What Will YOUR Children Find …? – (Story and YouTube)

Some Kids Were Digging In Their Backyard When They Hit Something Police Have Never Seen Anything Like This We all grow up digging around in sand boxes hoping to strike it rich and find some hidden ancient treasures. What we typically find is an old Matchbox car or a present left behind by a cat. Either way it’s very rare to find something desirable. Well, that’s not quite the case with a young group of boys in California. They were digging in their yard when they found something that would make anyone’s jaw drop and their mouth start drooling. In 1978, these kids were digging in their yard when they came across something big, something metal, and something very very valuable. A buried Ferrari! The boys actually discovered a 1974 Ferrari Dino 246 GTS buried just a few feet under the dirt in their yard. The family had just moved into the house and immediately called authorities who came and roped off the area. A team of investigators arrived and unearthed the rare car. After exhuming the Italian sports car, it was obvious that someone had planned on returning to retrieve the vehicle. It was very crudely mummified with towels in the vents and tape on many of the seams however the windows weren’t fully closed causing a lot of interior damage. Farmers Insurance was contacted and because of the VIN number they traced the last owner. After the investigation, it turns out that the owner of the car had actually hired thieves to steal the car and dump it in the ocean so he could claim insurance on it. The thieves buried the car with the intention of returning to pick it up. The buried Ferrari was then auctioned off after being on display with the incredible story being reported across the nation. It was purchased by a young mechanic who owned his own shop in California. The going price was estimated to be between $5,000 and $9,000. He fully restored the buried Ferrari and often enters the car into car shows. Here are the pictures of the car after the complete restoration. Everything on the car has been restored to the exact factory condition. However, this car comes with some incredible history and an awesome story. The car even has a vanity plate which reads “DUG UP”. How perfect is that? The car even has a vanity plate which reads “DUG UP”. How perfect is that? Source: http://jalopnik.com/5933077/we-solved-the-mystery-of-how-a-ferrari-ended-up-buried-in-someones-yard VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJDT04DOalI

Noblet, Marie Therese Augustine (1889-1030)

Noblet, Marie Thérèse Augustine (1889–1930)

by James Griffin

This article was published in Australian Dictionary of Biography, Volume 11, (MUP), 1988

Marie Thérèse Augustine Noblet (1889-1930), Catholic mystic, was born on 30 September 1889 at Signy-l’Abbaye, Ardennes, France, second of three children of Charles Constant Noblet, a wealthy textile manufacturer, and his second wife Marie Angèle, née Panis, whose piety led them to endow a religious orphanage. In 1894, soon after his business failed, Charles died and the straitened family went to Rheims to Marie’s father, a professor of medicine. Within eighteen months Marie Thérèse’s younger sister, mother and grandmother died, leaving the traumatized child under the care of her awesome grandfather, who placed her as a boarder with the Sisters of the Child Jesus. After his death in 1900 she lived with relatives at Epernay. In 1896 she had received extreme unction for peritonitis which had permanently weakened her. In 1901 she wrote down her first ‘decision for Christ’. Her irregular convent schooling ceased in 1903 but she was undoubtedly steeped in dévot eschatological and legitimist traditions. In 1905, encased in plaster and unable to walk because of dorso-lumbar ‘Pott’s disease’, she was suddenly cured in the Lourdes grotto, becoming the twelfth cure authenticated by the official Medical Bureau. Other ailments followed, and pilgrimages, one of which resulted in an unverified cure.

About 1910 Noblet took a temporary vow of virginity in spite of deep affection, which she retained, for a military officer ‘of good birth’. The Carmelites rejected her because of physical frailty. From 1911 she felt persecuted by devils with such names as Isokoran (whom she believed to be a Japanese spirit of impurity), Sadoc, Jupiter (the most violent), Venus and Cupidon. Her cousin and a priest testified to finding her hurled from her bed and bound intricately and otherwise inexplicably by cords. In 1913, finally accepting her role as ‘victim’, destined to share vicariously in Christ’s sufferings, Noblet felt herself violently stabbed, spat blood, and found a visible subcutaneous cross impressed over her heart. Satan or ‘the old fellow’ called her, she claimed, ‘the child of Calvary’.

