Memorial Day

Remember those who never came home, those who fought for you without ever knowing you.

Thoughts And Prayers

Today Santa Fe High School in Houston, Texas became a member of a club no one wants to belong to, but too many already do when a student opened fire killing 10 and leaving 10 others harmed.

Immediately the usual debates and blame began in the media and all over social media. I’m not here to address policies, gun control, the existence of the NRA or anything like that. Not now, not here.

Also the usual “Thoughts & Prayers,” “Pray For Santa Fe” sentiments started to appear. Many took, and take offense to this and will counter these sentiments with calls to “do something.”

While I understand and share much of the anger and urgency to “do something,” at that very moment in time, while we are watching  students on t.v. crying, reliving the nightmare. While we watch the anguish of the parents who have lost a child, right at that very moment, what can we do?

We cant change policy at that very moment, and while the anger is righteous, we cant forget the people who are living through this nightmare.

This is where, for me, the thoughts and prayers come in.

Should we not pray for the families, students, faculty and the entire community? Should we not pray for their peace, their strength and faith to hold them in this most trying time? Should we not uplift them with our thoughts and prayers and let them know that we are all with them and thinking of and yes, praying for and with them?

People need to do something when tragedy strikes, they need to feel like they are in someway helping, and in the moments, days and weeks that follow these tragedies, praying is the most immediate thing that can be done.

As for me, I will continue to think about and pray for these people. If that offends you, I’ll pray for you too.

 

Ohio State Reformatory: Disembodied Voice

Ever since we moved to Ohio, Ive always wanted to go on a ghost tour of The Ohio State Reformatory.   I knew The Shawshank Redemption had been filmed there, but for me, the history, and the possible sighting of a ghost was more the draw for me.

On May 4 of this year, the husband and I took the tour. The tour is around 2 hours, and if you ever decide to take it at night, I suggest you take a flashlight because it is dark, wear comfy shoes because there is A LOT of walking. The groups go in about 20 people along with the guide and the few volunteers that accompany the group, they make sure no one gets lost, wanders off and the likes.

The guide we had was wonderful and knew so much of the places history, she also happened to be the archivist of the place. She pointed out the rooms in which Shawshank was filmed, and gave some antidotes about some of the actors.

I took some pictures but most of them turned out blurry or hard to see. There was however one particular picture that I took in the chapel area. I wanted to get a good shot of it without other people from the group being in it. As they were all making their ways out to go onto the other part of the tour, I turned to take a picture of the room, I snapped the picture and went on. It wasn’t until the next day at home I saw the dark figure standing in the back of the room. Now mind you anyone still left in the room was behind or beside me. There was no one in that part of the room and I did not see this figure in the camera as I took it. I circled the figure for the purpose of posting. Other than that, this picture has not been manipulated in any way.

As I worked the camera, the husband was taking video, and got what is perhaps the most compelling catch of the night. We were in the area of the prisoners were held in their cells. These cells are stacked 6 high and are really not bigger than your average closet. As we approached the cell where an inmate named, James Lockhart, in cell #13 on the fourth level, took his own life by douching himself with turpentine and lighting himself on fire after having been denied parole, we stopped long enough to get a video of his cell and the sign that hangs on it.

The husband and I were at the end of the line, and the guide told everyone going in to be quiet because sometimes you can hear shuffling and whispers, so we were all going slowly but quietly.

We didn’t hear any of this as we made our way through cell area, but realized once we viewed the video, even though we didn’t hear something, doesn’t mean someone didn’t have something to say.  I think it says, “they are gone.” What do you think?

Be Wary Wary Quiet, We’re Hunting Wacoons

As we’ve previously established, I’m not really what you’d call a “country girl,” I own it because it’s true.

This was never more apparent when a sickly possibly rabid racoon came into our lives.

It started out a day pretty much like any other except for the racoon we noticed sitting on top of our mailbox, in the broad daylight looking at us like it dared us to try and remove it.

When I say this thing didn’t look good, I cant stress how much it really didn’t look good. It was snarled up, its mouth looked foamy and its fur stood on ends as if  it was oiled.

The husband had to leave for work, so I’m left here with racoon Cujo on our mailbox. Eventually he made it down and was wandering the yard and straight up the middle of the road in front of our house. This thing didn’t even move when cars came up behind it, it just kept walking, and has fate would have it, it walked back into our yard.

Since we have small dogs I didn’t want to let them out with this thing on the loose, so I think – I’ll call Ohio DNR. Yeah, they’ll come out here take this thing away and all will be right in the world again.

WRONG!

I called them and was promptly told they couldn’t send someone as the only had 1 officer for 3 counties, BUT, I did have options. Each one more horrifying than the last. . .

She goes on to tell me in Ohio its legal to:
1) “Bash it in the head, double bag them and throw it in the trash.”
2) “Shoot it in the head, double bag it and throw it in the trash.”
* both of these were a NO.
3) “Live trap it, and release to a location away from us.”
* live trap a possibly rabid animal, and re-release it? HARD NO
4) “Just leave it alone and it will go off somewhere to die.”

I politely reminded her I was “NOT Daniel Fucking Boone.. not even Elmer Fucking Fud! I’m a city girl for the love of God and I’m UNDER ATTACK!”

She wasn’t moved. Thankfully racoon Cujo was as he eventually moved on, snarling all the way.