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EPISODE 478 “DIDN’T SLEEP — COULDN’T SLEEP… TGE “SEE” MOVIE AUCTION NOV. 17, 2021

EPISODE 478     “DIDN’T SLEEP—COULDN’T SLEEP  … “SEE” MOVIE SET … AUCTION  NOV. 17,  2021


alan skeoch
Nov. 2021

(Warning this story is self deprecating…does not make me look brilliant)




DIDN’T SLEEP—COULDN’T SLEEP

I did not sleep a wink the night after the November 18, 2021, Movie prop auction .  I am 83 years old, you’d think I would have learned
something in those years.  Nope.  Did not learn.  Must be a low I.Q. (i.e. intelligence Quotient).  What a mess I got into at the 403 Auction.
It took three large trucks, a dual axle trailer , one small van (mine) and five men too get me out of the mess.  Let me repeat…3 big trucks, 
1double axle trailer and a GMC van that was once a small bus. It’s 
true.  Even now almost a week later I get goose bumps thinking about that sunny cold morning I arrived at the storage yard to pick up
my purchases.  

Nothing small.  All purchases huge.  Impossible to lift.  But they had to be removed in between 7 a.m. and 3 p.m.  Or else!
It was the ‘or else’ that scared me the most.  Look at the smiling face below.  He is a very nice person.  Quite jolly really.
But the terms were clear.  I had to get my things out of the storage lot by 3 p.m. or pay $500 for any skid I did not load
By mischance I had many skid loads.   On my own I would be lucky to get 1 skid load off the site.   This could cost me thousands.


So I called my son Andrew.
“Andy, I have got myself in a bind…need big time rescue”
“What this time, Dad?”
“Let me put it this way…I will need 3 big trucks, 1 dual axle trailer and my GMC van”
“I get it..  Did you get the gantry at the 403 auction?”
“I did…and  a whole lot more.”



“No problem, dad.”
“Easy for you to say,”  …Andrew did not know the scale of my troubles.
Take a look at one of my purchases below.  And I bought two of these.
I doubted they could even fit in a bin on the hydraulic lift.


HOW DID I GET INTO THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Let me start by blaming J.R. Grassby.   He sent an email saying the 403 Auction of sets from the movie ’SEE’ might
have some things that would interest me.  And there were dozens of interesting things.  On Line bidding.   That meant I
would sit at my computer and push a Bid button on the evening of Nov. 17.  Easy to do.  Just push the button.    But I had 
to be fast…had to beat other bidders to get my bid in on the last second.   I was not ready for the speed closing.

The closing occurred almost before I could bid.   Thankfully the gantry was near the last and I was able to get it
for Andrew…but not cheap.





THE INVOICE

I had been successful in my bidding on a whole bunch of things.   Truckloads of things that you will see
shortly.  How did I end up with things i did not expect?  Simple really.  I put down ‘practice bids’ on things I thought would go higher.
So i could practice hitting the bid button not expecting victory.  The final invoice was clear:

lot 52 – WOOD HORSE WAGON


Lot 64  TWO MARKET CARTS



Lot 74   WOOD CART WITH LEATHER COVER

(NO SIGN OF THE LEATHER COVER…MY LOSS I SUPPOSE)

LOT 75   TWO OLD WOOD CARTS


LOT 76   TWO ICE CREAM CARTS



LOT  1011   TWO ROLLING TOOL CHESTS WITH STAND



LOT  1012   METAL GANTRY  20,000 LB. CAPACITY



LOADING AT 8 A.M.





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NOTE:  EARLIER VERSION GOT OUT BEFORE CORRECTED…WRONG PUPPIES (THEY BELONGED TO DAISY)

CORRECT PUPPIES ARE BELOW.  



