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Tuesday, April 21, 2015


 Bobby and I went to the Phi Delta Chi crawdad supper which was held at the Commemorative Air Force hanger right outside of Abilene at the Elmdale Airport.  Bill Masters was good enough to show us around the facilities.  Mr. Masters joined the Army Air Force in 1945 when he was only 17, and he is still flying today.  I know that is what keeps him so young.   He said during WWII there were three levels of training: primary, basic and advanced.  The CAF has two of these training planes.
Mr. Masters is standing by the 1941 North American SNJ-2.  This is the advanced trainer plane with 600 horses.  It was armed and carrier qualified--this is the last plane that a pilot flew before getting into a bigger combat plane to go into battle.
Below is the 1941 basic trainer by Consolidated Vultee.   This plane had 450 horses and was not armed, but used to teach instrument flying.  A hood was placed around the pilot so all he could see were the instruments while flying with an instructor.

After we looked these planes over we went in the hanger to see a one-of-a-kind flying machine.  The plans for this little number came from France, but it was put together here in the US.  This looks like it would be scary fun to fly.
I like the old 1945 ambulance.
 The CAF members built and maintain the facilities here.  I am not sure when the name change occurred, but this used to be the Confederate Air Force.
Thanks to all the hardworking members for maintaining our proud history, and for their service to our country.

Monday, April 20, 2015


I was counting the days until I could go to a sea food supper right here in Abilene with my husband, Bobby.  He had to go  to a bid meeting in Cheyenne on Wednesday, and was scheduled to be back on Friday, so everything was going to work just fine.  Cheyenne had snow Wednesday night, but I wasn't worried.  This was just one of those spring storms and the sun would be out the next day.  NOT!  Bobby couldn't get a flight out on Friday.  I had my fingers crossed Saturday morning, and thank the Lord, he got a flight to Denver, and was #1 on standby out of Dallas to Abilene.  He made it with a few hours to spare, and we did get to go to the crawdad feed out at the Commemorative Air Force hanger.

Brianna Chesser and the gang planned the event as a fund raiser for their Texas Tech Pharmacy School fraternity.
There were all kinds of opportunities for drawings.  These students have been busy contacting businesses for donations.
Delilah brought her dog to help, and he licked her friend's face just as I took the photo.  I asked Delilah what they were going to use all this money for, and she said part of it would go to their charity, St. Jude's, and then the rest will be used for educational conferences.
I just had to get a picture of that blue eye!
There was a good crowd, and these are just a few of the participants--crawdads are sort of a novelty out here in West Texas.
Bobby Stanaland enjoying the refreshments before the supper.
The cooks are James Fountain and Craig Chesser.  Craig is over safety at the Troy Construction office in Abilene, and James has a restaurant called Oceanwide Seafood at Nellysford, Virginia.  He is also a wholesaler for other restaurants.
The weather was beautiful and the music was fine.
The food was yummy!  Thanks Phi Delta Chi; I think you need to make this an annual event.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


