Civil War in 2018 of the White Privileged

Angela, what planet do you live on???


I live on planet earth, third rock from the sun.


You sound like one of those radicals


I looked up “radical”.

Yes, I would say I am “someone who advocates thorough or complete social reform”.


that was there pulling down a piece bronze statue…..


But, no I wasn’t there—I was in California—but I would be happy if my step-daughter, a brown skinned young woman at UNC, was there.


what are you plans next to exterminate all white men???


That’s called a Non Sequitur. Because I live on planet earth, and sound like a radical in North Carolina it doesn’t follow I’d want to exterminate all white men.


Why do you feel people want to exterminate you like you are a cockroach, ant, or other pest?


Do you hate your race that much???


My race? I’m part of the human race. I’m on of mankind. I’m a man too. I believe all men are created equal, and I believe that includes men of all genders… for example, I am a human, of mankind, a female, a woman. A black woman is also a man of humankind, the human race.


Did you know that “race” used to refer to people not by color but by who lined up at the line together and circulated the world through history?


“A race is a grouping of humans based on shared physical or social qualities into categories generally viewed as distinct by society.[1] First used to refer to speakers of a common language and then to denote national affiliations, by the 17th century the term race began to refer to physical (phenotypical) traits.” — Wikipedia


So only in recent history would you say that Ronnie and you are white men of one race, while you’d refer to his brother-in-law as another race.


Before you’d be in the race together… like a team. Ronnie and his brother-in-law at least. You might belong to another race or society of social qualities. For example, Ronnie and all the people in his family and all their children would be one clan. You’d be another. And, as case-in-point, Ronnie’s white, and his brother-in-law is black, but back then they’d be considered the same race.


I love the human race. I’d never refer to “exterminating” people.


What you’re (you + are means you need an apostrophe) suggesting is genocide of all white men? I didn’t know you all were feeling that guilty.


Genocide is the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation.


No, I wouldn’t kill all white men, and I don’t plan to.


Why are you afraid?


You can spew out all the stuff you want because it doesn’t justify tearing down a piece of history…..


Putting up a monument isn’t history.


What is history is the dedication speech—bragging about chasing down and beating a black woman because you feel like your ‘race’ is threatened.


The University of North Carolina is the first public institution in the nation.



Did it not occur to you that the boys that left UNC to fight in the war fought on both sides? Continue reading

Ancestry, Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

My Cousin Didn’t Commit Suicide

Allen died a year ago, tonight.

Wanda reported he died around 11:50pm, she thinks — and she was in Virginia at around 2am maybe when she got the call. She knows nothing of the details

I told her 6 “or 7 steps” and left it at that. No Halloween or kids that night. Married, as Jessica Marié. Aunt Wanda agrees.  Wanda is also on the hunt for a new man for her “custard stand”.

Suicide in your Sleep, oh What Dreams May Come
Dr. Teeth and Electric Mayhem

Muppet Family

Name that Muppet: My uncle Herbie Niblick, and Me.

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Closed Head Injury

Letter to a Friend

I graduated to a larger keyboard in procrastination.

I went back to do the dishes and thought to myself, ‘this isn’t the life I want’. Did I tell you? I had even tried to convince myself that I just had to get things all in order so that everything in life would be ‘ready’. See how that worked out? Needless to say these hands have yet to hit dishwater. So much for Southern.

But is there really anything wrong with that?

If someone would give me just one cup, plate, bowl, spoon, fork, mug and what else do I need?

I’ll tell you what, just a really cool place to put them!

I need to figure out how to be happy, or this is going to suddenly feel like a very long life, I get the feeling, from here on out…

Today is the day that my daddy died, 30 years ago today, or some time within 12 hours or so either way, because I can never quite remember if the accident happened the night before, or if it was already considered the next day, and when it was that he died, or rather, how long it took him to die. And since I move so damn often, the paper which answers this question every year when I inevitably go searching for it to determine once again, for another year, just it was ‘when’ that ‘what’ happened, is buried in boxes which are worn and disheveled from the packing, repacking, and moving again, again, and again.

