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@OldSchool ... I'm Certain that there are still some there who feel as We do about 12icer and I can't Understand why she would not want those Friends be shown what had happened to Him... Unless she is now just a b.... ...?!?
Thanks, don't get in trouble by making a post, maybe just PM a couple instead...?
 
Part of the reason for that is that families no longer stay in one spot for generations. I have told my husband I want no funeral and need no local obituary. I do have a few cousins in this state, but they can just be notified. I just want to be remembered on occasion when the family gathers. We always remember my parents and hubs's parents and our family members who have gone on before us, so I am sure I will be added to that list of fine people. It's all good.
The expense is also a BIG thing. My ex died and although we were close enough to his parents to be able to stay with them for his funeral, they were limited on funds. His ashes were scattered. There was a big write up in a couple big North Dakota papers, but no memorial had been created for him on Find a Grave until I did. But there is no marker or grave for him in a cemetery. He lived and died in his hometown.
 
@OldSchool ... I'm Certain that there are still some there who feel as We do about 12icer and I can't Understand why she would not want those Friends be shown what had happened to Him... Unless she is now just a b.... ...?!?
Thanks, don't get in trouble by making a post, maybe just PM a couple instead...?
You know her… I can still post but they’re subject to review before being posted. I will get the screen shot posted there.

Many of them miss him already.
 
Tell Them to get their Butts over Here...!!! :thumbs:
 
You know her… I can still post but they’re subject to review before being posted. I will get the screen shot posted there.

Many of them miss him already.
Maybe one of our new members will.
Tell Them to get their Butts over Here...!!! :thumbs:
I invited one more of them.
 
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Oh no! I didn't "know" 12icemaker long but he was always kind to me and others that I could see. If anyone is in contact with his family, please send them my condolences. This sucks!

If you, or anyone wants so send them your condolences, you can on the website where his obituary is. It is a little tricky to get to the place. When you see the icon of a pen, click on that and the condolence section comes up. https://www.cutshallfuneralhome.com/obituary/robin-ray
 
If you, or anyone wants so send them your condolences, you can on the website where his obituary is. It is a little tricky to get to the place. When you see the icon of a pen, click on that and the condolence section comes up. https://www.cutshallfuneralhome.com/obituary/robin-ray
Thanks, i just went there and did that. Always feel like condolences are inadequate for how much it sucks to lose a loved one.
 
With a Broken and Heavy Heart I have the Regret to Post this...!!! My Best Friend and Veteran Brother "12icemaker" leaved the Boundarys of the Earth on Sept 16, 2024...!!

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A "MAN" amongst Men...! 🙏💝
I knew him from a different forum. Great guy. RIP.
 
The link is in Post #66...!!! Just Copy n Paste...!!
 
With losing BushieBooBoo in April and Now 12icemaker, Me Brother, I'm at My Wits End... Never would I Think I would Miss so Much in a little time...!!! Keep in Touch with Your Families, 2 n 4 Legged Ones for as Long as possible... I did talk with Bro almost everyday because We were a ways away in distance but talking and texting with Pm's kept US close, just Not Enough...!!! Hug and Love You Have and Let Them Know Everyday...!! 💔

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With losing BushieBooBoo in April and Now 12icemaker, Me Brother, I'm at My Wits End... Never would I Think I would Miss so Much in a little time...!!! Keep in Touch with Your Families, 2 n 4 Legged Ones for as Long as possible... I did talk with Bro almost everyday because We were a ways away in distance but talking and texting with Pm's kept US close, just Not Enough...!!! Hug and Love You Have and Let Them Know Everyday...!! 💔

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Hey there Snowman, it is strange to think about when we are still here and someone who meant so much to us is no longer with us here on this ol’ rock. I was just thinking about some friends this morning who passed in ‘15 and ‘16. I can still hear their voices when I listen to their memories. I once heard or read something that stated that there is a tribe (can’t remember where) that doesn’t consider a person dead until there is no living person who remembers them. I like that philosophy. As long as we remember them, they live on through their influence on us.
Hugs and peace of heart ♥️
 
That is All I can Do until My Dues are Up and Hopefully I get to see BushieBooBoo and Me Brother n More for a Long Time... >>>>>>>>>>👣

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I have been looking for Grizzlyette's introduction, but I am not able to find it here. I wanted to post a link to it. I do know that she had given the same introduction on other forums. I copied and posted this post of hers.

https://www.survivalistboards.com/t...te-adams-like-its-a-bad-thing.830666/#replies

"I have lurked here for a bit, and decided to come out and meet the people that make this place rock! I am looking forward to learning more from you, and hope that I can contribute something too.

