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Choice Classic Radio presents Escape, which aired from 1947 to 1954. Today we bring to you the episode titled “Flood on the Goodwins.” Please consider supporting our show by becoming a patron at http://choiceclassicradio.com We hope you enjoy the show!

Watch on Philo! - Philo.tv/DTHKat and Jacob are looking at the house burnt down and trying to figure out how their dad was there. Jacob says we can't both leave, one of us has to stay and help Elijah. He says she should stay. So Jacob goes back and tells everyone about the fire. Del is shocked to hear this news and Elliot is shocked to find out that Kat stayed behind with Thomas. Alice asked to describe what Colton was wearing and she figures out that's why he was in the pond the day of that funeral. Jacob goes to the computer to figure how he can get back at the Goodwins by ruining their wine vineyard. Elliot is looking at the clock and finds some something inside of it.Jacob goes to work and figure out where the keys are for the fuel tanks and how to get into the garage to get those keys. Alice goes back to the 70s to try to get answers and Colton tells her the record label is interested in his music and they should go sing together! She says I don't think I should go. But Evelyn going to go with him and be her groupie. But all he really wants is to get many to impress Del's family. Alice catches him in the pond and confronts him. Kat finds out that the fire has done damage to Cyrus' lungs and he's going to die. Colton tells Alice about how he didn't believe his grandma about the pond but one day it worked and it took him back to the 1800's. He was so happy that he could help his ancestors. He comes back and tells his grandma and she is mad because he told them their future by talking about crops. He jumped again the day of Rick's funeral, he jumped hoping he could stop it. He ends up back in the 1800s and sees the riot and he felt responsible. He says he just tried again and that the pond doesn't work for him because he told them the future. For that reason, when he asks if she's like him, she says no. She then sees him get back to the farm where Del is waiting for him and he proposes to her and she says yes. She comes back and tells Del that he only time traveled as a teenager, never during your marriage. He never lied. But Del is still discouraged. Back in the 1800s, Thomas tells Kat that he once jumped to get to her but it didn't work. She says if this was going to work, I'd have to stay here and give up my life. Obviously she can't do it and he says he's going to leave and go find some family. She says goodbye my Thomas. Back in the 70s, Del asks Colton if he's going to go to San Fransisco for the music executive and he says he wants to stay here with her. Elliot convinces Jacob to bring him back to the 1800s to help with the repairs. Thomas watches as Kat and Elliot embrace and kiss. Then he makes eye contact with Elliot and they do a head nod. Evelyn tells Colton that she's leaving. He has to let her go. You have big dreams too - don't let anyone stop you and just looks at Del. Alice goes to hang out with Max and they have a real heart to heart and they kiss. She goes to talk to her mom and she's like did I kiss him cuz I wants to or because I know we end up together? Kat is like well did you want to kiss? No one knows where Jacob is but Del opens his laptop and knows about the fire. She goes down there and yells at her baby boy to get back in the truck and he does, but uh oh! There's a security camera.

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Noel Ng is the COO of Goodwins Law Corporation in Singapore, a firm with more than twenty years in the legal industry and a member of the International Lawyers Network. In this episode, Lindsay and Noel discuss Singapore's importance as a gateway to Asia, as well as Europe and South America's increase in focus on the country, and how creating online relationships are improved by taking them offline.

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/african-american-studies

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/anthropology

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/american-studies

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When Ed Goodwin moved with his parents to Greenwood, Tulsa, in 1914, his family joined a growing community on the cusp of becoming a national center of black life. But, just seven years later, on May 31, 1921, the teenaged Ed hid in a bathtub as a white mob descended on his neighborhood, laying waste to thirty-five blocks and murdering as many as three hundred people. The Tulsa Race Massacre was one of the most brutal acts of racist violence in U.S. history, a ruthless attempt to smother a spark of black independence. But that was never the whole story of Greenwood. The Goodwins and their neighbors soon rebuilt it into “a Mecca,” in Ed's words, where nightlife thrived, small businesses flourished, and an underworld economy lived comfortably alongside public storefronts. Prosperity and poverty intermixed, and icons from W.E.B. Du Bois to Muhammad Ali ambled down Greenwood Avenue, alongside maids, doctors, and every occupation in between. Ed grew into a prominent businessman and bought a newspaper called the Oklahoma Eagle to chronicle Greenwood's resurgence and battles against white bigotry. He and his wife, Jeanne, raised an ambitious family, and their son Jim, an attorney, embodied their hopes for the Civil Rights Movement in his work. But by the 1970s, urban renewal policies had nearly emptied the neighborhood, even as Jim and his neighbors tried to hold on to it. Today, while new high-rises and encroaching gentrification risk wiping out Greenwood's legacy for good, the family newspaper remains, and Ed's granddaughter Regina represents the neighborhood in the Oklahoma state legislature, working alongside a new generation of local activists. In Built from the Fire: The Epic Story of Tulsa's Greenwood District, America's Black Wall Street (Random House, 2023), journalist Victor Luckerson moves beyond the mythology of Black Wall Street to tell the story of an aspirant black neighborhood that, like so many others, has long been buffeted by racist government policies. Through the eyes of dozens of race massacre survivors and their descendants, Luckerson delivers an honest, moving portrait of this potent national symbol of success and solidarity—and weaves an epic tale about a neighborhood that refused, more than once, to be erased. Victor Luckerson is a journalist and author based in Tulsa who works to bring neglected Black history to light. He is a former staff writer at The Ringer and business reporter for Time magazine. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, The New Yorker, Wired, and Smithsonian. He was nominated for a National Magazine Award for his reporting in Time on the 1923 Rosewood Massacre. He also manages an email newsletter about underexplored aspects of Black history called Run It Back.  Reighan Gillam is an Associate Professor in the Department of Latin American, Latino, and Caribbean Studies at Dartmouth College. Her research examines the ways in which Afro-Brazilian media producers foment anti-racist visual politics through their image creations. She is the author of Visualizing Black Lives: Ownership and Control in Afro-Brazilian Media (University of Illinois Press). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/journalism

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Edward Goodwin went missing in June 2015. For more than two years, his family didn't know what happened to their son. Eventually witnesses say Goodwin had been beaten to death, his body dumped into a pond.  The sheriff's department partially drained the pond and found human hip bones, a femur bone, and some ribs. Edward Goodwin's body had been found, but the rest of his body was never recovered. This, despite assurances from law enforcement that the recovery would happen. After waiting for authorities to act, Connie Goodwin, Edward's mom, took it upon herself to get her son back. The Goodwins rented a sump pump to drain the pond themselves. As they started pumping the water out, bones could be seen sticking up through the water. The coroner was called and Edward Goodwin came home.        Joining Nancy Grace Today: Ed Goodwin - Victim's Father Connie Goodwin - Victim's Mother Jim Elliott - Of Counsel, Butler Snow LLP, www.butlersnow.com, Instagram: JimElliott1957 Sheryl McCollum - Forensic Expert, Founder: Cold Case Investigative Research Institute in Atlanta, GA, ColdCaseCrimes.org, @ColdCaseTips  Jim Akers - Coroner, Butler County, (Poplar Bluff, MO), Medicolegal Death Investigator, Instructor: Missouri Coroners and Medical Examiner's Association, Academy Instructor, Missouri Sheriff's Association Training Academy, Former Deputy Sheriff/Detective, Butler County Police Department Ryan Krull - Journalist, The Riverfront Times , Twitter: @RyanWKrull, RiverfrontTimes.com Josephine Wentzel - Krystal Mitchell's Mother, Founder, "Angels of Justice", Author: "THE CHASE: In Hot Pursuit of My Daughter's Killer", AngelsofJustice.org, Victim See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Consumer NZ has released a report on how the property management industry is tackling new privacy guidelines which where implemented by the Office of the Privacy Commission. The report is critical of the property management industry. But is it fair? Join us with special guest Catherine Goodwin from Goodwins in Auckland as well as Will Alexander from Renti in our latest podcast.

George Burns and Gracie Allen was one of the funniest duos in the history of American comedy. Both came from vaudeville, where they performed from childhood, honing their skills. When they met and decided to work together, they created an act that is unforgettable. While their earlier shows continued their standup vaudeville act, they gradually transformed their format to create one of the earliest situation comedies.

This week Scotty Goodwin, one Top Ten Percent Huntings own, joins Tribal and I to talk whitetail! He has a history of hammerin' some solid bucks in Indiana, especially with stick and string! He shares his epic hunt for a gobbler with his son(you can find it on out YouTube channel), also some of his personal tactics for big bucks and eliminating pressure. This is one you don't want to miss, it's a Goodwin!!

„Es gibt keine 100% guten Unternehmen und Marken,“ stellen Franka Mai und Tim Stübane von The Goodwins fest. Genau da wird es interessant für die Gründer:innen der Agentur, deren schon am Namen ablesbares Ziel es ist, das „Gute“ erfolgreich zu machen. Denn gute Unternehmen sind laut Franka und Tim eben nicht nur die, die bereits nachhaltig in allen Belangen agieren. Sondern solche, die sich ernsthaft und glaubwürdig auf den Weg gemacht haben. Und so unterstützen The Goodwins nicht nur kleinere Unternehmen, sondern auch Big Player wie die Telekom auf ihrem Weg in die richtige Richtung. Deren aktuelle Kampagne gegen Hass im Netz (#GegenHassimNetz) zeigt zudem, dass jenseits von „go green“-Themen, mit denen man sich inzwischen nur noch schwer Gehör verschafft, kommunikative Schwerpunkte auch auf ganz andere Aspekte des Guten wie Toleranz und Diversity gelegt werden können. Neben ihrer Arbeit für „gute Kunden“ erweitern Franka und Tim in der aktuellen Folge von #WhatsNextAgencies mit Kim Alexandra Notz den Blick auf das Gute noch um zwei weitere Facetten: Eine gute Agentur-Kunde-Beziehung und gute Agenturkultur. Für Letztere ist es gerade in Zeiten des Fachkräftemangels ein immenses Plus, wenn neben „Kreativität“ und „Kasse“ auch noch die ethischen Aspekte der eigenen Arbeit stimmen. Und tatsächlich steckt für uns als Agentur- und Marketingmenschen ein sehr sinnstiftender Ausblick in diesem Ansatz: Nämlich mit Marketing nicht nur Teil des Problems zu sein, sondern einen Beitrag zur Lösung zu liefern. Übrigens: Auch beim Marketing for Future Award geht es um das Gute im Marketing. Bei Deutschlands erstem Preis für klimapositives Marketing können Agenturen und Marken ihre Best Cases noch bis zum 30. April einreichen. Kim und Tim sind Teil der Jury und freuen sich zusammen mit Mit-Initiator Jan Pechmann auf zukunftweisende und spannende Projekte! Alle Infos dazu beim Veranstalter Bündnis für klimapositives Verhalten e.V unter www.m4f.me.

Ed Mullins, former head of the NYPD Sgt. Benevolent Association turned himself in to the FBI for alleged misusing union funds. Michael Goodwin interview: Mark and Michael talk about Goodwins recent visit to Mar-a-Lago. Trump says if he was President, Putin wouldn't be so aggressive

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Pamela Henry, Marketing Coordinator for Goodwin's Organic Foods, discusses the Grand Opening of their location in Redlands, happening on Saturday, February 12th. 

