Cape Central High Top 10 List

In all the excitement over Mother’s Birthday Season, I almost missed the first birthday of this website.

The first posting, on Oct. 20, 2009, contained photographs of the Bill Emerson Memorial Bridge to test whether I liked the web template (I didn’t). If the picture is familiar, it’s because it went on to be one of the two header photos.

I envisioned the site as someplace I could “park” photos while I scanned them. I never dreamed that anyone would actually want to see this stuff, let alone read my ramblings. When I saw that random postings were acquiring a following, I started doing nearly daily updates starting at the end of November of last year.

Top Ten List

Here is a list of the ten most read stories, from top down. Click on the link to go to the story.

  1. Rush Limbaugh and Koran-burning Preacher Terry Jones were in same class
  2. This summer’s CHS Reunion, Day 1
  3. The Boat House
  4. Bill Jackson’s transition to Jacqie
  5. Cape’s New Water Park
  6. Radioactive teenage girls
  7. The last night of this summer’s CHS Reunion
  8. Dancing in the bank parking lot
  9. 1966 aerial photos of Southeast Missouri University
  10. Tour of the old Central High school

More visitors than Cape residents

I ran a Google Analytics report on our first year. The site has had 35,851 unique visitors. That’s more people than were counted in Cape Girardeau in the 2000 Census (35,349). I’ve written 239 posts in 365 days and you folks have left 2,605 comments. That’s an extraordinary amount of interaction, and I thank you for it.

Visitors have come from all 50 states and a total of 115 countries or territories. They’ve looked at 177,471 pages

192,454 words

I’ve written about 192,454 words, and you readers have left about 134,596 words of comments. If we’d have been that prolific when we were writing term papers, we’d have earned A-grades from Miss Sadler. (Well, she might have marked us down a grade point for spelling and grammar.)

2,269 photos

Let’s face it, it ain’t my writing that makes this site unique, it’s the photos.

The site has published 2,269 photos, some of which I’m proud; others probably should have stayed in that plastic garbage can under my darkroom table.

One of the most satisfying things about this project has been the number of messages I’ve gotten from readers who have seen photos of their parents and have used those to start discussions about their lives. Many of you have seen a side of them you never knew existed.

Lester Harris and Fred Kaempfer are good examples.

At one time, I was afraid of turning into One-Shot Frony. When I look at the body of work he left behind, though, I see why he stayed in Cape.

Where do we go from here?

I thought I’d be able to wrap Cape up in about a year, then I’d move on to my stint in Ohio. Instead, I’m finding that I’ve only scratched the surface. I have some stories and photos in the pipeline that I think will be as good or better than anything you’ve seen so far.

Down in the Cement Plant quarry

Here’s a sample of what’s coming. This is a shot of the huge columns of stone in the Cement Plant quarry caverns before they were blasted out in the mid-to-late 70s.

Is there a book in the future?

I’ve found out that advertising isn’t going to come close to covering the expenses of producing this site. This isn’t the right market for it, I’m a lousy salesman and I’d rather produce stuff for you to read than beg for bucks.

Kid Matt is looking at what it would cost to produce a book of the best work. We’ll let you know what we find out. Anybody interested in something you could hold in your hand, instead of just see on the screen? The last thing in the world I want is a shed full of books nobody wants.

Red Sky at Night…

Way back in Boy Scout Troop 8 days, we learned all kinds of useful sayings:

  • “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight; red sky at morning, sailor take warning.”
  • “Leaflets three, let it be.”
  • “Red on yellow, kill a fellow; red on black, friend of Jack”

Do old adages hold true?

Don’t take my word for it. The Library of Congress’s Science Fun Facts has the answer.

Red sky at night, sailors delight.

When we see a red sky at night, this means that the setting sun is sending its light through a high concentration of dust particles. This usually indicates high pressure and stable air coming in from the west. Basically good weather will follow.

Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.

A red sunrise reflects the dust particles of a system that has just passed from the west. This indicates that a storm system may be moving to the east. If the morning sky is a deep fiery red, it means a high water content in the atmosphere. So, rain is on its way.

[The rearview mirror shot, by the way, was taken by Wife Lila while she was waiting for me to come back to the car from somewhere.]

“Leaflets three, let it be” is good advice

Poison Ivy plants have a classic tripartite structure (i.e., a poison ivy leaf is comprised of three leaflets).

