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I’ve always loved the month of June, and still do.  Despite the brilliance of beauty, and new growth that accompanies the month’s arrival, I am always reminded of key loved ones in my life who are no longer with us. Aside from my mother, these four individuals, two uncles, and both grandparents, were major forces in my life, the three men often serving as “dads” in my life.

June 3rd, 2004 – Grandpa Leroy (Leroy Barmes)

June 8th, 1987 – Uncle Ron (Ronald Barmes)

June 27th, 1992 – Grandma Donna (Donna M. Clary – Barmes)

June 29th, 2002 – Uncle Garry (Garry Jolliffe)

But, soon after the rain comes the sun’s brilliant shining once again.  The reminders of these tender days often become a reflection of what these four gave me, the lessons they taught, the light they shared.  I was, indeed, blessed to have had two of the best grandparents, and two of the very best uncles.  Though they are no longer physically present in my world, I am assured that their winged-souls hover near, often reminding me that “they never truly leave us.”

May choirs of angels continue to sing each of you to your eternal rest….

Remembering my uncle, Garry Jolliff, one of my first childhood heroes (1944-2002) who passed away 10 years ago, tomorrow.

Uncle Garry fought in Vietnam, and was severely wounded. Indiana’s US Senator, Birch Bayh, finally succeeded in having Uncle Garry removed from the battlefield where he was left for quite some time. He recovered (or so we thought), and returned to the battlefield. Upon his return, shrapnel was discovered lodged near his spine, and despite countless lengthy surgeries, it could not completely be removed. Before he was even 30, the paralysis had begun, eventually consuming the brave soldier who then became the brave civilian, ravaging a battle against our government that would finally compensate other Vietnam veterans their disability. If I remember correctly, Uncle Gary, paralyzed from the neck down, was only receiving 10% disability!

While Uncle Garry was in Vietnam, we often recorded messages to him on a tape machine to send him. After listening to our messages, he would record for us. Those were exciting times in my childhood, and even more so when he returned home from the battlefield.

While vacationing in Washington, DC, in August 1969, we were seated around a fountain, soaking our tired feet in the cool water very near The Reflecting Pool near the Lincoln Memorial. A group of soldiers appeared, and thinking Uncle Garry might be in the mass of khaki, I excitedly stood to search for him, unaware that the slimy floor of the angled bottom would pull me underwater. My father grabbed me by the shirt, probably saving me from drowning, or experiencing near-drowning.

He was a wonderful uncle, and one who often filled in for his older brother as another dad in my youth. Some of my most fun weekend trips – Reds games, Kings Island, Indiana Beach, fishing, boating – were spent with him!

Rest in peace, Dear Uncle, and may the choirs of angels continue to sing thee to thy rest…

The gentle, cool breeze drifting across the deck is a sly mistress to the impending heat of 100+ degrees that is to arrive shortly. The windows are open for one last breath of fresh air before The Haasienda goes on A/C lockdown. The humidity is attempting to wrestle its way in with the breeze.

In the front yard while watering this morning, a bright yellow Mary Todd day lily greeted me.  This bloom is from a second of four plants, and it has a number of anthers surrounding it.

I prepared an omelet this morning with some left-over steak from last night, and a few tea spoons of Bisquik mixed in with the eggs.  Wow!  One of the best omelets I’ve ever made.

Quintin traveled to Fairfield, Ohio last night with Shawnee Breitenstein, her son, Patrick, who is one of my students, and one of Quintin’s godparents, Aaron Jacobs. They ventured South to see a DCI (Drum Corps International) competition, slating several fine ensembles to battle it out. Quintin had never seen a drum & bugle corps, save what I’ve shown him on You Tube.  He returned home with no comments, and a few of my questions received simple answers.  Hopefully, today, he will be more talkative.

Last night I discovered a note on my Facebook business page from one of the Drama-Keepers who doesn’t seem to know where her life stops, and mine begins. The other pests raised their voice of concern, and admonition, yet I am sure their one off-spring has failed to report to the parental units that they attempted to “friend me” recently on Twitter, and several months ago on Facebook. The individual expressed that I was to steer clear of them, yet, they are the ones stalking me via this blog, or attempting to “friend me” on social sites when they led the charge last fall to de-friend me.  The fierce-talking ogre needs to stop pushing  weight around with me, and keep his own line in check to make sure they leave me – and my family – alone.

Last week, someone decided to post something regarding a visit with me that was quite untrue.  However, the Drama-Committee, that enjoys serenading me in their Christian-covered guises, took the person’s claim at face-value, and chimed in. The one Drama Queen, who has high levels of nutty toxicity and wrote me the note last night, even went so far as to post about me on her Facebook page. I can remember this neurotic mess sitting in my living room and telling her son, “there are always two sides to a situation, and S__, don’t you get involved unless you know both sides.” Clearly, she’s forgotten the instructions she insisted her son follow.

These sad individuals will always dine at the drama buffet, pretending to be the hands and feet of Christ, yet, in reality, they are merely drama-excrement.  While I am going about my business, they will always continue to be “hidden stirrers” because it is the only way they know how to attempt to burrow beyond their holes of imprisonment.

Que sera… sera…

Tonight, I will teach two make-up lessons, and then will only have one day of teaching until Monday, June 9th!  My free time to write, and accomplish a few household chores.  Our friend, Snickers, will come to stay with us for a week while his family retreats to a Canadian island for a much needed break.

“You know, if you’re going to stalk someone, you should be less obvious. For starters, try not to standing in the middle of a field, gawking at your prey.”  – Kristin WalkerA Match Made in High School

Most soulish believers assume an attitude of self-righteousness, though often it is scarcely detectable. They hold tenaciously to their minute opinions we ought to lay aside the small differences and pursue the common objective. Watchman Nee

Friday’s fun adventures in Indiana seemed to continue through yesterday, and perhaps, today.  It is so nice having Quintin home, and it feels so good to be laughing (out loud) at the things he says.

Saturday morning, I hurried up to ACTION Adoption to take photographs of the remodeling project, and then decided, at the last minute, to visit Wegerzyn Gardens – Five Rivers MetroPark.  If you live in The Miami Valley, this is something you really need to visit. Had I not been so anxious to get to the pow wow, I would have stayed longer.

Darin’s photos of Wegerzyn Gardens

At Noon, Quintin and I headed four miles over to SunWatch Indian Village: Darin’s previous blog entry & photos. It was a fantastic time, and Quintin seemed to enjoy himself.  In the 18 months he has been here, he has not been very communicative about his heritage. However, the past several months he has been more open. At the pow wow, I asked him questions, and he seemed eager to share responses, and offer more information.

We returned home to let the dogs out.  Abby Tarlano is staying with us this week, and she is always such a nice blend to The Haasienda.

By 7:00pm we were en route to the Dayton Mall area to watch DARK SHADOWS. I had heard/read mixed reviews, but Quintin and I, both, enjoyed the movie. Afterward, we hit Applebees for a late dinner.

There are no plans on the docket today, and I will wait to see what Quinny wants to do.

“The self-righteous never apologize.” – Leonard Ravenhill

I took about 30 minutes to stroll through Wegerzyn Gardens on Siebenthaler in North Dayton.  Such a beautiful, tranquil setting!

If you live in The Miami Valley, go visit this place!

If you have guests visiting, take them there!

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This afternoon we ventured a few miles over to SunWatch Indian Village to enjoy a traditional pow wow sponsored by The Miami Valley Council for Native Americans. What a neat afternoon. A modern pow wow is a specific type of event where both Native American and non-Native American people meet to dance, sing, socialize, and honor American Indian culture.

As a child, we often traveled down to the Great Smokey Mountains and paid a visit to Cherokee, North Carolina’s reservation. I was always enthralled with the ceremonies shared by the Cherokee tribe, and loved receiving one of those stretched-rubber tom-toms and headdress, as well as leather moccasins from one of the local stores.

Since his arrival, Quintin has been slow to offer information regarding life on the reservation, or shed any light on his Navajo heritage.  The past few months he has volunteered a few shreds of information.  As we drove the several miles to SunWatch Indian Village, Quintin did comment, “I hope they have fry bread. My grandma use to make it and it is so good.”  This was not the first time he mentioned frybread, and how much he loved eating it.

After watching a number of ceremonial dances we decided to grab something to eat, and sure enough, there was a booth with frybread (several booths, actually).  We first got bread with honey, and it was delicious. Later we got the frybread tacos – wow!  That hit the spot.

It was really a wonderful afternoon, and as it turned out, Quintin was not the only Navajo Indian present. One of the flutists was from the Navajo reservation, and Quinny was really taken with his music.

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Approximately 40 years ago, my grandparents took me to Indianapolis to visit the Indiana War Memorial, and we rode an elevator to the top of The Soldiers & Sailors Monument‘s observation deck.

Today, with just fifteen minutes to spare, Quintin and I traveled to the monument’s deck, and took in the sites of Indianapolis, one of my favorite cities since childhood. Since I am approximately the same age as my grandparents when they took me to the monument, I decided that we should descend the monument via the very long staircase as my grandparents and I did so long ago.

It was nice to retrace steps of a fond memory involving two of my favorite folks.

Before leaving the city, Quintin and I dined at Shapiro’s Deli, one of my favorite haunts when visiting the city.

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Quintin and I left the Indianapolis Zoo a little after 3:00pm, and headed over to Delaware Street to the Home of President Benjamin Harrison, our nation’s 23rd president who was an Indiana citizen.

This was my third visit to the Home of President Benjamin Harrison, and his wife, Caroline Scott Harrison. Our docent, Bob, was very good, and very thorough with the right balance of information. What I appreciated most was that he did not editorialize by offering his opinion as so many guides do, especially those associated with the National Park Service at the Lincoln home in Springfield, Illinois. The tour was, to me, one of the best I’ve attended in years.

Benjamin Harrison was born on his father’s farm in North Bend, Ohio, and moved to Indianapolis when he was 21.  Benjamin’s great-grandfather signed the Declaration of Independence, and his grandfather, William Henry Harrison was our 9th president; his father represented Ohio in the US House of Representatives. Benjamin Harrison, prior to assuming the presidency, was a distinguished officer in the Civil War, and a United States Senator.

 Please follow the link to more information on this president’s life, and public service; Harrison’s contributions are sorely overlooked, and underestimated.

The Harrison Home history was quite fascinating, as outlined by Bob. I felt I learned more about the house, the man, and the family on this tour than on my previous two.  I am convinced, after today’s tour, President Harrison’s home is right at the top of the list of presidential homes due to the tremendous amount of authentic items within the home. Bob presented a superb picture of Benjamin Harrison, the man, without embellishment, or suggestions of sainthood. And, I learned that one of Harrison’s granddaughters is still living!  How neat is that?