In early 1921 near Marseilles, Archbishop Alain de Boismenu, called in as an exorcist, witnessed her recovery from immobilization and blindness; on Holy Thursday she received a further stigma, a purple host below her throat. Believing her mystical powers might help ‘to end Papua’s long pagan lethargy’, Boismenu risked derision by embarking with her for Papua in September; it was no environment for a semi-invalid. At Florival, Kubuna (Mekeo), she was almost immediately professed, contrary to canonical regulations, as mother superior of the recently founded (1918) Congregation of the Handmaids of our Lord. Living alone with and sleeping on a corn-cob mattress like her indigenous Sisters, she is said to have ‘trampled on the barrier of race’. Divine approval was further signified by other transient and idiosyncratic stigmata. As Noblet rejected ‘confidence and admiration’, such symbols were witnessed only by a presumably sane and veracious Boismenu and a few other intimates during her life. Similarly her continuing Satanic ‘possessions’, ‘paroxysms of disgusting hatred’ and intermittent ecstasies were only disclosed to others posthumously. The stigmata are not mentioned in the most recent official history of the Sacred Heart mission (1985) presumably because of post-Vatican II scepticism and because her credibility is relevant to Boismenu’s cause for canonisation.

To her charges and colleagues Mother Noblet appeared ineffably serene, always amiable and homely and devoid of any symptom of artful hysteria. In spite of her constricted upbringing, she was enthusiastic about her ‘daughters’ who climbed palms, played football and swam. Uncomplaining about her insomnia and dolorous infirmities, she travelled fearlessly on horseback in the bush. Her profound spirituality was credited with doubling baptisms to over 16,000 in 1921-30; new convents were founded; in 1927 she was triumphantly acclaimed by the barbaric Fuyughés as their ‘mother’.

Noblet spent most of 1928 in Sydney meeting canonical obligations, inconspicuously attending the International Eucharistic Congress and living at convents where she believed angels administered communion to her. Her death at Kubuna on 15 January 1930 was, said Boismenu, ‘austere, swift and violent … like the death of Him Whose Passion she willed to continue in her body and soul’. She is revered by the Handmaidens who today number over 70 spread over eight dioceses. Photographs reveal a gracile, sorrowful madonna-like figure, hollow-cheeked with sensitive, piquant features. Even in Papua New Guinea her reputation has been obscure, but she influenced the vocation of the first Papua New Guinean Catholic priest and bishop Louis Vangeke and, posthumously, through Boismenu the conversion of the Australian poet and conservative polemicist James McAuley (1917-1976).

Select Bibliography

• A. Pineau, Marie-Thérèse Noblet (Issoudoun, France, 1938)
• A. Dupeyrat, Papouasie (Issoudoun, France, 1935)
• P. Giscard, Mystique ou Hysterie (Paris, 1953?)
• M. Winowska, Malgré toi, Satan (Paris, 1953)
• E. E. R. Elliott, Child of Calvary (Melb, 1961?)
• G. Delbos, The Mustard Seed (Port Moresby, 1985)
• private information.

Gravestone Inscriptions

An Oklahoma Kid’s First Bow And Arrow Set

An Oklahoma Kid’s first Bow and Arrow set
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Don’t know who wrote this but he has a way with words that makes one visualize being right there beside him. Good read.

Life as a child growing up on a farm … in Oklahoma

Around age 10, my dad got me one of those little bad-ass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough “sumbich”.

That got boring, so being the 10 year old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place.

One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether).

A light bulb went off in my head.

I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 year old mouth-breather, like myself, (Ether), really doesn’t “sound” flammable.

So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).

At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder.

My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the (Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. pyrodex and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know?

You know what? Screw that! I’m going back in the house for the other can, so I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we’re cookin’.

I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released, I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck… OH SHOOT! He just got home from work.

So help me God, it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes.

I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can.
Oh shoot.

