tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.comments2023-08-03T08:51:51.713-04:00THE MONDAY EVENING CLUBUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-19941306170055176162018-01-19T12:05:31.744-05:002018-01-19T12:05:31.744-05:00Hi Patty,
Thanks for sharing your story. I'm ...Hi Patty,<br /><br />Thanks for sharing your story. I'm only seeing this today, since this is not my own sight. I never knew you were a cyclist. Yes, we all have war stories. I hope you are thriving.<br /><br />Best,<br />RickRichard L. Floydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12113908222186199761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-37439517503782155382017-08-06T21:05:45.390-04:002017-08-06T21:05:45.390-04:00I met you in 2000 when I moved to the Berkshires f...I met you in 2000 when I moved to the Berkshires from Sarasota, FL and you became my Pastor. Our children attended school together and dynamics have changed over the years, and now we find ourselves members of the same church once again. Over the years, we have talked about the road you've been on, and I marvel at the grace in which you have navigated that road. Funny, but not always in a ha-ha way, how life brings us face to face with new ways to stretch and grow along the path. I marvel at the bond you and Martha share with your lovely children and I celebrate along with you at the recent addition of grandchildren to this tight knit family. You have always been such an inspiration to me and I want you to know that I hold you in such high esteem. Enjoy the ride, my friend!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040954721692099244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-89811292517952435702017-08-06T09:06:49.118-04:002017-08-06T09:06:49.118-04:00When I first reconnected with you, I wondered abou...When I first reconnected with you, I wondered about a comment you made about your "injury". I am also a cyclist (though not so much since we returned from Central America), having done a multitude of Centuries in Florida and Georgia, and the 170 mile Cross Florida Ride (11 hours in the saddle, member of the Florida Freewheelers and the Space Coast Freewheelers) and riding the 120 miles solo from the boat (Titusville) to my daughter's house in Ocala, FL. I was out for a mere 50-miler one Sunday morning (solo - one of my favorite ways to spin), when an approaching car suddenly turned right into my path. All I saw was the rear passenger door. Down goes the shoulder (like a football player), then down goes Patty. The car door had my impression in it. Lying in the driveway of the business I ended up at, I remember hearing passers-by asking each other what I was doing. I was doing what I had been trained to - wash off the road rash and blood covering my entire left side with what was left in my water-bottle, ask if my bike (Fuji) was ok, then grab my cell and try to call Gary to come pick me and the bike up. But I had trouble sitting up - my back felt strange. EMT showed up. Same scenario - did you lose consciousness? I don't think so - is my helmet damaged - that's one way to tell. They wanted to take me to the ER, but by this time Gary had arrived, and I wouldn't leave my trusty steed for someone else to transport. If it hadn't been for the very strange feeling in my back, I probably would have gotten back in the saddle and finished the final 12 miles back home, bleeding and all. At the ER, I wouldn't allow the nurses to cut into my jersey or shorts. I was stitched up, shot up with Demerol, and made to stand up and raise my left arm to get x-rayed. I fainted from the pain - severe separation. Back in the ER, my dad showed up. He told me that he didn't dare call my sister, Martha, for fear that she would freak out (we almost lost her during her Senior year at Newton South High School - horrible pedestrian/car encounter in Boston, in which her friend was killed instantly and Martha was gravely injured). My "adventure" happened the year after my mom passed, and dad's nerves were understandably pretty raw. Fuji was fine - just a slight inward bend on the left bar. No head trauma. Surgery not required, but lasting tendency to separate. As cyclists, we've all suffered road rash (took me a while to learn to unclip before coming to a stop), seen the beauty of our surroundings, worked like crazy on the uphills, hugged the crossbar on the downhills, dodged loose dogs, hit the potholes, and shared the pull and draft positions in the train. Life is so very much like this. Sometimes we need the solo ride - other times, we need the pull and movement of the pack. Glad you came through ok! We're all survivors of one sort or another. Sailorgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05571782456238556735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-29539349154391812952016-12-17T03:05:31.222-05:002016-12-17T03:05:31.222-05:00Fascinating account of an American hero. Thank you...Fascinating account of an American hero. Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16378152946333560335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-58881547896292301422016-05-07T21:28:19.447-04:002016-05-07T21:28:19.447-04:00Surprised to see such a quick response.