The living world moves in pulses, defined equally by motion and pause. As waterpeople, we know this.  Daize & Aamion Goodwin are a couple of exceptional surfers who have  taken to applying the philosophy of the pause to daily life as a family.Daize is a two time world longboard champion and Aamion made a successful career as a multi-faceted waterman renowned for his casual approach to Pipeline and other waves of consequence.  Now in their 17th year of marriage, with three wildlings, Daize and Aamion have become known for their freerange approach to parenting while maintaining surfing lives of their own. In 2016, they delivered the film Given into the world, named after their first born, --   a documentary that follows their family from their island home of Kauai through 15 countries in the quest for surf and to fulfill a calling handed down through generations.Theirs is a surfing love story, defined by the crests and troughs many  know well: finding work/life balance, learning how to communicate, adapting to the seasons of parenting, falling in and out of love. "That's what marriage is," Daize says. As perpetual students of surfing, life and love, The Goodwins talk us through a little of what they've learned along the way. ...Listen with Lauren L. Hill & Dave RastovichSound Engineer & Music By: Shannon Sol Carroll Additional music: ‘Evergreen' by Band of Frequencies:  Men of Wood & Foam album  www.bandoffreqs.bandcamp.comTaki Gold'Liberian Boy'Join the conversation: @Waterpeoplepodcast Waterpeoplepodcast.com

We're back….this topic is very interesting because WE the Goodwins try to understand one another on this topic another RANDOM convo that we had one day. Join us & feel free to give your opinion on it. Don't forget to follow us on social media. @theThriftedTherapist @Sandals_r_life

In this is the episode of the Family Care Learning Podcast, we hear from the Goodwin family who have been fostering and adopting children for 30 years. The Goodwins discuss the ups and downs over the years of being in foster care and tips for new foster families. ▶️See All Courses in Our Catalog ► https://bit.ly/FamilyCareLearning ▶️Donate To Strengthen Families ► https://cfcare.org/ways-to-give/learn... ▶️Podcast ► http://bit.ly/FamilyCareLearningPodcast ▶️Subscribe ► http://bit.ly/FCLSubscribe ⬇️For Arizona Residents ⬇️ ▶️Christian Family Care Website ► https://cfcare.org ▶️Arizona Family Counseling ► https://arizonafamilycounseling.com ▶️Arizona Foster Care Tax Credit ► https://cfcare.org/ways-to-give/arizo... Family Care Learning is an education division of Christian Family Care. This channel contains educational content from our courses and other content designed to strengthen families from a Christian worldview and trauma-informed perspective. Christian Family Care is a foster and adoption agency that has been serving Arizona since 1982. #familycarelearning #christianfamilycare #fostercare #adoption #fostercarepodcast #christianpodcast

BECOME A PRODUCER! http://www.patreon.com/themidnighttrainpodcast   Find The Midnight Train Podcast: www.themidnighttrainpodcast.com www.facebook.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.twitter.com/themidnighttrainpc www.instagram.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.discord.com/themidnighttrainpodcast www.tiktok.com/themidnighttrainp   And wherever you listen to your favorite podcasts.   Subscribe to our official YouTube channel: OUR YOUTUBE 7pm  Rumour was loose in the air,hunting for some neck to land on.I was milking the cow, the barn door open to the sunset.I didn’t feel the aimed word hit,and go in like a soft bullet.I didn’t feel the smashed flesh,closing over it like water over a thrown stone. I was hanged for living alone for having blue eyes and a sunburned skin, tattered skirts, few buttons,a weedy farm in my own name, and a surefire cure for warts; Oh yes, and breasts, and a sweet pear hidden in my body. Whenever there’s talk of demons these come in handy. 8pm The rope was an improvisation. With time they’d have thought of axes. Up I go like a windfall in reverse, a blackened apple stuck back onto the tree. Trussed hands, rag in my mouth, a flag raised to salute the moon, old bone‐faced goddess, old original, who once took blood in return for food.The men of the town stalk homeward, excited by their show of hate, their own evil turned inside out like a glove, and me wearing it. 9pm The bonnets come to stare, the dark skirts also, the upturned faces in between, mouths closed so tight they’re lipless. I can see down into their eyeholes and nostrils. I can see their fear. You were my friend, you too. I cured your baby, Mrs., and flushed yours out of you, Non‐wife, to save your life. Help me down? You don’t dare. I might rub off on you, like soot or gossip. Birds of a feather burn together, though as a rule ravens are singular. In a gathering like this one the safe place is the background, pretending you can’t dance, the safe stance pointing a finger. I understand. You can’t spare anything, a hand, a piece of bread, a shawl against the cold, a good word. Lord knows there isn’t much to go around. You need it all. 10pm Well God, now that I’m up here with maybe some time to kill away from the daily fingerwork, legwork, work at the hen level, we can continue our quarrel, the one about free will. Is it my choice that I’m dangling like a turkey’s wattles from this more than indifferent tree? If Nature is Your alphabet, what letter is this rope? Does my twisting body spell out Grace? I hurt, therefore I am. Faith, Charity, and Hope are three dead angels falling like meteors or burning owls across the profound blank sky of Your face. 12 midnight My throat is taut against the rope choking off words and air; I’m reduced to knotted muscle. Blood bulges in my skull, my clenched teeth hold it in; I bite down on despair Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes or like a judge muttering about sluts and punishment and licking his lips or like a dark angel insidious in his glossy feathers whispering to me to be easy on myself. To breathe out finally. Trust me, he says, caressing me. Why suffer? A temptation, to sink down into these definitions. To become a martyr in reverse, or food, or trash. To give up my own words for myself, my own refusals. To give up knowing. To give up pain. To let go. 2am Out of my mouth is coming, at some distance from me, a thin gnawing sound which you could confuse with prayer except that praying is not constrained. Or is it, Lord? Maybe it’s more like being strangled than I once thought. Maybe it’s a gasp for air, prayer. Did those men at Pentecost want flames to shoot out of their heads? Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging? As mine are, as mine are. There is only one prayer; it is not the knees in the clean nightgown on the hooked rug I want this, I want that. Oh far beyond. Call it Please. Call it Mercy. Call it Not yet, not yet, as Heaven threatens to explode inwards in fire and shredded flesh, and the angels caw. 3am Wind seethes in the leaves around me the tree exude night birds night birds yell inside my ears like stabbed hearts my heart stutters in my fluttering cloth body I dangle with strength going out of me the wind seethes in my body tattering the words I clench my fists hold No talisman or silver disc my lungs flail as if drowning I call on you as witness I did no crime I was born I have borne I bear I will be born this is a crime I will not acknowledge leaves and wind hold onto me I will not give in 6am Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. Wrong address. I’ve been out there. Time is relative, let me tell you I have lived a millennium. I would like to say my hair turned white overnight, but it didn’t. Instead it was my heart: bleached out like meat in water. Also, I’m about three inches taller. This is what happens when you drift in space listening to the gospel of the red‐hot stars. Pinpoints of infinity riddle my brain, a revelation of deafness. At the end of my rope I testify to silence. Don’t say I’m not grateful. Most will have only one death. I will have two. 8am When they came to harvest my corpse (open your mouth, close your eyes) cut my body from the rope, surprise, surprise: I was still alive. Tough luck, folks, I know the law: you can’t execute me twice for the same thing. How nice. I fell to the clover, breathed it in, and bared my teeth at them in a filthy grin. You can imagine how that went over. Now I only need to look out at them through my sky‐blue eyes. They see their own ill will staring them in the forehead and turn tail Before, I was not a witch. But now I am one.  Later My body of skin waxes and wanes around my true body, a tender nimbus. I skitter over the paths and fields mumbling to myself like crazy, mouth full of juicy adjectives and purple berries. The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. My first death orbits my head, an ambiguous nimbus, medallion of my ordeal. No one crosses that circle. Having been hanged for something I never said, I can now say anything I can say. Holiness gleams on my dirty fingers, I eat flowers and dung, two forms of the same thing, I eat mice and give thanks, blasphemies gleam and burst in my wake like lovely bubbles. I speak in tongues, my audience is owls. My audience is God, because who the hell else could understand me? Who else has been dead twice? The words boil out of me, coil after coil of sinuous possibility. The cosmos unravels from my mouth, all fullness, all vacancy.   Creepy… That was a poem written by Margaret Atwood about today's subject, Half hanged mary webster.  We figured it would be a good way to set the tone of the episode. Kind of lengthy but awesome nonetheless.  So who exactly is Mary webster? Why do they call her half hanged? Well let's find out shall we!!  Mary’ Webster was born Mary Reeve, daughter of Thomas Reeve and Hannah Rowe Reeve, in England around 1624. The family migrated to Springfield in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and Mary married William Webster in 1670. He was 53 and she was about 46. They lived in the Puritan town of Hadley, Mass., 20 miles north of Springfield along the Connecticut River.      William and Mary Webster had little money, lived in a small house and sometimes needed help from the town to survive. No records exist of Webster having had any children.  Poverty and neglect did not improve Mary’s fiery temper, and she spoke harshly when offended, wrote Sylvester Judd in his 1905 History of Hadley. “Despised and sometimes ill-treated, she was soured with the world, and rendered spiteful towards some of her neighbors; they began to call her a witch, and to abuse her,” Judd wrote. Mary Webster supposedly put a spell on cattle and horses so they couldn’t go past her house. The drivers found her and beat her so the animals could pass. She once walked into a house and a hen fell down a chimney into a pot of boiling water. She had a scald mark on her body, probably from the hot water, but her neighbors called it the witches’ mark.  All of this was happening here years before the infamous Salem witch trials. Essentially this was one of the big precursors to the witch trials as Cotton Mather, who was a New England Puritan minister, prolific author, and pamphleteer. One of the most important intellectual figures in English-speaking colonial America, Mather is remembered today chiefly for his Magnalia Christi Americana (1702) and other works of history, for his scientific contributions to plant hybridization and to the promotion of inoculation as a means of preventing smallpox and other infectious diseases, and for his involvement in the events surrounding the Salem witch trials of 1692–3. He would write about an incident with Mary Webster and Philip Smith. Smith was a judge, deacon, and a  representative of the town of Hadley. These writings by Matters plus a few others would serve as the catalyst that pushed people to the insanity that was the witch trials. We’ll talk a little about the consequences of these writings a little later but let's look at the incident that Cotton Mather would write about first.    Given the stories from earlier about her supposedly causing animals to not be able to pass by her house, and the witches mark, plus her overall “go fuck yourself” attitude, it's not a wonder given the times that thing's would get kinda crazy. Eventually, the various stories and Mary’s apparently unpleasant behavior reached a critical mass: Mary was examined on suspicion of witchcraft by the county court magistrates at Northampton on March 27, 1683.  The following is from the record:   "Mary, wife of William Webster of Hadley, being under strong suspicion of having familiarity with the devil, or using witchcraft, [had] many testimonies brought in against her, or that did seem to centre upon her, relating to such a thing;"   The courts at Northampton, as they had done in the previous case of Mary Parsons, decided that they were not equipped to handle such a case, so it should be sent to the Court of Assistants in Boston.  She was sent to Boston in April of 1683, where she waited in jail until her court date on May 22nd 1683; Gov. Bradstreet, Deputy Gov. Danforth and nine Assistants were present.  The record of the court reads:   "The grand-jury being impannelled, they, on perusal of the evidences, returned that they did indict Mary Webster, for that she, not having the fear of God before her eyes, and being instigated by the devil, hath entered into covenant and had familiarity with him in the shape of a warraneage, [fisher or wild black cat of the woods] and had his imps sucking her, and teats or marks found on her, as in and by several testimonies may appear, contrary to the peace of our sovereign lord, the king, his crown and dignity, the laws of God and of this jurisdiction -- The court on their serious consideration of the testimonies, did leave her to further trial."   After the indictment, Mary was returned to jail again to await her trial on June 1st, 1683.  The record of this court appearance reads:   "Mary Webster was now called and brought to the bar, and was indicted To which indictment she pleaded not guilty, making no exception against any of the jury, leaving herself to be tried by God and the country.  The indictment and evidence in the case were read and committed to the jury, and the jury brought in their verdict that they found her -- not guilty."   Thus Mary was decreed innocent, although her neighbors were perhaps less than overjoyed to have her return to Hadley.  Perhaps in an early example of Western Massachusetts’ discontent with decisions made by Boston, the residents of Hadley clearly disagreed with the Boston court’s verdict. On January 10th, 1685,  Lieut. Philip Smith died under supposedly mysterious circumstances.  Smith was a prominent member of the Hadley community, and had probably had encounters with Webster.  Apparently Mary was suspected of having caused the death, and some residents attempted to hang her for it.  At this point, the explanations of what happened vary depending on the source.   Philip Smith's accusations, afflictions, and death were described within a few years in a publication by Cotton Mather “Memorable Providences, Relating to Witchcrafts”. Mather names Smith but not Mary Webster. Mather describes how some friends of Smith "did three or four times in one night go and give Disturbance to the Woman."  A little bit about Cotton Mather real quick. Born on Feb. 12th 1663 into a family of renown New England Puritan ministers, including Rev. John Cotton and Rev. Richard Mather, Cotton Mather seemed destined to achieve fame. His own father, Rev. Increase Mather, also held a position of prominence as a well-admired political leader, minister of the South Church in Boston, as well as the presidency of Harvard College. Excelling in his entrance exams in Latin and Greek, young Cotton began his schooling at Harvard at only 12 years of age. After receiving his M.A. at age 18, he felt called to a life of service in the clergy. A terrible stutter, however, forced him to delay entering the ministry and the demands of preaching, and instead he entertained the notion of becoming a doctor. Encouragement from a friend eventually pulled him over this speech impediment and back to his calling, although medicine remained a key interest throughout his life. Mather preached his first sermon in August of 1680, and went on to be ordained by 1685 at age 22. Besides his involvement with the witch trials in Salem during the 1690s, Cotton Mather is remembered as one of the most influential Puritan ministers of his day. Never achieving his father's success as a political leader or president of Harvard, Cotton made his mark through his efforts as a master of the pen. By the end of his life, he had published over 400 of his works, ranging from the subject of witchcraft to smallpox inoculation. His publication, Curiosa Americana(1712-24), demonstrated his abilities as an accomplished scientist, and earned him election to the prestigious Royal Society of London, England. Although his efforts of encouragement in smallpox inoculation were met with much resistance and nearly killed his own son, he is recognized as having been a progressive medical advocate for his day. n regard to the Salem witch trials, however, it was Mather's interest in the craft and actions of Satan that won him an audience with the most powerful figures involved in the trial proceedings, several of the judges and the local ministers in Salem. Before the outbreak of accusations in Salem Village, Mather had already published his account, Remarkable Providences (1684), describing in detail he possession of the children of the Goodwin family of Boston. Mather actually took the eldest of the children, 13-year-old Martha, into his home to make a more intense study of the phenomenon. Later scholars have suggested that this book in fact outlined the symptoms of clinical hysteria. It was this same hysteria that provided the behavioral model for the circle of "afflicted" girls during the trials in Salem. Mather, however, used his experience with Goodwins to further his notion that New England was in fact a battleground with Satan. Similar themes appear in his sermons and in the Preface to one of his children's books, in which he warns young readers: "They which lie, must go to their father, the devil, into everlasting burning; they which never pray, God will pour out his wrath upon them; and when they bed and pray in hell fire, God will not forgive them, but there [they] must lie forever. Are you willing to go to hell and burn with the devil and his angels?". Thus, the subject of eternal damnation weighed constantly upon Mather's mind, and it resonates in his own diary accounts. Scholars suggest that Mather's dramatic descriptions the devil's activity upon the young Goodwin children may have led to the first cry of witchcraft among the young girls in Salem Village Although Mather was not directly involved in the proceedings of the Salem witch trials, he wrote a letter to one of the magistrates in the trials, John Richards of Boston, urging caution in the use of spectral evidence. Mather was also the author of the "Return of the Several Ministers," a report sent to the judges of the Salem court. This carefully-worded document advised caution in the use of spectral evidence, saying that the devil could indeed assume the shape of an innocent person, and decrying the use of spectral evidence in the trials, their "noise, company, and openness", and the utilization of witch tests such as the recitation of the Lord's Prayer. However, the final paragraph of the document appears to undercut this cautionary statement in recommending "the detection of witchcrafts". Thus, in Bernard Rosenthal and Perry Miller's opinions, the courts interpreted the letter as Mather's seal of approval for the trials to go on. Ok so back to the Mather at hand…. That's The kind of man we're dealing with when it comes to his feelings and beliefs. Mather claims that it was only during this night of vigilante violence perpetrated against Mary Webster that Smith was able to sleep peacefully. "Upon the whole, it appeared unquestionable that witchcraft had brought a period unto the life of so good a man," Mather concludes. Cotton Mather's book was published in 1689 only a few years before the infamous witchcraft trials of 1692 and it followed a similar book recently published by his father, Harvard president Increase Mather in 1684. As early as 1681, Increase Mather had met with "ministers in this colony" and begun soliciting far and wide for instances and anecdotes of witchcraft. It is not known to what extent Increase Mather's solicitations (and the implied doctrinal views in support of the real power of witchcraft) may have directly influenced the circumstances in Hadley in 1683-4. According to Thomas Hutchinson, prior to Increase Mather's book, it had been decades since anyone had been executed for witchcraft in New England, despite the occasional slur or spurious accusation. While many would go on to say they regretted their actions during the witch trials, Mather would stubbornly stick to his guns and repeatedly call for more trials and executions. As late as 1702 Mather would use the incidents of the Mary Webster Philip smith incident to try and rile up the people about witchcraft. Mather claims that Mary Webster had it out for Smith because:   "He was, by his office concerned about relieving the indigences of a wretched woman in the town; who being dissatisfied at some of his just cares about her, expressed herself unto him in such a manner, that he declared himself thenceforward apprehensive of receiving mischief at her hands." Smith’s illness is described at length, and perhaps most important are Smith’s own suspicions about what has caused it.  From Mather’s telling, it is easy to imagine how distraught and suspicious Smith’s family and friends would have been:   “About the beginning of January, 1684-5, he began to be very valetudinarian. He shewed such weakness from and weariness of the world, that he knew not (he said) whether he might pray for his continuance here: and such assurance he had of the Divine love unto him, that in raptures he would cry out, Lord, stay thy hand; it is enough, it is more than thy frail servant can bear.  But in the midst of these things he still uttered a hard suspicion that the ill woman who had threatened him, had made impressions with inchantments upon him.  While he remained yet of a sound mind, he solemnly charged his brother to look well after him.  Be sure, (said he) to have a care of me; for you shall see strange things.  There shall be a wonder in Hadley! I shall not be dead when it is thought I am! He pressed this charge over and over.”   From the description, it is obvious that Smith is suffering in the extreme, and the very visible struggle he endured with his illness no doubt appeared to the Puritan audience as a fight with the devil.  Whatever the cause, he suffered fits and delirium, sure to frighten not only him but also his nurses and watchers:   “Being become delirious, he had a speech incessant and voluble beyond all imagination, and this in divers tones and sundry voices, and (as was thought) in various languages.”   He cried out not only of sore pain, but also of sharp pins, pricking of him: sometimes in his tow, sometimes in his arm, as if there had been hundreds of them.  But the people upon search never found any more than one.   Mather explains that some of the witnesses to Smith’s outcries tried to test the theory that Webster was involved in an interesting way:   "Some of the young men in the town being out of their wits at the strange calamities thus upon one of their most beloved neighbors, went three or four times to give disturbance unto the woman thus complained of: and all the while they were disturbing of her, he was at ease, and slept as a weary man: yea, these were the only times that they perceived him to take any sleep in all his illness." There were continuous strange occurrences in the man’s sick room: (We’ll go through these and break them down)     Gally pots of medicines provided for the sick man, were unaccountably emptied     audible scratchings were made about the bed, when his hands and feet lay wholly still, and were held by others.   They beheld fire sometimes on the bed; and when the beholders began to discourse of it, it vanished away. Divers people actually felt something often stir in the bed, at a considerable distance from the man: it seemed as big as a cat, but they could never grasp it. All of these strange incidents, combined with the strange occurrences after his death:     The jury that viewed his corpse, found a swelling on one breast, his back full of bruises, and several holes that seemed made with awls.     After the opinion of all had pronounced him dead, his countenance continued as lively as if he had been alive; his eyes closed as in a slumber, and his nether jaw not falling down. Although he died on Saturday morning, on Sunday afternoon, “those who took him out of the bed, found him still warm, tho' the season was as cold as had almost been known in any age”     On Monday morning they found the face extremely tumified and discolored. It was black and blue, and fresh blood seemed running down his cheek upon the hairs. Divers' noises were also heard in the room where the corpse lay; as the clattering of chairs and stools, whereof no account could be given. These symptoms would have been pretty fucked up and disturbing to anyone, especially the Puritans with their limited understanding of disease and death.  In this culture, the only reason one got sick – especially in such a visible and painful way – was because of a punishment from God, or the involvement of the Devil.  If bad things were happening to good people, then witchcraft was afoot.  Mather ends his discussion of the case with the sentence: “Upon the whole, it appeared unquestionable that witchcraft had brought a period unto the life of so good a man.” So getting back to what the men had to "disturb" Mary and supposedly get Philip smith to finally rest, we find out how she was really treated, being accused of being a witch and the rumors of her involvement in Smith's death.  The practice of beating or restraining a suspected witch to prevent her from further mischief was a popular practice.  Similar activities are referred to in the Salem witch trials.  In referring to the “disturbing” of Mary Webster, Thomas Hutchinson, in his History of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, describes the incident like this:   "While [Philip Smith] lay ill, a number of brisk lads tried an experiment upon the old woman.  Having dragged her out of the house, they hung her up until she was near dead, let her down, rolled her sometime in the snow, and at last buried her in it, and there left her; but it happened that she survived, and the melancholy man died." There are various stories and takes off this incident. The most popular of which seems to be that she was hung and left overnight and when the men came back the next day she was still alive. They cut her down and she was let go. The stories say that she lived for anywhere between 11 and 14 more years. But from what it seems 11 is the most accurate as her death is reported to be 1696. This date is pretty interesting because after all she had gone through she then would live throughout the incidents of the Salem Witch Trials. Although the trial took place about 130 miles away, we figure she would still be a little wary of the goings on and, rightfully so, stay the mother fuck OUT of Salem. There is no record of her thoughts or feelings on the witch trials but we would imagine she was very on edge. Especially considering that her experience helped directly contribute to the hysteria that lead to the trials. Years later Margaret Atwood would write the poem we read in the opening of the episode and also if her name sounds familiar outside of that poem, it's probably because you are a fan of The Handmaid's Tale. You see Atwood is actually one of Mary's ancestors and dedicated her novel to Mary Webster and would say "But she is slightly a symbol of hope because they didn't actually manage to kill her. She made it through." Scariest movies about witches https://www.ranker.com/list/scariest-horror-films-about-witches/ranker-film    