Dad and I were some of the lucky ones apparently immune to Poison Ivy. He would reach up and pull down the vines with his bare hands. I was never brave – nor foolish – enough to do that, but I didn’t go out of my way to avoid the plant. Mother, on the other hand, would break out in a rash if she just looked at the leaves hard.

How about that snake thing?

Wikipedia says that coral snakes are most notable for their red, yellow/white, and black colored banding. (Several nonvenomous species have similar coloration, however, including the Scarlet Kingsnake, the Milk Snake, and the Chionactis occipitalis annulata.)

In some regions, the order of the bands distinguishes between the non-venomous mimics and the venomous coral snakes, inspiring some folk rhymes — “Red on yellow, kill a fellow; red on black, friend of Jack” (for similar looking Milk Snakes).

However, this only reliably applies to coral snakes native to North America.

Coral snakes found in other parts of the world can have distinctly different patterns, have red bands touching black bands, have only pink and blue banding, or have no banding at all.

I never saw a coral snake until I moved to Florida. Had I seen something that COULD have been a coral snake, I wouldn’t have bothered to pull out a color chart. I’d have beat feet.

In less enlightened times, the standard Southeast Missouri response to seeing a serpent was to kill ’em all and let God sort them out.

I was never so happy as when I found out that The Missourian had a no-snakes policy. At The Jackson Pioneer, it was common for Billy Bob to pull up in front of the paper to have someone (usually me) take the obligatory photo of him holding a dead snake at arms-length.

The Moon is “holding water”

Dad used to look up at the sky and say, “The Moon is holding water,” meaning that the crescent Moon looked like a basin that was holding rain.

I could visualize the symbolism, but never knew the full association. The folks over at NASA say different cultures assign different and confusing names to the crescent moon.

Some ancient skywatchers spoke of the crescent Moon when the bottom seems to be lit as the “wet moon”. They thought it looked like a bowl which could fill up with the rain and snow of the winter season. In Hawaiian astrology, Kaelo the Water Bearer rules from January 20 – February 18. According to the Hawaiian Calendar, Kaelo is the “Dripping Wet Moon” month. However, many other cultures have defined the Moon when lit on the bottom as the “dry moon” since in that configuration, the Moon is “holding in the water”.

As winter passes into spring and summer, the crescent shape slowly shifts toward the south and begins to “stand on its end”. To some ancients, this represented the Moon assuming a pouring position in which it will lose its water and result in the great summer rains. The result was the creation of a “dry moon”, one which held no water because it all poured out. On the other hand, other cultures said that such a moon is a wet moon because it allowed the water to pour out!

Down by the Riverside

Today was too pretty a day not to jump on the bike. I had some great conversations along the way that are going to turn into some interesting stories.

Few of my bike rides don’t end up without a stop at the Mississippi River. Even if you aren’t moved by the power of the river, it’s a great spot for people watching.

I encountered an elderly trio watching a northbound tow. The two women were eager to get shopping, but the man was comfortable watching the string of barges go by. When I asked where they were from, they gave the name of a small town not far from Cape.

Too lazy to steal

“I went to school with a boy from there” and told them his name. For reasons soon to be obvious, it’s best if I don’t mention the town or the friend.

“He grew up next to us. I’ve known him since he was this high,” the man said, with a gesture. “He was so lazy his mother had to mow the lawn.”

“Sounds like my buddy, all right. We always thought he was too lazy to steal, but he became a lawyer and proved us wrong,” I said.

Not reading Huck Finn

My eye was drawn to Race Bradley who was reading a book on his Barnes and Noble NOOK eBook Reader. Race ought to sell them because he gave a lot of good arguments for his WiFi version.

  • Inexpensive compared to the Kindle or iPad
  • Great visibility in bright sunlight.
  • Even though he has good eyesight, enlarging the font makes the book easier to read.
  • Expandable storage capacity.

I was disappointed to find out that he wasn’t reading Mark Twain.

Music along the Mississippi

When I first spotted Daniel Atwood, he was all alone strumming his guitar, with his feet almost in the wake splashed up by the huge tow. Before long, he was joined by some of his friends.

Daniel is a musical free spirit who said he had played in some bands, but wasn’t looking for conventional commercial or monetary success. “I live to play,” he said. He doesn’t even need an audience:  he likes the impermanent nature of live music. “It’s here, then it’s gone.”

You SAW Pete Seeger?

