Back in January , I did a post entitled 17 Random Things You Probably Didn’t Know About M.D. Creekmore. It was a lot of fun to write and people seemed to enjoy it. Since I like to take occasional turn into other topics (plus, its Friday ), I’d thought I’d extend that list of 17.
1. When I was four years old I nearly died from a rupture in my large intestine caused by a condition known a diverticulitis. I had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery - funny thing, is I still remember everything that happened to the last detail.
2. My great-grandfather on my mother’s side, was full-blooded Cherokee and spoke very little english. My great-grandfather on my father’s side was a full-time moonshiner and womanizer.
3. I once went to jail for aggravated assault – later ruled self-defense, with all charges being dropped.
4. When I was seven a drunk driver crashed into the school bus I was riding in – luckily no one was hurt except the drunk driving the car.
5. I can’t stand rap “music” it’s like scratching a chalk board – awful.
6. I have one living grandparent (now in his 90′s) the others died of some form of cancer in their 60′s.
7. My first job was on a dairy farm cleaning manure from shipping trailers and barn. Now that was a dirty job. Got milk?
8. I have one brother who’s 7 years younger and no sisters. He has four kids – I have none.
9. When I was a kid I would daydream about being a professional boxer.
10. I hate to spend money. If at all possible would rather make something than buy it. Must be the result of being poor as a kid and having to make my own toys.
11. In the eighth grade I beat up the school bully – at least he got the rest of the day off from school, unfortunately for him, he spent it in the emergency room getting his head stitched back together.
12. I hate James Bond movies.
13. I’ve driven the same automobile for the past seven years – hopefully it will last another seven, over 200,000 miles and still going…
14. I studied Ninjutsu for several months under a former student of Stephen K. Hayes – never achieved rank but I had a lot of fun.
15. I was born about an hour from where I live.
16. Four year ago I broke my ankle while jumping off a porch – worst pain I even felt.
17. I’ve been dog bitten three-times – yet still love dogs.
That’s enough about me – what about you? Do you have anything you would like to share about yourself?
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I live about ten minutes from where I was born if you drive slowly. I haven’t lived here the whole time, and there isn’t a hospital for 30 miles.
I was born about an hour from where I live, I’ve lived here my whole life and I plan to die here.
My son was born in the house we’re living in now, I delivered him.
That’s one thing I’ve never done is deliver a baby – awesome.
Shortly after getting out of the military in 96′, I decided that being a “Former” paratrooper wasn’t good enough. I have been an active skydiver ever since, with only one reserve pull in 13 years.
I too live about 20 minutes from where I was born.
The house I am raising my son in was bought by my great-grandfather in 1940 – my son is the 5th generation to live here.
I live 3,490 miles from where I was born…
LakeLili,
This is really cool to have such a rich family history – it is a wonderful & true American tradition, you are quite lucky to impart that to your son.
My poor son really gets our family history in heavy doses as I am a professional genealogist. I believe that teaching history with a familial bias (ie you g-g-granddad fought at Vimy and Passchendale) makes history come alive… it is also useful for making him clean his room (ie your grandfather wouldn’t be too impressed that you’re leaving his bed unmade…)
It is unfortunate though that the property can not be defended or well protected, and the land is solid clay… the only thing that grows well is moss. In the long term, it is not a great place to be when the SHTF.
I love James Bond movies! It has to be a guy thing because I haven’t known a woman yet who likes ‘em.
I can’t stand rap music either. It’s not music at all, it’s a way that smart music exec’s found to make money off of minorities using Gangsta’s.
When I was a kid, I daydreams of being a Mountain Man.
I still drive my 2000 Chevy Silverado. 268,000 miles and still kickin’. Have used Mobile 1 synthetic in it since day one. No major repairs other than front wheel bearings and fuel pump.
When I was in 7th Grade, our little group of 5 boys was named “The 7th Grade Mafia” by our new Principle from Chicago. Dan the Trash Man as we called him. All I really remember was he was out of place in our small rural Oklahoma school. (our name may, or may not have, been deserved ;) )
He only made it one year but the name stayed with us until we graduated…lol
I WAS BORN A THIRD GENERATION CARPENTER AND TO THIS DAY I AM THE LAST ONE IN THE FAMILY STILL IN THE TRADE.THIS IS A SKILL THAT WILL PROVE VALUABLE TO MY SURVIVAL IF THERE IS A SITUATION.WORKING WITH MY HANDS IS A TALENT I THANK GOD FOR EVERY DAY.