Today we celebrate a botanical illustrator who is remembered as one of the greats from the 17th century. We'll also learn about a woman who battled the Prickly Pear Cactus - not an easy thing to do. We’ll hear an excerpt from an expert on growing giant hybrid delphinium - and why we really should think of these as annuals and not perennials. We Grow That Garden Library™ with a book about growing food in your own backyard. And then we’ll wrap things up with the story of a magnificent tree that met its demise on this day in 1992.   Subscribe Apple | Google | Spotify | Stitcher | iHeart To listen to the show while you're at home, just ask Alexa or Google to “Play the latest episode of The Daily Gardener Podcast.” And she will. It's just that easy.   The Daily Gardener Friday Newsletter Sign up for the FREE Friday Newsletter featuring: A personal update from me Garden-related items for your calendar The Grow That Garden Library™ featured books for the week Gardener gift ideas Garden-inspired recipes Exclusive updates regarding the show Plus, each week, one lucky subscriber wins a book from the Grow That Garden Library™ bookshelf.   Gardener Greetings Send your garden pics, stories, birthday wishes, and so forth to Jennifer@theDailyGardener.org   Curated News Plantswoman Sarah Raven reveals unconventional tip for growing herbs, and it doesn’t cost a penny | Ideal Home | Millie Hurst   Facebook Group If you'd like to check out my curated news articles and original blog posts for yourself, you're in luck. I share all of it with the Listener Community in the Free Facebook Group - The Daily Gardener Community. So, there’s no need to take notes or search for links. The next time you're on Facebook, search forDaily Gardener Community, where you’d search for a friend... and request to join. I'd love to meet you in the group.   Important Events March 11, 1775 Today is the birthday of French botanist and illustrator Pierre Jean François Turpin. Pierre learned botany from a friend, Pierre Antoine Poiteau, who was a botanist, gardener, and botanical artist. And though we know that he had some help learning botany from his friend Poiteau, Pierre actually taught himself to draw, and he was influenced by other great artists like Redouté. Today there are many examples of Pierre’s work in the Lindley Library. And history tells us that, altogether, Pierre created over 6,000 magnificent botanical watercolors. Furthermore, many experts regard Pierre’s fruit prints to be some of the finest ever produced. I ran across two fascinating stories about Pierre that I wanted to share with you today. First, Pierre created a fictional illustration of an archetypal plant. This isn't something that he just decided to do. Instead, he was commissioned by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Goethe asked Pierre to demonstrate the diversity of angiosperms - no small task - and Pierre happily obliged. When Goethe first laid eyes on Pierre’s drawing of this composite plant, he named it the Urplant. And he wrote that, "The Urplant would be the most wondrous creation in the world, for which nature itself would envy me. With it, one could invent plants to infinity..."  I've shared his image of the Urplant inthe Facebook group for the show. So you can just head on over there, and it should be at the top of your feed for today. The second story that I wanted to share with you about Pierre is a little sadder but nonetheless touching. It turns out that Pierre also had a son named Pierre Jr., and no doubt. Pierre taught his son how to draw. But tragically, when he was just 18 years old, Pierre's son died, and the very last thing he drew was an Amaryllis. After his death, Pierre made sure to give him credit, and then he did something unusual for botanical illustrations: he made a little remark on his son's passing. And so the inscription under this amaryllis reads. This original illustration was painted by Pierre John Frederick Eugene Turpin. The illustrator, who was 18 years and six days of age, ceased to live on the 21st of August in 1821. And less than 20 years later. Pierre himself would die in Paris in 1840 at the age of 65.  In any case, I found this little picture of the amaryllis drawn by Pierre’s son to be so touching, and I included it in response to a listener who had written me to ask, “What should I do with my Amaryllis after it's done blooming?”  Great question. Now I know that some people decide to throw their Amaryllis away when it's all done - because then you're just left with the beautiful foliage. But if you're intent on saving it, it is possible to do, and you can force it to flower again next year. And here's how you would do that. Once your Amaryllis finishes blooming, just remove the flower stock by cutting it about one to two inches above the leaves. And whatever you do, do not remove the leaves because they feed the bulb so that it can rebloom later in the year. Once you've removed the flower stock, you can place your Amaryllis in a sunny window and then wait until June to move it outside. As with so many plants, it's an excellent idea to harden-off your Amaryllis. Bring your Amaryllis outside for a couple of hours and set it in a shady area and then bring it back in. Then continue to do that routine - lengthening the amount of time it's outdoors until it's spending all of the time outside. Next, you're going to want to move it into a sunny location gradually. When the summer is over, take your Amaryllis indoors. And then you're going to work on inducing dormancy because Amaryllis need to go through an eight to ten weeks of cold temperatures. They need to feel like they're experiencing winter so that when they warm up, they will begin to produce a bloom. So if you have a cold dark cellar, this would be ideal. And remember that during this period of dormancy, you do not want to water your Amaryllis - just think about it as a little sleeping beauty that you're going to wake up in time for the holidays. And so there you go; a little Amaryllis Care 101 inspired by the son of Pierre Turpin.   March 11, 1877 Today is the birthday of the Australian botanist Jean White-Haney. Before I tell you Jean's story, it's important to remember that Prickly Pear Cactus is not native to Australia. A man named Captain Arthur Phillip brought the Prickly Pear from Rio de Janeiro to Australia way back in 1787. As with many invasives, the Prickly Pear was actually cultivated and then distributed throughout Australia.   And by 1912, Jean was put in charge of tackling the Prickly Pear problem and Jean was just the woman for the job. Jean’s appointment marked the first time that a woman held a scientific leadership position in the Australian government. And while jean did this job, she worked in a little house in a remote town between Miles and Roma. And she reflected on her experience this way. “It was in the midst of the thickest pair. A desolate little place where living was primitive. I was young then and still rather nervous, but I insisted on not being given any special privileges because of being a woman. If you do that, you make it harder for all women to engage in research. The inevitable response to any suggestion that a woman should be sent out on fieldwork is, but she couldn't live out there alone. Failures of women who can not rough it would naturally be magnified.  I lived in the little public house there. And worked on my fascinating job with all the enthusiasm of those who see small beginnings to great ends. And the methods chosen for experiment were the introduction of suitable, insects and poison.”  Jean's work with the Prickly Pear led her to meet an American scientist named Victor Haney and by 1915, the two were married. And fifteen years later, the couple moved to the United States, where Jean and her husband lived the rest of their lives. Now as for the Prickly Pear, here are some fun facts. The leaves of the pear are known as pads and are actually not leaves at all but modified branches. And as you might've suspected, those pads are perfectly suited for water storage, photosynthesis, and flower production. And while you might think that the Prickly Pear can only grow in hot climates, many Prickly Pear are cold-hardy, and they can survive temperatures as low as 30 degrees below zero. And finally, here's something you might not have known: the Prickly Pear is actually an excellent pollinator plant. Charles Darwin noticed that the flowers of the Prickly Pear Cactus had thigmotactic anthers - that just means that they like to curl over and deposit their pollen when they're touched. And yes, the bees love it.   Unearthed Words The following plants are those. I know. The vast majority say 95 percent are very friendly things. Stick them in the ground, and they grow. Some other plants are diffident, and friendship with them is slow to ripen. Great Hybrid Delphinium, the Queen of Flowers, is an example. The reader will recall that the first time I produced perennials, the six- to seven-foot Delphinium stalks were so sensational that I gave up golf for gardening. Then it took me ten years to reproduce that first crop. Why? During that time I also learned that a one-year-old field-grown Delphinium still the standard in the trade, is a fraud. If we can't transplant the things successfully in the nursery, and we never can, one needs little imagination to realize what a problem such plants are to the home gardener. The successful transplant is one started from seed in a three-inch peat-pot in a greenhouse in January. If planted early in a rich border, it will hit six feet by the end of July. Also, few garden writers or nurserymen admit that Giant Hybrid Delphinium are so far from being true perennials that they must be planted, like annuals, to get consistent results, but that's God's truth about lovely things. Of course, there are a few giant hybrids that lasts for five years. But they are sensational only because they have lived so long their flower spikes are just average.   — Amos Pettengill (aka William Harris and Jane Grant), The White Flower Farm Garden Book     Grow That Garden Library Food Grown Right, In Your Backyard by Colin McCrate and Brad Halm This book came out in 2012, and the subtitle is A Beginner's Guide To Growing Crops At Home.  Well, this book has a special place in my heart because it's one of the first books I bought to learn how to grow food in my own backyard. Colin and Brad founded the Seattle Urban Farm Company and they love to answer questions that are posed by first-time-gardeners such as: Do I really need to buy fertilizer? What on earth is that creature doing on my tomatoes or my backyard is too small? How can I make space for a garden? Well, luckily, Collin and Brad answer all of these questions and more. Their book covers garden size and design for any setting (including container gardens). They also cover soil types, watering, and irrigation. And then they go into things like plant profiles, garden tools and crop planning. And I love what Urban Farm Magazine wrote about Collin and Brad's book. They said, “Collin and Brad proved that anyone can develop a green thumb.” I can't think of any higher praise. This book is 320 pages of a backyard gardening masterclass, helping you to grow food in your own backyard.   You can get a copy of Food Grown Right, In Your Backyard by Colin McCrate and Brad Halm and support the show using the Amazon Link in today's Show Notes for around $15   Today’s Botanic Spark Reviving the little botanic spark in your heart It was on this day, March 11th in 1992, that a beautiful Magnolia tree at Montrose fell to the ground. The story of the tree was shared in The Berkshire Eagle in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, and the title was In Memoriam of Montrose’s Priceless Tree by the great garden writer, Allen Lacy. Here's what he wrote. “Since its founding in 1984, Montrose Nursery has become one of the best small mail-order sources of rare and unusual plants in the country, and a place I regularly visit on pilgrimage. But Montrose is more than Montrose Nursery. Its spacious grounds have borne their name since the early 19th century, as home to several generations of the Graham family, going back to William A. Graham, a governor of North Carolina… Since 1977, the owners of Montrose have been Craufurd Goodwin, a professor of economics at Duke University, and Nancy Goodwin, the proprietor of the nursery. But the Goodwins say they are primarily stewards of this historic property, and I have long suspected that its true owners are not human beings but trees. Billowing hedges of ancient boxwood embrace the large two-story white house and define parts of the garden, separating it from a rolling meadow that in March is a sea of daffodils. Above the garden and its broad green lawns, trees stand sentinel. But one tree in particular has always seemed emblematic of Montrose: a cucumber Magnolia (Magnolia acuminata) growing by the driveway of crushed blue-stone just where it curves past the house. This tree — who can bear to talk of it in the past tense? — comes suddenly into view from lower down the hill, where the lane passes between hollies on one side, hemlocks on the other. It can be taken in in its entirety at a single glance, despite its vast proportions and the complexity of its structure. The tree is lovely in every season, starting in high spring when its long, pale-green leaves unfurl and it lifts its thousands of greenish chalices of flowers. This particular Cucumber Magnolia, by any reckoning 100 feet high and at least 250 years old and surely one of the largest and oldest in North America, is — alas, was — the most powerful in its beauty in winter. This tree was more than a tree. It was endowed with energy that bordered on something beyond the natural order. I have shifted to the past tense, for the Montrose Magnolia is no more. For several years it had developed a noticeable lean, more and more pronounced. Tree surgeons were called to remove some limbs and branches, in hopes of saving it in a severe storm. But on March 11, late in the day and in only a moderate wind, it toppled to the ground, blocking the driveway and badly damaging a huge fir nearby. I arrived at Montrose the next morning, unprepared to discover that the tree had gone to earth. Douglas Ruhren, Nancy Goodwin's associate at the nursery, said very little. Neither did I. There were no words. But Ruhren scattered camellia and daffodil blossoms along the prostrate trunk. Five workers arrived with chain saws and forklifts and took three days to remove the tree piece by piece to a: place in nearby woodlands, where it will decompose, enriching the soil with its substance. In its life, this tree spanned much history. It was a sapling when Hillsborough was a capital of the colony of North Carolina. Cornwallis's troops, rumor has it, camped in the meadow below during part of the British attempt to crush the American rebellion. This tree had many friends and they mourn its loss, passing on the news by telephone. They called the Goodwins to offer sympathy, and to express their conviction that when this, Magnolia fell, it left a wound in the world that will not soon heal.”   Thanks for listening to The Daily Gardener. And remember: "For a happy, healthy life, garden every day."

