When one walks through Kittanning, Pennsylvania today it is difficult realizing a great people once lived and died here many years ago. Those people were mainly the people of the great Lenni-Lenape tribe. They are better known as the Delaware Indians.
These natives lived here, possibly, from as early as 1723. They had been moved west because of the English push and, sad to say, treachery from greedy people of the time. They had lived in peace for many years under William Penn and his fairness to them.
The year of 1755, a different Indian lived in Kit-Han-Ne. (Kittanning) They now had allied themselves with the French and began an all out war with the English, and others to their east.
To thwart these native incursions under the war chiefs, Shingas and Captain Jacobs, a Lieutenant Colonel John Armstrong and 307 men traveled east to attack the natives at their home.
The attack came on September the 8th of 1756. The Indians were miraculously taken by surprise. However, the Pennsylvania troops suffered much as well. the force retreated at one point, but the Delaware and Shawnee living there were met with a morale defeat. They eventually moved further east. Their raids, however, continued.
I wrote a book called The ATTACK ON KIT-HAN-NE. The book can be ordered through: Mechling Bookbindery at http://www.mechlingbooks.com
The original 48 X 30 inch painting shown above was started in 2008. I wasn’t excited about the art and shelved it for a time. The art was much too busy. I was trying to show so much of the area and the art just didn’t work. A couple of years ago I “attacked” the painting and eliminated much of the background.
Hope you like the painting.
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The last few months allowed Laurie and I to attend a couple of concerts featuring Vince Gill and Marty Stuart with their bands. The musicians are top notch and the vocals and harmony vocals are sounds of musical perfection.
Vince Gill sang away with many of his hits from over the years as did Marty Stuart.
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I looked outside early this morning to see some movement along a brick wall bordering the driveway. I realized the movement was from baby skunks. In fact, there were four of the little fellers.
They would pace back and forth and play like puppies some. I attempted to understand what was transpiring here. Where was their mother? Did she get killed somehow? Was she searching for food?
I moved close to the little ones eventually feeling quite safe. I have been sprayed on several occasions and I really didn’t wish to have an odor on my body this day.
I attempted to lure them by sound and eventually took a turkey feather and dragged it along in front of them. Two skunks responded and followed me to behind the garage. I placed some boards along the lower deck to, hopefully, keep them in place. I was wanting to keep them away from the road.
The second two didn’t respond the same and they kept moving away. I looked back and one of the other skunks had gotten over the board and was coming to me. I picked the skunk up and replaced him behind the garage again and added another board. Where was the other one? It went into the garage and I caught it and tried to do something, but these little black and white fur balls would not cooperate at all!
I gave in and looked for the two I didn’t catch and now three had disappeared. They had to be under the deck. I placed the other captured skunk near the deck and it went under.
I certainly hope they avoid the road, but I did all I can realistically do. I am hoping the mother is under the deck too.
UPDATE: On Sunday June 25, I picked up the three remaining skunks and transported them to the woodlands. I had lost one the evening before as the skunk fell through a grate and I couldn’t retrieve it.
I was giving them feed and they were eating. I realized they would not be able to survive here at the house due to a road and traffic and the fact they were wandering more and more.
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We discussed options for Father’s day. My sister Ruthie Wolfe suggested we go for a picnic and Clear Creek State park became the site where we would go.
The six of us arrived at the park on a beautiful summer-like day. We saw some deer including three young bucks. We watched for bear too. Mom wished to see a bear, but the only ones we saw were a distortion of facts. Three of us, on a hike, decided to play political personnel with her and spin some facts. We told her we saw a bear with two cubs. Later, we told her the truth.
Some of us did do some limited hiking within the confines of the park. I always enjoy traveling through the woods searching for things to see and photos to take.
The actual Clear Creek was flowing faster than normal due to the amounts of recent rain, but the waters were clear and pure. However, the Clarion River was high and slightly brown. The Clear Creek flows into the Clarion River.
My step father Bob appreciated the event. He has filled my father’s shoes in many ways. The six of us make up the family. My mom Ruth and Bob. My sister, Ruthie and her husband Tim and Laurie and I make up the Last of the Mohicans.
Bob and Ruthie trying to be photographers!