On the third floor, in what was once a ballroom, is a collection of political memorabilia, with a very nice tribute to Wendell L. Willkie who was born, and raised in my home town of Elwood, Indiana.  Willkie, a Republican living in Rushville, Indiana, ran against incumbent Franklin Roosevelt in the 1940 presidential election. I was quite proud of my hometown-roots connection to this man, and grateful to the Harrison home staff for establishing a prominent display in the museum.

The City of Indianapolis should be very proud of this historical gem!  As a native Hoosier, I am quite taken with this connection to one of our celebrated state-citizens.

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I left Dayton at 8:05am, and arrived in Indianapolis at 9:45am.  Destin had let me know they arrived much earlier than their anticipated 10:00am arrival.  I had memorized my exits, streets, and turns, and replied I would be there right at 10:00am as discussed earlier in the week.

Well…

The exits were not available due to construction, or just not there as noted on Google Maps.

After four stops to request directions, one from a police officer who worked in a completely different neighborhood, I found myself no closer to the zoo. In fact, the officer’s directions took me in a complete circle.  I was getting a bit frustrated, and agitated. Finally, I decided to head downtown toward Washington Street since I knew exactly where it was, and ignore all the previous instructions directing me to the street.  Within a few minutes, I was pulling into the zoo’s parking lot. However, once in the zoo, I could not locate the family’s location because there were no markers directing visitors to the various areas, and the map simply was not clear. I was not impressed with this portion of the zoo visit.

Before long, I was hugging Quintin, who I had not seen in two weeks, and my beautiful niece and nephews. My grumpiness and tension headache began subsiding.

We had a delightful three to four hours at the zoo, and of course, I had my camera.

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This was Suzanne’s desert at dinner tonight. Suzanne, Aaron and I had a great dinner at The Cheesecake Factory.

I’ve always found it interesting that some of my friends who push Bible quotes the most are the least likely to apply the thought behind the quote.  They, do, however, stress that others follow the rules laid out in scripture.

This one has always been the one I see as the most violated:

MATTHEW 7…

“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

There are several women, no longer those with whom I elect to associate (they do some really cruel things to others, and are extremely judgmental), who seem to use their religion to conceal their self-righteous attitudes.  While still friends with them I was observing a number of behaviors that seemed to be in conflict with what they preached to others, especially their children. In some ways it is very sad because one woman deals with emotional issues, while the other battles extreme weight.  I guess I thought this would lead them to be more compassionate, yet, it has worked just the opposite for them.

Both individuals believe it is their duty to solve everyone else’s problems, or point out what others are doing wrong (in their eyes). Quite often, they do not even know the truth about situations, only what they are told, or especially, what they wish to believe.

I doubt they will ever cease these common behaviors as they always must control situations, and others, while continually attempting to mask their true agendas. Both women have left several churches when it becomes clear other parishioners, even church staff, are not going to oblige their soft-shelled bullying. And these women definitely are bullies.

Thankfully, even as college students and teenagers, their own children are not as devious. However, they are being trained by good masters…

Carillon Park Rail Festival!
2012 Rail Festival Appraisal Day at Carillon Park!

Enter to win
Antiques Roadshow Tickets!

Come to Carillon Historical Park to purchase your raffle tickets and enter for a chance to win 2 tickets to
Antiques Roadshow in Cincinnati, Ohio on July 21, 2012.

Raffle tickets will be sold at Carillon Historical Park starting
today and ending at 5:00pm July 5, 2012. We will draw a winner on July 6 and contact the winner so they can pickup their tickets.
For more information, please contact Amanda Pond at apond@daytonhistory.org or 937.293.2841 ext. 126.

$5 for 1 ticket or $20 for 5 tickets

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Culp’s Café Open for breakfast!
New Hours

Open Saturday, Sunday, and Monday
breakfast & lunch
7:30am – 3:00pm

Open Tuesday – Friday
lunch
11:00am – 3:00pm
937.299.2277

New Exhibits!

Civil War Voices

Wilbur Wright…
A Life of Consequence

Make sure you stop in to enjoy our two new exhibits located in the Kenneth Quinter Family Special Exhibition Gallery.

Upcoming Events!

Antique Appraisal Day
June 21, 2012
11:00am – 3:00pm

Rail Festival
June 23 & 24, 2012
Sat., 9:30am – 5:00pm
Sun., 12:00pm – 4:00pm

Settler Survival Camp
June 18-22, 2012
9:00am – 4:00pm

July 20-22, 2012
Fri., 7:30pm showtime
Sat., 7:30pm showtime
Sun., 3:00pm showtime

Flight by Night
Overnight Program
July 13 & 14, 2012
6:00pm – 8:00am

Carillon Concert
July 15, 2012
3:00pm

Settler Survival Camp
July 16-20, 2012
9:00am – 4:00pm

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It’s been a quiet, relaxing day.

Some of the commercials and cards indicate, through artwork, that dads should be relaxing, eating breakfast in bed, and doing whatever pleases them.

I woke early, and by 8:00am, was busy creating more wooden barriers for the backyard to protect plants, mainly my hosta field. The plan originated around 6:00pm the previous evening, and I completed a front row of short fencing to guard the hosta field. However, I had enough wood left over that I created a complete barrier, and a free-standing fence for one of my other plants that Navi seems to favor.  I also purchased a large tub to plant flowers, and transplant some items growing poorly in other areas of the yard.

Following a shower, and some attention to a nice blister on the palm of my hand, I devoured my lunch, did some odds and ends around the house, and took, what I thought would be an hour long nap… sadly, I slept 2 additional hours.  I was hoping to head down to Carillon Park to hear the summer band comprised of high school students.

Upon waking I was disappointed that the much promised, much needed rain, had not arrived.  Within twelve minutes, the skies broke loose with a short, torrential soaking!  The air is crisp, and clean smelling, and the cool breeze maintains a constant “ssshhhhh” as the leaves dance along with the accompaniment of the wind chimes on my deck.

I don’t believe the evening will be anything exciting. Quintin continues to have a great time with our family in Fowler, Indiana, and will return Friday.

Happy Father’s Day to all those who have served as role models, and inspired me throughout the years.

More work in the back yard.  Built some barriers to keep the dogs from destroying some of my plants, and especially, the hosta field.

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Win tickets to Antiques Roadshow!
Enter to win
Antiques Roadshow Tickets!

Come to Carillon Historical Park to purchase your raffle tickets and enter for a chance to win 2 tickets to
Antiques Roadshow in Cincinnati, Ohio on July 21, 2012.

Raffle tickets will be sold at Carillon Historical Park starting
today and ending at 5:00pm July 5, 2012. We will draw a winner on July 6 and contact the winner so they can pickup their tickets.
For more information, please contact Amanda Pond at apond@daytonhistory.org or 937.293.2841 ext. 126.

$5 for 1 ticket or $20 for 5 tickets


Appraisal Day at Carillon Park!

Looking for a unique gift for Father’s Day?
Give a gift that lasts all year by purchasing a Dayton History membership! Membership entitles you to many benefits including free access to Carillon Historical Park, the Patterson Homestead and the Paul Laurence Dunbar House, as well as discounts and free admission to several other events and programs.

For membership level options and details about the benefits
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Culp’s Café Open for breakfast!
New Hours

Open Saturday, Sunday, and Monday
breakfast & lunch
7:30am – 3:00pm

Open Tuesday – Friday
lunch
11:00am – 3:00pm
937.299.2277

Upcoming Events!

Antique Appraisal Day
June 21, 2012
11:00am – 3:00pm

Rail Festival
June 23 & 24, 2012
Sat., 9:30am – 5:00pm
Sun., 12:00pm – 4:00pm

Settler Survival Camp
June 18-22, 2012
9:00am – 4:00pm

Old Case Files
July 20-22, 2012
Fri., 7:30pm showtime
Sat., 7:30pm showtime
Sun., 3:00pm showtime

Flight by Night
Overnight Program
July 13 & 14, 2012
6:00pm – 8:00am

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My Mary Todd daylily is set to bloom, again, and I suspect tomorrow will be the day.  I am so pleased with the look of the yard.  Some work to do around the fire pit, but for now, it feels very comfortable.

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Hi Darin, Cityfolk is getting close!

Our CityFolk starts on June 29 and they need some volunteers!

AND THINGS GOING ON
Summer Adult & Teen Evening Pottery Classes

510 E. Third St.; Thursday, 6-8 p.m.

Join them for 6 weeks of summer pottery class for teens and adults with ceramic artist Lauren Gruber. Class will accommodate all levels of potters. Call to register and for cost. 461-5149.
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Todd’s Toast for Oak Tree Corner

America’s Packard Museum,

420 S. Ludlow St.; Thursday, 6-9 p.m.
Enjoy amazing food and wine in Todd Nikolai’s honor as we raise funds to show appreciation for Oak Tree Corner (a nonprofit organization providing grief support for children and teens). A live performance by The Eric Jerardi Band and a silent wine auction (including rare wines) will be highlights of the evening. $30 at the door.
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Friday at 8:00pm the Stivers Jazz Orchestra with Derrick Gardner are performing. This is at Stivers School for the Arts.

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This Huber Hgts house sits on 1-1/2 acres that incorporate woodland gardens in which grow 6,000+ hostas, wildflowers, daylilies — all planted and cared for by the previous owner, an avid gardener/grower.

Now the new owner intends to replace all this with trees and bushes and is offering all of it for FREE. You just need to dig plants yourself and have lots of containers to haul off all the treasures you find.

Times & Hours: Every day, 9:00am to 3:30pm

Location: Huber Heights, south of I-70, west of Rt. 202 (Old Troy Pike), [via Johannsen Ave., Dial Dr., Lincrest Pl.]

Contact: Sandy Kenney 937-307-7956

Note: Sandy is working hard to fix up the place and would appreciate a call to confirm when you expect to arrive.

Reminder: This is a U-Dig-‘Em… bring your own shovels & containers.

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Twilight Concerts at the DAI

Gem City Chorus, Dayton Guitar Trio & Alexandria Duet

June 14 2012

The DAI annual Summer Twilight Concerts kick off on June 14 with the Gem City Chorus, Dayton Guitar Trio and Alexandria Duet (classical guitar and violin). Twilight Concerts take place on select Thursdays during June, July and August.

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Dayton Peace

Building the Circle of Peace

Children’s Summer Peace Camp, Dayton International Peace Museum, June 18-21, 2012, Inviting all children ages 3 through grade 6 to come to Summer Peace Camp each day from June 18 – June 21(Monday through Thursday) from 9:00 AM til noon! Join us in “Building the Circle of Peace” every day with stories, games, crafts, snacks and music and dance!

