My great-grandfather (from the Fort Scott, Kansas area) road with John Brown’s sons in relief of the City of Lawrence during one of the raids on that town.
He was later named Post Master by Lincoln. — but only after being cleared of being one of the Potawatomi raiders.
The funny thing about motivation — it is a stew not an ingredient.
I would certainly second that evaluation and look forward to his next contribution. I recall that Freeper Yellow Rose of Texas was related to the real N B Forrest.— may she be in the arms of the Lord.
Late 40s for me as well. My dad had been a Master Sgt in the army. Men knew how to work in that era. He worked in management of a commercial construction company and in 1950 built our own suburban house virtually with only one helper in each trade. Worked until 2:00 am for 16 months. Was the best suburb in KC.
The kids that grew up in FDR’s depression and the went out and kicked ass in a two front war were tough. He lived until he was 90 and would not have suffered what we have now.
The United Methodist Church where we now live was the largest church. It just split because 40% didn’t want the promotion of homosexuality. The spin off is doing great.
Ash Tray. I can’t remember a car recently that had one. .
the new standard is to just throw the ashes, embers and butts out the window where some blow back into your back seat and other leave little memories amongst the roadside tinder...
Moth balls are a good repellant. Those suggesting poisons should remember that poisons often have a peanut butter type attractor smell. You don’t want to attract these rodents in any manner.