1. I live an hours drive from where I was born, and have commuted there to work for 27 years;
2. My 7 yr old car has 314,000 miles on it, the previous one was 12 yrs old and had 427,000 miles – it was still running when I sold it;
3. I was run over by a car at 18 months old and remember it, had the age and event verified by my mom (my current age is 61);
4. The older of my 2 sons lives in the house that I grew up in, he is the 4th generation of my family to live there;
5. The house in # 4 was built in 1918, and I still have the origional type written deed;
6. A cousin traced the family history (father’s side) back to the late 1700′s
Not for publication: M. D., was your maternal great-grandfather Chief Golden Hawk? If so, I have a funny story about him. Also, if you’re still bothered by diverticulitis, drink goldenseal tea, and perform a high colonic on yourself with the same tea. Works better than anything except surgery, and will prevent that if you treat yourself at the first pain or sign of blood. Thanks for your good work!
it got published…
Yep, Dustin, it got published. Since M.D. won’t ‘fess up to being related to Chief Golden Hawk, here’s the (true) story from Jack Justin’s Turner’s novel, The Sheriffs’ Murder Cases, in the footnotes: “Golden Hawk Sizemore, the last Cherokee Chief in the Kentucky mountains, was an exceedingly handsome and charming man known for his philandering. It was generally believe that every family in (the county) was somehow related to Golden Hawk. He had fallen afoul of the law at one time and had been hauled into court on charges of ‘bastardy.’ The judge alledgedly said, ‘Golden, it is said that have have more than fifty bastards,’ to which Golden Hawk is said to have answered, “Yes, your Honor, and if I had your looks, I would have had fifty more.’” :-)
I live 4 miles from where I was born.
I have lived in my home county for 51.5 of my 53 years.
My father is 93 & remembers living with his grandfather who fought in the Civil War. How many people now alive have talked in person with a civil war soldier.
I have driven a GMC Z71 for the past 13 years & has 125,000 mi. I drive 4 miles to work.
My house has 4 kinds of heat & 3 kinds of water.(Heat pump,propane furnace,propane wall heater, woodstove–I like to be warm). Well water, rain water & creek water.
My parents lived next door to a moonshiner for 50 years until he died a couple of years ago.
What vehicle do you drive?
1994 Chavy Blazer
I live 2,700 miles from where i was born. My father was in WWII and we (mother and 4 kids) lived in a quancet hut while he was overseas. My great grandmother was full blooded Ojibwa and I lived half my childhood on a reservation. I have been driving the same car since 1996 and it has over 200,000 miles on it. I am the happiest person I know.
My grandmother drove over my foot – I was very surprised, but it’s didn’t really hurt that much. I was more upset that she *drove over my freaking foot* than in any sort of physical anguish.
I’ve never broken a bone, never had a single stitch (suture) and never stayed in a hospital overnight as a patient.
1. Childhood dream was to play basketball for a major university & go to med school. Full ride scholarship offered to me as a sophomore but a bad accident in my junior year eliminated both.
2. Born in Detroit, left at 18 months for California.
3. Once a professional level surfer – just before they made any real money.
4. Emergency bypass surgery 10 years ago. Drove myself to the hospital and nearly died in the ER.
5. Mother lived on a Blackfoot Reservation when she was young.
6. Played semi-pro football and we played against the inmates of Soledad State Prison – one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
7. When I was in my 20′s I could drink a 12 oz mug of beer in well under 1 second.
8. I tell my kids that rap is –
A. Not music, so don’t associate the two
B. Is not poetry so don’t associate the two
C. Has absolutely no redeeming value
D. Retards creativity & thinking
E. You know enough four letter words, no need to reinforce them.
9. The only professional sport I enjoy watching is Hockey
10. Did stand-up comedy & was part of an improvisation group & I actually made a living – my total living expenses was under $1,500/mo.
