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Wait! The weather in Missouri customarily rapidly shifts. Why has it been so insufferably hot for days and days? The meteorologists are telling us we are trapped under a giant heat-dome. Let me out! Other than my number three child, I know few who are enjoying this pervasive heat. After she exclaimed how great the weather is, I explained to child number three that most people are negatively impacted by high temperatures and prolonged heat. She says she feels “15 times happier” when it is this warm. Of course, she is the child that carries a blanket with her at all times to movie theatres and college lecture halls even on 80-degree days. She is not like Linus, the Peanuts comic strip character, who sucked his thumb and who needed the blanket for security. Instead, she anticipates being cold everywhere she goes, and by carrying around her adult-sized blankie, she is always prepared to keep warm. My daughter is an anomaly. She blossoms in this intense heat, while most wilt. She is happy not to feel cold, while research shows that for many others prolonged heat waves actually increase feelings of frustration, stress, and even depression. A JAMA Psychiatry study collected data from two million visitors to ER departments over the course of 10 years, and the data showed that the number of ER visits for mental health concerns like schizophrenia, substance use, anxiety, and self-harm increased during periods of extreme heat. Those taking psychotropic medications need to be aware that profuse sweating may affect how the medications are metabolized which may in turn impact effectiveness. Some medications may affect the body’s ability to regulate temperature putting these individuals at greater risk for heat related illnesses. In addition to increases in ER visits and psychiatric crises, we also know that the incidence of domestic violence and other crime increases during heat waves. If you are like my daughter enjoy soaking in this heat while you can, but if you’re like “normal” people do all you can to stay cool. I am just hoping for a 75-degree day with a slight breeze. Of course, that’s when kid number three will start wearing her parka.
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In the 19th century, a popular form of storytelling was serial stories printed in monthly magazines. This made full-length stories more accessible to the masses who, at that time, couldn’t afford to buy a novel, but they could afford to buy magazines with these short stories that were published over 12-20 months. In honor of that tradition, local author Annie Lisenby Smith is sharing a new, unpublished book in serial form. Enjoy “Keeping Secrets” one chapter per issue of Connection for the next 12 months.
Keeping Secrets
part one
By Annie Lisenby-Smith
Ninety-eight.
Ninety-nine.
One Hundred.
The pebble sails across the sidewalk and lands uneventfully in the grass. Paige gazes down the dark, lonely high school driveway then at the blank screen on her dead cell phone. If only she were a year older and could finally drive.
“If Dad’s not here by the time I kick this next rock a hundred times, I’ll go knock on Mr. Brown’s door,” Paige thinks dejectedly as she turns her gaze to the glow coming from the band director’s window. Dad’s never been this late before.
Paige kicks a chunk of gravel, lamenting her predicament: abandoned in the high school parking lot, sweat from the summer heat dripping between her shoulder blades. At first, the idea of late-night marching band practice sounded fun. But as Paige counts 41, 42, nothing is fun anymore.
A pair of headlights cut through the night, briefly drowning out the sporadic glow of lightning bugs. Relief washes over Paige. The car comes to a stop where she stands holding her heavy trombone case. So excited that her dad is finally here, she doesn’t notice the slight difference in the body of the black car in front of her.
“It’s about time,” she says as she pulls open the back door and tosses in her trombone. “I’ve been waiting for like 40 minutes.” When she opens the front passenger door, Paige stops dead in her tracks. “Mom?”
“Get in, Paige,” her mother orders urgently as she glances in the rearview mirror.
Paige stands, frozen. She blinks and pushes her heavy glasses back up her nose. “You’re supposed to be in Europe,” she sputters through her shock.
“I’m back. Now, get in, honey,” her mom commands as her eyes dart to the rear view mirror.
“But Dad?”
“I’m going to take you to Dad. Please. I need you to get in the car.”
