Drunken Man Takes Kansas Gas Truck For A Spin

MANHATTAN, Kan. (WIBW) -- A Kansas Gas Service worker now has his truck back after police say a drunken man hopped in the driver’s seat and drove off in it.
It happened around 2:15 AM Sunday December 11th in the 1100 block of Ratone Street in Manhattan.

Allen Loberg, a Kansas Gas employee, says he was conducting an overnight call for service on Ratone Street and parked his company truck at the curb. He says he started the white Ford F250 to warm it up and grabbed his tools to continue working. When he heard the $40,000 truck being driven away, he called police and a report was filed.
A short time later at 4 AM, a deputy with the Pottawatomie County Sheriff’s Office spotted the stolen truck near the intersection of Hayes Drive and McCall Road, about 15 blocks from where it was stolen.
The man behind the wheel, 20-year-old Charles Melton, was arrested and charged with Driving Under the Influence of Drugs or Alcohol. Police say Melton was intoxicated. The Riley County Police Department also arrested Melton and charged him with Theft of a Motor Vehicle.

What Night Is This?

What night is this so long and drear
When all good folk would gather near
To light their pyres, the Solstice fires
And tend the blaze till morning.


All, all of nature sing
As the days grow long, so comes the Spring.
All hail our Lord, the Sun,
The babe of our blessed Lady.


So build the fires strong and high
The wind will be His lullaby
Returning king, of thee we sing
Watching the Yule log burning.

All, all of nature sing
As the days grow long, so comes the Spring.
All hail our Lord, the Sun,
The babe of our blessed Lady.


Come join me by the Yuletide flame
To call our Lord by His holy name.
By fire bright, invoke His light
Keeping watch till dawning

All, all of nature sing
As the days grow long, so comes the Spring.
All hail our Lord, the Sun,
The babe of our blessed Lady.

RAMBLINGS Of A WITCH: Why do people become so depressed to the point of taking their own lives this time of year ?

RAMBLINGS Of A WITCH: Why do people become so depressed to the point of taking their own lives this time of year ?

To days headline 10 December 2011

Looks like we are on the search for a new superintendent .
Dennis Stone retires June 30th 2012.

Official Audited enrollment
Two communities have seen a increase, Sabetha and Bern the others Wetmore and Axtell/Summerfield has seen a decline ,my personal opinion is Summerfield school should be closed and children buses to other schools,

Local troops Scouts
will deliver empty grocery sacks on December 11 Sabetha troop 77 to spearhead food drive.
Help out and fill those sacks with any extra can food you can spare .

Why do people become so depressed to the point of taking their own lives this time of year ?

STOP AND THINK.
Gift giving spending having to obtain that prefect gift is not the reason for the season.
The sun is born .the wheel turns once more .we should be grateful for our families not what’s under that tree. sooo dam what, you don’t have a dime to spend on holiday gifts who gives a crap you cant give me a store bought over priced gift . I don’t. its all propaganda to get you to spend money you do not have to spend any ways .why go out in a rush and spend spend spend then get so down and depressed. It just does not make since where in the world did the idea you have to give gifts to every one, because the sun was born ?to give a gift is for special occasions like your Childs birthdays ,not the birth of child in a manger so long ago the only gift he wants is your soul . Start a new tradition put up a tree out side ,decorate it with home made items like bird seed and nuts for the wild life in your area ,and stay up all night and sing and praise the Sun for its returning .but don’t give me a gift I have not earned it or its not my birthday.
Remember the real reason winter solstice is celebrated the return of the Sun to shine warmth down on us during the coldest part of winter just to remind us to open our hearts and homes and share the pervious years harvest with those less fortune now that’s a gift worth giving and receiving.
Blessed be
Lady LaFay

songs of pagan lyrics

The season is the winter solstice Yule ।the celebration

A wonderful winter holiday to gather spend time with family and friends keeping the flam of the new born sun alive through out the night. Singing and make marry with song of pagan lyrics like these.

The Story Tellers and The Hornet Spooklight, Joplin Missouri. "Devil's...

The story tellers is a compiled family history a genealogy of sur names
And a story I would like to share from grandfather Jack Wright the devils promenade

Devils Promanade Hornet Spooklight

Grand Father Elishia Jack Wright was born in january of 1892 along a stretch of road known as the Devils promanade located between Oklahoma and Joplin Missouri,he would tell tells of the light , It has gone by many names as it has made it's appearances here in a place called the "Devil's Promenade", but it's most commonly known as the Hornet Spook Light.
The Spooklight, also called the Hornet Spooklight, is a mysterious visual phenomenon allegedly experienced by witnesses in a small area known locally as the "Devil's Promenade" on the border between southwestern Missouri and northeastern Oklahoma west of the small town of Hornet, Missouri.

Despite the fact that it is named after a small, unincorporated community in Missouri from which it is most commonly accessed, the light is most commonly described as being visible from inside the Oklahoma border looking to the west. The Spooklight is commonly described as a single ball of light or a tight grouping of lights that is said to appear in the area regularly, usually at night. Although the description of the light is similar to that of other visual phenomena witnessed throughout the world, the term "Spooklight" when standing alone generally refers to this specific case. Numerous legends exist that attempt to describe the origin of the Spooklight, one of which involves the ghosts of two young Native American lovers looking for each other.
According to most accounts, it has appeared continually since the late 19th Century,[1] although it was generally not well known to anyone but locals until after World War II. Some date the first encounters with the light back to the Trail of Tears in the 1830s. However, the first documented sighting is generally accepted to have occurred in 1881, although some report sightings as far back as 1866.

The Story Tellers...

The Story Tellers...
By:
Della M. Cummings Wright
Re-written by her Grand Daughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson
The Story Tellers: We are the chosen ones.

My feelings are that in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors, to put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.

To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as it were by our genes.

Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story! So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family? You would be proud of us! How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.

It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference, and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it.

It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.

It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us.

So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.

That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.












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Moved to Sabetha

We have sold the House and moved to Sabetha Kansas.
Bill and Denise sold their house in Axtell ,and bought a house on 13th st .so i have our grand kids right around the block from us,it is wonderful to have the grand kids so close,we love it.

I would like to wish you all a very happy Winter season Keep warm.
here is our Holiday Card for 2011-2012 Season