11. Was once a full-on atheist but now believe in Jesus Christ.
WITWCT……
Why in the world would you want to leave this f’d up city? The f’n political machine is corrupt, the f’n gangs are out of control, every other f’n car you pass is pumpin’ to the f’n beat, and all the…AHHHH….your parents were wise.
GO WINGS!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, love the Red Wings from way back, sorry but was Kings fan and went to most home games. And Dean you know there is nothing like a live hockey game.
I did a Google map with the street view of the road where my grandma lived and it looked pretty ugly. Then did a little more digging and found that the area is gang land, very sad.
Got very lucky to be shipped west! It has been pretty decent to live here until the mid 80′s and the buck became the almighty god & integrity became a relative term.
Very lucky indeed.
I know Cali has it’s problems, but Detroit is a virtual wasteland, with very little hope. I miss the desert, used to go see my uncle in Simi Valley on spring breaks and we would go camping out in the boonies. I think the name of the place where we got off the freeway was called Chiriacco Summit. I think it was close to where the General Patton training area was, but not sure, was a long time ago.
Good times…..you are lucky. ( can’t say blessed since I am still the atheist )
We might even see a Wings-Kings match-up soon.
Know exactly where Chiriacco Summit is – it is about 2 hours from where my son & I dove hunt & drive thru it in late summer when it’s 115 degrees.
As far as being an atheist, I can only guess that part of that choice is due to seeing other “Christians” who are a bit either overly zealous or judgmental towards you and that is sad. Gandhi once profoundly said, “if it wasn’t for Christians, I’d become one.” I was certainly in that camp prior to crossing the line.
I studied many belief systems before giving the Bible a chance. I looked at the claims of Jesus and the Bible as a whole book looking for errors but found none. It is a fascinating single message spread over 66 books by 40+ authors written over 1,000′s of years. Some of it is pretty dry reading but most is really great – in fact check the book of Proverbs. Read it for what it is -
By the way, you are blessed ~
Starting at the age of 7 I wanted 2 things.
1. To get as far away from the frozen wasteland known as new England
2. To be a trucker.
I ran away from home at 15 and hitch hiked to the east coast of Florida where I lived with a bunch of hippies and enjoyed “SUNSHINE” until I was 17. I then joined the army and spent 3 years in Germany driveing anything OD green. When I came back to the states I bought a motorcycle and rode all over the country raisin he’ll and having fun. When that got old ( about 82) I landed in Louisiana bought a truck and I’ve lived here and been owner operating ever since. I never haul freight to the northern states. I stay on I-40 and below.
To Prepared N.D. Any opinion about the goldenseal tea? Also the closest I’ve come to delivering a child is gutting a deer. My advice to anyone,buy more ammo.
Yellow Root (Goldenseal) would work good for the first phase of treatment. It’s a pretty potent laxative and stomach/liver tonic. Also if you have low grade infection/inflammation accompanied with the diverticulitis it will help that as well.
Once you’ve “cleaned out”, you’re going to need to stray away from heavy proteins and fried foods for a while to give your liver and intestines a rest – I would move over to fruits and veggies, the added fiber will help remove the rest of the deposits. At this stage, you can also drink Aloe Vera juice to soothe your intestines/stomach/throat.
Dry skin brushing and light exercise like jogging or jumping on a small trampoline will help you develop muscle tone in your intestines and try to repair some of the pockets that have developed. Don’t exercise on a full stomach, it will only aggravate the issue.
When you move back to your regular diet try not to overdo the protein/fried foods. Always chew up some Papaya Enzymes before your meals, this will help break them down. A diet that I have found that works for just about everyone is the “Eat Right 4 Your Type” diet. I usually recommend that for starters and modify from there depending on history/specific situation.
Thanks for the good feedback and the other good guest blogs. We’re nothing without our health.
Prepared in New Delhi ;-)
You should submit an article or more about natural remedies, I wish I knew more & am sure that I’m not alone.
Mechanic,
You are so right.
I discovered big time about how we are nothing without our health (see my point # 4 above).
My kids were 6 & 7 at the time and I was a working maniac who ended up nearly dead, literally.