Looks lik...Surprised to see such a quick response.<br /><br />Looks like things might be moving ahead, but one never knows.<br /><br />Good luck sir.<br /><br />I shall check back later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-13447426343350924622016-05-07T12:20:29.266-04:002016-05-07T12:20:29.266-04:00Something interesting about an unpublished diary o...Something interesting about an unpublished diary of Whittlesey in a descendant's possession was just posted.<br /><br />Read this <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/stories/2016/5/7/1524157/-The-Great-Depression-From-a-Son-of-an-Okie" rel="nofollow">post</a>.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-7247108362426850922015-05-08T09:45:47.624-04:002015-05-08T09:45:47.624-04:00Hi Gary, yes, I pose that possibility in the paper...Hi Gary, yes, I pose that possibility in the paper, and have queried elsewhere, but nobody has come forward with any actual people. At this stage, it doesn't seem likely to me that any Dutch language ability survives that genuinely descends from the old Hudson Valley Dutch.<br /><br />Anonymous Feb 25: There is plenty of interest in the Dutch heritage in the Hudson Valley, so who knows, it could happen. But there's no project underway or planned that I know of.Martin Langeveldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745134335677178737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-91486633380956561892015-03-29T09:33:26.627-04:002015-03-29T09:33:26.627-04:00Just found this and a question: can there not be a...Just found this and a question: can there not be a handful of very aged persons in the Hudson Valley who still speak or know elements of old Dutch? If the language was spoken into the mid-1900's, surely someone who then was, say, 18, 20 or 25 might still be living who would know the tongue, possibly in remote towns along or off the Hudson. Has nothing of this been traced in recent years?<br /><br />GaryGary Gillmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-86472697928356118412015-02-25T12:37:40.480-05:002015-02-25T12:37:40.480-05:00Is there any Jersey Dutch revitalisation project? ...Is there any Jersey Dutch revitalisation project? If they revived Hebrew, they may revive Jersey Dutch as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-62315257512762575332015-02-20T09:30:26.490-05:002015-02-20T09:30:26.490-05:00This was an interesting post. I am from Hillburn a...This was an interesting post. I am from Hillburn and Suffern, NY, and interested in the local history. On many Internet forums, member of the Ramapough Mountain people have made interesting claims about their heritage. While not disputing their accuracy, these need to be researched and documented by historians. Otherwise, they remain just anecdotes and legends. Stephen M. Bauerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-14407790667727778592014-08-18T10:44:46.283-04:002014-08-18T10:44:46.283-04:00What a wonderful talk! Norman's wit, intellige...What a wonderful talk! Norman's wit, intelligence and humor shine through. Thanks for sharing this important piece of history on your blog.laurie norton moffatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15892872842620888040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-86022569176650835882014-03-26T13:40:43.565-04:002014-03-26T13:40:43.565-04:00Luke, sorry to take all this time before finding y...Luke, sorry to take all this time before finding your comment and approving for publication. Yes, you are right, I mixed up east and west. Papua New Guinea is on the east side. As a colony, it moved from German and British control to being an Australian protectorate after WWI, and gained independence in 1975. The west side is part of Indonesia and was a Dutch colony until 1962, known in Dutch as Nederlands-Nieuw-Guinea. Hope that clears it up.Martin Langeveldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745134335677178737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-87242730966804869212014-02-17T18:30:07.511-05:002014-02-17T18:30:07.511-05:00Robert, I enjoyed this version of your paper. It h...Robert, I enjoyed this version of your paper. It has grown since I read the version you sent me. I would like to get back in touch with you. I lost your contact info, so I am including my email: ntbsd@hotmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you. Newman Taylor BakerNewman Taylor Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12523662364958875622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-79673051884795641492014-01-04T06:08:11.746-05:002014-01-04T06:08:11.746-05:00You have confused the east and west sides. Papua ...You have confused the east and west sides. Papua New Guinea is on the east side of the island. Irian Jaya/West Papua is on the west (as the new nomenclature would imply.)Lukehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00240541527585974716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-8255016515282484072013-08-23T11:25:45.549-04:002013-08-23T11:25:45.549-04:00Thank you, L. Reggiori.Thank you, L. Reggiori.Martin Langeveldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745134335677178737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-6973551046749847562013-08-23T11:08:48.984-04:002013-08-23T11:08:48.984-04:00My biggest admiration and my deepest respect for w...My biggest admiration and my deepest respect for what you were.