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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Mystery of The Mary Celeste




The Mary Celeste

On a wintry November morning in 1872, Captain Benjamin Briggs, his wife Sarah, their two-year-old daughter Sophia and a crew of seven set sail from New York Harbor on the Canadian-built brigantine Mary Celeste, bound for Genoa, Italy. The ship’s hold contained 1,700 barrels of industrial alcohol intended for fortifying Italian wines. Despite the late time of year and reports of bad weather across the Atlantic, Briggs had high expectations for the journey, writing in a letter to his mother, “Our vessel is in beautiful trim and I hope we shal [sic] have a fine passage.”



The “fine passage” quickly turned into one of history’s most chilling maritime mysteries. On December 4, some 600 miles west of Portugal, the helmsman of the Canadian merchant ship Dei Gratia spotted an odd sight through his spyglasses: a vessel with slightly torn sails that seemed to be careening out of control. The Dei Gratia’s captain, David Reed Morehouse, immediately identified the ship as the Mary Celeste; in a strange twist, he and Benjamin Briggs were old friends, and had dined together shortly before their respective departures from New York. When a crew from the Dei Gratia boarded the Mary Celeste, almost everything was present and accounted for, from the cargo in the hold to the sewing machine in the captain’s cabin. Missing, however, were the ship’s only lifeboat–and all of its passengers.



Where happened to the Briggs family and the Mary Celeste’s crew members? Some have suggested that pirates kidnapped them, while others have speculated that a sudden waterspout washed them away. Over the years, the search for a true answer to the Mary Celeste puzzle has come to center on the ship’s cargo. Industrial alcohol can emit highly potent fumes, which may have led the crew to fear an explosion and temporarily evacuate into the lifeboat. At that point, a gale may have swept the ship away, leaving its former passengers stranded and cementing the Mary Celeste’s reputation as the archetypal ghost ship.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Maria "Belle Boyd"-Spy

Maria "Belle" Boyd-Spy

May 4, 1844 – June 11, 1900



Maria "Belle" Boyd, Confederate spy. (Courtesy of the Library of Congress.) Isabelle "Belle" Boyd was one of the Confederacy's most notorious spies. She was born in May 1844 in Martinsburg, Virginia (now West Virginia) to a prosperous family with strong Southern ties. During the Civil War, her father was a soldier in the Stonewall Brigade, and at least three other members of her family were convicted of being Confederate spies.



Following a skirmish at nearby Falling Waters on July 2, 1861, Federal troops occupied Martinsburg. On July 4, Belle Boyd shot and killed a drunken Union soldier who, as she wrote in her post-war memoirs, "addressed my mother and myself in language as offensive as it is possible to conceive. I could stand it no longer...we ladies were obliged to go armed in order to protect ourselves as best we might from insult and outrage." She did not suffer any reprisal for this action, "the commanding officer...inquired into all the circumstances with strict impartiality, and finally said I had 'done perfectly right.'" Thus began her career as "the Rebel Spy" at age 17.



By early 1862 her activities were well known to the Union Army and the press, who dubbed her "La Belle Rebelle," "the Siren of the Shenandoah," "the Rebel Joan of Arc," and "Amazon of Secessia." In fact, the New York Tribune described her whole attire, "…a gold palmetto tree [pin] beneath her beautiful chin, a Rebel soldier's belt around her waist, and a velvet band across her forehead with the seven stars of the Confederacy shedding their pale light therefrom…the only additional ornament she required to render herself perfectly beautiful was a Yankee halter [noose] encircling her neck."



Boyd frequented the Union camps, gathering information, and also acting as a courier. According to her memoirs (which were exaggerated) she managed to eavesdrop through a peephole on a Council of War while visiting relatives whose home in Front Royal, Virginia was being used as a Union headquarters.



Learning that Union Major General Nathanial Banks' forces had been ordered to march, she rode fifteen miles to inform Confederate Major General Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson who was nearby in the Shenandoah Valley. She returned home under cover of darkness. Several weeks later, on May 23, when she realized Jackson was about to attack Front Royal, she ran onto the battlefield to provide the General with last minute information about the Union troop dispositions. Jackson's aide, Lieutenant Henry Kyd Douglas, described seeing "the figure of a woman in white glide swiftly out of town...she seemed...to heed neither weeds nor fences, but waved a bonnet as she came on." Boyd later wrote, "the Federal pickets...immediately fired upon me...my escape was most providential...rifle-balls flew thick and fast about me...so near my feet as to throw dust in my eyes...numerous bullets whistled by my ears, several actually pierced different parts of my clothing." Jackson captured the town and acknowledged her contribution and her bravery in a personal note.



Boyd's flirtations with Union officers, however, were her strongest source of influence. Contemporaries noted that "without being beautiful, she is very attractive...quite tall...a superb figure...and dressed with much taste." On one occasion, she wooed a Northern soldier to whom, she wrote, "I am indebted for some very remarkable effusions, some withered flowers, and last, but not least, for a great deal of very important information...I must avow the flowers and the poetry were comparatively valueless in my eyes." Boyd continued, "I allowed but one thought to keep possession of my mind—the thought that I was doing all a woman could do for her country's cause."



