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Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town (in the beginning…)

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Marrowbone town is as ancient and orphic as the memory is intimate with secrets.

Light is the same at Marrowbone in the morning as it is at dusk, when the sun and star shine, upon silver sheen fog, reach the eyes.

One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You will find them waiting for you among the thorned Honey Locust trees, the sun dusted fields of thistle and vines, the river ferry whose secrets are told slowly and the abandoned places of Marrowbone town. These are the truest places when the moon is still and dreams are carried by dark wings of starlings.

Each season bears the weight of a dark sleep and rebirth called the Great Turning.

This is when the sibylline story is shared with spirit among Marrowbone townsfolk.

The story was carved deep inside, from the dawning, by the hand of…

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“The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

I am so excited to be giving a Presentation on ‘The Abandoned Story’ for the Barren County Historical Society, in March of this year 2019.

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I have always enjoyed finding ‘a lost story’ among the ruins of abandoned places. There is a mystery, a hidden tale to be unlocked from those things and people that have come before us.

It is like a quiet force that calls to me; to discover what must be seen and understood.

I have a unique perspective and purpose to shine a  light upon these things, places and stories. In capturing the silent moment, in an abandoned place with my camera, the dream and vision of what was there before can be brought to light, and experienced again.

In doing this, I hope to share and resurrect the ‘lost story’ that has been forgotten through time.

Through writing and photographing these places on my journeys I hope to keep the story alive, as a reminder for future generations to remember-   “The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

I would love to…

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“The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

 

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I have always enjoyed finding ‘a lost story’ among the ruins of abandoned places. There is a mystery, a hidden tale to be unlocked from those things and people that have come before us.

It is like a quiet force that calls to me; to discover what must be seen and understood.

I have a unique perspective and purpose to shine a  light upon these things, places and stories. In capturing the silent moment, in an abandoned place with my camera, the dream and vision of what was there before can be brought to light, and experienced again.

In doing this, I hope to share and resurrect the ‘lost story’ that has been forgotten through time.

Through writing and photographing these places on my journeys I hope to keep the story alive, as a reminder for future generations to remember-   “The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

I would love to hear from you and Please follow my blog, to keep updated on my latest writings and journeys! I love to share my experiences with you all and look forward to sharing my journey and stories.

My published book, Volume 1 of the Abandoned Story, will soon be ready for sale as an E-Book ! I am super excited about this, so stay tuned for the latest updates.

 

Donate to ‘The Abandoned Story’ Journeys

If you would like to donate something for my journeys searching and documenting abandoned places, rural haunts, historic cemeteries and towns of Mid-west America, it is very much appreciated. Thank you all for your continued support, friendship and the desire to keep the story alive!

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Early Town, the Carnival Lady and an Attic of Secrets

Early Town, the Carnival Lady and an Attic of Secrets

(c.) 2018 Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions, Tommie Flannery Baskis

The days set slowly in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer.

I walk along a dry path. A dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow.

The path I travel finds its place along Gum Creek Cemetery and the house of the old carnival lady.

Time seems limpid and very still at the old wooden house. Her treasures are all within; the carnival stories told over again on porch swings during hot summer nights, only when children are dreaming. The tarnished charms, intimate letters wrapped in faded ribbon and dried lavender, dead flowers from a long ago lover, carnival posters, moth eaten lace slips and secrets.

These things live high in her house among the attic walls.

On moon bright midnights, broken shards of attic window glass shine on wood board floor, like geometric shaped jewels from a strange faraway place.

When the storms come dressed with the “whistling winds”, as the old lady calls them, they will rattle the carnival parchment posters from yesteryear.

This sound reminds me of the frantic, dying moth stuck inside a small wooden box.

I smile and ask her for a story that was new once, long moments ago.

She speaks to me and says, “The secrets are not for sharing, they are for finding.”

We share…only yarrow tea and moments of silence.

One autumn afternoon, when the yarrow is long and milky white in the field, illumined by a hot sun, I will return to the path past Gum Creek Cemetery, all shadows and silent wildflowers and settle upon the vine covered porch of the old carnival woman’s house.