The Book of John: John 10 John 10 What s the connection between Chapter 9 and the blind man being healed? The same day just a new chapter. Excommunicated- cast out, de-synagogue - put out of Judaism. Shepherding 2000 years ago, sheep pins 1. Village 2. Countryside The village would be communal and have several flocks with a porter. Tall fenced area with a gate. passing under the rod - inspection Shepherd would go home and leave; the porter/watchman would keep the sheep. The next morning the shepherd would come, and the porter would let him in to call for the sheep. Commentators: some say its an illustration of Heaven or Salvation It looks more like a type of Judaism because of chapter 9 John 10:1-3 Jesus was teaching from Solomon's porch, and he exits the temple and most likely leaves out of the “Sheep Gate.” The Gates of Jerusalem We were at the pool of Siloam Sunday, and now we are moving out of the temple 30 years ago, they still used this gate to sell sheep. Acres of sheep were there and I think Jesus used this in the John 10 lesson Sheep Pin in the Village - how would you know who's sheep was in the pin Say I have one and a few others...the only way you could get yours and I could get mine is one way....no branding, no name tags...only the voice of the shepherd was the way to get yours We all have a distinct vocal pattern - like me calling Lady vs. Goodwins. Illustration: Wright's have - one pig, one goat, Chickens "hens and roosters," one black cat, 2 dogs one shih-tzu and one shepherd lab mix puppy. Sheep know the master's voice / shepherd . ILLUSTRATION: stealing sheep...The judge calls the final witness who was the sheep We don't get all the sheep analogies in the Bible. It would be better with dogs and cats Sheep are dumb, and people don't like being called sheep. But when I hear it, I think of psalms 23 The Lord is my shepherd, and I shall not want! David is bragging I am a sheep, and I have it good because I have a good shepherd. Have you seen pet abuse? Good pet owners - dress up their dogs i.e.: sweaters, grooming, a/c dog house you may think that is overboard, but which would you choose if you were a dog. John 10:4 -5 A good shepherd comes through the door. He does not have to sneak around through another way. Jesus came in the front door to Judaism. He had 330 predictions of His coming by the prophets. Right through the front door. “But when the fulness of the time came, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons.” Galatians 4:4-5 KJV :4 follow the shepherd Here in the west, we drive our sheep around even with sheep dogs but in the Middle East they lead them....David said “he leads me be side the still water” john 10:6 Sheep need to be led. We need His guidance. Sheep without a shepherd are either 1. Lost 2. Dead Illustration: when sheep are affraid they all put their heads together John 10:7-9 the country side pin the first shepherd was the village pin it had walls or fences, gates, locks and was secure The second is the countryside This is where Jesus changes his theme, the country side was just rocks, bushes, sticks, bramble...a very temporary structure. A place to pin them up for the night. No door, no gate the shepherd would lie down at night in that spot. It was mainly to keep the sheep in but it could also be used to keep the predators out. “Over my dead body” The Shepherd Provides 1. Protection 2. Proximity 3. Safety John 10:9 how many doors to get to the sheep. Just one “I am the door” The key to being a happy sheep is to be close to the shepherd John 10:10 to the max, to the hilt, to the brim, abundantly Satan hates you and wants to kill, steal, and destroy - say no! This is your choice ...temporary joy for everlasting pain or i prefer temporary loss vs eternal joy Have you ever heard some one on their death bed say “ I wish i wold have sinned more” People think that our life is a an abundant bummer but its not! We are the ones having all the fun not the world. They are eating microwave TV dinners and we are having steak and lobster, they just dont know! ABUNDANCE - gushing with living water John 10:11 for times he says He lays down His life Risky being a shepherd 1000 of sheep de a year because of attracts John 10:12-18 Hanukkah- Festival of Lights From Tabernacles to Hanukkah winter

Das Testament des toten Albert Goodwin lässt die gesamte Gesellschaft der Anwesenden erstaunt und erzürnt zurück. Unsere Ermittler suchen weiterhin nach dem Mörder und stoßen dabei auf weitere pikante Geheimnisse, die die Goodwins umgeben. Das Finale dieses Abenteuers wartet mit einer großen Überraschung auf!

The Flems celebrate their landmark 25th show with questions, feedback and requests from the best and most important part of the pod: The Listeners! After celebrating two recent show achievements and, of course, a spray-tan near disaster, the Flems answer all your burning questions: What shows rocked? What shows flopped? What's the next topic for Davey Tries Stuff? How are the #GirlDad holiday outfits coming along? (Don't ask.) There are updates on the Goodwins' Rainbow baby, a complete list of Ally-isms from the first 25 eps and an update on the future of the show that you will not want to miss.

This week, we have an episode of the classic radio series Escape: Flood on the Goodwins, originally broadcast on November 1, 1949. Flood on the Goodwins tells the story of a British fishing boat hijacked by a Nazi spy in the English Channel. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/worldwar2radio/support

In diesem ersten Part des Abenteuers "Der mysteriöse Tod des Herrn Goodwin" fahren unsere drei Ermittler zum Anwesen der Goodwins und lernen dort die ersten Familienangehörigen kennen. Diese erweisen sich jedoch nicht immer als hilfreich und unsere Protagonisten müssen sich mit allerlei nervigen Situationen herumschlagen.