Boyd was arrested six or seven times, but managed to avoid incarceration until July 29, 1862, when she was finally imprisoned in Old Capitol Prison in Washington, D.C. She was released after a month as part of a prisoner exchange, but was arrested again in July 1863. Boyd was not a model inmate. She waved Confederate flags from her window, she sang Dixie, and devised a unique method of communicating with supporters outside. Her contact would shoot a rubber ball into her cell with a bow and arrow and Boyd would sew messages inside the ball. In December 1863 she was released and banished to the South. She sailed for England on May 8, 1864 and was arrested again as a Confederate courier. She finally escaped to Canada with the help of a Union naval officer, Lieutenant Sam Hardinge, and eventually made her way to England where she and Hardinge were married on August 25, 1864.



Boyd remained in England for two years writing her memoirs, Belle Boyd in Camp and Prison, and achieving success on the stage. She returned to America, a widow and mother, in 1866 where she continued her stage career and lectured on her war experiences; she billed her show as "The Perils of a Spy" and herself as "Cleopatra of the Secession."



In 1869, she married John Swainston Hammond, an Englishman who had fought for the Union Army. In November 1884, sixteen years and four children later, she divorced Hammond. Two months later she married Nathaniel High, Jr., an actor seventeen years her junior. She died, in poverty, of a heart attack at age 56 on June 11, 1900 while on tour in Kilbourn (now Wisconsin Dells), Wisconsin. She is buried there, in Spring Grove Cemetery.







By Mary Lou Groh. Sources include Belle Boyd's autobiography, Belle Boyd, In Camp and Prison; Spies of the Confederacy by John Bakeless, published by J. B. Lippincott Co.; The War the Women Lived by Walter Sullivan, published by J.S. Sanders & Co.; Spies and Spymasters of the Civil War by Donald E. Markle, published by Hippocrene Books; Mighty Stonewall by Frank E. Vandiver, published by Texas and A&M Press; and The Secret War for the Union by Edwin C. Fishel, published by Houghton Mifflin Co.

Dorothy! We're Not In Kansas Anymore!

My Worst Nightmare!


Yikes!


Believe It Or Not!

Giant Chalk Man Linked to County's Fertility Boom!




(NewsCore) - Women living in towns around a giant carving of a chalk man rumored to have the power to improve fertility have more children than women living anywhere else in England, The (London) Daily Telegraph reported Tuesday.



Figures show that the county of North Dorset, southwestern England, has the highest fertility rate in the country, with each woman bearing an average of three children.



The county is home to the famous Cerne Abbas Giant, a 55-meter (180-foot) chalk figure carved into a countryside hill. The figure is thought to date back to at least the late 17th century.



Local folklore holds that a woman who sleeps on the figure will be blessed with high fertility rates. Having sex on the figure is rumored to cure infertility.



Women in the central London district of Westminster had the lowest fertility rate, with 1.16 children per woman.



The figures were published by the U.K. Office for National Statistics.


Who Knew?

Thanks to MSN.com!

How One Yesteryear Comic Book Saved A Present-Day Family!


Superman Comic Saves Family From Foreclosure






 It was Superman to the rescue for a family that was just about to lose their home to foreclosure.



According to Asylum.com , the discovery of Action Comics No. 1 in their basement saved the day.



Worth about $250,000 in the condition found, the debut Superman comic book that started it all for the superhero, had been hidden away in a box since the 1950s.



“They said they came across a box that had magazines in it and some old comic books,” comic book dealer Stephen Fishler said. “And that they came across what appears to be an Action #1.”



Doubtful at first, Fishler says once they sent him a cell phone picture of the comic book he realized it was the real deal.



Luckily for the family, that prefers to remain anonymous, they found their hidden gem as they were packing up their belongings due to the bank’s foreclosure proceedings on their home.



It was the wife’s father who had likely put the comic into the box back in the 1950s as the home had been in the family’s possession since then.



The couple told Fishler they are “still a little shell-shocked about finding this book. I was so nervous when I realized what it was worth. I know I am very fortunate, but I will be greatly relieved when this book finds a new home.”



According to Tonic.com , Fishler is the one who sold an Action #1 in February for $1 million and another one a month later for $1.5 million.



The copy that saved the family from losing their home, was on display at Comic-Con in San Diego over the weekend where it was to be officially graded.



Fishler was counting on a VG+ (Very Good) rating that should garner at least $250,000 when it is sold on ComicConnect .




Thanks msn.com!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Young Judy Garland

The Good Old Days!



We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it. ~George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss, 1860



Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect! ~Owens Lee Pomeroy



If you're yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning. ~Griff Niblack



People seem to get nostalgic about a lot of things they weren't so crazy about the first time around. ~Author Unknown



It's never safe to be nostalgic about something until you're absolutely certain there's no chance of its coming back. ~Bill Vaughn



The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealized past. ~Robertson Davies, A Voice from the Attic



It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia. ~Ted Koppel



Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days. ~Doug Larson



Things ain't what they used to be and probably never was. ~Will Rogers



Nostalgia is a seductive liar. ~George Wildman Ball



Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory. ~Franklin Pierce Adams



True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories. ~Florence King



I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine. ~Lou Reed



Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia? Our time is forever now! ~Alice Childress



Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had.... ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960