An old envelope, showing signs of dust and time, I find.  Placed upon the first step of the stairs. Small and neat are the words “For You My Child, Seeker of Secrets” and inside was a clean paper and pen with a small note attached at the top…

“We are receivers of this presence, we are like secrets finding, unfolding unto the light.

The manifested thought is our creation, alone. Guide it; nurture it from a place of true wonderment.”

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Lady of the Woods

Lady of the Woods

Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, drape long and smooth,

Like a slow fog that whispers over the forest path, to adorn the Lady of the Woods.

As the sun, lays down before her, a glory of mist and silk in the smoky heaven; The very breath of Angels of the Winter land.

Her lullaby, shattered crystals that resonate bright upon the aether, rejoice in the gathering of wood thrushes, that will carry her tune,

to the Knight of her heart.

The stygian corridors of man, where no apparitions dare to quarter,

the Knight will find her.

In dreams, where the Shadows of the Light speak the stories that we see,

beyond veil and mist, she will be.

The Lady of the Woods, shimmering ashes and silvered cloth,

a formed mystery, a story foretold.

c. 2018 by Tommie Flannery Baskis

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Christmas & Holiday Gift Orders Must be in by December 14th

The Christmas and Holiday season are cheerfully upon us, here at Angel Blue Perfume. Home to fine artisan crafted, “Victorian Inspired”, pure plant essence perfume & cologne for the discerning woman and man! I wish to thank you, all of my Family, Friends and Clients who have supported Angel Blue Perfume LLC in 2018 ! I want to remind all of you that any gift orders must be in by December the 14th to ensure that your gift purchases make it to their intended destination on time !

I have fully enjoyed serving and creating for you,  pure, wild crafted  scents that remain free from toxins, fixatives and synthetic aldehydes. I love to bring you a safe alternative to chemical laden scents that can cause allergies and skin issues. I am most pleased to have so many returning clients who thought they could never wear perfume and cologne scents because of the many irritants that caused them issues. Thank you for believing in us at Angel Blue, where we love to listen to you and our many clients!

I love to create pretty packages and hand written notes to send out with your special gift purchase. Feel free to request this lovely personalized treatment, free of charge with your gift order this year!

God Bless you and your Families… Have a Very Merry Christmas !! I look forward to serving and creating for you in 2019 !

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The Mystery of the Music Box Spirit House

Music Box Spirit House

I have always loved searching and watching for the mystery within my journeys of abandoned places, rural haunts, forests and the things left behind.

Many of these hidden moments are shrouded in stillness, so one must listen and watch, carefully, for the ‘lost story’ among the ruins. Some objects stand out, among the clutter, as if shining to be seen…the many sounds, seasons and light cast a mood upon the awareness and reflection of your mystery.

This is one such story about a happening, a music box in the attic, tinkling a tune. Perhaps, set forth by the hand of some spirit…through time.

This journey, finds me in Meade County, Kentucky by the Ohio River. One Autumn day, as I was driving on back country roads searching for the past…

As I came around the tight bend of a country road, there in dried weeds and wildflowers, stood the old clapboard of the Music Box spirit house…as I chose to name it. I parked my truck under a large oak tree, still hanging on to its glory, through time, storm and itself.

The air felt crisp, like biting into a tart apple. The late afternoon sun was pleasurable upon my skin, especially coming from the shadowed places.

As all of my searching for lost things and stories go, I know the time is brief to capture what I may, before I have to go. I sometimes come back to a particular place…sometimes through the years I have visited often, finding the same things, just rearranged differently. Always there but telling a new story.

Sometimes, I come back and the whole place is gone, except for the trees…

I look for what I can, I feel it is important to watch and capture these images and stories to share with you…I can always sense there is some story that must be told. Must be shared.

Some abandoned places call to me stronger than others. I do not know why, I just know that it is so. I walk up to the side and look at the old, blistered white paint. It is like powder, now barely set on the wood boards.

It is a particular quiet late Autumn afternoon. Not a car in sight or in sound, as I walk up to the rickety porch. I look in through the door, my line of sight following the sun rays as it lights the staircase before me. Shadows live on the upper steps, like they have been there a long time.