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The last area of the Hocking Hills adventure was to the Cantwell Cliffs. As stated I love exploring around rocky outcrops and this site didn’t disappoint me.
The cliffs were beautiful to behold. We, also, walked a trail down through a wooded hollow. At the gorge’s end a steep rock shelter was
Fat Woman’s Squeeze
found. One needs to work through two huge rocks known as the “Fat Woman’s Squeeze”. Hand hewn rock steps flow through these rocks. Many other man-made steps are located at various places to aid in walking.
The large trees were quite impressive as well. We later worked another trail, that for the most part, flowed the cliffs upper rim.
The hollow features a small stream known as Buck Run.
View from the rim.
As we walked these trails the skies darkened and a light rain began to fall. Threats of severe weather forced a decision to abandon the hikes for another time.
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While visiting this Hocking Hills, Ohio area, we checked out the famous site known as Old Man’s Cave. (We actually went here twice over our visit.) This is a most interesting place to walk around and enjoy nature’s beauty.
A hermit named Richard Rowe lived in the large recess cave of this gorge. The man’s family moved to this area of Ohio in 1796 from the Cumberland mountains of Tennessee. Rowe lived the remaining years of his life here and is believed to have been buried beneath the cave’s ledge.
Nathaniel and Pat Rayon, also, moved to this area in 1795. They built a cabin north of the cave. They, too, are buried in or near the cave.
The Old Man’s Cave area consists of an upper and lower gorge with three distinct waterfalls flowing through the hollow. The entire gorge cuts through 150 feet thick sandstone. The gorge is about half a mile long.
The actual cave area is about 200 feet in length and fifty feet high with a depth of seventy-five feet. As a boy I would crawl into and around rocky outcrops along the Crooked Creek watershed areas near Cochran’s Mill and Rearick’s Ford of Pennsylvania. I have always loved exploring such places so you might guess I was childlike during these excursions here at Old Man’s Cave.
Laurie and I went to visit Cedar Falls and we noticed a couple of females of the Oriental race. The youngest approached us with a deeply concerned look on her face. they were bewildered.
They had walked a two-mile trail from this cave area believing the trail would circle back. It ended at Cedar Falls. I pointed to the trail’s end for their return, but finally they admitted they were tired. We gave them a lift back to their car at the cave’s site.
Another man-made items to see at the Old man’s Cave are the stone bridges; stone fences, hewn tunnels into the rocks and hewn stone steps. These features fit nicely with the natural beauty of the area.
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Mu cousin Donnie and I stood along the field’s edge waiting for the music of gobbling turkeys. A very distant tom gobbled at 5:20 A.M. There was silence for ten minutes and we were wondering why the woods were so quiet with such a beautiful morning.
Suddenly, a gobbler erupted with his morning serenade soon to be joined by a couple of more. Donnie and I moved towards these birds and set up. We were close.
I could see something white as I called and the birds gobbled. The white proved to be a skunk with more white on it’s body than black.
Another gobbler opened up about way off. The close birds left the roost and thundered away. I called once more to await their next move and then I heard it…soft yelps from the direction of the gobblers. This hunt was over.
I contacted Donnie asking if we should move towards the distant gobbler and we were in agreement. We jumped in our vehicles and headed the mile distance. I saw the gobblers and hen in a field below where we were calling from moments ago.
Deer and squirrels were prevalent and we lucked out seeing a very young fawn with the mama. What a beautiful sight to see.
As you may have guessed the bird that was gobbling his head off moments ago was now quiet. I mustered one “here I am” gobble from him with a loud call as we walked about. Two hens were in the field.
We heard another gobbler off to our right and we headed towards that bird and, it too, was quiet by the time we closed in. Another gobbler began gobbling way across a road and hollow.
We began a tour along the ridge and calling. We heard a gobbler answer me down slope and he began gobbling on it’s own. This can be a good sign for the hunter. We set up and I heard hen talk again off in the woods. The tom shut up! I heard two other gobblers off in the distance.
Donnie stood around listening and talking about our dad’s and uncle’s and their leaving us. I looked behind me in the field was a gobbler. He may have seen us as we circled around the woods for a better position for he disappeared.
We quit around 9:45 for the heat was becoming stifling. Later my allergies claimed me and made life discomfiting. Oh well!
I saw a nice longbeard on my way home.
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