Any way, I’m listening to Yo-Yo Ma do Johan Sebastian Bach while considering doing my dishes, or just throwing out all my clothes, …or just moving to a life I’d prefer to be living?

It wouldn’t take a psychiatrist to be able to tell you that if I could have anyone with me here tonight to have a glass of single girl microwaved a few seconds to knock the chill off red refrigerated wine it would be my dad. No, not the one who called yesterday to make sure that I was okay, I think because he knows even if only from the signs from my mother’s odder than usual behavior triggered by it nearing that day again… No, I mean my father, the one who gave me life. He was an artist and a lover, a singer and a movie maker, although I have to tell you his song in the band is pretty much dreadful.

Here’s Dog Sweat, by Matthew Raymond Morris Michael Niblick. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, you’ll want to cover your ears. But to me, it’s music. That’s my daddy’s voice. When I heard this ‘song’ this past year, it was the first I’d heard my daddy’s voice, since he died thirty years ago. Still, Dad! What were you thinking?!

My Daddy, the artist Matthew Raymond Morris Michael Niblick (movie footage 1979-1983) from Angela Baxley on Vimeo.

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We fly away…

I am emotional. I feel betrayed. I was raised in faith that the Watchtower was God’s organization. I believed that my mom and dad knew the answers that one day I’d come to learn. I just felt slow and stupid and that eventually I’d get it. I trusted. I had faith. I believed. I knew my parents were smarter than me. I had read it in the poem that hang on his bedroom wall.

I now learn that while they can’t answer me from the scriptures when will my father live again they will deny the scriptures as they are written as truth.

“And the rest of the dead do not come to life until the end of the thousand years.” — Revelation 20:5

Despite that verse, and the one which precedes it which clearly defines who will partake in the first resurrection (which is immediately followed by this verse—”And the rest of the dead do not come to life until the end of the thousand years.”) she’d say that “apparently” my father, and all other loved ones, such as my uncles and my best friend, will come to life again during the thousand year reign.

“But who will they rule over?”, she asked. Continue reading

Niblack Family Chronicles

The Niblack Chronicles and Genealogy Records

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Some flew east, and someflew west and some flew over the cuckoo’s nest.

English Nursery Rhyme

When I was in my early teens I asked my father whether we were related to anyone famous. He replied that my triple great-grandfather was a friend of Daniel Boone. Research indicates that this may be true. I found the prospect of writing a book about our family rather daunting! A voracious reader, I never aspired to write, but three of us cousins found the need to research our family and put the results into a book. Here it is—still a work in progress. This book is dedicated to those who went before—links in a chain. A significant influence was my great-aunt Persis Niblack, the youngest of my great-grandparents’ children, who never married, but instead cared for her family. Perhaps all the Niblacks have insatiable curiousity like Kipling’s elephant’s child; certainly my father did. Persis was a teenager when my father, Howard, just a little boy, asked her so many questions that, in exasperation, Persis said, “Howard, if you ask me another question, I’ll turn into a little bird and fly away.” After a few minutes of silence he inquired, “Which way will you go?” A handwriting analysis of some of the characteristics in the writing of Sanford Lee Niblack , our great-grandfather (father of Persis) shows that he had a strong personality, initiative—he saw what needed to be done and did it—there was a tendency to harken back to the past, a lot of defiance, and generosity but competitiveness in that he wanted things that he didn’t want others to have. Strangely, the hand writing analysis done today doesn’t agree with historical legend: his store in Wheatland, Indiana, almost failed because he lacked the initiative to collect bills. But his wife took over. So much for clues from the past and present. It is difficult to get at truth. All of the Niblacks that I have known seem very sensitive people, usually intellectually interesting, often going into the teaching profession. Not many were warriors. They aren’t particularly gregarious in our branch, but close to kin. Certainly family solidarity and a sense of history have characterized many Niblacks. In early days they married close to home. In nineteenth century America the radius of the average pool of potential spouses was about 5 miles. This was about the distance a man could comfortably walk twice on his day off, when he went courting. With the invention of the bicycle the radius was