I look,  as I listen for creaking wood and weak spots,  entering the house I stand quietly, always quiet, just taking it in before I explore what is left behind. I see a small, brown nest of leaves, twig and grass perched upon a door sill. it even looks abandoned…

I step softly, climbing the steps, the only sound comes from wood not stepped upon lately…then I hear the faintest tinkling of sound. A sound that is old, a music box tune of long ago. I can say with much assuredness, every muscle was taught and I kept in my place upon the 4th step, no lower, no higher. I have a story from each special place I have been I can recall to this day. There is none like this moment.

I could not even hear my breathing, for fear I would scare this sound away. I waited and listened to the tune. It was soft, dreamy and nearby. It was in the attic of the house, where I was going. I finally called out strong, “Is anyone here? I am just exploring the old house, can you hear me?” I repeated this a few times to no answer, just the incredible quiet of the house and its surroundings. The first thing I thought is I would go back down to see if a church was nearby and a bell tower was making this tune, as some do. I knew it was not this, for there was not anything close by and it was coming from the upper floor.

The music continued for a couple of minutes and then stopped… I finally decided to move up the steps carefully to peer above onto the upper floor and see what mystery was waiting for me. I was hesitant as I lifted my head above the top step to view the cluttered floorboards of the attic. It looked like any old attic with stored wood boards on the floor, clothing clutter, old cards and letters. There was a broom stuck inside the wall, setting it horizontally out as if by a strong wind. This was odd, more interesting were the two dark attic door openings on either side of the room. I figured the music was coming from one of these areas.

I have a very searching and curious nature for truth and answers…I looked at these dark attic openings for a few minutes and I can say I did not feel compelled to explore them. I called out one last time, no sound and I mean no sound at all. I did not hear a breath of wind or car or bird. I descended the steps and accepted that serene moment with the music box music, as a gift. I wish I could understand more but that is all I received, And it was enough, somehow. The message, I feel, was this house held life and energy,  once and perhaps it just wanted me to know that.

2018 (c.)  Tommie Flannery Baskis  Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions

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Excited to Announce that I have a Published Story in ‘Traces’ Fall Edition Volume 46. The Story is about ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109, the Coles from Barren County, KY and the Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY…”

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I am super excited to have my article published in the 2018 Fall Edition of ‘Traces’ Publication from the Barren County Historical Society

I have always loved shining a light upon the stories and things from our past. I have driven and walked many a mile through the back country of Mid-west America and her lovely countryside, to document abandoned places, rural haunts and old cemeteries to capture these hidden stories.

I love the serene moment of capturing a  photograph of a stillness that resides in these places. If you are quiet and listen, you can hear the story, reaching out to you through the abandoned structures and things that are left behind.

It is important to me to share these findings and forgotten stories with others, as a joyful observer of this creation.

I wish to thank a very dear lady, Sandi Gorin, the Editor of “Traces’ Barren County Historical Society, for her profound love of the past and her incredible talent in helping me on finding some much needed information on one of my abandoned places !

If you would like to view the Published Story, it is in ‘Traces’ Fall Edition Volume 46. The Story is titled ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109; John Cole, Founder of Coles’ Bend in Barren County, KY; The Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY and Richard Cole Jr. Whose Progeny include Frank and Jesse James’ 

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Synfuels Assets Management LLC, is excited to announce that our groundbreaking Patent, 9895404- Cannabidiol Extraction Plant Processes will be a large shift in Hemp/Agriculture industry.

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We are excited, at Synfuels Assets Management LLC, to announce that our groundbreaking Patent, 9895404- Cannabidiol Extraction Plant Processes, will be a large shift in CBD/Hemp/Agriculture industry.

We are looking for Hemp Flower suppliers of 100lbs per day. Please, only serious inquiries need apply!

This process works for CBD/Hemp and equally as well with THC extraction and will extract any Terpenes and Alkaloid oils without any wax content!

This will take the CBD/Hemp industry out of the realm of cottage producers to the scale of agricultural industry!

