Monday, October 5, 2015

The Truth About Sugar----your government has lied to you...

Don't ask what food item in your grocery store has sugar, ask what food item does NOT have sugar.

Your government has sold you out to big business.

One cola can has 9 teaspoons of sugar in it. Sugar is even in spaghetti sauce.

Please watch; enough to make you sick.

Friday, September 25, 2015

CH Butcher's parole document--February 3, 1993

After the passing of Sandra Lea, several boxes of documents were given to family and friends to share. This document was found in those boxes. Did CH serve enough jail time for the millions that he robbed from customers of the banks he and Jake ran into the dirt? I think not. 

FROM NEWS SENTINEL: "KNOXVILLE, Tenn., May 1— C. H. Butcher Jr., who was jailed for fraud after his regional banking empire collapsed in the 1980's, died Tuesday at a Georgia hospital. He was 62. Mr. Butcher was hospitalized after falling down the steps at his home in Canton, Ga., earlier in the day,according to The Knoxville News-Sentinel. Mr. Butcher, former chairman of Southern Industrial Bank, and his brother Jake, together operated 27 banks in Tennessee and Kentucky, once valued at $3 billion. The banks collapsed in 1983 under the weight of unsecured loans and paper corporations loaded with debt." CH was known to use cocaine and many think he was on the drug when he fell.         

Orange and White Quilt I made

                      I take orders for these quilts. Price varies according to size: begins at $125.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Whirlwind: the Butcher Banking Scandal by Sandra Lea (now deceased)

The true story of brothers, Jake and C.H. Butcher Jr., who rose from the poor rural countryside of Union County in the mountains of East Tennessee, to become masters of a multi-billion dollar banking empire.
Their lives of wealth and the power it bought created a whirlwind of greed and lavish spending rarely seen in today's world.
At the height of Jake Butcher's reign as chairman of the Knoxville's World's Fair, the house of Butcher fell like a house of cards, culminating in the third largest banking failure in our nation's history.
Hundreds of individuals and institutions were ruined in the Butcher debacle fanning a dismal decade of suicides and destruction, along with prison terms for the Butcher brothers and their associates.
Now, released from federal prison and under a sentence of bankruptcy for life, the brothers are "Back on top again," mastering million dollar deals and billion dollar dreams on borrowed money and borrowed time.

The copies I have for sale are signed by Jesse Barr; he was Jake's right hand man and provided the records for Sandra to review. 

Whirlwind: the Butcher Banking Scandal by Sandra Lea

   Sandra Lea was a dear friend of mine. She passed away in January of this year. In her will, she left a few of her closest friends several copies of her landmark book, Whirlwind: the Butcher Banking Scandal--a history book about a banking scandal that happened in this area in the late 70s early 80s.  After giving away several of them, I posted on E-bay and have been selling them like hot cakes to hungry lumberjacks.
  If you want to buy a copy, please let me know at Sunsphere  book @  . The price is $35 plus shipping of around $6. The book has over 800 pages and several photographs. 
You may go to www. amazon  .com and read reviews and get more info.
   There will never be any more of this book, so its value goes up each day. Many bookstore owners are buying copies to sell now and in the future. 
The copies I am selling are signed by Jesse Barr, who was heavily involved in the scandal. He served time in prison as did Jake Butcher. 

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Army can opener---easy to store, easy to use; best invention ever.

FORT MONMOUTH, N.J. -- It was invented in just 30 days in the summer of 1942 by Maj. Thomas Dennehy at the Subsistence Research Laboratory in Chicago.

And never in its more than 60-year history has it ever been known to "break, rust, need sharpening or polishing," which is why many Soldiers past and present have come to regard the P-38 C-Ration can opener as one of the best Army inventions ever.

C-Rations (tin cans filled with a variety of meats and vegetables) have been replaced with Meals Ready To Eat (MREs) but the phenomena of the P-38 continues due to the countless other uses that Soldiers found for it.

"The P-38 is one of those tools you keep and never want to get rid of," military policeman Sgt. Scott Kiraly said. "I've had my P-38 since joining the Army and kept it because I can use it as a screwdriver, knife, anything!"

Sgt. Maj. (Ret.) Steve Wilson believes it's the size of the P-38 that counts. 

"It's a perfect inch-and-a-half making it a great marking tool. Because it's small, it doesn't take up a lot of space and that's essential in Army life. The conveniently drilled hole in the top half means the P-38 can be put on a key ring or dog tags and go anywhere," he said.