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eigrrhe Niblack family has an advantage given. tr0000nly ecre:gairannfta,moilt • A •ca It can evidently trace its roo ne eentnh cenintuenry,.and almost all. Niblacksw(Ntioblocinkscri) ccaan. trace their heti-91hren of this new arri A c’ne c’ bs ne in the Third Creek cemetery near Salisbury, NTcoam ts n tive of Scotland, went to Rowan County i—n-1750-anatniead’in 17talt..hMe wasanyNa descenhclaadntsho,arevdenthifettraheYdhitamdonemvear, visited the cemetery of the original ancestor, “the original Niblack came from Scotland and. hved in North Carolina.” That much seems clear. That he had not directly come to North Caro-lina also seems clear. Past that we need to sort out details. . Two accounts seem pertinent, because they are from earlier generations. Both are from the John Niblack of Kentuckydline, wrheseichnties_fr,00mmtchreetahierd generation in America, These accou.nbts shoulrhbse spoor mods, a.m. redia The first is from Admiral Albert NI lack, pe p five. Admiral Niblack was Commander of the American Fleet in the Medi-terranean Sea in World VVar I and was eventually vice-admiral of the U.S. Navy. He is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. USS MICHIGAN Southern Drill Grounds September 5, 1915 DearAustin [his nephew] Yourfilther is sixty-one years old today and I am writingyou a letter about the history ofthe Niblackfamilyfor t.Atfe deposit° til 1 such time as you may become old enough to appreciatefamily histo ty . Mark Twain says that ifyou go bath far enough, you are sure tofind at least one ofyour ancestors on the end ofa rope, so there everything in knowing when to stop looking backwards. The Niblacks. .were Scotch-Covenanters in religion and of Scotth-lrish de-scent, and emigratedfrom Clacmonon, Scotland to theneighborhood of what is now Indiana, Pennsylvania at least as early as 1 750. The original George [Wil-liam;]Niblatk wentfrom there with a large colony to Saulisbuty, County, North Carolina, where they established a settlement called the Tenmylvan, Settlement’ in t.neighborhood of the present town of Saulisbury. IV.C. This George had two som. The oltkr one, also named George, became Registrar ofthe Saulisbury County, N.C. and thereby establ,hed the written history ofthe family. He built the origi-nal Presbyterian Church there and died in 1815 kaving three sons. . .Ourfamily descendedfrom the younger son,John Niblack, who was born at the Pennsylvania Settlement in 1755. John Niblack 2 son of George Niblack Born 1755 Pennsylvania Settlement, Salisbury County, NC

