(Gregory)Humphrey History Minute: Jack Alcock And Arthur Brown

The wonderful adventurous stories from the pages of history that make for smiles, and the delight in retelling them, lead me to this latest history minute. From my home recording studio, I take you back to 1919.

To My Readers: Thanks For Spike In Numbers At Caffeinated Politics

This is all due to my Caffeinated Politics Facebook readers on my little place on the internet highway. Folks like you. Thanks. Sorry for the fuzzy screenshot.

New Doty Land Podcast: “Sure Does Feel Stormy Today”

Podcaster Gregory Humphrey goes back to childhood days in Hancock, Wisconsin to prove weather of all sorts should be viewed up close.  Nothing is better than grandma’s arm around a shoulder as the thunder crashes or as a boy walking into the bracing winds of a winter snowstorm.  Nostalgic warm memories for anyone wishing to trek back in time. (7 minutes)

Sparking Moments Of Joy And Remembrance During The Long Goodbye Doty Land

With contemporaneous accounts of smiles and trying times while dealing with a friend's  Alzheimer's disease come stories of laughter and also tenderness.  The final chapter of the life of Albert Trull, and the way it weaved with the personal life of podcaster Gregory Humphrey as his father was dying, makes for a somber podcast.  But one that is aimed to reach out and ask what role all can play with the elderly people needing friendship and companionship within our communities. 
  1. Sparking Moments Of Joy And Remembrance During The Long Goodbye
  2. Acting With Humanity In Time Of War Makes For New Film
  3. "Sure Does Feel Stormy Today"
  4. Tribute To Classic Country Music, WSM Radio, Grant Turner, And More!
  5. Hancock Boys Go To WWI

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Humphrey History Video: Bipartisanship!

It seems quaint to write of political opposites seeing their role on the national stage being about the higher requirements of the country. But history shows that was the case.

(Gregory) Humphrey’s History Video Minute: Embarrassing Military Moment

Gregory Humphrey’s (that is your CP blogger) History Minute! When one has lost a military stand-off but then also faces additional embarrassment at not even being able to capitulate without losing again. The Ottoman Empire, HMS Doris, and Alexandretta, now known as İskenderun. Short, snappy, and amusing.

President’s Day With Nostalgic Memory Of Administering Oath Of Office

History meets warm nostalgia in Vermont as Calvin Coolidge’s dad administers the presidential oath of office in 1923–to his son. Grand narrative by Gregory Humphrey.

Gregory Humphrey’s History Video: First Black American Dines At White House

Humphrey’s History Video as we observe Martin Luther King Jr. Day in America…..short, snappy, and loaded with trivia—even Mark Twain!

Weather Cartoon That Speaks To Gregory (Your Blogger)

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From Feel That Breeze, a chapter in Walking Up The Ramp, by Gregory Humphrey

There were other folk legends as well that got attention around our dinner table. Others spoke of the timing of the first crash of thunder in the early spring, or the arrival of the first hard frost in fall. We were asked: “Did the acorns set on heavy this year, or did the leaves fall from the trees early? Did you hear the formation of geese flying over, and heading south already?”  We didn’t really need to know about the oak trees or the Canadian geese; we already had wooly caterpillars.

Another source of weather lore intrigued me as a kid. In fact, the Old Farmer’s Almanac still does. I am not making any claim that the Almanac has any more or less understanding of the ultimate outcome of the seasons than the caterpillar, but I will say it is a most novel publication. Who cannot warm to the nuggets such as “a fire hard to kindle means bad weather” or “black bears head to winter dens now”? The Almanac was correct more often than not, and my nose told me so. I would look at the charts and predictions in the fall and when it was reported “ragweed in bloom now”, I sneezed in agreement.

We always had a copy of the small-sized yellow-jacketed publication back home, and it was fun to read both the articles, and their ads which could best be described as quaint. Best of all were the weather predictions that dominated a section of each edition. Accurate by luck or not, the predictions were highlighted with small icons and graphics along with old folklore, and are always fun to read.

Over the years James’ Mom would send a copy our way late in the fall, and come January, I would be comparing the scene out my window to the printed predictions within its pages. I could always dial Marion up and talk about what was going on; she had already ‘pre-read’ the copy she had sent me, so she knew of what I was speaking first hand. There is still something about the old-fashioned look and tone of the publication that makes me aware everything need not be slick, or ‘new and improved’ to be important to our lives, or bring a smile.

One of my first memories of Marion is of her looking up at the Maine sky in the evening and reciting her own favorite weather predicting adage. “Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning,” she’d state. Her face seemed to reflect a real sense of dread, as though she had been out to sea herself or had been home waiting for a loved one to return on his boat. “But red skies at night, sailor’s delight!” Her face lit up. Marion lived for those red skies of the evening over the coast of Maine; if she could have lived in a lighthouse, she would have, just to be able to see the sky painted pink more often.

Now that Marion is gone, I miss not getting my copy of the Farmer’s Almanac in the mail with her handwritten annotations. She was always pointing out the parts she thought I
needed to read first. She readily agreed with Mom’s wooly caterpillar method of predicting weather, and always added that if you counted how many stars were inside the ring of the moon as it began to snow, you could tell how many inches of snow would fall in the night. That was harder for me to verify here in the city than it would have been in the country, but I saw no reason why it wouldn’t be true. Even today, though more rare here in the Midwest than in Maine, I never fail to stop and admire a good deep red sunset and think of James’ Mom, who shared a love of weather predicting with me. “Red skies at night, sailor’s delight!”