On Sat, Nov 20, 2021 at 2:23 PM ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com> wrote:
EPISODE 476    WHY SHOULD ANYONE BE INTERESTED IN OTHER PEOPLE’S PETS?   TWO REASONS…TARANGA AND TARA


alan skeoch
Nov. 2021


Look closely….centre of the wintry scene is (was) our cat Taranga.  She was more like a dog than a cat because she loved
to follow us whenever she could … even in deep snow.  Why should you care about our pet cat? Many of you who read these episodes
probably do care because you have a cat or a dog…or a duck or kangaroo….or a guppy;  Most people have pets that they love.  Names?
Naming pets makes them very personal.  We named Taranga after a mountain in New Zealand where Marjorie, Andrew and I nearly got
swept out to sea on a fast incoming tide.  She was named after an adventure.




WE  have always had pets around our house.  As close as the breath we breathed. So it is with a lot
of people.  When the Mississauga Train disaster happened and the prospect of chlorine gas flowing
down upon us happened we loaded the car.  First in went  the pets, then the kids and I suppose later
the spare underwear.


Now here is a closeup picture of Taranga.  Like pin-up movie stars, Taranga knew she was pretty.   She also could climb trees….roll over…purr…and get attention
from people passing  by.   W do not know how or why she died. Andrew found her body down by Mary Fix Creek.

My brother and I had lots of cats as pets.  Marjorie had rabbits and dogs.
When we got married we were given a cat by Faye Nichols.  She named her “Presque Neige” because she was white with just
a dusting of gray on her head.   We kept the name even though we had re=naming rights.   “Presque Neige” was a rather loose
lady and got herself knocked up if I might use that crude but clear term.  When she reached term she knew things were not going
right and one night she got into bed with us…between us….and began the birthing process.  But the kittens
were  not coming out like water mellons in the summertime (poor image).  So “pressure” asked Marjorie to 
pull the first one out as it seemed to be stuck.  Marjorie became a midwife that night.

Years later, when we bought our home, we got our first dog.  “Tara” was name chosen… after the southern estate in Gone With the Wind. 
She was a great dong. A hunting dog who never got the chance to hunt.  She did not resent the fact that we do not worship
guns and settled right in.  There were times when the wind blew in sudden gusts that she picked up the smell of raccoons
and looped down the back field.  But she always came back almost immediately.  We got Tara when  Marjorie got pregnant by some strange process and as her stomach
expanded she got the notion that if we were going to have children we damn well better get a dog.  Did I say dog!  Slip of the tongue.
Marjorie located a coonhound stud..a couple of them really.  In one year Tara had a load of puppies..  I tried to feince in  the first litter by
building a wall around their corner of our lot.  It was a failure.  Coonhound pups climbed walls just like TAranga climbed apple trees.
Our pups were loved by our two boys.  There were so many little creatures on our lot that year that the Mississauga News sent out
a reporter and photographer.   Tara became famous for her 15 minutes…just like all of us.  

Next problem was finding homes for all these pups.   Marjorie put up a sign. “Coonhound pups need good homes”
The term ‘good home’ had a special meaning to Marjorie. A lot of men came around lured by the coonhounds.
Marjorie asked them a simple question …

”Do you hunt?”
“Yes…just love hunting season…would be even better with a coonhound”  
“Sorrry, no pups to hunters.”
“Why not?  Coonhounds are hunting dogs….hounds!”
“Never sure dogs will be cared for…we had an abandoned hound
arrive at the farm once…alone..no owner.    And another hound was
chained up most of the year near our farm.”

So all of Tara’s pups went to what Marjorie thought were good homes.
All except for one which we named Shadow.   We kept him.  Lovely dog who
was just too obedient and also prone to wander.  One day he wandered away 
following a scent.   Not far.  When called he turned and began to run back to us.
A car hit him…killed him. We were devastated as was his mother, Tara.




This is Tara.  She is taking a moment to think about something.  Perhaps to worry about her pups.




Tara is up the hill with her nose picking up information that none of us can detect.  Pete, mom and dad’s dog, is watching me
while everyone else if tinkering with my 1953 model of a W6 Internaionals.  Note the fine plowing job.









