I awoke very early the past two days, feeling as if I needed to get some things done in a hurry. I’ve been hours on the road in Southeast Missouri filming, talking to people in the region about their concerns and what they think is going on and how to contain the panic that is sure to rise as people realize the government cannot take care of them and they failed to learn how to do that themseles.
I will share some of the film via You Tube, but I’ve not had time to upload any of it. Perhaps, I will have time tomorrow.
Well, I finally realized it was time to go to the farm in the Bootheel. Bootheel, or Bootyville, is what I tend to call the entire Southeast region of Missouri, though the Bootheel proper is just a small spit of land Missouri refused to let Arkansas have, so they drew the line and said fine, keep it you stubborn mules.
The Bootheel region also spit Rush Limbaugh into the public eye and created a whole new way of talking about the world. Let’s face it, we are an ornery blabbermouthy mess down here and someone do something about us.
As you know and also don’t care, I’ve filmed a lot of driving I’ve done for the last year, taking a little coonskin to toss a few red, white and blue stones on a few graves. The little coon has become my familiar of sorts, taking on a personality similar to Tom Hanks’ depiction of Wilson in Castaway as well as a calligrapher I knew who had a little gourd named Gosh. He narrated her stories sometimes. That’s another story for another day when we have more time. Because, indeed, yesterday has come too soon and the time is nigh.
I do not visit the region for a lot of reasons, including the fact that I really do not like flatland or mosquitoes. We have neither here. But, I also view the region with great affection because, let’s face it folks, you can take a woman out of the Bootheel for more than forty years but when it’s time to look for a little heavenly help, there is no place to go but home if you can get there. And, today, I went home.
I dropped off a few things for my mother, including toilet paper, then we spent a lifetime in two hours, while I gave her all her oils I’ve been blending for her from oils in storage and even ones I distilled myself. I also handed my cousin Pam, her caregiver, a package of 500 food service gloves to wear on her hands because she will be the only interface between my mother and the world now.* I hope and pray to return in a month to pick it all up and put it into storage again, but as I told them both, if they need to use it, do so.
I’ve heard this song all my life. Today, I became the woman who crossed that bridge and actually did it.
And, on the way back into the hills? I filmed the drive and the news about the 5.7 earthquake in Utah that caused the angel statue on the tabernacle to drop its trumpet. I’m not suggesting it was a sign, but, it probably was.
I’m the Queen of the Road, too!
When I was on the way back to the hills, almost a hundred miles away, I stopped at the last grocery store before leaving Flatland in Advance, Missouri. I cleaned them out of Tri-Color Farfalle (Bow Ties) because even though I can make my own pasta, and theoretically, I can even make bow ties thanks to Nick’s mother’s patience, I don’t want to do so.
I bought every package they had. Thirteen. I’ll mail one package and a jar of homemade sauce (mine) to the Hardscrabble Farmer, because I am making it policy to send him any items associated with the number thirteen. That seems to bring me good luck and I suspect it has him as well. A little bird down at the farm suggested I send him a couple things from there, as well, while my mother prayed over us all.
She especially prayed for me, because I need it most, because my mind wanders. It is probably the brain surgery.
What really surprised me, though, at the grocery store was that all of the frozen meals were gone, but not all the pasta and dry goods. There appeared low on flour and sugar, but there was plenty of oats and rice and dry beans. And all the ice cream was gone, while the frozen vegetables seemed rather untouched.
I picked up two five-pound bags of tart apples ato put up some more apple pie in a jar. I also picked up a couple of seasoning pouches for meat, including some Mexican seasoning I can’t pronounce and don’t know how to use. Eventually, I will either come to like it or I will barter with the Ortiz family down the road for something they’ve got that I like.
It’s how we established trade with China. We can do it again.
https://i.postimg.cc/nc1h6PT4/20200319-040637-1.jpg
They appear to be out of toilet paper down in farm country too. However, down there, they seem to realize they might have to do more laundry, and maybe they will have to stop throwing away every scrap of paper as if it grows on trees, but they will survive and get though it as a community. Do you know why? Because they are a community, not a village. And there is a big difference.
*I’m telling the whole world right here: Pam was Granny Fannie’s favorite for good reason and if she had red hair our grandmother would not have even looked at any of the other 40-something grandchildren she had.
Momma’s calling in the Big Guns, Y’all.
And, it rained all night.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uvewVBs3_U&list=RD4D-456BT0A8&index=5
I love your stories. Your heart is in the right place.
Guess what yer getting?
https://www2.ljworld.com/news/2004/may/09/pows_unchain_memories/
I know all those guys. I called them Uncle. Daddy had not been able to go for years. The pictures were much better when he was taking them.
As they are again now that I take them. But, almost no one is able to go. So, I visit their graves and remember.
I’m sending you copy of Zentsuji in Kansas. The final few are not signed. My father’s handwriting, that careful penmanship created by years of learning to write tiny little notes on tiny little scraps of paper had finally gone and it made him angry to see he could no longer sign his name, even shortened to Joe B.