Since then, I did a complete about face and let go of my foolish business aspirations, changed my diet radically, eliminated stress for enjoyment with my wife and kids and NEVER regretted a single minute.
Purely as a point of perspective – I had very high annual income & considerable assets back then and today have very, very little, but am monumentally happier.
I can say without reservation that I’d rather be healthy – physically & mentally, instead of wealthy – any day. Nothing can ever replace time lost.
That would result in me posting a novel.
If you can get your hands on “Bartram’s Encyclopedia of Herbal Medicine” I would buy it. It’s my go to book, it’s much better than the formal training I received. The bad thing is the author died last year, and as a result his book is getting hard to find and it’s getting expensive. On Amazon you’ll see two versions, a 2002 and a 1998 version. Both versions would be suitable.
Also you can read anything by Bernard Jensen, and look into the Eat Right 4 Your Type Diet.
I was born on an Airforce base and I live within five miles of a diferent one.
I don’t like rap but I play the bag pipes so what do I know. Three years ago I sold my 74 F250 w/400,000+ miles on it [I still miss it] I am a pretty good gunsmith, but prefer bowhunting.
I was born a half hour away from where I live now. Was Raised on a farm with cattle, some horses, etc..We also had fruit orchards.From a family of five kids,I’m the youngest.(44) I’ve been married almost 7 yrs., no kids.(by choice.)My family was in the timber business, and we had a sawmill, which I managed for five years when my dad retired.
I worked in the trades many years. Cabinetry, carpet, hard surface flooring. I have my own wood shop. I’m an artist. Oils, acrylics, and wood burning art. Very into politics.(freedom activist) Had a U.S. patent that never made any money for me.Accepted Christ as Savior at age 28, and it was the best thing I ever did in my life.
Am 2nd generation Californian, our family’s roots trace back to before the American Revolution. I work at the hospital I was born at – obviously didn’t travel far…. am still driving my 2003 Mustang and it runs great, hopefully for a long time to come. Love gardening, dachshunds, playing my Canadian-made guitar, cooking for friends and family, camping, hiking, reading & learning about survival prep, putting what I learn into practice. And love reading this blog site!
I am Scots Irish. My grandma was the last in my family to speak Gaelic.
I was born in the Sandhill Country of Nebr. The 1st toys I remember were
rattlesnake rattles, a rabbitts foot and pheasant feathers in a corncob.
I am tough as old leather but the only thing I hate worse than stepping
on snails in the garden is putting nite crawlers on a fish hook.
I have a collection of every Post Apocalyptic and Survival Book I can get
my hands on.
And I also love your Blog M.D.
I’m a dairy farmer on the edge of what’s called ‘cottage country’ in Ontario
I was born with horrible vision. The lens’ of my glasses were 1/4″ to 1/2″ thick. I had eye surgery at 15, lens implants that give me vision clear enough to drive without glasses.
I like to sing – folk, rock, old country. It may not seem like much of a survival skill, but if electricity becomes too valuable to waste on your cd/record player, you’ll have to make your own music.
I got into survivalism via zombie preparedness discussions. These led me to look up some of the natural diasters that could potentially happen and how to mitigate their effect on my family. I’m far more concerned about natural disasters than I am an economic collapse or government takeover
Dash..
I agree with you. The economic and governmental issues are nothing to turn our back on, but I too think that a natural disaster is very likely. Geophysical science has proven that the Earth has gone through periodic changes that have been drastic to say the least. None of this stuff has happened for a loooong time, maybe we’re due. Notice all the big quakes lately?
Good luck to us all……….
Dean,
Read in the book of Matthew, all of chapter 24. It explains about what’s going on with the quakes.(among other things , too.)
My family emigrated to the colonies in the 1600s in pursuit of religious freedom. They were Quakers, and maintained that religion through my grandparents’ generation. I am in the Daughters of the American Revolution because, although the Quakers were pacifists, they were patriots, which is recognized by the DAR. They aided the Colonists’ cause.
I was raised by musicians. Hors d’oeuvres were a major food group as no one cooked. No one in my childhood home would have thought to pair up an empty flashlight with a battery. I might suspect that I was adopted except I resemble the rest of the family.
