By: Pop
[2004-03-11]
Zany Ganung 2004
A Story with a Moral
So I'm at the
HistoricalSociety library last week, and I hear whispered across the room "Zany Ganung." "Zany Ganung?" "How's that spelled?" "G-A-N-U-N-G." So I wander over and it's the librarian talking to an old lady at one of the tables.
I told the librarian, "Hey! Zany's mine! You can't be working on Zany Ganung without my permission."
Turns out the old lady was working on information for plaques and reenactors for the Jacksonville Cemetery (should be an interesting sensation seeing the pioneers standing beside their own graves). I told her everything I know about Zany, and that I'd written up her story pretty roughly and put in the Zany Ganung vertical file.
So a week later I'm back at the library and the librarian tells me that the old ladies were all agog after reading my material. "Do you know that that man has Zany Ganung's liver in a jar? And he has the ax she used to cut down the flagpole -- though he had to replace the handle. And the head."
Guess I should have reread that stuff I wrote before I put it in the vertical file.
You have to be smart, or at least have a good memory, to be a good liar. - David Glenn Rinehart
There's a bunch of medical doctors, air traffic controllers, lawyers, and other sorts of professionals who have adopted a group living situation here, collectively known as Zany Ramorsky. They rented a big house on a horse farm, furnished it with oriental rugs and comfortable furniture, and they have parties every weekend in the basement party room. I met a guy who was supposed to have died seven years earlier from cancer, he had part of his brain removed, one lung removed, and one leg removed, so he danced all night on his remaining leg. He got morphine four times a day. The Zanies went for a vacation to the UK and bought a double-decker bus which they toured Spain and Portugal. There was some restaurant where the wine was served in large ceramic penii. So, after crossing at Gibraltar into Morocco and touring around there for a while, they traded the double-decker bus for a piece of hash the size of a bowling ball. What is weird is that most of the Zany story is chronicled in low-speed 16mm film that is sort too slow for continuity and is jerky like an old Charlie Chaplin movie, but this allows for a lot of filming with less film. That's the onliest Zany around these parts. There's some about Ganungs in Oregon, but I can't find Zany. The history of K-Falls is sort of interesting.
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-Did you mean: "Zany Gunung"
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Isn't that a fanatic Chinese cult?
The only place you'll find Zany on the Web (until now, anyway) is under the name Zena Ganung. Her first name was really Mary, but if you search Mary Z. and Lewis Ganung you'll find there was another couple with those names, in the same era, who lived in and are buried in Connecticut.
Zany was a protofeminist, long before there was a feminist movement. She's best known as the lady who chopped down and burned the "Confederate" (actually a palmetto-and-rattlesnake) flag that flew briefly over Jacksonville's main drag after the firing on Fort Sumter. If you click on the link above, Zany's house would have been behind your left shoulder, and the flag behind your right.
The Episcopal Church just up the street, the preacher's house is historical for having been visited by John Mosby, "The Grey Ghost," a behind-the-lines guerilla fighter. The house had been hq for a Yankee general who was asleep when Mosby paid him a visit. Instead of bashing him in the head, Mosby took off his belt and whipped the Yankee general and gave him a lecture on being such a bad general as to get caught asleep, then stoled all the horses. The first Reb soldier was kilt just down the street from there. There's the Clara Barton House just down the road of Civil War nursing fame. Also, a lost payrool shipment of 5-tons of gold that got buried and lost in the heat of battle, the Lost Beall Fortune. The local historical society ain't much, so I don't know if there are any colorful local ladies. I mean, sure, there's Martha Washington and Nelly Custis Lee. And Dolly Madison's peculiar "Octagon House," but I'm sort of more interested in gritty women like Clara Barton.
Speaking of Clara Barton, I'm going to put up a Bad History page on my website. Another local lady was a Civil War nurse who recounted stories of hiding patients from the doctors, because since the docs got paid $50 for an amputation but only a few bucks for debriding a wound, guess what was the treatment of choice?
