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Saturday, June 23, 2007

THE FUNNIEST TRUE STORY I HAVE EVER READ

This is a true story from THE MADISON COURIER newspaper in Madison, Indiana where I used to live. I think it is one of the funniest true stories I have ever read and will no doubt be the subject of conversations for decades to come.

The case of the uninvited visitorPeggy VlerebomeCourier Staff Writer

The scene was just as George Mayfield had described it on the telephone: There was a dead bull in his bathroom.It had been there about six weeks, and smelled pretty bad, he said. Accurate again.The stench was not as bad as it was two weeks ago when he returned from wintering in Florida, though. His daughter and son-in-law had returned with him, intending to help him fix up the place so he could move out of "the big house" and down the hill into the bungalow, which was a rental house that hadn't had tenants for a couple of years.

First, the tall grass and undergrowth around the bungalow had to be mowed."We were starting to Bush Hog and mow," Mayfield said Friday morning. "My son-in-law made one pass around the house and came up where I was and said there was something terribly wrong in the house."The front door of the cottage was locked. Two of the four windows on the front had been broken, the bathroom window on the left and a living room window next to the door. Neither window was completely broken out.They unlocked the door and entered. Inside was a smelly, grisly sight. A large cow paddy was on the wood living room floor. To the right, one of the two bedrooms had cow manure ground into the carpet and splattered up the walls several inches. But the walls were otherwise unmarked, showing no sign that a panicked bull might have thrashed around in there.All that manure, though, didn't explain the stench, so Mayfield's son-in-law followed his nose across the house to the bathroom. The door wouldn't open. They busted it open and saw a large, dead animal.

Mayfield called the Jefferson County Sheriff's Office. Deputy Tony Klein came out to Mayfield's on Interstate Block Road near County Road 800-W. In the bathroom, they saw how the bull had fallen on its left shoulder, evidently breaking the toilet as it fell. A piece of the toilet mechanism lay on the bull.Within two hours, Klein returned to Mayfield's to say he had found the owner, Edward Frederick of Hanover. Frederick said Friday evening that he's not 100 percent sure the dead bull in Mayfield's bathroom is the bull that disappeared from his son-in-law's herd about four weeks before Mayfield came home from Florida.But he's 90 percent sure because he had gone over to Mayfield's and saw a big bull dead in the bathroom; he was missing a bull; no one else had reported a bull missing; and all his efforts to find his bull had been fruitless. He had advertised in The Madison Courier, had gone from door to door inquiring if anyone had seen his bull or leaving a flier if no one was home, and had posted fliers at the Kent General Store and all around the area.When the bull had been gone about a month, he reported it to the sheriff's office because by then he figured it must have been stolen. Within a couple of days, the sheriff's office notified him that his bull had been found dead in George Mayfield's bathroom.

His bull had been staying with his son-in-law's herd not far from Mayfield's. The fence across a creek on the farm had washed out, possibly providing an escape route, Frederick said his son-in-law discovered."He was a good bull," Frederick said. "He was good breeding stock." The bull was born in 2004 and was a registered Limousin weighing about 1,600 pounds, he said. Some time back, the bull had pulled out the registration tag on its ear, he said, so that wasn't available to use for identification.A neighbor of his son-in-law had seen the bull loose and had kept him on his property, and called Frederick's son-in-law to tell him so he could go get it. "Apparently he didn't get there fast enough," Frederick said, because a day or two later the neighbor turned the bull loose, figuring it would return to the herd.

So now Mayfield had a dead bull in the bathroom of the bungalow he wanted to call home.A couple of weeks went by when nothing much happened in the way of insurance, but the weather was hot and the smell from the bungalow was strong, wafting out the broken windows and permeating everything it touched.Frederick's liability-insurance carrier turned to the local franchise for Servpro, whose slogan is "Like It Never Even Happened."Duane Schmidt, who is manager of the Servpro of Madison, Lawrenceburg and Versailles franchise owned by his wife, Nina, went to Mayfield's earlier this week to check out the unusual job request. He had never heard of such a cleanup request, and no one else at Servpro he talked to had, either.He said the odor ranked right up there for awfulness with the freezer full of shrimp he removed from the Elks Club after the fire last August.The way to get rid of odor, or anything else noxious such as mold, is to remove the sources, he said.The place to start would be to remove the stinking bull from the bathroom.