Now leaning across the seat, her mom holds her hand out to Paige. She looks the same as she did the day she left for an overseas job when Paige was in eighth grade. Alice still has the same light blonde hair tied back into a pony tail, but tonight her mahogany brown eyes betray a panic oozing from within.
“Mom, I haven’t seen you in two years. Don’t you get that? You left. You abandoned us!” Paige steps back and crosses her arms. “I’m waiting for Dad.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything. But I need you to come with me now!”
“No! You can’t come back and start telling me what to do. I’m waiting for Dad!” Paige pouts her lips.
Another pair of headlights cuts across the night. When Paige turns to look for her dad’s car, Alice grabs her arm and yanks her into the car. The door still hanging open and Paige’s feet flailing in the night air, her screams join the sound of the tires on the hot pavement as she and her mom speed away.
“Mom! Stop!” Paige clings to her mom’s arm. “I’m not in the car!”
Paige is quickly realizing that her mom isn’t the same person who disappeared. Two years ago, Alice had been the typical soccer mom and accountant, the kind that limited how much sugar Paige could eat and who insisted that she take music lessons, even when Paige complained about them endlessly.
The Alice before her now is driving like a NASCAR expert as she weaves around a truck and turns abruptly down a side street. The force of the turn thrusts Paige toward her mom hard enough that she’s able to pull her feet into the car just as the door slams shut with a loud crash.
“Put your seatbelt on,” Alice commands as she glances again in the rearview mirror.
“Mom, you’re driving like a maniac,” Paige fights to click the seatbelt. “Where’s Dad?”
“Your dad was kidnapped,” Alice replies tenderly.
“What?” Paige braces herself as Alice screeches through another turn onto a dark street. “Who kidnapped him?”
“I did.”
“What? Why?” Paige screams, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Alice responds guiltily, “I had to. It was for his own safety. We’ll get him now. I just need your necklace, the Lego brick one I gave you for your birthday.”
“That thing? I don’t know where it is.”
“Your dad said that you wear it every day. We need that necklace!” Alice punctuates her insistence by turning the car sharply, slamming the breaks and bringing the car to an abrupt stop at the curb in front of a park that looks eerily dark.
“I don’t have to do anything for you. I haven’t heard from you in two years, Mom! I don’t owe you anything,” Paige reaches to unclip her seatbelt.
“I didn’t want to leave, Peanut. I had to. There are some things that I can’t fully explain now, but I need that necklace to save your dad, and then I’ll be gone again.” Alice deflates, her head dropping to rest on the steering wheel. “I made a mistake. I need to fix it, and I can’t unless I have that necklace.”
“Mom, what’s going on?” Paige’s anger abates a notch seeing her mother’s desperation.
Alice sits up again and straightens her shirt. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’m not an accountant. Sweetheart, I’m a spy. I’ve been a spy since before you were born.”
Paige sits in silence, letting Alice’s honesty settle around them. “Does Dad know?”
“Yes, he knows. That’s why we left the necklace with you. It has a hidden flash drive, and some very bad people are looking for it. I kidnapped your dad to keep him safe until I could get the necklace. Paige, I need your help.”
Suddenly, Alice looks older than Paige remembers. The creases around her eyes are deeper and her lips are pursed tightly. Alice is telling the truth; Paige knows this for sure.
“It’s in my old playhouse with my Barbies.”
Alice takes a deep breath and slips the car in gear. Silently, they ride through the dark streets. Paige stares blankly out the window, and Alice only moves to regularly check the rearview mirror. Luckily, no one seems to be following them. Once they arrive at the green house with the blue front door, the door Alice painted because it was Paige’s favorite color, Alice looks once more in the rearview mirror.
“Stay close to me, and if anything goes wrong, either take cover or run as fast as you can, okay?” Alice instructs Paige, who doesn’t look at her mom until Alice pulls a gun from an ankle strap under her pantleg.
“Is that really necessary?” Paige asks aghast.
“Bad people, Paige. Really bad people,” Alice replies as she slides out of the car.