For some odd reason I like to visit cemeteries, and look at the dates and names, and wonder what these folks did for a living.  I wonder if they had a happy life, and if they had more successes than blunders.  People fascinate me.  Their stories fascinate me.  When I look at a year book, I want to see names, even if I don't know the person.  To me, collages in year books without names are worthless.  While I was living in New Milford, PA, I went to the cemetery for a little visit.  New Milford is in the Endless Mountains, which are not as rugged as the Rockies, but still they are steep.   For the life of me I do not know how they ever got a horse drawn hearse up the side of that mountain, but they did.
This photo does not do justice to the steep incline of the cemetery, but I do believe the incline is 35 degrees or maybe even 45 degrees.
This is a more level part of the cemetery.  I really appreciate the way they marked the veterans' graves.  Pennsylvania is so patriotic.
 This is a World War I veteran's grave.  As you can see, WW I is not on the marker anywhere, probably because no one dreamed there would be another one.  
Sadly, there was a second world war, all because of the maniacs in power in Germany, Japan,  and Italy.
The Spanish American War is commemorated with a cross.  I had forgotten that it lasted four long years.  Don't you know that was some tough fighting in the heat and humidity and mosquitoes?
There is no date on the Vietnam marker.  It is still fresh on the memories of lots of people, though.
And of course, the Civil War.  There were no CSA markers in that cemetery, only GAR, which stands for Grand Army of the Republic.
This Civil War veteran made it through the conflict and lived a long life.
I don't know if all these men were in the GAR, probably, since they died about the end of the war or a few years after.  Wouldn't you like to know their story?
Daughters of the American Revolution have their own special marker.  I did not find a marker for the Korean War but I am betting Pennsylvania has one.
Some of the tombstones are massive and last for a long time.
It is common to have the date of death and the age at death on the old headstones.  We don't know this man's birthday, but he was born in 1751, and he lived to be very old for that day and time.
Newton Hill Cemetery was right beside the Central Compressor Station fence on Turnpike Road near Montrose, PA.
Newton Hill Cemetery is a very small, country cemetery;  it almost feels private.
The most ornate headstone there belongs to the Molenko family.  I would love to know their story, where they came from, and what they did for a living.  The headstone next to it is for Theresa and Stanley Bogusinski.  Names are so fascinating for me--what nationality is Bogusinski?  I don't think they have any kin in West Texas, maybe in Montana.
This is the most intriguing of all the headstones in the Newton Hill Cemetery.  Surely this is not a joke, but why would anyone put up a marker like this?  It goes to show you that you  never can tell what you will find when you wander around in a cemetery.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015


Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my dear family.  I am doing this post because Face Book just doesn't cut it when it comes to history and pictures.  I could say lots of bad things about FB, but why should I?  I need to remember it is just a colorful chat room, and not a place for serious writing!  Anyway, I wanted to remember our "Granny" Dutton on this Irish day.  She is on the far right in the picture below, with family and the Robertsons, who were old time neighbors.  

 Margaret's parents in the Herron family Bible.
The nine Herron children--Margaret is listed as "Maggie."

Granny is actually Margaret Herron.  She was born August 22, 1882 in Donaghadee, County Down, Northern Ireland.  .  Her parents were William, and Sleana Sloan Herron.  Sleana is how her mother's name is spelled in the family Bible not Selena.  She was one of nine children; three died in childhood.  Her mother died when Margaret was eight years old.  Margaret was a gutsy girl, in my opinion.  When she was only 24 she came to the "New World".  She was the first one in her family and the first female from her town to emigrate to the United States.  On June 7, 1907 she sailed from Liverpool on the mail boat called the Virginian, and  went into Canada.  She  worked as a domestic to pay for her passage.
She came to work for the Liffitons of Lachine, Quebec for a monthly salary of $12.00 with room and board, and stayed for three and a half months until her passage was paid.  Essentially she was an indentured servant, but this was the customary procedure at the time.

Next she worked for a year for Mrs. Adams of Montreal, whose husband was a former mayor of the city.
After this, Margaret waited tables for the Fir in Toronto, and then went with Mrs. Keeler to Kansas City, Missouri.  Mr. Keeler worked for Miss Cox, a commander in the Salvation Army.  Margaret worked there for a year.  Her wages were $2.50 a week.  Granny got terribly homesick after she came to the New World.  She scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees and cried because it reminded her of how they scrubbed the floors in Ireland.  Someone told her to save her money to buy her passage back to the old country, and by that time she wouldn’t be homesick.  She started saving her money and by the time she had enough to go back to Ireland, she was fine and stayed.
In June of 1910 Margaret came to Melstone, Montana where her brother William “Butch” H. Herron had already arrived about a month before.  She worked in the dining room for Mrs. Grant, and then for Miss Rooney at the Grant Hotel.
On November 29, 1911 she married Bruce Allen Dutton in Miles City Montana.  The newlyweds went to the Gates place on the Musselshell River.  In March of 1912 they moved to the Greening Place.  In May 1912 they moved from the Greening place to Margaret’s homestead near Alice, Montana which was just a post office in a neighbor’s house (Sid and Alice Hall).
 Bruce and Margaret Dutton had seven children:
            Mary Selena, September 22, 1912, in Melstone, Montana
            Margaret Ruth, October 25, 1914, near Burgoyne at John and Bessie Fitch’s
            Bruce Allen, Jr, August 1, 1916, near Melstone at Maggie and John Dougall’s
            William Grove, July 16, 1919, in Sumatra, Montana
            Joseph Moody, August 18, 1921, at home on Margaret’s homestead in
             Garfield County
            Orson Henry, June 3, 1925, at home on Margaret’s homestead in Garfield
            Hazel Noreen, March 23, 1928, in Sumatra, Montana  
There is so much more, and I am writing it all up for a book.  Now, all you cousins need to get started on your own family book.  Thanks to Mom, we have a good bit of information about Granny.  Mom sat down and interviewed her before she died, and Mom said Granny seemed pleased that she was doing this.  Take this bit of information and get started today!  Ya' hear me?  Happy St. Patrick's Day to y'all!  