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DeWeese Ridgecrest Neighborhood Showcases Eight Gardens

Waterfalls, ponds and garden trains are some of the amazing features on the third DeWeese Ridgecrest Civic Association Garden Showcase on Saturday, June 16th from 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. Eight gardens in the DeWeese Ridgecrest neighborhood are on the tour which will be held rain or shine.

On the day of the tour tickets can be purchased at the tour table at Wegerzyn Gardens MetroPark, 1301 East Siebenthaler Avenue or at the Starnes-Serrer garden at 3451 Ridge Avenue, Dayton, OH, 45414. Visitors may drive, bike or walk from garden to garden.

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Tire 2We’re Working to Make the Dayton Tire Site Beautiful!

Community members and families are invited to plant wildflowers at the Dayton Tire Site so we can continue to transform this vacant lot into a beautiful prairie together! 2342 W. Riverview Ave. Dayton 45402. Saturday, June 23, 2012, 9:00a.m. – 12:00 p.m. COMPLIMENTARY LUNCH PROVIDED

Pre-registration is required. Please contact Nina Lapitan at (937) 890-7360, ext. 14 ornlapitan@audubon.org

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Exhibit: Limitless View, Dayton Visual Arts Center (DVAC), 118 N. Jefferson St.; 11 a.m.-6 p.m., Tuesday-Saturday. In Limitless View, Stefan Chinov and Craig Lloyd explore divergent methods of understanding and re-thinking limitless landscapes-both real and imagined. Primarily a sculptor and draftsman, Stefan Chinov’s new work was inspired by his recent residency on the bases of Antarctica. Craig Lloyd’s paintings of landscapes in central and southern Ohio and northern Kentucky capture the sensation of stopping to take in the view.

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Women Jazz

Michelob Women In Jazz

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Ride the River Rentals, RiverScape MetroPark;

111 E. Monument Ave.; 11 a.m.-8 p.m. Saturdays & Sundays, 1-8 p.m. holidays. Kayak rentals Saturdays only, 11 a.m.-4 p.m., Whether you want to be on the river or riding alongside it, bikes and roller blades are available for rental at Ride the River Rentals on weekends and holidays Memorial Day weekend through Labor Day weekend. A variety of bicycles are available as well as a host of child attachments. Rollerblades are also available. Kayak rentals, provided by Whitewater Warehouse, will be available Saturdays from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.

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On Sunday from 11:00 to 3 check out the Garden Station Community Garden and Art Park, at Fourth St. & Wayne Ave. The Sunday Market features local urban farmers, artists, and live music. Go to facebook and find GardenStation

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Culps

Culp’s Cafe serving breakfast on Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays from 7:30am to 3:00pm. This is at the Carillion Historical Park.

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Band Geeks

Band Geeks at The Human Race
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WICKED…..back by popular demand!

If you’re coming to see WICKED at the Schuster Center, be sure to check out all of there is to see and do in downtown Dayton! More than a dozen downtown businesses are offering special discounts, menu items and other specials. Wicked Deals Downtown.

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road….to Dayton!!!!

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MCOFuture Open Public Forum #3

Sinclair Community College Ponitz Center, Building 12, 444 W. Third St.; 5-7 p.m., Tuesday, June19.

Everyone has something to say about taxes and government services. Now is the time to share your thoughts and help plan Montgomery County’s future. Are you concerned about public services, taxes and how we’ll pay for them in the future? Montgomery County invites you to join a vital discussion on our basic infrastructure, on-demand, quality of life and safety net services. A lot of good things are happening here, but real challenges remain. How we pay for services in the future is one of them.

GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT
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DLM DASH 5K June 24th @ 8:30amUp And Running Dayton

Join us for the 3rd annual DLM Dash 5K Run/Walk presented by Up and Running and Dorothy Lane Market. The proceeds from the race benefit the Dayton Food Bank. Race registration at Up and Running or Dorothy Lane Market. For details and registration info click HERE!

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Antique Appraisal Day At The Carillon Park!
Garth’s Auctioneers & Appraisers lecture and appraisals on June 21st from 11:00am to 3:00pm. Look in your attic, garage, and storage for antiques, collectibles, furniture, folk art, oriental rugs, porcelain, and more to find out the value of your items.

Appraisals and Lecture start at 11:00am

Tour historical exhibits and buildings at Carillon Historical Park, BBQ lunch available by Culp’s Café
Admission: FREE for Dayton History Members

$5 for Non-Members
Appraisals:

$5 per appraised item (3 item limit per person)
Walk-Ins Welcome! Reservations Preferred!

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Black Box

The Dayton Black Box Improv Theater will be opening pretty soon!

The Dayton Black Box Improv Facebook

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Celebrating Success, Unity and Diversity in the Dayton Region! June 28th, Therapy Cafe, 452 East 3rd Street Dayton, 5:30 PM to 8:30 PM
Admission: Free!
Free Booth Space Available Call 937-671-9620 or send email to aleroywhite@hotmail.com to Reserve
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Arthur O’Shaughnessy

Ode from his book Music and Moonlight (1874):

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

At 9:30am, after playing Father Noah to the three dogs, and Quintin, the car was loaded of its passengers and we departed Kettering fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.

Chief was only ill once, and the pups seemed to do slightly better.  We stopped outside Zionsville for gas, food, and a puppy potty break.

Since we were arriving at the critical nap time for the nephews and niece, we decided to stop at Tippencanoe Battlefield historical site.  Quintin, my Navajo son, asked, “What happened here?”  I casually said, “An Indian massacre.”  Quintin pretended to dodge bullets.

We enjoyed a few minutes inside the welcome center’s gift shop, and then grabbed the dogs for a nice hike around the site.

The dogs were so excited by all the new smells, and the new sights. Flyer, though blind for a year now, does remarkably well, and seems to have the same wonderful spirit she’s always possessed. We met a couple from Noblesville who chatted with us for a while, and they were so impressed with the behavior of all three dogs.  The man said his dog went through four different training classes and still could not fetch.

The hike runs parallel to a stream, and the shady path and coolness from the water was refreshing.  In the 1830’s an Artesan spring was discovered, and it still runs today.  The dogs loved lapping up the cold water.

We arrived at Mother’s new house, fed the dogs, and tied them up to the surrounding trees.  Destin arrived for a short while. I ended up falling asleep for at least an hour while Quintin and Mother chatted away.  He played his guitar for Grandma.

We dined at Destin & Stacia’s, and Stacia’s mother, Norma, joined us.  After dinner we spent time on the deck, in the yard, and all over the property. The pups were better behaved on this trip!

Quintin and I went for a drive through Fowler, hoping to catch the final touches of the setting sun, but my camera’s battery died. Before leaving, I asked Navi and Chief if they would like to ride in the car with us, and they both hurdled themselves into the car.

It is now 11:00pm, and the house is silent.  My eye lids are heavy, and I am ready to sleep.

A short while ago, I saw this item on Facebook:

Several times I had pondered the purpose of, not only the megachurches, but the enormous, elaborate cathedrals and churches all around the world.  Along one route I use to drive when returning to Central Indiana, there was a fairly large church that looked more like my Uncle Danny’s aluminum barn – it was nothing fancy. The sign out front always indicated some type of mission work, or events for the community.

For the past thirty minutes, I’ve pondered the issue of the megachurch.  Do we build tall cathedrals in the manner of Babel’s tower – to get closer to God?

As I briefly researched opposing sides, one thought was: “Imagine how many more things could be accomplished for those in need, or to simply be of service to others if we didn’t invest so much funding into the buildings, and all the trappings.”

Interesting.

I started thinking about Jesus.  According to at least one passage in The Bible, this was Jesus’ megachurch:

If we did not build cathedrals, large churches, megachurches, or go on mission trips to Honduras and other places, is there more we could do to live a Christ-centered life?

Could our churches, when not in use throughout the week, be used at night to provide shelter for those who do not have shelter?

How do our megachurches, our cathedrals, our mission-vacations make us better Christians if we are not living a service-driven life?

I have never been a big fan of youth mission trips that go abroad to other countries.  Sometimes, I am a bit agitated, even incensed, when our government rushes out to help other countries feed their hungry when we have our own right here at home.

On a popular news-debate program several years ago, one congressman said, “The churches should really take care of the unfortunate ones – the hungry, the homeless, and needy in other areas.”  Yet, as the program host countered, “Why do you approve of our government spending millions our tax dollars to aide the hungry of other nations? Why can’t their churches do it for them if our churches are to do it our people?”

My grandfather, well into his late seventies and early eighties, worked long, long hard hours for a mission program that assisted families around the very impoverished area of Smith, Kentucky. I visited the mission site, and it was heart-breaking. In the community house, a simple framed, cinder-block building that provided a worship and meeting site, Mother sat down to the organ with a hymnal and would call out songs and keys to me over at the piano.  Before long, noses were pressed to the windows, and we motioned for some to come in to listen.  These people were so grateful, and we were simply playing familiar hymns. One gentleman ran a mile back to his house to get his GE tape recorder. Upon his return he discovered the batteries had died, and he was crestfallen. I knew which batteries he needed and went to my car to retrieve batteries in the glove compartment.  Grandpa reported, several years later, that the man still talked about “the concert” he had recorded that day.

It was something so simple… something I do every day. Yet, to this man, and to the others who were present, it was The New York Met!

In the mission house, run by Miss Lucy, there were photo albums sent her by the many church or youth groups who had come to work. Even in 1999, I questioned why teenagers raised thousands of dollars to go to Honduras, or to other tropical sites to help others when, clearly, a large portion of the money could have been invested for so many other useful items for those they could help in their own community or state.

I know there is a positive purpose for hammering, and painting under palm trees, and smelling the air, filled with salty breezes; however, I just cannot wrap my head around it.

I look at so many photographs of youth trips abroad, and I see the fun times at beaches, restaurants, local activities, playing ball with the native children… what I seldom see, and if I do, it is minimal, are the photographs of the actual work.  Yes, the argument is: they were too busy working to take photographs. And the photographs of the actual work seems to merely serve the purpose for the presentation back home to justify the costs of the mission-vacation.

I would love to see the photographs of groups, or individuals, providing services to others in, and around their community that quietly says: “I made a difference.” The photographs of teenagers with a Honduran child on their lap might say, “I made a difference,” but too often, it seems to read: “Look at where my money took me.”

But there is one major question: Why is it always the youth from churches or organizations who go to work on these trips with several adult leaders and chaperons?  How many churches who sponsor youth mission-vacations also offer one for adults of all ages?