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Died 1825, Clark County, Kentuthy Married 1779, Elizabeth McNary at the Pennsylvania Settle. John Niblack 2 was a Scot. Covenanter. These were a class ofPresbyteri-ans who sang psalms instead ofhymns and were exceedingly strict in the observa-tion of the Sabbath and everything ofa disciplinary tharaaer in rdigion.. those 1559 991 Colonial laws ofCreat Britain were &Vora in North Carolina and under it the oldest son received most oft, estate. . There was a row between the brothers over the estate. John had married Elizabeth McNary in 1779 and thry had one son, born in 1781, but that did not deter himfrom emigrating with his family to Kentucky in 1782, a year before the dose of the Revolution, War. The controversy between the brothers never healed and there was neverArther com-munication between the families of George and John. [Admiral Niblack goes on to describe the fortunes of the John Niblack line as it crossed the mountains into Kentucky. This account is induded in the appendix.]
The next account worth noting is from William E. Niblack, thc father of Admiral Niblack. William E. Niblack was Congressional Representative during the Civil War for the state of Indiana. He is also from the Kentucky John Niblack line, having been born in Indiana, the eldest of eight children, 1, 1/22, the son of Kentucky John Niblack’s son John.
Indianapolis, Indiana 1893
I have often promised the members ofmy family to kave at least a briefmemo-randum of the hist, of it on both sides, and my condition of health admonishes methat a ought to be done soon, sf I am to do it at The name Niblack is a peculiar and unusual one in this country, and I never yet met any person bearing st who did not trace st back to the same ongm and to the same part of the country. It is Scandinavian, and probably camefrom either Sweden or Denmark to Scotland several centmies ago. . learned from official circles, thirty years ago, that the name was a very usual one in Denmark. There were Nib/at., Neblacks and perhaps other similar forms of spelling the name in Scandinaviafrom Denmark, but ‘cannot give particulars. . .Thefamily first landed in Pennsylvania, . .but it was very early in the history of the settle-ment I think. From there my bran, of the family emigrated to North Carolina where my grandfatherJohn Niblack was born—at ail events he was reared there. That neighborhood was only afro milesfrom Saulisbury and was known as the Pennsylvania Settlement. . My grandmother’s maiden 1199 15/ Elizabeth

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McNary, who is said to have been a very handsome and attractive woman in her Nrwfirsry Jotter was theewasenoUgh to tau break-up e an estrangement in theftmily athis death. GwArgcnveX,:octhkcehnatsuLf:mmisleyarmchemthbeatr,haPshailisfiNerichnlatcstggciccsscriconntsdt.frothme origin of the family name. Scotch and Scotch-Irish (Scots who settled in Northern Ireland in the 17th cen-tury)are arguably apart ofan evengreaterfami y havir, its origins in Germany, The original Scotch Niblocks may have come from Germanyfleeingfrom either the turmoil of the Reformation or the Thirty Years War. The original religious settlement in Germany provided for only two tolerated churches in German-Catholic and Lutheran. South there were many Reformed (Calvinists.) It would be only natural that they migh tflee to a land where the Reformed faith was bring established, as it was in Scotland. Tbefamily name, (iffrom Germany) was probably something like Knoblaucb or Knoblock or Niblig. Many of. original GermanWiblco. came to America directly in the Great German migrations olt h e 18th century, which explains most of the Noblest, Noblock, and other such families today. The Niblack, Niblock, Niblick name may thus, a distinct Sodas h Anglization of these earlier German names. The name as brought toilmerica (from Scotland) was apparently Niblock, which was probably pronounced either Nibloch or Nibl-luck, which during three generation in Rowan County, North Carolina, slowly led to the spelling Wiblack. as an alternate. . Of the meaning or the original of the name, very hide is known. The Oxford English Dictionary pronounces it yobscure formation.’ There are several theo-ries, however. Knob and loch carry a variety of German meanings, including a crest ofa hill and a lake, and as such it could rifer to a particular village so situ-ated. It also meant a means ofgrapphng or twisting. obscure English usage, MR, was one who structured and cut stone and an instrument used 10 do the same thing. This may be the origin of. goliclub named ‘niblick’ (interestingly enough we remember the game was invented in Scotland.) If this were the case club and the job may have given rise to the family name Niblock entirely in-dependent of any German, and ourfnmily heritage may have had nothing at all to do with the Knoblauchs of Germany. The first Niblochs thus might have been stone cutters. However thefirmily emerged in Scotland, they were certainly there by the early 1600’s. It seems findy apparent that they were a part of what is known as the owlan d Scots, living probably on the western side or the islands of. West Scottish coast.
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[Philip discusses the fact that some Niblocks did migrate to Northern Ireland under James .planting” of Scotch Protestants in the islands to displace the Catholics he had conquered. He goes on to state that a Niblock name first appears on the hearth money rolls of County Antrim in 1664 and speculates that our original ancestor William Niblock came from Northern Ireland. He also records that these Niblocks came to Pennsylvania, from whence they emigrated to Salisbury County, North Carolina.] He adds details about life there:
The Niblocks went south down the edge of the mountains into. Great Valley of Virginia to the Salisbury vicinity in 1750 (Rowan County be created in 1753.) Here they stayed west of Salisbury in the general vicinity of the Yadkin River and its tributaries, Third and Fourth Creeks. 1754, William Niblock bought 350 acres on Fourth Creek from Humphrey Montgomery. At his death he was married to a woman named Elizabeth, who bore him at least three children anelpossiblyfour4ohn, William Margaret and George. (There is also a daughter Martha and possibly Elizabeth.) There William Niblack died in 1761 and was buried in the Third Creek Church cemetery…. The three sons apparently lived and farmed in Rowan County until after the Revolutionary War in which at least one fought. Then two ofthem joined thefint wave ofwestern migration. ohn married Elizabeth McNary whose family had recently migrated from NewJersey. (1777).He moved to what is now Ken-tucky (modern Fayette County). . .ThisJohn Niblack is the progenitor of t, In-diana Niblocks and the direct ancestor ifthe Fulton, Missouri, Niblacks. William married Divonia Tsar and moved eventually to Camden County, Georgia, where he died in 1828 (through him are daanded the Florida Niblacks and perhaps other Nibladu in the Deep South and Southwest.) With this second generation it appears that the spelling ofthefamily name be-gins to undergo the change from Niblock to Niblack. William Niblock, name on this grave is spelled with an George’s, however, though,: many plates is spelled with an `0,. is also spelled with an if and is so spelled in his wilt George had first married a woman whose name was Esther. They stayed in Rowan County and he inherited the major part of William Niblock’s holdings.To this marriage were born Thomas, WilliamJohn, Georgelohnston and Esther (who was to marry a Luckey.) About 1790 George’s first wife died and , married Francis Wilson Morrison (February 15, 1793) and had Levi, Wilson, Jane and Fanny and an-other child. [Philip goes on to describe the later history of Wilson Niblack’s son Maas, whose journey in 1818 with another family established the Niblack family