I am afraid of running out of brussels sprouts. I buy a package or two every time I shop for groceries. I actually will NEVER run out of brussels sprouts but that doesn’t prevent me from padding the cushion.
I have prepped fast and furiously for the last two years. I feel so behind the curve. My plan is to escape suburbia but we’ll all have to stay tuned to see what happens next…
Hi Lane,
Had to chuckle when I read your post.LOL. I thought the Quakers didn’t believe in having …? (which created KIDS..) ?Thought I read that somewhere. Been a long time since I read up on some religions. I’ll have to brush up on that one.
And the brussels. LOL! I like em too, but that has never been one of my fears.:)
Hee, hee…my great, great, great and so on grandfather is Zachary Taylor. My grandfather, now deceased, worked on the four presidential American faces and this same man, my mother’s father, also worked on one of the great dams of our day and there have been many inventors in my family’s history throughout history. As a young person I dreamt of being a race car driver but only made it to changing tires, plugs, wires, gaskets, etc. :(. Some of my family was involved in moonshinin’ back in the day and carried shotguns and sometimes ran from the authorities that handled that sort of thing, some were involved in other illegal activities I dare not mention, some of my other relatives served in WWII and others brought back very old things from Egypt when they visited there. I have been across much of the U.S. and the first time I saw hundreds of mini-twisters in Idaho dancing across the dusty farming lands it was amazing. My family is large and is spread out all over the country. Some of our European roots have Minnesota indians in them. A few of my long-dead relatives owned plantations and had black workers but they were against slavery so you should know that we were the good guys and believed that we pretty much did not own anyone nor did we beat them. Although my roots are strong on the German side my Irish side still comes out now and again but toward that of the love for Irish dance, Irish beer (very rarely) and the famed Leprechauns and their luck and their gold and all. Ayyyye-buh-gor-a! The famed bulbous nose of the Irish runs on my father’s side of the family and I got lucky because I ended up with a nose that is a mixture of Swedish, Dutch, German and Irish. I’m here because of those who migrated here and I’m content with that. I love the outdoors, creatures of all kinds and most insects and snakes except for the black widow which is aggressive and most rattlers and other vipers which are aggressive (you can’t walk around without having to be careful where you go, where you put your hand and so forth). Don’t get me wrong, I used to play with the average garden snake when I was very young, so it’s just that I can’t pick up a viper like a can another snake and enjoy it’s beauty without having to be on the defensive. I think I’ll take those areas which are not involved with potentially hazardous creatures just in case I have to run from an enemy for having two things to worry about are NOT better than one. And I can still eat a smaller snake just as well as a rattler if I get hungry. About 15 years ago, while walking to our small-town grocery, I remember a yellow jacket, for some reason, had found me and began buzzing around my legs so fast I couldn’t keep my eyes on him. The walk was about 8 or 9 miles one way and I thought, once he left, I wouldn’t see him again. He spent about 3 minutes surrounding my legs before he went on his way. Well, I got the pop and other stuff I wanted for me and some other people and about a mile from the store on my return home, here he came and he was really mad this time. I had just finished a bottle of pop and capped it when he showed up but this time he wasn’t rounding my legs but instead came right up in front of me, buzzed around my upper area once about a foot or so away, returned to face me and I decided, “okay, that’s what you’re going to do, huh?” and I proceeded to swing at him with the bottle. I hit him and figured, phew!, that’s over. To my dismay, he got up and came at me once more and I hit him again. Now, I’m no real hitter but the martial arts I’ve practiced seemed to have kicked in I believe. At that point, just after hitting him and sending him to the ground, a nice elderly man stopped and asked if I need a ride and that was the lucky break I needed. No more walking in the hot, burning sun, and no more wasp attack. I later found out that someone was playing a joke on me and had tainted my jeans legs with wasp attractant (I wasn’t wearing any perfume, hadn’t eaten any meat nor done anything else that would’ve attracted one to me). I still look back on that day as a real lesson and that is to never let your guard down when it comes to yellow jackets and be glad when it’s just one that’s wants you. Still not afraid of ‘em (I’m in a northern state, mind you) but when they finally mix with the dreaded Africanized thing I think I will reconsider going outside when they are around unless, that is, they just go ahead and get rid of them. Since then, we have had various problems with yellow jackets around our homes until we put up the plastic yellow traps and that’s nice because I don’t have to worry about them coming at me anymore. Five years ago, one of them flew right up to me because there was a bit of mouse guts from our ferrel cats on my porch and I had disturbed him and his enjoyment of the tasty flesh. I had the trusty Windex in hand and when I tried to use it to get him to go away, he came right up to me, about 12 inches away, and we stared at each other eye-to-eye. What? Me? Compete with you, Mr. Yellow Jacket? He just sat there looking at me and he would keep making his escape every time I sprayed in his direction. I cleaned up the guts and he knew it but he came back and my fight with him was almost as if he was taunting me. Since the first two sprays he thus wouldn’t get close enough but instead would just come near enough. I don’t know but (hee, hee) I think they’re smarter than most of us think.