Watching someone larger than life disappear is tough.
I will send it blank or I will sign it with the standard “If you are holding this memoir my father typed out on a Smith-Corona manual typewriter in the 1980s before computers were invented, please respect his lifelong dedication to trying to document the truth and wonderment he witnessed in the world and the people around him.”
Like you, HSF, he paid attention when it mattered. As you do.
If only I had the knack for it.
My father used to ask if people wanted anything “special” written. I got to where I would produce a paragraph of really intricate, detailed jargon like I do here to weave my way back to the fact that you can use a lot of words to say nothing.
My personal copy is inscribed like this: “Some people have more brains than others; what matters is if they use them. Dad.”
I always thought that was a really wise-ass way to sign it. (Realize I dropped on the list from the first book to the second and nobody was born. I just fell on the pecking order once I moved away. But, I’m in like Flynn now. I done outflimflammed the flimflam man!)
So, if you want it inscribed to you personally or to your family or to someone you want to gift it to? I can “get ‘er done.” Momma done prayed over it for you.
Those little birds can also distract people, especially when they are preaching.
I think so. Thing is? It all really does happen. It did happen.
And no one gives a damn. I’m laughing because I hauled enough food down into the bottoms and I get to look like I really did something to help and I’m sitting it out on the sidelines up here in Paradise.
Didn’t you think the Albatross video was lovely? I do not think it an inappropriate theme at all.
I just got rid of my Albatross. I forgave my mother for letting my older sister take all the negatives out of the house to “archive” into oblivion.
I know it looks like just two weird old people on a tractor. But, he was the Grand Marshall of the Community Betterment Day Parade for twenty years.
In that community, it means something. When they come here and see the snooty snoots snub him, it makes them angry.
I can use that negative energy too.
I agree but I was worried about Ramblin’ Rose for a few days. I almost put out an APB on her ass. What kind of Red Rope runs away and leaves a road guard in the intersection?
I got hijacked by an angel, which grabbed me by the heart and said “now or never.”
Some people don’t learn how to hear that voice. Dad taught me how. You will get a sooprize if you have a legal address, Me Hoe. All blessed by Momma too. As if you matter as much as a snooty snoot and Bea Attitude.
A legal address, hmm. All I can say is I’m in Cali, not New Hampshire. I hope it’s not a damn raccoon pelt. Although I would consider Paula’s pelt. Is that hitting below the belt?
Paula didn’t get her ass here in good order. She didn’t listen either. Momma has to pray over Otto from a whole state away.
That is fine… It will come in a plain brown manilla envelope. no chipped bills and no tequila. Send it to See Mo’ Booty.
It is fine… It will come in a plain brown manila envelope, or what my mother always called vanilla envelopes.
I have two full quarts of pure Mexican vanilla extract, sealed in storage, btw. It was on Chris Martenson’s list.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uvewVBs3_U…
I believe, more and more, so is my body. I grasped the entire Liebensraum concept today when I drove down those last few curves that take one from the foothills of the Ozarks onto the alluvial plains of Southeast Missouri that are so flooded the farm equipment is in dry dock instead of in the field. Seriously, those big corporate farms which is what my old boyfriend owns part of now; a shame he never married, but he does have two children by two different women in town and pays so much child support he has to live in a trailer on the land outside his parents old place, so there’s that. I forgive him. He was an alcoholic coming out of altar boy training, probably. What the hell is wrong with some of those priests?
So, there’s just something about realizing I’d cross the Mason-Dixon line in the sand I drew after Dad died. I guess there was no earth-shattering news or lightning bolts around 9 a.m. yesterday, but there was that earthquake in Utah that caused the Mormon angel statue to drop her trumpet. And, I heard it froze in Death Valley, which is kind of like Hell on Earth, isn’t it? But, nothing truly earth-shattering like another 2000+ point drop.
And, of course, the stock market will come back… and then everything will be just fine, won’t it? I have a crapload of those potato flakes and they are easy to vacuum seal and mail in a small package. But, people will have to humble themselves this time and ask and pay postage.
I don’t expect any takers. Hubris kicks ass, doesn’t it; it takes names and kills people.
Too. Bad.
Someone should tell people other weeds have medicine in them, not just cannabis.
And, people should learn how to make tinctures and balms, if not how to distill their own blends. But, that’s just my opinion and I’m a dumb hick.
Speaking of distill, we got one on the way. A still, I mean. We got two types of tops for it, one for oil and one for alcohol.
Good for you! I do it the old fashioned way but I’m hard core.
Did you remember the oil, by the way? I bought several jugs of the really cheap stuff. Added it to the other jugs.
That’s almost a Harbinger.
Another J.C. in the House. He bugged out of Pittsburg to his pre-arranged location, by the way. He’s still emailing and filming, but I think we are documenting for another reason.
Warning time’s about up. I just got chills. I’m a Cusper and didn’t know it until the other day.