The Niblark Farnily Chronicles flourished and still exist today. See Appendix for resin rtleVissoheirierithNelbYlack narractiv:L many similarities which make • Anakzing dr!, ehnuraets wcptiOns as definitely as is possible in dealint; P.sibhle 7inmdredutmars ago. VVilliam Niblacly possibly accom: pwitle-dby°ifie wof man who wa’s already his wife and by a niece, Rhoda Ni-black, did arrive in America in the mid-Zhetranttrahzinotun zhiriicli:eplanzslvtahn i a. jAin tut’: d”r ta7770h,atvhearcac nnot be possible. About 1740 is ‘dime I71,g 7 ca’coun is the likely spot rather than Indiana Penn-sylva—nirase’Admnirala’Nr iblacaought. The Daniel Boone connection is a -n g • the family well documented. Daniel Boone moved wi”;115 h-i-sparetts” t’onNe oinrth Carolina’ when he wThas sixteen from the_ area of thc Pennsylvania Dutch near the Susquehanna. e ort Scotch-Irish settle-ment west of the Susquehanna was there, where the oones lived, reaching only slightly IVCSI and north of Lancaster. After staying in Pennsylvania for a while, they did decide to emigrate, certainly did settle near Salisbury, North Carolina, where i. original ancestor VVilliam raised his children. Thcy then scattered to become the ancestors of those of us who bear the name. Was the original ancestor from Scotland or Northern Ireland, His tornb-stone states he was bom in Scodand. Philip’s hypothesis may be correct, or there may be another answer. William Niblock may have been Scotch, but he joined the huge Scotch-lrish population swelling immigration into the colonies when he came.