I think Marjorie is carrying Tara’s pup Shadow in this picture.   If he had lived we would have had lots of coonhounds.  I remember one

of the hunters asking if Tara had a good tongue.   Odd term.  Ar least I thought  the term odd until Tara smelled a raccoon.  Then she hollered

like a kid in an echo chamber…great whoops.





What is our coonhound thinking here at a campground somewhere in Canada?




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episode 476 WHY WOULD ANYONE BE INTERESTED ON OTHER PEOPLES PETS? TWO REASONS…TARANGA AND TARA

EPISODE 476    WHY SHOULD ANYONE BE INTERESTED IN OTHER PEOPLE’S PETS?   TWO REASONS…TARANGA AND TARA


alan skeoch
Nov. 2021


Look closely….centre of the wintry scene is (was) our cat Taranga.  She was more like a dog than a cat because she loved
to follow us whenever she could … even in deep snow.  Why should you care about our pet cat? Many of you who read these episodes
probably do care because you have a cat or a dog…or a duck or kangaroo….or a guppy;  Most people have pets that they love.  Names?
Naming pets makes them very personal.  We named Taranga after a mountain in New Zealand where Marjorie, Andrew and I nearly got
swept out to sea on a fast incoming tide.  She was named after an adventure.




WE  have always had pets around our house.  As close as the breath we breathed. So it is with a lot
of people.  When the Mississauga Train disaster happened and the prospect of chlorine gas flowing
down upon us happened we loaded the car.  First in went  the pets, then the kids and I suppose later
the spare underwear.


Now here is a closeup picture of Taranga.  Like pin-up movie stars, Taranga knew she was pretty.   She also could climb trees….roll over…purr…and get attention
from people passing  by.   W do not know how or why she died. Andrew found her body down by Mary Fix Creek.

My brother and I had lots of cats as pets.  Marjorie had rabbits and dogs.
When we got married we were given a cat by Faye Nichols.  She named her “Presque Neige” because she was white with just
a dusting of gray on her head.   We kept the name even though we had re=naming rights.   “Presque Neige” was a rather loose
lady and got herself knocked up if I might use that crude but clear term.  When she reached term she knew things were not going
right and one night she got into bed with us…between us….and began the birthing process.  But the kittens
were  not coming out like water mellons in the summertime (poor image).  So “pressure” asked Marjorie to 
pull the first one out as it seemed to be stuck.  Marjorie became a midwife that night.

Years later, when we bought our home, we got our first dog.  “Tara” was name chosen… after the southern estate in Gone With the Wind. 
She was a great dong. A hunting dog who never got the chance to hunt.  She did not resent the fact that we do not worship
guns and settled right in.  There were times when the wind blew in sudden gusts that she picked up the smell of raccoons
and looped down the back field.  But she always came back almost immediately.  We got Tara when  Marjorie got pregnant by some strange process and as her stomach
expanded she got the notion that if we were going to have children we damn well better get a dog.  Did I say dog!  Slip of the tongue.
Marjorie located a coonhound stud..a couple of them really.  In one year Tara had a load of puppies..  I tried to feince in  the first litter by
building a wall around their corner of our lot.  It was a failure.  Coonhound pups climbed walls just like TAranga climbed apple trees.
Our pups were loved by our two boys.  There were so many little creatures on our lot that year that the Mississauga News sent out
a reporter and photographer.   Tara became famous for her 15 minutes…just like all of us.  

Next problem was finding homes for all these pups.   Marjorie put up a sign. “Coonhound pups need good homes”
The term ‘good home’ had a special meaning to Marjorie. A lot of men came around lured by the coonhounds.
Marjorie asked them a simple question …

”Do you hunt?”
“Yes…just love hunting season…would be even better with a coonhound”  
“Sorrry, no pups to hunters.”
“Why not?  Coonhounds are hunting dogs….hounds!”
“Never sure dogs will be cared for…we had an abandoned hound
arrive at the farm once…alone..no owner.    And another hound was
chained up most of the year near our farm.”