When Katrina hit, churches and community groups went to Louisiana and Mississippi by the droves, and for several years. We seem to be good about jumping to the call when a disaster strikes – as we should.

Why are churches, or community organizations not jumping to the immediate call of those in need every day, or finding a way to be of service to others on a regular basis?

Are each of us doing what we can to be of service to others each day?

Does placing a check in the offering plate replace what we can physically do for others in need?

Can our youth in church organizations learn more by going out once a month to serve others in their community?

There are so many ways to be of service to others besides working at a homeless shelter, a food shelter, or a clothing closet.

  • There are many elderly folks in our neighborhoods who do not wish to “be a bother” to anyone.  Just go rake their yards or shovel the snow without asking to do it!
  • Our music students can offer their musical talents at assisted living communities (called “nursing homes” when I was a teen) rather than earn a paycheck for playing at the red bucket during Christmas.
  • Our adult bowling teams often raise money during tournaments – money to be sent for others to do the work. Instead of a fund-raising event, why not go out and serve as a team?
  • Our athletic teams of all ages – youth through adult – could surely do something of value to offer a heart-felt service.
  • We have food drives at Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Is this the only time people are hungry?  We tend to throw around the phrase, “The Season of Giving.” Since when did giving need it’s own season?
I wish I could remember all the wonderful things my brother, a school superintendent, encourages his faculty, staff, students, and parents to contribute each day, each week, each month. His school district, alone, does the work of many churches combined.
And this is what I love most: his district is teaching all the students to approach life with a servant’s attitude!
My sons belonged to a wonderful youth group, SIGNS.  It is non-denominational, and very spirit-led.  The one thing that always pumped me up was the work they did for others right here in the community. Quite often an email would come through: “We need about 4-6 workers to assist an elderly lady with all the broken branches from the storm [Hurricane Ike]” or “Hey Gang – can we get 3 of you to help put weather-proofing plastic on some windows of this an older couple who cannot physically do it?”

To me, this was the right attitude: teaching our youth to simply be of service to others right in their own back yards.  Thank you, Jill Chabut and Bern Schwieterman!

We can give away our unused clothing, appliances, and belongings to satisfy our “good deed” itch; however, why are we hesitant, or too busy to go right out into the ranks to be of service?

Is the United States of America truly a Christian nation based on its actions, and a servant’s attitude of action, or are we a Christian nation simply because the majority of our forefathers were Christian?

I don’t think it really matters.  What matters most is that each of us, not just the churches, not just the youth groups, not just the bowling teams, not just the service organizations, are doing something to be of service.

The Barmes Family

[The original German spelling for Barmes was Bermes.]

About the Barmes Family…

Citizenship of John Philip Barmes:

John Philip Barmes, a native of Bavaria and at present residing in the County of Bartholomew, Indiana, appeared in open court here and applied to be admitted to become a citizen of the United States, and it appearing to the satisfaction of the court that the said John Philip Barmes has declared and oath taken in this court on the 9th day of February in the year 1835, two years at least before his admission that it was benefice intention to become a citizen of the United States, and it also appearing to the satisfaction of the court there by the testimony of Martin Houser, a citizen of the United States, that the said John Philip Barmes hath continued to reside within the limits and under the jurisdiction of the United States five years at least and one year at least immediately proceeding this application written in the State of Indiana that during the said term of  five years he hath resided in the said county of Bartholomew, and hath conducted himself as a man of good moral character, attached to the principles of the Constitution of the United States, and well disposed to the good order and happiness of the same, and the said John Philip Barmes having declared on oath in open court how that he will support the Constitution of the United States and that he doth absolutely and entirely renounce all and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to every prince, potentate, state and sovereignty whatever and particularly allegiance to Louis King of Bavaria.  May 8, 1841.  His application states that he landed in New York City on May 11, 1834.

Last Will & Testament of Mary Margaret Dam Barmes:

In the name of God the father of all, I Margaret Barmes of Bartholomew County State of Indiana do make and publish this my last will and testament.

I devise and bequeath that my house and lot in the town of Hope in said county of Bartholomew be sold by my executor hereinafter mentioned and the same be sold in such a way at either public or private sale, or on such payments as my executor may see proper and the monies from such sale shall be disposed of as follows: to my sons William, Jakes, John, Frederick and Charles Barmes, and to my daughter Christeena Mahne, I direct that the each shall receive one seventh part thereof, after deducting the notes I now hold, or may hereinafter hold against them with the interest till the time of the payment of said legacies are made.

It is my will that all my other property be disposed amongst my children aforesaid in the same proportions, to my son Mike Barmes I will and bequeath $10.00 and that is all he is to receive from my estate.

I do hereby nominate and appoint my friend Frank Pfeiffer as Executor of this my last will and testament.

I do also authorize and empower my said Executor when it may be necessary, to sell my property at private or public sale, for any part thereof, make deeds and execute conveyances to purchasers to acknowledge and deliver the same in fee simple to purchasers thereof.

I hereby revoke all former wills made by me.  In testimony hereof I have hereunto at my hand and deal this 16h day of November A. D. 1857.  Margaret Barmes

Obituary of Mary Margaret Barmes:

Maria Margaret Dahm Barmes, daughter of Michael and Maria Elizabeth Dahm was born February 26, 1799 in Kreigsfeld, Koingrich Bayern (Bavaria/Germany), baptized March 3, 1799 and was confirmed at age 13 in the Reformed Evangelical Church.  In 1820 she married John Philipe Barmes.  The migrated to this country in 1834 leaving their native land on April 8 and arrived here on July 18 with six children and her father, aged 73 years.  They settled down in the green woods and opened up the farm now occupied by Dr. J. A. Butner.  After 7.5 years of hard labor they sold and moved near Morristown where they lived 7 years.  They then moved to Hope.  Two more children, twins [Frederich & Charles], were born to them into his country.  They united with the Moravian Church.  She became a widow March 18, 1857.  She lived to see 37 grandchildren of whom 12 died, also one son, the eldest.  Six weeks ago she was taken down with typhoid fever which terminated her life on Wednesday morning, January 20, 1869, aged 71 years, 37 days.  Buried January 22, 1869.

The DahmAncestry:

1. Johann Friederich Dahm (1708-1763; from Bilblis, Hessen, Germany) m. Anna Barbara Dietzer

2. Michael Friederich Dahm (1759 in Kreigsfeld, Koingrich Bayern (Bavaria/Germany) m. Maria Elizabeth Reiss (b. 1763 in Kreigsfeld, Koingrich Bayern (Bavaria/Germany)                                     *Michael Dahm traveled to the United States with his daughter, Maria Margaret Dahm Bermes, and her family in 1834

3. Maria Margaret Dahm (b. 2.26.1799 in Kreigsfeld, Koingrich Bayern, Germany) m. John Philpe Bermes in 1820

About Frederick Elde Barmes:

Frederick Elde Barmes, farmer of Haw Creek Township, son of John Philip and Margaret (Dam) Barmes both of whom were natives of Germany.  They were reared and married in their native country and immigrated to America in 1834.  They came at once to this country and located in Haw Creek.  The father and mother died in this township.  Our subject was reared on a farm and his entire attention has since been given to farming and saw milling.  He owns 180 acres of land, nearly all of which is in cultivation.  In August 1862, Mr. Barmes entered the service until the close of the war.  He was captured at Munfordville, KY in September 1862, but was at once paroled.  In the fall of 1863 he was captured a second time at Grand Choteau, Louisiana and was imprisoned for 52 days.  He participated in a number of severe engagements in all of which he discharged his duties in a manner of a loyal soldier.  Mr. Barmes was married in Decatur County on February 13, 1877 to Mrs. Mary Jane Ayers.  She was born in Decatur County on December 23, 1854 and was the daughter of Robert M. & Julia A. (Weatherford) Cline, both were native of Jefferson County, Indiana.  On the 12th day of September 1872, Mrs. Barmes was married to George W. Ayers who died September 26, 1875.  Mr. & Mrs. Barmes have two children, Jesse Delmar born November 29, 1877 and Elde R. born April 6, 1880.  Mr. & Mrs. Barmes are of members of the United Brethren Church.  Mr. Barmes is a Democrat.

The Barmes Family Lines

(The following family lineage was based upon research either conducted by, or obtained by Vernon Barmes, which was grossly incorrect in many areas of my own line, and incomplete.  Several years ago I attempted to correct much of the Frederich Barmes line. I have not yet changed the dates to common genealogical format. The ancestry prior to John Philip Barmes was conducted by Darin Jolliffe-Haas.)


1. Johann Bermes (b. 1707 in Hessenthal, Bayern [Baveria], Germany

2. Johannes Bermes (b. 1738 in Odernheim, Rheinland-Pfaltz, Germany) m. Maria M. Rausch (daughter of Richard Daniel Rausch & Gertrude Schmidt)