A further word about the Scotch-Irish is in order. James I of England, of both blessed memory for having the King James Bible translated and of notorious memory for having a decadent and riotous court, sent Scotch se, tiers into northern Ireland, into Londonderry and other towns like Eniskillen and Belfast to “civilize the Catholic population.” The Scotchmen and women sent to Ireland were Protestants, most of them Presbyterians who followed the teachings of John Calvin strictly, and they built their Presbyterian churches in Northem Ireland and drove the Catholics off the land, claiming it for their own. They fought the Battle of the Boyne in 1690 against the lords of Catho-I ic Northern Ireland, a battle which they won and still celebrate in Londonderryand the North, causing affront to the present-day Catholic population. In the eighteenth century, England did not treat its trans lanted Scotch-Irish settlers well in the North of Ireland. It refused to letPthem sell their linen cloth at a fair price, allowed absentee landlords from London to i .100,
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povcrish the land, and in general forgot about the needs of the land across the Irish Sea. The hard-worldng and intelligent Scotch Irish population could not advance in life, anmetimes could not even live under the heavy taxation and bad economic policy, and starting in the 1720s began to emigrate from Northcrn Ireland. The first settlers came to Connecticut and at first WCre welcomed. In a few years, however, the New England Congregationalists had had enough of the enterprising farmers and merchant Scotch-Irish Pres-byterians, and closed the danrs to more settlement from Ireland. In the 1730s and 40s somc hardy Scotch Irislunen did choose to settle in Pennsylvania. Because title to lands the Indians vvere still claiming was in question, they were “squatters” and were often evicted from the lands so their existence in the 40s was precarious. Most Scotch-lrish immigrants would have entered the coun, at Chester, Pennsylvania, then travelled into the country already being setded by the Peansylvania “Deustche.” If the Niblock family joined the arca where the Boone family lived, induding young Daniel as has been said, they would have been in beautifully rolling countryside just west of the Susequehanna, where white stone homes were being built and farms carved out of the rocky but fertile soil. Soon, by 1751, Carlisle Pennsylvania became both the gather-ing, and the jumping off place, for the Scotch Irish population, which headed wcst instead of south. It was in large part because of Scotch Irish immigra-tion and settlement into the area around John Harris’ Ferry on the Susquehaana. By 1751, the Indian titles had been given up, though Shaw-nee and Delaware and NIunsee were still in the arca. A virtual tide of set-tlers, most of them Scotch-lrish now arrived to claim land that could now be sold to them properly by the colony. Soon after they arrived thcy fought thc French and Indian War to drive the Indians beyond the Alleghenies and make the land safe. But that is a Instory of a later date. Earlier arrivals, like the Niblocks, of-ten grew dissatisfied with the inadequate colonial land policy and worn-out lands they had to farm. In these earliest migration days of the forties, the days when William Niblock arrived, the pattem was to filter into Virginia or North Carolina, where good lands were available. The settlers built a new trail through the wilderness known as the Great Wagon Road. Starting at John Harris’ Fe, (now Harrisburg), the 435-mile road wandered south through Pennsylvania into western Maryland, south along the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia into North Carolina and emerged north of Winston-Sa-km. It was this road that the Niblocks, Boones and other early Scotch-lrish pioneers took into the new promised lands. Nang Niblack Baxter, who has often written about the Scotch Irish in America in her historical novels (The Movers, Lords of the Rivers, The Dream

