The Golden Lion Bed & Breakfast

True Laughter 13 May 2012, 5:25 am

The year, 1950...the month is May...the smile is big...and the shirt says "Let's Hide".  It is a picture of my older brother as a young un', what a deal!

I came across this photograph last evening while looking through a group of family pictures.  It had never passed before my eyes, and I smiled as wide as Henry seemed to be smiling.  My older brother as a young child of one year of age.  Not many times do you get a chance to see your older brother in his life before you were born.  He certainly seems to have enjoyed his first year.

"Man that was a good one", he seems to be saying.  "Got another one to keep me laughing?"  It must have really been hard to keep those one year old kids laughing while you tried to get a good picture taken.

Well Henry, you got a good one taken here.  True laughter comes from within.

A New Blog 7 May 2012, 3:51 am

An interest in history has helped me to explore many facets of my own family tree climbing.  It has added depth and color to the leaves and branches.  Many of these branches have lead to Kentucky, its history, and early settlement. [Richard Henderson of Transylvania Company is a g.g....grandfather on the maternal side!]

A new blog titled: Historic Danville, KY gives me a way to express this interest by writing about the early history of Kentucky.  Moving to Danville some 12 years ago, I became interested in how it came to be named.   My years of research forms the foundation of this blog.  Come join me if you have an interest in this..."Dan(s)...ville".

The Music of Life 27 Apr 2012, 8:02 am

Life is our existence as we know it. Existence is our reality as we experience it. Experience is our conscious perception of the environment that surrounds us. Our perception of this environment is brought to us through an organic platform made up of trillions of cells that somehow have figured out a way to function in concert. A concert that provides our conscious existence with this experience. Beginning at the union of 23 chromosomes to make that first unique cell [seems to take 46 chromosomes to get things working well], our existence and experience play their first note ... ah yes, the music of life.

Adam's Rib...sort of... 12 Apr 2012, 6:13 am

Expressing one's thoughts has been a goal of mankind for generations. Taking what is in the mind, and placing it as an image on things that will remain, seems to be an activity from the earliest times. From the first "doodle" [an aimless scribble, design, or sketch] to the "Mona Lisa" [a master piece], mankind has left such markings.

The sketch to the right is a tracing from one of the earliest human images. It is an engraving on a bone, thought to be a piece of reindeer bone. Some believe it to be an image of a man. The lines are certainly purposeful. A man...or a bird... or a... what do you think? The bone was found in a limestone cave [Pin Hole Cave], Derbyshire, England. It must have been one of those long winter nights with spare ribs for dinner. After eating, what does one do to pass the time. Let's take this little piece of flint and carve into this bone while it is still soft. Legs, arms, head... an eye... maybe could use a knife in hand... a little chunky maybe. Oh well, try again next time.

Wow, I thought... Adam's rib it is. The first to draw an image left to us...sort of.

The tracing is made from a picture shown:

Piggott S., Daniel G., A Picture Book of Ancient British Art, Cambridge, University Press, 1951. plate I.

Also shown in:

Hadingham, E. Secrets of The Ice Age, A Reappraisal of Prehistoric Man, Walker and Company, NY, 1979. p.226.

Pin Hole Cave is discussed in:

Dyer, J., Prehistoric England and Wales, Penguin Books, NY, 1981. p.99.

What would you have drawn?

A Gate to Nowhere 10 Apr 2012, 6:26 am

Gates open and close. They keep things in, or they keep things out. They often set boundaries which give definition to neighborhoods, or declare limits to traffic, public or private. Gates are all around us. They are built by man to imply that if you are on one side, you might want to get to the other. [All that green grass and stuff.]

The picture to the right shows a gate. It was taken after the destruction of a tornado that removed all boundaries. It was just about all that was left standing, blown open by the wind of an F-5 monster. An "act of God", some folks would call it.

Pretty useless this gate stands now. No boundaries, no landmarks, no anything that remains. A gate to nowhere I thought...have you experienced one?

Hours of Our Days 26 Mar 2012, 7:50 am

Passing another year above ground is a good thing. [Just passed 61 years!] Most of our ancestors are below ground and that is the way it is supposed to be. Life, death... time passes... one generation to the next.

This past birthday was special with daughters and grandsons making special trips to help celebrate this passing. My youngest daughter left her words on a card :

"I am thankful for how God imagined our family into being... how he saw us singing in Wales, roughing it in the wilderness, striving to raise our families in love & wisdom. Generations after generation he knew the boarders of our land and the hours of our days. Thank you for sharing these days & these boarders with me. I am better because of it. I love you dearly, Ellen"

Oh yes, thank you Ellen. I love you dearly. How important are the hours of our days.

Marine Robin 19 - 20 : The End 20 Mar 2012, 7:42 am

I can't imagine how long it would have taken to line all these folks along the side of the ship. Seven to eight rows deeps, and running the length of the entire ship. It would certainly seem that most of the folks wanted to get their picture taken. Something about that... having your picture taken. Especially after returning home, to remember the voyage.

No names, only faces are shown. Lines and lines of faces that have seen life in a setting unknown to most of us.

Here we are. The last two pictures of a long series of photographs that records the faces of these folks in 1946.


The end for some...perhaps the beginning for others.

Marine Robin 16 - 18 : Standing on The Lifeboat 19 Mar 2012, 7:57 am

Lots of folks, and lots of pictures. Not sure how you would be able to pick yourself out of the crowd. Seems like you would have to remember some kind of land mark or structure, and place yourself at the front, middle, or end of the ship.






How about a lifeboat? Can you imagine thinking, I will know where I am in this picture because I am standing on a lifeboat.
At least four guys seem to be standing on the lifeboat in picture 17. I wonder how they got up there? At least they would know where to look among all these pictures.

Wow, standing on a lifeboat. Perhaps, the whole ship was the lifeboat.

Marine Robin 13 - 15 ; On Down the Line 17 Mar 2012, 7:17 am

Rows and rows of folks... it keeps going. Most have the standard military hat showing. A few have sun glasses.

Some are squatting , some are hanging on to any thing that will support them. What a crew it is.









All line up in rows...on down the line.

Marine Robin 10 - 12 : All Lined Up 16 Mar 2012, 8:21 am

Following orders must have been part of the game plan. Just imagine what it would have taken to get all the hundreds and hundreds of folks all lined up in a row. In some places it appears to be six to seven rows deep. "Stem to Stern" or what ever the right term is suppose to be.



Cooperation would have been paramount! Just imagine if a few of the folks said, "Man...not me... I'm not going to the side and stand there!"



What would our world be like today if these folks had not worked together to bring to close the issues of the day... all together.... all on this ship... all lined up.