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

KM 323 at Hawley, PA September 9, 2013

Mr. Wayne Pierce had to leave the Central job near Kingsley, PA, and run another Kinder Morgan job at Hawley, PA.  Bobby and I stayed at the Central job along with Mr. Dave Theis, and Tommy Stanaland and the rest of the crew.    We took off from work to join the Hawley crew for a safety
 James Fountain, safety man, and Ron Morrison who worked in the office ordering and putting purchase orders into the system called View Point.  View Point was very similar to RSCCC that we used in the Texas schools.
 Ron Morrison, Mr. Wayne Pierce, and Bobby Stanaland (with his back to the camera).
Mr. Wayne, Alberto Perez (brown hard hat), and Bobby.
Victor Contreras, chief Bar-B-Qer, pipe foreman, hydro-tester, and just about anything else.
Cameron and Charlie Rohan, were the mechanics.  Their headquarters was the shop at Montrose.
Miss Clara Wasserman on the right was the security person at the gate.  She was always jumping up to sign trucks and pickups in and out of the job site.
Safety vests and hard hats are a requirement for all who come on the site.
Harold Hamm (straw hat), welding foreman; Bobby Stanaland (Troy cap), and Mark Prejean (blue shirt, white hard hat), welder.  Doug worked for EIU (frown helmet).   Harold is wearing his new jacket.
Troy Construction gave us all new Carhart jackets like Harold is wearing for a safe productive job.
The guys were pretty proud of these jackets, and I am proud of mine.
Here is the crew.
The only people I know here are Wes Ussery (second from left, back row), and Jorge Ardila, who worked in the office and is a crane operator (third row, brown hard hat).
I do not know a soul in this picture except Jorge back row, far left.
More Troy men.  Efrain Zavala kneeling and wearing a blue do-rag.
 Antioco Lopez (middle row, mustache, black shirt), Harold Ham (straw hat),  Efrain Zavala bottom left with blue do-rag.
 Miss Clara Wasserman is middle row, far right with no hard hat.  Doug, with EIU, bottom far right.
 Adrian Potillo is next to Doug (brown hard hat), Bobby Stanaland is behind Miss Clara.
Bobby (back row, far left), Adrian Portillo bottom left, no hard hat (his wife, Kelly, was the clerk at North East when I worked at Snake Creek).  Alberto Perez, middle row with brown hard hat, and next to him is Victor Contreras.
 Ms. Brenda Pierce, clerk, and Mr. Wayne Pierce (yellow shirt) superintendent.  As of today they are retired from the construction business.
 Mr. Christopher Dreyton, safety, and James Fountain, safety.  I got to work with Drey at Snake Creek and at Central.  He is a very smart and interesting man.
My husband, Bobby, and my dear friend Miss Clara Wasserman.  It was a nice warm day--too warm for Carharts, but we will get plenty of opportunities to wear them later.  The guys and gals enjoy a nice Bar-B-Q and they deserve it for working so hard and doing it safely.