Dan speaks with ethical hacker Rupert Goodwins about how he got into hacking for good, and The Big Data Show and how you can get involved!  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On this week Science Weekly we talk to ethical hacker Rupert Goodwins about The Big Data Show as well as learning how maple trees can save us from the sun as well as answering your science questions! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Seventy years have passed since the fall of Dominance, the city founded by Roy Goodwin. The people's of Old Reliance and Dominance have taken refuge in Assurance, the valley at the base of the Third Peak. New factions mean new ways of looking at the past and the future, but the spark found within the Goodwins, Ann, Violet and Stylus continues.

As a young child, Rupert Goodwins was equally fascinated by science and gadgetry, and by the English language. He followed both into a career as a tech journalist, both in print--his weekly diary was one of the first blogs--and on radio and TV. He now co-writes The Big Data Show, a play that educates kids about data and hacking, and his BBC Radio 4 essay series, "Let There Be Dark," chronicles the loss of his eyesight and the process of adapting to it. We talk about how he got hooked on technology, how Clive James influenced his writing, how to find a second (or third!) career path in midlife, the ups and downs of social media, and more. Check out the show notes at fycuriosity.com!

On this episode Fitby founder, George Lee, chats to Harry Goodwins @harrygoodwins who with a career in modelling and acting, becoming an influencer felt like a natural progression. Harry also tells us how a stint in the US and an appearance in Shipwrecked got his following boosted, and offers some handy hacks for how to elevate your profile. If you’re an influencer and would like to feature on our Podcast, or a brand looking to sponsor an episode, feel free to get in touch by emailing - team@fitby.agency So listen on and get to know more about Harry. --- This episode is brought to you by On The House London property repair cover, making life that little more hassle-free. For just £1.28 a day, On The House will fully maintain your home, giving you peace of mind - which we think is priceless! Your boiler, plumbing, heating, electrics and so much more are all covered with no contract ties. There are no call out charges, 24 / 7 human help and one contact for all tradespeople - you can wave goodbye to the headache that maintaining a property can be. Or maybe you have some one-off repair work that needs doing? https://onthe.house

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September is my favorite month for planting trees, shrubs, and perennials.  The cool air makes outdoor exercise a joy and the ground temperatures add the perfect amount of warmth for plants to get established.  Planting in the fall is preferred because it's the time of year when perennials experience less transplant shock. At the same time, there is still sufficient time for plants to establish their roots in the garden in time for winter. After their season of dormancy, when the ground warms again, fall-planted perennials grow and bloom more vigorously than if they were planted in the spring. Bottomline: Now is NOT the time to stop planting. It's the perfect time to get your dig on.     Brevities #OTD Today is the anniversary of the death of the botanist Jean-Baptiste Van Mons who died on this day in 1842.   The name of the game for Mons was selective breeding for pears. Selective breeding happens when humans breed plants to develop particular characteristic by choosing the parent plants to make the offspring.   Check out the patience and fortitude that was required as Mon's described his work:   “I have found this art to consist in regenerating in a direct line of descent, and as rapidly as possible an improving variety, taking care that there be no interval between the generations. To sow, to re-sow, to sow again, to sow perpetually, in short to do nothing but sow, is the practice to be pursued, and which cannot be departed from; and in short this is the whole secret of the art I have employed.”   Jean-Baptiste Van Mons produced a tremendous amount of new pear cultivars in his breeding program - something north of forty incredible species over the course of his lifetime. The Bosc and D'Anjou pears, we know today, are his legacy.      #OTD Today is the anniversary of the day in 1847 when Henry David Thoreau left Walden Pond and moved in with Ralph Waldo Emerson in Concord, Massachusetts. His two years of simple living at Walden Pond were over.    #OTD  Today is the anniversary of the death of James Veitch Jr. who died on this day in 1869. Veitch was born into the famous family nursery business known the world over as Veitch Nurseries. His grandfather, John, had started the business. After growing up and learning the business from his father and grandfather, Veitch went to London to train with other nurserymen.    After he quickly became a partner in the nursery, he married Harriott Gould. In addition to being a wonderful plantsman himself, James Jr. was an exceptionally bright businessman. He acquired a nursery called the Royal Exotic Nursery in London to ensure the Veitch Nursery stayed competitive and he turned Royal Exotic into the largest specialty nursery in Europe.  James Veitch Jr created the RHS Fruit and Floral Committees which still exist today. His love of the plants and the business were carried on in his three sons. The oldest, John Gould Veitch, was one of the first plant hunters to visit Japan. The second son, Harry James, oversaw the business during a period of peak growth. The third son, Arthur, worked with Harry to send Plant Explorers on missions all over the globe.    Of the brothers, it was the middle son, Harry, who outlived them both.  His older brother John Gould died young at age 31 from tuberculosis. Harry outlived his younger brother, Arthur, who died young as well - he died after a short illness when he was just 36 years old. #OTD  Today is the birthday of the Belgian botanist and dendrologist Joseph Hers who was born on this day in 1884. Dendrology is the science and study of wooded plants, like trees and shrubs, and their taxonomic classifications.   Hers made his first trip to China in 1905; he was an interpreter for the Belgium ministry. He later founded organizations to promote good relations between China and Belgium.   Later, Hers spent five years collecting in the north-central provinces of China from 1919-1924. The Arnold Arboretum had hired him to collect for them. As a dendrologist, Hers was especially focused on trees. The rapid rate of deforestation in China was especially alarming to Hers. Among Hers discoveries was the snakebark maple Acer tegmentosum.       #OTD   Today is the birthday of the British Botanist Kathleen Basford who was born on this day in 1916. As a young girl, Basford's nanny, Winny, taught her about the natural world; she learned to identify wildflower and trees. In the 1940's, Basford had three children of her own. She began gardening. When she wasn't with the children, she started breeding orchids. She became so interested in botany, she took evening classes on the subject. By the early 1950's, Basford published a paper on a fuchsia she discovered. It proved that the fuchsia had existed 20-30 million years ago - before the break-up of the continents. Her paper caught the attention of the chair of the botany department at Manchester University; a geneticist named Sydney Harland. He offered Basford a job on the spot. Later in life, Basford also wrote a book called "The Green Man." Before her book, this topic was largely unknown to the world. The Green Man, is a mythical figure - portrayed as a man with a head that sprouts leaves. It is a relic of the middle ages.      Unearthed Words "It's designed to break your heart.  The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again,  and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings,  and then as soon as the chill rains comes,  it stops, and leaves you to face the fall alone." - Bartlett Giamatti Today's book recommendation Montrose by Nancy Goodwin   This is a book that was released in 2005 and it's still one of my favorites. Nancy Goodwin and her husband, Craufurd, searched for 10 years before finding a 61-acre property in 1977. The place had been in the Graham family for three generations. They had named it Montrose in honor of their Scottish ancestry. This book is the story of how the Goodwins transformed the property; it's a beautiful biography of the many gardens of Montrose.   You can get used copies of this treasure on Amazon for $4 using the link in today's show notes.       Today's Garden Chore If you live in a cold climate, late fall is a wonderful time to sow flower seeds in your garden. Sweet Alyssum, Bee Balm, Coreopsis, Delphinium, Lady’s Mantle, Penstemon, and Sweet Pea are just a handful of the flowers you can sow in your fall garden. Additionally, many annuals, like cosmos, nigella, and cleome, will seed themselves after a summer in your garden.  If any seeds germinate in places where you don't want them, it's pretty easy to remove them in the spring or early summer.     Something Sweet  Reviving the little botanic spark in your heart I was researching a family tree on Ancestry recently, and I came across this little notice in The Mower County Transcriptout of Lansing Minnesota from this in 1893.   Here's what it said:   "The parties who recently took flowers from the garden of Mrs. M. E. Nancarrow are known and must call and pay for them or be subjected to serious trouble."     Thanks for listening to the daily gardener, and remember: "For a happy, healthy life, garden every day."

In this second catch up with Kristeen Pollock - PT female health expert and GGC Mag Columnist - Kristeen chats about the importance for women to learn basic self defence tactics after an attack which left her with a broken hand in town. She talks about the menopause providing insight as to how women can best navigate it and she also analyses Laura’s weight gain this year, chatting about ways in which we can all manage our diet with a change in lifestyle. Have a listen and enjoy the multitude of facts shared by this brilliant and hilarious gal. Follow Kristeen on: Insta: @kristeen_pt Join Kristeen’s Facebook Group to learn how to workout with your hormones and understand how your menstrual cycle impacts your training: www.facebook.com/groups/548123895524011/ This podcast is sponsored by Goodwins Hair Boutique. Goodwins Hair Boutique is situated in the heart of Glasgow’s vibrant Merchant City. The Salon was opened in 2013 but the staff have been working together for almost 20 years. At Goodwins, clients can expect to be looked after in a comfortable and relaxing environment and can feel at home with the latest magazines and extensive complimentary drinks menu. Goodwins Hair Boutique provide clients with premium hair products including the prestigious Aveda full colour spectrum and product range and Olaplex. Both of these products are vegan friendly and cruelty free. They also work with L’Oréal Professional. Goodwins provide a range of excellent hair services which includes weddings and hair extensions. The Team were proud to receive recognition at the Scottish Hair and Beauty Awards in 2018 leaving with a Highly Commended Award in the Best of Glasgow Category Clients are welcome to come along, sit back and relax while they are being pampered. Time spent in Goodwins is all about YOU! For more info head to www.goodwinsboutique.com and follow @goodwinsboutique on insta and @goodwinshairboutique on Facebook

This week we catch up with the amazing Jess Tedds, aka the much-loved foodie instagrammer @justjessfood. With a focus on food, fashion and love, this gorgeous gal shares her story of her career to date in the fashion industry, how she came to be in Glasgow and become a #QuizQueen and how she grew the amazing @justjessfood to over 27K followers!! Jess is also the foodie columnist of the GGC magazine and we love every single recipe she shares!! Fancy finding out Jess' upcoming plans and dreams for her brand and her answer to the question ‘food or fashion’ - then have a listen to this podcast!! For some serious foodie inspo follow @justjessfood on insta now!! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This podcast is sponsored by Goodwins Hair Boutique. Goodwins Hair Boutique is situated in the heart of Glasgow’s vibrant Merchant City. The Salon was opened in 2013 but the staff have been working together for almost 20 years. At Goodwins, clients can expect to be looked after in a comfortable and relaxing environment and can feel at home with the latest magazines and extensive complimentary drinks menu. Goodwins Hair Boutique provide clients with premium hair products including the prestigious Aveda full colour spectrum and product range and Olaplex. Both of these products are vegan friendly and cruelty free. They also work with L’Oréal Professional. Goodwins provide a range of excellent hair services which includes weddings and hair extensions. The Team were proud to receive recognition at the Scottish Hair and Beauty Awards in 2018 leaving with a Highly Commended Award in the Best of Glasgow Category Clients are welcome to come along, sit back and relax while they are being pampered. Time spent in Goodwins is all about YOU! For more info head to www.goodwinsboutique.com and follow @goodwinsboutique on insta and @goodwinshairboutique on Facebook

In this week’s podcast Laura Maginess catches up with Emma Flood, a law school graduate with niche expertise in working with law firms to help them find their brand, and succeed online. After spending six years as a content marketing specialist, Emma now works as a freelance writer, copywriter, SEO specialist, and digital coach. Emma’s most recent project, The Formidables, is designed to support the ever-growing number of micro-businesses with their digital growth efforts. She also runs Ryot GRL an indie beauty business with an online store, pop-up events and support for small beauty businesses. In this podcast Emma shares some of her fabulous expertise, covering advice for anyone thinking of going freelance and some insta growth hacks. To work with Emma, contact her at emma@emmaflood.co.uk Check out https://emmaflood.co.uk/ and https://www.ryotgrl.com/ Insta: @Emma_flood @ryotgrl ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This podcast is sponsored by Goodwins Hair Boutique. Goodwins Hair Boutique is situated in the heart of Glasgow’s vibrant Merchant City. The Salon was opened in 2013 but the staff have been working together for almost 20 years. At Goodwins, clients can expect to be looked after in a comfortable and relaxing environment and can feel at home with the latest magazines and extensive complimentary drinks menu. Goodwins Hair Boutique provide clients with premium hair products including the prestigious Aveda full colour spectrum and product range and Olaplex. Both of these products are vegan friendly and cruelty free. They also work with L’Oréal Professional. Goodwins provide a range of excellent hair services which includes weddings and hair extensions. The Team were proud to receive recognition at the Scottish Hair and Beauty Awards in 2018 leaving with a Highly Commended Award in the Best of Glasgow Category Clients are welcome to come along, sit back and relax while they are being pampered. Time spent in Goodwins is all about YOU! For more info head to www.goodwinsboutique.com and follow @goodwinsboutique on insta and @goodwinshairboutique on Facebook

