Queen Elizabeth's Encounter

 

How could anybody out walking (in England) come upon this face and not recognize her? Well, according to a cute story I found said it happened in 2005 and I share it with you for your reading pleasure:

Richard Griffin, a former royal protection officer, shared this anecdote about a time when he and Queen Elizabeth met two American hikers who did not recognize her while walking near the Balmoral Estate in Scotland.  The Queen was dressed in typical off-duty attire and was not immediately recognized.

One of the hikers spoke with the Queen, sharing their travel plans. When asked where she lived, the Queen mentioned living in London but having a holiday home "just the other side of the hills."

Upon learning that she had been visiting the area for over 80 years, the hiker asked if she had ever met the Queen. She responded that she hadn't, but that "Dick here meets her regularly." 

The tourist then asked Griffin what the Queen was like and Griffin jokingly described her.

The hiker asked the Queen to take a photo of him with Griffin. After she did, they switched and Griffin took a photo of the tourists with the Queen.

As they parted ways, the Queen reportedly expressed her amusement at the thought of the hikers discovering her identity later.

Can you imagine the hikers' astonishment when they showed off their photos to friends??

Question of the day: Why do so many Americans have such great interest in British royalty? 

Knickers In A Twist

 

Ever heard the phrase "Don't get your knickers in a knot?" I've used it myself when a friend is worried over something trivial. What were knickers? In a word, they were old English underpants..... see the image and notice the split in the middle????

I'm not dwelling further in English underwear, but on British slang. Found a fun little book, Dictionary of British Slang, by Jonathan Bernstein, 2006:

    bunk off --  to play hooky

    do a runner --  leave a cafe without paying

    wobbly  --  refers to somebody untrustworthy

    the trouser department  --  referring to male genitals

    braces  --  suspenders

    glossies  --  magazines

    corker  --  an enthusiastic opinion

    panda car  --  small police car

    gammy  --  the injured part of the body

    twit  --  idiotic behavior

    paddy  --  catchall term for Irishmen

    poxy  --  most unpleasant

    number plate  --  car license plate

    dustman  --  garbage collector

    lollipopman  --  crossing guard

    brolly  --  umbrella

    that takes the biscuit  --  that beats anything I've ever heard

    tickety boo  --  everything's going great

Please feel free to employ any of these in your daily dialogs. 

Chief Kamiakin's Skull

 "Although the famous Yakama chief, Kamiakin (1800-1877) was born near Starbuck, in Columbia County, and lived the largest part of his adult life in the Yakima Valley, he spent his last 17 years in the Palouse. In fact, he is one of Whitman County's most famous residents, if not THE most famous. Washington schools, streets, parks, a butte and a creek bear his name. Sadly, the desecration of his gravesite near Rock Lake and the theft of his skull are an appalling episode in the final chapter of Kamiakin's life." 

So began an article in a 2019 edition of the Bunchgrass Historian, publication of the Whitman County Historical Society in Colfax. The rest of the article, the rest of the story, is a grizzly one.

In the 1870's, fossil and relic hunters plagued the midwest seeking museum specimens to sell. In 1878, some of these rascals were in Eastern Washington and  learned that Chief Kamiakin had been buried nearby the previous year. One of these men were later quoted as having said, "the old chief's head would look good in the Smithsonian." 

"Shortly later, a group of Kamiakin's relatives discovered that the chief's grave had been desecrated and that the head and shoulders were missing. His enraged family reburied his remains in a secret location, reportedly on the other side of Rock Lake."

"For 70 years the culprits' identities were unknown. In 1948 a son of one of those culprits came forward with details of the crime. Under cover of darkness, the men had ....... unearthed Kamiakin's body. One then removed the head and placed  it in a burlap sack, saying that he needed to 'make certain measurements.' It was never seen again, at least not by anyone willing to disclose its whereabouts."

"In all probability, the skull of Chief Kamiakin will never be found. Meanwhile, the theft of his skull and the desecration of his grave continue to provoke justifiable outrage, particularly among Kamiakin's descendants and among members of the Colville and Yakama Confederated Tribes." 

How did this story make you feel? 

Pickle Jars

 

I'd be willing to bet that I'm not the only one who loves poking around old abandoned homesites, barns and even thrift shops looking for "treasurers." I say that in quotes because we are looking for interesting things, not necessarily valuable things. How many of you are with me here?

Recently I found a jar just like this one. Embossed on the bottom were these words:  H.J. Heinz Co. 381. WELL! Knowing Grandma Google can find most anything, I asked her about this jar......and here's what I learned.

"Vintage H.J. Heinz Co. glass jars, often embossed with identification numbers on the base like 305, 381, or others, are collectible condiment containers from the late 19th to mid-20th centuries. These jars typically held relish, mustard or pickles, featuring early clear glass to showcase product quality."

That's late 1800s to mid-1900s, so perhaps I have a very old jar! What am I going to do with it? Fill it will marbles and set it on a shelf to be admired. 

My point with this post is this: when you're poking around old abandoned homesites, barns, thrift stores and even boxes of "old family things" in your basement or garage, don't just toss some rather plebian items (like a pickle jar) for it just might have been held by your ancestors' hands. 

Revolutionary Roots

 

I surely do hope you're registered for the EWGS Spring Seminar with focus on Revolutionary War research. This will be a 3-lecture, all day (with lunch) learning day...... and EWGS will furnish two 4-page handouts: Researching Patriot Roots and Researching Loyalist Roots to all registrants!!  FREE!! 

The aim of the day is to discover the stories of our Patriot ancestors in the American Revolution....those who fought for independence, freedom and unity. You'll also discover the remarkable stories of Loyalists ...... ancestors who upheld allegiance to the Crown amid turmoil and change. These handouts, offered by American Ancestors (formerly The New England Historic Genealogical Society), will be your printed roadmap to success.

Today's Priceless Tip:  Click to www.revolutionaryroots.AmericanAncestors.org. There you will find a long list of free handouts for researching the various aspects of research in this period of history. 

Parable of the Hot Dog

 

Henry was a skinny, sallow fellow who ate nothing but hot dogs.

He craved these meaty tubes morning, noon and night. He ate them with or without buns, relish, onions, beans or condiments. He ate them with scrambled eggs for breakfast. He occasionally chewed them raw from the package. 

Loving family and friends tried to convince Henry that a hot dog diet was not healthy. Henry ignored them.

Eventually, Henry's body revolted. His arms and legs swelled like those balloon dogs. His torso became an elongated chubby tube. The chemicals in those hot dogs rotted his teeth, elevated his blood sugar and blood pressure, blurred his vision, sapped his memory, constipated him and magnified his arthritis.

In short, Henry became what he craved above all else. Henry became a hot dog.

Moral of the story: We do become what we crave, what we do and certainly what we eat. And April Fool's to you!!

Postcards Tell Stories

 

My husband's ancestors came west from Troup County, Georgia. Imagine my delight to come upon a book of old historic postcards of that county! Arcadia Publishing, in business for decades, offers affordable small books on hundreds and places in America and offers many similar books of historic postcards from some areas.

Old historic postcards are about the only way we'll ever get to "see" what the place was like where our ancestors lived. 

Another place to search for old postcard images is the Newberry Library in Chicago. Their historic postcard collection numbers over 500,000 with nearly 8000 of places in Washington State.... this one states A Trainload of Pears, postmarked Walla Walla.  

Ask Google for "websites for historical postcards," and you'll have a full day's fun! One such site mentioned is eBay.... this one (below) you can order from the seller for $12. (It's the Spokane Club,1915.)