Paige reluctantly follows her, trying to cover her fear with teenage angst. In the backyard, Alice looks around rhythmically as they cross to the old playhouse that Paige’s dad built. Alice knows exactly where to look, the big pink plastic bin. She tears off the lid and begins digging.
“Where is it?” Panic grows in her voice.
Worry and dread overtake Paige. “Mom, how bad are these people?”
“Remember that scary movie you watched at Amy’s sleepover in fourth grade?”
“Yeah, I had nightmares for a week.”
Alice stops and looks Paige directly in the eyes. “Multiply that by a hundred,” she says gravely. “Now, where’s the necklace?”
The sound of a rustling in the bushes snaps Alice’s attention to one of the lace-fringed windows. She holds her gun ready to fire. Paige plunges her hand into the bin and pulls out the blue Lego block necklace and drops it around her neck. “Got it,” she says.
“Let’s go,” Alice leads Paige back to the car. She walks with the gun poised, in a stance ready for action. They jump in the car and speed away.
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Paige knows these streets well, ones she’s explored on her bike every day after school. She watches the houses of friends and neighbors passing by her window, mentally saying their names. It’s a soothing exercise after the chaos of the last 15 minutes. Alice whips the car into Mrs. Berger’s driveway. The “for sale” sign in the front yard reminds the neighborhood that she moved into a nursing home last month.
“Come on,” Alice says as she slips from the car, her gun locked in her hands again.
Paige follows close behind, her pulse pounding in her ears. At the front door, Alice holsters her gun and uses her phone to unlock the realtor’s lockbox. She, swiftly takes the house key out of the little metal box, opens the front door, and pulls Paige in with her.
“He’s in here,” she says into the dark living room. Paige follows Alice closely, trying to match her stealth. In the back of the house, Alice pushes open a door to a bathroom and stops short. She doesn’t move, not even to breathe. Dread and panic fill the empty spaces in the room.
“Oh, no,” she whispers. “We have to go, now!” She grabs Paige’s arm again and drags her back through the empty house. They rush to the car, and as Paige is opening the door, she hears a ping from her mom’s phone. Alice looks at the screen. From across the hood of the car, Paige can’t read the message, but she can read the emotions that run across Alice’s face. Confusion. Realization. Terror.
“Get in and buckle up. It’s going to be a long night, kiddo.” n
Animal showings, carnival, rodeos to highlight annual gathering
Berryville to host Carroll County Fair Aug. 19-27
Preparations are underway in Berryville, Ark., for the annual weeklong Carroll County Fair, one of the area’s signature events and summer highlights, Aug. 19-27. This is one of the major opportunities of the year for young people to exhibit farm livestock and sharpen their skills before judges. This year’s event will include rodeos, exhibits, a carnival with fair rides and live music. All the events will be held at the county fairgrounds, north of Berryville. Pride Amusement will again bring the rides and midway attractions for the carnival, making the Berryville event one of the biggest in northwest Arkansas. The fair begins on Friday, Aug. 19, with the 20th annual fair parade at 10 a.m. The Miss Carroll County Pageant starts at 2 p.m. According to Roscoe Butler with the Fair Board, livestock showing contests are open to young people age 19 and younger. Judging for chickens and rabbits will again enhance the fair offerings. The fair will again offer a showcase for the county’s 4-H clubs to show their creations and have them judged. FFA chapters will also demonstrate their skills and creations. A website for the Carroll County Fair will provide updated information. Fair announcements can be found o the Facebook page for the Carroll County Fairgrounds and Indoor Arena.
Here is a breakdown of the fair activities:
• Saturday, Aug. 20: Rodeo night. • Sunday, Aug. 21: The horse show. • Monday, Aug. 22: Family Fun Night. • Tuesday, Aug. 23: Goat show, no scheduled evening event. • Wednesday, Aug. 24: Sheep show, evening car show. • Thursday, Aug. 25: Hog show and the dairy show, evening will feature the Battle of the Bands with competing groups from county high schools. • Friday, Aug 26: Cattle show, Ranch Rodeo in the evening with team competition. • Saturday, Aug. 27: Premium sale 10 a.m., truck and tractor pull in the evening.