That is easier said than done. The dangers in such a situation are blood-borne diseases, such as diseases the legions of flies on the bull carcass could carry, and airborne toxins such as anthrax, Schmidt said.The danger is highest when a dead animal is moved, he said. Schmidt called in another national cleanup company, Aftermath Inc.Ordinarily, Aftermath workers from Ohio would be sent, but Rick Bartz said he and Greg Moffett were sent from Plainfield, Ill., the corporate headquarters for Aftermath in the United States, because no one in Ohio wanted the job."This is the first time we've done anything like this," Bartz said. No one at Aftermath had ever heard of such a cleanup request. Usually they deal with human beings who have been dead a while or died messily. The dead bull odor wasn't as bad as they are used to dealing with, they said.Bartz and Moffett donned blue protective, hooded suits, two pairs of gloves, plastic foot covers over the enclosed feet of the suits and carbon respirators, and headed indoors. They didn't have a plan. "This is going to be one of those think-on-your-feet days," Bartz said.

The bull's grave was waiting. Mayfield's friend Gene Sutton of Sutton Builders had come over with his backhoe in the morning. In the sweet-smelling woods around the corner from the bungalow, he scooped out red clay until he hit limestone.He also cleared the shrubs that had grown up in front of the bathroom window in case the workers intended to move the dead bull out through the window. While Mayfield and Sutton waited for Bartz and Moffett to get their gear together, Sutton, with the touch of a practiced surgeon with a scalpel, used his backhoe to clear away the shrubbery and vines from the entire front of the bungalow so there would be room to maneuver the carcass.Inside the bungalow, Bartz and Moffett were getting their first close look at the job at hand.Loud noises were coming from the bathroom. "He's pretty hollow," one of them shouted through the respirator mask covering his face. "Wheeeewwww."They thought they might be able to drag the bull out and put it on Sutton's backhoe for delivery to the grave. The carcass was sticking to the floor, so that could be a problem.

Nina Schmidt went to get a portable generator in case they needed to use their electric saw to cut up the carcass.In the end, the carcass was pretty well dried out, and was mostly hide and bones and not very heavy, so they tied a rope around it, dragged it out the front door and loaded it on Sutton's backhoe. He took the bull to the grave and covered it.But how did the bull end up in Mayfield's house, much less dead in his bathroom?Since the door was locked, one theory is that the bull barged through a window. Frederick has talked to several people about this, and they are of the same opinion as he is: "They have never heard of a bull going through a window."Another theory among those waiting for the removal Friday was that someone broke into the bungalow, then unlocked the door and took the bull inside.How and why, and what happened inside the bungalow are mysteries."It's one of the weirdest things I've ever seen," Frederick said.


Sunday, June 17, 2007

ICED TEA DISASTER

My younger daughter recently wrote about making home made iced tea and having to call the coffee/tea shop to find out how to make it. Friday night I was making iced tea hurriedly while a friend was visiting. I had the tea steeped and the pitcher topped up. I was stirring the finished product with a long handled spoon when suddenly the tea came spurting out of the bottom of the pitcher as though from a spigot. I had accidentally hit the pitcher with the spoon so as to punch a nickle sized hole into it. The tea got all down the front of me and soaked a wool rug in the kitchen before I could respond; I was so surprised as to be dumb founded. I grabbed the pitcher and plunged it into the sink and threw some towels on top of the rug. What a time to have to haul out a 5'x7' rug and clean it. Anyway, I made tea again, finished the movie we were watching and then took the rug out and threw it over a railing. I gave it a cold scrub and rinse, turned it upside down and rinsed it thoroughly from the back side and in less than 24 hours it was dry and beautiful again. What an experience. I guess the moral to this story is to use a plastic pitcher. Wish I had a stainless steel one. Hmm! Maybe a trip to a restaurant supply might produce one.

It is good iced tea weather here as Florida usually is, but the weather is getting hooter and we have been having some good rains. The grass and weeds are growing faster. Weed eating isn't very exciting but a good swim is. Swimming beckons later today. The pool water feels awfully refreshing these hot days.