This powerful system provides for the high quality extraction of an extremely bio active oil that can be used in tinctures and also is fat soluble which makes it wonderful for baked goods, etc. The oil can be used in beverages and other liquid products, too.

This is an Industrial Process that will encourage the development of large markets and bring the CBD/Hemp/Cannabis industry out of the ‘cottage’ market stage that it is presently in.

The advantages of this special process are:

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4.)  The alkaloid oil can be further purified through a number of post processing steps.

5.)  The extracted oil is very rich in terpenes and other highly active components that are naturally in the cannabis oil.

6.)  There are NO WAXES in the finished product making further processing very simple!

7.)  This process can handle fresh harvested plants directly from the field without a significant change in CBD/THC content in the oil and provide dewatering for the fiber.

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9.)  The process capital cost per pound is extremely low when calculated on a per day basis ($51.50) where as CO2 Extraction methods can be as high as 33,000.00/lb./day

10.)  This process is fully automatic with minimum requirement for personnel.

The Inventor, Paul Baskis, is a well know national and international scientist holding several patents in waste to energy conversion and waste treatment as well as waste minimization. Paul has been involved in technology development for 30 years  . His inventions are in use in the agriculture and food processing industries. Mr. Baskis is the CEO/President of Baswood Assets Management, LLC  that manages the assets generated off of his interests in Baswood Corporation, a company that deploys waste water treatment systems in the industrial and municipal waste industry.

Paul is the CEO of Synfuels Assets Management LLC, a company that provides Licenses to companies such as Atlas, to technologies useful in the conversion of organic compounds into very valuable commodities such as fuels, chemicals and coke for the metallurgical industry and gases for producing electricity.

He has reached worldwide fame through recognition of his invention of the Thermo-De-polymerization (TDP) for which he holds over 60 patents worldwide. The Thermal De-polymerization Process has produced over 3 million gallons of high quality synthetic fuel per year and was featured in Scientific American, Discovery, National Geographic, Money Magazine and many others.

* Tommie Flannery Baskis, is the President of Synfuels Assets Management LLC. I am responsible for marketing and management of intellectual property assets.

Synfuels is primarily responsible for processes that produce energy from low level waste material from either Industry or Municipal origin and utilizes a physical chemical and thermal processes to produce high value products either fuels or precursors for the chemical industry such as Methylene, Ethylene, Propylene and Butylene along with many others.

The processes involved also upgrade heavy petroleum, tar sands, asphaltine resids along with reforming waste plastics, rubber, cellulose and virtually any other organic carbon based material into fuels and petrochemicals.

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

 

I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient, lumbering, struck walnut tree.

The shimmery, amber haze of thick Summer sun, hypnotizes me;

I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged and cavernous rip down through the black walnut tree above me.

Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the pungent green scent of the walnut flesh as it stained my fingers, prying very eager, to enter its inside…

My Grandmother told me what fine Christmas persimmon cookies we would bake with this harvest.

Dusk came with a soft tinkling of the calliope on the supine river; and smiles, as we sipped with reverence, her special lemon iced tea.

Squeaky, rust chain swing,  broke into the somber silence as the blues and lavender bathed our eyes from the sky.

In my downy coolness of bed, so far up the steps in the old home, I see that tree

It just stands old and knowing; letting some distant storm stir it’s children leaves.

I know it will always be with me.

 

 

 

 

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Old Shawneetown, Illinois, Historic Gallatin & Saline County Early Coal Mining

 

 

“Mining, it was a career that garnered much respect, much wealth came from the earth, and sometimes much wealth was given back, in a man’s life.” — Tommie Flannery Baskis

The quaint and historic village of ‘Old Shawneetown’ is located in Gallatin County, Illinois. The census of 2010 listed around 5,589 as the population of people living in the county. The 2010 census stated the village of Shawneetown had a population of 193 persons.

New Shawneetown is located in the southeastern part and is the county seat of Gallatin. Prior to 1837, Saline County was actually part of Gallatin County.