When the shock wave hit, it knocked me off my feet. I don’t know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 fricking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two.

The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this … THE COTTON PICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big sweet gum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said “was”. That sucker got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport, having what I can only assume is, a Vietnam flashback: ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU’RE BRINGIN’ EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMN IT CEASE FIRE!!!!!

His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft over our backyard.

There is a Honda 185 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don’t know – I know I said something. I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t hear inside my own head.

I don’t think he heard me either… not that it would really matter. I don’t remember much from this point on.

I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later….repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea.

I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR. and Dad screaming “Bring him back to life so I can kill him again”. Thanks Mom.

One thing is for sure… I never had to mow around that stump again.

Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.

Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It’s good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.

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What Is the X in Xmas?

December 11, 2013

Here’s a holiday surprise that only the dictionary can provide. Do you find the word “Xmas,” as an abbreviation for Christmas, offensive? Many people do.

You won’t find Xmas in church songbooks or even on many greeting cards. Xmas is popularly associated with a trend towards materialism, and sometimes the target of people who decry the emergence of general “holiday” observance instead of particular cultural and religious ritual.

But the history of the word “Xmas” is actually more respectable — and fascinating — than you might suspect. First of all, the abbreviation predates by centuries its use in gaudy advertisements. It was first used in the mid 1500s. X is the Greek letter “chi,” the initial letter in the word Χριστός. And here’s the kicker: Χριστός means “Christ.” X has been an acceptable representation of the word “Christ” for hundreds of years. This device is known as a Christogram. The mas in Xmas is the Old English word for “mass.”  (The thought-provoking etymology of “mass” can be found here.) In the same vein, the dignified terms Xpian and Xtian have been used in place of the word “Christian.”

The Doberman

The  Doberman

 

An old Doberman starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he’s lost.

Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old Doberman thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in deep shit now!”

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.

Just as the panther is about to leap, the old Doberman exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious panther!  I wonder, if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.

“Whew!,” says the panther, “That was close! That old Doberman nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther. 

So, off he goes.

The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther.

The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine!”

Now, the old Doberman sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?,” but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old Doberman says …

“Where’s that squirrel?  I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!”

Moral of this story…

Don’t mess with the old dogs…

Old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill

Fact: Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.

One Good Lesson

EXCELLENT lesson

 

Social Experiment Video: Boy, Slap That Girl

Boys Aged 7 To 11 Were Asked To Slap A Girl. Their Reactions Will Amaze You.

Little men with very big hearts.

Jan 04, 2015

A series of little boys met a girl for the first time. They were asked what they like about her. They were told to caress her and make funny faces. And then they were asked to slap her.

What happened next? See for yourself.

This eye-opening video was produced by Italian news organization Fanpage.it and aims to show “how children react to the subject of violence against women.”

We’re so proud of these little gentlemen. Don’t ever change, kiddos!

So glad I got to see this.

MY Critiquing: Citizen Kane

Citizen Kane – Orson Wells was already established as an actor, but he wanted to write, produce, direct, act, promote, on and on and on. A certifiable work-a-holic. Orson was pretty much a “one-man-band”, so to speak. At the point of his production of Citizen Kane, William Randolph Hearst was a magnate, an example of what person NOT to be; everything that was printed was locked down by the wishes and directions from William Randolph Hearst.

Orson Wells wrote this film, and of course starred in this film, as a vaguely-cloaked character of William Randolph Hearst, even down to several memorable traits and moments prominent in the magnate’s life, and barely concealed by the vaguery portrayed on-screen. It was a blatant “revealing” of a mysterious, domineering man who lead two lives, with two women at the same time. Orson Wells went on to make many movies, and to be involved in many undertakings.

My Opinion Summary: A really sassy way to sort of “pull off, in public, the clothes WRH was wearing”, so to speak.

On Tuesday, July 14, 2015 8:20 AM, “‘Robert’ bestrestorer@gmail.com [arubyrogers]” <arubyrogers@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

I have never seen it

Believe it or not, neither Casablanca or Citizen cane

Can you believe it?