3. Johannes Philip Bermes (b. 1759 in Kriegsfeld, Rheinland-Pfaltz, Germany) m. Anna Magaretta

4. John Philip Barmes (1.26.1796 – 3.18.1857) in Bavaria m. Mary Margaret Dam Barmes (2.16.1799 – 1.20.1869)

5. Michael Thomas Barmes (1820 – 1868) Germany m. Eliza Jane Ray (1821)

6. Lydia Ann Barmes (1844)

6. John William Barmes (1846)  m. Mary Ann Erwin (1845)

7. James Edward Barmes (1872)   m. Colie Liza Ivers (1872)

8. Infant (1894)

8. George Franklin Barmes (1895)  m. Mary Willie Alexander (1896)

9. George Franklin Barmes, Jr. (1924) m. Patsy Sue Jacobs (1925)

10. Barbara Kay Barmes (1954)   m. Bret Kevin Buckley (1953)

11. Brittany Kay Buckley (1983)

11. Brooke Kelly Buckley (1986)

10. Ronald Wayne Barmes (1960)

9. Vernon Travis Barmes (1929)    m. Frankie Lorene Cody (1925)

10. James Edward Barmes (1952)

9. Colie Eugenia Barmes (1932)  m. Almath Ray Chambliss (1936)

10. Frankie Ray Chambliss (1954)  m. Olivia Fay Hill (1954)

10. Robin Elaine Chambliss ((1956)  m. Richard Dwayne Newton/Derek Herron

11. Dwayne Newton (1977)

11. Christopher Ray Newton (1979)

11. Brittany Nicole Herron (1987)

10. Jimmy Wayne Chambliss (1961)  m. Ginny Marie Stewart (1964)

11. Brooke Nicole Chambliss (1985)

11. Benjamin W. Chambliss (1988)

10. Stacy Ann Chambliss (1964) m. Kenny Bryson/Raymond Plumley

11. Christa Dawn Chambliss (1980)

11. Jennifer Lee Ann Bryson (1986)

8. William James Barmes (1897)

8. Winfred R. Barmes (1897)

8. James Edward Barmes (1899)  m. Essie Calkins

7. Mabel Barmes (1926)

7. Lucille Barmes (1928)

8. Mary Ann Barmes (1902)    m. Leonard F. Foster (1897)

9. John Kilby Foster (1927)  m. Grace Elizabeth Carroll (1928)

10. John Kilby Foster, Jr. (1951)  m. Andrea Joy Hollomon (1957)

11. Brittany Lee Foster (1986)

10. Lindsey Ann Foster (1952)  m. Glen Raymond Brack/Karl Hinshaw

11. Benjamin Douglas Brack (1977)

11. Joseph Cullen Brack (1980)

10. Steven Carroll Foster (1954)  m. Anne Margaret Marchand (1950)

10. David Nelson Foster (1955)

8. Bessie Mae Barmes (1904)   m. Owen Edwin Hurd (1904)

9. James Edwin Hurd (1929)   m. Katherine Strange (1930)

10. Catherine Sue Hurd (1953)  m. Delbert Storar

11. Tonya Storar (1971)

11. Troyce Storar (1973)

10. Edwin Leon Hurd (1955)

10. Charles Patrick Hurd (1959)

10. Pamela Hurd (1964)

9. Dorothy Francis Hurd (1933)   m. Tommy Glendon Strange (1932)

10. Mary Elizabeth Strange (1957)  m. Roy Mack Futch (1953)

11. Brandon Michael Futch (1976)

11. Alisha Noble Futch (1978)

8. Annie Valentine Barmes (1907)   m. Paul W. Jackson (1909)

9. Ernest Lee Jackson (1930)  m. Jerdine Malone (1933)

10. Deborah Jackson (1951)   m. Delmar Lewis

10. Michael Lane Jackson (1953)   m. Donna Jean Solieau

10. Patricia Jackson (1957)  m. Michael D. Tate

9. Annette Jackson (1945)    m. Mitchell Lee King (1943)

10. Kelly LeAnn King (1969)

10. Russell Brian King (1973)

9. Phyllis Jackson (1947)    m. Wilfred James Ferris (1946)

10. Terri Denise Ferris (1970)

10. Paul Evan Ferris (1973)

9. Philip Jackson (1947)  Myrel Elaine Harvey (1947)

10. Michelle Elaine Jackson (1973)

10. Mark Gregory Jackson (1980)

8. Charlie Wesley Barmes (1911)  m. Willa Lee Baker (1920)

9. Peggy Barmes (1938)  m. Herman Lee Brock, Jr. (1936) /Fred Shelton

10. Tra Lee Brock (1967)  m. Curtis Wellen

9. Bob Barmes (1939) m. Shelba Jean Grant (1944)

10. Rodney Jay Barmes (1970)

10. Charles Wesley Barmes (1970)

10. Jeffrey Wayne Barmes (1975)

8. Dorothy Barmes (1915)   m. Joel Benjamin Simmons (1914)

9. James Arnold Simmons (1938)   m. Norma Hooper

10. Robert A. Simmons (1959)   m. Pamela Kaye (1960)

10. Cheryl Lynn Simmons (1964)

10. Tina Louise Simmons (1965)  m. Mark Waller

9. Joel Benjamin Simmons, Jr. (1942) m. Constance Rene Nickles (1946)

10. Kelly Rene Simmons (1967)

10. Joel Duane Simmons (1970)

9. Mary Helen Simmons (1945) m. Clarence Frederick Jones (1935)

10. Jerome Duke Jones (1964)   m. Nickey Lyn Bean

10. Angela Salene Jones (1965)  m. Samuel Lee Parks

11. Kyle Lee Parks (1985)

9. John Courtney Simmons (1947)  m. Pat Richey (1947)

10. Donya Monique Smmons (1966)  m. Kyle Douglas

11. Joshua Thomas Douglas (1987)

10. Roger Ballard Simmons (1977)

9. Dorothy Ann Simmons (1949)    m. Forrest Edsel Gardner (1951)

10. Michael Todd Gardner (1976)

10. Corrie Melissa Gardner (1977)

9. Joyce Simmons (1951)  m. Jim R. Camp

8. Infant (1917)

7. Amanda (Emma) E. Barmes (1874)   m. Walter Ulysis Ivers (1866)

8. Carrie Ivers (1893)   m. Martin Carnaham

8. Lewis Ray Ivers (1896)  m. Cora Koontz

8. Claude Cornelius Ivers (1898)     m. Mary E. Medler

8. Florence Lee Ivers (1900)  m. Clarence Haegel

8. John Robert Ivers (1903) m. Reba Forbes

8. Hershel Franklin Ivers (1906)  m. Cletis Atterbury

8. Mabel Lorene Ivers (1908)

8. Mildred Jeneve Ivers (1910)   m. Hubert Songer

8. Carl Pollard Ivers (1912)    m. Golda Gantz

8. Walter Frederick Ivers (1915) m. Nina Friend

8. Leslie Lyle Ivers (1918)  m. Mary E. Skipper

7. Thomas Reed Barmes (1876)  m. Sarah (Sally) Nora Ivers (1878)

8. Otto Bryan Barmes (1900)  m. Edna Stallard (1898)

8. Lucille Dot Barmes (1901)m. Chester Loman Gremore (1901)

9. Bula Mae Gremore (1923)

9. Norma Jean Gremore (1926)

9. Peggy Jo Gremore (1926)

9. Blanche Ann Gremore (1932)

9. Thelma Ann Gremore (1937)

9. Sherry Kay Gremore (1942)

8. Arthur Harold Barmes (1905)  m. Mildred White

9. Betty Barmes (1927) m. Louis Otto Dayson, Jr.

10. Dayson (1952)

9. Bill Harold Barmes (1929) m. Margie Putnam (1930)

10. Paula Barmes (1952) m. Dave Patton/John Baker

11. Andrea Baker (1981)

10. Barry Barmes (1954) m. Irma Lane

11. Clint Harold Barmes (1979)

11. Trevor Barmes (1981)

10. Joni Barmes (1956)  m. Mike Chappell

11. Michele Chappell (1981)

11. Tony Chappell (1981)

10. Bart Barmes (1958)  m. Terri Fausnacht

11. Spencer Barmes (1980)

11. Victoria Barmes (1984)

10. Andy Barmes (1960)  m. Angie Donaldson

11. Nathan Barmes (1984)

11. Lynde Barmes (1986)

10. Connie Barmes (1962)  m. Tom Anderson

9. Bobby Gene Barmes (1931)

8. Ray Esco Christmas Barmes (1906) m. Anice Johnson

8. Grace Agnes Barmes (1909)    m. George Paulson

8. Helen Marie Barmes (1911) m. Archie Crumm

8. Thomas Woodrow Barmes (1912)   m. Mary Bailey

9. Diana C. Barmes   m. Harold Hatcher

9. Patricia Louise Barmes  m. Harold Herman Glaze

7. John Harry Barmes (1878)   m. Sarah Ella Ricketts

8. Williard Curtis Barmes (1902)    m. Fannie Mae Bowman

9. Mary Ellen Barmes (1928) m. Robert Henry Bauer

10. Angela Kay Bauer (1957)  m. Christopher Whittman

10. Amanda Mae Whittman (1984)

8. Virgil E. Barmes (1904)

8. Hershel F. Barmes (1904

8. Hazel Barmes (1906) m. Grandville Carter

9. Doran Carter (1926) m. Betty McKinney

10. Joyce Carter

11. Amy

11. Andrea

11. Fred

10. Scott Carter

11. Michelle Carter

11. Brian Carter

9. Elizabeth Carter (1934)   m. Chester S. Fox

10. Mary Louise Fox  m. Steve Skelton

11. Rachel Skelton

11. Adam Skelton

10. Darlene Fox  m. Rod Servies

8. Raymond Charles Barmes (1907)   m. Esther L. Shanneman

9. Noble Vaughn Barmes (1927)  m. Laura Smith

10. Valerie Susan Barmes (1956)  m. Rex Wilson

11. Ryan J. Wilson (1976)

11. Allen B. Wilson (1979)

11. Eric T. Wilson (1980)

11. Jacob V. Wilson (1986)

10. Jamie Lawrence Barmes (1955) m. Debra Turner

11. Laura D. Barmes (1982)

9. Bruce R. Barmes (1929)   m. Barbara York

10. Stephen Roy Barmes (1954)  m. Ellen G. Potter

11. Franklin E. Barmes (1981)

11. Billy Barmes (1983)

10. Judy Barmes (1956) m. Joseph Rucker

11. Joseph B. Rucker (1982)

11. Brandon S. Rucker (1984)

10. Bryan Barmes (1965)

8. Johnny Martin Barmes (1909)  m. Gladys M. Gremore

9. Max Edward Barmes (1933)  m. Mary R. Schlomer

10. Janice Barmes (1958) m. Kyle Blubaum

11. Lucas Allen Blubaum (1982)

10. Bret Barmes (1959)  m. Kimberly Mills

11. Ashlea Nadine Barmes (1984)

11. Adam Barmes (1986)

10. Cynthia Marie Barmes (1961) m. Brad Cannon

11. Aubrey Lynn Cannon (1988)

10. Rebecca Sue Barmes (1962)  m. Stanley Snyder

10. Lori Ann Barmes (1963) m. David Glass

11. Kevin Glass (1983)

11. Karen Glass (1986)

9. Morris Dale Barmes (1935) m. Lulabelle Smith

10. Morris Dale Barmes, Jr. (1956)

10. Rick Alan Barmes (1957)  m. Lori Faulkner

10. Brenda Barmes (1960) m. Mark Vories

11. Travis Vories (1982)

11. Danielle Dawn Vories (1985)

9. Harold Wayne Barmes (1937)   m. Mary E. Crowder

10. Sherry C. Barmes (1960) m. Mike Snyder

11. Jessica Leigh Snyder (1978)

11. Chandra Michelle Snyder (1985)

10. Anthony Barmes (1962)   m. Lori

10. Chris Eric Barmes (1963)  m. Elizabeth (Betsy) Klein

10. Jason Barmes (1970)

9. Johnnie Darrel Barmes (1940)  m. Marie Morris

10. Timothy Barmes (1961)  m. Cheryl Abel

11. Ashlea Barmes (184)

11. Joshua Jade Barmes (1985)

10. J. Daniel Barmes (1963) m. Angela Richardson

10. Sheila Barmes (1965)

11. Heather Marie Barmes