So all of Tara’s pups went to what Marjorie thought were good homes.
All except for one which we named Shadow.   We kept him.  Lovely dog who
was just too obedient and also prone to wander.  One day he wandered away 
following a scent.  Not far.  When called he turned and began to run back to us.
A car hit him…killed him. We were devastated as was his mother, Tara.




This is Tara.  She is taking a moment to think about something.  Perhaps to worry about her pups.




Tara is up the hill with her nose picking up information that none of us can detect.  Pete, mom and dad’s dog, is watching me
while everyone else if tinkering with my 1953 model of a W6 Internaionals.  Note the fine plowing job.











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EPISODE 475 WHAT WAS WANTED FOR A MOVIE ABOUT VAMPIRES

EPISODE 475    WHAT WAS WANTED FOR A MOVIE ABOUT VAMPIRES?


alan skeoch
Nov. 2021

“Pull down your mask, J.R….just for this photo.”


“How about some hanging plants like field corn, wheat in bundles, dried cabbages?”
“Sorry, Alam, vampires do not eat field corn but I like those old gourds.  The light people
can make them look spooky…but vampires do not eat gourds.”
“What do they eat?”
“We need spooky things…and you have many …”
“But, J.R. what do vampires eat?””
“Let’s not spoil this beautiful day…drop the subject.”
“Yuck…I just remembered what vampires eat…yuck!

“My job is to makethe movie set spooky…the filming will happen at dusk in a barn…we need shadowy stuff.”




I  forgot to show JR the hanging tobacco….but “vampires don’t smoke”


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EPISODE 467 IRISH STORIES AGAIN: THE COW IN THE ADIT AND MEMORY OF JOHN FLEMING AND BARNEY DWAN

EPISODE467    IRISH STORIES…THE COW IN THE ADIT…AND MEMORIES OF JOHN FLEMING AND ANDY DWAN


alan skeoch
oct. 2021


RUMOUURS…FOLK TALES….WERE OFTEN BASED ON FACT AS WE PROVED

JUST found a picture I took of the Mystery Adit we excavated in Bunmahon in 1960,
I have told the story earlier but must tell it again if only for Aden Coffey.  The location of this excavation was
north of the main mine shaft, near the home of Rina Casey I believe.

While doing the surface geophysical survey with the Turam we picked up a strong
anomaly some distance inland from Knockmahon.  By pure chance a story was told by
one of our employees about a local farmer who, around 1900, had lost a cow in an adit that he closed with
 landfill surmounted that was now covered by a patch of Gorse.

“The old adit is right under your anomaly.”  said Barney Dwan as he told the story of the lost cow.
“Maybe we could open the adit and see if what we found with the Turam.” I retold the story to Dr. Stam.
“Good idea.  Let’s hire a man to see if the adit even exists.  Won’t cost much…just give
him a pick, shovel, axe and wheelbarrow.”
“Barney, can we pin point the exact location of the adit?”
“The story had been told over and over…I think the adit is under that patch of
gorse in the little valley below us. (I think the Irish term was ‘boreen’ meaning “little valley’/

So we set the man at work. All alone.  After a couple of days digging
his pick or shovel penetrated the old adit which had been filled with
water over the decades. Water under pressure.  Once opened, the water blasted
out in a gush.  That happened So suddenly that the excavator had to run or be engulfed.  Some said
he was terrified.  We had discounted the story…did not expect to succeed.  But the story was true, an
adit was there.   What about the cow?
So much  water escaped that we had to wait a day or so before entering
the place.

Guess what we found?

Right…there was the skeleton of the cow about a hundred feet from the entrance. Maybe her
hips got stuck in the narrow passage.  A  terrible death.  Or maybe her body had been hauled into
the adit already dead.  A grave. 

What really attracted geologist John Hogan and geophysicist Dr. John Stam were the
stains on the walls.  




Ireland made such a deep and lasting impression on me that my 3 months there seem like
only yesterday…but the adventure happened in 1960…61 years ago.   And there seems
to be no end to the memories  which I believe have universal appeal.  Hope so anyway.