Shawneetown, after the American Revolution, was a very prominent United States government administrative center for the Northwest Territory. One important factor was being located  along the mighty Ohio River. This would also prove to be detrimental, for after many productive years the town would come to ruin from the great Ohio River Flood of 1937. The new Shawneetown, after the flood, would be located several miles inland.

Gallatin County is located at the mouth of the lovely, Wabash River along with the neighboring Union County, Kentucky and Posey County, Indiana. This forms the Tri-point of the Illinois-Kentucky-Indiana Tri State Area.

Gallatin County was formed in 1812 from land in Randolph County. During that time, the Secretary of Treasurer, Albert Gallatin, is who the county is named after.

Washington, D.C. and Shawneetown have the interesting distinction of being the only towns chartered by the United States government.

There is one record, by “Hanna on Peter Charter” E.P. Grondine, that states a village was settled here as early 1748 by the Pekowi Shawnee and their leader Peter Chartier.

During the Autumn of 1803, Lewis and Clark, came upon this area with around 20 men as they were heading westward. At the confluence of the Wabash and Ohio Rivers, they came upon the territory that is known as the state of Illinois. The main reason for their stop was to procure an important supply, of which was salt, for their journey west.

As they departed southward they turned their boats on the Ohio River  to Fort Massac.

In the early 19th century, salt production was a booming industry. The native Indians and Early French settlers came to the south side of the Saline River at the Great Salt Spring five miles from Equality

From many of my journeys discovering the history of America, I have always gazed in wonderment at the fine structure and detail of the old stone and brick buildings of days gone by. I have always remembered the Greek Revival Bank in Shawneetown, of which was built in 1839 to be a formidable work of architecture.

The very first bank chartered in Illinois, at Old Shawneetown was built in 1816. The original structure was a log cabin but was replaced by a brick structure in 1822, of which is now known as the John Marshall House. There are only two brick structures in town.

There are many wonderful men and women, and many stories to tell, who have made Old Shawneetown a special piece of history in America. Good families who worked hard in the coal, salt, fluorite mines, railroad and river industries.

By the toil of their sweat, laughter, love, beliefs and sometimes by their blood, these people weaved their stories into their towns, families and American history. These are some of the people that have come and gone; people who made and built this country.

Some of the notable people to have called this place home were, Peter Chartier, Shawnee Indian Chief;  Michael Kelly Lawler, Union Army officer;  Robert G Ingersoll. orator; John Alexander McClernand, Civil War General and U.S. congressman;  Bluford Wilson, Union Army Officer and James Harrison Wilson, Union Army General.

Gallatin and Saline County, Illinois has its roots deep in river, rail and coal mining. This is an extremely interesting and lengthy subject for me. I will only give a brief ‘touching’ on the subject of coal . There are so many fascinating stories from the past and discoveries of coal seams with the big coal mine companies such as Peabody Coal Company. Some of these stories are good and some of them have ended in tragedies for the hard working men that mined these large caverns.

The information I present below is from ‘A Compilation of the Reports of the Mining Industry of Illinois from the Earliest Records to 1954- Department of Mines and Minerals.’

One of the very first coal discoveries North America was made in Illinois by Joliet and Marquette, as an exploration voyage in 1673. The discovery of coal seams was found in bluffs along the Illinois River in the vicinity of Ottawa and Utica.

Another discovery of coal, was recorded in 1668 by Father Louis Hennepin who referred to the State of Illinois. Authorities are not sure as when and by whom this discovery was made.

Taken from “The World’s Cyclopedia and Dictionary of Universal Knowledge”  it deems the honor of this discovery to Father Hennepin in 1669.

On the Illinois River near what is the present site of Ottawa, La Salle County. “Mineral Resources of the United States, Part 2, 1913”, at page 832 says: “The first mention of coal in the territory which afterward became the United States is contained in the Journal of Father Louis Hennepin, published in 1698. The Journal contains a map on which is marked ‘cole mine’ on the banks of the Illinois River near the site of the present city of Ottawa, Hennepin having passed through this region 30 years before, in 1668.”

It would not take long before explorers and settlers knew how rich the coal seams of Illinois were. It would actually be a century before people would discover coal existed in Pennsylvania and other parts of the country.