I believe this is the longest post I’ve ever made on a message board. I thought about trimming it, but didn’t because if it encourages just one person to pursue their goals to be more self-sufficient, it may be worth the read.

My brother calls me Grizzlyette Adams and a crazy hermit on the mountain like it’s a bad thing. He still has not forgiven me for moving hundreds and hundreds of miles away from family to go on a wild-goose chase, as he calls it. Women just don’t do this kind of thing, he said. My poor mother about had a stroke.

Some years ago, what I thought would be just a three-week camping trip to begin clearing my land to build a home, turned into a three-year long event. As hard as it was (ok, it was sometimes downright sucky), it turned into an education that I would not trade for all the gold in the world.

I found out what I was made of.

For reasons beyond my control, ALL of my well-researched and rock-solid plans for building a nice cabin in the woods turned to pure gumbo-mud. Pretty much overnight. It was going to be a long while before I would have the financial resources to build anything on the BOL I bought… It was either pack it in and go home, or tough it out.

I cried for a day (ok, a few days), got over myself and set about the business of some hard camping out in the boondocks in the land of snow and ice (which was something totally foreign for this ol' Cajun girl). I was a long way from home, and did not know anyone in the area (yet).

I was broke...no, I was broker than broke. At the time I could not afford to get a regular supply of propane for my one-burner camp stove, or drive a bunch of miles to buy ice for my ice-chest (those were reserved for “special” times). No electric, no phone (cell phones will not work in these mountains), alone in what is classified as a wilderness area on the forestry map…

My family and friends thought I was pure-D-crazy for not calling it quits and coming back home. Or, maybe I just might be part alligator? Once I sink my teeth into something, I rarely let go. Either that, or I am just plain crazy. Maybe that's it. They say that the definition of insane is when you're nuts and it bothers you. Crazy is when you're nuts and you like it. Well, at least I am not insane.

I had enough money to keep me in lamp oil, so I could read my Bible and (many!) other books at night to take my mind off of my fears and troubles. I decided to spend my $$ on lamp oil instead of propane for the camp stove, which was so small, it was almost worthless anyway. I reasoned that I could always cook over a campfire, which I did. Mais cher! Smoke-flavored gumbo and jambalaya in a dutch oven over a hickory fire is awesome! Never mind the commercially bottled liquid smoke...the real stuff is truly wondermous.

One year later, I tangled with a rabid skunk. That was serious crap. It put everything else into perspective... because on the day before IT happened, I was sliding down into a blue funk about my failed cabin-building plans and feeling sorry for myself. (Oh boy, then I really had something to whine about…and learned all about perspective.)

Fast forward three years...I finally achieved my goals of clearing the land for my future home. And once my constipated money situation improved, one tiny baby-step at a time, I started to build my cabin. I paid a builder to build the frame and roof it, and along the way, I met some nice friends who helped speed things along considerably. (It took over ten hard years to get that cabin built.) Once the outside walls were stood, and the windows and doors were in, I moved in along with a lot of construction stuff, a wood stove, AND electricity! Yay! I was delighted to pack my oil lamps away. (Dragged them out later for a month during a nasty prolonged ice storm; we were just like old friends again.)

Still, there ain't no easy button, f'sure. Especially if you suspect that you may be a real live Crap Magnet. Let me explain that part:

Along the way, in spite of all my extreme care and caution, another rabid skunk made its way into my life. I had to go thru the rabies treatment a second time (five years after the first).

Later, I got bitten by a timber rattlesnake...almost lost my leg and my mind (I managed to avoid amputation but it took six painful months for the swelling to go down and before I was able to walk again without crutches). I don't mind telling you, I am nervous as a sunburned bobcat every time I see a curvy looking stick on the ground.

Long-term outdoor living is not for sissies.

