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Our Christmas Tree

    Laurie and I erected the Christmas tree today. This is not a holiday tree either!!  

The Christmas bear!

 Over the last several years our tree has been only about four feet high or so. One year we decorated the tree in an old-fashioned way. We used popcorn  strings; homemade gingerbread cookies; we made colored ribbon strips; turkey feathers; pine cones and even used an old robin nest!                                              

In the corner behind that tree I placed my smoothbore musket with hunting bag and powder horn. The entire feel was like the pre-Victorian era, something one might imagine in a country person’s home. We did cheat some by placing small lights around the tree.

Hope you Christmas is grand

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On Saturday evening, October 1st, I received a call from Lori Harris of the Family life TV Station in Kittanning, Pennsylvania. She and her husband, David Croyle were in need of some music for their Sunday Night Live show. Some phone calls were made and by evening’s end some music would be present for the show. The “band” would consist of Danna Vernon on vocals and her husband, Dick Vernon would play bass guitar. Walt Marr would play drums and I chose to play rhythm, acoustic guitar. We managed to perform a few songs.                                                                                     

Gobblers

  With a warming spell coming on I elected to complete some signing issues at the Kittanning Free Methodist Church.  prior to using adhesive and screws to install the sign I went for a walk on the local state game lands 147. This walk produced one deer and three longbeards. I went in search of a small buck I found last spring, but failed to win out over the multiflora rose brambles that had covered much of te area where the buck had been . I aborted the mission after many gouges on my arms and legs. I eliminated about 8 ticks on this walk.

Bob Miller with .22 rifle

Thursday morning , my step-father, Bob and I went to the Cherry Run Gun, Rod and Reel Club to do some shooting. I chose some back roads to see what wildlife would be visible. We saw some deer  and two flocks of turkeys, one flock consisted of five gobblers. We shot our.22 rifles. I had taken a bad fall and knocked my scope off and wanted to adjust the crosshairs. I had some issues with this process until I realized this scope’s adjustment was not what I thought. I had assumed each click represented 1/4 inch on the target, but my scope” click represented 1/2 inch on the target.  Duh! I, also, shot the 30.06 a few times.                                                                                           

Cherry Run Gun, Rod and Reel Club

  

Susan Thomas (Belle Boyd)

  Thursday evening, Laurie and I were to attend the “Armstrong County Historical and Genealogical Society” fall dinner.  This was held at the Kittanning Free Methodist Church too. The signing issue was right on time! The guest speaker was Susan G.F. Thomas of Butler. She did a 1st person interpretation of “Belle Boyd-Confederate Spy”. She was dressed in Civil war era clothing along with a southern accent.

     Friday morning , another hike was in the making as I transversed near the Limestone Run area of Armstrong County. The two and half hour walk failed to see any deer or turkeys. However, a few squirrels were viewed.

Commander at Rest

   Saturday afternoon, I dressed and transported the painting, “The WHEATFIELD-WHIRLPOOL OF DEATH”to the Worthington Library. A Civil War informational event was present and approximately 15 people were in attendance to see and hear about what our Armstrong County boys had been involved in during the Civil war.                     

Painting at the 62nd Pennsylvania tent

    

Today, October 9, Laurie and I attended a Bible Seminar near Duncansville, Pennsylvania. Of course, the weather was beautiful and the leaves were well on their way in color. The speaker at this event was the 84-year-old, Les Feldick, a man I have grown to admire greatly in regards with his Biblical knowledge.

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Gettysburg Visit

  

Sherfy barn and fencing at Emmitsburg Road

      

63rd PVI Memorial (photo -Slim Bowser)

 Friday, September 2, my friend, Robert “Slim” Bowser and myself headed to that great place known as Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. The reasons for our visit were varied. We stopped by some businesses to present viewings of the print, “The Wheatfield-Whirlpool of Death”.  We discussed options with a business that specializes in shirts and sweat-shirts. We are waiting for his numbers for production of shirts. (This will take about a week.)

View my ancestor would have seen

   I had the opportunity to meet, and have lunch with, a fine gentleman named Mike Smith. He, like Slim, is a Civil War historian. He portrays General Buford who was engaged in that great conflict of Gettysburg.