Sally,
Three suggestions:
1. Use a lot more paragraphs, it is a far easier format to read.
2. Read, edit, read & sleep on it, edit again – before you hit the submit button. The damn pesky yellow jackets consumed nearly half of your journaling.
3. Switch to decaf.
PS
My sense of humor is an acquired taste …
Wit,
Well I can see you’re at it again. Mr. Negativity.(even if you say you’re only joking.) Your sense of humour leaves much to be desired. I myself was going to tell her that the local grain elevator sells these massive cans of spray..Kills em dead. I had a scaredy cat guy PAY me to kill a whole hornets nest under his kitchen sink. Worked great and I never got stung. Another thing that is cheaper and kills them faster is starting fluid. Drops them dead. I kill them all the time around here.
As for snakes, I will hunt them down and kill them too. Can’t stand them. They have a way of showing up in the most unusual places, so I prefer to kill them, and not give them the chance. Ditto on the spiders.
Barbara,
Don’t you think that Sally could have accomplished the same with 80% less? You were able to do it.
I am sorry that you find constructive or “negative” criticism offensive and my humor leaves you flat. Maybe you enjoy wading through a mountain of meanderings but I don’t besides, what’s really wrong with waking somebody up? That’s a rhetorical question by the way …
Get over yourself.
I work a job where people use their own blood as a floor lubicant and for fun they cut off parts of their body, recently I’ve been blessed to see people who love to dine on themselves.
I also commanded a prison SWAT team for 10 years, and for fun I transplant trees and sell my surplus chicken eggs.
BTW I love James Bond movies, just watched Quantum of Solice again.
Patriot,
What the heck kind of psychotic post was that? If you aren’t the one with the mental problem, maybe you should EXPLAIN what that was all about so we won’t think you are totally wacked out?
Glad you said it first, I got the same sense from Patriot’s post – even if was an attempt at humor, it is very bizarre to say the least.
I think he’s referring to the inmate population. If he isn’t, I’m at a loss here.
PND,
Even if it was about prison life, it’s still quite strange … “blessed to see people who love to dine on themselves” is pretty warped.
Probably time for Patriot to retire or seek a new vocation ~
WIT N’ WCT,
Retirement or a vocation change isn’t always practical. We can’t always be comedians or semi-pro football players, lol :-P
… or prison guards. :-)
Retirement is only 21 months away.
Sadly in an attempt to make light of a truly disturbing situation I may have offended or shocked some of the readers. But the fact remains, since Michigan decided to close most of its mental health treatment facilities the prison system has been forced to absorb most of this cliental. Equally as sad the fact remains that some of these mentally disturbed prisoners are quite skilled at self mutilation in many forms and they are quite dangerous men. Fortunately the events that I described earlier don’t happen on a daily basis but they do happen and I doubt that the Michigan prison system in unique in this problem.
I work in a state prison whose main cliental are prisoners with severe mental problems.
That explains a lot! I’m sure the 21 months seems like an eternity but it’ll be here before you know it – congrats in advance.
After 25 years, 21 months should go by quickly.
Hi Patriot,
I was thinking it had to be something along those lines, Glad you clarified it for us. Shouldn’t those individuals be in straight jackets? Prison or not, they obviously need to be restrained. ???
