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  • Radom Notes from an Old Maid

    Have to be at work in an hour, running through the same old script, hearing the same old cranky people give the same old snarky responses--and, maybe, if I'm very lucky, actually have contact with someone especially nice to talk to, or make someone feel better about his or her situation--still an awful lot of jobless people out there, despite with the ignorant people in America "think."

    Had one yesterday. A "lady" from Oklahoma--calling OK is almost as bad as ringing up Kentuckians, trust me--Anyway this little old southern lady, kept yammering at me about how her daddy worked for Texico and how she grew up on the oil fields, how she used to be a big executive with the state government, how she's 81 years old and runs a big ranch with 55 head of cattle, blah-blah-blah...and then, this person--whom I'm willing to be probably never was never poor--or at least, never wasn't able to feed herself or her kids---started yammering on about welfare people whining that they weren't getting enough food stamps and that the pay was too low and that they couldn't find a decent place to live. (this is the part where I gritted my teeth and politely said (in other words, I lied) "oh I know, dear."

    When the woman ironically said that she "wished these people would stop complianing and whining." I merely visioned this woman in my mind when I truthfully answered, "Ummm-hmmm." It's so very easy for these conservatives and others to put down the poor--because they've NEVER been poor, don't have a clue, don't want to have a clue. Because caring takes courage and thinking takes effort and...well..these people may be nice in some ways, but they're just so...shallow. If they were a pond, the fish would suffocate. Heck, I was working full-time back in July, and at one point, didn't have enough money left over from the bills for food. I went a good part of the week, with nothing to eat but--literally--peanut butter on a spoon and some tinned peaches. And I had only myself to feed--what do people on low wages do, who have kids? It's hard, and what makes it harder in this country, are these ignoarant self-serving uptight "my way or the highway" conservatives thinking that they know what's best for everybody---when they aren't really thinking at all.

    Someone was going around the office, asking people to a party. I knew she wouldn't ask me. No one ever does. People seldom talk with me. It's just me, I guess. I'm just not someone people want to include in things. I rarely have ever been asked to join in. And that's okay. That's who I am. I often think that if my penfriends ever met me face to face, without knowing who I was, very likely they wouldn't want me around, either. I'm just that sort of person. Some people attract people--I make them stay away...not on purpose--it's just my looks, my personality...it's...me. And I've grown used to it. I've never been in anyone's clique..never had a circle of friends, to speak of. Sometimes it's hard, but mostly, I just accept it. After more than 45 years, I don't think that's ever going to change.

    It's quiet here, I like the quiet. I don't always like being alone, but it's okay. Thre's a world of worse things than being alone, trust me.

  • Cemetery Stories: proof that fact can be stranger than fiction


    SIGN LOCATED AT THE EASTERN ENTRANCE AT THE END OF CEMETERY AVENUE, OFF BROADWAY (NY ROUTE 32), IN MENANDS. MUM HAD A SUPRISE, WHEN SHE FOUND DRUING HER GENEALOGICAL RESEARCH, THAT HER FATHER, WHO WAS FROM HUDSON, NY, NEARLY FIFTY MILES SOUTH OF ALBANY, HAD BEEN BORN ON CEMETERY AVE...ALMOST IN SIGHT OF THE STREET MY MUM AND DAD BUILT THIER HOUSE ON, OVER FIFTY YEARS LATER.

    Well, seeing as I've mentioned some stuff about the Albany Rural Cemetery, I thought I'd share some of the very true stories I'd encountered during my research, so many years ago. While I no longer have most of my notes, most stories are so well ingrained in my mind, I really don't need them, anymore. But first, a little background--just some facts off the top of my head.

    In the early 18th century, the city of Albany, NY was overun with little cemeteries. Often these were really horrible places: exposed graves, dead animals, rats, starving dogs--you get the picture. Not good. So, a mess of the prominent citizenry got together, chose some ground and called it a cemetery...367 acres worth. Many graves were moved there--and in the 1860's, I believe, a huge burial plot, known as the State Street Burial Ground--consisting of a bunch of churchyard cemeteries all thrown together, dating from the late 1600's (some stones removed to ARC still bore Dutch inscriptions)...and a place was set aside for this cemetery (near where my late mum, grandfather and great aunt are buried). Anyway, there was this big parade and a grand opening and tra-la! A grand cemetery was born--which in the height of the Victorian era, would be considered one of the most beautiful in the world.

