Category Archives: History

Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of the Coming of the Lord

Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I think that is as apropos a time as any to share some pictures from my recent trip to the Civil Rights Museum in Memphis:


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I have a well known love of history, but at the same time, I’m not really a museum person. I love to go to places where history has happened, but museums usually don’t hold my attention for extremely long time. That being said, if you’re ever in Memphis, the Civil Rights Museum is a hard recommend.

The front of the museum is the hotel where Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. Across the street is the boarding house where the shot was fired that killed him. I’m not sure why they’ve decided to make that part of the museum. I would burn that building to the ground.

Actually I’d put every BS racist traitor confederate statue I could in that building and then burn it to the ground. With that being said, the exhibits in that building are definitely weaker than in the hotel part of the museum.

The museum is a powerful reminder of how far we’ve come in this country from slavery to the Civil War to reconstruction to Jim Crow to Freedom Writers to Selma to the Voting Rights Act. It is a reminder that basic human rights are still under fire to this day and we have to stay vigilant before we start marching backwards in the country.

In the last speech that Martin Luther King Jr. gave before he was assassinated he preached on the Good Samaritan. His words still ring true to this day and seem the right way to end this blog:

Let us develop a kind of dangerous unselfishness. One day a man came to Jesus; and he wanted to raise some questions about some vital matters in life. At points, he wanted to trick Jesus, and show him that he knew a little more than Jesus knew, and through this, throw him off base. Now that question could have easily ended up in a philosophical and theological debate. But Jesus immediately pulled that question from mid-air, and placed it on a dangerous curve between Jerusalem and Jericho. And he talked about a certain man, who fell among thieves. You remember that a Levite and a priest passed by on the other side. They didn’t stop to help him. And finally a man of another race came by. He got down from his beast, decided not to be compassionate by proxy. But with him, administering first aid, and helped the man in need. Jesus ended up saying, this was the good man, this was the great man, because he had the capacity to project the “I” into the “thou,” and to be concerned about his brother. Now you know, we use our imagination a great deal to try to determine why the priest and the Levite didn’t stop. At times we say they were busy going to church meetings—an ecclesiastical gathering—and they had to get on down to Jerusalem so they wouldn’t be late for their meeting. At other times we would speculate that there was a religious law that “One who was engaged in religious ceremonials was not to touch a human body twenty-four hours before the ceremony.” And every now and then we begin to wonder whether maybe they were not going down to Jerusalem, or down to Jericho, rather to organize a “Jericho Road Improvement Association.” That’s a possibility. Maybe they felt that it was better to deal with the problem from the causal root, rather than to get bogged down with an individual effort.

But I’m going to tell you what my imagination tells me. It’s possible that these men were afraid. You see, the Jericho road is a dangerous road. I remember when Mrs. King and I were first in Jerusalem. We rented a car and drove from Jerusalem down to Jericho. And as soon as we got on that road, I said to my wife, “I can see why Jesus used this as a setting for his parable.” It’s a winding, meandering road. It’s really conducive for ambushing. You start out in Jerusalem, which is about 1200 miles, or rather 1200 feet above sea level. And by the time you get down to Jericho, fifteen or twenty minutes later, you’re about 2200 feet below sea level. That’s a dangerous road. In the days of Jesus it came to be known as the “Bloody Pass.” And you know, it’s possible that the priest and the Levite looked over that man on the ground and wondered if the robbers were still around. Or it’s possible that they felt that the man on the ground was merely faking. And he was acting like he had been robbed and hurt, in order to seize them over there, lure them there for quick and easy seizure. And so the first question that the Levite asked was, “If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?” But then the Good Samaritan came by. And he reversed the question: “If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?”

That’s the question before you tonight. Not, “If I stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to all of the hours that I usually spend in my office every day and every week as a pastor?” The question is not, “If I stop to help this man in need, what will happen to me?” “If I do not stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to them?” That’s the question.

Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge to make America what it ought to be. We have an opportunity to make America a better nation.

The Postcard Recreation Project – Teddy Roosevelt

A few months back Jen sent me a text message out of the blue suggesting that I should try to recreate (update) old postcards. It seems like a perfect fit for me, since I might be the last person on the world who really loves postcards and even occasionally sends them and loves to get them (hint! hint!).

