Chris Moore Interviewed Chuck Martin in Jones Mills (PA)

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CHRIS MOORE INTERVIEWED

CHUCK MARTIN IN JONES MILLS (PA)

Sal and Chuck Martin often attend Mello Mike in Ligonier, Pennsylvania, where they enjoy meeting with friends, dining on Ligonier Tavern food, and listening to music and readings by local musicians and writers. Often, they themselves read work that they’ve written.

However, on November 13^th they will not be attending Mello Mike. They will be sitting in the comfort of their living room, with neighbors Rock Foster and his wife, watching television.

And Chuck will be wondering who that “old guy” on the television is.

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Truth be known? It’s Chuck Martin himself.

Recently Chris Moore, host of Ch. 13-WQED television show Black Horizons, drove from Pittsburg to the tiny community of Jones Mills on Route 31 just east of Route 711.

Chuck is a person of interest because of a series of photographs he took on April 4, 1968—-the day after Rev. Martin Luther King was assassinated.

At the time, many major cities were in flames and rioting was rampant, according to Chuck.

He felt compelled to (to continue reading click on Chris Moore Was in Jones Mills (PA) to Interview Chuck Martin )

At Sewickley Creek: a novel excerpt

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AT SEWICKLEY CREEK

An excerpt from WARPATH, a historical novel

Sal Martin

     In 1756 there was a meeting to discuss peace. One of the negotiators was from the eastern Turtle Clan Delaware named Teedyuscung. Teedyuscung wanted peace for his people and houses and teachers. The conferences at Easton eventually brought a lessening of the hostilities.

“The land is the cause of our Differences, that is, our being unhappily turned out of the land; … they do not act well nor do Indians justice …We on our parts gather up the leaves that have been sprinkled with blood, we gather up the blood, the bodies and the bones, but when we look round, we see no place where to put them.”

That spring, the Martin and Knox children and other white captives made another trip, of twenty some miles, down the Allegheny to Fort Duquesne, in canoes. There were about 200 prisoners at Fort Duquesne at that time. The French commander was offering a bounty for pioneer scalps. He had already paid for 500 scalps. A bounty for Indian scalps was also being paid in Williamsburg and Philadelphia.  That the Pennsylvania Council would do such a thing horrified the Quakers to the point that they withdrew from politics.  Franklin’s anti-Quaker group had won.

The French at Ft. Duquesne did not have enough food for all the mouths and sent the captives along, in canoes, down the Ohio. Martha and Jane Knox and Martha’s two little brothers were taken instead up the muddy Monongahela River to the clean, clear Youghiogheny River, and then on up to Sewickley Creek. They stashed the canoes and carried their precious possessions, blankets and winter clothing up to Captain Jacob’s Cabin.

It was spring and the children were enchanted with the glory of

Let’s Get Dirty

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LET’S GET DIRTY

Sally Martin

     In our long years of competitions, Chas and I have amassed bushels of tee shirts. The most prized of these trophies is the pair that extols the virtues of playing in the mud. 

     We had run in cross country meets at Schenley Park in Pittsburgh, a lovely run. Cross country has ambiance. You run through fields and forests, it can be a jog in the woods.  We found one in Ebensburg and at that very simple run through fields and forests we found an ad for Lets Get Dirty at Slippery Rock State College (now University). When we arrived at the college, there was a trek through parking lots to a small ski hut building on the edge of a creek. Not Slippery Rock Creek, thank goodness.

        The participants were mostly a few of us sane adults and many wildly enthusiastic students. There were about six hundred who showed up to either laugh or compete. There were clowns, a group in kilts, and other groups in unusual but matching outfits that defied description.  

     Runners have things called “Fun Runs” but running is rarely fun.  Well, the one in Regent Square through Frick Park is pretty and tries hard with jazz bands and champagne.  But  Let’s Get Dirty was truly a producer of whoops, cheers, giggles, guffaws, and more cheers.

     But first, there was a run for the serious: it showed really good runners competing over the quite questionable course so we could see where they went and therefore opt in or out of the madness. The winners got precious few cheers. The crowd was waiting for us “Fun Run” types.

      The experienced participants had special preparation: duct tape.  