Barbara,
We do restrain the self mutilative prisoner but we are restricted by law and department policy to take these actions after the prisoners have already done the act. Fortunately or unfortunately all prisoners have a plethera of rights that we must observe.
LOL, I’m not the only one who loves to pick up extra packages of frozen brussels sprouts…… ya gotta love the little buggars…… great with butter & lemon juice.
Add a touch of horsradish… adds a great zing. Also works well if you are sauteing carrots.
I like mine in cheese sauce. Mmmm.
For a special treat, cut in half after thawing or steaming to quarter tender state. Lightly drizzle in olive oil (or spray coating) add a little seasoning salt and pepper. Then broil them on a cookie sheet (foil makes clean-up quick and easy) until they lightly toast and begin to get crinkly around the edges. The sugars in the sprouts carmelize and are good enough for a green dessert. And a puddle dijon mustard or horsy sauce on the side for dipping and enjoy. Is your mouth supposed to water this early in the day?
Hi, My family has been in this country since 1720. My great-great-great-great-grandfather was one of the johnnys at Valley Forge. I have been taught American History in the family photo album. I was raised to believe that thrift, diligence, and hard work was normal. Every generation a member of my family has endured hardship, and privation to keep this country free, except the current one. I am profoundly saddened to see American History being taught “politically correct” instead of factually.
I am not rich, I carry the scars of my service in Vietnam, the wrinkles of a lifetime in an elementary school classroom and carry a gun in case someone wishes to take what I have. I speak two languages, hold a doctorate, and as about as redneck as you can get. I HATE RAP!! Love the woman I have been married to for 43 years, and bow my head to Jesus every single day of my life. I have always driven a pick-up and my current one is 10 years old. I judge men and women on what they do, not what they say. And I think this blog is a lifeline to any prepper who wants to hear the truth and try to stay alive and keep their family safe. And anyone who doesn’t read it on a regular basis is either a fool or igorant.
Doc,
Loved this post probably most of all as I agree with your observations about today’s teaching of history. My 2 older kids go to a very good charter school but is extremely liberal. My kids are pretty smart Christians & can see thru the PC garbage for what it is – and they stand up for what’s right, regardless of peer pressure.
I wished more people judged people by what they do instead of the lip service.
I am probably one of the very few ex-surfer now redneck’s in So Cal & am proud of it. And yes, to those who are scoring, I did mean “ex” surfer. I too speak 2 languages – one very useful here – English … ah, I mean Spanish.
:-P
PS
Those who do not read are either blind or lulled to sleep by our government.
Wit,
You get over yourself. It is called being POLITE, or even TACTFUL. You can get a good point across without being downright rude. You will find that you will have many more friends if you aren’t unnecessarily nasty to people. I realize that we all can be this way at times, and maybe we don’t even know we were, but you seem to have made it a regular habit. Maybe slow down and ask yourself if there is another way to get across your point. You will hurt less feelings that way. YOU JERK!! LOL!! Just kidding!!
Point taken.
I had a zillion humorous responses lined up but felt you may have taken them the wrong way.
Ah, well better pace myself & save them for another time, you silly cow. :-)
That, was a joke, my friend!
MOOOOO! (: The term I prefer is HEIFFER. (even though I’m not that fat..) LOL !
My husband was stationed in Korea in the mid 50′s & found out how bad people can be including our troops. He doesn’t think much of the paramilitary types. I have been a prepper since the Cuban crisis. We are from California and thought that Reagan was a decent Governor but not a president to be revered. We were republicans until the religious right took them over & started to push their agenda in the early 90′s. Big business only cares about the bottom line – so that the guys at the top can skim off millions while the guys doing all the work just barely get by. Henry Ford knew that if the little guys didn’t make the money they could not afford his cars. We like Creekmore’s blog because it is more balanced that the others and more interactive. Civility & Christian Charity helps too.
Hi Patriot Farmer, My family knew a guy that became a mental case. I noticed that when I talked to him about Jesus, his fast breathing calmed, his fists unclenched, and within ten minutes, he was talking to me in his right mind.
I couldn’t get him to accept Christ as Savior, but I tried.
