>. They later realized he was taken sick in <b>Elizabethtown, KY</b>, and eventually got a medical discharge. I made copies of all these original records, for <b>John Hague</b> also, even though I’m not sure if he’s a Hague that is my ancestor .<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Civil War Record of Edwin Ells, Pvt, Co K, 10th Reg't Wisconsin Infantry <br />
He is "absent sick" in Elizabethtown, Kentucky</td></tr>
</tbody></table> This being the first real genealogical/historical library I'd used, it was a little frustrating getting used to using a little locker on the floor where you look at the documents. They only allow a pencil and piece of paper (and camera, I think). I wasn't used to the suspicion, and the obvious need to safeguard the documents. The woman security guard was so patient with me, kudos to her. I stayed till closing, then found my way back home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Metro Station - Silver Springs, Maryland</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-66516075369864581722010-08-29T11:39:00.000-10:002010-10-20T16:12:56.398-10:0013 May - 14 May 2001 Walter Reed Hospital14 May 2001 Monday Walter Reed, Washington DC<br />
I called Tricare Insurance again this morning and again was bounced back and forth between the Ft Bragg people and the Region people. Finally I realized that they only wanted me to go to a <u>civilian</u> doctor, despite my request to go to <strong>Walter Reed Army Medical Center</strong>. Finally I called Walter Reed Internal Medicine Clinic, directly, and got an appt at 10 am. (cut that red tape!!) So I had to hustle to get there in time. Another challenge – driving into the hospital. But I found that the biggest challenge was finding a place to park. I was too tall for their parking garage and had to drive all over the hospital area to find what I think was the last open spot. <br />
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I was seen by the Doctor by about 10:15am. He sent me for <strong>X-rays</strong> of the Cervical Spine in the <strong>ER</strong> . After an hour wait there I got in to be X-rayed and then found that it is difficult to get the “odontoid” portion on x-ray. So I got my fill of radiation to last quite a while. Then on to <strong>Physical Therapy</strong> where they were able to see me at 1pm. A Lieutenant worked up my history and checked range of motion. Then she got a doctor and he started bouncing my head around like a basketball. Finally he did something quick, and I let out a bloody scream as a giant “Click” (with some pain) happened in my neck. It was embarrassing to scream in he physical therapy room, with all the soldiers with real injuries enduring their torture. The doctor said “That’s what I was looking for – your <strong>C6 facet was out of place</strong>.” So I asked him not to do that again, but was really glad he didn’t tell me what he was going to do ahead of time, or I would have walked out. He is a physiogenist – or something like that. It helped. Then, laying down, they hooked my head up in a <strong>Cervical Traction machine</strong> and I spent 20 minutes getting my neck stretched. Not too bad. After that I got the muscle relaxer pills at the pharmacy and was done.<br />
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I found my friend, Sue in her Anesthesia office and we talked for a long time. I took over her position as Chief of <strong>Perioperative Nursing</strong> at Ft Bragg. Now she is preparing to go to Landstuhl, Germany to be Asst Chief Nurse of the Hospital. After a quick run up to Ward 75 to see the ward that Bev runs, I walked back to my van and made my way home. Bev and I went to dinner at the Outback Steak House as I hadn’t eaten all day. I put a hot pad to my neck, took a Flexoril tablet and was fast asleep by 9pm<br />
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Tomorrow I'm going to the <strong>NATIONAL ARCHIVES</strong> !!!!!<br />
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<br />
13 May 2001 Sunday Day of Rest at Silver Springs, MD <br />
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.. Day of recuperation. We stayed at the house and Bev fixed up a wonderful Salmon BarBQ along with asparagus and Couscous. We sat on the back deck and enjoyed the beautiful Mother’s Day weather. I spent several hours trying to learn how to work on the GPS the hand held navigation aid for my car. That is after I spent an hour finding my batteries for it in the van! I still need to learn about putting in “waypoints”. But that will come...<br />
I decided to call Tricare Military Insurance and see if I could get an appointment at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington DC to see about the neck pain I've had from the bump I got on my head a month and a half ago . Back in NC I walked into the TV above the back and front seats in the van and jammed my neck. I can't turn my head now, and so that makes it hard to back up the van! I couldn’t get anywhere with Tricare.Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-81292272810207027172010-08-18T22:29:00.000-10:002010-08-18T22:34:45.848-10:0012 May 2001 Saturday Silver Springs, Maryland - Wash DC--continuing on my ancestor tracking with a day for sight seeing in Washington DC--<br />
