Sunday, October 14, 2007

Montebello CA

Wake up people!!!
 
Montebello High School in California

You will not see this heart-stopping photo on the front page of the NY Times or on the lead story of the major news networks.  The protestors put up the Mexican flag over the American flag flying upside down at MontebelloHigh School in California .


 


 


 

I predict this stunt will be the nail in the coffin of any guest-worker/amnesty plan on the table  Washington . The image of the American flag subsumed to another and turned upside down on American soil is already spreading on Internet forums and via e-mail.
 
Pass this along to every American citizen in your address books and to every representative in the state and federal government. If you choose to remain uninvolved, do not be amazed when you no longer have a nation to call your own nor anything you have worked for left since it will be 'redistributed' to the activists while you are so peacefully staying out of the 'fray'. Check history, it is full of nations/empires that disappeared when its citizens no longer held their core beliefs and values. One person CAN make a difference.

One plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one....... .
 
The battle for our secure borders and immigration laws that actually mean something, however, hasn't even begun.
 
If this ticks YOU off...PASS IT ON!

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Raymond Jedele

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The Elizabeth II was one of the 16th-century ships that delivered members of the so-called Lost Colony to the New World. The replica seen in this 2001 photo can be found at the Roanoke Island Festival Park, in Manteo, NC.
North Carolina Division of Tourism, Film and Sports Development.
The Elizabeth II was one of the 16th-century ships that delivered members of the so-called Lost Colony to the New World. The replica seen in this 2001 photo can be found at the Roanoke Island Festival Park, in Manteo, NC.
GREAT DISMAL SWAMP, N.C. — After trudging for two hours through thick vegetation to a blurry mark found on Google Earth, George Ray started making up a song: "If you're lost, I'll find you tomorrow," he sang in a thick Southern drawl.

Or, perhaps, he'll find you four centuries later.

Ray is one of the many amateur archaeologists entranced by the Lost Colony — the 117 English settlers who disappeared from North Carolina's Outer Banks in the late 1500s, having left behind only a single clue to their fate. In all the years since, no one has found much of anything else.

But there have long been stories told about a rotting boat in the Great Dismal Swamp, a national wildlife refuge that straddles North Carolina's border with Virginia. Ray's colleagues think the colonists may have passed through the swamp after leaving Roanoke Island. They studied satellite images until they found something that looked like a boat, then set out to find it.

"We're not looking for gold," Ray said. "We're looking for history."

But the search for the Lost Colony has confounded experts and enthusiasts alike.

Eric Klingelhofer, a Mercer University professor, is an archaeologist with a doctorate from Johns Hopkins. He helped uncover the English colony at Jamestown, Va., and is working with the National Park Service to conduct digs on Roanoke Island.

"This is one of the hardest archaeological puzzles imaginable," said Klingelhofer, who serves as vice president of the First Colony Foundation, a research team of archaeologists and historians founded three years ago to dig at Fort Raleigh on Roanoke Island.

Ray is a retired home builder from Durham who got his start as a member of the Lost Colony Center for Science and Research, a group comprised mostly of amateurs pursuing a variety of theories: that the colony left Roanoke Island for the southern Outer Banks, or North Carolina's interior, or Virginia via the swamp.

Though The Lost Colony Center has consulted with academics and experts, other observers dismiss their work, which is published primarily on a blog instead of a peer-reviewed academic journal.

"I fear that they are only out looking for publicity," said Charles Ewen, who heads the Department of Anthropology at East Carolina University.

Perhaps, but no one with a degree and university tenure has been able to figure out exactly what happened to the Lost Colony, either.

Here's what's known: In 1585, English explorer Ralph Lane landed on the Outer Banks with a crew of 75 men, writing upon his arrival that they had come upon the "goodliest soyle under the cope of heaven."

The enchantment didn't last. The "First Colony" fought with natives, and food supplies quickly dwindled. They sent a party back to England seeking fresh supplies, but didn't wait for their return. Instead, they hitched a ride back home with Sir Francis Drake, who was passing through after raiding Spanish ports in the Caribbean.