10. Matthew Barmes (1966)

10. Mechal Barmes (1968)

11. Nicholas Barmes (1988)

10. Melissa Barmes (1976)

10. Gena Barmes (1982)

9. Larry Eugene Barmes (1959) m. Tonya Falls

10. Scott Barmes (1974)

10. Karen Barmes (1977)

8. Gertie Elizabeth Barmes (1909)   m. Virgil Earl Carter

8. Ruby May Barmes (1910) m. Robert Carl Sutton

9. Betty Sutton (1930)

9. William Sutton (1935)

9. Emma R. Sutton (1939)

9. Margaret Sutton (1942)

9. Herb Sutton (1945)

8. Bertha Irene Barmes (1912)

8. Cleo L. Barmes (1914)   m. L. Ruby Wright

9. Marvin Barmes (1936)  m. Barbara Lacey

10. Marvin Lee Barmes, Jr. (1958) m. Jackie Poole

11. Jessica Barmes (1981)

11. Mallory Barmes (1984)

10. Mary Ann Barmes (1960) m. Michael Kibbey/Mark Jackson

11. Jason Kibbey (Jason M. Kibbey (1979)

11. Michelle L. Kibbey (1980)

11. Ashley Jackson (1985)

11. Heather Jackson (1987)

10. Gregory Barmes (1961) m. Jeanette Davis

11. Dustin Barmes (1981)

11. Nathan Barmes (1984)

10. Mark S. Barmes (1963)

10. Brian K. Barmes (1965) m. Audrey Jackson

9. Peggy Barmes (1939)  m. Arland Stephens

10. Cheryl Lynn Stephens

9. Carol Barmes (1941)  m. James Louis Rabold

10. Brenda Rabold (1960)  m. Kenneth Street

10. A. Kenneth Street (1984)

9. Gary Barmes (1946)  m. Janelle Holymiller

10. Shelley Lynn Barmes (1970)

10. Vickie Jean Barmes (1973)

10. Timothy Allen Barmes (1976)

8. Dorothy Fay Barmes (1917)   m. Charlie Duke/Everett Donaldson

8. Doran Barmes (1917)

8. Mildred Louise Barmes (1918)    m. Grandville Carter

9. Roy Carter

8. Melvin Louis Barmes (1918)

8. V. Pauline Barmes (1920)  m. Keith Emmons

9. Loretta Emmons (1941)  m. Floyd

10. Theresa Evans

10. Cynthia Evans

9. Lloyd L. Emmons (1943)  m. Sheila Sonner

10. Llyod L. Emmons (1965)   m. Tammy Shrontz

11. Meagen Lee Emmons

10. Chantelle LaRae Emmons (1967)

10. LeCretia RaNae Emmons (1972)

9. Randy Emmons (1946)   m. Donna Street

9. Kenneth Emmons (1947)  m. Barbara Keel

10. Susie Emmons (1973)

10. Kelley Ann Emmons (1974)

10. Elizabeth P. Emmons (1981)

10. Michael Emmons (1982)

9. Paul Emmons (1952) m. Anita Singleton

10. Melissa Emmons

10. Christopher Emmons

10. Ashlea Emmons

9. Paula Emmons (1952) m. Joe Schelstrate

10. Jennifer Schelstrate

10. Amy Shelstrate

10. Kathleeen Shelstrate

10. Eric Shelstrate

10. Michelle Shelstrate (1980)

8. Frank Barmes (1922)

8. George Junior Barmes (1923)  m. Carol Jean Hull

9. George W. Barmes  m. Glenda Hammond

10. Michelle Barmes (1970)

10. George Jay Barmes (1972)

9. Debbie Barmes (1950)  m. Mike Carter/Dale Smith/Dan Lowe

10. Mike Carter (1969)

10. Timothy Allen Carter (1970)

10. Dennis Smith (1973)

9. Norma Barmes (1951)

9. Lorene M. Barmes (1960)

10. Heather Barmes (1979)

10. Bobbie Jean Barmes (1981)

10. Chrystal Lee Barmes (1984)

8. Helen Marie Barmes (1926) m. David Waggoner

9. John David Waggoner (1954)

7. William Curtis Barmes (1880)

7. Stella Florence Barmes (1883) m. Samuel J. Wittenmeyer (1873)

7. George G. Barmes (1885)

7. Mary E. Barmes (1887)

6. Charles Edwin Barmes (1849)  m. Elizabeth

6. James F. Barmes (1852)

6. Michael Barmes (1852)

6. Miranda F. Barmes (1856)

6. Willard P. Barmes (1859) m. Leova

7. Clifford I. Barmes (1883)  m. Ura Pearl Yost (1883)

5. William Barmes (1823 – 1905) Germany m. Elizabeth Lucinda Sowers (1833)

6. Lucinda M. Barmes (1855)

6. Thomas Edward Barmes (1858)

6. Mary Alas Barmes (1860)

6. Malinda Caroline Barmes (1862)    m. Elijah Steinbarger

7. Bert Steinbarger  m. Gold Irvin

8. Donald Steinbarger

8. Louise Steinbarger

8. James Steinbarger

7. Pearl Steinbarger m. Lloyd Larrowe

8. Caroline Larrowe

7. William Steinbarger m. Emma Alinder

7. Charles Steinbarger  m. Ruth Partlow

8. Betty Steinbarger (1919)

7. Hazel Steinbarger

7. Paul Steinbarger   m. Prudence

6. Louis William Barmes (1866)

6. Louise Elizabeh Barmes (1866)  m. Charles Alcorn

6. Charles Franklin Barmes (1869) m. Garnet Holt

6. Nancy Emma Barmes (1872)

6. Martin Henry Barmes (1875)  m. Alice Cornwall (1885)

7. Martha L. Barmes (1914)

7. Elizabeth Barmes (1919) m. Otis Lipstreu (1919)

8. Betty Lipstreu (1947)

8. Mary L. Lipstreu (1949)  m. Mike Acimovic (1946)

8. Benjamin Acimovic (1977)

8. Kristen Acimovic (1980)

7. Howard Barmes (1921)

5. Jacob A. Barmes (1826 – 1887) Germany   m. Lucy Jane Reed (1829)/Mary E. Shore

6. Lewis S. Barmes (1853)

6. George Henry Barmes (1855)

6. Sarah E. Barmes (1859)

6. Hellen Barmes (1859)

6. Minnie T. Barmes (1876) (m: Mary Shore) m. Henry Brown

5. John Barmes (1831 – 1898) Germany  m. Mary Ann Patterson (1836)

6. Infant (1856)

6. William W. Barmes (1858)

6. Margaret J. Barmes (1858) m. John R. Bishop

6. Henry J. Barmes (1861)  m. Margaret Anna Everroad (1865)

7. Hazel Barmes (1887)

7. Amos Ray Barmes (1892)  m. Hattie Edith Mikelonis (1907)

7. Maggie Lea Barmes (1897) m. William F. Price (1890)

7. Callie Barmes   m. White

7. Eddie Frank Barmes m. Minerva Alice Davis

8. Julian Wayne Barmes (1915)  m. Francis L. Whitt (1902)

9. Pamela M. Barmes (1943)

9. Sonni Lynn Barmes (1945)

9. Dana Jean Barmes (1947)

9. Albert Wayne Barmes (1947)

9. Mary Jo Barmes (1950)

9. Barbara C. Barmes (1952)

9. Carol E. Barmes (1956)

9. Stormy Barmes (1957)

9. Kelei Ann Barmes (1959) m. William Troy Scoggins (1958)

10. Joshua Tory Scoggins (1977)

10. Mollie Francis Scoggins (1982)

10. Adam Thaddeaus Scoggins (1986)

8. Marion V. Barmes

7. Dessie Barmes

6. Nancy Barmes (1861)  m. Horatio Holder

6. Infant (1862)

6. Martha A. Barmes (1863)

6. Elizabeth Barmes (1866)   m. Jesse Marshell

7. Ralph Marshell

7. Maney Marshell

7. Mary Marshell

7. Faye Marshell

7. Bertha Marshell

6. Frank H. Barmes (1866)

5. Philip Barmes (1832) Germany m. Maria Elizabeth Holder

6. S. Barmes (1853)

6. Nancy Lione Barmes (1853)

6. Samuel Barmes (1854)

6. Martin Barmes (1855)

5. Christeena Barmes (1833) m. George Maehne (1830)

6. Lucinda Ellen Maehne ((1867)

5. Frederick Elde Barmes (3.1.1838 – 5.10.1897)  m. Mary Jane Cline-Ayres (1854 – 1931)

6. Jesse Delmar Barmes (11.29.1877 – 1938)  m. Emily (Emma) L. Brewer (1878)

7. Virgil Brewer Barmes (6.15.1901-9.1.1970) m. Thelma Estelle Daugherty (1903-1957)

8. Leroy Delmar Barmes (1.8.1921 – 6.3.2004)  m. (10.24.1943) Donna Mae Clary

9. Diana Kay Barmes (4.6.1945) m. Danny Jolliff; David Haas

10. Darin Lee Jolliffe-Haas (9.25.1964)

11. Matthew Edwards Jolliffe-Haas (7.28.1989)

11. Jose Angel Jolliffe-Haas (1.14.1992)

11. Quintin Taylor Jolliffe-Haas (4.17.1995)

10. Dena Linn (Jolliff) Haas (2.14.1973)  m. Brad Hahn

11. Jonathan Garrett Surber (12.27.1997)

11. Andrew Langlee Barmes Surber (2.16.1999)

10. Destin Lang (Jolliff) Haas (11.4.1974)   m. (7.2.2000) Stacia Wallpe

11. Parker Leroy Haas (6.8.2005)

11. Frederick Lee Haas (11.30.2007)

11. Carolyne Leona Haas (9.21.2010)

9. Ronald Dean Barmes (5.27.1952 – 6.12.1987)    m. (1976) Betty Green Lane

10. Alicia Deann Barmes (4.13.1977)   m. Michael Hildrebrand

11. Jamie Taylor Hildebrand

11. Jennifer Leigh Hildebrand

10. Amanda Brooke Barmes (3.12.1981)

11. Hailey Brooke Jaba

9. Tommy Kent Barmes (8.29.1954)  m. (1987) Susie Harrell

10. Jared Barmes

10. Michael Barmes

8. Evelyn Louise Barmes (12.19.23 – 5.11.96)   m. (1.24.1943) Dewey Smith

9. Judith Eileen Smith (5.13.1945)  m. (8.16.1968) Jerry Hallett

10. Kari Lynn Hallett Miller (5.29.1974)  m. (1995) Paul Miller

11. Jonathan Micah Miller (1.31.2001)

10. Eric Allen Hallett (4.9.1977)  m. Angela VanBuskirk

11. Shelby Grace Hallett (5.21.2002)

11. Daniel Jay Hallett (1.17.2004)

9. Janice Arlene Smith (1.8.1947)   m. (10.16.1966) John Edgar Kleyla

10. John Howard Kleyla (4.6.1967)

10. Joel Scott Kleyla (5.17.1970)   m. (5/12/1990) Angela Renee Collins

11. Kyle Jay Kleyla (12.22.1991)

11. Janene Cara Kleyla (8.25.1994)

9. Dewey Wilfred Smith, Jr. (6.28.1950) m.  Barb Burkhart

10. Joshua Michael Smith (1977)

10. Sarah Elizabeth Smith (1980)

10. Shawn Patrick Smith (1983)

9. Kevin Leroy Smith (11.29.1957)   m. Sherry Pike

10. Alycia Michelle Smith (2980)

11. Tammi

10. Savannah Skye Smith (4.28.1992)

8. Norma Eileen Barmes (7.20.1929)  m. (12.8.1986) Ora “Jack” Abbott (1928)

9. Gary Lee Scheffer (4.29.52)  m. (1979) Janice Bogucki

10. Gary Lee Scheffer, Jr. (3.5.1982)

10. Anthony C. Scheffer (2.2.1985)

9. Randy Earl Scheffer (11.23.53) m. (1972) Sue Hight

10. Randy Earl Scheffer, Jr. (5.25.1977)

9. Tanya Scheffer (6.22.1956 – 12.24.2002)

10. Alana Brush (7.16.1979)

8. Danny Joe Barmes (7.14.1944)    m. (5.25.1968) Bonnie Jean Redmond

Thelma Ruth Hoffman Barmes adopted Danny Joe Barmes 1969–because Danny was an adult he has two legal mothers.

9. Dana Ruth Barmes (10.28.1970)  m. (7.13.1993) Christopher Jude Kluemke

10. Mathias Daniel Redmond Kluemke (8.17.1997)

10. Joseph Christopher Kluemke (8.22.2002)

