“Look over there!!” NYC Times Square. October 2017
© Dan DeMarle 2017
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John Muir
“He was not an American. And he encountered Yosemite and he imagined what America could be. And for a century, we’ve fought about whether we liked his vision or not. MAN: I like what he said on one occasion where he essentially said, “the enemies of wildness are invincible, and they are everywhere, but the fight must go on and for every acre that you gain, you gain, 10,000 trees and flowers and all the other forest people and the usual unborn generations will rise up and call you blessed.”
From Ken Burn’s The last Refuse – Part of the Series: Ken Burns: The National Parks
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Small Frenchman and his large wife
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NYC Central Park 2
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Rapid Cemetery: James Pamment
James Pamment (1843 -1863) was a farmer in Chili who had blue eyes, dark hair, a dark complexion, and was 6 feet tall.
James’ parents, Williams and Elizabeth, were born in England and Ireland, respectively. Records show that they moved to Canada. Whether they met in Canada or whether they met before they moved to Canada is unknown. While in Canada they had their first son, James in 1843, their daughter Margaret in 1845, and their son Isaac in 1849. Between 1849 and 1855 they moved to Chili. There their daughter, Mary was born in 1856 and their son, William in 1858.
In Chili, the 1860 census reveals that his father was a Day Laborer, while James was a Farm Laborer. Army paperwork later refers to him as a farmer. So it maybe that between 1860 and 1861 he had become an owner of a farm, and was no longer just a farm laborer.
Lincoln was elected in 1860. The Civil War started in 1861. James Pamment enlisted in the US Army on 8/12/1862 at Rochester, NY. He was mustered into the 6th Company of the 1st New York Sharpshooters on 9/13/1862.
To be a sharpshooter a man had to be able to pass a rifle tests that included being able to place 10 shots in a circle of 10 inches from 200 yards.
The NY Sharpshooters served in a number of battles, but Mr. Pamment died after the Battle of Fredericksburg but before Chancellorsville.
He was killed in action in Suffolk, Virginia on 4/18/1863 when he was 22 years old.
His mother filed for his pension on 5/1/1882
It appears that James was married before his death. Newspaper records indicate that Mary A, wife of James Pamment, died on 5/15/1908 at age 62. She would have been 3 or 4 years younger than James.
Records are unclear, but it appears that both James and his sister, Margaret, are both buried in the Rapids Cemetery in the same family plot. It is unknown if any other relatives are buried in the family plot.
The right to bear arms
So the constitution says we have the right to bear arms and to free speech. Now I can talk till I am blue in the face, but if I want to be heard, I have to pay a lot of money to take out advertisements or pay to be self-published. So why don’t we have the government give every citizen a muzzle loader rifle, identical to the one’s they used in the revolutionary war, when they wrote the bleeding constitution. The one’s that fired once, and then took minutes to aim, and you had to make your own bullets. Then we have assured your right to bear arms. For anyone who wants more than that, lets say a revolver, they need to pay a million dollars a year. For an assault riffle, $100 million a year. The fees would go to pay for health insurance for everyone that does not have one. No-one is denied their constitutional right to bear arms, and we help pay for health insurance.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017
Waking children on a cold morning
The cold tries to sneak into our minds.
It creeps like soft,
little
mice feet,
insinuating itself into our psyches.
Whispering stay in, stay in,
stay under your blankets.
But,
the whole gorgeous world awaits.
Only in this moment are you alive.
Yesterday is history, and tomorrow never becomes today.
Oh what fun we will have today.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017 – Poem originally posted on FB on 11/6/09
Early October morning
11/5/1872 Small ripples turn into tidal waves
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My wish
I wish you hard and twisty paths,
I wish you days of hard work in the sun,
I wish you struggles and hard times,
I wish for you at least one broken heart,
I wish for you difficult cold winters,
I wish for you hard springs,
where you have to form callouses,
to break the earth and plant your summer crops.
I wish you these things,
because living an easy life,
is not living.
There is no true joy without struggle.
There is nothing to win, when everything is given to you,
There is no greater joy then holding someone close to you,
unless they were not there for awhile.
In sum, I wish you a good life where,
in the autumn of your years,
you are surrounded with love and sunshine,
that you will savor and appreciate more,
for having lived through,
seasons of drought and seasons of rain.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017
Picture outside of Central Park, NYC.
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