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The Circle of Life

August 9th, 2005 . by Cary

In the July 2005 issue of Wood & Wood Products (I did tell you I work at a Big Cabinet Shop, right?) there is an article that illustrates a perfect economic circle – unfortunately.

From the article:

“A petition for Trade Adjustment Assistance filed by employees of Broyhill Furniture Industries’ corporate offices in Lenoir was certified June 13 by the U.S. Department of Labor.”

(quick note – the TAA provides funds for retraining of employees who lose their job because of import competition)

“According to the Lincoln Tribune, under this certification, all employees of the corporate office who lost their jobs or incurred a reduction in hours on or after April 18, 2004 are eligible for TAA benefits. (…)

Rep. Patrick McHenry (R-NC) asked the DOL to expedite the petition, filed by employees on May 4, and another petition filed for employees of the two Lenoir plants that will close as a result of consolidation plans announced last month by company officials. (…)”

Here’s the interesting part – as far as I know, Broyhill merged with an overseas competitor in April of 2004. Broyhill’s operations have been “consolidating” with those of the overseas offices and plants ever since, thus causing the state side plants to be shuttered and the offices to be closed.

So – by becoming import competition WITH THEMSELVES they have incurred governmental benefits. Instead of helping Broyhill, the government should be making the company pay for the retraining themselves. But no, Broyhill gets a free ride on this one, keeping their “American Made” name, and importing the majority of their product line from overseas factories.

What a load of cow manure.

But such a perfect circle, don’t you think?

Driving Me Crazy – part III

August 8th, 2005 . by Cary

The speed limit on the surface streets along my morning commute route is 40 miles per hour. Forty. Four. Zero.

I will be traveling at a speed between 40 and 45. I have allowed for plenty of time, taking into consideration the variables of stop lights and trains, for my commute, so I don’t have to rush while I am driving.

By the way, I will also be in the lane I need in order to make my next turn. I used my turn signal to get here, and you will know when I plan to turn next by virtue of the same set of turn signals.

You do not impress me by swerving around me at a high rate of speed, cutting back in front of me, flipping me off, and then slamming on your brakes to make the turn from the wrong lane. You make me wish I had the power of the law behind me to pull you over and arrest you for aggressive driving. And reckless operation. And failure to control your speed. And failure to signal lane change. And failure to obey posted traffic laws. And general stupidity. Wait – that last one’s not against the law.

Yet.

The Wisconsin Cartters Preface

August 6th, 2005 . by Cary

PREFACE

Like many others I have said with a sense of guilt, “Why didn’t I ask more questions about my family, or listen more carefully to Father as he spoke of them?” No, it was not his fault. I had turned a deaf ear in the direction of family history.

Little did I appreciate then that James Bruce and Isadora (Swift) Cartter, my paternal grandparents, had played such pioneering roles; and that both had descended from immigrant ancestors who came to America in the 1630’s. By varied routes they had reached Wisconsin shortly before it was made a state.

As with most of us when we approach retirement age, I began to realize my neglect, – but not until after many sources of information were no longer available. Other sources did remain, however; and the search has been most interesting and rewarding.

Louise (Adams) Curran 93 years young, my cousin and the only living relative who knew both grandparents, has been a helpful source on family background. Old letters were found which added insight into the joys and sorrows of earlier days. Many of these letters are being preserved and catalogued by my niece, Mrs. John Forssen, of Missoula, Montana. They will later be deposited with the Wisconsin Historical Society. Old pictures and newsclippings also brought to light personalities I had never known. The archives of the Wisconsin Historical Library produced a wealth of information which added much detail and many historic facts about the times.

Perhaps the most interesting experiences have been those trips which my wife Rachel and I made to areas where the Cartter families have lived. Court houses, old farms, and churches were visited. An occasional distant relative was also found.

