The motorhome is parked at American Legion Post #191 in Sudbury, Massachusetts. I expect to depart here tomorrow.

Mary is back at  her home in California tending to some personal business. She has made her plane reservations and will fly to meet me in Boston, Massachusetts on July 30th.

The heat wave is supposed to be over but you cannot prove it by me. Yesterday was 89 degrees in the shade with 50% humidity. I ran the motorhome air-conditioner from about 1:00 – 9:00 PM.

Yesterday I visited the Minute Man National Park…in five stops. This park commemorates the opening battles of the American Revolutionary War on April 19, 1775. To refresh your memory of the events occurring on that date, I recommend you click this link… http://www.battleroad.org/history.html

I drove the Bronco the about 15 miles to the first stop which was at the headquarters of the park located in Lincoln, situated between Lexington and Concord. I viewed an excellent 25 minute multimedia presentation about the fateful day that began an eight-year war resulting in the birth of a new nation. Here are some of the photos that I took…

As always you may left click upon an image to see an enlarged view and then click once again to see an even larger view…

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Then I drove about three miles east to the Lexington Green. No one knows who fired the shot where the first blood of the war resulted…

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Then about four miles back west to the Paul Revere capture site. You can read the words of all three markers by clicking this link… http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WMA88_Paul_Revere_Capture_Site

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Then about two miles west to the Hartwell Tavern which you can read about by clicking this link… http://www.nps.gov/mima/forteachers/the-historic-hartwell-tavern.htm

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This is the actual North Great Road also known as the Battle Road Trail, on which the British Troops and Patriot Minute Men walked upon. Note the concrete marker on the right…

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Now barely readable because of being worn by the elements over the years…it reads…Boston Harbor 14M (meaning miles)…

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Then about four more miles west to the final stop of the North Bridge. It was here the Patriots repulsed the British Troops and fired “the shot heard around the world”. The British advanced the bridge from this side of the Concord River, The Patriots were waiting for them on the other side of the bridge…

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1/4 mile later on a walking path I came to the North Bridge visitors center…

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The bridge as seen from the visitors center…

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The park does a great job in presenting the details of April 19, 1775. It was a very emotional visit to walk on such hallowed ground. Here’s the Minute Man National Park official website link… http://www.nps.gov/mima/index.htm

Enjoying historical places is another joy in the life of a full-time RVer!

After sitting so long at my son’s home and then waiting out the week-long heat wave…I had grown tired of sitting around. It’s nice to be back on the move once again!

The red dot on the below map shows our approximate location in the State of Massachusetts. You may double left-click the map to make it larger…

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Enjoying 65-75 degree temperatures most of the year is a primary joy in the RVing lifestyle!

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”…Albert Einstein

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On October 27, 2012, I created a two-minute video titled America The Beautiful. The music America The Beautiful is by Christopher W. French. The photos, which I randomly selected, are from the states of Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Mississippi, Montana, New Mexico, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Washington and West Virginia (not shown in that order)…are mine. Yup, That’s me standing in front of the Post Office in Luckenbach, Texas…Y’all!

Click this link to start the video. Make sure you have your speakers turned on and go to full screen asap.
http://youtu.be/FfZUzEB4rM8

If you have not checked out my Ramblin Man’s Photos Blog, you can do so by clicking this link…
http://ramblinmanphotos.wordpress.com/

All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2013
For more information about my three books, click this link:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/panamaorbust

To the sound of the bagpipes carried on a cold wind, we walked out of Pancho Villa State Park,  crossed  the highway and entered  the Memorial Garden where the Columbus Historical Society honors those who were killed in Pancho Villa’s infamous raid. March 9th, 1916, at 4:00 a.m. the city was awakened by gunfire.

Villanistas went directly to Ravel’s store, a man who sold guns across the border. A new government degree made it against the law to sell guns across the border. Ravel kept the money and didn’t deliver the guns, so the story goes. Some think that may have been the cause of the raid. Seventeen year old Arthur Ravel was dragged from under his bed in his underwear. His father was in El Paso at the dentist.  Arthur lived to tell his story.

