#25 February 1836

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Samuel Colt was granted a United States patent for the Colt revolver on February 25, 1836.

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On Saturday, May 1, 1920, the Brooklyn Dodgers and the Boston Braves played to a 1–1 tie in 26 innings, the most innings ever played in a single game in the history of Major League Baseball. Both Leon Cadore of Brooklyn and Joe Oeschger of Boston pitched complete games, and with 26 innings pitched, jointly hold the record for the longest pitching appearance in MLB history.

Clarence 13X, also known as Allah the Father (born Clarence Edward Smith) (February 22, 1928 – June 13, 1969), was an American religious leader and the founder of the Five-Percent Nation, sometimes referred to as the Nation of Gods and Earths.

Henry Edwards (27 August 1827 – 9 June 1891) was an English stage actor, writer and entomologist who gained fame in Australia, San Francisco and New York City for his theatre work.

The law school of Berytus (also known as the law school of Beirut) was a center for the study of Roman law in classical antiquity located in Berytus (modern-day Beirut, Lebanon). It flourished under the patronage of the Roman emperors and functioned as the Roman Empire's preeminent center of jurisprudence until its destruction in AD 551.

Minnie Pwerle (also Minnie Purla or Minnie Motorcar Apwerl; born between 1910 and 1922 – 18 March 2006) was an Australian Aboriginal artist. Minnie began painting in 2000 at about the age of 80, and her pictures soon became popular and sought-after works of contemporary Indigenous Australian art.

Ove Jørgensen (Danish pronunciation: [ˈoːvə ˈjœˀnsən]; 5 September 1877 – 31 October 1950) was a Danish scholar of classics, literature and ballet. He formulated Jørgensen's law, which describes the narrative conventions used in Homeric poetry when relating the actions of the gods.

Legends featuring pig-faced women originated roughly simultaneously in The Netherlands, England and France in the late 1630s. The stories tell of a wealthy woman whose body is of normal human appearance, but whose face is that of a pig.

The Private Case is a collection of erotica and pornography held initially by the British Museum and then, from 1973, by the British Library. The collection began between 1836 and 1870 and grew from the receipt of books from legal deposit, from the acquisition of bequests and, in some cases, from requests made to the police following their seizures of obscene material.

Qalaherriaq (Inuktun pronunciation: [qalahəχːiɑq], c. 1834 – June 14, 1856), baptized as Erasmus Augustine Kallihirua, was an Inughuit hunter from Cape York, Greenland. He was recruited in 1850 as an interpreter by the crew of the British survey barque HMS Assistance during the search for John Franklin's lost Arctic expedition.

Sophie Blanchard (French pronunciation: [sɔfi blɑ̃ʃaʁ]; 25 March 1778 – 6 July 1819), commonly referred to as Madame Blanchard, was a French aeronaut and the wife of ballooning pioneer Jean-Pierre Blanchard. Blanchard was the first woman to work as a professional balloonist, and after her husband's death she continued ballooning, making more than 60 ascents.

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Pauline Clémentine Marie Walburga, Princess of Metternich-Winneburg zu Beilstein (née Countess Pauline Sándor de Szlavnicza; 25 February 1836 – 28 September 1921) was an Austrian socialite, mainly active in Vienna and Paris. Known for her great charm and elegance as well as for her social commitment, she was an important promoter of the work of the German composer Richard Wagner and the Czech composer Bedřich Smetana. She was also instrumental to the creation of the haute couture industry.

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Samuel Colt patented the Colt revolver on February 25, 1836. God made man, but Samuel Colt made them equal.

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Between The Lines, Episode 7 PART 2 of: “So help you god…you're set free”

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Jumpscares.

“Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” KJV- Mathew 25:37-40

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That Night plays:

“These are all names and dates, think it’s a list of some kind?” Miasma said, almost rhetorically though with the uncanny feeling he had, it didn't take Jim long to take a wary breath, “I’ve seen things like that. Old family bibles in the day was how they kept genealogy. When people were born, when they died.” the cloud behind his eyes thinned and it only appeared that the powers within were vague at best. The thrum of the threads connected to the preacher man dulled, like miniscule strands of “touch nothing” silkworms… Jim’s face hardened. There was a change in the air. While miasma seemed more shaken now, Jim felt something almost familiar touch his mind. A feather-light breath that made his breathing more shallow. 

Perhaps it was seeing the bible laid out like he had seen others before, the familiarity a comfort, or perhaps it was something  else entirely… something pretending to b e safe, and eagerly waiting to come forward like a confession of a madman, a wagging tongue whos voice tells not lies, but the horrible truths of man’s behavior to deconstruct themselves, and yet preserve the carnage in time…

“I’ve seen that before too but not like this… all these names have single dates, and the last names don’t match one another.. Doesn’t genealogy in that time usually utilize family bibles?” Miasma asked, holding the book towards Jim.

“Hm…that is odd.” Jim muttered, leaning in to look at the Bible in Miasma’s hands. “I see it. All from December to February… 20 names” Jim said, counting the lines of writing. The ink had long been dried but in the strange gathered darkness around them, he could have sworn the ink was still, *wet*.

Miasma swallowed, chuffing the air a moment before he read the first name. 

“Jeremy Bridger, 7 December 1835…Diego Rivera, 12 December…”

The air was heavier, every name seeming to bear down on them as if figures were just out of sight in the darkened peripheral view of the pairs of eyes reading the list in the room. 

“I don’t know that these people are haunting that stone. But there is something strange about it. 

December 16…Armand Avalo

December 21…Mathias Jones

December 26…”Andrew Washington” “A day after Christmas…as if…”

January 1st…Ezekiel Smith “The bad luck of someone to have died on New year’s day, the year 1836”

January 6… Thomas Spencer, “and another on Epiphany, something…something…”

January 12…Peter Shaw ”Half a dozen on the twelfth, and look, another multiple of three”

January 15… Edward Greene

January 18…Joseph Oswald

Then January 21…Ethan Clearwater, ”three days apart, twice, three dead yet again.”

January 23…Samuel Owens, “and then a 6 once more”, “and so close together” 

January 27…Peter Halloway

January31… Cornelius Lovett

March 3…”Morgan Webster and Jesse Burkhalter. “

[Approaching the House Plays: musical jumpscare warning, 

perhaps turn down the headphones]

Jim moved to take the book, Miasma handing it to him carefully, when a creak behind the pair made them whirl to see the door slamming shut behind them with a bang, plunging the room into the dim light of something darker, the clawing sounds all around them and banging on the walls bade the boards shift and shake. Jim jumped and held onto Miasmas arm, Miasma turning his head, his eye straining, darting around him around him. Then from ahead of them they heard what sounded like heavy boots rushing at them head on, and though they gasped and spun round, nothing was staring back. As the windows rattled and the smell of smoke permeated the air, though it grew impossibly colder.