I finally saw "An Inconvenient Truth" and "The Constant Gardner" this week. Both were great films I would highly recommend. I recently saw "The Waitress" which I don't recommend unless you like adultery and "Wild Hogs" for a second time which I found even funnier than the first. I think I will follow it up today with "The Motorcycle Diaries" since it is here from Netflix--thanks to a 2 month free trail from my daughter. It helps fill some time since I had cable turned off for the summer. I'm reading a lot too--this and that.

Happy Sunday and Father's Day everyone. There is a small soiree at my brother's home this evening with swimming and food. I have a little something for him for Father's Day--since he does so many nice things for me.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

IN MEMORY OF TERRIE CRIST

Terrie Crist, my son-in-law's step sister, died yesterday after a long and valiant fight with cancer. She was a beautiful lady and will be sadly missed by her loving family. May she rest in the peace that this life could not give.

I only met Terrie a couple of times but was impressed by the inner beauty that I sensed in her. She made a lasting impression on me. Perhaps it was the tireless effort that she put forth to beat one of the most deadly of cancers and the years that she had as a result of that fighting spirit that made its mark on me. I am so glad that our paths crossed in this life.

A Hole In My Heart

One of the things I have learned recently and had verified this weekend is that I have a big hole in my heart. The hole started on November 12, 1971 when I gave birth to my twin son and daughter. It was never detected and was enlarged when my daughter was born March 18, 1977. I never knew that the hole was there until they all left home and I began to notice that when I was with my children, or even one of them, that something dramatically would change in me. I would feel so different--so whole--and then our time together would end and there would be this emptiness again. Finally I realized that the hole in my heart only gets filled and gets my heart going at capacity when one of my children is with me. My heart was filled up this weekend when Baby Amanda visited me and we also visited with John.

The weekend was really fun. We did lots of girly stuff. We shopped, ate, went to a movie, shopped, ate some more, met John's Lady Cheryl and her mother Cynthia and her sisters for a meal that we all enjoyed thoroughly. This was my first meeting with Cheryl's family and I loved them all. It helped to fill up my heart even more. Now I feel that I have a bigger family than ever. I love family and family doings so this thrills me. We watched movies at home and took naps, went to church--everything a mom and her child should do. The loving bond between us was the best part of all. My nest had one of the chicks back.

Maybe it is because I am growing older and I am beginning to feel older that I feel so filled up when one of the children visits or I visit one of them. Then when it is over I have this profound feeling of emptiness for a little while--like the very life blood oozing out of that hole in my heart. As I have written before, I cannot imagine my life without these chicks of mine.

Now life goes on and I begin to pick up my life again and they go on with theirs until we have a meeting once more. Thank you God for my children and all of the other children that have come into my life through them. We have made life long memories for all of us that I hope will carry on for generations to come.

Friday, June 01, 2007

IN MEMORY OF CHARLOTTE JACKSON

My dear friend Charlotte died yesterday. She lived in Madison, Indiana but was in Jewish Hospital in Louisville, Kentucky. She was just my age. I do not know the cause of death--heart I am guessing. She was a dear person who could be both serious and funny. I have great memories of her and I am sorrowful for all those who loved her. Rest in peace, sweet Charlotte. You are now like a dream to me.

HURRICANE SEASON 2007

Today is the first day of hurrican season and would you believe on the first day we have our first named storm of the season, Barry. It is only and expected only to be a tropical storm and has brought us rain already which is wonderful. It could spawn some tornadic activity and cause some water swells along the Gulf coast. It should be moved out of the area by the first of the week. Rain, sweet rain, keeep coming down.

Today was a good but busy day. I started out at 8 a.m. taking friends to the airport in Tampa. At 12:30 I met the Friday girls for lunch at Olive Garden. Soup, salad and wonderful conversation were the menu for the day. We didn't do a movie today. We just talked a lot. It is such a blessed thing for me to have this group of loving women in my life.

I made a brief shopping expedition after lunch and got some new walking shoes. My old ones were not very comfortable and never had been. I wore the new ones all through the store for about half an hour or more before buying them. I think they will work for me.

Now the rain is falling softly and I hope it will induce sweet sleep and dreams tonight. I am going to put some clothes to soak in the washer, take my pills and read. Oh, the blessedness of losing oneself in the joys of reading. Peace to all.