On top of it all, this old swamp girl found out what camping in freezing cold weather was all about. There were many mornings during the roughest spells of winter when I woke up with ice on my eyebrows and parts of my long hair (what the heck? frozen breath or what?), and my water glass on the make-shift “table” 3 feet away from where I slept was frozen solid with ice. I was running low on lamp oil, and propane was unaffordable. (I thought about bringing in some coals in my cast iron pots, but because I was worried about carbon monoxide, I just slept with the pre-heated pots under the blankets.) It was so cold, that sometimes the plastic 7-gallon water containers that I hauled water in and kept outside, froze solid as well. I never saw such fast freezing in my life. No matter what I did, I never felt truly warm.

Sometimes I cried myself to sleep. My little piece of paradise was trying to kill me. Then I was like, Shut up, stupid monkey mind! Just shut up and quit feeling sorry for yourself! Nobody asked you do do this. (Which was a damned good thing because if someone forced me to do this, I probably would have choked them.)

But, looking at the big picture, 'taint all bad! Winter isn’t forever. In camp during the summer, I got to meet the most gorgeous fireflies. I saw some real honest-to-goodness foxfire and glow worms too. It was like pure magic! My crude camp shower had the latest in surround-sound; no music CD could match genuine nature sounds of birds, crickets, and frogs. Mountain breezes and natural pure mountain “air freshener” came with the deal, too! No electric or batteries required! I enjoyed a lot of truly unforgettable delights. Nature gave me lots of consolation prizes that made it all worthwhile. I will still remember them all, even after I am 98 years old and rocking on a porch somewhere.

Also, I learned how to keep my food cool without refrigeration, without the benefit of a nice cool creek. I discovered that repurposing an abandoned armadillo hole can save HOURS of digging in hard rocky soil for a primitive sewer system. (I never dreamed that I would be so happy to see armadillos this far north.) I emptied my lil' chamber pot into not one, but TWO abandoned armadillo tunnels for the entire three years of camping. When I didn't have money to buy lime for odor and fly control, I discovered that wood ashes from the campfire worked just as well.

The education I got in the school of hard knocks was priceless. As Mark Twain (my hero!) once said: A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

Financial deprivation and other constraints taught me how to do a lot of things in unconventional ways. If I had the money or the means to do things “normally,” I might have never pursued alternatives on my own.

Now I can honestly say I have a well-rounded education. Growing up in New Orleans, I learned more than I wanted to know about urban survival. I also learned more than I cared to know--in spite of my earnest best efforts to evacuate--getting trapped and riding out stuff like Katrina, and plenty of other messes. I spent many years in my beloved swamps, in deepest, darkest Louisiana, which taught me a lot, including how to eat anything that doesn’t eat me first, lol. And because I refused to chicken-out, I can add long-term rough-camping and so much more to the mix.

There is no substitute for experience. In the hard times to come on this world, I won’t be frantically looking for this book or that book to learn the things I will need to know to survive. And as a bonus, I may be able to help others who may need my knowledge about herbal healing, foraging, hunting, fishing, flintknapping, primitive living skills and so on.

So, if life deals a bad hand? There is hope if you really believe this:

Sorrow looks back…
Worry looks around...
Faith looks up...

By the way, I am not a spring chicken, just a little old crazy woman now, barely over five feet tall, 61 years young...and too stupid to believe anyone who tells me, "it can't be done."

Sheesh, this is one ridiculously long post! I am almost too embarrassed to hit the send button...but what the heck, here goes…"
 
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Thank you. I couldn't find anything for her here, but I knew or I thought she had been a member here.
I stumbled across some of her posts here, and was like: Who is she!?!

Hope she’s still around, somewhere.

Edit: Thanks for the link to her intro, Snowman. I hadn’t seen that previously. But I did see her last post. That kinda says something, I hope she didn’t cop an attitude an leave.
 
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Wow about her intro? There was something really horrific that happened to her, that is not in that piece. If I could find it, I would share it. She shared it publicly, so I think it would be okay to share it here. The woman had experienced something really horrible in her life.

I really do think she no longer walks this earth.
please dont share that...its to painful for her friends to see and read....my 2 cents
 
We all have a spirt that lives after we’re gone, some are stronger and remain more present than others. And now I’m lost for words that haven’t already been said.
Ever talk to people who are no longer alive? I know people who do. What if they can hear us, but we are not aware of their presence as in can't see or hear them?

And I have had a few dreams where there were people I knew who are now deceased there, as real as when they were alive.
 

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