Jim clutched at the bible, his voice tense, praying aloud in fear

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”

Bang, Bang, BANG!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

The walls trembled and an acrid smell, like death and hate flared in their nostrils

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Pounding all around! Scratching sounds all around them like animals, no, like people, clawing at the floorboards, vibrating like teeth grinding screeches, shuddering under their knees

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: 

BANG BANG, CRASH

A window shattered. Then another. object were flying around, gunsmoke and flashes blinded the vision of the space

thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Ice frosted around them, making their lungs burn and their eyes clench shut, death invading their mouths, a sickeningly sweet taste like maggot spoiled fruit

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: 

The desk flew across the room, skidding across the floorboards, catching on a lift and flipping over

CRASH

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Hellish wailing and crying surrounded them as the cacophony reached its pinnacle 

Miasma felt the voices rage in his head, kneeling he clutched at his horns his screams mirroring the agony around them as the stampede of feet seemed to rush from every direction, bearing down on them!

 “Miasma!” Jim called out, dropping beside him, throwing his arms over him, barely able to hear his own voice above the hellish brigade surrounding them,

“Fight it, Fight it!” Miasma Shook as the foul smell of rotten flesh rose from the floorboards around them, and from the corner a rattling splinter blasted from the ground, a rotten hand clawing from the infernal green fire below, glowing through the cracks in the boards below.

“Stop! Make it Stop! Please God, make it stop!” Miasma screeched his head feeling like it would explode like a rotted watermelon, spewing. Jim’s eyes widened as the bloated corpse rose from hell itself it seemed, its eyes cold and dead, a murderous glare in its face, followed by two more skeletal figures. 

The Door slammed over and over like a hurricane on a screen. Blasting up from the cold hearth two more skeletons groaned and crawled towards them, the bone jangles rattling like that of infected breath, the unmistakable sweet putrescence of something beyond what evil could be.

“Miasma fight it, please!” Jim panted, feeling the bone chilling clasp of bony fingers wrapping around his ankle!

Jim kicked the severed hand away, the figures still shambling toward them, with no mistake that they wanted the living that had invaded their prison of malice and content, dead as doornails.

If it bleeds it can be killed, but what would one make of the threat looming, death literally all around them, closing in, the walls spattering black blood at their faces.

Jim knew, it was the end. Surely… Jim looked at Miasma, whos eye met his pleading in fear and absolute wretchedness, the torture of brokeness and the sins of Judas  like blood on his hands. Jim felt tears well in his eyes. He dropped the bible between them and pulled Miasma closer, wrapping his  hand around the cold metal of the crucifix hanging on Miasma’s neck.

*Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.*

The figures were closing in

*Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.*

The room shook and the desk rattled, the door slamming and the wailing around them rising like a chorus

Jim’s eyes pleaded. Miasma looked back and shivered, as he too realized, this was the end. 

*Give us this day our daily bread.*

They both said together. Miasma’s hand wrapping around Jim's, claws digging deep, drawing blood that Jim didn’t feel as he pressed his forehead into Miasma’s

*And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.*

Hands Grabbed them, blood soaked them, splinters pierced them

* And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: *

They said, clutching the cross, holding each other, bracing for the ultimate, for The End

*For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever.  Amen.*

And suddenly it was quiet…

the only sound, the panting between them…

Miasma trembled, afraid to open his eyes.

[Go Tomorrow plays:] 

Jim Looked down, the bible between them, flecked with the blood from his hand. And then around him. The broken windows were miraculously, whole. 

The floorboards as they had been left near 200 years before no hellfire in sight. 

The figures as if they never were. 

The door, still open as they had left it, the impossibly cold air still blowing gently through it.. 

Like nothing had happened except…the desk remained on its side across from them, the glasses on it on the floor, cracked. 

A strange light from the window cast over the fractured lenses, a hole in the center of one, like an eye forever looking beyond into that valley of death. The glasses suddenly with a soft skip, flew towards them, upending on the same lift in the floorboard the desk had tripped on.

Jim squeezed Miasma’s hand. 

Miasma let go, gasping at the damage his claws had done, he wanted to apologize profusely but before he could, Jim had crawled towards the glasses. Following the gaze of its broken eye, to that floorboard. With a grunt he pulled at it. “Help me” He whispered. Miasma started, and crawled forward quickly, and together they lifted the plank. Beneath it. A red leather-bound book. Untouched by time, though it smelled like kerosene.

Jim gingerly lifted the book, and opened it. “A Diary?” he said curiously.

Miasma backed away, still horrified at the events and the hurt he had caused as he watched the blood trickle down Jim's arm, though Jim didn’t notice. He panted and grabbed the bible from the floor, holding it to his chest like a lifeline, trembling.

Jim knelt on the ground and opened to a page, the milky white cloud in his eyes thin, yet, still there.

Inside was a photograph. Old and yellowed with time. Jim held  it out for Miasma to take. A little braver now that the bible was in his arms, Miasma reached gingerly for the piece, his claws gently this time.

“There's thirty people in this photo…why only fifteen names?” Miasma said, opening the bible to the page with names and dates. The ink looked wet and he looked at the photograph, trying to guess what name belonged to what face? The older man? The young boy, barely 15 he would say, even what looked like a leader, his first and second, a physician… and a priest…

the names in the bible making him wonder the mystery. Jim pulled the diary open from the beginning skimming the pages for something.. Something familiar he had seen when he had examined the bible…

Take Her Down plays:

* “Collin Fortworth was a boy too young to be on this trip, it's nothing I've seen to allow a boy, not even twelve, to accompany a band of rugged men like we. but providence placed him in our laps and in our company. A runaway from a mother and father who could be dead for all we knew, the boy was so slight of frame he coulda been used as a hat rack…I had him doing some wood chop. Damn snake didn’t even rattle his direction… The hand swole the size of a lemon and Dr. Anderson didn’t say much other than to get Father Vanhassel to the bunks. Poor lad passed at 11:30 that night. Had I not sent him on something else. Of course there would be snakes cooling in the wood piles. Fucking June. I could have brought him with me back to the fort but my pride wouldn't let a boy that age on my horse. I thought him a young man now. Strapping, earning his keep like decent folk should. Time for him to ride his own damned horse. Well, all I can say is, sorry kid. I shoulda just let you climb on.”*