Not sure that didn’t post. Apple Pie in a Jar for my meetings. I’m the hostess with the mostest right now.
Enjoyed your road/family/exploratory road trip tale. Keep it up
I’m organizing meetings in local spots from TBP and that’s hilarious. I’ve got two meetings scheduled with Oath Keepers in the region now.
How about you?
Don’t forget the oil.
Thanks for the enjoyable report from the road, Mags
Wait until I feed out the video links.
I will, but the parade isn’t quite ready to start.
We need a Drum Major. I happen to know one and I’m going to summon him.
I’ve called for this one. He preached the sermon at my father’s funeral.
There was a whole row of Pullens at my father’s funeral, so many, in fact that my husband asked me if one of the Pullens was in there with my father. I have thought about it in the years since he died.
They are all in there with him. That family and my grandfather’s family kept a whole community alive with faith and a little bit of food. They can do it again.
Red Rope was front row, far right, prior to short hairitis.
I prefer the Okie version of King of the Road. Roger Miller hailed from Erick, OK, not far from my little home town.
You know what I love to play here on the land and stand on my front porch and just praise God with all my soul?
And nobody will even look at the truth, which could set you free.
Lots of Bootheel guys go to Starksville instead of UM. Think cotton & soybean farmers. BTW, Sweetie went to the Publix in Beaufort SC around 930 and no TP or paper towels. An employee said that there’s a line at the front door every day at opening to grab all new supplies of the two, despite limits.
We bought lots of TP weeks ago but, sadly, no PTs.
You speak Bootheelian! I finally found someone who knows about the Trump sign at Benton.
My father had some hand drawn maps and topographical maps and road maps which are now in my possession being copied. Be nice to have some good maps, Just In Case.
I love maps. Not too many women, or people for that matter even know how to use them anymore. And kids don’t know what a map is.
I know. My son couldn’t find his way out of our neighborhood without GPS and we lived on a cul-de-sac street in the middle of an Oklahoma cow pasture. It is only a slight exaggeration.
I’m taking copies of all my father’s old maps to the OathKeepers. Just-In-Case is my new policy.
Mags- I was exhausted just reading about your travels. You are a good woman with the biggest heart in all of Podunk.
🙂
The number 13 has always been lucky for me also.
If you will trust me enough to actually communicate with me instead of telling me what a dumb hick I have acted like being to find out who is worth helping, I will send you a sooprize.
[email protected] to get the good email address. Unless you are smarter than I think you are.
HSF gets that. A little bird told him.
That was a compliment Mags, I live in BFE part time and I don’t know when I will bug out of here to get there. I don’t get mail at all in BFE., but that is so nice of you to want to send me a sooprize……unless it is ticking.
Shit is about to get real my friend.
I hope you are wrong but am terrified you are right. Just a small booklet with a few notes of mine on margins.
Mags….can you bottle some of your energy and forward it on to me. thanks.
It is Open Source, paid for in blood: patriots/Christ’s = same/Same.
Hi
The reference to SEMO caught my eye. Thanks for a nice essay. I live just a few miles from Advance MO. I like this part of the country. We moved here from NM in 2001. Just thought I’d say hi.
I filmed the entire drive from northeast of Marquand to almost Sikeston Power Plant and have to edit it but it is powerful stuff for someone who knows what they are seeing.
Hello… I held my camera on the dash as I drove that flat as a flitter land that looks like dirt but is more like the sort of dirt with which you might make a tar baby.
Brown’s Well Drilling? Cuzins.
https://www.yellowpages.com/bell-city-mo/mip/browns-well-drilling-inc-1005767
While you were sleeping a new Propaganda theme was written.
It’s been a while since I read A Wrinkle in Time. How was it that the exerted mind control over the population? Didn’t they convince the people they had to obey to save lives?
It is an important piece of dystopian literature people forget about because it was written for young adults and my son read the entire series. I read them decades ago.
e/
MG…
Haha…what a good day, huh? The two music videos were great, and you better make any noise comin’ in the house when my mother was listening to Dean Martin (freemason that he was)…..
I won’t even go into that whole ’13’ thing….I keep some online news prog. going while I do other things, and just a couple days ago, (as I do often) I heard on the Alex Jones show (now assigned to be Trump apologist) a report from that gal ‘millennial Millie’……..she said, I kid you not, that the positioning of troops was to effect the enforcement of 150,000 indictments against ‘deep state’……………Mrs. Q, maybe? lol
I searched for a video of it, haven’t found it as yet, but did have this one pop up from back in January. Thought you may be interested:
https://www.airforcemag.com/space-forces-first-launch-takes-spacex-satellites-to-orbit/
I only know a little blonde wouldn’t have much resistance from congress critters when approached for a question or two….and Jones/Roger Stone and Trump….?
annuit coeptis novus ordo seclorum <<——== the Emperor has turned the corner towards a new order for the ages
My dad would always use the "he can talk all day and never say a dam thing"……about politicians