The group seemed a little cool to this interloper until I mentioned that I had shot Pete Seeger in 1977. “You SAW Pete Seeger?” one of the guys said, reaching out his hand.

“Yep, go to my Cape website, enter Pete Seeger as a search term and you’ll see him playing in White Springs, FL. If you go to my bike site and search for Peter, Paul and Mary, you’ll see them playing Ohio University the day after Martin Luther King was shot.

After that, we had a great discussion about a variety of musicians and types of music. I really enjoyed my hour on the riverfront.

Reminded me of Amy Murphy

The afternoon reminded me a bit of meeting aspiring actor Amy Murphy last year at this time. I’m still waiting for her to become famous.

89th Birthday Season

Every year I write about Mother’s Birthday Season. She claims that after you reach a certain age, you deserve more than a Birth DAY.

Mother was bragging about going to the doctor for a recent physical. She got a clean bill of health from the doctor, then was handed off to a woman who said she was going to ask her some questions that would sound silly. When she was done, the woman said that the questions were designed to test her memory. “You passed with 100%. Not many people do that.”

“Yeah,” Mother responded, “but I may not be able to find my car in the parking lot.”

Mother passes memory test

Mother doesn’t waste time. After Lila lit the candles, and before I could shoot a picture, the phone rang. She didn’t wait for me to hang it up, she just blew out all her candles.

“You’re going to have to do that again. How’s it going to look if I don’t have a photo of you with your cake and candles.”

When Brother Mark came up from the basement, he asked, “What’s with all the smoke in here?”

“I was just giving Mother a couple of tests. When she said, ‘I’ve already blown these out once,’ we figured she passed the memory part; when she was able to blow them out twice, we figured her lungs were OK.”

A Digital Grandmother

We hooked her up with WebTV about 10 years ago so the family could include her in our email. She took to it immediately. Most of us live on the computer, so she was able to share in our lives in a way that wouldn’t have happened if we had to rely on snail mail and letters.

Digital camera came next

We bought her a digital camera for Christmas last year, fearing she’d never figure out how to upload photos. She took more photos in six months than she had in the previous 10 years, and she turned out to have a pretty good eye, as evidenced by the snow photo above.

When I chided her for not having people in her photos, she started ambushing perfect strangers in Walmart and the beauticians who do her hair.

The WebTv became cranky, frustrating and obsolete. Because it ran IE6, it wouldn’t load a lot of websites, including PalmBeachBikeTours.

Time for an iPad

I got a good deal on an iPad, so Brother Mark and I decided to give her an early Birthday Season gift.

Son Adam was going to visit his grandmother, so we shipped it out with him so he could give her a taste of it, figuring I could help her more when I arrived in Cape in October.

Since she had never been a typist, she took to the touchscreen concept much better than a keyboard.

“What’s this Facebook thing I keep hearing about?” she asked Adam. We thought it might be confusing for her, but she insisted. She’s now on Facebook.

She’s had to make a resolution about her iPad usage. She allows herself to check for new mail as soon as she gets up, but she’s made herself promise that she won’t pick it up again until she’s made her coffee, had breakfast and gotten dressed.

It didn’t take her long to figure out how to upload photos using her camera and the iPad. She’s also been cruising around town looking for wireless hot spots, we think.

Coffee maker, flowers and stuff

Mark knew that Mother’s coffee maker had taken a dive, so he replaced her yard sale special with a fancy Keurig machine that she claims is more complicated to operate than her iPad.

Flowers and other gifts kept showing up throughout the week.

She wants work, too

She and Adam discovered some tin had been blown back on the roof of one of our sheds in Dutchtown. Mark and I climbed up on the roof to repair it as a Birthday Season present.

Showing that she had the Steinhoff priorities straight, she was ready with her camera in case one (or both) of us fell off. She had her cell phone set to dial 9-1-1, but she was going to get the photo first.

A visit to Advance Cemetery

Since we were halfway there, we decided to cruise on down to Advance, Mother’s home town. While we were there, we stopped at the cemetery, where Mother’s brother Kenneth (for whom I was named) is buried. I didn’t know it, but Mother owns two empty plots next to my grandparents’ graves.

She told Mark that she was going to offer them to him if he didn’t have other plans. Mark decided to try them out for size, but immediately jumped up because of all the stickers in the grass. I missed the action, unfortunately, but did document part of the cleanup operation. Mark decided that since he didn’t get a warm feeling from the offered plot, he may make other long-term arrangements.

Past Birthday Season stories