Jim looked up at Miasma who tilted his head. The young boy on the side, a serious face despite his youthful features. “Poison at the Wood Pile” Miasma said, as if naming the title of a tale. And it seemed that way as Jim looked farther through, flipping a few pages, 

*“Benjamin Smith was a mean, damned, drunk and has been sent to the stockade on more than one occasion for his ill affected manners. He damn well knows, and he leant over that side-rail yonder… and under the logs he goes… floating down that river.  It had been two days, maybe more, who knows how water distorts the features, when eh was found. My what the nipping of fish and birds had done, little pieces plucked away, as if shy, and wont be missed. He was lucky those were all that got to him, else he wouldn't have a Christian burial. Imagine the missing limbs thrown around by the wild animals of the hunting variety. Hunter or not, the end was the same really. Someone lived. And someone died. It just so happened the man had accidentally crushed himself tween the  logs and the river. Well, adios Benny boy, you always were a shit worker.”*

Jim blinked, almost shocked. Miasma covered his mouth, clearly seeing the face of a man, who wasn't even looking at the camera, eyes off to the side looking somewhere else, leaning slightly out of frame. Yes. a drunk man…

“Drinking on the job, for work like they were doin’, Christ that is so dangerous.” Jim said, shaking his head. His own experience with addiction differed, but it was enough in common that he could almost imagine himself, high as a kite somewhere, falling to some death. It could have been him…and it made him change the page all the faster.

*“Bryan Taylor, Isaac Allen…black measles…the strongest of men, though what they did on watch, when they were assigned the vantage point together, alone… It wasn’t coyotes, wolves, birds, or anything else having a high falooting fuck up on the ridge. Of course it does seem fitting, they died the same day. I’ve never known two men to be closer, more brave. And hard working. Putting them together is like putting the apple in apple pie. It just fits. They just fit. Was no business of any man or mine, I was heartbroken to see those good men go softly into the night.”*

Jim furrowed his brow. 

Miasma glanced at Jim before looking away, a blush in his cheeks. 

He looked at the photograph. 

Two men noticeably similar in the style of their hats, a bit jauntily set for a photo, despite everyone appearing worn and weathered as if they just came from the job for the company photo. And yet, the two men had distinguished themselves in appearance. And in the photo, one had an arm around the other's shoulder, leaning inward. And the other man’s hand sneaked around his lover’s waist. It could have been a speck on the photo but Miasma knew… and he felt his heart twinge, seeing the lives of such fine people, brought to an end too soon. It wasn’t fair was it…

And he couldn't help but then feel the guilt and shame…for what he had done to the Emeritus brothers. How unfairly they had been cast to the ground. Dethroned. Even beheaded…

He clutched the crucifix at his neck tighter, as if the pain of the metal digging into his palm  would punish him, an outward penance of paying for his deeds. 

Jim skimmed a long time through the pages, looking for names or dates correlating to the bible Miasma let fall from his lap.

I Want to Wake up So Badly plays:

Jim tilted his head, 

*“Hans Olsen… shot once…quick and easy. Easier than he woulda had it had we left him to suffer. It was right. Even though he wasn't’; being weak in the head, delirium setting in. I've seen this suffering on an old blue tick I had as a boy, varmit it chased and bit his face and it took too long for that miserable dog to die. I vowed I'd never let no creature suffer such a fate. I never would let any man suffer it. Not even my enemies. Hell is enough. Hell on earth, well, ain’t no need for it when the reaper comes rapping on your door. Lord have mercy on me. It was the right thing to do. By God and country.”*

Jim shook his head. He knew rabies as one of the evilest things to come from pain and disease for something so simple. He had never seen it himself. But Miasma had. He had been the one always picked to put the animals down. At first it felt wrong. Eventually it felt normal,  and tender is the flesh of creatures so simple…..like humans… 

The itch between his horns made him twitch and feel a shiver pulse through him…

It was, even as a mercy killing, murder. Could a Merciful God really be content to sit back and watch his supposed children slaughter one another and his creations… Some God…

Jim continued some pages down, 

*“Marshall Wright… antlers to the belly, gored onto a tree.  He shot the buck though. He got to have a taste of it before he died. One of the boys went to get the preacher. Thomas Spencer had been hunting with him. As he bled slowly from his belly wounds, Thomas, sure as fire, cooked up a piece of that venison  and fed it to his fellow friend before he eventually gave up the ghost… all too soon… and all too late the companion arrived with Father Vanhassel. Thomas was never the same after that. And he insisted he go hunting alone after that. He pulled the barrel of his gun on the next poor soul who tried to come along. Something happened or at least, something shoulda happened, out there in those woods. Even I had to come just to get him to get up from that red snow… it was like the angels were crying, their snowflakes almost stinging. I sent men to retrieve the body and the carcass… Funny how both dead things could be equal in death. Hunter is no hunter when he's not hunting, because he’s dead. And well, A buck is just venison after all. And food is food. Death makes equals of us all.”*

“Jesus that’s Morbid” Jim huffed. Miasma tilted his head, tail flicking, “Depending on the food chain, anything dead is up for grabs isnt it… to the scavengers, I mean... But even hunting creatures prey on the dead. It’s just the natural order of things isn’t it…” 

Jim looked at Miasma warily who was examining the photo to wonder what man had died sot terribly as to be gored to death by the very animal he was probably hunting. And his hunting companion seemed to feel guilty. Did he fall asleep? Did he miss his shot? Did he even pull the trigger?...

Jim kept reading, all the while feeling the creepy energy oozing from Miasma now, his hand still clutching that crucifix, the blood diamond in it a reminder of why they were here… Jim re-imagined that horrifying scene from his dreams… and how Miasma seemed to be parroting the words in this book in a way that was twisted and at the very least, seriously sinful. Consuming human flesh, god that was different from drinking blood as a vampire. To consume actual flesh. Digest it. And defecate. “Saints above” Jim shivered.