One of my personal highlights was visiting and studying the site where my ancestor, Simon Blystone fought  on July 2nd, 1863.  He was with Company G of the 63rd Pennsylvania. For those of you familiar with the battle field  he was west of the Emmitsburg Road and the Peach Orchard and near the Sherfy buildings. Here they erected a breastwork of rail fences for defense. After fierce fighting they were eventually pulled back due to running low of ammunition. This may have been one factor of my ancestor’s life being spared. (He later was killed at the Battle of the Wilderness. See  earlier blogs from around Memorial Day 2011 .)

from the 63rd monument

  Walking around this site just knowing he was there and all those that fought and died is a humbling and emotional  experience for me. (A photo of the Blystone homestead exists. The buildings were in the Cherry Run area of Armstrong County, Pennsylvania.)

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First Place At Car Show

   

Bob and mom with the trophy

  My step-father, Bob Miller received the first place honor at a car show at Elderton Pennsylvania. The event was held on July 30th, 2011. I had forgotten about the show until Bob and my mother (Ruth) pulled into the drive way later that same evening. I watched Bob glowingly remove his first place honor from the car.

Bob has a 1954 Chevy Bel-Aire with only some 26.000 original miles on it. And it is a beauty!Bob has placed in three shows since his first show last year. He has placed second and third in previous shows.  (He has only entered three shows too.) This is his first “First Place” trophy.

Congratulations Bob!

For photos of this car, please click on “My Family” at the right column and go to the June19, 2010 blog.

My cousin, Donnie Smail received second place in his class with a 1972 Mach 1 Mustang. I think I will enter myself as an old antique something or rather next time. Ya just never know!

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     Bob and I went for a short walk down the road where I grew up along Silvis Hollow Road. The very comfortable summer weather was inviting.  I pointed out some initials carved into the rocks that border the old “Joe Blair Hill”. This is the name we locals call this hill since a lawyer by the name of Blair lived on the flats just prior to going down slope on this hill. I am sure the initials were of some relationship to the Blair family.     

   Along the way, I showed Bob where I had earlier taken the photo of a buck and doe. The photo turned out better than I expected due to the darkness of the early morning woods.

We later turned north onto the Rupp Church Road and shortly exited to travel along through the woods. I showed Bob some of the areas I trapped, hiked and hunted as a younger person. I found it great to see old haunts again.

Milkweed blossom

  Later I dropped off some rocks at my friend RandyTost’s home. He wasn’t home so they were left on the porch. Randy is wanting to make some tomahawks for his grandkids. He plans to insert the rocks into live trees and allow the ends to grow together to engulf the rock. This was a method used by Native Americans in the past. Whoops… he now knows where the rocks came from.   Me and the river!

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Morning

  I spent the very early hours of the morning of Memorial  Day in the woods.(In fact, I wrote this blog during that time too.) What a great place to reflect! Of course, my thoughts, as they so often do, drifted back to some early years of my father and I trekking over these same hills and hollows. Further thoughts took me back to the time when my dad pointed out his name on a, long gone, memorial along the street in Elderton, Pennsylvania.  My little chest puffed out with pride! This was a big deal for a five or six year-old as it is today!

      Although, I can’t recall these memories, but, I was told I would stand at attention, when I first could do so, anytime the “Star-Spangled Banner” would be heard.

I am old enough to remember when McArthur and Churchhill passed away. These were a couple of the “big guys” from the WW2 era. I recall hearing of the passing of the last Civil War veteran, as well as the last World War 1 soldier. Now the World war 2 veterans are rapidly aging followed quickly by the Korean and Viet Nam vets!    

Our native Columbine

I remembered some details of war stories from my father. Some of the places he was and the things he witnessed could easily ruin good men. Biblically speaking, there will be a time when all things old and present will be gone and there will be no more war. What a day that will be! The way many things are falling into place I suspect the terrible times coming will not be far off before that time of PEACE.

On Sunday,Pastor Wayne Sawyer of the Kittanning Free Methodist Church had the beginning moments of the film “Saving Private Ryan” shown. I turned my head to avoid watching the man and his family at the gravesite of the captain responsible for his life. I know my results. Powerful!

Song Sparrow

  

Cherry Run

    Later, Laurie and I will cook some burgers on the grill and I will, no doubt, watch some war movie.In most recent years I would dress in my 18th century apparel and walk the Memorial Day parade. The man in charge of that event too has passed. Another great patriot named Herman Rupert. I had him as a teacher in high school too.

Native Iris-Blue Flag

   I did see a few squirrels and some deer. I saw a woodcock too. I left the woods after 8:00 A. M. The woods were quiet as was I. It was a good morning!

