The History You Know Is Probably Wrong

For about four years I have tried to explain on this blog website, what Dickinson, North Dakota is actually like.  This has been very hard to do, because there is so much disinformation, misinformation, lies, people willing to believe whatever they hear or are told, people parroting back what sounds good, and the deliberate manipulation of people.

In the approximately six years that I have lived in Dickinson, I have only ever personally met three or four people who ever made over $100,000 per year working in the oil field, yet television news, radio, newspaper, trade journals, and magazines claimed for years that everyone was making $100,000 per year working in the oil field in North Dakota.

Local people, business people, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government representatives commonly made the statement, “This Oil Boom is going to last for the next twenty years.”  Yet this Oil Boom lasted for only seven years, from 2007 to 2014.  The North Dakota Oil Boom in the late 1970s lasted about seven years, and the North Dakota Oil Boom in the 1950s lasted about seven years.

As frustrating as it has been to even get the truth out about what is actually happening in Dickinson, North Dakota right now, in the present, I am reluctant to share anything as difficult to understand as the World history that everyone knows is probably incorrect.  I am not just talking about the fact that Christopher Columbus did not discover America in 1492, and that there is evidence that there were other Europeans and Middle Easterners here much earlier.

As an introduction, there probably have been enough bits and pieces of information presented in magazines like National Geographic, or on television networks like the History channel or the Discovery channel, to make people living today suspicious about the history that we do not know.  For instance, the stone blocks used to construct the Egyptian pyramids and the South American pyramids are sometimes cut more precisely, placed more precisely, and are larger than what we can transport with modern technology.

Another area of history that is suspicious, is that all throughout North America, from the period of the European colonists arriving in the 1500s until the present day, there is documentation of giant human skeletons, correspondingly large tools and other objects being unearthed.  Ten foot tall human skeletons with 30 lb axes, being uncovered from Maine all the way to Texas.

Recently, throughout the World, there have been researchers who began to speculate and believe, that there is evidence that the recent World history from the past two hundred years is a lie.  I will briefly explain a few reasons why they believe this, that have to do with World maps, hundreds of thousands of orphans World-wide in the late 1800s, and the existence of World-wide architecture that does not fit local history.

Some researchers have examined maps of the World from the 1500s and 1600s.  These maps sometimes showed many towns and even large cities existing in Mexico, the Southern U.S., Northern U.S., and Western U.S. prior to what we “know” to be the colonization and settling of the United States by Europeans in the 1500s and 1600s.

Throughout Europe and North America in the late 1800s, there were hundreds of thousands of orphans and historical accounts of the placement of these orphans, who were sometimes called “foundlings”.  Entire train loads of orphans.  Where did all of these orphans come from?

On every continent of the World, there are large classical Roman Architecture stone buildings.  Researchers have begun to wonder, how could these massive and ornate grand buildings have been constructed in countries, where neither the native people or the European settlers had the skill, equipment, or means to build them at the time they were said to have been constructed, or even now at the present time?

In summary, with the existence of large cities in North America and other continents before the European settlers arrived, with the existence of large ornate stone buildings before the European settlers arrived, and the mystery of hundreds of thousands of orphans being relocated in the late 1800s World-wide, researchers speculate that many of the great cities of the World were not created when, how, or by who history tells us, they might have been already existing and new-arrivals merely moved in.

There is also speculation, that previously existing World-wide technology has been lost, suppressed, or hidden.  Technology that once provided free energy, and would have allowed for and explain the large stone structures that exist, that we can not duplicate in modern times.

Here is a video from an Australian named Max Igan.  I don’t believe everything that he proposes, but considering what he says makes you realize that the history we have been taught may not be correct:

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Columnist Rob Port, And A 12 Year Old Shooting A Wildebeest

Every day I try to read the Dickinson Press newspaper stories on the internet.  Just now, I read a short article by columnist Rob Port titled “It’s Just An Animal”.

I was shocked at the title of this article, what Rob Port had to say, and what this article was about.  Apparently, a 12 year old girl from Fargo named Sylvia Peach Leiviska, shot and killed a 600 lb wildebeest on a game preserve in South Africa.

Everything about this sickens and astonishes me.  I can not understand, that people believe that because we have higher intelligence than other animals, that we have the right to kill them.  If this kind of thinking is O.K., sound, and logical, it should be acceptable to kill stupid people, developmentally disabled people, mentally disabled people, mentally ill people, drug addicted people, and unproductive people.