Robert

—– Original Message —–

From: Marie Taylor yarnokins_doll_lady@yahoo.com [arubyrogers]

To: arubyrogers@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Tuesday, July 14, 2015 8:08 AM

Subject: Re: [arubyrogers] ISO old Movie

Robert, What you have is a true story from childhood that the author relates as a grown woman.

At a time when racial prejudices were rampant, a black man stands accused of a death-penalty crime. One statement he makes creates a heart-felt advocate in the Gregory Peck father/lawyer character.

Gregory Peck was a superb actor but his courtroom scenes acting here is still to be admired as his particular skill. Excellent, outstanding movie. One to be seen many times. 

Robert, you made a wise pick.

Want To Be A Morning Person? Take A Few Tips From Campers

Want To Be A Morning Person? Take A Few Tips From Campers

In the first episode of Downton Abbey, the Countess of Grantham, played by Maggie Smith, complains about the newfangled electrical chandelier installed in her family’s 1915 estate. “Oh, dear, such a glare,” she, shielding her eyes with a fan.

The countess may have a point.

Too much artificial light at the wrong time can change sleep patterns and make us groggy in the mornings, scientists Thursday in the journal Current Biology.

They found that a week of camping — completely away from all electrical lights and computers — quickly synchronizes the body’s internal clock to the sun. And it helps night owls, who have problems getting up, rise earlier and be more energetic in the morning.

The study is small. Just eight people took time off from their busy schedules to camp in Colorado’s dazzling (all in the name of science, of course).

But the findings support those from previous studies and offer some easy tips to help us all become morning people.

“If you consider people who are very late night owls, they stay up late and have a greater difficulty of being alert in the morning,” says sleep biologist , who led the study. “After camping, we found that their clocks were shifted — and they looked more similar to the early risers.”

Everyone has a clock inside their brain that tells the body when to sleep. But unlike a wristwatch, the is flexible. It can slow down or speed up depending on how much light is around. That includes rays from computers and phones.

“We already knew that electrical lighting, especially at night, can push the time of your clock later, and that leads to later bedtimes,” Wright told Shots.

But, he wondered, what about sitting under artificial bulbs all day in the office? Could that alter sleep patterns, too?

To figure that out, Wright and his team at the University of Colorado, Boulder, gave eight volunteers wristbands that measured their light exposure and sleep times.

For the first week, the participants went about their normal activities, going to work or school. “Then we took them all on a camping trip,” Wright says. “They slept in tents, and they received only natural sunlight and campfires.”

In the wilderness, the subjects got the same amount of sleep as back in civilization. But their internal clocks jumped ahead two hours, on average, Wright says. So they went to bed earlier and woke up just after the chemicals in their brain told them it was time to rise and shine. (Before the camping trip, people were actually waking up before their brains told them to.)

“Individuals who had the latest bedtimes back at home had the larger shift in their internal clocks after camping,” Wright says. Essentially, everyone became a morning person.

Two factors contributed to the change. Everyone got exposed to about four times as many photons while camping than they did in town (because sunshine is much brighter than indoor lighting). And the timing of the light was different. In the wilderness, people were exposed to more light early in the day and less after sunset.

Those findings offer city dwellers a few strategies to help them rise and shine earlier — no tent or bug spray needed.

“We can achieve earlier bedtimes by having people be outside more, especially in the morning,” Wright says. “You could start your day with a morning walk. Raise the shades in the house. Or if you read the newspaper, do it outside.”

“On the flip side,” he says, “reduce exposure to light at night by dimming the lights or computers. This is especially important within the hour prior before bedtime.”

Sleep doctor at Brown University says that’s exactly how she treats one type of sleep disorder. “We use bright light in morning to advance circadian rhythms,” she tells Shots.

Sharkey wasn’t involved in the current study, but she calls it “clever.” And she says the take-home message is important.

“When we flick on those light switches, there’s a biological effect, beside just letting us watch TV or read,” Sharkey says. “The light does things to our body’s clock — not necessarily bad, but just different.”

See
http://www.npr.org/