9. Daniel Jason Barmes (1.31.1973)  m. (8.22.1997) Jamie Lynn McCorkle

10. Ryan Daniel Barmes (5.20.2003)

9. Dama Jo Barmes (7.10.1979) m. (10.2.2004) Jeffrie Allen O’Keefe

7. Emerson Barmes  m. Ethel

8. Leland Barmes

8. Emerson Barmes, Jr.

7. Florence Barmes   m. John Bundren

8. Helen

8. Emma   m. Clark

8. Betty    m. White

6. Elda R. Barmes (4.6.1880)   m. Florence

7. Alma Barmes m. Harold Willard

6. Elsie Blanch Barmes (1889)    m. Rothrock

7. Ray Delmar Rothrock

6. Hazel Barmes (1891)

5. Charles L. Barmes (3.1.1838 – 3.30.1911) Hope, IN   m. Eliza L. Bauer (1839)        Charles & Frederich Barmes were twins

6. Emma Matilda Barmes (1860)

6. Charles Edwin Barmes (1863)

6. Harry Barmes (1868)  m. Clara Maulder

6. William G. Barmes (1869)   m. Pauline Happ (1874)

7. Charles Edward Barmes (1901)  m. Mabel Lona Emmert (1898)

7. Margaret Barmes (1903)

6. Ida May Barmes (1871)

6. George A. Barmes (1873)

6. Anna L. Barmes (1879)  m. Oliver Ruede

7. Charles Ruede (1901)

7. Harold Ruede (1903)

6. Arthur J. Barmes  m. Flossie DeWillis

Twenty-five years ago, today, I was touring Europe (Switzerland, Austria, Germany) with the Ball State University Chamber Choir, under the direction of Dr. Douglas Amman.  On this day, we were wrapping up the tour with a few days in Heidelberg, Germany.

That afternoon, back in Elwood, Indiana, my family learned the dreadful news that my uncle, Ron Barmes, 35, was dead.  His automobile had run into a concrete wall/poll in the Chesapeake Bay-Tunnel Bridge.

That Wednesday afternoon, our plane landed in Cincinnati’s airport just as the earthquake hit.  We entered the terminal to the sound of buzzers and much harried activity.  I called home to let the family know our arrival time would be delayed due to a mix-up in the bus schedule. My 12 year old brother, Destin, answered the telephone.  When I asked where everyone was, he slipped with, “At the funeral home.” Destin wanted to leave it at that, but I forced him to tell me what had occurred.

“Uncle Ron was in a car wreck. He was despondent and his car ran into the bridge.”

I don’t recall the following few moments.

Once the world stopped spinning, and the sounds of the airport’s terminal restored, I can still recall seeing Warren Miller, a fellow choir member, and dear friend, finishing the telephone conversation with my brother while his outstretched arm steadied me against the wall in the circular phone booth bay.  Warren summoned Dr. Amman, who sat next to me, his familiar paternal arm tightly around my shoulder.

The remainder of the airport stay, and return trip to Muncie, are long faded.

3:00am, we arrived at the music building’s loading dock.  Mother and Dad were there to greet me, as were my summer roommates, Stacia Bolakowski and Jeanette Daily.  The roomies had brought my suit, and other clothes I would need for the funeral.

The darkness of the night gradually moved into day.  The shock of the nightmare had evolved into a combination of the ethereal, and a constantly turning kaleidoscope of  memories.

Ironically, only two weeks before as I packed for the tour, I grabbed my well-read edition of Sandburg’s LINCOLN: The Prairie Years & The War Years. Twenty-five years later, I still do not understand why I packed such a large item for a tour.

In July 1974, Grandpa Leroy& Grandma Donna took me with them to visit Uncle Ron in Norfolk, Virginia, where he was stationed in the US Navy. It still remains one of my most memorable vacations. I had saved up $20 so I could go to the bookstore at Military Shopping Plaza to purchase the Sandburg book I’d spied during an earlier visit in March.  Uncle Ron made numerous attempts to purchase the book ($15.72 with the tax), but I insisted it was my purchase. To a soon-to-be ten year old, this was of great value.

A day or so later, when we bid farewell to Uncle Ron at the naval pier lined with the tall military-gray ships, Grandpa did not wish to see him walk away. Grandma encouraged Grandpa to remain parked until Uncle Ron was out of sight. Never one to handle seeing Uncle Ron depart, I sat in the backseat, trying to look at my Lincoln book through tears. As I turned pages without really seeing the content, I discovered an envelope.  The note inside was from Uncle Ron. He described how proud he was that I would make such a mature purchase after saving my money for several months. In the envelope was a twenty-dollar bill, with a reminder from my uncle to purchase something a 9 year old boy would want.

Today, whenever family leaves my home following a visit, we stand on the porch until they are out of sight. My nephews, Parker and Freddie, and their little sister, Carolyne, are showered with books – and yes, there are Lincoln books presented them as gifts.  One day, my nephew, Parker, who turns 7 today (a mixed blessing) will receive my favorite book, Sandburg’s LINCOLN: The Prairie Years & The War Years

My bedroom is filled with Lincoln memorabilia, many items which were gifts from Uncle Ron. The Lincoln bust, a 1972 gift, has, for forty years, traveled with me from 825 Main Street to Ball State to Ohio, and  ceremonially rests on the antique marble-top table by my bed. Uncle Ron often sent me magazine articles on Lincoln, or postcards with Lincoln’s likeness. The pocket watches I received as a young boy will become generational gifts to nephews, Freddie (my godson) and Parker.

The blooming of my Mary Todd daylily seemed a fitting tribute to this day. In some ways, it serves as a reminder that Uncle Ron is probably watching over me, still cheering me on, still encouraging my love of Lincoln, and always reminding me what being an uncle means.

And, the daylily’s arrival on this day seems to celebrate Parker’s 7th birthday, and the continuation of this wonderful lineage of uncles and nephews.

“Being an uncle is better than being a Superhero.” – Anonymous

“An uncle is a bond of faith that even time can’t sever, a gift to last all of our lives an uncle is forever.” – Anonymous

Uncle Ron, Darin holding Destin

Uncle Ron, Darin holding Destin

Uncle Darin & Parker

Uncle Darin & Parker

I am taking a ME-Day.

That can stand for:

  • I am taking time for myself, “me,” and doing fun things
  • I am taking a mental-enjoyment day
  • I am taking a mentally-enriching day

Whatever it stands for, I am taking time for me and doing whatever pleases me.

Right now, that means sitting on my deck eating eggs and toast, listening to the birds and other little creatures in the fairly wooded easement, hearing the traffic whiz by on Shroyer, enjoying the fact that my Mary Todd daylilies have bloomed much earlier than anticipated, and preparing to spend time writing on the Wright Brothers’ musical.

Quintin has a 9am-9pm marching band percussion rehearsal, and I can hear the snare drums, quads, cymbals and bass drums smacking away on the campus next door.

So, until 9:00pm, with the exception of running one errand, and spending the lunch and dinner breaks with Quintin, I am keeping this day all to my self.

My Mary Todd day lilies bloomed in the middle of the night.  I took photos of them last night around 9:30pm, and this morning they were open, and looking quite beautiful!  Several folks passing by the house have stopped to look at them.  One lady even walked up into the yard!

You can purchase your Mary Todd daylily, or choose from many other varieties at Oakes Daylilies.

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Today, my 85 year old neighbor lady from across the street came over to tell me how lovely my front yard looked.  I was humbled because her yard is immaculate!

My friend, Debbie McCutcheon, bought me several Mary Todd daylilies, and the one is ready to bloom any day.

I’ve never been much for flowers or plants, but the past several years I have really enjoyed preparing the yard, and maintaining the plants and flowers.  It does feel rejuvenating, and is exciting to see the end results.

Dust 1. earth or other matter in fine, dry particles. 2. a cloud of finely powdered earth or other matter in the air. 3. any finely powdered substance, as sawdust. 4. A pain in Darin’s ass!

What a hideous thing!  Dust!

This afternoon, I thoroughly cleaned, reorganized, and refreshed the studio.  It is the busiest, most constantly used space in the entire house.  I use it, 58 students use it each week, Quintin will use the computer or play the piano, and three dogs, always needing to be near Dad, frequent the various areas of the rug. There is constant activity in this room.  And, it is also direct passage to the deck, my second study for writing during the warmer days.

After I finished teaching this evening, I began the hideous ritual of actually dusting. I know mothers of students cringe when they enter the living room which is more of a waiting room during lessons.  I simply do not dust as often as I should.