You have met Barney Dwan before.  He was my main man.  Always had a grin on his face and told
me stories that were sometimes true and sometimes outlandish.  we had a great time together.
I wish I could have paid him more money…a pound a day was cheap…but I tried to spread
the money over as many men as I could.   All had roles that were necessary.


Bones and bodies of dead animals were often found…especially at bottom of cliff faces.




In places the adit walls were shored with old timbers … crooked timbers.

 
And there she is..the cow…




These stains had meaning to John Hogan.  I had no idea what they were except proof of mineralization.


This patch is proof of the presence of copper.


SHORT NOTE ABOUT ONE MAN IN PARTICULAR

I Think his name was John Fleming.  His name came to me last night.  Seems my brain was going in to overdrive to find the name.
He is the older man with hands on his hips while posing on a very narrow bridge
across the Mahon River.   John was much older than others and regarded as a leader.  A very dignified and friendly
man who kept out staking crew going even when the weather was terrible.  As a matter of fact he even tried to continue
staking after nightfall in a storm.   Working by compass and flashlight was impossible but somehow John kept the line
straight.  

His home was on a small plot of  land where he grew a big garden and was able to keep a few animals…one of which
was a horse as I remember.  Every square inch of his 1 acre (!) lot was in use.  I think he had both children and grand children
…seem to remember that but it was a long time ago.  I do know that all the men respected John and asked advice of him.


Barney is carrying John Fleming on his back as we criss crossed the Mahon River.

This was our trenching crew who dug down to bed rock once I detected a conductor with
the Turam.  We called these high readings ‘anomalies’ because we had no firm idea why
the readings blipped.   


Pigs were very curious.  They could also be dangerous…especially the boars.


The job of trenching was dangerous the deeper the trench got as seen here.  If the soil loosened and collapsed how would this
man escape?  Thankfully, WE had no accidents.  Today there would be safety rules such as shoring of the walls.


Our job attracted widespread interest. The Waterford newspaper even sent a reporter and photographer to do an interview
which appeared on the front page.  I have tried to get a copy…seems to be available but have hand no response.
(Note to Aden Coffey: perhaps you can get a reprint from the Waterford newspaper. It is available)


“Do you need help?” asked this sow
“Sure…keep digging.”
“Grunt…grunt…grunt.”
“Is there any truth to the story I was told by Barney about your friends?”
“What story?”
“Barney says a nun disappeared while taking a short cut through your field.  All
that was found of her was a shoe with her foot in it.  Could that be true?”
“Just watch your step, Alan, truth is sometimes stretched a bit but you never 
can tell.”
“Grunt…grunt…grunt.”
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EPISODE 474 OUR FIRST POST PANDEMIC FARM SALE.. NOV. 13, 2021 sale for late John Smith

EPISODE 474     OUR FIRST POST PANDEMIC FARM SALE, Nov. 14,2021 (sale for late John Smith)


alan skeoch
Nov. 15, 2021




Winter weather on  the way but today was crisp and brilliant as Andrew and I 
motored north to our first post pandemic farm sale.

“Live auction sale for the estate of the late john Smith. Emergency #938198 Dufferin County road 18…Airport Road north of  Terra Nova”
Bob Severn,auctioneer”

“Mom didn’t want to come, Dad?”
“No….And I have an idea for her Christmas present this year.”
“What?”
“Wait and see.”


“Well, Dad, what interests you now we got here?””
“I think  the David Brown tractor…British made..not many around.””
“Don’t see it here”
“Must be out behind the barn.”


“Can’t go there right now…Bob Severn is getting revved up.”


“Let’s take a look in the stable…”
“Old style…wood stanchions and looks like this
was a small mixed animal operation….chickens, pigs and a couple of cows.”




“And sure as god made little green apples, here is the David Brown tractor.”
“Seems to need some work.””
“Keep a list…start with a pair of big back tires and smaller front tires…then maybe
a new engine.”
“One thing not needed….guess what that is?”
“This David Brown tractor does not need a new paint job.”
“Great paint!”