I have attempted to set forth the results of this search in two parts, the one in story form (non-fictional) and the other in genealogical record. James Bruce Cartter, my grandfather, was chosen as the central figure for the former primarily because he seemed to represent those qualities which characterized so many of our pioneer forefathers.

The genealogical record covers eleven generations of Carters and Cartters in America, the first four being quite abbreviated. Each individual is identified by a number which may be found in the index. Unfortunately the records are incomplete in several places due to lack of information. Any reader who may be able to add facts, or correct errors is urged to contact the author.

/s/ Bruce L. Cartter
Madison, Wisconsin

Update:

Bruce Lanpher is my paternal grandfather. When this book was first published, in 1973, I was a young boy and, much like him, not really interested in the family history. History has a funny habit of repeating itself, for those not paying attention the first time around, and I find myself wanting to know more but finding that many of the “contacts” are no longer around.

The request for correction or additions stands for this very reason. I know that there are many more relations out there than are listed in this update. Please use the comments section, or e-mail me directly, to fill me in on information I may not have.

Traveling is a luxury in this day and age that I am not able to indulge in, due to scheduling restraints and the historically high prices of fuel. There are many times I have kicked myself for not asking to go along with Grandfather while he was working on the original manuscript, during those summers that I was allowed to stay with him and Rachel.

I will attempt to do his memory proud by bringing this into the information age.

Cary Bruce Cartter
Glendale, Arizona
August 6, 2005

The Wisconsin Cartters – Flyplate

August 6th, 2005 . by Cary
The Wisconsin Cartters
Bruce Lanpher Cartter

A story of
The Wisconsin Cartters
and
Direct lines from allied families:
Kellogg – Hollister – Swift
Adams – Willard – Lanpher
Davis – Curran – Knapp
Fitch – Olson

Originally printed by
Rural Life Press
208 Campus Street
Lake Mills, Wisconsin 53551

Library of Congress catalog card number: 73-91725

TriVillage High School Class of 1980

August 5th, 2005 . by Cary

This weekend is my high school class’ 25 year reunion. It is such a difficult thing to grasp – I’ve been out of high school for 25 years. Twenty Five Years. There are bloggers out here who haven’t been alive that long.

It’s been quite a while since I was back in New Madison, Ohio. The last time I was there, I was driving a big rig cross country for a living, and was passing by the area, so I stopped in. I saw a few friends, shot a few games of pool at Jack’s Place (is it still standing?), and then moved on down the road. Of course, since I was going to drive truck for the rest of my life, I knew that I would be able to stop in there anytime I was in the area.

I stopped driving for that company about two months later, and started driving for a local cabinet shop in Paso Robles, California. Funny how life takes you down different paths.

Speaking of different paths – after graduation, four of us enlisted in the Marine Corps. Bob Fugate, Kenny Earles, Gene McNew and I signed up during the school year, after we had turned eighteen, and planned to serve together. The USMC doesn’t always take your thoughts and feelings into consideration when you enlist, so naturally, that’s not the way it happened. Kenny and I were at USMCRD San Diego at the same time, but we were in different platoons. Bob went to Parris Island, and Gene decided not to go.

Bob just retired last year from the Corps, after serving as a helicopter maintenance crew member and leader for 22 years. He’s getting married soon, and that’s another big event I’ll be missing.

Yes, missing. As the class gathers tonight and tomorrow, to catch up, to refresh memories, to mingle, I will be here in Arizona. Life threw TMBWitW and me a bit of a curve, in the form of a savings-draining series of auto repairs that pretty much chewed up the travel funds. So, while they are gathered in the Moose Lodge (here’s to you, my fellow classmates! may we all be blessed with at least another 25 years!) I will be here puttering about the house, and thinking of all of them.

I am curious, though – how many of you will check out this entry? Can we have a roll call of comments? Members of the class of TVHS 1980, please sign in below.

And, if you are former faculty, I would like to hear from you, too. Who knows – this may turn into a short series here on the blog.

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