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I slept like a rock, and rose bright and early. Given directions to the Post Office I arrived there 20 minutes before opening, and the line was already long. While waiting, we heard brakes and a <strong>crash</strong>. A car had rear-ended a stopped bus at the bus stop. Soon Police, Fire Engine, and Paramedics arrived. The girl driver was apparently not hurt too badly, but the entire front end of the car was crunched underneath the City Bus. Seems to be a fairly exciting place around here. <br />
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I picked up a ticket that <strong>Hawaii Senator Inouye’s office</strong> mailed to me to tour the Capitol, White House and Kennedy Center next week. I’m looking forward to that.<br />
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Bev and I then headed out to the Wheaton Metro Station and took the Metro into <strong>Dupont Circle</strong> to participate in the $35 "<strong>Tour of Embassies</strong>." It was a fund-raiser but what an interesting walking tour it made. We visited six embassies, including the Madagascar, Croatian, Mauritanian, Danish, Indonesian, and Uzbekistan; also the nearby Textile Museum, and Islamic Mosque. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uzbekistan Embassy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>When we visited the <strong>mosque</strong> all the women had to wear big scarves they supplied. Those in shorts had to put on a long dress over the shorts to cover their legs. Bev looked like a babushka. A bazaar was happening at the Mosque, so we had an Islamic lunch.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Islamic Mosque</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We ran into Cheryl Bester, the wife of the <strong>Army Nurse Corp's</strong> chief, General Bill Bester. She was helping out with the Embassy Tours fund raiser, stamping our "passports" of the event.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bill Clinton's house</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Former <strong>President Bill Clinton's house</strong> was across from the Danish and Italian Embassies. Lots of "No Trespassing" signs around there. We got to the last embassy just as it was closing, so that was good timing. More good timing when we had just enough time to sip our “frapucchinos” from Starbuck’s at Dupont Circle before the short rain shower came overhead.<br />
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Home in no time on the Metro. And with a Taco Bell for dinner, this most interesting day was complete.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Metro Station at Silver Springs, Maryland</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-41968599443968954912010-08-14T16:47:00.000-10:002010-08-14T16:53:45.838-10:0011 May 2001 Shenandoah -Blue Ridge, VA Luray to Wash DC- Continuing to find the roots of my ancestry -- and see the sights along the way -<br />
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I’d expected a complimentary Continental Breakfast like the last (and other and cheaper Days Inn), but this one only offered coffee. So I loaded up the van and took a cup of coffee with me for the road. I got to <strong>Luray Caverns</strong> in a few minutes and decided to take the coffee with me while I waited for them to open at 9 am. Feeling I shouldn’t really take coffee into the lobby, I did anyway. They said a tour was leaving so I hurriedly searched for my credit card, upsetting the coffee and dumping it all over my clean white shoe and all over the shiny floor in front of the ticket booth. I volunteered to clean it up, and apologized profusely, but the tour was waiting, so I just set the cup upright on the floor in the puddle and ran off to the caverns. Very un-nurse-like!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entrance to Luray Caverns & my van</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> The Caverns were found in the late 1800’s and became a very popular tourist attraction for Luray. It was quite a trip into the attractive stalactites & mites. There was even an organ that used the sound of little hammers hitting the stalactites and something to do with solenoids. Lots of weddings are held down in the depths. The adjoining <strong>Car and Carriage Museum</strong> had an exhibit of 140 items including an 1892 Benz car. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luray Cavern, Virginia</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> After a hearty breakfast, or lunch by this time, at the cavern café – one pancake and one scrambled egg, I was off to return to the last of the 70 miles of the <strong>Skyline Drive</strong> portion of the <strong>Blue Ridge Mountains</strong> in the <strong>Shenandoah National Park</strong>.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Appalacian Trail - Yes, I "hiked" it -- well a little.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> I couldn’t resist hiking a ways on the <strong>Appalachian Trail</strong> where it crossed Skyline Drive at the 10.4 mile marker of the Drive. Friend, Doug Jarboe, will be hiking up this way in a month and he keeps a “Trail Journal” on the web, just for people making the Georgia to Maine trek on the Appalachian Trail. I wanted to experience a little of the Trail hike, without the hardships!</div><br />
The Drive was certainly a pleasure for me. Quite a few <strong>motorcyclists</strong> were also enjoying the traffic-free road and it would probably make it one of the most enjoyable rides in the US. There were also some <strong>bicyclists</strong>, but it looked like a very strenuous activity for them.<br />