William Boon, is recorded to be the first man to mine coal in 1810 in what is the present Jackson County, Illinois, before it was a state. The records were loosely kept around the 1830’s but it was not until 1882 that the State of Illinois would keep more impeccable recordings of mining.

There are around three-fifths of the state of Illinois that is under laid with coal deposits and seams. It is known to have eighteen geographical seams of coal identified in sections of the state. They all vary in depth and thickness, some ranging as deep as 1,000 feet, outcropping in river banks and sides of hills and bluffs.

Almost all of the Illinois coal is classed as a high volatile C bituminous coal. This means it is moist mineral-matter-free basis, B.T.U. from around 11,000 to 13,000.

Gallatin and Saline with most of the southern Illinois mining fields is classed as high volatile B bituminous coal, moist mineral-matter-free basis, B.T.U. from 13,000 to 14,000.

It is of great interest to say that a very High -volatile A coal, moist mineral-Imatter-free, B.T.U. over 14,000, fixed Carbon less than 69% volatile matter over 31%, has been discovered in the Eagle Valley of Illinois area of Gallatin County south of the Shawneetown fault line.

It has been recorded that  Illinois has the largest known reserves of bituminous coal in the United States. It has been estimated that the total is around 137 billion tons.

North Dakota and Montana are the two other states which have solid fuel reserves that are more immense than Illinois, but their reserves are almost all subbituminous coal and lignite.

From the 1966 Annual Coal Report it is mentioned that during the pioneering and settlement of Illinois, the use of coal was mostly by blacksmiths. The smiths were not as aware of the use of coal because most everyone during that time relied on the burned wood or charcoal from the heavily timbered land. The coal that was used was because it was taken from the exposed seams along river bluffs.

Illinois coal has been a monumental player through history up into the present in the development and industrialization of Southern Illinois and major industrial centers such as Harrisburg, Rockford, Peoria, Decatur, Springfield and dozens of other Illinois towns.

Coal mining has paved the way for Illinois to become a major industrial center and transportation hub in this nation. In America’s past it was coal mines that encouraged building and infrastructure  of railroads, barge lines and river traffic.

The great efficiency, vast supply of coal and broad enterprise of our mine labor, operators and engineers have built upon this great legacy in underground mining and also the development of strip mining, that in present day accounts for 57.1 per cent of the total coal production of Illinois also an even greater percentage of coal produced for shipping to other places.

From the Coal Mining History it is stated in ‘Coal Mines in Illinois, Gallatin County’ that the Mining in Shawneetown Quadrangle that the earliest mining was at Bowlesville Coal company Mine before the Civil War. The latest mining was completed in 1933 at Peabody Coal Company’s Eagle No. 2 Underground mine.

Mining done at this quadrangle took place mainly in the Herrin Coal and Springfield Coal. I want to interject an important fact from my friend and coal expert, James Lindsey from Energy Plus and Lignite Power LLC in Harrisburg, Illinois, that the Springfield was also known as the Harrisburg. The Harrisburg coal seam is known as number 5 and the Herrin coal seam as number 6.

Some of the mining was also done in the Davis & Dekoven Coals, Briar Hill Coal and Gentry Coal.

I want to finish on the note that many brave, hardworking men put many successful years behind them and good livings were made from the coal industry. The coal industry came with risks, of course like many occupations that made this country wonderful today, but these men raised good families and were able to provide for their families through their toil, sweat, friendships and industrialization of the early years of coal mining. Many changes have arisen to ensure the safety of workers including more advanced machinery and technology.

I feel very honored and grateful to acknowledge and remember the hardworking men who gave their all and sometimes their lives, in the building of this great country of America.

I will list one of the tragedies, that was an explosion in Harrisburg that took the lives of 11 men .

