Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Giants

I am excited to share my latest adventure with you my dear readers.  As many of you know, I am a story teller.  Love to talk to groups about some of our Kentucky characters.  Happy Chandler, James Still, Bad John Wright are a few along with the Kentucky River Giant, Martin Van Buren Bates. 

Bates was born in Letcher County in 1837 and grew to probably 7'5" and was considered to be the tallest man in the world at that time.  He married the tallest woman in the world--she still is--and together they were and still are the tallest couple that ever lived.  They led exciting challenging lives which is what makes them interesting to me.  She was from Nova Scotia and he was from Kentucky but they settled in Saville, Ohio about 22 miles from Akron.  Their farm was 160 acres (1/4th of a square mile).  They built a house and barn to fit them--14 ' high ceilings, 8 1/2 high doors, a 10 ' long bed and then stocked it with the largest animals they could find.  Their horses stood 18 hands high and their cows were giants as were the rest of their animals. 

So my adventure was to visit Ohio last weekend to raise some funds for the Giants Museum there.  The people that operated the Museum and Historical Society treated us like royalty.  They took us through the museum and drove us out to the farm to see the barn that still stands.  They still raise the Budweiser sized horses there and they gave me one of the horse shoes--it is big enough to fit around a girl's basketball.  They also treated us to a very nice lunch and took us to the local cemetery where the giants are entombed. 

Anna died first and Martin had an 8' tall likeness of her sculpted in Italy.  The sandstone statue stands atop a 10' high marble base so together her monument reaches 18 . into the sky. 

After the tours I spoke to a nice group of people at a nearby hall.  We raised some money for the museum and had a wonderful time visiting with the giants museum supporters in Saville.  Bonnie Aker went with me to take photographs.  Together we plan on developing a coffee table book to tell the love story of the two giants. 


Ernie Benko from ARC Television in Norton, Virginia also met us there to film the events from which they will produce a DVD of our time there.  The museum will be able to sell the DVD's to raise more funds for their museum.  If you would like to help their museum by buying a copy of my booklet called A Giant Love Affair for $6 or to order a copy of the DVD when they are ready for distribution just send me a note at Richard.crowe@ymail.com.  The good news that  we got when we returned home was that the Letcher County group hoping to build a museum for the giants here, had made their last payment on the land for the museum site.  Now just a building and a statue to go and they will become one of three giants museums and his story will continue to be told.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Autumn In Kentucky

Here we are on the eve of November breaking high temp records in Kentucky.  Halloween looms just ahead and I've bought just enough candy to  rot my granddaughters teeth which will keep my daughter and son-in-law in debt for many years to come.  Speaking of son-in-laws I'm wondering if fathers of daughters ever really get to liking and trusting their
daughter's choice for the new man in their lives. Just being honest.  Dale is the father of my granddaughters and has been wed to my daughter for over a dozen years and I'm just now letting my fatherly concerns ebb a little.  Is that human nature or is it just me.  Would love to hear what my readers of this blog feel on the subject. 

Returning to  temps in October and early November in Kentucky, we all know that the temps bounce all over the place like a basketball being dribbled toward the goal.  For me these swings of temps also result in changes in garb.  I like to go to sleep with no clothing and one blanket to keep the shivers away.  The ceiling fan is on and the bedroom outside door is open.  Now that is perfect sleeping weather and attire for me.  Around 3 am nature calls and while I'm up I turn off the fan and close the outside door.  I take the meds I'm supposed to take well before breakfast and head back to bed.  Around 6 am the furnace kicks on alerting me to the fact that it has turned cooler outside.  I ignore it for as long as I can then get up and quickly don sweat pants and shirt.  I move from my bed to my favorite chair and snooze some more if I don't have any early appointments.  About 8 to 9 am I arise to make the most of my day.  I prepare breakfast and devour it while watching Kelly and whoever her co-host is for the day.  I enjoy their banter for the first 15 minutes of the show. I feel apart of their conversation and when they spin the wheel to see where the call in contestant may be going if they know the answer to their question about something someone said on the previous show I'm up and busy writing--if I'm lucky or paying bills if I'm not so blessed.  By 11am I notice that I'm sweating so I remove the sweat suit pieces and open the outside door again. Now is the time for shorts and a tee shirt and the ceiling fan is turned on again.  This becomes a pleasant time of day until the late afternoon sun hits full force about 3 pm and lasts till about 6 pm.  During this time period he door is shut and the air conditioner is turned on reducing the inside heat from 85-90 degrees down to 70 degrees. Now I know it's getting to be supper time so I either go out to eat or search the frige for whatever savory delight I can find.  It is also time to turn off the a/c and reopen the outside door.  This condition will take me to bedtime and I start the process over again.  Don't get me wrong, I love spring time and I love fall and much prefer all the tinkering it takes to be comfortable  to the too highs of summer and the too lows of winter.  If I didn't love Kentucky and my granddaughters being close enough to spend time with I might return to Hawaii where the temps are a constant 82 degrees enhanced by the sea winds that carry the aroma of island flowers with every breath.  But as for me, I'll stay right where I am, write and tell my stories whenever someone wants to hear them.