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At the end of the Drive is the town of <strong>Front Royal</strong> and the <strong>Skyline Caverns</strong>. I figured I might as well “see all I can see” so I took in a tour of these caverns as well. This attraction is smaller, and more carved out of water. Very interesting and very different from the Luray Caverns. Their claim to fame are the 6-sided Anthrodite crystals growing on the ceiling and a “Valentine Beetle” 2mm in size found only in this cavern. They had stocked some trout in the underground river.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shenandoah River and Valley</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Finally I had to head towards a place I was not eager to drive in, <strong>Washington DC.</strong> I took Hwy 66 for 60 miles into the Beltway Hwy 495 and turned left (clockwise). I didn’t have to worry about fast freeways; the speed for an hour on Hwy 495 was 10 to 20mph. Finally I got the <strong>Connecticut Blvd</strong> and headed to <strong>Silver Springs, Maryland,</strong> where Bev, an Army Nurse friend graciously allowed me to stay, along with another friend, Army Nurse Anesthetist, Christina. Using Bev’s flawless directions I found her townhouse, even using my cell phone (for one of the first times) to warn her when I was about 3 miles away. It was good seeing them again – both had been stationed at Ft Bragg. We spent a lot of time talking, but managed to squeeze a Greek meal in at the nearby Tennis Club.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Follow the yellow, then green line from Fayetteville to Washington DC</td></tr>
</tbody></table>National Archives, here I come!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-56931398726630624082010-08-03T12:44:00.001-10:002011-04-18T13:32:31.261-10:0010 MAY 2001 Thur - Blue Ridge Parkway,Virg HARBISON / THORNBURG<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">-Continuing my "vagabond journey" to track down the roots of my ancestors -</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> I sorted out my Virginia Travel brochures last night. There are so many places to visit in Virginia. I have one more night around the<strong> Blue Ridge Parkway</strong> as I travel north before I get to Bev's house near Wash DC. </div> I started the day at the continental breakfast with a Krispy Kreme donut. I don’t usually eat donuts, but somehow this seemed the right thing to do. Something just made me eat that doughnut!! Mmmmm good. Got more gasoline – and headed through <strong>Bedford, VA</strong>, a town with some big houses with lawns so big you could graze your cows on it. There are no fences between houses. Lots of rolling hills. Virginia is a fantastic state.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> After 15 miles I came to the Blue Ridge Parkway and two Whirlybird helicopters. Today was the start of the campaign to eradicate the Gypsy Moth, which is destroying many of the trees along this part of the Parkway. The caterpillar of the moth eats all the leaves. The helicopters have spray nozzles to spray the trees like a crop duster.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Was this like my ancestor John Harbison's <br />
or Amos Thornburg's cabin?<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> I backtracked a little so I could get a good view of the Western side of the Parkway, towards the rest of the Appalachian Mts. Parts in this valley area were homesteaded by my <strong>Harbison ancestors</strong>. John Harbison was born about 1747 in Botetourt Co (or Craig Co) VA. Later his family moved to Kentucky and his brother James was killed by Indians. His daughter Rachel, married <strong>Amos Thornburg</strong>. It’s beautiful land, but no doubt difficult to carve a farm out of the forest wilderness. I saw many cabins only 100 years old, which were falling apart and abandoned many years ago. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> At the Otter Peaks Visitor’s Center I took a hike along a stream. What a beautiful area. And as I drove along the quiet Blue Ridge Crest I heard Lee Greenwood on the radio and I can echo his words: “There ain’t no doubt I love this land, God bless the USA”</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><strong> Blue Ridge Parkway</strong> ends after a hundred and some miles and the <strong>Shenandoah National Park’s Skyline Drive</strong> continues up north. The speed limit goes down to 35mph and there is an entrance fee. So the Drive had very few cars. <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> But I did see several <strong>deer</strong> in various places along the way, also lots of <strong>squirrels</strong>. There was some construction on the roadway but didn’t cause a delay. Skyline Drive is less pastoral than further south on the Parkway, but with tremendous panoramic views.</div> I got off Skyline Drive to spend the night at Day’s Inn in <strong>Luray, VA</strong>. I wanted to find a place with TV to see the last episode of "Survivor After the Outback". After the final show of Boot Camp next Wednesday I’ll be able to give up on this TV thing. I skipped dinner, expected to open a can of mandarin oranges, but couldn’t fine my can opener.