“Mining, it was a career that garnered much respect, much wealth came from the earth, and sometimes much wealth was given back, in a man’s life.” –Tommie Flannery Baskis

The story below is a newspaper excerpt from Marion Semi-Weekly Leader; Marion, Illinois, on Tuesday, September 6, 1921, Page 4

 

Marion Semi-Weekly Leader, Marion, Illinois
Tuesday, September 6, 1921, Page 4
ELEVEN KILLED BY EXPLOSION IN HARRISBURG MINE
All of the Bodies Were Recovered Wednesday Afternoon
SIX MINERS WERE RESCUED
Explosion crushed old Vein Walls and Entombed the Men
      Harrisburg. Sept. 1, — Eleven miners were killed in the Harco mine ten miles northwest of this city following the explosion of a dynamite charge which penetrated an old walled room providing means of escape of black damp, which, it is believed, killed the miners. The accident occurred at 2:00 p. m. Wednesday.
A special train bearing a United States Mine Bureau car was dispatched to the mine within an hour after the accident, and was in charge of D. J. Parker, chief of the Division of Mines Rescue Cars and Stations of the United States Bureau of Mines, who was conducting an inspection trip in this vicinity for H. Foster Bain, director of the United States Bureau of Mines.
Six other men who escaped from the explosion but were suffering from the effects of the black damp are in the hospital here, all of whom will probably recover.List of the Dead Charles Mosco, single, Harco
Michael Mosco, wife and four children, Harco
George Warwick, widower
Herbert Reeder, married, Harrisburg
Hiram Brown, married, Harrisburg
Ernie Goodrich, Harrisburg
Lyman Berkley, aged 18, lived with widowed mother, Equality
John Luther, wife and one child, Harrisburg
George Hunter, single Harco
Hershel Vaughn, married, Harrisburg
George Stewart, aged 44, wife and large family, HarrisburgThe Injured Men      The men who were rescued and who are expected to recover are:
William Sheeley
William Cole
E. W. Harris
Edward Thomas
Two foreigners whose names cannot be learned.
The mine where the accident took place is at Harco, ten miles northwest of Harrisburg, and the shaft is 445 feet deep. The accident occurred 1000 feet back in the working of the mine, which has been considered a safe one and which had been closed down most of the summer for repair work. The Harrisburg mine rescue team was in St. Louis at the time and volunteers took their places and brot up the injured and the bodies of the dead. All were brot to the surface by 6 p. m. this morning the mine was sealed by the state mine authorities and will be closed until it is pronounced safe for the resumption of work. The mine rescue team from Christopher was called and came as far as Eldorado when they learned that local men who were familiar with the use of the rescue apparatus had gone in and brot out all of the dead and injured.
The crew of seventeen miners were engaged in working a new coal bed near an old shaft, which had been walled in, when the driller exploded a charge of dynamite which crushed the old vein walls, and entombed himself and fellow workers, according to reports from the mine.Died for Others      Two of the men, John Luther and George Stewart, were on their way out and could have escaped but heard two of the companions fall and went back to try to save them. Their efforts were in vain and they also lost their lives in their efforts for others. Today the bodies of the eleven dead are in local morgues awaiting the completion of funeral arrangements.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

 

After the storm water drops, cool upon my hair, like tears from leaves, from the forest.

A gentle symphony sounds… of falling drops cascading from different heights, cicada buzzing and a hidden owl, watching.

The scent of rain, I will remember, like I remembered when I was a child…

A fresh sweetness from the new damp, electrically charged, was exciting to me. The dark roots of trees and soil smelled musky and mysterious.

I walk along a dark, country road, listening as a breeze rustles through the trees; clouds shifting shapes of darkness and patterns, moving slow upon the grey road before me.

Mimosa trees can be found here, always in summer, always full with pink flowers. Soft hairs tickle my nose, as I breathe in the dewy,  sugary scent that I love.

An abandoned farmhouse, dark within and broken windows, I come to on the end of my journey. I stand and watch, listening for sounds…stillness has many sounds

The broken, upstairs window has wavy glass, that reflects colors, like an oil slick in the water.

As a child, when I would look at an old house and the upstairs windows, I also thought the house watches, too.

I loved going into the house, into the room I watched from the outside, to look out of the windows from the inside of that room. The changing of perspective was intriguing to me…what I was able to see changed.

A Journey after the storm…

 

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