     Their shoes, not necessarily running shoes, were duct taped to

Vanessa

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VANESSA

Sal Martin

 

     Another sleepless night. The third action hero has won out over the bad guys. The same news report has been reported for the hundredth time. I have memorized the weather into next week, not that it matters to me. I’m not going anywhere. I have an emphatic limp. I walk with a “walker” while my new knee heals. I try to show gratitude that such miracles are available for me instead of the rocking chair and cane that would have been my fate

Moving to the (Laurel Ridge) Mountains

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MOVING TO THE (LAUREL RIDGE) MOUNTAINS

Mustang Sally

     We did that a year ago. Moved to the mountains.  So here we are.   We drive into the driveway and sit for a moment, overwhelmed by the beauty of the sunlight filtering through the hemlocks and the roar of Pike Run as it tumbles down the mountain.  We have learned to say Don-e-GAL is where you get off the turnpike. We can now refer to LAY-trobe as the home of

TURKISH TOILETS IN A DARJEELING (India) TRAIN STATION

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TURKISH TOILETS IN A DARJEELING (India) TRAIN STATION

Sally Martin

An excerpt from

MUSTANG SALLY’S GUIDE TO WORLD BICYCLE TOURING   

     During the Beanery Writers Group meeting the Friday after the President Obama Barack’s Inauguration, I shared a post from my site on one of what I considered the most difficult of the problems facing the Inaugural committee—the title tells all: PONDERING THE PRESIDENTIAL INAUGURATION PORTAPOTTY PROBLEM—(this post actually inculdes historical events: Louis Phillipe and his travels through Southwestern Pennsylvania in the 1790s, and the Essenes in much earlier times). Then Sally Martin, author of the boom Mustang Sally’s Guide to World Bicycle Touring, read the following excerpt from her book, written in the humor her friends know is only Sally. She preceded the reading with a warning: it isn’t for the faint hearted!
     Read on…if you dare…

     I wouldn’t write about this if I had not read all of Bill Bryson’s novel books. Bill tells it like it is. If you don’t really want to know how it is, don’t read this.
     I had to get my ticket for the train to Darjeeling. Mr. Singh, my dear taxi driver promised to take me to the ticket place and wait there while I bought the ticket. It was a handsome building, built, no doubt, by the British in better times. There were huge, multiple ticket lines inside the building. Perhaps three light bulbs brightened its dank interior. I had need for he ladies room. That is not unusual.
     At a huge train station there should be a ladies room. Right? I could not see one and when I asked there were a lot of

MOTHER TERESA: IN MEMORIAM

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MOTHER TERESA: IN MEMORIAM

Mustang Sally

On one anniversary of Mother Teresa’s death, Mustang Sally sent the Beanery Writers Group members an excerpt on her from the book  Mustang Sally’s Guide to World Bicycle Touring. It was a telling of Mustang Sally’s meeting with Mother Teresa.
Mother Teresa was born in Skopje Macedonia. She was seven years old when her father was murdered and her family fell into poverty. She decided to follow in the footsteps of the Irish missionary nuns who educated her. She trained in Dublin Ireland at age 18. Her first assignment was in Calcutta, India, where she taught high school and worked her way to principal.
One day she found a woman dying in the street and sat with her, stroking her head until death came. This experience inspired her to found a new religious order. The Order of the Missionaries of Charity devoted itself to anyone who was “unwanted, unloved and uncared for.” By the time she died the Order included more than 5,000 nuns and brothers who operated over 2,500 orphanages, schools, clinics and hospices in 120 countries, including the United States.

     10.18.95  Calcutta. Tomorrow is to be the last day in Calcutta and I will spend it going to the Lepers’ colony.  It is fairly far from the city and is quite extensive when you get there. The ill are given a place to stay and work so that they can be self-supporting.   Linda wants me to go to the Varinasi with her and I would like to do that but I have my schedule.
     The place we visited today was for women from a prison. These women were in terrible condition when Mother Teresa got them out of prison. They had been kept in

I HAVE A PERMIT TO CARRY…

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Mustang Sally

 

 

Why, you will ask, would I need to carry a weapon? 

 

Well, my mind is going a bit and I don’t exactly remember. There was a time when home invasions seemed threatening. However if you produce the “Permit” as picture identification, people

SALLY MARTIN: MUSTANG SALLY’S GUIDE TO WORLD BICYCLE TOURING

I rode a bicycle around the world. That took 18 months. I wrote a book about my travels. That took 10 years. Publishing the book is taking the rest of my life.

Mustang Sally’s Guide to World Bicycle Touring is shockingly cheap on Amazon, but you can get an autographed copy from me! I can cut you a deal, but it starts at: $34 for the bound copy, $24 for soft cover, cheap at twice the price.

CONTACT: SalnChasMartin@lhtot.net or 724 593 6921, where Chas or I or the cat will personally answer the phone.

SELF-PUBLISHING AS I WANDER THROUGH IT

—written by Mustang Sal

I have been ordered by our leader to write on this matter of self-publishing.

I rode a bicycle around the world. That took 18 months. I wrote a book about my travels.

That took 10 years. Publishing the book is taking the rest of my life.

I found and chose