Sunset Drive In
A piece of local history for sale
Aurora’s Sunset Drive-In is a summer staple for many community members. As one of the few remaining drive-ins in the country, it has been hosting summer showings since the 1950s.
In addition to first-run movies, traditional theater concessions and a general movie-going experience, the Sunset boasts a playground for youngsters to enjoy before the feature presentation.
David Marks, longtime owner of the Sunset Drive-In, said the theater’s screen was replaced with a high-quality aluminum screen salvaged from from demolished drive-ins. He said he has to repaint the screen approximately every five years.
Aunique piece of living local history has gone on the market and the owner is hoping someone will pick up where he leaves off and keep the local tradition alive.
Owner David Marks is selling the Sunset Drive-in Theater in Aurora for a price and a promise that the theater will continue to operate and offer community members a chance to see movies the way residents have since the 1950s: under the stars and in their cars.
The Sunset Drive-in first opened in April 1951 by Ralph Hough, Sr. and was sold in 1966 to Jesse, Cecil and Clyde Ruble.
In 1965 Marks, then a high school senior, began working at the Sunset and purchased the theatre in 1977 from the Rubles.
Over the years, David said he’s seen a lot of changes, and has worked to keep much the same at the drive-in.
“Once you start changing things, then it’s not what people remember,” Marks said.
While he has worked to maintain a classic, nostalgic atmosphere at the drive-in, he also made several improvements to the facility over the years, including an expansion from 200 to nearly 300-vehicle capacity, a new screen and audio capacity.
The new screen came just prior to the summer of 1980. David said he was watching as drive-ins across the nation were being demolished and he worked to obtain any bits and pieces he could to improve the local theater.
“The average drive-in screen has two towers and six I beams,” he said. “This one is four towers and 16 beams. And I got the parts from all over as they were tearing down the drive-ins. I got parts from Colorado, and I think Iowa.”
Marks also said that as he made his improvements, he wanted to make sure he was offering a quality experience for movie-goers.
“The old screen was wood. In 1980 I changed the screen and I’ll put this screen up against any drive-in screen in the country. Usually they are corrugated metal. On this one, the picture is so good, there’s no corrugation.
In 1977, Marks purchased Sunset Drive In. Three years later, he constructed the seamless, four-tower, 16-beam mega screen.
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With a capacity of nearly 300 vehicles, plus lawn chair seating, many residents in southwest Missouri have memories of movies under the stars. Owner David Marks said he is hoping a buyer will come along to take over the theater and keep it operating.
“You don’t have to wait for your eyes to adjust to it like at other drive-ins. There are no seams or anything.”
He also said he expanded the capacity because the previous owners had maintained a garden at the back of the property.
“I didn’t want the garden, so I made it bigger,” he said.
The 2001 sound upgrades, on the other hand, were out of his control.
Marks said the theater was struck by lightning, prompting the installation of a digital stereo FM sound system with the use of Decade transmitters.
But despite the upgrades and improvements over the years, he also strove to keep prices low and accommodating for the community.
Marks said that most of the money theaters take from ticket sales goes directly to the movie studios producing the films, and like most theaters across the country, money is made by selling concessions.
He added that people watching movies at the drive-in are saving considerably, both at the gate and at the concession stand, and, unlike at most theaters, guests are welcome to bring their own food and snacks if they wish. n
Through an adventurer’s eyes
The American Experience can be captured in many forms. One man’s journey can mirror a nation’s coming of age.
That’s what S. Burton Saunders did through his collections. Visitors to the museum housing his collections in Berryville, Arkansas, many think they are going to view an assemblage of firearms, reported as the largest personally owned collection in the world for its period. The viewing covers so much more.