I made sort of a test run recently of the Teddy Roosevelt statue in McHose Park. Have a look:


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I’m not going to toot my horn that this was a resounding success. I do have a 100% commitment to the truth, but I did learn a lot from this first run. I’m excited to put this new knowledge to the test in the nearish future.

2-10-08

The following pictures were in the folder 2-10-08:


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The tin was made by Sara. It was product from her Etsy store. You may have noticed some of her tins around my house as decorations.

The painted fish bowl was a Christmas present from Becca. It was one of my favorite Christmas Presents I’ve ever received. Her design was based off of my 4 FLOWERS image.

The tragic part of this story is that I used the bowl as my loose change jar. When it was full I took it to the bank and it got broke. I don’t know that I’ve ever fully recovered. Hopefully some day I will get a replacement for it. Perhaps it will come the same day I get my replacement for my Monica Henning painting that was also tragically destroyed in a freak dog toy accident.

The last image is something I won at a Christmas Work Party. I sold it to a co-worker for $20.

I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that I did put my car in the ditch on Wednesday. It was the first time in my life I’ve put my car in the ditch… well during winter. (I’m sure many of you remember the skunk family story that lead to my relenting and agreeing to get cell phones.)

I need to point out (because of people like Amber of Youth Group fame) that I was not taking pictures (like I was in 2 of the pictures above) while I was driving. It just happened. Not by best moment.

One of my best moments was being able to restore 3 old timey blogs by adding these old timey photos to the Photograpy 139 Gallery:

EVEN WHEN YOU WIN
PRETTIEST PRESENT
ANGRY BRAD’S DESIGNS

On next Saturday’s walk down memory lane, we will have another look at some Little White Lye Soap pictures.

Refreshed from Time to Time with the Blood of Patriots and Tyrants

Thought I would share a few cruddy cell phone pictures from my recent trip to Memphis with Russell and Jesse to watch Iowa State’s 21-20 beatdown of Memphis in the Liberty Bowl:


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You know you’re in Memphis when you walk into a hotel lobby and there is a musician setting up shop.

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Greetings from Memphis!

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Beale Street

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Supper!

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Delicious Chicken and Waffles #wafflelife

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I want this Sam Cooke table.

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The King

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The King’s Final Resting Place

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In front of the gates at Graceland

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First time in Mississippi.

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Amazing Waffle House Experience. Waitress told us that she loved our “Northern Accents”. #wafflelife

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We will be sending a very nice letter to Waffle House about this amazing waitress!

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Back to Tennessee.

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This many people gathered to watch ducks walk from an elevator to a fountain. To John Philip Sousa.

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Some college football fanbases don’t have any problems filling a baseball stadium.

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The Memphis Redbirds play in a beautiful stadium.

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Post pep rally fireworks.

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Selfie Time!

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Cozy Corner is a big recommend. Their barbecue spaghetti, not so much.

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Delicious, delicious ribs!

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With the owner. Teenage Cyclone fan for the photobomb!

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The National Civil Rights Museum located where Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.

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Watched the Iowa State basketball debacle here. These musicians were solid, but made the night slightly uncomfortable.

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More Beale Street.

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Apparently Iowa State fans like their Busch Light.

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Even More Beale Street.

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Admittedly, not my best work. #wafflelife

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Sea of Cardinal and Gold

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Cyclones!!!

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Dig those sweet chrome helmets!

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This flyover by a FedEx 747 was both slow and scary.

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Weirdest halftime show ever? The Isley Brothers and other stuff.

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Victory Formation!

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Sing the alma mater!

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Victory Selfie!

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Jumbotron? Try minitron.

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I’ll be strolling into church some Sunday with this jacket.

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21-20* Should’ve been 28-20, but refs aren’t perfect.

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Leave these guys alone for a moment and they are staring at their phones.

There are plenty of real camera pictures that will be released eventually, but thought I’d get these out early. I didn’t take the real camera into the Liberty Bowl. A myriad of reasons, but in the end, you just need to know that it didn’t work out.

Memphis’ stadium is a little dumpy. It isn’t a complete dump, like where Kansas and Missouri play. But it isn’t nice like where Kansas State or Iowa or of course like Jack Trice.

I have to commend Russell. He survived almost 3 full days with me and Jesse. That isn’t an easy feat for most people. He is horrified that I photograph my food, but he is going to have to learn. That is how Bennetts roll. It is genetic. I swear it!