Do people even realize, that there is a whole spectrum of intelligence among people, and if it ever came to it being acceptable for intelligent people to kill less intelligent people, many of you, many of us, would find out that we were deemed killable?

Or, do people even realize, that there are more advanced, more intelligent beings in the Universe, and if it is O.K. for more intelligent beings to kill and harvest the less intelligent beings, that this means us?

Yes, I understand that if I eat animal meat, that an animal was killed for it.  I wish that I never would have started out in life eating animal meat, and that there was an equal or better substitute for the food value of animal meat.

If I had to personally shoot and butcher cows and pigs in order to get meat, I would eat a lot less meat, maybe none at all.  I don’t even like to fish very much anymore, and when I do, I release the fish right away.

Even when I was a kid, but especially as I grew older, I could see that all animals, including us humans, have a similar life.  We start out as fumbling infants, and spend our entire lives trying to get food, water, make a shelter, stay warm and dry, obtain resources that we need, and keep ourselves and our family safe.

Us humans, with our language, writing, science, technology, and manufacturing, can produce water resistant clothing, very insulated clothing, high magnification spotting scopes, long range accurate rifles with high magnification scopes, off-road hunting buggies and four-wheelers, large four-door four-wheel-drive 500 horsepower off-road trucks, and we use all of this to shoot an animal, that doesn’t have anything, and then celebrate this like it was a personal victory?

The domestic cattle that we raise for food, if I had to do it, or for whoever has to do it, I would walk right up to it and shoot it in the head as quickly as possible, so that the animal would not experience being terrorized, it would just be dead.  And I sure as hell would not be proud of it, and wanting to have my picture taken.

No animal, not even Rob Port, would like being in an enclosed game preserve, having lived through the experience before of tourists coming to try to hunt and shoot them, knowing that they are captive and that it is only a matter of time before they are killed.

Maybe one night, on a desolate stretch of highway, some aliens will stop Rob Port’s car, chase him around through the woods, taser him, have their young take a photograph beside his immobilized body, and then roast him on a spit alive, because that’s the most tasty way to do it.  It would be all in fun and sport for the aliens, but not for Rob, but he doesn’t really feel anything, because he’s not as evolved as the aliens, as they are accustomed to saying.

Ape Creatures And Prime Rib At The Paragon In Dickinson, North Dakota

I have gotten into or nearly gotten into more trouble at the Paragon Bowling Alley & Diner in Dickinson, North Dakota than the sum total of everywhere else I have ever been in my entire life.

There are only two reasons now why I ever go to the Paragon Bowling Alley & Diner: if one of my friends is there, or if it is Prime Rib night on Saturday.

This Saturday I spent working on one of my vehicles at my friend’s house, and going to Mac’s Tool, Tractor Supply, and Menards to get parts.  Once it got dark at about 5:30 p.m., I couldn’t see what I was doing anymore, so I called it quits for the day.  I was hungry, and I was planning on going to the drive-thru of a fast food restaurant on the way home, when I realized that it was Saturday, and it was Prime Rib night at the Paragon.

I decided that I would drive by the Paragon, and if one of my friends was there, I would eat there.  I didn’t see any of my friends’ vehicles in the parking lot, but I parked my vehicle, and I went inside to see who was in the diner.  There were not very many people eating in the diner, it was not crowded, maybe a total of ten people at three different tables, so I thought that I would eat here.

I sat at the counter in order to not take up a table in case other groups of people came to eat.  The Prime Rib dinner at the Paragon on Saturday night is $16.95, and it comes with a baked potato, and your choice of soup, or a bowl of lettuce.

John Mueller who is in his late fifties, is the manager of the Paragon Bowling Alley & Diner, which was established by his father, Dick Mueller, in the 1960s or 1970s.  John’s mother Bernice, who is in her eighties, still works in the diner sometimes.

If you ever watched the television show “Fantasy Island” in the 1970s, where all of the guests were greeted by the character “Mr. Roarke”, who always wore a white three-piece suit, John Mueller is kind of like Mr. Roarke, in a way.  You see, just as Mr. Roarke planned out an elaborate fantasy for each one of his guests, John Mueller hires your fantasy waitresses, if your fantasy happens to be being waited on by drug addict women from Couer D’Alene, Seattle, or Spokane, or women from the county jail, or women from prison, or the latest fantasy, female Ape Creatures.

