The "Real Housewives" or the "Desperate Housewives" have nothing on the "Zombie Housewives". Sharon and I are working on another book and by the title I bet you can guess what it is all about. We went back to the Slaughterhouse which provided us with the best setting to take zombie pictures. The horror ended up being the gawd awful weather. The heat just about did us in. I know what you are thinking, "why would you take outdoors pictures during a heatwave?" When we planned it, we didn't know that Mother Nature would be having a hot flash which lasted a couple of weeks. We persevered and got some fun pictures for our book. I will tell you more about the book and show more pictures on September 30th for the "Blogger Zombie Walk".
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
After a couple of months saving up the money and getting over an effected tooth, I am getting the Basal cell skin cancer removed off my face. I will be getting it done this morning and not sure how much he will have to cut around it. It is right near my nose and may have to do some reconstructing of any part he may have to remove from my nose. I am very nervous but glad to finally get this ugly mass removed from my face. I am supposed to be swollen for a couple of days, so if I am not very active, you will know why. Wish me luck.....
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
|Saloon gals in Tombstone|
|Getting ready to ghost hunt at the Birdcage Theatre in Tombstone|
|At the slaughterhouse in Casa Grande|
|Abandoned home in Miami AZ|
|Peaking out the window of an abandoned shop on South Mountain|
|Freezing our butts off in Mayor, AZ|
|At Montezuma's Castle near Sedona AZ|
|Having fun at Vulture Mine|
Be sure to check out our blog Kickin' Up Dust for more of our adventures.
|Hum, strange anomaly in our picture at Vulture Mine|
Sunday, August 21, 2011
After dinner we went back to our room to gather up the equipment for our ghost hunt at the jail in Globe, AZ. One of our team members had an event to attend and would meet us at the jail. The weather was hot and very sticky outside. We had concerns about how hot it would be inside the cement walls of the jail. According to our host, it could be uncomfortable. He suggested we do mini hunts of 15-20 minutes and step outside to cool off. Ha, cool off, but he was right, it was cooler outside.
We gathered together in a room on the first floor where a fan was blowing. We saw a quick video on the rules during our visit and the history of the place. Our host then took us around the first floor pointing out all the historic items in each room. He let us explore the jail cells by ourselves. I am thinking it was just too hot and he just didn’t want to go in the back rooms and other floors. It gave us a chance to get the investigation started right away.
My ghost hunt buddy and I went in first. We started on the first floor jail cells for 15 minutes. The back area cells on the first floor housed the worst of the worst. We walked around asking questions but it was very quiet. We never felt like anyone was in there with us. Our 15 minutes was up and we went outside so Sharon and her partner could do their hunt.
As we stood outside the jail, the loud noises of downtown historical Globe was vibrating throughout the street we were on. Across the street, a woman who appeared to be drunk was staggering down the street talking loudly to herself. Cars would drive by and stare at us standing by the jail doors. I was more scared of the citizens of Globe than any ghost inside the jail.
The second time we went upstairs to the second floor where the women and their children were kept. The moment I walked up the stairs and into that area, my stomach started hurting. The first time I went up there to get pictures, I got dizzy. It felt more like we were not alone in this area. I tried using the mother in me to get one of the female ghosts to say something or make a noise. We did hear strange noises and looked for the source but found nothing. We finished our time and felt this area had spirits still hanging around.
After waiting outside for 15 minutes while Sharon and her ghost hunting buddy investigated, we all went up to the attic for an EVP session and séance. Sharon saw a full-body apparition in that area a few years back and couldn’t wait to see if he would reappear to her. We gave her 10 minutes alone in the attic before going up. I had my recorder in my pocket and held my IR camera. I took videos and pictures of the entire attic and of Sharon sitting in a chair. She had an empty chair next to her with the laser grid pointing at her and the chairs. Throughout the entire time I never saw the grid change or anything unusual. However, I did feel like we were not alone. I think her ghost friend was being shy. She felt like there was another spirit holding him back and not letting him appear to us.
The Globe jail with its narrow halls, eerie cells with the metal beds, and dark history make it the perfect place for a ghost hunt. My advice is to do the hunt during cooler weather.
Friday, August 19, 2011
He may not have been one of the participants in the shooting at the O.K. Corral but he did have his share of seedy activities and breaking the law. He was born Phineas Fay Clanton on December in 1843 and went by the nickname of “Phin” or “Fin”. He was one of seven children born to Newman Haynes Clanton and Maria Sexton Kelton. Fin was born in Callaway County, Missouri but lived in many places during his young life.
When he was in his early 20’s his mother died while the family was traveling to California. In 1869 when he was 24, he lived with his oldest brother John and his wife Nancy. By the age of 28, Fin moved back to Arizona to help his father establish a farming community he called Clantonville in Gila Valley, Arizona. In 1877, the same year Ed Shieffelin discovered silver and founded Tombstone, the Clantons moved near the San Pedro River and built a house for their newly established ranch. They raised cattle and sold lots of beef to the citizens of the neighboring towns.
In July of 1881, many Mexican smugglers were killed in what was called the First Skeleton Canyon Massacre. Fin’s father, “Old Man” Clanton, was said to be part of the group committing the murders. One month later while driving a herd of cattle through Guadalupe Canyon near the Mexican border, “Old Man” Clanton and several other were ambushed and killed by Mexican Rurales. His body, along with the others, was buried near Cloverdale, New Mexico. Later that year on October 26th, Fin lost his younger brother Billy when he was killed during the gunfight at the O.K. Corral. His brother Ike was able to escape unharmed. A year later, Fin and Ike had their father’s bones dug up and buried at the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone next to Billy.
Fin spent years afterwards running amuck and suspected of cattle rustling with his brother Ike. In 1886, Fin was accused of grand larceny with 15 indictments against him. On September 1887, he was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years in the Yuma Arizona State Prison. He only spent one year and five months in prison before being pardoned by the governor. Afterwards, he moved to Globe, Arizona with his buddy Pete Spence and had an Angora goat farm.
Trouble always seemed to follow Fin. He was arrested and accused of stealing jewelry but was found innocent of the crime. On October 15, 1902, at the age of 58, Fin married his love Laura Jane Bound. She was 44 and had a 12 year old son from her first marriage. Four years later on January 5th, Fin was in a wagon accident and out in the cold weather for a long period of time. He became ill and died at the age of 61 to a bad case of pneumonia. Laura married Fin’s friend and business partner Pete Spence four years after his death.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011