<br />RIP<br /><br />L.Reggiori - french citizenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-55647009408287717572013-03-17T15:27:08.883-04:002013-03-17T15:27:08.883-04:00Thanks for your comment, James. Whittlesey was vir...Thanks for your comment, James. Whittlesey was virtually broke when he died, according to the probate report published in the New York Times. It had not occurred to me that he probably had given away most of his money in anticipation of his planned suicide, but I think your speculation is correct.Martin Langeveldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745134335677178737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-11385475493924163452013-03-17T06:27:52.250-04:002013-03-17T06:27:52.250-04:00Mr. Langeveld, thank you for an excellent summatio...Mr. Langeveld, thank you for an excellent summation of the life, and death, of Col. Whittlesey. I concur that he suffered from undiagnosed and untreated PTSD. Since I began studying him and the "Lost Battalion", I have wondered how conflicted he must have been. As evidenced by his activities at Williams he was clearly an intellectual,but it is just as clear that he had known hard physical labor in his early years growing up in the woods of northern Wisconsin. During his years at Williams, while his primary interest lay in letters, TR was president, and he certainly exemplified all the virtues of physical exertion, public service and leadership which surely inspired young men then as did Kennedy decades later. Obviously, that had something to do with his attending Plattsburg in 1916 in anticipation of war. With the end of the war coming less than a month after the engagement the question of whether it was worth the sacrifice had to have a profound effect on one such as Whittlesey. Also, since the units involved consisted largely of local men, it meant that he would necessarily encounter fellow survivors, or worse, mothers of those who did not, from time to time. Whether or not a sentiment of doubt about his course of action was expressed, he surely felt it. There is no doubt that Whittlesey felt under a great deal of pressure to perform in the Argonne. He was being promoted while other officers were being cashiered by Pershing for failures in command. He drove his men to sacrifice as much as he himself was driven. He carried an amazing burden that could not be laid aside in spite of all the speeches and visits to hospitals he undertook. I speculate he was broke because he gave his money away out of either duty or guilt, or a mix of both. His Regimental commander wrote a letter that was read at the Memorial service in which he stated that Whittlesey had died in the Argonne Forest. No doubt true in the spiritual sense. And, I surmise that the Unknown Soldier ceremony had a profound effect upon him. He may have felt some envy of him since the dead suffer no longer, and, thus, his own fate became clear. I think all this can easily explain why he felt himself a "misfit." Colonel Whittlesey was a man to be admired, and probably difficult to know. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07317127232055690398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-7503154440202219192013-02-12T09:04:55.447-05:002013-02-12T09:04:55.447-05:00What a fabulous paper. I'm really sorry to hav...What a fabulous paper. I'm really sorry to have missed it and the discussion that I imagined ensued--in Latin, I expect!<br />erikerik bruunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384196107228700453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-42036772516715675572013-02-02T00:02:40.848-05:002013-02-02T00:02:40.848-05:00Bob, It's wonderful to see your paper on Dr. B...Bob, It's wonderful to see your paper on Dr. Baker on the Monday Evening Club page, and the photograph with Rev. Hinton. My apologies for not getting in touch. Still working on getting my project completed but look forward to talking with you soon. Karen HatchKaren Hatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04989633499516606158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-53086754222665788682012-11-27T08:54:28.705-05:002012-11-27T08:54:28.705-05:00Marco, the lead about the old sisters I have pursu...Marco, the lead about the old sisters I have pursued a bit but was not able to track down. I may give it another go. I would love to have any direct contacts with families in the Catskills using Dutch words and phrases. Did you mention that on a language forum somewhere? That's where I first came across mention of that. In any case it doesn't surprise me. In my own family, we still use some words and sayings of French origin that date from the time of Napoleon's occupation of the Netherlands over 200 years ago (and which each generation has passed on specifically with that provenance).Martin Langeveldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745134335677178737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-21439898330651322682012-11-27T08:16:39.777-05:002012-11-27T08:16:39.777-05:00Martin, have you done anything with this lead yet?...Martin, have you done anything with this lead yet? I actually heard of some family in the Catskills that still use quite a number of colonial Dutch words and phrases in their everyday language within their families. One elderly lady from the area is said to be fluent in the language.<br />That would actually mean a shock to Dutch linguists who generally assume the last first language speaker must have died before 1930...Marcohttp://evenhoven.nlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-9717222644413313462012-11-20T10:44:55.961-05:002012-11-20T10:44:55.961-05:00Brad,
Thank you for including me in your story an...Brad,<br /><br />Thank you for including me in your story and also trusting me as the transmission engineer for that broadcast. I was 24 years old at the time and that was one of the most terrifying 30 minutes of my broadcast career. It definitely was a team effort that pulled us through to a successful broadcast.<br /><br /> - Ray FallonRay Fallonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-55433175667757149022012-10-13T20:36:55.830-04:002012-10-13T20:36:55.830-04:00Very interesting story on Thilo Rethmann. One of m...Very interesting story on Thilo Rethmann. One of my personal favorite con men, Soapy Smith of Skagway Alaska, operated several confidence games in the 1890's. I'm having a drink and giving a toast to these fine fellows right now, as I write these words in front of my fire. Thanks for the pointers.John Tillmannnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779045346757254296.post-77372058774516655642012-07-19T16:32:13.145-04:002012-07-19T16:32:13.145-04:00Heads Up! Thilo has risen from the dead and has s...Heads Up! Thilo has risen from the dead and has set up a LinkedIn account! And, not even under an alias . . . His alias include: Thilo Rethmann, Thilo Timothy Newman, and, of course, the always entertaining and famous writer, Ronald Shusett..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com