When I went to the Paragon on Thursday morning this week to see a friend of mine, and when I went to the Paragon this Saturday night, I saw that John Mueller has hired a whole entire clan of Ape Creatures.  On Thursday morning, one of the big female Ape Creatures who weighed about 300 lbs, she had orange hair, and she was fairly well trained, as she could do most things, but in a blunt kind of way.

On this Saturday night, there was a different 300 lb female Ape Creature with very short light colored hair waitressing, along with a smaller female Ape Creature weighing about 225 lb, with dark hair.  Both of these creatures were going through the motions of waitressing, though they appeared to be a little confused.

I watched these two Ape Creatures for about five minutes.  It was taking all of their effort and concentration to bring things to the three tables of customers who had already been seated.  What appeared to be causing some confusion, and posed a dilemma for them, was that they didn’t grasp the concept that they didn’t have to stand in front of the cook’s window waiting for food to be put out, that they could go and do other things.

Partly because of their fascination with the cook’s food window where they remained standing and staring, or perhaps because I reminded them of someone who had once shot and killed one of their family members, neither of the two Ape Creatures came over to take my order.

I went looking for John Mueller who I had seen when I arrived, to tell him that his Ape Creatures were not taking my order, but apparently John had gone to the other side of the island, as he was no where to be found.

If you know anything about me, you might think that getting to see Ape Creatures up close and eating Prime Rib would be an enjoyable night for me.  It turns out that I only want to see Ape Creatures in the wild, and that they do not make very good waitresses.  I never did get any Prime Rib to eat.

Watch Rachel Cook, It’s Just As Good As A Bigfoot Video

I live in Dickinson, North Dakota, where there is a shortage of women.  Most women, try to run away from Dickinson, because there is nothing to do, no where to go, and it is very cold and grey.

I have very little to do.  I watch YouTube videos of some women, and videos about Bigfoot.  I like videos about Bigfoot, but this video of Rachel Cook is just as good:

I Wish That I Could Force You To Understand Dickinson, North Dakota

I have been writing about Dickinson, North Dakota on this blog website for a little over four years now.  For those of you who don’t know why I started writing about Dickinson, it was because Dickinson, Williston, and Minot, North Dakota were the towns in the middle of the Oil Boom in North Dakota that occurred from 2007 through 2014, and I was living in Dickinson.

During the Oil Boom years, there was a great amount of chaos, confusion, development, excitement, optimism, hype, misinformation, and people being taken advantage of.  For those of you who don’t remember, have forgotten, or never knew what happened from 2007 through 2014 in Dickinson, here is a short synopsis:

Most people did not know that 2007 through 2014 was North Dakota’s third Oil Boom.  There was an oil discovery boom in the 1950s, and there was an oil market shortage boom in the late 1970s.  Dickinson had experienced an influx of oil field workers and oil companies before, in the 1950s, and the 1970s.  Well-informed people, well-educated people, and intelligent business people in Dickinson knew from past experience that these Oil Booms last about seven years, that’s why they are called a “Boom” in the first place.

However, even though there were very wealthy people, moderately wealthy people, influential people, politicians, elected representatives, large land owners, and community leaders in Dickinson who all knew from the previous two Oil Booms in North Dakota, that these Oil Booms last for about seven years, rather than trying to manage this Oil Boom in the most effective way for everyone, they either tried to benefit personally at the expense and suffering of others, or they did nothing to stop the taking advantage and suffering of others.

For those of you who were not here, or do not know what I am talking about when I write about the taking advantage of others and the suffering of others, I will explain:

All over the United States, television, radio, newspaper, and magazine media frequently announced that everyone working in North Dakota was making over $100,000 per year due to the Oil Boom.  This was not true at all, the average wage rate in western North Dakota was about $15 per hour at the time.

Believing that they were going to make $100,000 per year in North Dakota like they heard about, people who were struggling financially, or who were broke, used the very last money that they had to travel to Dickinson or Williston.  When they got here, one-bedroom apartments that had once rented for $300 per month, were now $1,500 per month.  With $3,000 due at lease signing for first month’s rent and security deposit, for the cheapest apartments available, most people could not afford a place to live.

Though business was booming in Dickinson, and many wealthy people were becoming even wealthier, there was deliberately and intentionally no homeless shelter in Dickinson.  The people who had been lured to North Dakota by the announcements that everyone was making $100,000 per year, ended up sleeping in their cars in the parking lot of WalMart or the Tiger Truck Stop.  Or, if they arrived in Dickinson by bus or by hitch hiking, they slept under bridges, in the bushes at Patterson Lake, or in the bushes behind businesses.  In the winter, it gets down to -30 degrees Fahrenheit in Dickinson.

When quick, short-term housing solutions, such as the permitting of temporary housing called “man-camps” were proposed, the building permits were denied, due to citizens of Dickinson supposedly fearing “rape” from all the men.  However, the permits for many, many large apartment complexes were approved, even though the occupants would be the same men who would have lived in the man-camps, who were feared for “rape”, but apparently not if they paid $2,000 per month rent for a new apartment.

During the Oil Boom of 2007 through 2014, I witnessed many, many people arriving in Dickinson who were financially broke, who had been lured here by television, radio, newspaper, and magazine announcements about everyone making $100,000 per year in North Dakota.  This was not true, even after living in Dickinson for six years, I have only ever personally met about three or four people who made $100,000 for even one year, working in the oil field.

One of the very first things that I tried to do when I started this blog website four years ago, was to try to get the information out there, that most people were not making $100,000 per year in North Dakota or the oil field, that this was a lie.  I tried to explain what the employment situation was really like.  I tried to explain that only young men between the ages of 18 to 30 years old, who were able-bodied, in good physical condition, with no physical defect, would even be considered to start out working on an oil drill rig, where they would work 12 hours per day, for fourteen days in a row, at about $23 per hour, and make nearly $100,000 per year.

I tried to explain in my blog posts that the vast majority of the job openings in North Dakota were not on an oil drill rig, some were in the oil field, what these other oil field jobs were, what skills and abilities these other oil field jobs required, what it would be like working in the oil field, and what other jobs there were in Dickinson.

I also wrote blog posts explaining that there was a shortage of housing in Dickinson, and that housing was very expensive.  I tried to counter what the television, radio, newspapers, magazines, Chamber of Commerce, North Dakota Job Services, business owners, and politicians were saying in order to try to get people from all over the United States to move to Dickinson or Williston, not knowing what they would be getting into.

During the Oil Boom, I had jobs where I was paid $12 per hour, $15 per hour, $16 per hour, $17, $18, $19, and $20 per hour.  But I had a college degree in engineering, management experience, experience operating heavy equipment, experience in construction, experience in heavy mechanical equipment assembly, and I was able-bodied.  From what I saw, from the people that I worked with, and my experience living in Dickinson, the average hourly wage was about $15 during the Oil Boom.

There were times when the local WalMart paid $15 per hour.  But many businesses paid less than $15 per hour for store clerks, front desk people, customer service people, retail workers, fast food workers, restaurant workers, drivers, general laborers, caregivers, and many other jobs.  For instance, the TSA at the Dickinson airport paid officers $14 per hour.

At the same time that the average hourly wage in Dickinson was about $15 per hour, some of the cheapest old one-bedroom apartments rented for $1,500 per month.  If a person worked for 50 hours each week at $15 per hour, with overtime pay that comes out to about $820 per week before taxes, about $700 per week after taxes, and a take home pay of about $2,800 per month.

Starting out with a take home pay of $2,800 per month, and subtracting rent $1,500; utilities $150; cell phone $50; car insurance $100; car payment $200; fuel $150; leaves $650 left over for the entire month for food, clothing, and everything else.  That’s less than $20 per day that you could spend on food.  What if you had a child, a medical emergency, or a major car repair?

I wondered, and I wrote about, what kind of people would double, triple, and quadruple the rent and housing prices in order to gouge and take advantage of the out-of-state workers who came to Dickinson, many of whom were struggling financially to begin with or were completely broke?

You need to know and keep in mind, that outside of Dickinson there is more vacant, barren, flat, undeveloped land than almost anywhere else in the United States.  There is no scarcity of land to build on. The land outside of Dickinson is almost as vacant as the deserts of Arizona, Nevada, or Utah.  Though the land outside of Dickinson is not as dry as the desert, it is very, very cold in North Dakota from October through April, that’s seven months out of the year, and this is one of the reasons why there are less than one million people living in the entire state of North Dakota.

With such an abundance of vacant, barren, undeveloped land, why were the rent prices in Dickinson and Williston higher than any place else in the United States, higher than even New York City and San Francisco?  The local people liked to say that it was a matter of supply and demand, low supply of housing, and a high demand for housing.  But like I just got done explaining, there is more vacant, barren, undeveloped land outside of Dickinson, than almost any place else in the United States.

Keep in mind, that the well-informed people, well-educated people, the intelligent business people, the wealthy people, and the large land owners in Dickinson knew about the oil discovery boom in the 1950s, and the oil market shortage boom in the 1970s that occurred in North Dakota.  They knew from these previous two Oil Booms, about all the workers and oil companies that come to North Dakota during the Oil Booms.

The doubling, tripling, and quadrupling of the rent and housing prices that occurred in Dickinson, was not merely a matter of supply and demand.  There was more to it than that.  If you have foreknowledge that something is going to occur, where people will experience a scarcity or lack of some necessity, and you seek to take advantage of this scarcity, and even take steps to keep this scarcity from being alleviated so that you can personally benefit financially, you are unethically taking advantage and gouging other people.  I will give a couple of examples for you to think about:

When a hurricane was approaching the east coast of the United States, and everyone needed to prepare for an emergency, some businesses used to sharply increase the price of fuel, drinking water, plywood, generators, and other emergency supplies.  Do you know that this practice is now illegal, and that business owners are now criminally prosecuted for this?

What if you and your business associates created or helped form a retirement community in Nevada, an isolated community consisting of modest, inexpensive, single-wide manufactured homes on 50 ft. x 100 ft. lots, for sale for about $50,000.  Once each of these modest manufactured homes had been sold, what if you doubled, tripled, and quadrupled the price that you charged for water, knowing that there was no other water service available, and that the cost to drill a well would be about $20,000, which these low-income residents would be unable to afford?

Just because someone can see a way to take advantage of and gouge other people on the price of a necessity that they will need, this in no way means that this is ethical, moral, or even legal.

What was actually going on in Dickinson and Williston, was that the wealthy people, the business owners, the property owners, elected representatives, politicians, community leaders, spokespeople for the oil industry, and spokespeople for the North Dakota Job Services continued to perpetuate the lie that everyone who moved to North Dakota for work was making $100,000 per year, even though they knew that this was not true, that they would make much less money than this, and that more than half of their pay would be spent on housing because they had quadrupled the price of housing in North Dakota.

The reasons for spreading this lie all over the United States and luring people to North Dakota were:

  • To bring as many people as possible to the state to be able to rent, lease, and sell all property available.
  • To bring as many people as possible to the state to occupy or buy all property available, to cause a shortage, and be able to greatly increase rents, leases, and property prices.
  • To cause the need, the requirement, or the perception, that there needed to be new apartments constructed, new housing constructed, new retail stores constructed, new grocery stores, new schools, new hospitals, and new infrastructure like water towers and roads.
  • To lure property developers and business entrepreneurs to the state build developments and start new businesses.
  • To bring customers to the state to increase business and sales.
  • To greatly increase tax revenue to the state in sales tax, personal income tax, and property tax revenue.
  • To bring a surplus of workers to the state to try to keep wages low.

After writing about all of this for four years, I realized or discovered several surprising, sinister schemes.  What is even more surprising, and kind of funny, is that most of the people who sought to take advantage of others and be predatory, have been set up for financial ruin, and they don’t even know it yet.  I will explain.

The ordinary people in Dickinson, whether local people or from out-of-state, each of them are aware of only a fraction of what is going on.  They are often very susceptible to lies and misinformation, their circumstances in life change greatly when their rent is increased, their hourly wage rate is increased, or they lose their job.  They are practically slaves or livestock, and they don’t even know it.  They were likely to parrot the phrases that they were taught, such as “This Oil Boom is going to last for the next 20 years”, and then later “The Oil Boom is coming back” or the ever perpetual phrase “Things are starting to pick up again.”

The business people, business owners, property owners, property developers, elected representatives, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government agency spokespeople, were or are, kind of like the herders, shepherds, shearers, fleecers, milkers, and egg gatherers of the ordinary people, who are like slaves or livestock.

The business people, business owners, property owners, property developers, elected representatives, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government agency spokespeople thought that they were all in agreement, all with the same program, of continuing to encourage people to move to North Dakota because it accomplishes their goals of having customers, making sales, having properties rented or leased, having properties sell, keeping property values high, and keeping tax revenue coming in.  So they all keep making announcements that there are thousands of high paying job vacancies in the oil field of North Dakota, even though there aren’t.

But when I, and several of my friends were unable to get home loans from banks in Dickinson recently, I discovered something odd.  Eventually I realized that there is an entirely different plan in place, that is unknown to 99.95% of the people in Dickinson.  The wealthiest 0.05% of the people in Dickinson, which includes the local Bank owners, have a completely different plan.

Despite what the business owners, property owners, property developers, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government spokespeople are saying about the thousands of high paying job vacancies in the oil field in North Dakota currently, in order to try to keep the economy going, the Bank owners and the wealthiest 0.05% are preparing for an economic collapse.

When I and several of my friends were denied home loans recently by Banks, even though our income was sufficient to make the mortgage payments, and we had each been at our present jobs for more than four years, it was like the Banks were saying, “Even though you currently earn enough money to make the mortgage payments, and you have been at your present job for more than four years, we don’t believe that you will keep your job, or be able to get another job in Dickinson, and we don’t want to foreclose on a property that will be worth much, much less than your mortgage with the bank.”  In other words, the Banks are preparing for an economic collapse in Dickinson, where many people will lose their job, be unable to get another job, and property values will fall.

I began to realize that what the Bank owners know, what the wealthiest 0.05% of North Dakotans knew all along, was that these Oil Booms in North Dakota last about seven years.  You can make money on the way up, you can rent properties, lease properties, sell properties, build some properties and sell them, but you need to sell or hold during the way up, don’t buy anything, unless it is very early on.  The real money to be made, is when the economic collapse comes, then you can buy businesses, equipment, buildings, houses, and properties for 10% of what they cost.

The funny thing is, that the business people, business owners, property owners, property developers, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government spokespeople, all believed that they had the same goal, were on the same page about growth, and keeping the economy going, when all along the wealthiest 0.05% of North Dakotans were just eagerly awaiting the economic collapse that was inevitable.

The business people, business owners, property owners, and property developers that were kind of the herders, shearers, fleecers, milkers, and egg gatherers of the ordinary working people, taking advantage of them and gouging them on rent, leases, and real estate, once the economy in Dickinson collapses, they will be broke or in a very bad financial position.  The wealthiest 0.05%, who knew this was coming years ago, have been waiting for this.

Business people, business owners, property owners, and property developers that once took advantage of other people, will then be taken advantage of.  Whatever they built, created, bought, or owned, they will end up losing it, and perhaps be paid 10% of what it cost them.

You Can Now Stay In My Childhood Home, For As Little As $217 Nightly, (30 day minimum stay)

I was looking on the internet for some old historic photographs of the house where I lived in Edgewater, Florida from when I was about one year old through five years old, to include in my previous blog post.  I wished that my family would have never left this property, because it was one of the few houses remaining that started out as a homestead or small citrus farm, that happened to be on the Indian River.

Behind this house there were several very large mulberry trees, and many varieties of orange and grapefruit trees that had been planted both ornamentally, and in grove rows.  The riverfront houses on either side of this house were on very large, deep lots, but this house was still on a couple of acres of land, even after some of its original land had been sold off.

Once my father sold this house, it was torn down, and not long after, this property was divided into two or three smaller lots.  Even back then in the 1970s, it would have been difficult to find any house on the Indian River from Jacksonville to Miami that had more than one acre of land.

I looked and looked on the internet for anything that resembled this house and this property in Volusia County, Florida, when to my surprise I found this advertisement, with forty-six photographs, of the house where we moved when I was six years old, where my family lived until I was seventeen years old.  This is the house that I grew up in:

https://www.rentbyowner.com/property/salt-aire-a-historic-riverfront-pool-home-with-spa-deep-water-dock-boat-slip-wet-slip-a-boater-s-dream/HA-1416568

I have gotten used to the contrast of growing up and living in this house shown in the photographs, on the river in a small quiet town in Florida, to living in the barren, desolate, bitterly cold Dickinson, North Dakota with unfriendly people and nasty, mean, unattractive, overweight women.  It’s just like being in prison, like the gulag archipelago.

My sister and her husband still live on the Indian River, only further south, in a much larger house, with an elevator.  My father moved to the Blue Ridge Mountain area of North Carolina about ten years ago.

The house shown in the photographs is much different than the way it was when my family lived there.  It has been through at least two very major renovations, which probably cost maybe $350,000 to $600,000 in total, especially if you include the dock that was built, swimming pool addition, making the two-story garage into an apartment, and making the third-story attic into a guest bedroom with its own bathroom.

I was about to write that this is probably a $1 million home now, but then I thought, why not go look at Zillow, Trulia, or Realtor.com to see.  Sure enough, this home is currently for sale for $1,185,000.

On the Zillow website, it shows that this home was listed for sale at $1,375,000 in January of 2018, this must have been right after the most recent renovations were completed.  Because in March of 2015, this home was purchased for $500,000.

But wait, here’s the latest video:

My Black Babysitter And The Red Eyed Man

From shortly after I was born to when I was five years old, my family lived in an old, large, two-story house on the Indian River in Edgewater, Florida.  This house was unusual in that it was one of the first houses built in this area, which in the 1970s, was still not completely developed.

The person who built this house back in the early 1900s had their pick of the best home sites, and he picked a location on one of the highest bluffs overlooking the Indian River, not just because of the view, or that he planned on doing some farming and this was not low swamp land, but because this home site would not flood during a hurricane.

In the early 1900s, there was probably an awareness that the reason why this particular spot was so high, was because the Native Americans in this region had used it as a burial ground for hundreds of years, what the local people referred to as a “burial midden”.  These burial middens contained hundreds of thousands of oyster shells and clam shells that had been discarded daily by the Native Americans living along the Indian River, for hundreds of years.  But these burial middens also contained human remains.

These high bluffs and high mounds covered with old oak trees along the Indian River were too good a home site for people to not pick these spots to build their home.  Although later some residents would be woken up at night by ghosts and apparitions of Native Americans standing there looking at them, unhappy about their burial site being disturbed.

The person who built the house where we lived was very energetic and dedicated in planting the largest variety of trees, fruit trees, bushes, hedges, ferns, and flowers that I have ever seen to this day, some of these plants I would have to look up to tell you what they were.

There was one large magnolia tree in the front yard beside the long driveway coming up the hill, a handful of different kinds of large palm type plants with very large long pointed ends, a lugustrum hedge around the house, a large very dense grove of a variety of bamboo trees in the west yard surrounding a small guest cottage, Boston fern and elephant ear plants on the back side of the house, rows of hibiscus flowers, and then several large mulberry trees, several kumquat trees, then rows of tangerine trees, naval orange trees, regular orange trees, grapefruit trees, and grape vines along the back wire fence.

By the time that my family lived there, all of the trees, shrubs, bamboo, flowers, ferns, elephant ears, mulberry trees, orange trees, and grapefruit trees had long ago reached maturity, and everything was now overgrown, and somewhat growing into each other, like a tropical forest or an abandoned plantation.  The old house was not in the best of condition either.

My mother was not into cleaning, and the house was not clean, it was a mess.  It was very common in the 1970s in small towns in Florida to hire a Black woman as a maid, though this practice was on its way out.  My mother and father set out to hire a Black maid.

In most of the small towns in Florida in the 1970s, the towns were separated into White Town, and Colored Town, by the railroad tracks.  No Blacks lived in White Town, but some Blacks worked in White Town.  You had to go through an intermediary or intercessor of sorts in order to get Black people as hired help, because the two cultures lived somewhat apart at the time, they were not inter mixed or inter meshed.

Somehow, the Black woman that was sent for the position of maid at our house, turned out to be “Lucy”.  Lucy was a large lady, but she was very old.  She was just about too old and arthritic to be able to work anymore as a maid, but she was sent to our house anyway.  I remember that Lucy did not like the looks of the condition of the inside of our house, it was unkempt and dirty in just about every way.

I remember only a little Lucy doing cleaning like vacuuming or mopping the floors.  It seemed like before long her primary job became to babysit me, which she was contented in doing because she was old, arthritic, and never had any children of her own.

Lucy ended up working for my family for about eight years, until she died.  The time that she worked for my family, was a lifetime to me, because she came into our home when I was about three years old.

Lucy had been married about six or seven times, and every time her husband had died somehow.  The first time that she was married, she was about twelve or thirteen.  She didn’t really know exactly how old she was, she could have been as old as ninety.  Even if she was in her eighties, she would have been born in the late 1800s.

Lucy had had a very hard life.  The South was certainly segregated in the 1890s through the 1960s, though many forms of segregation continued through the 1970s in small towns.  The older Blacks in the South had their own separate culture and society, that was completely apart from White people.

As a small child, Lucy would take me around with her in her car, in Colored Town, and I will explain a little about the differences.  Black people would just about always stop in the middle of the road when passing another Black person, to gossip and socialize.  They all had different names for each other that they went by such as “Big Apple”, who was an older Black lady that was from New York City, the “Big Apple”.  And, they spoke a different language.

Some Black phrases that I can remember are, “…I ain’t studying that…”, which meant “…I wasn’t going along with that…”, or “…Awe, shuck it now!…”, which meant “…Oh, come on now!…”  There was a lot of “…Oooh Lawd have mercyyy!…Chile, I ain’t studying that…Awe, shuck it now!”

Keeping in mind that Lucy was born in the 1890s, way before electricity was brought into poor areas of the South, before the first Model T Fords were invented, before anyone had telephones, back when White people rode on horses or in wagons, and Black people walked everywhere, often in the dark, Black people were very fearful.  Black people were fearful when they had to walk long distances through forests and swamps in the pitch black dark, not knowing what wild animals, creatures, spirits, spooks, and haints were going to try to get them.

Lucy told me many stories about the “Red Eyed Man” of whom she was most fearful.  Though I remember many stories that Lucy had told me about the “Red Eyed Man”, it wasn’t until a few days ago, forty-five years later, that I knew what she was talking about.  Oh no, I thought, she was talking about a real thing, but me, my parents, and my sister never knew.

After listening to many, many stories recently on YouTube channels such as “Dixie Cryptid” or “PacWest Bigfoot” where listeners submit their own Bigfoot encounter stories, they often talk about the red reflective glare from the eyes of Bigfoot at night.  It wasn’t until I was listening to “Dixie Cryptid” stories of Bigfoot from Mississippi, that I realized what the “Red Eyed Man” was that Lucy kept talking about, and was so scared of.

Here is one of Lucy’s stories about the Red Eyed Man that I can remember pretty clearly:

There was this lady friend of mine in Georgia, that wanted to go fishing.  She knew a place that she wanted to go, and we drove there just before it got dark.  We drove over a bridge, and she said to me, “You go fish along that side of the river, and I will walk down here and fish on this side of the river.”

I looked on that side of the river, and there were trees all along that side of the river.  I got my lantern, and my cane pole, and I crossed over the bridge, and I could see that lady walking way, way down the other side of the river.

I began walking down the other side of the river, and it was getting dark.  I got to a spot where I wanted to fish and I sat down and put my line out.  But I could feel that something was watching me, watching me from those trees.  I was getting scared, and I didn’t want to fish no more, and I wish that that lady would come on, but I didn’t see her coming.

I lit my lantern, and I could see that Red Eyed Man looking at me from the trees.  I thought to myself, “Oh Lord have mercy!!!  Get me on outa here!!!”  So I picked up my pole, and I picked up my lantern, and I started walking back along the river bank, and I could see that Red Eyed Man following along with me in the trees.

Just before I got to the bridge, there was this great big tall thin green tree, but it was green, and all of a sudden that tree came down, making a sound like “Ooooooo, wham!”  But that tree was green!

Oh, I nearly had a hard attack, and I said, “Oh Lord God, please, please, let me get over this tree.”  And I stepped over the tree slowly and carefully, and I crossed over that bridge, and I got back in that car, and I lock all the doors, and I said, “Oh please let that lady come on, I want to get outta here!”

One of the reasons why I remembered this story as having more significance now, was Lucy had emphasized to me many times, that just before she got to the bridge, there was this big tall thin green tree that came down right in front of her.  She was emphasizing to me that it was green, meaning that it was not old brown and rotten.

The part of Lucy’s story about the big tall thin green tree coming down right in front of her, and the Red Eyed Man following her, at the time made Lucy’s story seem implausible to me, though it was scary.

If you read or listen to many, many Bigfoot encounter stories, not only do Bigfoot have a very bright red eye shine, they often push over large healthy green trees to frighten and warn people away.

Also, Lucy was always frightened of the Red Eyed Man being up in the trees, that this is where he liked to be.  In reading and listening to many Bigfoot encounters in swampy areas or areas beside rivers, Bigfoot do like to get up in trees in these areas.

I hadn’t known or realized that all these stories that Lucy was telling me about the Red Eyed Man, were actually about Bigfoot, and that they probably did occur.