[The End plays:]

“December 2nd, Saints above”,

the diary read,

“Why now does God take what little comforts we have…Father Evight Vanhassel has joined the holy choir. I swear you can still hear his voice running across these dark mountains. As if a hymn to the lord. But why does it sound like an omen, a harbinger of death.. The death of one good man can become the death of the world. Hell, Jesus Christ was such a man. How many used his name for ill and got their gains. Father Evight was a man of caliber that was so wholly unselfish. He would have made a wonderful father. But as god gave his only begotten, it seemed we had unwittingly sacrificed the purest lamb of this wretched flock. The cold brings the cold hearts of man to live  like revenants above the earth, clutching  their robes, like blankets against the chill. God…it’s so cold…You know, the same world in which death waits in the shadows, so too is that fear. Father Evight had taken his last watch. But by morning, he was stiff, and cold. Indistinguishable from the snow that had piled around him. He met the Lord on virgin snow. For his sake, I hope his passing was as they say it is when one expires from exposure to the frosts like this. Like falling asleep, and feeling warm at last. I pray that was the manner of his passing. As his watch was third, the witching hour or the hour that god hears, it seems Evight Vanhassel now knows if his faith was worth it. If his songs to his God ever fell on imagined ears, or maybe he really is a true watcher now, an angel in the sky, wearing one of those halos and playing harps on the clouds… Then why does his voice, carried on the wind, make these dark mountains seem darker… why does the cracking snow above the pass sound like the stampede of horses. Why does his death loom over us so…”

Miasmas eyes shot up to Jim, who looked sadly at the book. Miasma felt a strange sensation behind his eyes, squeezing and wet. The preacher had died. The moral compass of the company. And what sounded like a good man. And he couldn’t help but feel a certain sadness about it… knowing that…

That…

“Wait” Miasma said, dropping the crucifix to his chest and pulling the bible that had slipped to the floor from his lap, to the first page.

“December 2, Evight Von Hassel…” Miasma said, a claw scraping gently at the page, smearing a droplet of wet ink on his hand. He looked up at Jim and Jim nodded back, a look of bewilderment. This was it. This was the beginning of the end. From this point on, they would know the secrets hidden in this place.

They would learn of those who haunt these grounds. Who haunts this blood stone. Who seemed to be everywhere and nowhere around them,, as if this whole area now was swallowed up in the belly of a great whale. And the darkest of days were now upon them. And with the weight returning to their shoulders, Jim swallowed and crawled from his seat on the floor back towards miasma and held the diary open, while Miasma pointed out the people in the photograph. And as their bated breath halted in their chests, it seemed the air was slowly being sucked out of the room out the open door, that seemed to hang ever so slightly as if perhaps, it might creak shut, and close it’s maw on the Preacher Man, and the Traitorous Ghoul, who sat together, much the same way another certain preacher had sat with the whores, the tax collectors, the poor, the sick, the leperous lame and blind. A support to his friend. And soon, they would know the fate of those who lived and died here. And they hoped they would use the choice words in their precious books to find the answers to just, make it out of this bleak world alive… and really.. That’s what should've happened… Had Jim shut the book and left it there… but he didn't. And upon turning the next page. The true hell on earth began, and it wasn’t the hell of the fire and the flames…it was a hell on earth. And it was ice cold, and far from any god’s grace…

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My Pioneer Heritage

So, my Biological Family has pioneers in it. Matta Maria Rosenlund (who went by her Middle Name when she got to Utah) & her husband Daniel Dewey Corbett are among them

Daniel Corbett

Daniel was born in Maine on May 16 1807. He and his wife joined the Church in 1839. They moved to Nauvoo in 1844, and only learned about the Martyrdom when he was en route (which means, unfortunately, they never saw the Prophet personally). He was ordained as a Seventy when he arrived in Nauvoo, and used his skill as a Cobbler to help finish the Nauvoo Temple. They received their "partial Endowments" (I am unsure what this means, but if you're familiar with the Endowment, he got at least the Adam part) on January 12, 1846, before they & their family were forced from Nauvoo

They moved Kanesville, Iowa for years. They were able to plant & harvest their own crops, and even had a daughter who would later marry Martin Harris Jr. On July 5, 1849 the family joined the Allen Taylor company, and completed the journey to Salt Lake

When they arrived, they were allotted land between 4-5 East & 6-7 South. In the early years, he was extremely charitable (given the hardship of all the Saints during this era). He would make & mend shoes for little to no charge, collected firewood for widows, and gave what flour they could spare to those in need (they would take a brass kettle of flour to them as their Fast Offerings)

They wore homespun clothes, dying & spinning the yarn, then sending it to the mill to be made into cloth. They ate Pork, Cornbread, Jonnie Cakes, and Sugar Cane Molasses. They fasted on Thursday Morning (Fast Day was Thursday in the Early Church)

He lived close to the school, and was one of the few Saints who had a clock, so students were often sent to his home to determine the time. Daniel's family was unable to afford the 25¢ a week cost, so like many students, they paid it with vegetables

Daniel loved his wife, Elmira (born 1811). They were Sealed by Brigham Young on June 30, 1853. Unfortunately, she passed in February the next year. This lead Daniel to have to care for 6 children (ages 5-24, with the oldest being married the year before). He remarried Ann Jones, an English Convert, on November 8, 1861. Ann was married before she immigrated in 1849, but it is unknown if she was widowed or divorced. Ann had poor health, and was infertile. As her health became worse, she told Daniel to find a Second Wife, to help care for her & the 2 children left at home. This wife was Matta Rosenlund. Ann died in December 1888, and always held love for her sister-wife (although we know more about Elmira & Matta, Ann is relatively unknown, possibly because she had no children to tell her story. I hope, when the Resurrection occurs, I will be able to learn at the feet of the woman who brought my 3rd Great-grandmother into her family)

He lived many years, supporting his family, and living the Gospel until his passing on June 26, 1892. He was buried next to Ann

Matta Maria Rosenlund

Matta was born November 1, 1826 in Malmöhus, Sweden. She was the first born of Wilhelm Jonas Rosenlund & Boel Jonsson. She had 2 sisters & a brother: Anna (March 20, 1829-? She survived to Adulthood), Hannah (May 25, 1831- May 25, 1832), and Johan Wilhelm (April 10, 1834-October 2, 1836)

Both of her parents died of Cholera in Stockholm when she was 13, leading her & 10 year old Anna being placed in an Orphanage. Despite this, Matta (and presumably Anna) were educated at the King's School, given her father's illustrious military career (being the equivalent of a 4-Star General by age 30). After her education, she got a job in a bakery before marrying Ockar Victor Leonard Svansberg on May 29, 1849

Oscar was a French Sculptor & a Mason "of high degree." She was seen as more Spiritually inclined, while her husband was more Worldly. However, they were often seen together at high society events, such as Masonic Balls ("where Mr. Svansberg was usually the leader because of his pleasing appearance and personality")