When the men with relief supplies arrived to find the colony abandoned, they left a detachment of about 15 and sailed themselves for England.

Undeterred by the chaos, Sir Walter Raleigh sent John White and a new group of settlers one year later to pick up the so-called "holding colony" and to found a new settlement in what is now Virginia. White was unable to find the men left behind, and Indians reported that other natives had attacked the group and forced them to flee by boat.

Concerned about their own future and plagued by a lack of food, the colonists persuaded White to return to England for help. He agreed, leaving behind 116 colonists and his newborn granddaughter Virginia Dare — the first English child born in the New World. The colonists promised White they would carve a Maltese cross into a tree if they encountered turmoil and were forced to flee.

White made it back to England, but was delayed for three years by war between Spain and England. When he returned in 1590, he found no trace of the colonists he left behind, aside from the post and the word "Croatoan."

Some researchers speculate the Lost Colony could have assimilated with the Croatan tribe, which lived to the south near Cape Hatteras and is now considered part of the Lumbee tribe that lives in the sandhills of North Carolina.

Others have suggested the colonists moved farther inland and joined with other American Indians. Some suspect the natives simply killed the foreigners, or that the colonists died off from illness, malnutrition or in flight back to England.

Fred Willard, the director of the Lost Colony Center for Science and Research, called the colony "the greatest unsolved mystery in the Americas."

"And the things we're finding could rewrite history books," he said.

It took six months for volunteers working with The Lost Colony Center to win permission from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service to explore the Great Dismal Swamp. When they arrived, guided by GPS equipment and escorted by a pair of refuge officers, they found no conclusive answers.

In a mucky marsh, there was some partially buried wood that faintly — with the benefit of an active imagination — resembled the outline of an 80-foot-long boat. There were no other clues, such as the copper-sheathed hull common on seafaring vessels of Lost Colony's time, and none of the three searchers had a scientific background or expertise to conclude much of anything.

Ray was convinced they'd found something. His son, Frank, wasn't as certain.

"There's no boarding ladder here, that's for sure," Frank Ray said. "You start with theory. This is a starting point. You're not convinced until you get proof."

Proof will have to wait for another venture into the swamp. The wildlife service refused to let the group probe the ground, dig for clues, or even take a wood sample for carbon dating. That will require a different permit.

"Anything seems plausible, but we can't be sure until we can do more than just walk in and look," Frank Ray said. Both Rays have split with The Lost Colony Center since their trip into the swamp, and are now pursuing their research on their own.

A Fort Raleigh archaeological dig led by veteran researcher Ivor Noel Hume in the early 1990s turned up the remnants of a scientific workshop — dating to the abandoned attempt at colonizing Roanoke two years prior to the Lost Colony — but didn't uncover the colonists' living area. In 1998, an archaeological dig led by East Carolina University on Hatteras Island turned up a signet ring that may have ties to English colonists.

The First Colony Foundation plans to use ground-penetrating radar to search for artifacts or structures at Roanoke Island. The group also plans to survey the shoreline to determine how it has eroded. Divers have already checked offshore areas, and researchers believe Fort Raleigh's original site may be buried under water or eroded away altogether. If that's the case, little would have been left behind to prove any theories about the colony's fate.

"Every theory is probably partially true. Every theory is, however, significantly wrong," said Phil Evans, president of the First Colony Foundation. "Everybody wants one answer, but the reality is that you're looking to determine the fate of 117 different individuals."

Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

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Puppy size

Puppy Size

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you'll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)!

'Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer.

'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked.

'Puppy size!' replied the mother.


'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for.'

'I know...we have seen most of them,' the mom said in frustration...

Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom. 'No, not this time,' Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the weekend?'


The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed. 'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply,' the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said.

Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. 'It's this weekend or we're not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration.


'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either,' Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.


Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.