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Memorial Day causes me to ponder on the reasons of war and those involved. My father, Allen K. Smail instilled a deep respect and honor towards are veterans. He was in the European theater during WWll. He saw concentration camps and other many sites most of us would cringe in terror over seeing.

I have been searching for details of my ancestors of the Blystone side of my family who fought in that great and bloody Civil War! Also, this year is the 150th anniversary of that conflict where brothers fought against brothers.(That equals three 50 year life spans. Not very long ago in this comparison!) My grandmother on my father’s side was a Blystone. She married, my grandfather, Alpha Kline Smail. Her father (my great grandfather) was Archibald Blystone.

My great-great grandfather, John Blystone married a full-blooded Seneca (not-confirmed yet) named Anna Fultz. Their lives and their families resided in the Indiana and Armstrong County areas of Pennsylvania. They had 15 children.  Of these six males (possibly seven) were involved in the Civil War.

names on Armstrong County War memorial

Simon Blystone enlisted in 1861 in the 63rd, Company G, Pennsylvania Volunteers. (later that year brothers, William and George enlisted to.) Simon was in Gettysburg. If my memory serves me his name, at least, is on the Pennsylvania monument there at the battlefield. I found information where he was mustered into service in 1864. This confused me for Gettysburg was in 1863. Further searching proved he had renlisted in January 1864. He was killed in the Battle of the Wilderness in May of 1864. He is buried in a mass grave. There is a photo reportedly of Simon Blystone. I have only seen a poor quality reproduction.

William Blystone enlisted in the same outfit as Simon 1861 and , he too, reenlisted in 1864. William was wounded in the leg at Petersburg, Virginia and died during a leg amputation. He is buried in grave # 985 at City point National Cemetery.

George Blystone enlisted in the same outfit as Simon and William. He was wounded in the upper leg and spent the remaining war in various hospitals. He died in a mining accident in 1895.

Henry Blystone was in Company I, 46th Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteers.  He was with General Sherman’s “March to the Sea.”  There is a photo of an aged, white-bearded Henry in the early 1900 era. He had his uniform on with medals. He, and his descendents used the name Sherman to name sons. He died in 1912.

Henry Blystone is second from left.  (Front row)

Henry Blystone is second from left. (Front row)

John Blystone was in the POT., Company E, 54th regiment of the Pennsylvania Infantry.  He is listed as to being in the war only a few months. I would like to know the reasons for this.

Archibald Blystone, as I stated earlier, was my great-grandfather. I have found two reports as his units. One was the 102nd, company H, Pennsylvania Infantry and the other listed as Company K, 107th. He was wounded at Dabney Mills, Virginia. The wound was a bullet graze across the crown of his head. The scar was permanent. He died in 1899.

Walter Blystone is the man with some unknowns. He died of typhoid fever either while joining the war effort or after. His date of death is listed at one site as “around 1860”.  Another site claims his death to be in 1861.There is one report discovered stating three of the Blystones boys died in the Civil war. Walter may be, indeed, the third.

I am humbled and proud of these ancestors. Although I may never be able to pull enough information together to tell their complete stories I intend to look for details.

REMEMBER MEMORIAL DAY AND ESPECIALLY OUR VETERANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dandelion seeds ready for a wind

   I took Bob out to another area to hunt. I described the hike to the top would be a long and gradual climb. He was OK with the effort. We reached the field’s edge at 5:20A.M. and shortly heard a distant gobble. Within the next five minutes we heard 5, possibly seven,  different gobblers. At least, several were way across the hollows and roads. This is a most deceiving area to hunt. Turkey hunters know how a bird half a mile or more away can sometimes sound much closer in such circumstances.

We set up and one gobbler and within a few minutes the birds were all silent. Occasionally, for the next ten minutes or so, a distant gobbler was heard.

We began a quick tour of  the area and within a few more minutes all was silent. Although, I had taken allergy meds I began having symptoms in my eyes. the top of this hill had a large hay-field.

   Bob was becoming admittedly tired and we were both very wet from the high wet fields and steady light rain. I suggested we quit early and he was in agreement.  I did hear two gobbles upon leaving on a very distant ridge.

We saw a couple of deer and a great blue heron. I, also, stopped along the Cherry Run Road to remove and relocate a box turtle from the road. This turtle would be the second box turtle I have seen this spring.

Readers of my blog recognize that Bob is my step father of a couple of years now. He did say to me this morning if he would have had his own son he would have hoped he would have been like me.  Wow! I thanked him!!!