To surmise, it was a great trip that ended with a Cyclone victory! I’m already making plans for next year’s bowl game trip. Who wants in?

That Last Album Was Heavy, That Last Album Was Gritty, How You Gon’ Match That?

The world wasn’t ready for these LOW PERSPECTIVE pictures on Monday. I’m not sure the world is ready for them now. But I can’t hold them back any longer:


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Most of these pictures were taken in Memphis. Others were taken in my backyard. One was taken in my kitchen.

You’re welcome world.

The Burned Bridge of Madison County

Hitting the back log again. These are images I took the day after some young hooligans set fire to the Cedar Bridge near Winterset.


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I’m not really sure what possessed people to burn down this bridge. While I do agree that the efforts of Robert James Waller are an affront to literature, I’m not tempted to set any of these bridges on fire.

If Nicholas Sparks had written about these bridges, that is another story!

01-09-08 & 01-15-08

The following images came from the folders called 01-09-08 and 01-15-08:


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I don’t really know a good way to describe most of these images, so I’ll just let it be.

By adding these images to the Photography 139 Smugmug Gallery, I was able to restore these old timey journal entries to their original glory:

NOTES FROM YESTERDAY
COMMUTER ART
BROKEN


The next walk down memory lane will involve one of the few times I’ve wasted memory card space on pictures of a cat.

01-08-08

This huge collection of photos was found in the folder called 01-01-08:


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I don’t know if it the holidays or recently seeing some old friends, or a recent death to a close relation of a very close friend or if it is just because it is that time of year, but this particular walk down memory lane made me particularly nostalgic.

Nostalgic for:

1. A time when I stayed up late enough to do night photography.
2. A time when some of the people on the chili scoring sheet still worked at the computer mine.
3. A time when the computer mine had the old set up and not the cube farm setup.
4. A time when Vest could grip a toy gun with 10 fingers. Too soon?
5. A time when Symposium was still a thing.
6. A time when my beanie collection was so wanting.
7. A time when I was stuck at work after dark on holidays. Which is crazy because I always hated that.
8. A time when we could actually turn the lights off at work.
9. A time when being a piece of human debris made you ineligible for political office, rather than eligible for a cabinet position.

But when I wasn’t feeling all melancholy, by adding this images to the Photography 139 SmugMug Gallery, I was able to restore the following old timey blog posts:

EDWARDS ON NEW YEAR’S DAY
JUST TELL ME
SYMPOSER
KENTUCKY FRIED METHODIST


Next Saturday’s stroll down memory lane will involve a broken mirror at the very least.

12-07-07

Most of the pictures in the folder called 12-07-07 were taken at Bandshell Park in Ames.


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There is a Swift Stop gas station in the bottom 2 pictures. In another life when I ran the campus outpost of the Evil Clown Empire there was a guy that worked for me that was the most America hating American I ever met. When he wasn’t talking about his Dungeons & Dragons empire, he was talking about how he wanted to move to Australia because he hated this country so much.

He was scheduled to work the lunch shift on September 11, 2001. After the airplanes struck the towers he called in to see if we were closing for the day. The answer was “no”. We were staying open. I don’t know if it was the right decision to stay open, but I don’t have to grapple with that in my sleep. I didn’t make that decision.

Then he called back every hour hoping that the answer was something different. The answer was never anything different.

Finally at the appointed hour he waddled into the store and proceeded to fill the store with his pissing and moaning. He was the kind of guy that pissed and moaned all the time, but he was particularly on fire this morning.

It seemed to me that he felt that he was the only one experiencing the events of the day. He was the only one that wanted to be somewhere else.

Finally, after 30 minutes of his grousing, I got sick of him and snapped at him and sent him home.

I can’t remember if he quit or was fired from the Evil Clown Empire any longer. A few years later I heard that he had died. He was working at that Swift Stop gas station. He had a heart attack while he was working alone. There was nobody in the store. He died on the floor of that convenience store and laid there until the next customer came in and discovered him.

He never moved to Australia.

I think about him on 9/11. I think about him when I drive by that building. It isn’t a gas station any longer. I believe it is a restaurant now. I remember, if your dream is to move to Australia, do it. Sooner rather than later. Tomorrow you could end up dead on the floor of a convenience store.

And on that note, I was able to restore the following blog by uploading these pictures to the SmugMug Gallery:

Bandshell Park

Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will involve Nader.