    But enough history...I could go on, but it can get a bit boring, I suppose--let's plunge right into the more interesting stuff.

    Tragic (and sometimes bizzare) stories:

    These are stories I either was told about, read about, or simply stumbled across on my own.

    One day, while photographing a monument near the cemetery pond, I noticed at the base, that the two little headstones were of little children who'd died close together. While walking around to the back, I found that there was an inscription on the back of each stone: They were each child's last words, just before each one died.

    In the northern section, there's the graves of a man and wife, from the 1900's. They died on the same day. The story: The husband and his wife were walking to a movie house one Saturday. As they walked over the railroad tracks, one of the heels on her old-fashioned high buttoned shoes got caught. The train was coming. He couldn't pry her loose, no matter how hard he tried. So, when the train came upon her, her husband gathered her in his arms and they died together. Their daughter, when later asked by a local historian/journalist about it, wasn't nearly so romantic about it. She never forgave her father.

    Near this same section, just a little to the east, a young Victorian girl was with her family paying their repects to the family grave plot. She decdided to wait for her family in the carriage. Just as she got in, something spoooked the horses and they took off--upsetting the carrige. She was thrown out, and was flung into a headstone, dying instantly....the headstone was in the family plot---right next to where she would soon be buried.

    In the 1900's, a young chemist was accused of murdering his new wife, but putting poison into her medicine. He was tried and found guilty. To the end, he vehemently protested his innocence. He was the first man ever to be executed by the electric chair, in the state of New York. He was buried on the hill near the eastern entrace of the cemetery. As his coffin was lowered into the ground, it was noted that a brass plate on the outside of it bore the inscription, They would not if they had known." There is no formal marker marking where the young man is buried.

    "Unique" monuments:

    The cemetery also contains some very unique monuments, as well.

    Probably one of the most unusual monument, is a mable pylon, encirled by a series of bronze umbrellas going up the sides. The umbrellas at one time, had little silver bells attached to each "rib," but these were later stolen.

    On the same hill where the alleged wife murderer is laid to rest, there stands two small children's monuments, a boy and a girl. The girl's monument depects a very detailed sculpture of her high-button shoes and little straw hat.

    Further on, up the hill a ways, stands the outline of the foundation of what once was a good sized brick crypt. It was torn down. Why? Because word got out the that the eccentric old lady who was buried in there, had ordered that after burial, that the lock be filled with lead, and the key thrown into the nearby Hudson River. Well, word got out, as it will do, and people tried to break in to the vault...didn't succeed, but the vault was damaged so badly it had to be torn down. If any "treasures" were ever found in there, nobody talked about it.

    Nearby is a granite pyramid. No design, just a pyramid, with a small, approx. 1 inch square inprinted on one side, for no apparent reason. There's also some gigantic balls (no jokes please) made of various materials in the cemetery, as well as several life size and smaller broken off "trees," one of brownstone, most of marble. And huge Celtic crosses are quite popular in some areas.

    Even further along is a stone depicting a young boy in his knickers (the short trousers, not the undershorts), holding his schoolbooks in one hand, his other hand outstretched with one finger pointing. At one time--before mention was made of the stone in local papers and it was vandalized---the outstretched finger had a bee sitting on it. "Howie" was killed by an alergic reaction to a bee sting on his way home from school. How's that for a bizzare but touching memorial?

    Near the cemetery pond, there's a simple modern stone, that tells of the heroism of a ship's captain, who, in the 1950's, saved passengers on a sinking ship. The back of his monument bears part of a famous nautical poem.."I want to go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky..."

    In another section, the 19 ton monument of one Lyman Root, was, when it was installed at the time, accidentally set to the exact points of the compass.