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   I continued the elevation along the hill until I entered a gas line. I called and was immediately answered by a gobbler up on top of the grade. I walked up and called prior to going up and over the crest. He answered again and much closer. I searched for a good set up place and finding none I squatted low among the ferns and limbs, shotgun ready. I called again and an answer. I visualised the event as my friend Kip Feroce always says to do.

Shortly, I could hear the drumming sounds of a gobbler in strut. Hearing these sounds means one thing to the turkey hunter. ..HE’S CLOSE! I could see the fanned-tail at the crest of the hill. The bird continued looking and strutting.  The sights were aligned and the gobbler was harvested. Laurie has turkey for her famous meatball recipe again!

   The shot was at 26 yards. the bird was over twenty pounds with a beard length of eleven and three-fourth inches. The pointed 7/8 inch spurs told me he was a three-year old gobbler.

However, the day up to this time, had some issues. I set up on a gobbler at another hunting site. I was approximately 100-125 yards from the roosted bird. The woodlands were relatively open and I was on the same plateau as he was. All seemed good. His last gobble, still from the tree, was at 7:00. His next gobbles (three of them) was across the hollow and towards the top. I figured had to be a female (hen) involved somehow.

I edged along the side listening up and over when suddenly the coughing associated with asthma began to occur. I muffled the first series. I eased up over to look across an open woods and just as I began to call the second phase hit me and hit hard. I coughed loudly and saw a hen and gobbler running. The third series forced me to throw up some phlegm. After that I was tired. frustrated, and not sure what to do. I laid down for a sleep and later wrote down some writings for future ideas.

Bob thought it was a grouse!

  At 9:30, I decide to head to another spot. I felt the need to get away from these hills and hollows. I have been concentrating at these areas for Bob’s sake. It is fairly easy for him to walk about across the hollow. (Bob saw several turkeys and a deer smelling his decoy.)

I returned to the car to see a feather on the wiper. This is cousin Donnie and my way of communicating a kill. He called in two 2-year old gobblers and bagged one.

I arrived  about a mile away and crossed Cherry Run and began the climb to the top. The rest of the story is above!!!

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Last evening when I took my springer out to a business call our ferret, Quincy eluded me, passing by the door before the spring pulled it closed.  He is fast and I never saw him. His bell and collar was removed for a bath and he carried it under the bed and Laurie failed to search for it. With Suzie taken care of I jumped in bed. Laurie, began to call for Quincy and he didn’t respond. I grabbed a flashlight and his treat container and went outside. Lucky for me our neighbors were still setting outside their garage, Portia saw me and immediately called to me. Yes, Quincy had just been past them. I found him and lured the little weasel to me with a treat. Thankful the neighbors were out!

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   I was perched at the highest point well before daybreak. The gobblers were, both, opposite this hill today. Both were in inaccessible areas. I checked around and failed to locate any other birds. I went to site where Bob is hunting and after a brief discussion I went onward to call and listen.

Sometime prior to eight o’clock I called ans was answered by a lusty gobble. Unfortunately, for me he came in quick and caught me ill-prepared. he wasn’t overly spooked just aware something wasn’t right. I made a large semi-circle around and below this position an shortly he was gobbling again. The mood was not the mood I was hoping for and he had periods of silence too. I actually laid down for a nap.

Two deer

  Upon awakening I called and a distant gobble was heard. I maneuvered several times  often receiving answers to my calling at distances of as close as eighty yards. The big bird eventually dropped across a ravine into an area with  pines. I actually began to walk and call and the gobbler was going nuts following me but refusing to come back across to me.

I retreated because quitting time was rapidly approaching. I circled and came into the pine area. He would gobble and I would move. Finally, I reached the top of the hill. For what ever reason, the winds picked up around 11:00 and before long the bird was silent. I wondered if the winds had a role with his silence. Could he have seen me during a move?  I doubted that idea.

Bear sign!

  I slowly toured along the ridge calling periodically when I discovered a place where a bear had been sleeping. Now, I am not sure if this happened, but could the bear have winded me during the windy times causing it to leave the bed and walk towards the turkey?  The answer is .. yes! I have been seeing plenty of bear signs on my hunts. I tasted this pile twice and still couldn’t determine what the bear had been eating.

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What a fragrance!

While working the bird my mother called me concerning my uncle. Harold Yount is in the hospital with some potentially serious health issues going on. Also, my aunt, Ethel Burkett fell and is at the hospital too.

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