Together, they had 4 Children in Stockholm: Victor Mauritz (June 25, 1850-), Maria Lovisa (July 4, 185è-), Oscar A. (1853-? Died in Infancy), and Hilma Ida Constance (May 4, 1863-)

Maria was a faithful Lutheran, but joined the Church in 1859. She spent the next 5 years trying to bring her husband to the Church. When he wouldn't join, she left him, and brought their daughters (Lovisa age 11, Ida under 1) to England with her. They sailed on the Monarch of the Sea under the direction of John Smith (Church Patriarch)

The journey was treacherous. They sailed from April 28, 1864 to June 3, 1864. There were 973 immigrants, and they were provided with little water and whatever provisions the Church could gather (Hardtack, Pork, Peas, and a little White Flour, Sugar, Coffee, and a few other things). The next day, they saw the logistical errors of feeding nearly 1,000 people when it took them 8 hours to get everyone Rice. It was also on this day the first baby died on Measles. Ida was the only baby to survive the voyage, with the other 20 either dying from the disease, or being thrown to sea. The Capitan was determined to throw Ida to sea as well, but Matta hid Ida in her Shawl. In addition to sickness, the sea was so violent that the sickbay was often full of people injured by being thrown around, and there were days when the cook was unable to safely cook (meaning there was no food those days)

After arriving in New York, she took a number of trains until she arrived in Nebraska. On July 4, 1864, Matta & her Daughters joined with the William B Preston Company, arriving in Salt Lake on September 15th, 1864. Her grandson reported that "although Zion did not appear to her as she had anticipated, she many times made the remark that when she set her feet on Utah soil it was the happiest moment of her life. The struggle to exist was a very difficult one, but she seemed obsessed with the desire to make good, and through toil, struggle, and undying faith she succeeded." Soon after her arrival, she heard from friends back in Sweden of the death of her husband

Her son, Victor wanted to join his mother & sisters on their journey, but was unable to due to his service in the Swedish Military. He arrived on July 14, 1877 (after a mere 3-weeks journey). He lived with his mother for 2 years, before disappearing without a trace

When in Utah, she became a Nurse, and helped Ann Jones. Ann & Matta (platonically) loved each other, and Ann asked Daniel to take Matta as a Plural Wife. This marriage resulted in 2 Children: George Q (November 28, 1866-September 20, 1867) & Otis (December 21, 1868-Febuary 4, 1940). Ann helped watch the Children when she was away from home, and adored all of Daniel's Children (as well as Matta's Children from her first marriage) like they were her own

Matta continued her career for over 20 years, sometimes accompanying Ella Shipp (honestly, I can write a whole essay about this badass female doctor, but you'll have to Google her for now). She was eternally optimistic, and was known for helping her patients recover rapidly. She delivered hundreds of children

I love learning about family history because of the lessons we can learn from those who came before

Daniel was a loving man. He never had much, but he was generous with what he did have. Maybe he only had a kettle of flour, but he gave that flour to those who needed it more. Although Matta's Children weren't his own, he loved them unconditionally, and gave whatever he could

Ann may have been infertile, and invalid, but she didn't let either stop her. She rejoiced in all the children of her husband's wives. She cared for them when she could muster up the strength

And Matta went through a lot. Orphaned at 13 & having to care for a sister, fearing having your daughter thrown overboard, having a son go missing without a trace, and being constantly surrounded by sickness. But she never lost hope. She was born in high society, and married into it. But her happiest moment was after she gave it up. She fought for everything she had, and that brought her joy, because she knew she had earned every blessing

I want these stories to be known. Every story deserves to be told, to live through the Ages, to inspire the Children of Men to do better

I want to hear your stories. I chose my Pioneer Ancestors because they speak to me the most. But I want to hear about the people who's stories you most value, whether your parents' story, or some obscure knight in the 12th century.

𐐔𐐰𐑌𐐷𐐲𐑊 𐐔𐐭𐐨 𐐗𐐫𐑉����𐐮𐐻- 𐐕𐐰𐑉𐐮𐐻𐐨 𐐮𐑆 𐑄 𐐑𐐷𐐳𐑉 𐐢𐐲𐑂 𐐲𐑂 𐐗𐑉𐐴𐑅𐐻

𐐣𐐰𐐻𐐲 𐐣𐐲𐑉𐐨𐐲 Rosenlund (unsure how to pronounce her last name...)- 𐐆𐑁 𐐷𐐨 𐐸𐐰𐑂 𐑁𐐩𐑃 𐐰𐑆 𐐩 𐑀𐑉𐐩𐑌 𐐲𐑂 𐑋𐐲𐑅𐐻𐐲𐑉𐐼 𐑅𐐨𐐼, 𐑌𐐲𐑃𐐮𐑍 𐑇𐐰𐑊 𐐺𐐨 𐐮𐑋𐐹𐐪𐑅𐐲𐐺𐐲𐑊 𐐲𐑌𐐻𐐭 𐐷𐐭

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The Royal House of Windsor: “The Big Three”

Catherine, Princess Royal

Princess Catherine was born on 25 April 1815 at Windsor Castle  in Easton, during the reign of her father Albert I. Born Catherine Evon, she was the second child and only daughter of Albert I of the United Kingdom and Queen Isabella and was created Princess Royal in 1817. Catherine was also the younger sister of Albert II.

Known for her beauty and quiet personality, Catherine remained a low-key member of the royal family throughout her life.

Catherine was educated by governesses, but shared some lessons with her brothers, Albert Edward, George, and Edward Arthur. She became fluent in German and French, and developed a lifelong interest in horses and horse racing. The Princess Royal was particularly close to her eldest brother, the Prince of Brindleton Bay, known as Albert Edward to his close family, who subsequently became Albert II upon the death of their father in 1828.

The Princess Royal had many royal suitors and was often lavished with gifts, many of which she refused. The Flêce Fringe Tiara, was a wedding present to Catherine from her second betrothal, the 2nd Earl of Flêce in 1836. The engagement was called off after the earls true intentions for marriage [government protection for his crimes of theft] were discovered.

The tiara was left to the Jewels of the Crown and has become a beloved tiara.

Catherine had a secret love child with a spellcaster in 1835, during a time when spell casting was forbidden in Windenburg. Queen Isabella had forbidden the relationship and upon learning of the pregnancy, forced the Princess to leave the baby in Glimmerbrook with its father, and the infant was never seen or spoken of again.