The Bad History part? I doubt you'll be able to find a mention of Civil War amputations without the "information" that amputation was the best treatment available.
Yep, I've seen the medical bags, lots of hacksaws and big knives. I think that a lot of the amputations were done without even a jigger of whiskey; no wonder the patients had sort of a glazed look long after. I heard that if you got gut-shot with a Springfield .58 calibre, they didn't do anything. And worse yet, sometimes the soldiers used wooden bullets that tended to splinter. I like the Louisiana "Tigers" Unit, they had pantaloons and a red fez!
Revisionists are now pointing out that anesthesia (ether, nitrous and chloroform, I guess) was plentiful and widely used for Civil War battlefield surgeries.
I don't know about how much anesthesia was around, but I'd still bet that a lot of surgery was done without. They couldn't get whiskey because Grant was drinking all of it. Disney was going to put up a Civil War theme park on the local Bull Run Battlefield, but got voted down. One friend said that they wanted to see Disney's version of Andersonville Prison Camp. At the battlefield museum they have some grapeshot cannisters that look like fun. At the First Battle of Bull Run, there were so many different kinds of uniforms that nobody was certain who to shoot at.
Ken Burns on Disney
"At the charge on the heights of Fredricksburg, Va., a 3-oz grapeshot struck Pvt. Charles P. Betts of Company I, 26th New Jersey Volunteers in the upper sternum at the level of the third rib. What should have been a fatal penetrating chest wound became one of the most intriguing medical stories of the Civil War. He was first seen at the 2nd Division of the Sixth Corps hospital the following day where it was noted that through the wound the, arch of the aorta was distinctly visible, and its pulsations could be counted. Despite an open chest wound, a left pneumothorax, and no surgical care, Pvt. Betts injuries healed and he lived at least another eight years."
http://www.dmu.edu/surgery/carpenter.htm
This sucks! and NHL 2004 for PS2 rules!
60% of people don't know much history, it's not just "kids these days" but back to before World War One. That's OK, because 60% of Americans take a literal view of Biblical Creation. I lament that most people can name-off all kinda sports statistics and team rosters, yet don't know jackshit about their local politics, local economics, or local political representatives. That's OK, I don't know who currently has the Stanley Cup. If you like NHL better, why don't you make like a hockey team and get the puck out of here? PS2 does it for you, that's nice. Some people are easily amused.
NHL 2004 rules, but does it rule OK?
This is BORing! History is only intrusting when it involves things that happened last night between overpaid athletes!
I dunno about PS2, I attended PS7--
Sometimes I skate at the local rink, and they practice hockey there. We got to wait 'til the practice games are over so we can skate. OK, so one time there's a fierce game going on and a couple of guys are chasing the puck up the ice trying to get control of it again, and it goes into the goal. They were so pissed-off that two guys started sticking the crap out of the goalie, the refs were tired of trying to get the players to do anything, so they skated off the ice and the goalie got sticked for about five minutes! Finally, they cleared the ice and the Zamboni polished it up so we could skate. It's funnest in the middle of July when it's 103F outside to go skate on the ice. My favorite hockey shot is to have a guy put his stick blade on the ice at an angle beside the goal, then skate up the ice toward the goal; the goalie gets faked and is setting-up to block. Then, slap the puck at the stick parked on the other side of the goal, a bank shot. Try that on PS2!
I believe the two are successfully combined in Battlefield 1942. naziis r teh suck!@ i pwned roomel!!1
I looked at the Stanley Cup stats, and it seems that no Canadian team has had the cup in ten years, then Montreal. I cannot figure how New Jersey could win the Stanley Cup. What's going on with your paisanos that Canuck hockey teams get beat by New Jersey? I'm starting to think that hockey is as crooked as wrestling. Want some real computer fun, econometric modeling: the object is to beat Japan.
A PS2 game with Panzer Tanks and Zambonis would be OK.