Mark chapter 5 gives you a good history of this. Check it out. It could help you with them. Just don’t try what Jesus did unless you are a Christian.
Barbara,
We can only lead, feed and plant seeds – it is solely up to the individual to come to the Lord on their own accord otherwise, the conversion isn’t genuine.
Wit,
Why is it that you always have to pester me? I never said I was forcing him, for cryin’ out loud. He openly admitted that he wanted to accept Christ, even cried about it, but said he just couldn’t do it. Maybe it had something to do with the evil that had ahold of him. (This guy was SCARY..)
Heifer,
I guess I misinterpreted what you said –
“I couldn’t get him to accept Christ as Savior, but I tried.”
Witnessing to “normal” people is difficult enough but to the unstable, I would guess requires extensive training and multiple sessions. Sounds like your heart is in the right place.
I’ve been around many Christians who tell me all about all of the people they have personally lead to Christ as if it was another notch on their gun handle or jewel added to their crown & it bothers me. My point is simply that nobody can get someone to accept Christ – not only is it impossible but it is not Biblical.
Remember when Jesus spoke to the rich young ruler, telling him to sell everything, give it to the poor and follow me? How about the thief on the other cross? Jesus didn’t plead, beg, push or spent in inordinate amount of time with them, He just offered and it was up to the young ruler & the “other” thief to accept or not. Just like your example – they couldn’t accept.
I understand the passion because none of us followers wants to see anyone eternally separated from God but there is so little we can do other than to live the witness, know the limitations and do the most difficult (for most) task – talk to God thru prayer and let the Holy Spirit do the rest.
If I stepped on your toes I apologize.
Im from the hills of browncounty. I can trace my roots to my great grandparrents in kentuckey and visit there graves yearly with four genations of family. Im writing this on a cellphone (my only inernet access) and im 25 & new too prepping.
Welcome aboard Cornbread.
I’ve been loking for a good site to get/share info on survival for whatever is coming. I too am decended from american indian, cherokee on my mother’s side and seminole on my fathers side. both of my parent had coal black hair and dark eyes i somehow wound up with blue eyes and brown hair(Dad said the mail man lol).
I have been looking for a location to purchase some land to prepare for whatever may come, but mainly just to get away from living on the grid. I have a multitude of skills that would be crucial in a long term survival scenario. while I currently live in a fairly secluded area in florida, I would like to live where the elevation is higher which would allow me to build an underground dwelling
for a multitude of reasons.
I would eventually like to be part of a like minded group who’s skill set would be conducive to long term survival and prosperity in a sense that everyone brings something to the proverbial table for the good of all involved.
I was born just 4,982 miles from where I live, and even if you drove really really fast, you’d never get there. The Atlantic ocean would get in the way. Besides, I was born in a country where infidels are not warmly welcomed. I am an infidel… …and proud of it.
Gee… I was born 3,490 miles from where I live and I thought that was far…
I live 5 minutes (walking) from where I was born. My 2 brothers and 1 sister were born about 10 minutes (walking) in the opposite direction. They all live far away (brothers are in Wasilla, Alaska, sister in central California, and she can stay there). I can build just about anything involving wood or masonry. Could probably work with metal too, if given the opportunity. Have a degree in History. I have a vegetable garden (very lush one at that), have raised poultry in the past, hunt and fish. I’ve practiced bush-craft for a good part of my 30+ years. I feel that the greatest tool anyone can have in any situation is the one that God gave them between their ears.
You live in an amazing state. I spent my summers there in my early teens learning bush-craft and canoe skills. My cousin did her Junior Maine Guide and swears that it was the best basic education she ever got.
And your cousin was probably right. I’ve taught basic bushcraft to middleschoolers before. It was awesome, unless they were brats who’s folks didn’t want to watch them during that week of summer. Good thing I only let them use tree pruners and saws. I had the hatchet with me. My current job has prevented me from teaching the skills anymore, but I will do so with my own kids, whenever God gets around to blessing me with them.
I Live in Florida.
Former Recon Marine.
Drove my Suburban until it had 250,000 on it ,gave it to my sister, it now has 375,000
I like guns
Have 3 dogs
Teaching myself to can vegetables,jams,and pickles.
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