The infant was a girl (Yvete), who became a powerful spellcaster. Yvete's became a Virtuoso Spellcaster with her powers in Telekinetic Orbing, Premonition, Healing, Molecular Immobilization, Invisibility, and the Power of Manipulation. Her abilities were only passed down to female descendants. Before she died performing a spell in 1862, she foretold that each generation of female Stanley spellcasters would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sisters - the most powerful spellcasters the sims world would ever know.

Princess Catherine's great-great-granddaughter is Kamil, Grand Duchess of Glimmerbrook, a Virtuoso Spellcaster.

On 28 February 1837, Princess Catherine married Leo Hardy Jr, the elder son of Commander Leo Hardy Sr - the best friend to King Albert I who was by his side during The Great War. Leo Sr became the 1st General of The Windenburg Military, under the new Windenburg monarchy of 1784, and was the first commoner to be given Noble status by Albert I. Leo Jr was born noble and followed in his father's military footsteps.

Before their marriage, Leo Jr declined a dukedom but the couple agreed that should they have a son (Prince Otis was born in 1847), he be granted the dukedom of Norfolk; currently the only non-royal Windenburg title. The Princess Royal's descendants remain holders of the dukedom to this day. The title holder also Chairs the Sovereign's Coronation Committee.

During the Battle of the Boats in 1840, The Princess Royal performed charity work in support of servicemen and their families. The Princess Royal's public duties reflected her concerns with nursing, the Women's movement, and the Women's Services. Her Royal Highness was instrumental in lobbying for the support of female military nurses and helped establish the Army Nursing Service in 1848.

On 27 March 1849 The Princess Catherine Imperial Military Nursing Service (PCIMNS) was established by Royal Warrant, and was named after the Princess Royal. Cate became its president and they provided Sisters for all Army hospitals with at least 100 beds.

In 1944, the PCIMNS became a corps in the Windenburg Army and was renamed as the Princess Catherine Royal Army Nursing Corps. Since 1948 the organization has trained nurses, and in 1993 men were allowed to join - thanks to newly crowned George I.

On 5 November 1891, The Princess Royal had a fatal heart attack during a walk with her son, Prince Otis, on the grounds of Kently estate. Her Royal Highness was buried at Westsimster Abbey.

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The Alamo’s third day was a pivotal moment in the Texas Revolution, showcasing both courage and desperation as the defenders fought against overwhelming odds1

On February 25, 1836, during the Battle of the Alamo, the third day of the siege unfolded with significant events:

Mexican Attack: Approximately 400–450 soldiers, led by GeneralCastrillon, launched an attack on the Alamo. They occupied the jacales (huts) situated on the southwest corner of the Alamo, positioning themselves just 50-100 yards from the walls12.

Skirmish and Withdrawal: After a two-hour engagement, the Mexican forces were forced to withdraw, and the Texans responded by burning the huts1.

Texan Reinforcements: James W. Fannin led a relief column of 300 men from Goliad toward the Alamo, bolstering the Texan defenders1.

Desertion and Espionage: There is evidence that at least 9 men deserted the Texan garrison, providing information to Santa Anna about the location of hidden rifles1.

Desperate Measures: As night fell, the defenders ventured out again, burning even more huts. Under the cover of darkness, William B. Travis dispatched messengers to find General Sam Houston and seek assistance1.

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So here is the scientific advancement which might be shown in Ikemen villain and some bit of history

I may have gone overboard because it was fun, so enjoy.

Also if you all think this is a nerd talking you are thinking correct

FIRST AND FOREMOST DINOSAURS SO IT WILLIAM REX THE W - REX, More and more fossils were discovered in 19th century and it was the year of 1842 the term Dinosaur was coined

Charles Darwin the father of evolution published his one of the renowned book 'The Origin Of Species' in 1859. (As a microbiologist this was epic)

Also, In 1866 Gregor Mendel discovered laws of hereditary but it wasn't until 1900 his work accepted

Now again as a microbiology student this makes me very happy, during the years between 1822 - 1895 Louis Pasteur published the Germ theory which proved Germs were the cause of the disease ( Well there were many diseases in victorian era because they believed bathing actually causes more sickness)

Here medicine and surgery made the great advances, and it was also proved Cholera was transmitted by water but they didn't know how. (But it wasn't until 1928 the first antibiotic was discovered)

In 1831 Faradey invented Dynamo.

In the year of 1876 Alexander Graham Bell invented Telephone (It means there would be a scene where MC will call her wink wink)

Safety pins were invented in 1849. And in 1882 Henry Seely invented the very first electric iron

Gas lights were becoming common at houses of well-of people in the 1840s, but by late 1870s working class people had Gaslight at least downstairs they still had to use oil lamps

Gas cookers became common in the 1890s and Joseph swan also invented the Electric light bulb in the year of 1878

Aesthetics were coming to use in surgery first by an American dentist Henry H Morgan in 1849 by using ether. But James Simpson a professor started using chloroform in operations in 1847 (wtf man but cool).

Also another fact, People thought women shouldn't use chloroform during childbirth because childbirth is supposed to be painful but our awesome Queen Victoria said 'Hell nah' in 1853 and who would criticize the queen hence chloroform became a use in childbirth (Men will be men)

Again as biology student this makes me greatly happy, In 1865 Joseph Lister discovered antiseptic surgery.

Cash Register was invented in 1879 and first electric fan was invented in 1886.

19th century was also the time where bicycling was fun. And it was also the time photography became a hobby (hoping a scene in the game where the male leads has MC's photo in his wallet)

In the 19th century many people experimented with machine guns. Hiram Maxim in 1884 invented machine guns and the British army adopted machine guns in 1889

Some Notable historical moments

The matchgirl strike movement took place in 1888 which was lead by Sarah Chapman which was the start to gender equality

In year 1836 slavery was abolished from British Empire but the former slaves were bound as apprentices and they were worked without any pay from their 'owners'.

In 1845 Irish Potato famine began because a disease called potato blight a fungal disease destroyed the crops.

In July of 1848 Public health act was passed, after Cholera outbreak.

1 May 1848 THE GREAT EXHIBITION OPENED FOR THE FIRST TIME. A series of world fair an international exhibition showcasing the achievement of each nation.

In March of 1848 Crimean War began a conflict between Russian Empire and an alliance of French Britain and Ottoman Empire AKA currently Turkish Empire and Sardinian Troops the war came to an end in February 1856 with Treaty of Paris wait part surrender of Russia. Both sides faced a massive death toll as 1.5 millions of soldiers fought and 367,000 soldiers died.

17 November 1869 The opening of the infamous Suez Canal.

2 August 1880 law regarding every child under the age of 10 should have a compulsory education which lead to decrease of child labour and child death.