In this podcast Laura Maginess catches up with Lesley Di Mascio and Natalie Crawford, radio journalists from the Clyde 1 news team. Chatting about everything from a day in the life of a radio news presenter, to the opportunities that are available to journalists in radio and how to react after a blooper on the radio (just wee things like saying Donald Trump was coming for cock with Theresa May...live on air) - we loved this insight into what sounds like a fabulous career. Listen to find out who you can email to get stories features and how you can apply for an internship. Catch up on our podcast with Natalie Crawford 'Week in the Weeg' here: https://planetradio.co.uk/podcasts/week-in-the-weeg/listen/15365/?fbclid=IwAR2iOeMPTJ_rSM_QN1Er5o4IgojmYtmnohwDXb7skM5CI3LPHbIqlHBs53M Want to send in stories to the Clyde team? Email: clydenews@radioclyde.com This podcast is sponsored by Goodwins Hair Boutique. Goodwins Hair Boutique is situated in the heart of Glasgow’s vibrant Merchant City. The Salon was opened in 2013 but the staff have been working together for almost 20 years. At Goodwins, clients can expect to be looked after in a comfortable and relaxing environment and can feel at home with the latest magazines and extensive complimentary drinks menu. Goodwins Hair Boutique provide clients with premium hair products including the prestigious Aveda full colour spectrum and product range and Olaplex. Both of these products are vegan friendly and cruelty free. They also work with L’Oréal Professional. Goodwins provide a range of excellent hair services which includes weddings and hair extensions. The Team were proud to receive recognition at the Scottish Hair and Beauty Awards in 2018 leaving with a Highly Commended Award in the Best of Glasgow Category Clients are welcome to come along, sit back and relax while they are being pampered. Time spent in Goodwins is all about YOU! For more info head to www.goodwinsboutique.com and follow @goodwinsboutique on insta and @goodwinshairboutique on Facebook

In this podcast Laura Maginess catches up Scottish DJ, Travel Presenter, Body Positive Activist, YouTuber and Insta-Famouser Suzie Mac. Suzie shares her story from when she first appeared in Chewing The Fat as a child actress to working for mega media outlets in London, before returning to Glasgow to focus on her career as a social star and DJ. With a following of almost half a million on insta, Suzie shares her tips for insta growth, chats about how she doesn’t play it safe when it comes to content and talks openly about trolling and the scary side of social. Have a listen… Fancy joining us at Suzie’s Social Stars event at So.LA on the 17th April. Grab your tickets here now: https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/scottish-social-media-stars-live-qa-tickets-57398149410? Follow Suzie: Insta: @misssuziemac Facebook: @suziemacpage YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsIN6bccqqieMTTmXkqwdSw MixCloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/MissSuzieMac/stream/ This podcast is sponsored by Goodwins Hair Boutique. Goodwins Hair Boutique is situated in the heart of Glasgow’s vibrant Merchant City. The Salon was opened in 2013 but the staff have been working together for almost 20 years. At Goodwins, clients can expect to be looked after in a comfortable and relaxing environment and can feel at home with the latest magazines and extensive complimentary drinks menu. Goodwins Hair Boutique provide clients with premium hair products including the prestigious Aveda full colour spectrum and product range and Olaplex. Both of these products are vegan friendly and cruelty free. They also work with L’Oréal Professional. Goodwins provide a range of excellent hair services which includes weddings and hair extensions. The Team were proud to receive recognition at the Scottish Hair and Beauty Awards in 2018 leaving with a Highly Commended Award in the Best of Glasgow Category Clients are welcome to come along, sit back and relax while they are being pampered. Time spent in Goodwins is all about YOU! For more info head to www.goodwinsboutique.com and follow @goodwinsboutique on insta and @goodwinshairboutique on Facebook

On this week’s podcast Laura Maginess catches up with one of the GGC Fitness Magazine Columnists Emma Mondello. Having moved from Australia to Glasgow for love, Emma talks of her adoration for Scotland, shares her tips on training both the mind and body, chats about the importance of focusing on short term goals to achieve the long term objectives and highlights the importance of planning to enable us all to balance our lives and careers with fitness. As a PT and also a Pro Athlete for Natural BodyBuilding in the Bikini Division we catch up with Emma on what life was like in Oz as a bikini body builder, how she achieved the crazy bodybuilder tan and conquered any fears of going out on stage in her bikini to compete. Have a listen... Follow Emma: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PLfitnesswithemma/ Bikini Bootcamp with Emma Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/251455852451520/ This podcast is sponsored by Goodwins Hair Boutique. Goodwins Hair Boutique is situated in the heart of Glasgow’s vibrant Merchant City. The Salon was opened in 2013 but the staff have been working together for almost 20 years. At Goodwins, clients can expect to be looked after in a comfortable and relaxing environment and can feel at home with the latest magazines and extensive complimentary drinks menu. Goodwins Hair Boutique provide clients with premium hair products including the prestigious Aveda full colour spectrum and product range and Olaplex. Both of these products are vegan friendly and cruelty free. They also work with L’Oréal Professional. Goodwins provide a range of excellent hair services which includes weddings and hair extensions. The Team were proud to receive recognition at the Scottish Hair and Beauty Awards in 2018 leaving with a Highly Commended Award in the Best of Glasgow Category Clients are welcome to come along, sit back and relax while they are being pampered. Time spent in Goodwins is all about YOU! For more info head to www.goodwinsboutique.com and follow @goodwinsboutique on insta and @goodwinshairboutique on Facebook

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Warum wollen immer mehr Unternehmen die Welt retten? Will die Welt das überhaupt? Und: Warum sortieren derzeit so viele Menschen ihr Hab und Gut nach dem „KonMari“-Prinzip? Antworten gibt das neue brand eins Magazin zum Hören. [00:00] Begrüßung [02:28] „Aufräumen!“ mit Jens Bergmann [14:34] „War doch nur gut gemeint“ mit Johannes Böhme [25:29] „Haltung wäre eine gute Idee“ mit Franka Mai von THE GOODWINS [36:30] Jens Bergmann über Marketing und die brand eins [44:48] Verabschiedung >> Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/wirtschaft/brand-eins-podcast-schwerpunkt-marketing

Warum wollen immer mehr Unternehmen die Welt retten? Will die Welt das überhaupt? Und: Warum sortieren derzeit so viele Menschen ihr Hab und Gut nach dem „KonMari“-Prinzip? Antworten gibt das neue brand eins Magazin zum Hören. [00:00] Werbung [01:00] Begrüßung [03:29] "Aufräumen!" mit Jens Bergmann [15:35] Werbung [16:43] "War doch nur gut gemeint" mit Johannes Böhme [27:38] "Haltung wäre eine gute Idee" mit Franka Mai von THE GOODWINS [38:38] Jens Bergmann über Marketing und die brand eins [46:56] VerabschiedungDer Artikel zum Nachlesen: https://detektor.fm/wirtschaft/brand-eins-podcast-schwerpunkt-marketing

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Welcome to the fourteenth episode of Dreams Inspire Reality. This week I interviewed the Goodwin family. Mike Goodwin is a refreshingly funny comedian and keynote speaker who combines leadership and laughter for refreshing results. Rozalynn Goodwin is a health care lobbyist, executive, wife, and also manager/co-inventor of Gabrielle Goodwin of GaBBY Bows. This dynamic family shares how they are creating generational wealth and how it is raising a kidpreneur. This episode is for the entire family. Don't forget to visit us at Dreamsinspirereality.com.