Asked by an aspiring collector what to gather, Saunders discouraged random gathering. “Every piece tells a story,” he said.
The key to visiting the Saunders Memorial Museum lies in discovering the stories.
Saunders was eccentric, generous, a genius marksman — one of the three best in the world in his day. He left his collection to the city of Berryville and enough money to build a museum to house it, with specific instructions that nothing could be added to the collection and nothing subtracted from it.
His holdings were so vast that after the museum quality pieces were selected, the rest was sold over a four-day auction, divesting some items regretted today. What remains offers many unique insights, experienced by this adventurer. Saunders Museum curator Joanne Lassiter points out the photo of Col. S. Burton Saunders that greets visitors to the museum in Berryville.
The hall at the center of the Saunders Museum, showing trophies from the elk, moose and other wildlife taken by Saunders while hunting. At center is a collection on loan of locally uncovered Native American arrowheads and other artifacts.
Joanne Lassiter, curator of the Saunders Museum, pointed out that when Saunders died at age 89 in 1952, every item in his collection bore a numbered tag, referencing a paper record with the story. The stories reveal America and even obscure corners of the world where Saunders traveled. An intrepid collector with millions at his disposal, Saunders usually secured anything that struck his fancy.
A visit does not offer a recorded audio description of each item. The visitor has to read, and ask, and gradually the depth of this archive reveals its secrets.
Lassiter can point you to touchstones of Americana: a bear trap and hunting knife used by Daniel Boone, an original Jim Bowie knife, a gun owned by Sam Houston, the gun fired by Pawnee Bill to start the land rush into Oklahoma. Saunders, as a crack marksman, often performed at Buffalo Bill Cody’s traveling Wild West Show. He shot with Annie Oakley, and collected one of her guns, two owned by Cody himself, three that had been used by Jesse James, two owned by Billy the Kid, two owned by “Wild Bill” Hickok, others owned by Frank James and “Pretty Boy” Floyd, a gun and spurs owned by Pancho Villa, a hat and gun clip used by iconic gangster Clyde Barrow.
To stand in front of a glass case, inches away from these artifacts, can conjure all the images of the American West, and the feel of the metal, the touch of these historic figures.
Saunders was such a renowned marksman that the Colt Company sent him their new guns for testing, guns he kept. Lassiter reported that in the 1980s, the Colt firm tried to buy back the firearms, noting Saunders’ collection was more complete than its own. The will prevented such a sale.
Sometimes the story of a gun alone intrigued Saunders enough to acquire it. One of the oddest tales focused on three convicted murderers in the state prison in Little Rock, who carved a gun facsimile out of a wood toilet seat and used it to stage a jailbreak. Two of the three men died in the subsequent chase. The third revealed the secret. That was enough for Saunders, who bought the wood handgun for $50, and now it’s displayed prominently in the collection.
Saunders secured a set of long barreled dueling pistols used in New Orleans, used so effectively that both parties died. He acquired a set of dueling pistols owned by the king of France, and another owned by the king of Spain. All three sets are displayed in their original carrying cases, artistic objects in their own right.