Monday, August 31, 2015

A novel I am writing--The Diary of Rosalee Gibbs

 I have been working on writing this novel for the better part of this last year. I'll be finished within the next few months. I am posting the first four pages for you to enjoy.


                               The Diary of Rosalee Gibbs by Martha Rose Woodward

                                                 Chapter One
   I am in jail. Not prison. I have not been tried and convicted of a crime by a jury of my peers. I was arrested and thrown in a cell in the Knox County Detention Center which is a modernized name for a jail dreamed up by some consultant.
  I am currently wearing a size extra large, orange jump suit, white socks and size 8 green flip flops. I have been given a thin pillow and a rather small blanket. If I want to use the toilet there is one in my cell. If I want something to eat or drink, good luck because there is nothing available until meal time rolls back around.
  The actual Knox County Jail is a few miles away from where I am being held. It is located within the main building in Knoxville referred to as the City-County Building. That jail is not large enough to handle all the prisoners who come and go because as time has moved along in the history of our town, the population has increased. With more people moving in crime increased making a need for more beds for the criminals who were arrested. Therefore, the county built the facility where I find myself tonight.
   My name is Rosalee Gibbs. I am writing this diary because I have many things on my mind. I have to make some sense of how I wound up accused of murder.
   I am mad as hell that these idiots have trumped up some nutty charges against me. They say I killed my mother and step-father 35 years ago. Who comes up with this bullshit? True my mother and step-father died under suspicious circumstances, but their deaths were ruled as accidents. It appeared at the time that the gas line in the heating system in their new home in Chattanoogna, Tennessee had sprung a small leak. It was determined that leaking gas killed them in their sleep.
  Do these yahoos, who have accused me of murder, actually believe that a freshman college student plotted to kill her parents by punching a small hole in a gas line with an ice pick? I mean, people die from all kinds of reasons, like being poisoned, for instance. 
  I was given the honor of being arrested by the sheriff of Knox County, CC Clemons. I guess I should feel honored because most folks are arrested by one of his lowly deputies. Yes sir, CC himself came to my front porch. When I saw him drive up into my driveway I thought he was stopping by for a quick visit like he has done for many years.
    CC and I became friends when he was a cadet in the Junior Police Division of Cadet School. Over the years CC and I have been involved in numerous highly publicized crimes with CC as a representative of law enforcement and me as a reporter for the largest paper in town The Knoxville Times Newspaper.
    I am currently 66 years old. CC is 50, but I tell you the god’s honest truth, if I was not married and CC was a few years older, I’d be chasing him all around town.
   CC is one sexy dude. He is tall, muscular and has the clearest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. He is prematurely white headed and kind of chubby. His entire face sparkles when he smiles and he is dripping with charisma. CC is the kind of guy every woman wants to sleep with. Every man wants to be him. Did I say he's black? Yes, that is correct, CC was the first black man to be elected as sheriff of Knox County, Tennessee. And folks up North think we in the South are behind the times. We vote for the man here in this county, not for the color of his skin. 
  My career as a reporter began when I was given an assignment to serve as an intern for the Knoxville Times Newspaper. It came about during my junior year at the University of Tennessee as I was majoring in Journalism and Communications. That was over 30 years ago.
   Along the way I rose up through the ranks and am now the main writer for the paper. Have you ever heard that saying that an opera is not over until the “fat lady sings”? I am the fat lady in that comparison. Readers of our newspaper tell us they feel like they really have not heard the news until they have read my feature articles. The photo of me that typically accompanies my articles was left out of the paper one day due to a snafu and all hell broke loose.
  Not only am I well-loved and well-cared for in this county, I get my pick of the most interesting news stories.  If there is a noteworthy, criminal trial going on over at the courthouse folks expect that I’ll be on hand writing the play-by-play. One of the judges said I reminded him of a television program that used to be on air staring Angela Lansbury. He nicknamed me “Rosalee, Murder She Wrote” and made everyone in the courtroom laugh.
   Since I am in jail and have a lot of time on my hands, I feel the need to sort things out in my mind. I would prefer to write my thoughts in my diary, only thing is I have to write it in my mind because, for once in my life, I do not have a pad and pen in my hands.

 Maybe this is a good thing. A girl could go to prison for life for confessing to crimes by writing in her diary. I am not saying that would or could happen to me, but in my line of work I have seen it happen.