One by one she said, 'Sorry, you're not the one.'

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!' she screamed with joy. 'It's the puppy size!'



'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,' Mom said.

'No not size... the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said.

'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!'

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.

'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said.

Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, 'Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!'


Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you igh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of
cool air on a hot day.

They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear. 'Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.'

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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

moth boat

Fun, local history surround national moth boat race in N.C.

Joe Courter, left, and others prepare for the Classic Moth Boat National Championship on Sunday. The moth boat was created in Elizabeth City in 1929 by Capt. Joel Van Sant. For the past 19 years, the national competition has been held blocks away from the shipyard where the first moth boat was built.
Joe Courter, left, and others prepare for the Classic Moth Boat National Championship on Sunday. The moth boat was created in Elizabeth City in 1929 by Capt. Joel Van Sant. For the past 19 years, the national competition has been held blocks away from the shipyard where the first moth boat was built. HYUNSOO LEO KIM PHOTOS | THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT

By LAUREN KING, The Virginian-Pilot
© September 17, 2007


ELIZABETH CITY, N.C.

As children, Chuck Higgins and Jimmy Van Sant built their own boats that they raced in the Pasquotank River.

But when Van Sant's father developed a faster sailboat - the moth boat - they quickly abandoned their heavy, 8-foot boats.

"I've been in the moth class ever since," Higgins, now 87, said.

Higgins stopped racing six years ago but still likes to watch, and on Sunday he saw the final race of this year's Classic Moth Boat National Championship. He got a prominent seat at the front corner of a pier near the start line and heard stories about the previous day's events, which included the appearance of international class moths that, with enough wind, can lift off the water and seem to fly through the air.

Higgins was in Elizabeth City when the original moth boat was built. It was 1929, and he was 9 years old.


Pete Wallio of Hampton sets up the sail on his moth boat for Sunday’s competition, next to the Pasquotank River in Elizabeth City.

Capt. Joel Van Sant, Jimmy Van Sant's father, regularly passed through Elizabeth City on his way from New Jersey to Florida to get his boat cleaned, said Greg Duncan, a member of the Classic Moth Boat Association. He wanted something to do in his downtime, so he came up with plans for a small sailboat that could easily be raced on inland rivers and lakes.

Joel Van Sant showed his plans to Ernest Sanders of the Elizabeth City Shipyard, and the two worked after hours to build the small sailboat in the shipyard's carpenter shop, which is where the sailboat earned its name, Higgins said.

"People always ask why it's called a moth boat," Higgins said. "Every night they worked under an old light... and a moth was flitting around it. Capt. Van Sant said that the way that moth is flitting around the light, let's call it a moth boat."

Duncan said there are other theories, such as the boat's ability to flit across the waves or a moth that got caught in the varnish. Duncan said he believes the latter, based on his own experience.

"I consider it good luck if I get a moth caught," he said. "I usually varnish right over it."

When the first moth boat was complete, Joel Van Sant took it with him to Florida and eventually back up to his home in New Jersey. It grew popular quickly, and by 1933 races were held annually along the East Coast. Variations of the moth boat also appeared in Europe.

Interest in moth boats waned in the 1970s, but in 1989, a club was formed and members began racing "classic moths."

For the past 19 years, the national championship has been held in the Riverside Avenue backyard of Erky and Alma Gregory, blocks away from the shipyard where the first moth boat was built. The event has grown in popularity and stretched into the yard of neighbors John and Sarah Pugh.

Races began Saturday and were part of the Museum of the Albemarle's "A Day on the River, featuring the 19th annual Moth Boat Regatta." Saturday and Sunday's race results were combined for the championship.

At the sound of the horn acknowledging his national win Sunday, Jeff Linton of Tampa, Fla., leaped from his moth boat into the water.

Higgins laughed along with other spectators and then headed down to the yard where he could visit with the racers as they pulled their boats in.

Each year is like a homecoming, Alma Gregory said.

"Everybody knows each other here," she said.