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V. THE FIVE ORANGE PIPS     When I glance over my notes and records of the Sherlock Holmescases between the years '82 and '90, I am faced by so many whichpresent strange and interesting features that it is no easymatter to know which to choose and which to leave. Some, however,have already gained publicity through the papers, and others havenot offered a field for those peculiar qualities which my friendpossessed in so high a degree, and which it is the object ofthese papers to illustrate. Some, too, have baffled hisanalytical skill, and would be, as narratives, beginnings withoutan ending, while others have been but partially cleared up, andhave their explanations founded rather upon conjecture andsurmise than on that absolute logical proof which was so dear tohim. There is, however, one of these last which was so remarkablein its details and so startling in its results that I am temptedto give some account of it in spite of the fact that there arepoints in connection with it which never have been, and probablynever will be, entirely cleared up.The year '87 furnished us with a long series of cases of greateror less interest, of which I retain the records. Among myheadings under this one twelve months I find an account of theadventure of the Paradol Chamber, of the Amateur MendicantSociety, who held a luxurious club in the lower vault of afurniture warehouse, of the facts connected with the loss of theBritish barque "Sophy Anderson", of the singular adventures of theGrice Patersons in the island of Uffa, and finally of theCamberwell poisoning case. In the latter, as may be remembered,Sherlock Holmes was able, by winding up the dead man's watch, toprove that it had been wound up two hours before, and thattherefore the deceased had gone to bed within that time--adeduction which was of the greatest importance in clearing up thecase. All these I may sketch out at some future date, but none ofthem present such singular features as the strange train ofcircumstances which I have now taken up my pen to describe.It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial galeshad set in with exceptional violence. All day the wind hadscreamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so thateven here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forcedto raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life andto recognise the presence of those great elemental forces whichshriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, likeuntamed beasts in a cage. As evening drew in, the storm grewhigher and louder, and the wind cried and sobbed like a child inthe chimney. Sherlock Holmes sat moodily at one side of thefireplace cross-indexing his records of crime, while I at theother was deep in one of Clark Russell's fine sea-stories untilthe howl of the gale from without seemed to blend with the text,and the splash of the rain to lengthen out into the long swash ofthe sea waves. My wife was on a visit to her mother's, and for afew days I was a dweller once more in my old quarters at BakerStreet."Why," said I, glancing up at my companion, "that was surely thebell. Who could come to-night? Some friend of yours, perhaps?""Except yourself I have none," he answered. "I do not encouragevisitors.""A client, then?""If so, it is a serious case. Nothing less would bring a man outon such a day and at such an hour. But I take it that it is morelikely to be some crony of the landlady's."Sherlock Holmes was wrong in his conjecture, however, for therecame a step in the passage and a tapping at the door. Hestretched out his long arm to turn the lamp away from himself andtowards the vacant chair upon which a newcomer must sit."Come in!" said he.The man who entered was young, some two-and-twenty at theoutside, well-groomed and trimly clad, with something ofrefinement and delicacy in his bearing. The streaming umbrellawhich he held in his hand, and his long shining waterproof toldof the fierce weather through which he had come. He looked abouthim anxiously in the glare of the lamp, and I could see that hisface was pale and his eyes heavy, like those of a man who isweighed down with some great anxiety."I owe you an apology," he said, raising his golden pince-nez tohis eyes. "I trust that I am not intruding. I fear that I havebrought some traces of the storm and rain into your snugchamber.""Give me your coat and umbrella," said Holmes. "They may resthere on the hook and will be dry presently. You have come up fromthe south-west, I see.""Yes, from Horsham.""That clay and chalk mixture which I see upon your toe caps isquite distinctive.""I have come for advice.""That is easily got.""And help.""That is not always so easy.""I have heard of you, Mr. Holmes. I heard from Major Prendergasthow you saved him in the Tankerville Club scandal.""Ah, of course. He was wrongfully accused of cheating at cards.""He said that you could solve anything.""He said too much.""That you are never beaten.""I have been beaten four times--three times by men, and once by awoman.""But what is that compared with the number of your successes?""It is true that I have been generally successful.""Then you may be so with me.""I beg that you will draw your chair up to the fire and favour mewith some details as to your case.""It is no ordinary one.""None of those which come to me are. I am the last court ofappeal.""And yet I question, sir, whether, in all your experience, youhave ever listened to a more mysterious and inexplicable chain ofevents than those which have happened in my own family.""You fill me with interest," said Holmes. "Pray give us theessential facts from the commencement, and I can afterwardsquestion you as to those details which seem to me to be mostimportant."The young man pulled his chair up and pushed his wet feet outtowards the blaze."My name," said he, "is John Openshaw, but my own affairs have,as far as I can understand, little to do with this awfulbusiness. It is a hereditary matter; so in order to give you anidea of the facts, I must go back to the commencement of theaffair."You must know that my grandfather had two sons--my uncle Eliasand my father Joseph. My father had a small factory at Coventry,which he enlarged at the time of the invention of bicycling. Hewas a patentee of the Openshaw unbreakable tire, and his businessmet with such success that he was able to sell it and to retireupon a handsome competence."My uncle Elias emigrated to America when he was a young man andbecame a planter in Florida, where he was reported to have donevery well. At the time of the war he fought in Jackson's army,and afterwards under Hood, where he rose to be a colonel. WhenLee laid down his arms my uncle returned to his plantation, wherehe remained for three or four years. About 1869 or 1870 he cameback to Europe and took a small estate in Sussex, near Horsham.He had made a very considerable fortune in the States, and hisreason for leaving them was his aversion to the negroes, and hisdislike of the Republican policy in extending the franchise tothem. He was a singular man, fierce and quick-tempered, veryfoul-mouthed when he was angry, and of a most retiringdisposition. During all the years that he lived at Horsham, Idoubt if ever he set foot in the town. He had a garden and two orthree fields round his house, and there he would take hisexercise, though very often for weeks on end he would never leavehis room. He drank a great deal of brandy and smoked veryheavily, but he would see no society and did not want anyfriends, not even his own brother."He didn't mind me; in fact, he took a fancy to me, for at thetime when he saw me first I was a youngster of twelve or so. Thiswould be in the year 1878, after he had been eight or nine yearsin England. He begged my father to let me live with him and hewas very kind to me in his way. When he was sober he used to befond of playing backgammon and draughts with me, and he wouldmake me his representative both with the servants and with thetradespeople, so that by the time that I was sixteen I was quitemaster of the house. I kept all the keys and could go where Iliked and do what I liked, so long as I did not disturb him inhis privacy. There was one singular exception, however, for hehad a single room, a lumber-room up among the attics, which wasinvariably locked, and which he would never permit either me oranyone else to enter. With a boy's curiosity I have peepedthrough the keyhole, but I was never able to see more than such acollection of old trunks and bundles as would be expected in sucha room."One day--it was in March, 1883--a letter with a foreign stamplay upon the table in front of the colonel's plate. It was not acommon thing for him to receive letters, for his bills were allpaid in ready money, and he had no friends of any sort. 'FromIndia!' said he as he took it up, 'Pondicherry postmark! What canthis be?' Opening it hurriedly, out there jumped five littledried orange pips, which pattered down upon his plate. I began tolaugh at this, but the laugh was struck from my lips at the sightof his face. His lip had fallen, his eyes were protruding, hisskin the colour of putty, and he glared at the envelope which hestill held in his trembling hand, 'K. K. K.!' he shrieked, andthen, 'My God, my God, my sins have overtaken me!'"'What is it, uncle?' I cried."'Death,' said he, and rising from the table he retired to hisroom, leaving me palpitating with horror. I took up the envelopeand saw scrawled in red ink upon the inner flap, just above thegum, the letter K three times repeated. There was nothing elsesave the five dried pips. What could be the reason of hisoverpowering terror? I left the breakfast-table, and as Iascended the stair I met him coming down with an old rusty key,which must have belonged to the attic, in one hand, and a smallbrass box, like a cashbox, in the other."'They may do what they like, but I'll checkmate them still,'said he with an oath. 'Tell Mary that I shall want a fire in myroom to-day, and send down to Fordham, the Horsham lawyer.'"I did as he ordered, and when the lawyer arrived I was asked tostep up to the room. The fire was burning brightly, and in thegrate there was a mass of black, fluffy ashes, as of burnedpaper, while the brass box stood open and empty beside it. As Iglanced at the box I noticed, with a start, that upon the lid wasprinted the treble K which I had read in the morning upon theenvelope."'I wish you, John,' said my uncle, 'to witness my will. I leavemy estate, with all its advantages and all its disadvantages, tomy brother, your father, whence it will, no doubt, descend toyou. If you can enjoy it in peace, well and good! If you find youcannot, take my advice, my boy, and leave it to your deadliestenemy. I am sorry to give you such a two-edged thing, but I can'tsay what turn things are going to take. Kindly sign the paperwhere Mr. Fordham shows you.'"I signed the paper as directed, and the lawyer took it away withhim. The singular incident made, as you may think, the deepestimpression upon me, and I pondered over it and turned it everyway in my mind without being able to make anything of it. Yet Icould not shake off the vague feeling of dread which it leftbehind, though the sensation grew less keen as the weeks passedand nothing happened to disturb the usual routine of our lives. Icould see a change in my uncle, however. He drank more than ever,and he was less inclined for any sort of society. Most of histime he would spend in his room, with the door locked upon theinside, but sometimes he would emerge in a sort of drunken frenzyand would burst out of the house and tear about the garden with arevolver in his hand, screaming out that he was afraid of no man,and that he was not to be cooped up, like a sheep in a pen, byman or devil. When these hot fits were over, however, he wouldrush tumultuously in at the door and lock and bar it behind him,like a man who can brazen it out no longer against the terrorwhich lies at the roots of his soul. At such times I have seenhis face, even on a cold day, glisten with moisture, as though itwere new raised from a basin."Well, to come to an end of the matter, Mr. Holmes, and not toabuse your patience, there came a night when he made one of thosedrunken sallies from which he never came back. We found him, whenwe went to search for him, face downward in a littlegreen-scummed pool, which lay at the foot of the garden. Therewas no sign of any violence, and the water was but two feet deep,so that the jury, having regard to his known eccentricity,brought in a verdict of 'suicide.' But I, who knew how he wincedfrom the very thought of death, had much ado to persuade myselfthat he had gone out of his way to meet it. The matter passed,however, and my father entered into possession of the estate, andof some 14,000 pounds, which lay to his credit at the bank.""One moment," Holmes interposed, "your statement is, I foresee,one of the most remarkable to which I have ever listened. Let mehave the date of the reception by your uncle of the letter, andthe date of his supposed suicide.""The letter arrived on March 10, 1883. His death was seven weekslater, upon the night of May 2nd.""Thank you. Pray proceed.""When my father took over the Horsham property, he, at myrequest, made a careful examination of the attic, which had beenalways locked up. We found the brass box there, although itscontents had been destroyed. On the inside of the cover was apaper label, with the initials of K. K. K. repeated upon it, and'Letters, memoranda, receipts, and a register' written beneath.These, we presume, indicated the nature of the papers which hadbeen destroyed by Colonel Openshaw. For the rest, there wasnothing of much importance in the attic save a great manyscattered papers and note-books bearing upon my uncle's life inAmerica. Some of them were of the war time and showed that he haddone his duty well and had borne the repute of a brave soldier.Others were of a date during the reconstruction of the Southernstates, and were mostly concerned with politics, for he hadevidently taken a strong part in opposing the carpet-bagpoliticians who had been sent down from the North."Well, it was the beginning of '84 when my father came to live atHorsham, and all went as well as possible with us until theJanuary of '85. On the fourth day after the new year I heard myfather give a sharp cry of surprise as we sat together at thebreakfast-table. There he was, sitting with a newly openedenvelope in one hand and five dried orange pips in theoutstretched palm of the other one. He had always laughed at whathe called my cock-and-bull story about the colonel, but he lookedvery scared and puzzled now that the same thing had come uponhimself."'Why, what on earth does this mean, John?' he stammered."My heart had turned to lead. 'It is K. K. K.,' said I."He looked inside the envelope. 'So it is,' he cried. 'Here arethe very letters. But what is this written above them?'"'Put the papers on the sundial,' I read, peeping over hisshoulder."'What papers? What sundial?' he asked."'The sundial in the garden. There is no other,' said I; 'but thepapers must be those that are destroyed.'"'Pooh!' said he, gripping hard at his courage. 'We are in acivilised land here, and we can't have tomfoolery of this kind.Where does the thing come from?'"'From Dundee,' I answered, glancing at the postmark."'Some preposterous practical joke,' said he. 'What have I to dowith sundials and papers? I shall take no notice of suchnonsense.'"'I should certainly speak to the police,' I said."'And be laughed at for my pains. Nothing of the sort.'"'Then let me do so?'"'No, I forbid you. I won't have a fuss made about suchnonsense.'"It was in vain to argue with him, for he was a very obstinateman. I went about, however, with a heart which was full offorebodings."On the third day after the coming of the letter my father wentfrom home to visit an old friend of his, Major Freebody, who isin command of one of the forts upon Portsdown Hill. I was gladthat he should go, for it seemed to me that he was farther fromdanger when he was away from home. In that, however, I was inerror. Upon the second day of his absence I received a telegramfrom the major, imploring me to come at once. My father hadfallen over one of the deep chalk-pits which abound in theneighbourhood, and was lying senseless, with a shattered skull. Ihurried to him, but he passed away without having ever recoveredhis consciousness. He had, as it appears, been returning fromFareham in the twilight, and as the country was unknown to him,and the chalk-pit unfenced, the jury had no hesitation inbringing in a verdict of 'death from accidental causes.'Carefully as I examined every fact connected with his death, Iwas unable to find anything which could suggest the idea ofmurder. There were no signs of violence, no footmarks, norobbery, no record of strangers having been seen upon the roads.And yet I need not tell you that my mind was far from at ease,and that I was well-nigh certain that some foul plot had beenwoven round him."In this sinister way I came into my inheritance. You will ask mewhy I did not dispose of it? I answer, because I was wellconvinced that our troubles were in some way dependent upon anincident in my uncle's life, and that the danger would be aspressing in one house as in another."It was in January, '85, that my poor father met his end, and twoyears and eight months have elapsed since then. During that timeI have lived happily at Horsham, and I had begun to hope thatthis curse had passed away from the family, and that it had endedwith the last generation. I had begun to take comfort too soon,however; yesterday morning the blow fell in the very shape inwhich it had come upon my father."The young man took from his waistcoat a crumpled envelope, andturning to the table he shook out upon it five little driedorange pips."This is the envelope," he continued. "The postmark isLondon--eastern division. Within are the very words which wereupon my father's last message: 'K. K. K.'; and then 'Put thepapers on the sundial.'""What have you done?" asked Holmes."Nothing.""Nothing?""To tell the truth"--he sank his face into his thin, whitehands--"I have felt helpless. I have felt like one of those poorrabbits when the snake is writhing towards it. I seem to be inthe grasp of some resistless, inexorable evil, which no foresightand no precautions can guard against.""Tut! tut!" cried Sherlock Holmes. "You must act, man, or you arelost. Nothing but energy can save you. This is no time fordespair.""I have seen the police.""Ah!""But they listened to my story with a smile. I am convinced thatthe inspector has formed the opinion that the letters are allpractical jokes, and that the deaths of my relations were reallyaccidents, as the jury stated, and were not to be connected withthe warnings."Holmes shook his clenched hands in the air. "Incredibleimbecility!" he cried."They have, however, allowed me a policeman, who may remain inthe house with me.""Has he come with you to-night?""No. His orders were to stay in the house."Again Holmes raved in the air."Why did you come to me," he cried, "and, above all, why did younot come at once?""I did not know. It was only to-day that I spoke to MajorPrendergast about my troubles and