</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-7335721374113013152010-07-26T10:46:00.000-10:002010-07-26T11:24:01.605-10:009 May 2001 - NC to VA9 MAY 2001 Wednesday Mt Airy, NC - Blue Ridge Parkway,VA<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Original Siamese Twins</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Up for the Continental Breakfast that was part of the room rate. Remembered to bring my cell phone that was charging in the wall receptacle. On to the Visitor’s Center for the video of the Mt Airy town’s offerings and a museum of the “largest collection of Mayberry RFD Andy Griffith- items in the world”. Let’s not forget that Mount Airy is the birthplace of singer Donna Fargo and home of the famous Eng and Chang Bunker. The twins were born in Siam (Thailand) in 1811 and were joined at the abdomen. That is where we get the term “Siamese Twins” from. They went on tour with the circus when 12yr old, married sisters, had 22 children all together (they didn’t give details on that) and are buried in the cemetery in Mt Airy, near where they farmed until dying in 1887. In addition, Confederate General J.E.B. Stuart was born at Ararat VA, six miles from Mt Airy.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mt Airy Museum</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Granite Quary - Mt Airy, VA</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I qualified as a Senior Citizen (yikes) at the Regional Museum, so kind of hobbled around looking at the exhibits. Finally I drove over to the other Mt Airy claim to fame, the World’s Largest Open Faced Granite Mine in the world. Granite from here is what made the Arlington Bridge over the Potomac in Washington DC. Gas in Mt Airy $1.56. I had a problem with the station ringing me up incorrectly then not knowing how to credit my credit card. So after much convincing of the manager, I just signed for the additional $8 and they gave it to me in cash. </div></div><br />
Fifteen minutes later I was at the Blue Ridge Parkway and had to stop immediately and take a photo. It is a very beautiful and peaceful two-lane road; words cannot describe the pleasure in driving this crest of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Built during the 1930s to give jobs to people during the Depression during Franklin Roosevelt’s presidency, it is a masterpiece – a ribbon of Americana at 2500 ft above the land. I was in the Virginia part of the road. <br />
<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGgMi9GcbITPzb4Qgn-gSasGA6DzdtMY9nr_8fW44wNmC9nPOMo8v5KO1Kwq-k5sh2irGt1tOcsqIvrWPMXtZFX0uMoDTU05vH5h65mUKFLY_0z1RKz29AtUhxwsp3TFa_rRZoZUNn3UB/s1600/V19-VanBlueRidgePkwy9May01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGgMi9GcbITPzb4Qgn-gSasGA6DzdtMY9nr_8fW44wNmC9nPOMo8v5KO1Kwq-k5sh2irGt1tOcsqIvrWPMXtZFX0uMoDTU05vH5h65mUKFLY_0z1RKz29AtUhxwsp3TFa_rRZoZUNn3UB/s320/V19-VanBlueRidgePkwy9May01.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I stopped at each overlook and place of interest, including Mabay Mill, a very picturesque mill with water wheel for grinding corn and sawing lumber. It is so picturesque they have post cards that have been printed by scoundrels using a photo of this mill advertising the State of Iowa and Maine!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Dogwood trees were beginning to bloom their white flowers accenting the many large hardwood and pine tree green. Azaleas added color. The weather was perfect. I could go on and on, but will just say that if you ever get a chance to travel this Parkway, do it – especially if the weather is good. With a speed limit of 45mph you can’t help but relax. and marvel at rural America and the beauty of the land.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I decided to get off the Parkway at <strong>Roanoke, VA.</strong> This was a mistake. I had avoided Roanoke before, and should have again. I never found the Visitor’s Center so drove through traffic back East to the Parkway and checked out a new “”Explore Park” at milepost 115. It was closed, but thought I’d return in the morning.<br />
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Unfortuntely when I got off the Parkway on the north side of Roanoke to find a motel, I ended up on a Highway that just kept going and going – and no motels. Twenty miles later I found myself in <strong>Bedford, VA</strong>. Took the first motel I found, Days Inn – for $40 – complete with microwave, refrigerator, free local calls, and continental breakfast. Ate spaghetti at the adjoining restaurant so I didn’t need to drive anymore, and then got on the internet for awhile before I tuned in “Boot Camp” for the next to last episode on TV.<br />
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At 1:28am a beep woke me up. I couldn’t figure out where it came from. I finally narrowed it down to my Cell Phone, so searched for it’s charger and got that going. Besides recharging my own battery, motel stops are now for recharging laptop, camera, cell phone, and soon, my GPS.Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-5656466962847547322010-07-25T21:28:00.000-10:002010-07-25T21:33:13.569-10:00Start of my dream trip to track my ancestors 2001-2002<strong>8 May 2001</strong> Tuesday Fayetteville - Ft Bragg, Fayetteville, NC ---- Mt Airy, NC<br />
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I planned to “Blow out of Town”, “Get out of Dodge” or otherwise say goodbye to Fayetteville, NC by noon today – 3 months and a week after my Retirement from over 26 years in the Army Nurse Corps. I was only an hour and 15 minutes late. My household goods are packed and in storage. Always more to do: Fill up the gas tank of my new Chevy Conversion Van at $1.53/gal, go to the bank, check my mail service box, stop by AAA and load up on travel books for the North Eastern US and driving west to Iowa. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Chevy Conversion Van</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Packing my household goods </td></tr>