“Andrew, let’s get it.””
“Are you nuts, Dad?”
“You already know the answer to that.”


“What did you buy, Andrew?””
“This welding table and two heavy jacks…paint brushes, nails, blow torch…I bought a complete corner
of the workshop….more than we can load.”
“What about the David Brown tractor.?
“Sorry, dad, no space on the truck.”
“Now, that is a real shame…I was considering the tractor as my Christmas present
to Marjorie.”
“Didn’t you give mom a International Tractor for her birthday a few years ago?”
“I did…ran well for couple of years.”
“And this year you gave her a John Deere riding mower.”
“I did.   She will not let me drive it.  Says I will just put it through the weeds in search
of rocks and lumps of hidden cast iron.”
“Let’s hit the road…”


“This is John Smith’s sister, Joan, and family friend.  She was one of the smartest persons at the auction”
“Why?”
“There were more than 100 people at the auction…I only saw three Covid masks.  Joan wore one of them.”
“let’s hope this virus madness will end soon.”
“There are still some clouds on the horizon, Andrew.”

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EPISODE 472 THIS IS OLD DICK, GRANDDAD FREEMAN’S LAST HORSE

EPISODE 472    THIS IS OLD DICK, GRANDDAD FREEMAN’S LAST HORSE


alan skeoch
Nov. 2021



OLD DICK….REMEMBERED

“WHAT IS THAT horse skull doing up on the cross beam in the dining room?”
“That is granddad’s last horse.”
“Sick thing to do”
“Not really because I attach the skull to a touching story.”



THOSE WINTER EVENINGS ARE UNFORGETTABLE

“My brother Eric and I heard the story on a winter night when
we were all huddled around the wood stove while the night wind
howled and snow filtered through The window gaps.  We heard lots
of stories that way but the  tale of old Dick was so touching…so unforgettable…so revealing….”
“So what?”
“So, when spring came,  Eric and I walked though the bush to the burying ground and found Old Dick.”
“Your grandparents allowed you to put that skull up there?”
“No, that was my idea long after grandma and grandpa were gone…we gutted the old farm house….renovated
the place complete  with exposed hand hewn beams….which seemed a good place to put Old Dick as a reminder
of that winter story.”



WHAT STORY?   

This is the way I would like to tell the story.  The bare bones are true…the flesh of the story is mine.

“AS the Freemans got older, they reduced the farm livestock until the only living creature in the barn
was Old Dick.  He wasn’t used anymore but he was kept around because they loved him.  Or, at least,
I assumed that was the case.

Then Old Dick reached some kind of crisis where he could no longer function properly…perhaps he went lame,
or his teeth failed, …whatever.  Granddad had  to face a tough decision… he had to take action.  Miserable time.
Edward Freeman called up Angus Mcechern, a close neighbour and  they both walked Old Dick east to the
very back field…the burying ground. Angus led Old Dick by his halter.  Granddad carried the gun.  When they
got to the place granddad asked the dreaded question.  “Where should I shoot him, Angus?”   And Angus
pointed to a place somewhere on the skull.  Angus used his finger …”right here”

At the very moment granddad fired the gun.  Angus’s finger was still in place.
“Why did you do that..you could have blown my finger off.”

And granddad looked at Angus and said,  “If I didn’t fire then, I would not be able to fire at all.”

“You see my point?  You see why Old Dick is up there on the beam?”
“No, I don’t really understand.”
“Think about it…think long and hard…think about the old times when horses were an integral part of farm life…think
about the tough decisions that had to be made…think about Old Dick…and think what granddad Freemn meant
when he said ‘if I did not pull the  trigger then, I am not sure I would ever be able to do so.’

Empathy is necessary to understand.  You either have it or you don’t have it.  Empathy.


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EPISODE 471 “ICE IN THE BUCKET, ALAN, …YOU WILL NEED HELP.” “THEN J.R. ARRIVED” (CARTS) NOV.5,2021

EPISODE 471   “ICE IN THE BUCKET, ALAN….YOU WILL NEED HELP.” “THEN J. R.. ARRIVED”


alan skeoch
Nove. 5, 2021




“There is ice in the bucket, Alan.”
“So what.”