was advised by him to come toyou.""It is really two days since you had the letter. We should haveacted before this. You have no further evidence, I suppose, thanthat which you have placed before us--no suggestive detail whichmight help us?""There is one thing," said John Openshaw. He rummaged in his coatpocket, and, drawing out a piece of discoloured, blue-tintedpaper, he laid it out upon the table. "I have some remembrance,"said he, "that on the day when my uncle burned the papers Iobserved that the small, unburned margins which lay amid theashes were of this particular colour. I found this single sheetupon the floor of his room, and I am inclined to think that itmay be one of the papers which has, perhaps, fluttered out fromamong the others, and in that way has escaped destruction. Beyondthe mention of pips, I do not see that it helps us much. I thinkmyself that it is a page from some private diary. The writing isundoubtedly my uncle's."Holmes moved the lamp, and we both bent over the sheet of paper,which showed by its ragged edge that it had indeed been torn froma book. It was headed, "March, 1869," and beneath were thefollowing enigmatical notices:"4th. Hudson came. Same old platform."7th. Set the pips on McCauley, Paramore, and John Swain, of St. Augustine."9th. McCauley cleared."10th. John Swain cleared."12th. Visited Paramore. All well.""Thank you!" said Holmes, folding up the paper and returning itto our visitor. "And now you must on no account lose anotherinstant. We cannot spare time even to discuss what you have toldme. You must get home instantly and act.""What shall I do?""There is but one thing to do. It must be done at once. You mustput this piece of paper which you have shown us into the brassbox which you have described. You must also put in a note to saythat all the other papers were burned by your uncle, and thatthis is the only one which remains. You must assert that in suchwords as will carry conviction with them. Having done this, youmust at once put the box out upon the sundial, as directed. Doyou understand?""Entirely.""Do not think of revenge, or anything of the sort, at present. Ithink that we may gain that by means of the law; but we have ourweb to weave, while theirs is already woven. The firstconsideration is to remove the pressing danger which threatensyou. The second is to clear up the mystery and to punish theguilty parties.""I thank you," said the young man, rising and pulling on hisovercoat. "You have given me fresh life and hope. I shallcertainly do as you advise.""Do not lose an instant. And, above all, take care of yourself inthe meanwhile, for I do not think that there can be a doubt thatyou are threatened by a very real and imminent danger. How do yougo back?""By train from Waterloo.""It is not yet nine. The streets will be crowded, so I trust thatyou may be in safety. And yet you cannot guard yourself tooclosely.""I am armed.""That is well. To-morrow I shall set to work upon your case.""I shall see you at Horsham, then?""No, your secret lies in London. It is there that I shall seekit.""Then I shall call upon you in a day, or in two days, with newsas to the box and the papers. I shall take your advice in everyparticular." He shook hands with us and took his leave. Outsidethe wind still screamed and the rain splashed and patteredagainst the windows. This strange, wild story seemed to have cometo us from amid the mad elements--blown in upon us like a sheetof sea-weed in a gale--and now to have been reabsorbed by themonce more.Sherlock Holmes sat for some time in silence, with his head sunkforward and his eyes bent upon the red glow of the fire. Then helit his pipe, and leaning back in his chair he watched the bluesmoke-rings as they chased each other up to the ceiling."I think, Watson," he remarked at last, "that of all our cases wehave had none more fantastic than this.""Save, perhaps, the Sign of Four.""Well, yes. Save, perhaps, that. And yet this John Openshaw seemsto me to be walking amid even greater perils than did theSholtos.""But have you," I asked, "formed any definite conception as towhat these perils are?""There can be no question as to their nature," he answered."Then what are they? Who is this K. K. K., and why does he pursuethis unhappy family?"Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes and placed his elbows upon thearms of his chair, with his finger-tips together. "The idealreasoner," he remarked, "would, when he had once been shown asingle fact in all its bearings, deduce from it not only all thechain of events which led up to it but also all the results whichwould follow from it. As Cuvier could correctly describe a wholeanimal by the contemplation of a single bone, so the observer whohas thoroughly understood one link in a series of incidentsshould be able to accurately state all the other ones, bothbefore and after. We have not yet grasped the results which thereason alone can attain to. Problems may be solved in the studywhich have baffled all those who have sought a solution by theaid of their senses. To carry the art, however, to its highestpitch, it is necessary that the reasoner should be able toutilise all the facts which have come to his knowledge; and thisin itself implies, as you will readily see, a possession of allknowledge, which, even in these days of free education andencyclopaedias, is a somewhat rare accomplishment. It is not soimpossible, however, that a man should possess all knowledgewhich is likely to be useful to him in his work, and this I haveendeavoured in my case to do. If I remember rightly, you on oneoccasion, in the early days of our friendship, defined my limitsin a very precise fashion.""Yes," I answered, laughing. "It was a singular document.Philosophy, astronomy, and politics were marked at zero, Iremember. Botany variable, geology profound as regards themud-stains from any region within fifty miles of town, chemistryeccentric, anatomy unsystematic, sensational literature and crimerecords unique, violin-player, boxer, swordsman, lawyer, andself-poisoner by cocaine and tobacco. Those, I think, were themain points of my analysis."Holmes grinned at the last item. "Well," he said, "I say now, asI said then, that a man should keep his little brain-atticstocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and therest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where hecan get it if he wants it. Now, for such a case as the one whichhas been submitted to us to-night, we need certainly to musterall our resources. Kindly hand me down the letter K of the'American Encyclopaedia' which stands upon the shelf beside you.Thank you. Now let us consider the situation and see what may bededuced from it. In the first place, we may start with a strongpresumption that Colonel Openshaw had some very strong reason forleaving America. Men at his time of life do not change all theirhabits and exchange willingly the charming climate of Florida forthe lonely life of an English provincial town. His extreme loveof solitude in England suggests the idea that he was in fear ofsomeone or something, so we may assume as a working hypothesisthat it was fear of someone or something which drove him fromAmerica. As to what it was he feared, we can only deduce that byconsidering the formidable letters which were received by himselfand his successors. Did you remark the postmarks of thoseletters?""The first was from Pondicherry, the second from Dundee, and thethird from London.""From East London. What do you deduce from that?""They are all seaports. That the writer was on board of a ship.""Excellent. We have already a clue. There can be no doubt thatthe probability--the strong probability--is that the writer wason board of a ship. And now let us consider another point. In thecase of Pondicherry, seven weeks elapsed between the threat andits fulfilment, in Dundee it was only some three or four days.Does that suggest anything?""A greater distance to travel.""But the letter had also a greater distance to come.""Then I do not see the point.""There is at least a presumption that the vessel in which the manor men are is a sailing-ship. It looks as if they always sendtheir singular warning or token before them when starting upontheir mission. You see how quickly the deed followed the signwhen it came from Dundee. If they had come from Pondicherry in asteamer they would have arrived almost as soon as their letter.But, as a matter of fact, seven weeks elapsed. I think that thoseseven weeks represented the difference between the mail-boat whichbrought the letter and the sailing vessel which brought thewriter.""It is possible.""More than that. It is probable. And now you see the deadlyurgency of this new case, and why I urged young Openshaw tocaution. The blow has always fallen at the end of the time whichit would take the senders to travel the distance. But this onecomes from London, and therefore we cannot count upon delay.""Good God!" I cried. "What can it mean, this relentlesspersecution?""The papers which Openshaw carried are obviously of vitalimportance to the person or persons in the sailing-ship. I thinkthat it is quite clear that there must be more than one of them.A single man could not have carried out two deaths in such a wayas to deceive a coroner's jury. There must have been several init, and they must have been men of resource and determination.Their papers they mean to have, be the holder of them who it may.In this way you see K. K. K. ceases to be the initials of anindividual and becomes the badge of a society.""But of what society?""Have you never--" said Sherlock Holmes, bending forward andsinking his voice--"have you never heard of the Ku Klux Klan?""I never have."Holmes turned over the leaves of the book upon his knee. "Here itis," said he presently:"'Ku Klux Klan. A name derived from the fanciful resemblance tothe sound produced by cocking a rifle. This terrible secretsociety was formed by some ex-Confederate soldiers in theSouthern states after the Civil War, and it rapidly formed localbranches in different parts of the country, notably in Tennessee,Louisiana, the Carolinas, Georgia, and Florida. Its power wasused for political purposes, principally for the terrorising ofthe negro voters and the murdering and driving from the countryof those who were opposed to its views. Its outrages were usuallypreceded by a warning sent to the marked man in some fantasticbut generally recognised shape--a sprig of oak-leaves in someparts, melon seeds or orange pips in others. On receiving thisthe victim might either openly abjure his former ways, or mightfly from the country. If he braved the matter out, death wouldunfailingly come upon him, and usually in some strange andunforeseen manner. So perfect was the organisation of thesociety, and so systematic its methods, that there is hardly acase upon record where any man succeeded in braving it withimpunity, or in which any of its outrages were traced home to theperpetrators. For some years the organisation flourished in spiteof the efforts of the United States government and of the betterclasses of the community in the South. Eventually, in the year1869, the movement rather suddenly collapsed, although there havebeen sporadic outbreaks of the same sort since that date.'"You will observe," said Holmes, laying down the volume, "thatthe sudden breaking up of the society was coincident with thedisappearance of Openshaw from America with their papers. It maywell have been cause and effect. It is no wonder that he and hisfamily have some of the more implacable spirits upon their track.You can understand that this register and diary may implicatesome of the first men in the South, and that there may be manywho will not sleep easy at night until it is recovered.""Then the page we have seen--""Is such as we might expect. It ran, if I remember right, 'sentthe pips to A, B, and C'--that is, sent the society's warning tothem. Then there are successive entries that A and B cleared, orleft the country, and finally that C was visited, with, I fear, asinister result for C. Well, I think, Doctor, that we may letsome light into this dark place, and I believe that the onlychance young Openshaw has in the meantime is to do what I havetold him. There is nothing more to be said or to be doneto-night, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget forhalf an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserableways of our fellow-men."It had cleared in the morning, and the sun was shining with asubdued brightness through the dim veil which hangs over thegreat city. Sherlock Holmes was already at breakfast when I camedown."You will excuse me for not waiting for you," said he; "I have, Iforesee, a very busy day before me in looking into this case ofyoung Openshaw's.""What steps will you take?" I asked."It will very much depend upon the results of my first inquiries.I may have to go down to Horsham, after all.""You will not go there first?""No, I shall commence with the City. Just ring the bell and themaid will bring up your coffee."As I waited, I lifted the unopened newspaper from the table andglanced my eye over it. It rested upon a heading which sent achill to my heart."Holmes," I cried, "you are too late.""Ah!" said he, laying down his cup, "I feared as much. How was itdone?" He spoke calmly, but I could see that he was deeply moved."My eye caught the name of Openshaw, and the heading 'TragedyNear Waterloo Bridge.' Here is the account:"Between nine and ten last night Police-Constable Cook, of the HDivision, on duty near Waterloo Bridge, heard a cry for help anda splash in the water. The night, however, was extremely dark andstormy, so that, in spite of the help of several passers-by, itwas quite impossible to effect a rescue. The alarm, however, wasgiven, and, by the aid of the water-police, the body waseventually recovered. It proved to be that of a young gentlemanwhose name, as it appears from an envelope which was found in hispocket, was John Openshaw, and whose residence is near Horsham.It is conjectured that he may have been hurrying down to catchthe last train from Waterloo Station, and that in his haste andthe extreme darkness he missed his path and walked over the edgeof one of the small landing-places for river steamboats. The bodyexhibited no traces of violence, and there can be no doubt thatthe deceased had been the victim of an unfortunate accident,which should have the effect of calling the attention of theauthorities to the condition of the riverside landing-stages."We sat in silence for some minutes, Holmes more depressed andshaken than I had ever seen him."That hurts my pride, Watson," he said at last. "It is a pettyfeeling, no doubt, but it hurts my pride. It becomes a personalmatter with me now, and, if God sends me health, I shall set myhand upon this gang. That he should come to me for help, and thatI should send him away to his death--!" He sprang from his chairand paced about the room in uncontrollable agitation, with aflush upon his sallow cheeks and a nervous clasping andunclasping of his long thin hands."They must be cunning devils," he exclaimed at last. "How couldthey have decoyed him down there? The Embankment is not on thedirect line to the station. The bridge, no doubt, was toocrowded, even on such a night, for their purpose. Well, Watson,we shall see who will win in the long run. I am going out now!""To the police?""No; I shall be my own police. When I have spun the web they maytake the flies, but not before."All day I was engaged in my professional work, and it was late inthe evening before I returned to Baker Street. Sherlock Holmeshad not come back yet. It was nearly ten o'clock before heentered, looking pale and worn. He walked up to the sideboard,and tearing a piece from the loaf he devoured it voraciously,washing it down with a long draught of water."You are hungry," I remarked."Starving. It had escaped my memory. I have had nothing sincebreakfast.""Nothing?""Not a bite. I had no time to think of it.""And how have you succeeded?""Well.""You have a clue?""I have them in the hollow of my hand. Young Openshaw shall notlong remain unavenged. Why, Watson, let us put their own devilishtrade-mark upon them. It is well thought of!""What do you mean?"He took an orange from the cupboard, and tearing it to pieces hesqueezed out the pips upon the table. Of these he took five andthrust them into an envelope. On the inside of the flap he wrote"S. H. for J. O." Then he sealed it and addressed it to "CaptainJames Calhoun, Barque 'Lone Star,' Savannah, Georgia.""That will await him when he enters port," said he, chuckling."It may give him a sleepless night. He will find it as sure aprecursor of his fate as Openshaw did before him.""And who is this Captain Calhoun?""The leader of the gang. I shall have the others, but he first.""How did you trace it, then?"He took a large sheet of paper from his pocket, all covered withdates and names."I have spent the whole day," said he, "over Lloyd's registersand files of the old papers, following the future career of everyvessel which touched at Pondicherry in January and February in'83. There were thirty-six ships of fair tonnage which werereported there during those months. Of these, one, the 'Lone Star,'instantly attracted my attention, since, although it was reportedas having cleared from London, the name is that which is given toone of the states of the Union.""Texas, I think.""I was not and am not sure which; but I knew that the ship musthave an American origin.""What then?""I searched the Dundee records, and when I found that the barque'Lone Star' was there in January, '85, my suspicion became acertainty. I then inquired as to the vessels which lay at presentin the port of London.""Yes?""The 'Lone Star' had arrived here last week. I went down to theAlbert Dock and found that she had been taken down the river bythe early tide this morning, homeward bound to Savannah. I wiredto Gravesend and learned that she had passed some time ago, andas the wind is easterly I have no doubt that she is now past theGoodwins and not very far from the Isle of Wight.""What will you do, then?""Oh, I have my hand upon him. He and the two mates, are as Ilearn, the only native-born Americans in the ship. The others areFinns and Germans. I know, also, that they were all three awayfrom the ship last night. I had it from the stevedore who hasbeen loading their cargo. By the time that their sailing-shipreaches Savannah the mail-boat will have carried this letter, andthe cable will have informed the police of Savannah that thesethree gentlemen are badly wanted here upon a charge of murder."There is ever a flaw, however, in the best laid of human plans,and the murderers of John Openshaw were never to receive theorange pips which would show them that another, as cunning and asresolute as themselves, was upon their track. Very long and verysevere were the equinoctial gales that year. We waited long fornews of the "Lone Star" of Savannah, but none ever reached us. Wedid at last hear that somewhere far out in the Atlantic ashattered stern-post of a boat was seen swinging in the troughof a wave, with the letters "L. S." carved upon it, and that isall which we shall ever know of the fate of the "Lone Star."

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