Now, when I lived in my townhouse in Centerville, my study was upstairs.  On different days, each week, I would leave a dust rag and can of Pledge on an end table. Unsuspecting, considerate moms would assume I ran out of time while dusting, and finish the task for me while their child was in the lesson.  I would descend from the second floor to the heavenly smell of citrus.  Some moms would say, “I went ahead and finished your dusting,” while others would not utter a word, remaining a silent saint!

At The Haasienda, I do not pull that oft used trick.  I simply do not make dusting a priority. Instead, it tends to become a seasonal cleaning.

Now, the house seems fresh, and clean. The table runners have been washed, and returned to tables and bookcases.

It is 12:50am, and I am winding down from the long, but enjoyable day!

I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.

When chemists die, they barium.

Jokes about German sausage are the wurst!

I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.

How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it!

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.

I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Type-O.

PMS jokes aren’t funny; period!

Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.

We’re going on a class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there’s no pop quiz.

I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils?

When you get a bladder infection urine trouble!

Broken pencils are pointless.

I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool!

I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

All the toilets in New York’s police stations have been stolen. The police have nothing to go on.

I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough!

Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.

Velcro — what a rip off!

A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.

Venison for dinner again? Oh deer!

The earthquake in Washington obviously was the government’s fault.

Be kind to your dentist. She has fillings, too!

Mother & Grandpa

Mother & Grandpa

On a Thursday morning at 10:55am, June 3rd, 2004, my grandfather, Leroy “Red” Barmes, slipped away from this life.

Throughout most of my life, he was more than just ‘grandpa;’ he was also a second dad. He was the one male figure I could count on in life, and I know I’ve enjoyed being a father and uncle due to the joy I know he took from his family.

By the time I was able to walk and talk as a toddler, Papaw Leroy dubbed me with the nickname, “Honkin’” or simply, “Honk.”  He was the only one who ever called me this and most of my cards or letters for nearly forty years have been addressed to “Honkin’.

One of my earliest memories of my grandfather is not one most grandchildren would have.

The slide...

The slide…

We were having a church picnic out at Calloway Park and I, at age three, climbed to the top of a slide that was twenty feet tall.  For whatever reason, after reaching the top, I looked over the side and lost my balance.  To this day, I can still clearly remember falling head first and seeing the ground begin to blur into a mass of solid green.  The image of my forty-six year old grandfather running towards me with outstretched arms is forever etched in my mind.  Grandpa caught me that afternoon.

For me, and the former baseball and football star, it was a perfect catch!

[From the funeral notes I delivered June 7, 2004.]

Now, it’s my turn to stretch out my arms, prepared to catch my own sons, my nephews, and my niece – and hopefully one day, my own “Honkin’.”

So, today, with heartfelt gratitude and deep affection, and a treasury of many wonderful memories, our family concludes a chapter in a tremendous book that is far from being finished.  Rather than bidding Grandpa farewell, I am compelled to return to our Barmes roots in Germany and simply say, “Auf wiedersehn” – “until we meet again.”

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These past two weeks have been fun, hectic, and tiring.  Friday was so tightly packed, but one of the best nights – just like Wednesday when we saw WICKED.  It was just a happy week.

Zach Pollock & Suzanne Grote

Zach Pollock & Suzanne Grote

After the Wilbur Wright ceremony at Woodland Cemetery, Quintin and I grabbed two Kettering graduation parties, and finished the evening at Brian & Joanie Pollock’s home in Beavercreek for Zach’s graduation party.  It was so nice to spend some time with Joanie’s mom, Sue Eggleston, as well as the rest of the family. We even got to watch some of Zach’s early videos, dancing at age 3!  So cute!  The last time I asked Brian for the time it was 9:00pm; however, I was surprised when I learned it was after 11:30pm when we left – it was just a fun, comfortable evening, and I hope the Pollocks got some rest before graduation this morning at Nutter Center.

This morning I woke at 6:30am, fed the pets, ate some eggs and toast, returned to my room to watch THE TODAY SHOW’s Saturday edition, and ended up falling back to sleep until Noon.

Sue Eggleston with her youngest & eldest grandsons

Sue Eggleston with her youngest & eldest grandsons

We showered, dressed and hit the road to attend seven graduation parties between Kettering, Centerville,  Springboro, Bellbrook and Miamisburg .  I gave Quintin the option of going with me today, and I am proud of him for saying he wanted to go. And it was neat as six of the parties were students who have been with me for 12-13 years!  The other party was for a sibling of a family whose older three children were with me a total of 19 years!  I have watched this boy grow up from birth – in fact, his mother’s water broke just after she left a lesson with the children!

At 3:15pm, while near the Dayton Mall, we took a break between parties, and went to see THE LUCKY ONE.  Quintin had been wanting to see this movie, and after this week, he had earned it.  We then continued on to two remaining parties of the seven combined.

After grabbing some groceries, we came home to three very excited dogs.  I fixed pork chops, a brown rice concoction with veggies and Alfredo sauce. We ate on the deck, enjoying time with the dogs, and watching the sun set, sending lovely rays across Bob & Chris’ yard.

Now we are getting ready to watch a movie, and I plan on turning in by midnight.  We will see how that goes!

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The centennial of Wilbur Wright’s death was this week.  Wilbur, age 45, died from typhoid fever on May 30, 1912.  His funeral was held at Woodland Cemetery, June 1, 1912.

Yesterday, members of the Wright family, astronaut Neil Armstrong, Dayton’s mayor, Kettering City Councilman Ashley Webb, Ohio State Representative Jim Butler, several historians – Betty Darst, Rick Young & Dawne Dewey, and several hundred interested folks gathered around the Wright family graves to celebrate the life of this great visionary.

The Wright brothers were two of seven children born to Milton Wright (1828–1917) and Susan Catherine Koerner (1831–1889). Wilbur Wright was born near Millville, Indiana in 1867; Orville in Dayton, Ohio in 1871. The brothers never married. The other Wright siblings were named Reuchlin (1861–1920), Lorin (1862–1939), Katharine (1874–1929), and twins Otis and Ida (born 1870, died in infancy).

The Wright family members present:

  • Amanda Wright Lane
    • her great grandfather was Lorin Wright, an elder brother of Wilbur
  • Stephen Wright
    • his great grandfather was Lorin Wright, an elder brother of Wilbur
  • Marianne Miller Hudec
    • her mother was the daughter of Lorin Wright, an elder brother of Wilbur
  • Margaret Steeper Brown
    • her mother was Bertha Ellwyn Wright, daughter of Reuchlin Wright, the eldest brother of Wilbur 
    • Margaret’s husband & daughter were also present at the service

Bishop Milton Wright wrote of his son Wilbur:

“In memory and intellect, there was none like him. He systemized every thing. His wit was quick and keen. He could say or write anything he wanted to. He was not very talkative. His temper could hardly be stirred. He wrote much. He could deliver a fine speech, but was modest.”

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As a young boy, I had a portrait of Neil Armstrong hanging above my bed before he made his famous walk on the moon.  I was so excited to learn he would be a guest speaker today at the memorial service commemorating Wilbur Wright’s death 100 years ago (May 30, 1912; funeral/burial took place 100 years ago today).

My student, Katie, after shaking hands with Neil Armstrong

My student, Katie, after shaking hands with Neil Armstrong

This was exciting stuff!

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The day began at 8:15am with a private lesson before the student headed next door to the high school for a final exam.  By 10:00am I was on my way to the middle school for the last time this Spring, and remained until 1:00pm.  Back at home I completed a few minor tasks, and treated myself to a brief nap before teaching some make-up lessons. The rest of the evening was event-filled, and I finally returned home by midnight.

And at 2:00am, I am still wide awake.

A fairly steady rain has fallen for several hours.  The air has cooled, offering a good deal of relief after several days of 90-degree temperatures.  I am happy for the rain as it will give many gulps of water to all my flowers and plants; however, the large, old blanket will fill my study so the three dogs can wipe their paws.  It is rather cute to watch: Flyer, very well trained, wipes her paws and settles down until called; Navi and Chief parade around the room before following Flyer’s lead in laying down.

Tomorrow’s full, fun-filled agenda begins at 8:30am with some minor end-of-the-school-year celebrations.  At 1:00pm we will take in the new Wilbur Wright exhibit at Carillon Park before heading over to Woodland Cemetery to participate in the Wilbur Wright memorial services.  The Woodland Cemetery Facebook page lists the event as:

Friday, June 1st at 3:00pm – Historic Woodland Cemetery & Arboretum will hold a Memorial Service in honor of the 100th anniversary (to the minute) of Wilbur Wright’s burial. Starting at 3pm at the Wright Family Monument, the event will include a flyover and music by the US Air Force Band of Flight. Special presenters will include Neil Armstrong, Mayor Gary Leitzell, Historian Rick Young and relatives of the Wright family. At 3:30pm, an honorary Moment of Silence will be held. Please join us for this momentous event.

I know this probably sounds quite macabre to some, but as a devotee of Wright family history, this is truly a major moment for me.  I am taking Quintin with me so he can see Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon.

Friday evening holds several graduation parties of students.

I am hoping sleep will arrive soon so I can maintain full energy throughout the 15-or-so hours I will be fully occupied.

I just discovered this link about the Wright Brothers’ longtime secretary, Mabel Beck. There was always speculation that Orville and Mabel were more than just boss and secretary. In twelve years of research, I’ve never uncovered any supporting evidence.

Mabel Beck’s Story Part of Wright Brothers’ Story  is a series of articles by Roz Young that dealt with Mabel Beck’s life with the Wright Brothers.  The articles appeared in the Dayton Daily News from November 20, 1993 to March 12, 1994.

Roz Young and Melba Hunt always insisted they had seen love letters that were discovered in Mabel’s home on Acacia Drive in Oakwood, Ohio. The home’s design, construction, and maintenance was funded  by Orville Wright.

Melba and Roz told explained to me that Mabel remained in the back of First Baptist Church, pacing, and wringing her hands during Orville’s 1948 funeral.

In the article, which I’ve not had the time to thoroughly read, I did note two items that were incorrect:

  1. Orville Wright did not died from a stroke
    1. Orville died suffered a heart attack in January 1948 
    2. A few days after being hospitalized he died from a second heart attack
  2. Mabel did not purchase her own grave plots in Woodland Cemetery
    1. when Susan KoerneW Wright, mother of the Wrights, died in 1889, Bishop Milton Wright purchased eight plots on the South side of Woodland Cemetery, near the Col. Deeds mausoleum on July 5th
    2. Wilbur was not pleased with the site, and encouraged his father to purchase plots where the Wright family is buried
    3. While doing research in  2001, I worked with several staff members of Woodland Cemetery who showed me where Mabel’s burial site was located
    4. A card was also produced which specified Mabel’s plots were originally purchased by Milton Wright, July 5, 1889

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