The Oa, Family Chronic. Dioida4 has this to say about the somng out of “Scotch-Irish” and “sco,.. The Salth-lrishuvre the/argot Immigrant group the 18th.eentury–, v. tualflood In the 18405 17:impel/led temporarily rn Smaller nu: bed of immigrantsfrom Scotland were aho arrTing at this time, and the ytuo quickly… been assandatedmto the Scoich-ldsh coninnimly, to whom, of,:d theyseere dos4 related and whose rehgton the, .1 shared: The two grouPing s ahnost interebangrable,and men if {Wham Niblocad I not share th e exact ,oe,,,• of departureftr Ainerita as th o hhe bt m Amerda,.rt soon did not matter. , children martial among th Scott ra community, they were al I ofon,00: e of the Scotch-lrish h. certainly been evident • M ra&t,n,’ t charactir. h were known as a prickly, aggressive people Th’ey’ ‘wilderness scouts, Indian traders and fighters i to the unexplored hinterlands. and 1°”- hunt’ • •eers’innNorth Carolina entered a hunter’s paradise. Insh oa., poplrs, hickories and ash trees siicty stvanhe d-eareddesdee’r,re’ll:and squirrels so numerous they threatened crops. The Niblack family rifles would have been both their livelihoods and their protection. John Niblack (son of Tom, great-grandsohn of John H) in Redlands, California, has the original handsome rifle of is ancestor Ken-tucky John Niblack, son of William. No doubt William Niblack and his sons dressed as other Scotch Irish pio eers, wearing the “hunting shirt” which reached halfway down their thignhs and was belted at the waist. The hunting shirt was usually fringed, and it could be supplemented with a fringed cape or wool blanket for cold weather. Accounts of Scotch Irish pioneers in North Carolina show them enjoy-ing social life at reaping parties, log rolling, cabin raisings and weddings. Scotch Irish weddings were unique. The wedding party assembled at the home of the groom, father, then marched double file for safety along a nar-row. to the bride, home. A whiskey bottle would be hidden at the bride, home; twoyoung men would race for it. After the ceremony, the gues. would feast on roast pork, venison and bear paw. The weddi, cake was brought in separate layers by various guests: spice cake layers held together with applesauce: Dancing to the fiddle and sometimes bagpipes would beim, Mg. Thc bride and groom would be put to bed at 9 p.m., t ey wis e to or no the,. middle of the night to partake of the feast, whether h Slow*Iyh, dtho,h, the settlemen gr • thc log cabins. The Revolutionary’ Weawr .splirtictkheansdtastet7theohughlsetsherTlaoctecdh

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Irishmen were supportive of thc colonies and fought at the Battle of Cowpens to help free America from Great Britain. VVar records for the Niblack you, men have not been found, though records in thc National Archives show Rhoda Niblick, wifc of James Craig, was widowed during the war and ap-plied for a pension for herself and her four children. And, finally, as the earlier first-hand reports show, after their father’s death and in the midst of a seeming controversy over the estate, the Niblack sons scattered: to Georgia and thence to Florida and thc rest of the south, to Missouri, to Kentucky and to Indiana and—all points beyond. We can find their stories only in fragments after that. And yet, it will be fruitful to take the Kentucky John Niblack contingent along their hazardous trek across the mountains into the new promised land, because it is typical in most war of all the Niblack family in this second generation, starti, out as “Movers” to establish thc family in different set-tings and economic opportunites. Then we will attempt to see how the William group coped with the difficulities of the wilderness South in the late 1800s, and then moved over the cuckoo’s nest—to gl points beyond.

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Born to Be Happy, Through a Twist of Human Hard Wire

“I know, you’re bi-polar.”

“Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were.”

Born to Be Happy, Through a Twist of Human Hard Wire


In the course of the last year, the woman lost her husband to cancer and then her job. But she did not come to my office as a patient; she sought advice about her teenage son who was having trouble dealing with his father’s death.

Despite crushing loss and stress, she was not at all depressed – sad, yes, but still upbeat. I found myself stunned by her resilience. What accounted for her ability to weather such sorrow with buoyant optimism? So I asked her directly.

“All my life,” she recalled recently, “I’ve been happy for no good reason. It’s just my nature, I guess.”

But it was more than that. She was a happy extrovert, full of energy and enthusiasm who was indefatigably sociable. And she could get by with five or six hours of sleep each night.