    A monument on the far eastern hill, facing the old Delaware and Hudson railroad tracks, sits a simply plinth...surmounted by a finely detailed fireman's helmet on a padded cushion, all done in marble. It's dedicated to firemen who died in a horrific hotel fire in Albany in the late 19th century. The plinth also depicts a fireman's speaking trumpet on the side, and, if I recall correctly--but my memory's a bit fuzzy--I think some of those ball-type fire extinguishers they used to use.

    There's some empty chair monuments, as well. One is a tiny marble chair, all padded and tufted, just like the real thing, on a child's grave.

    There's an oriental stone as well--of course, I can't read the inscription--oriental stones are tall and narrow, it seems.But, I can't say for sure, as it's the only one I've ever seen.

    Some of the more elaborate Civil War soldier's graves contain, Republic sheilds, draped flags, swords/buckles, crossed cannon and cannon balls, eagles, medals, kepie caps (hats), and other accourtements.


    THE WESTERN ENTRANCE OFF OF STATE ROUTE 378 (just four drives above my own street that I grew up on). THIS IS WHERE THE LOCAL PRESBYTERIAN CHRUCH HELD ITS SUNRISE SERVICE ON EASTER MORNING. ONE TIME, WHEN I WAS IN MY EARLY TEENS, THE "MR PIBB" SOFT DRINK HOT AIR BALLOON, HAD TO MAKE AN EMERGENCY LANDING HERE...AND US KIDS GOT TO HELP THEM TAKE IT APART AND ROLL UP THE BALLOON--THAT WAS REALLY FAR-OUT.

    There's a bell tower in the cemetery, that used to be rung for funerals. It's still there, located behind the main office. However, they had to stop using is as the cemetery grew, as it got so the bell was ringing almost constantly, and the neighbours started to complain.

    Some of the more famous people buried there, include President Chester A. Arthur (a service is held at his graveside every year), President Martain Van Buren's son, most of the early prominent politicans of New York state, a famous 19th century American actor named Joseph "Fritz" Emmett, is also buried here, as well as the promenant Albany sculptor, Erastus Dow Palmer, who's memorial works include some large monuments, as well as some bronze medallion portraits. He also has some regular sculptures on dispaly in a local museum.

    General Stephen Van Rennselaer--last of the old Dutch patroons (lords)--he founded RPI college (the famous American engineering school, Rennselaer Polytechnic Institute( in Troy, NY. He also a state senator, leutenant govenor, state assemblyman, a US congressman, and fought in the War of 1812. He was a key factor in the anti-rent wars---tenant farmers protesting unfair rents, dressed as indians in calico, and blowing tin horns--rebelled against the Van Rennslaers (who, at one time, owned most of the Albany, NY area--many square miles of it-- and these tenants broke the patroon system once and for all in the early 1800's. One of my direct anscestor particpated.

    Unitl I was in high school, about the time I was 17 or so, Albany's evening paper was--and had always been since the mid-1800's--the "Knickerbocker." My granddad worked on the Knickerbocker for a while, as a pressman, after he left the Daily News in New York City. I used to help my friend Tommy, deliver that paper when I was around 14 or so. Anyway the founder of that paper, which lasted over 100 years, is buried in the cemetery. He founded this grand old paper---on a total capital of: $7. (That's just a bit over 3 pounds, ey?) Qutie a man, was ol' Hugh J. Hastings.

    Another historical figure is that of Samuel Stringer. He was an officer in the British medical department, and was present at Lord Howe's side, when he fell at Fort Ticonderoga. He was later appointed by the Contentntal Congreess as Director-General of Hospital for the Northern Department.

    There was Thomas Spencer Llyod, who was a famous American hymn composer in the 19th century. His stone at one time bore his autograph, but acid rain and the harsh northeastern winters have made it difficult to read.

    Another historical NY state figure, is Govenor William L. Marcy (for which our tallest state mountain--located here in the Adirondacks, at over 5000 feet--is named) besides govenor, he was also supreme court justice, US senator, Secretary of War under President Polk, Secretary of State under Govenor Pierce. It's wrtitten that his funeral procession to the cemetery was two miles in length, and contained 27 military companies and 17 fire companies. Additionally, his monument--by Erastus Dow Palmer--was the very first granite monument to be placed in the cemetery--until then, stones were strictly marble or brownstone.