</tbody></table> With a Diet Coke and Ice Cream Sandwich, I hit the road via Hwy 87. Northeast to Sanford, then Greensboro (or Goldsboro, or Greenville, never figured all the names out). I had to stop for coffee then, added a spoonful of my instant coffee to the hot coffee I bought, to add a little more caffeine. Not good to be sleepy.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lots of traffic at Winston-Salem as I passed through the furniture making region traveling from the pine to the hardwood forests. Then <strong>Pilot Mountain</strong> (Mt Pilot) rose like a sentinel on Hwy 52 in the beautiful forests approaching the Blue Ridge Mountains paralleling the mightier Appalachian Mountain range, which is just to the west. <br />
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About 5pm I rolled into the place I had located on the map last night -- <strong>Mount Airy</strong>. The real home of Andy Griffin and the fabled <strong>Mayberry</strong>, home of Sheriff Andy Taylor, Gomer Pyle (Jim Nabors), Barney Fife (Don Knotts), Floyd the barber, Aunt Bea, and Andy’s son, Opie, (Ron Howard). Not that I am the biggest fan of the old TV show, but I might as well see what I can see. Finding the Visitors Center I planned my motel for the night, got brochures and a tourist map of the town. Now 5pm I stopped by the jail of Mayberry RFD, with Barney’s police cruiser outside, the boyhood (1935-1966) home of Andy Griffith, the Snappy Lunch Diner, Floyds Barber Shop, and the Cinema. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table>I decided on spending $50 at the Comfort Inn, so I could watch "Frazier" on TV and use the Internet. I helped myself to the complimentary “Cappuccino” they were offering between 5 and 7pm. I got a non-smoking, first floor room so I could be close to the van. A note by the phone said all Internet calls are “long distance”. So I decided not to tax my brain by figuring all that out, I just enjoyed the beautiful Spring evening, excellent weather, and walked over to Arbys for a gourmet Roast Beef sandwich and chocolate shake. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I really needed this evening to organize the van. I was able to consolidate containers with my genealogy books, food items, clothing, emergency battery power box, and everything else except my travel brochures; I’ll do that tomorrow. I also postponed figuring out my new GPS (Global Positioning System) unit, and how to activate my “Voice Mail” on my Cell Phone - first time I've had / used a cell phone.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Too tired to do any reading, I was in bed by 9:30 pm.</div>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114315686113637563.post-6439097563342708502010-07-24T17:31:00.000-10:002010-10-20T16:21:39.657-10:00Inspiration for beginning this blog about my Ancestor tracking trip - a dream come true.Recently Randy Seaver, of the great blog at <a href="http://www.geneamusings.com/2010_07_18_archive.html">"Genea-Musings"</a> of July 24, 2010, proposed for "Saturday Night Genealogy Fun" that readers <span style="color: black;">1) Think hard about the genealogy research trip that you would take if money were no object. Where would you go, how long would you stay, what research would you do? What is your "<b>dream research trip</b>?" </span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">2) Tell us about it in your own blog post, etc.</span> </span>He (and I) have been following Becky Wiseman on her<a href="http://kinexxions.blogspot.com/"> kinexxions</a><a href="http://kinexxions.blogspot.com/"> </a>blog as she travels around the USA.on her dream trip, although she is not doing a lot of genealogy research along the way. Her trip inspired the SNGF (Saturday Night Genealogy Fun) challenge, and I have marveled at her amazing photographs along the way<span style="color: red;">.<span style="color: black;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"> My dream trip leaves from <strong>Fayetteville, North Carolina</strong> in May 2001, where I <strong>retired from the Army Nurse Corps at Ft. Bragg</strong>. I drove for <strong>two</strong> years - both for genealogy research and to see the great sights of America. I headed north and spent most of my travels in North Eastern United States -- with a stint up to Nova Scotia, and a couple flights to Wales and England. After New England much time was spent in Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, South Dakota, and Colorado. I made it as far west as Las Vegas, where my brother lived, and down to San Antonio, Texas, then back east and up through the Shenandoah Valley, VA to Pennsylvania where I sold the van and flew to Hawaii to find my retirement home, at last, in 2003. Since I am from Los Angeles and grew up in California, I didn't cover that more recent part of my ancestors' journeys.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">So here will be the record of my own amazing <strong>Genealogical Journey</strong> - my solo vagabond journey along the paths of my ancestors. </span></span>Donna Hague Wendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16369294999488094675noreply@blogger.com3