Lauren King, (252) 338-2413, lauren.king@pilotonline.com

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Sunday, September 16, 2007

Dredging

Dredging for deeper ground around Rudee Inlet

The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers dredge Currituck pulls sand from the shallow entrance to Rudee Inlet on Friday. To the right is part of the jetty on the south side of the inlet.
The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers dredge Currituck pulls sand from the shallow entrance to Rudee Inlet on Friday. To the right is part of the jetty on the south side of the inlet. STEVE EARLEY PHOTOS | THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT

The Virginian-Pilot
© September 15, 2007


ABOARD THE DREDGE CURRITUCK

All they’re doing is fighting Mother Nature.

Turns out, the natural life cycle for most of the sand that makes Virginia Beach a resort city involved riding the surf north from Sandbridge, straight up to Cape Henry.

Then, men built an inlet named Rudee.

“An inlet screws everything up,” said Gregg Williams, a project manager for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. “It interrupts the flow.”

Dredges get the flow going again.

So it was Friday as the diesel-powered Currituck chugged its 150-foot-long hull through the inlet and did what dredges do: trim the sandy ocean floor, allowing boats to pass without fear of running aground.


The dredge drains the water and dumps the sand through its hinged split hull off of the Virginia Beach Oceanfront on Friday.

How does the sand build up in the first place?

The answer starts in Sandbridge, said Phillip Roehrs, the city’s coastal engineer.

Every time sand drifts north, that’s less sand for Sandbridge. That’s why every three years or so, the city adds more to the beach line between the Fleet Combat Training Center at Dam Neck and Little Island Park.

Roehrs said this year’s replenishment was a $9.7 million job that began July 1 and should end Tuesday. The city paid $8 million, and the Corps of Engineers paid the rest.

The work pumped about 2 million cubic yards of sand, enough to stack three feet of sand on top of 400 football fields, FEMA once calculated.

The new sand is more hurricane protection than anything else.

It doesn’t take that sand long to begin its pilgrimage north. Unblocked, millions of grains would naturally settle offshore, somewhere between the Oceanfront and Cape Henry.

Except for that inlet.

The same inlet that protects boats coming out of Croatan and the marinas along Winston Salem Avenue also causes sand to pile up where it should’t. The build-ups make the inlet more shallow and more dangerous for boats.

Dredges owned by the city and Army Corps of Engineers siphon that sand and deliver it to the other side of the inlet, where the natural flow starts again.

The guys getting it there are Marty Willis and Weldon Davis.

At the helm of the Currituck on Friday, they ran the ship’s two outboard propulsion drivers and its two mechanical boom arms.

Willis was in charge of direction and speed. He cupped two, hand-sized steering wheels and swiveled them back and forth as he moved the so-called hopper dredge through the inlet.

Davis’ hands flitted between toggles for the boom arms and the gear shifts that run their clutches.

The process was really quite simple.

Each 30-foot arm had a steel grate on the end that acted like an underwater Dust Buster.

It sucked up slurry, pushed it through pipes and then spat it into the “hopper,” the gutted out bin that takes up most of the dredge’s bow.

“They’re like little vacuum cleaners,” Davis said. “And we’re a big dump truck.”

It took about an hour to fill that truck.

Willis navigated out of the inlet and then made a U-turn toward the Oceanfront.

He pulled up within a few hundred yards of the shoreline – on a good day he can get within 50 yards – and then the ship broke in half.

On purpose.

The Currituck is a split-hull vessel, meaning the ship has hinges on either end of its 315-cubic-yard hopper.

One pass down. Hundreds more to go. Each trip from the Currituck lasts about 10 days – at roughly $10,000 a day – and the dredge is usually at Rudee Inlet three times a year.

“It’s just like cutting your grass,” Davis said. “You know you’ve got to go back and maintain.”

Richard Quinn, (757) 222-5119,

richard.quinn@pilotonline.com

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Path to confusion

Path to confusion