Like this woman, a journalist I know realized when she was a teenager that she was different from others. “It’s actually kind of embarrassing to be so cheerful and happy all the time,” she said. “When I was in high school I read the Robert Browning poem `My Last Duchess.’ In it, the narrator said he killed his wife, the duchess, because, `she had a heart – how shall I say, too soon made glad?’ And I thought, uh-oh, that’s me.”

These two women were lucky to be born with a joyous temperament, which in its most extreme forms is called hyperthymia. Cheerful despite life’s misfortunes, energetic and productive, they are often the envy of all who know them because they don’t even have to work at it.

In a sense, they are the psychiatric mirror image of people who suffer from a chronic, often lifelong, mild depression called dysthymia, which affects about 3 percent of American adults. Always down, dysthymics experience little pleasure and battle through life with a dreary pessimism. Despite whatever fortune comes their way, they remain glum.

But hyperthymia certainly doesn’t look like an illness; there appears to be no disadvantage to being a euphoric extrovert, except, perhaps, for inspiring an occasional homicidal impulse from jealous friends or peers. But little is actually known about people with hyperthymia for the simple reason that they don’t see psychiatrists complaining that they are happy.

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Think You Got What It Takes? Leadership, “Madness,” and Empathic Power

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Think You Got What It Takes?

Leadership, “Madness,” and Empathic Power : Mockingbird

What makes the great ones?

Ask almost anyone anywhere, and you’ll get the same response: some form of personal exertion, “determination” or “perseverance” or “vision”.

Ask almost anyone, and you’ll receive a response rooted in the individual’s uncompromising leadership–they’ll speak of the necessary qualities which brought him/her to helm in a time when he/she was most needed.

Others might go so far as to say that this kind of leadership sits within us all, but is only activated when one realizes it, believes in oneself, and confidently makes the strides towards achievement.

This mythology speaks for presidents as much as social activists or stadium rockers. It is the “I will” and not the “Can I?” that brings one beyond one’s constraints…

be infectious.

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Ancestry, Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Culture

Angela Marie Niblick Baxley, as Spunky Gidget the Clown

In Memory of my grandfatherRoger Dale Niblick, Roscoe the Clown I became a clown. You seeI come from a family of clownsContinue reading

Ancestry, Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

Send in the Clowns. Roger Dale Niblick, 1928-2011

Listen to He Walks With Me (In The Garden) “Song for Grandpa” by Tina and Herbie Niblick

My grandpa, Roger Dale Niblick, was Roscoe the Clown in the style of Emmett Kelly, and had also stepped into Ronald McDonald’s clown shoes.

Niblick Family of Hessen Cassel, Fort Wayne, IndianaHe and my grandma Madonna conjured up fifteen kids to fill up an old large white house on Hessen Cassel in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like to go to school with the Niblick kids. My momma has a clue, rumor has it that it was not just one, but at least two of the Niblick boys that she’d dated.

You’ll note that there are just three girls, and twelve strapping handsome boys—my daddy is the long haired one, cross-legged, front and center, Matthew Raymund Morris Michael Niblick.

Roger Dale Niblick (1928-2011), as Roscoe the ClownIn 1983 when my daddy died, I remember my momma “getting sad” from a song on the television. It was Judy Collins on the Muppet Show, Send in the Clowns (video below).

Until now, it had never occurred to me whether or not any of her sadness came from the fact that his daddy was a clown,… and how it must feel for a parent to lose their child. Isn’t enough that she was just 21, widowed with two children, and pregnant with her third?

Sometimes life just isn’t fair.

I had wanted to talk to my Grandpa Niblick about his time in Nicaragua. A little bit after my grandma died a few years ago he up and moved to Nicaragua.

It wasn’t entirely shocking as my Aunt Tina had been in Barbados for what seems like forever. She, known in her work as Sister La’el, tells me, “he clowned for MANY years, even while in Nicaragua. During the service years he was also in Africa and Greenland.”

I think it’s only appropriate, twenty eight years later, to play Send in the Clowns.

This time, it’s for my grandpa, who was always the only clown that mattered in my life.


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