“Alan, this could be a bad day.”
“Why?”
“Sky is threatening…look at the cloud bank sweeping in like a tidal wave.”
“Seems a little dramatic.”
“How are WE ever going to get 4 Hawker’s carts from the barn to the road all by ourselves.”
“Tough job but ….”
“You need help.”

And then J.R. Grassby arrived…and the day turned out to be glorious.

(WHO IS J.R. GRASSBY?  ANSWER COMING BUT FIRST LOOK AT THE CLOUD…SINISTER)


“Sinister looking, Marjorie…like the end of the world was coming.”


WHO IS J.R. GRASSBY?  …THE ANSWER IS COMING.”

“Alan, just how are you going to get those carts to the road for the movie.  By the way what is
the name of the move?”
“Movie making is a secretive business Marjorie…they never tell me much.”


WHO IS J. R. GRASSBY?

“J.R. What are you doing here?  Your truck and loaders won’t get here until noon?”
“I came to give you a hand…I know you and Marjorie would have to get the carts to
the road alone.  …Thought you could use another pair of hands.”
“Great… And so we began moving the Hawker’s carts from the field and barn to 
the road.  Actually J.R. did most of the work while I took pictures and Marjorie got
tea and croissants ready.

J. R. GRASSBY IS A SET DRESSER…A SET BUYER…A SET DESIGNER.  VERY CREATIVE PERSON WITH
IMAGINATION.  J.R. ALONG WITH A HOST
OF PEOPLE HAVE TO MAKE A MOVIE BELIEVABLE.  THEY BUILD WHATEVER IS NECESSARY.
IN THIS CASE THEY NEED THINGS THAT ARE FRIGHTENING…NO, I CANNOT TELL YOU  THE FILM
TITLE.  I DO NOT KNOW IT MYSELF.  (we are at the rock bottom of the film industry)






  SO J.R. HELPED GET THE CARTS TO THE ROAD.

“Did you say helped Alan?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“I pushed a bit…and took pictures…”
“As usual.”
“Someone has to document this secretive business.”
“Do you think anyone ever reads your episodes?
“I hope so…this is Episode 471.  Means we have done 471 stories since the Pandemic began.”
“Why do it…why do the stories?””
“I have no answer that makes sense…except taking pictures is an excuse from pushing this cart.”
“I see your gloves are going for a ride.”
“Very perceptive…



“What kind of movie is it?””
“Horror movie…most things happen at night in a nearly dark decrepit market…that’s where the
carts come in…they will be “dressed” to look sinister.”  said J. R.


“You want a sinister look, how about a few skulls?”
“Possibly…but I like all those hanging plants best…dried, dead and hanging.”
“Anything else?”
“We’ll send a truck next week for a load….15 sacks with fake filling, maybe a barrel or two…lots of stuff. I already have around ten coffins.”
“Coffins?”
“Not a joyful movie, Alan…Dark, dark, dark”


“Nothing very dark in the house…unless a stuffed porcupine or spotted hobby horse makes the grade.”


“How about the boys up there on  the beam?
“Sorry.”


“Sorry, J.R. but ur Elephant Ear is not going with you.  It took us an hour or two to get it in here before
the frost hit.   It will spend the winter at the window.”


“Too bad Woody, the dog, is such a friendly animal…we need a dog who snarls and shows his teeth.”


“The truck arrived…and the carts were loaded in about 20 minutes and then the whole
entourage was gone.


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EPISODE 470     SPREAD THE WORD….A SRANGE VISITOR TO THE UNITED NATIONS

alan skeoch
november 2021
(thanks to Thom Norris…and whoever created this warning)

Once again Thom Norris has sent a video that is startling.  Last time is was a
s steam tractor pulling 44 plows across the prairie.  This time you will be frozen
to your seat as a strange visitor arrives.



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