One of Lassiter’s favorite stories centers on Saunders’ world travels, when he met an Arab sheik, who had a curious hand-held blunderbuss. The sheik took a fancy to a new gun that Saunders had. They held a shooting contest, and
of course Saunders won the blunderbuss. Ultimately he struck a deal whereby he left his new gun with the sheik, but also came away with a large red and white fabric tent, quilted by the sheik’s 200+ wives. Both the blunderbuss and the tent are displayed prominently in the museum. Beyond firearms, the collection veers into Native American artifacts. Saunders secured a headdress The curious blunderbuss gun, the length of a and vest used by the great Lakota forearm, won by Col. Saunders in a contest chief, Sitting Bull, presently on loan with an Arab sheik, in front of the quilted tent to Johnny Morris’ Ancient Ozarks made by the sheik’s many wives. In Arabic in Natural History Museum, north fabric, the tent has the words: “Look again, of Top of the Rock near Branson. for you will see a beautiful work/ Behold, I From Sitting Bull’s daughter, Saunhave given you the proof/ In Egypt is the most ders acquired the decorative mocbeautiful of all art/ I see for its proof a long explanation.” casins she made for her wedding. There is a scalp that Sitting Bull displayed outside his dwelling for good luck. There is a scalp belt, with what is believed to be the scalps of nine Native American warriors, collected by Apache leader Geronimo. Other pieces of Native American art and blankets are displayed. Presently the museum has a collection on display of arrowheads found not far away in the Kings River and Osage River valley. This display is on loan, the one way the museum can show other pieces. A central hall in the museum displays on its top plate the stuffed heads and horns of many great wildlife samples hunted by Saunders. Several longhorn steer horns, acquired by Saunders, enhance the sampling of what other creatures one could encounter traveling across America in the days of the Wild West. Saunders and his beloved wife Gertrude traveled the world for two years before her untimely death in 1911, and during these ventures the collection expanded in other directions. In one display case sits a set of dishes plated in 22-carat gold. Other commercial art includes bolts of cloth from numerous
Saunders Memorial Museum in Berryville shares Wild West treasures, stories for all
Some of the most unique firearms in the Saunders Museum collection are displayed above, including two single-shot pistols around a couple inches in length at bottom, firing 2 mm shells, contrasted with a Lindsay Young America 40-caliber percussion two-shot pistol at upper left.
A knife used by “Buffalo Bill” Cody in his handto-hand fight with Chief Yellow Hand of the Cheyenne, at top, and a genuine Jim Bowie knife at bottom.
European countries. There’s folk art: a necklace made from the backbone of a squirrel, a piece of textile art with woven in butterfly wings, and a chair made from a buffalo hide. One display case shows Saunders’ formal suit and top hat, and Gertrude’s gown for formal occasions. Nearby is a pen, presented to Gertrude’s brother, by President James Garfield.
The same room holds a display of furniture, acquired from one of Saunders’ friends. This collection includes several pieces of teakwood dating back at least 400 years from China or Japan, bearing carved dragons. The wife of the friend found the furniture terrifying, bearing bad luck, and she would never put it on display.
“This is not just a gun museum,” Lassiter said. “Visitors find it overwhelming. They want to bring their wives in from their cars, who let them come in for a little while to look at the guns, or bring the family. We’re in our 66th year. We haven’t had trouble getting people to make a return visit. There’s something for everybody.”
The museum opens on April 15 and closes the first Saturday in November. It’s open from 10:30 a.m. and admits no new guests after 4 p.m. to ensure closing by 5 p.m., as the museum takes at least an hour to tour.
The Saunders Museum opened in 1957. Saunders left his house to the city, which converted it to the present city hall, down the street from the museum. Saunders also left the land for the city park and swimming pool, the gun range, and the Saunders Heights mountaintop used for the annual Fire on the Mountain July 4 celebration. While his money for running the museum ran out years ago, the facility continues as a city operation.
Lassiter has studied Saunders’ story for years, finding accounts of the artifacts and his personal adventures in correspondence and assorted magazine and newspaper articles. Saunders started a memoir and exchanged pieces of it with an editor before he died. Much of it remains unpublished.
Someone willing to spend time can learn more about the various pieces. Guided tours are available. There are many curiosities, like the doorjamb pistols that could fire a shot when a door opened, or pistols only two inches in length with the power to penetrate a soda can. Saunders’ return to Berryville after his wife’s death, his feats of marksmanship shooting tossed pennies at the feed mill for the local children, his training after an eye injury to sight equally well with either eye, the artifacts of a dollar-sized shooting target that he hit on the edge then in the center with a second shot, all these make great tales of a larger-than-life local man.
A pamphlet is for sale at the museum has some of the stories. The real treat, as Lassiter will tell you, is seeing it for yourself. n