25 JULY 1889 FOUNDING OF THE WOMEN'S FRANCHISE LEAGUE. Feminism babyyy, Emmeline Pankhrust a women right activist founded this league a political organization that campaigned women should be allowed to vote and which later gave a rise to women suffragatte movements

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Emdt Historical Tournament

Duel 1

Character 1

Complete name: Gustavo Adolfo " Bécquer" Claudio Domínguez Bastida (Seville, February 17, 1836-Madrid, December 22, 1870)

Actor: Tamar Novas

Episode: 3×03, Tiempo de hechizos

Character 2

Complete name: Isabel de Farnesio (Parma, October 25, 1692-Aranjuez, July 10, 1766)

Actress: María Álvarez

Episode: 2×09, Óleo sobre tiempo

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Hi! Can you write about Princess Anna of Saxony, Hereditary Grand Duchess of Tuscany?

Hi! I don't know much about her since there isn't a lot of information available.

Born on 4 January, 1836, she was the seventh child of King Johann I of Saxony and Princess Amalie of Bavaria. She married on 1856, 24 November, to the heir of Tuscany, later last Grand Duke Ferdinando IV (two of her elder sisters, Marie and Sidonie, were still single at the time - another exemple of sisters not marrying always by order of birth). They had one child, Maria Antonietta, born 10 January, 1858. Anna died a little over year later, on 10 February, 1859, due to a miscarriage result of typhoid fever. She was 23 years old; in this she joined her sisters: with the exception of Elisabeth, who died aged 82, all of the daughters of Johann and Amalie died between the ages of 18 and 30 due to illness. Her daughter sadly also died young, at only 25 years old (I can't find what exactly she died of, only that she had a "delicate health").

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Samuel Colt was granted a United States patent for the Colt revolver on February 25, 1836.

Pistol Patent Day

Pistol Patent Day is a lively celebration that honors a significant milestone in firearm history. This day commemorates the moment when Samuel Colt received his patent for the first revolver.

The invention revolutionized the world of firearms, allowing multiple shots to be fired without reloading each time. This breakthrough not only changed the mechanics of guns but also had a lasting impact on both the military and civilian sectors.

How to Celebrate Pistol Patent Day

Visit a Gun Range

Heading to the local shooting range sounds like a blast! Rent a pistol and practice your aim. You might discover a hidden talent or simply enjoy the thrill of hitting the bullseye. Remember to brush up on gun safety rules before firing away.

Host a Western Movie Marathon

Cowboy hats, popcorn, and classic westerns make for a perfect evening. Gather friends for a movie marathon featuring legendary gunslingers.

Films like “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly” can set the mood. It’s a fun way to immerse in the Wild West spirit.

Create a Pistol Blueprint

Feeling creative? Sketch your own unique pistol design. Imagine an innovative twist on the classic revolver. Who knows, you might invent the next big thing in firearms. Use this day to channel your inner inventor.

Explore Firearm History

Dive into the fascinating world of firearms history. Read books, articles, or watch documentaries about Samuel Colt and his revolutionary inventions. It’s a day to appreciate the technological advances that shaped modern firearms.

Share on Social Media

Spread the word about Pistol Patent Day by posting fun facts, historical tidbits, or your own pistol designs on social media. Engage your friends and followers in the celebration. Use hashtags to connect with other enthusiasts and make the day a trend!

Why Is the Pistol Patent Day Celebrated?

People celebrate Pistol Patent Day for several reasons. First, it acknowledges Colt’s innovative spirit and his contributions to modern engineering.

The day encourages admiration for inventors who push the boundaries of technology. Additionally, it highlights the importance of patents in protecting and promoting creativity, ensuring that inventors receive recognition and reward for their hard work and ingenuity.

Another reason to celebrate this day is that it inspires future creators. Reflecting on Colt’s achievements and struggles motivates people to pursue their own inventive ideas. It also reminds us of the value of perseverance and creativity in overcoming challenges and achieving success​.

History of Pistol Patent Day

Pistol Patent Day began in the 1980s to commemorate Samuel Colt receiving the first patent for his revolver.

This patent, awarded on February 25, 1836, marked a significant advancement in firearm technology, allowing multiple shots without reloading. This day celebrates not only Colt’s invention but also the spirit of innovation that it represents.

Samuel Colt, an American inventor and businessman, changed the landscape of firearms with his revolver design.

He patented his invention in the United States after securing a British patent in 1835. The revolver’s ability to fire six shots rapidly without reloading made it a game-changer, especially in the military and for settlers in the American West​.

The origin of Pistol Patent Day remains unclear, though it likely emerged from efforts by firearm enthusiasts or organizations like the NRA to honor Colt’s contribution.

This day highlights the importance of patents in encouraging and protecting innovation, recognizing the impact of Colt’s revolver on both history and modern technology.

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Walhonding Canal Lock No. 9

State Route 715 west

Warsaw, OH

The Walhonding Canal Lock No. 9 is located on State Route 715, in Jefferson Township, Coshocton County, west of Warsaw, Ohio.  The Walhonding Canal was a canal in Coshocton County that was used as a feeder canal for the Ohio and Erie Canal. A small canal, only 25 miles long, it was wholly contained within Coshocton County, following the Mohican River from Cavallo south to the confluence with the Kokosing River, which together with the Mohican forms the Walhonding River. The canal followed the Walhonding River southeast toward Coshocton where it met the Ohio and Erie Canal in Roscoe Village.   

     Building of the Walhonding Canal commenced in 1836 and finished in 1842. William H. Price, Charles J. Ward, John Waddle, Jacob Blickensderfer, Henry Fields and Sylvester Medbery were among the members of the engineering corps responsible for the Walhonding Canal. Several of these men also served as contractors on the Ohio and Erie Canal. In addition to these were John Frew, S. Moffit, Isaac Means, John Crowley, W. K. Johnson, and others. It cost $607,268.99, or an average of $24,290.76 per mile.  The first canal boat launched in the county was called the "Renfrew" in honor of James Renfrew, a merchant of Coshocton. It was built by Thomas Butler Lewis, an old Ohio keel-boatman.

     Traffic began to slow as other modes of transportation began to improve and need for the canal dwindled. In 1889, the Pennsylvania Company organized the Walhonding Valley Railroad that would follow the route of the canal from Coshocton to Loudonville. The Walhonding Valley Railroad was soon consolidated with the Northwestern Ohio Railroad, which formed the Toledo, Walhonding Valley and Ohio Railroad. The railroad was completed four years after the organization of the Walhonding Valley Railroad and it used some canal property on its right-of-way as it built the railroad, an action which led to a legal dispute.