    Yes, there are several slaves buried in Albamy rural as well. And a Souix indian girl.

    The black graves were kept seperate from the white graves, when they were moved from the State Street Burial Grounds in Albany to make room for what is now Washington Park. The black graves are in roughly four mass graves, located off into the woods, all alone. No effort has ever been made to rectify the situation (and yes, I did notify people, but was totally ignored.)

    Of the infamous sorts, there is a Mr. Morrisy, a famous 19th century boxer, who was involved in the famous New York City Tamminy Hall scandal, and also help establish the now world famous Saratoga Race Course.

    Several early 20th century gangsters are reportedly buried here--but I never got around to confirming that.

  • Playing with catsup---whoops! I Mean, Playing Catch-up

    So I've been striving to catch up to all of my e-mails that were backed up from the month I was without internet service. Think I've finally managed to wade through most of them. Hey! Guess what? I've won the euro-lotter, the internet lottery, the UK National lottery, and the Netherlands lottery, 297 times, at last count! Forget about dreaming of traveling to England--I can BUY England!

    But seriously, does anyone actually buy into these scams? Guess someone must, or they wouldn't bother trying it so much...man, dumb isn't the word. But I do feel sorry for someone who does believe it. I myself was almost ripped off for 3000 dollars once--had to go through hell to retreive my funds, once I'd realized I'd been had, but I most certainly did learn my lesson. The shame of it is, it had run through my mind that it might be a scam, but I was just so gobsmacked at the offer (I was selling a collectable saddle, that was actually worth thousands--well, it was anyway, before the bottom fell out of the western collectables market two years ago.) Anyhow, I was stupid and naive, and I throroughly learned my lesson, trust me on that score. But I do get tired of three of four "you've won!" e-mails in each of my e-mail boxes every single blessed day.

    I did hear from my cousin, the antiques dealer, and was pleased to hear that all was well with him. He's a really cool guy--I always liked him, when I was a kid. He's about 10 years or so, older than me...and like me, he always made his own path to follow, didn't fit into life's little pidgeon hole--much to his dad's anger and utter dismay. I was blessed with my mum--she always supported me, no matter what I wanted to do with my life--unless it was something she worried about---she talked me out of those free downhill skiing lessons, which in hindsight, was probably a good thing. Needless to say, last time I was on a ski slope--think it was Willard Mountain--I walked down.

    And (she groans good-naturedly), I heard from my young David Tennant fan. Oh gosh, more piccys of David Tennant. Gee, I was just thinking, I really could use more pics of David Tennant--not. Don't get me wrong, actually, I do have so pics of him as Dr Who on my screensaver...but that's as far as fandom goes with me. Love him as an actor--think he's utterly brillant, actually--but, don't have any bedroom dreams or anything even remotely like that--don't kiss his picture goodnight, or spend all my spare time on the David Tennant website...just enjoy his work, and that's that. But, my young teen friend--well, she gets a bit carried away, doesn't she? She's that age, ya'know. I was just like that, as a young teen. David Cassidy, Randolf Mantooth (from an American TV show called "Emergency"), John Denver, Parker STevenson. Sure, I had my little crushes too, I remember. So I humor the girl, and she's just so happy to have an adult who takes her seriously...how could I say "no" to her, ey? But, really, if you must know, yours truly could care less what David's wearing, what music he listens to, what his brother does for a living (he has a brother? Didn't know that) who he dates and even what kind of blinking car he drives! I want so badly to tell her that I don't care about his probably disgustingly expensive car, but I just haven't the heart, you know? But this time she just sent me reams and reams of totally useless trivia about this actor...talk about David Tennant overload. My gosh, that e-mail went on--and on--and on...I'm beginning to thing that this girl knows more about DT than his own mother knows! Was I ever this bad--probably. I used to collect every book, every picture, every newspaper and magazine article about John Denver...posters all over my wall, his music playing constantly..yeah, I guess I was, or nearly so. Thing is tho', I'm not even all that attracted to David Tennant--I mean, I'd love to see his work live, someday, and yes, he's a nice looking young man, and seems like a really witty and charming person...but...I dunno', he just doesn't make my heart skip a beat, ya'know?


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