Above picture from the Historical Society Museum shows Pancho at a friendlier time. Susan Parks, a 19-year-old telephone operator heard noises outside her living quarters at a Columbus Print Shop. Peering out the window she saw Villa’s men lurking nearby. She scooped up her sleeping daughter and crept toward the town’s switchboard to summon aid. She lit a match to see the keys and a volley of gunfire exploded the shop’s window. Glass splinters tore into her face, neck, arms and into the face of her daughter. She stashed Gwen under the bed and when it got light enough, she carefully crept back to the switchboard and sent word to Fort Bliss that a group of Mexicans was shooting up the town.These, are just a couple personal stories that the historical society has in their museum, along with many pictures and a clock that was struck with a bullet registering the time of the raid.

Members of the Border Patrol on horse back raised and held the colors for the hour ceremony.

Pictures and a biography of those killed hang at the base of the review stand for all to see and read. This year, for the first time, the Society invited Dr. Robert H. Bouilly, a Historian at Fort Bliss to make a presentation at the Memorial. He pointed out how many of them were not U.S. Citizens, like Fred Green, the first of the soldiers to die. Serving in the army was a path to citizenship then. Three units of Villanistas attacked  Fort Furlong, where Green was on guard near the stables. The rest of the encampment, was unarmed. They had to break open the armory to get weapons. The Villanistas were after the horses and Green was actually trampled to death after being wounded.

Struggling with the cold wind trying to blow his notes away and carry his voice off with them, Dr. Bouilly gave an in depth  account of some of those killed in the raid, and an account of victims of the raid that are not included in the official count of those lost. He spoke of a Mexican businessman who came to town and was in the hotel. The Villanistas had hauled the men out to the street outside and the women, after taking their jewelry and valuables, into the lobby. He was planning to kill them all. The business man who spoke excellent Spanish, convinced the, “…we are all Mexicans.”  He took each woman under a dim light and showed them they were all Mexicans, which they were not. The Villanistas  let them live. His body was found two days later over the border. He was never listed as one of those who died in the raid.

Nor was Yarbrough, a man who was seemingly only slightly wounded. He died from complications with gangrene three years later. Or, the wife of John Walker, who never got over his death and had several mental breakdowns after the horrific killings she witnessed.

James Todd Dean died in the raid. His cousin, Tom Dean was present at the ceremony and has a remarkable likeness to the picture above with his hat and sunglasses removed.

Dean called out the names of those Military dead. In the background someone struck a bell at each name.

And then he laid the wreath at the foot of the Memorial. Another man did the same for the civilian casualties.  While some relatives are bitter about the park being named after Pancho Villa, Dean is one of those who is not.  The whole review was interesting and informative and we were glad we braved the chill.

We revisited the State Park Museum, as well, and looked once more at this 1915 Dodge, full of holes. The driver was wounded, his wife took the wheel and with a good lead, the family of three escaped. In a similar chase in another vehicle, the husband  was killed and his wife and kids got out and lay by his body and pretended to be dead. They lived to to tell the tale.

The Museum has other things in it besides an account of the raid. This was the first airbase and a Jenny is mounted to the ceiling. The instructions say, “Do not inspect the Jenny, or you will never want to fly her.”  The reason being, the skin is made of cloth.

Because of the heat, soldiers at one time were housed in two-man adobe “tents”.

We hiked into town and had delicious Mexican food at a hole-in-the-wall family owned Mexican restaurant. The owner had to attend the store next door, and then come back to cook for us. No adjoining door.

Get ready now, federales,
Be prepared for very hard rides,
For Villa and his soldiers
Will soon take off your hides!

A good profile of the Robin Hood of Mexico, Pancho Villa, hated by thousands, loved by millions at the following link.

http://www.desertusa.com/mag07/feb07/villa.html

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