     The state officially abandoned the Walhonding Canal in 1896 and the railroad that took its place continued to operate until 1936 when the Mohawk Dam was built for flood control, effectively cutting off the right-of-way.  The Walhonding Canal Lock No. 9 was added to the National Register of Historic Places on February 24, 1986.

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Gorilla Babies Wrestle, Sister Defends Brother by SloggerVlogger Gorilla Babies Juni and Hasani have a wrestling match, that's until Ayana comes running and defends her brother Juni, but watch closely as an adult hand appears and she gets pushed away. I think it's Kera, Hasani's Surrogate Mum. Hasani is the one that sits by the door frame. This video was filmed in January 2021. If you've been following the gorillas you might know that they are still in the closed Bristol Zoo. They are getting a new enclose built in 2024 and that's when they will be moved to the new Bristol Zoo just outside the city centre. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to visit another gorilla troop as I concentrated on Twycross Zoo with Gorilla Lope leaving this year. If you would like to know the Bristol Zoo gorilla Family more, check out this introduction video: https://youtu.be/I5IejS2QY4w and some more info here: The first Gorilla arrived at Bristol Zoo on 8th September 1930 named Alfred. The Zoo itself opened on July 11th 1836! The first gorilla birth was on March 6th 1971. Currently, there are 8 gorillas at the Bristol Zoo. Starting off with Jock the Silverback. He was born on May 31st 1983 at Zoo La Palmyre. He got moved to the Bristol Zoo on the 25.June 2003. His offspring are Namoki, Komale, Kukena, Afia, Ayana, Hasani and Juni. Kera was born on August 26th 2004 at the Parc Zoológic de Barcelona. She moved to the Bristol Zoo on the 08.September.2008. Her offspring is Afia. Afia was born by emergency cesarean section at Bristol Zoo on the 12th of February 2016 after her mother, Kera, showed symptoms of potentially life-threatening pre-eclampsia. She had to be hand-raised. Gorilla Romina took an interest in Afia when the keepers walked past her with Afia in their arms. So Afia was slowly introduced to Romina and in October started bonding with her surrogate mother. Kera did recover after being ill for a while but didn't recognize Afia as her daughter. Romina took over to raise her, but sadly they had to put her to sleep in Aug 2018 because she had an advanced large cancerous mass in her abdomen. Afia by then was part of the group and Dad Jock and the other females looked after her. Touni was born on the 12th of December 2007 at the La Vallée des Singes and moved to the Bristol Zoo on the 28.September 2015. Her daughter is Ayana who was born on the 22nd of April 2017. On 22 December 2020, Touni gave birth to the second baby gorilla for Bristol Zoo that year during covid lockdown and he has named a combination of his Mother’s and Father's name, Juni. Kala was born on the 11th of December 2010 in Hannover. She's the newest member of the group as she joined on the 16.October 2018. She was pregnant in Sep 2019 but sadly lost the baby. The cause of death is unknown. On August 19th 2020 Kala gave birth to baby Hasani. Unfortunately, she couldn’t feed him properly and is being hand-raised by Bristol Zoo staff members. In May 2021 Kera showed interest in Hasani and became the new surrogate mother of the little boy. The Bristol Zoo has closed its doors for good. As an inner-city zoo, it didn't have a place to expand. That's why they are relocating some of the animals like this gorilla family to the outside of Bristol to a place called Wildlife Place Project, now Bristol Zoo Project. They stated that they are going to start building in 2024. So it will still be a while until they have moved. If you would like to see more of the Wildlife place they are moving to, you can watch this hyper-lapse I have done on my travel channel: https://youtu.be/PUZ1F2dwhEE All the Bristol Zoo Gorilla videos: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXC1aShJSBiWo8RsysJA97AlOfKJCcYte Stay connected and never miss a moment! Subscribe to my channel and activate all the notifications to be the first to know when new videos are released. via YouTube https://youtu.be/83HIUiehTpE

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The Siege and Battle of the Alamo: Day 3

On February 25, 1836, the third day of the Battle of the Alamo, the Mexican army launched a minor assault on the fort, and the Texians burned nearby huts.

Morning

The Mexican army launched a minor assault on the fort between 10 AM and 12 PM.

The Mexicans were driven back to some houses, which the Texians burned.

Afternoon

The Mexican army received reinforcements.

The Mexican army constructed artillery batteries south of the Alamo.

A two-hour engagement occurred when Santa Anna's troops attempted to occupy huts near the southwest corner of the compound.

The Texians ventured out and burned the huts while Texians within the Alamo provided cover fire.

Night

The Mexican artillery bombarded the church and long barracks.

The Mexican army fired muskets and shouted to fool the Texians into believing that an assault was imminent.

Santa Anna ordered that his military band serenade the Texians throughout the night.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=sZ0AbehLml4&si=vvXvTkt23jWbgluc

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Bishop William Paul Quinn (April 10, 1788 – February 21, 1873) was the fourth Bishop of the AME Church. He was instrumental in establishing several AME churches in midwestern states during the pre-Civil War period. His work for the Black Methodist community was highly regarded. That work included working with the Underground Railroad. He served as the senior bishop of the AME church for nearly 25 years.

He was born in Hindustan, India. His family was wealthy from mahogany trading. He arrived in New York around 1806 and became a member of the Hicksites. The sect was known for its activist role in antislavery movements.

He moved to Long Island, New Jersey, and Maryland where he converted to the Methodist faith in 1808. He was licensed to preach as a Methodist minister (1812). He was one of the founders of the AME denomination when it was formally organized in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1816. He was the pastor of small churches in New Jersey but in 1836 he was assigned to the “Western Mission” and for the next eight years he served as an AME missionary traveling by horse and preaching the gospel to African Americans from New Jersey to Missouri. His name became commonly associated with Underground Railroad activity, as he helped to establish Black churches in Kentucky, Indiana, and Missouri.

He preached to Black and white Methodists but his work was mostly with AME congregations. He was elected bishop (1844). He succeeded Morris Brown as senior AME Bishop and held this position for nearly 25 years. During this period he presided over the growth of the Church and in particular, the establishment of 47 AME congregations from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to San Francisco.

In 1872, the AME Church in Texas founded Paul Quinn College. Several AME churches were named after the former missionary turned bishop. Bishop Quinn was married to Mary Jane Quinn. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence