Friday, March 28, 2008

Flashback Friday....Crown Point, Indiana 1934

So, I'm sitting next to Jeremy before church on Easter Sunday and he asks if I'm going to Crown Point on Monday. I ask him why and he tells me that Johnny Depp is suppose to be in town for the shooting of his new movie, Public Enemy, where he is playing John Dillinger. 

Without missing a beat, I say, "who's playing Grandpa Bryant?

Gangster Lore tells the story of John Dillinger being moved to the "inescapable jail" at Crown Point while he was waiting trial for a murder that took place during an East Chicago Bank robbery.
The story is a little different in every account printed, but he basically walked out of the jail, after holding up the guards with a fake gun (though many accounts say it was real), locking them in a cell and then leaving town in the sheriff's car.

Family Lore brings the Bryant's into the story by telling us that Grandpa Winfred Bryant was there on that infamous day and at least two written accounts of the story indicate that he may have been one of the first guards that dealt with Dillinger face to face.

I never met Grandpa Bryant as he died 10 years before I was born. So I don't have a first hand account of the story. I don't remember my mom ever talking about it (but most likely I was just too adolescent to listen). But here is what I have gathered from family and from written accounts. 
Apparently the city of Crown Point called in Volunteers and extra help from the area. Since Grandpa Bryant was a trustee he went to the jail to help provide the extra man-power to guard the famous criminal. We had always heard that Dillinger pulled a fake gun carved out of soap or wood and rounded up the guards (including Grandpa) and locked them in the cell and escaped.
I remember in the 80's when the Cobb's came for a visit, we took a tour of the jailhouse and there being a display of some sort. 
A few years ago, one of the local papers did an article rehashing the famous day and there was a collage of several clippings from by-gone papers and one had a story none of us remember hearing that actually had more detail. (Find this for me, Susie)!! I'm relying on memory to summarize, but basically it said that Winfred Bryant was the guard on duty in the exercise room where the prisoners were taken and it was here where Dillinger, possibly with the help (or holding up) of a maintenance man, gained possession of the keys and then pulled the famous "gun."
After my talk with Jeremy, I poked around on the Internet and found an excerpt from this book.
Here's what it has to say:
(note the misspelling of Grandpa's name is in the original)
"Prison handyman Sam Cahoon, sixty, went about his normal routine that morning, working the various dials controlling the maze of doors that allowed prisoners to file into the dayroom for breakfast. While the cons were at large, Cahoon then did something he had never done before in his six years at the jail. He opened the main cell-block door while the prisoners were out of their cells in the walkway. The normal procedure was to wait until they were locked down in the day room.
Suddenly, John Dillinger elbowed aside two African-American trustees, Charles Lewis and Ernest Walker, and appeared at the opened door. The gangster pushed Cahoon against the control box and shoved a pistol under his chin. "I don't want to kill anyone, so you just do what I tell you," Dillinger said, shifting the weapon to Cahoon's stomach. "If you want to live, get in the cell block and be quick about it!"
"What's the matter, John, haven't we been good to you?" Cahoon blurted.
"Never mind."
Guard Wilfred Bryant, standing a few feet away in shock, noticed Dillinger struggling to keep his grip on the weapon, at one point grabbing it with both hands. Bryant didn't know what to make of that---not that he had a lot of time to think about it. Herbert Youngblood, an African-American inmate charged with murder, approached Bryant wielding a toilet plunger handle. He asked Bryant if he had a gun. The petrified guard responded that he was unarmed. Youngblood then ushered Bryant and the trustees, Lewis and Walker, into the number-two cell. Cahoon started heading there as well, but Dillinger stopped him. "Not you, you stay out here, I have use for you. You're gonna take me outta here." 
(read more here)
I also remember, Aunt Mary telling me that she remembered Grandpa Bryant coming home after being gone a long while (maybe he stayed in CP) and coming into her room and giving her a gift.
So, I'm giving a shout out to all you Bryants (trying to expand the memory vault with the cousin emails off of Jane Sanders book), if you were lucky enough to hear Grandpa Bryant tell his story or smart enough to ask questions and old enough to listen cause you knew you would want to know, then email me your story or post it in a comment. 
Directions to here:
So who should play Grandpa Bryant?
I'm thinking Ed Harris
And if you want to see Darold Moore, I mean Johnny Depp, in Crown Point go here. (Don't you think Johnny looks like Darold)?

Monday, March 24, 2008

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter

Roadside Gospel

Friday, March 21, 2008

Good Friday Message...Southern Style

Roadside Testimony
(Mid-Central Georgia)

Flashback Friday...The Easter Donkey

As far as I remember, Easter Sundays were pretty traditional in our family.
Easter baskets were hid by the Easter Bunny
(well, at least I remember mine was, I suppose the brothers and sisters were too old by the time I came along)
and the sleep from the sandman was still in my eyes as I stumbled thru the house in a mad dash to find the basket and the candy.
Pretty traditional.
Once the basket was found, that's were we parted with tradition.
It seems the Easter Bunny wasn't the only one up to tricks on our Easter Sunday.
I remember searching for colored aluminum chocolate eggs and finding them all over the living room.
I don't know why it was there or where it came from, it seems it may have been a souvenior from somewhere, but there was a rather small iron Donkey that sat on or near the TV.
What made it so strange was, it amazingly laid chocolate egg after chocolate egg.
I would find one there and turn to put it in my basket and upon coming back to it, would be amazed to find another egg.
Apparantly, I didn't catch on very quickly and everyones laughter just made me think they were just as amazed as I was.
Turns out they were not laughing with me, but at me and my gullible 3, 4, 5 and 6 year old self.
Of course, I, still to this day prefer to believe that the Easter Donkey really did lay the eggs, but the look on my Dad's face may tell us who the real egg layer was!
Directions to here:
Do you remember the donkey?
Where did it come from and who started this odd but fun tradition?

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Go ahead and laugh at me....

Bobby yelled "Aunt Nancy!,"
when I walked in the door wearing it.
And when I looked up he, Amy and Joe were laughing at me with the look of "yep, she's crazy."
When I gave it to Farmer Jerry for his birthday present....he said,
"I ain't wearing that."
I said well, that's ok, I'll wear it when I come to the farm.
It's a perfect Gator hat.
Truth is, it was a cheap Birthday gift.
There is a thrift shop next to the bookstore and
instead of selling books they get, they sell them to us. I'm the buyer, so I end up spending a lot of time in their back room = I get to see a lot of "stuff." I saw the JD hat and asked how much and Ish, my thrift store worker friend, gave it to me for free.
It got tossed around the grand kids heads and ended up on the tv cabinet.
Fast forward to Moline Illinois and the Gathering of the Green, where there is all things vintage John Deere and guess what was in a booth:
priced:
$135.00
Yep.
Go ahead laugh at me, I'm crazy.
Looking good, Farmer Jerry!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Birthday Girls Rock the Shamrock!

Jamie and Shel showing off their Birth-date tats!
Happy Birthday to my lovely St. Patty's Day Nieces!

Rugby Star sighting at HPB

Every HPB employee that for ONE reason or another, it's no fun working on Saturdays.
Having said that, the perk of my Saturday at HPB
was seeing Shelby, the Rugby player,
(Yes, knock em down, no rules, Rugby),
along with super fans, Patty and Cody.
Didn't get to see the game, (pic from last year) cause I had to work,
but had a nice, but way to short visit, over my 59 minute lunch.

Thanks for being the highlight of my day
and sorry about the scary "Nancy's sister to the register" customer "service."

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Chip of the old (garage) block

"You know, we're related."
(yes, that's the ceiling..as in: floor to ceiling)

There is no denying it...I am true blue Vandercar,
as in Bob.
After 4 days of "Furniture moving project-slash-clean sweep,
I didn't get it all done and I still have too much:
Yeah, well, so what.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Flashback Friday....41 with 10 between

Marietta, Georgia
The Chicken & Heidi
April 1997



The Chicken & Me
March 2007

Directions to here:
"I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man, he said he's been down this road more than twice..."
(Everyday is a Winding Road ~ Sheryl Crow)

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Highway 41...Day 9...Georgia on My Mind











Well...
since the last two vacation/road trips I've scheduled time off for have not happened and I'm currently completely overwhelmed by the "furniture moving project" I've taken on, I'll revisit last years 41 trip since I never managed to get back home in blogging time. Besides, the pictures from Georgia and Tennessee are my favorite of the whole trip.

The last 41 post had me driving the entire east coast from Miami to Jacksonville, Florida.
I woke up at the Gator Lodge (so totally Florida) and packed up and headed for the border.
Mom and Pop seemed to be the theme for the day.
Restaurants and small businesses caught my eye all day.
Well, that and matchbox trucks on tops of buildings.
This is the last (going south)/first (going north) house in Georgia. Love the deco-ness.
Trade mark Georgia: Peaches, Barbeque and Gone with the Wind Train Stations:










Spent some time here and came away with the silver propane rocket thing featured in the back of the wagon "whatta ya gonna do with that" post.
Finally! Found the elusive chicken...that I had been looking for the whole trip.
Heidi had posed by this sign back in 1997 and I was beginning to think it had gone the way of so many other beloveds...but somewhere north of Atlanta it was still clucking.
Really, still pics do not do justice as the beak moves and the eyes roll around. God bless Kentucky fried chicken for keeping this monster of a sign going.
I must upload the video sometime.

And it took a long time, but I finally found the right sign for vacancy and stopped for the night.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

From This Moment....On

From this moment on March 10, 2001, on.
Which to date is:

3,681,641.36 moments !

Happy Anniversary
Matt & Chari

Directions to here:
ok, well...add one day...since I'm late on the post. That's 1,440 more moments.

(Not so) Lady Luck

What happens in Vegas...

Will happen without me.

I finally found someone who was excited about going to see the neon boneyard , but my grand plan to meet Mike, Verna and Shel in Vegas...got broad-sided.

Dang.

Well, anyway...the locals call her the patron saint of Las Vegas...
and I'm praying she watches over you while you're there.
Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Vandercars, and have a great time!

Monday, March 10, 2008

Sunday, March 09, 2008

I don't like it.

I told you we would need that hour.
Daylight savings.....what?

I know it is everyday for most of you, but personally, I hate getting out of bed when it is still dark. Even the normal grey Indiana overcast is better than the street lights still burning outside my window.
Oh well, Sunday is the only day that I have to, but still as Jacinda says, "I don't like it."

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Go ahead...Take a Nap

Did you know?
It's National Sleep Awareness Week

So go ahead. Sleep in. Take a nap. Catch a few winks.
Besides, you're gonna need it when we lose that hour of sleep tomorrow.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Flashback Friday...F..Fo...For...Fort...Forty!

Lordy, Lordy..look who's :
Happy Birthday Darold !