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Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Thomas McBean and the First Drug Store in Chippewa Falls

Occasionally a topic of local history catches my fancy for reasons related to my past profession.  When I was a practicing physician I called in/wrote out a lot of prescriptions.  I got to know the area pharmacists reasonably well and became interested in the history of the small town drug store.  In our times an awful lot more pills are moving around the system but most are sold by mail in services or soulless Big Box outfits and we have lost something of our culture.   Back in the day the drug store was a place to pick up medicines of variable efficacy, get a fancy drink at the soda fountain, perhaps buy a few magazines and other small items.

Getting to the beginning of the pharmacy business in my little town is not entirely straightforward.  The best sources are archived newspapers and county histories and both have gaps especially in the early years.  But near as I can tell this was the first drug store in town:


Thomas McBean had an interesting line of wares.  Interestingly compounded prescriptions were one of the few things he did not advertise as being for sale.  Then as now drug stores made a large share of their profit from things other than prescriptions.  Patent medicines were very popular and profitable in that day and age.  Many of them were just fancy versions of the alcohol "for medicinal purposes" that were also a staple.

Note the date, January 26th, 1867.  We know the store was in existence earlier than that as the following "Business Card" ad goes as far back as the extant copies of the Chippewa Union Times run:  ALEX McBEAN PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Offices at the Drug Store, Chippewa Falls, Wisc.  2y1.  The last notation is cryptic, I speculate that it means the ad had been running for two years, i.e. from 1865.  That would fit with the biography of the McBeans.   Notice that the reference is to "the" Drug Store.  While I can't exclude a small earlier enterprise it seems McBean had the field to himself by the mid 1860's.

Alexander McBean and Thomas were father and son.  The family moved to Chippewa Falls from, of all places, Jamaica.  The winters must have come as a surprise.  Arriving in 1856 they were true pioneers of the community.  Alexander was the first physician in the area.  Thomas was 13 and described as "a small boy in knee pants".  It seems he had a grand time growing up in a rough and tumble village that had perhaps 300 inhabitants on his arrival.  In later life he became a nostalgic historian and had his reminiscences of early Settler's Days published often in the local paper.

In the late 1850's McBean the younger clerked for H.S. Allen the pioneering timber magnate.  But with the outbreak of the Civil War both father and son enlisted in the Union Army.  Alexander was an Assistant Surgeon with the Second Wisconsin Volunteer Cavalry regiment.  Thomas was a hospital steward in the same unit, no doubt working directly with his father.  It must have been a busy education, the official record of the Regiment indicates that during the war they lost 312 men.....288 of them to disease!  We tend to forget that non combat deaths in earlier conflicts outnumbered those caused by enemy action, especially in units such as the 2nd Cavalry.  They spent a lot of time patrolling and chasing irregular Confederate bands, very little in major battles.

When the Second Cavalry mustered out in Austin Texas in 1865 one assumes the McBeans returned home.  Three years spent as a hospital steward plus the direct supervision of his father were more than enough credentials to start a drug store circa '65 or '66.  As is often the case with early institutions the paper saw no need to give an address....everyone knew where the Drug Store was.  The store was probably on Spring Street.

Perhaps it was the improvised training, perhaps just the tendency in times past for Men of Prominence to wear multiple hats, but other than ads there is not much substance to McBean's history as a druggist.  He is known to have had a partner named Frank McElvey in the early days.  By March of 1867 McBean bought him out.  There seems by the way to have been a very early club of local Scotsmen in town....McBean turns up on the membership roster of this "Caledonia Club".

Perhaps reflecting his other interests Thomas McBean became County Clerk in 1869, and is said to have studied law although never to have taken the bar exam.  The drug store business was becoming competitive as 1870 approached.  An energetic new firm called Foles and Hinckley had arrived and another man named Leroy Martin had a store.  The picture with Martin is very unclear, McBean is said to have sold half his stock to Martin who then set up in direct competition.  Martin being a former dry goods and grocery proprietor did not thrive in the business and was gone by the early 1870's.  
 
In 1875 two things happened in close succession.  Thomas McBean opened a new store on Bridge Street "At the Sign of the Golden Mortar", and he again sold a portion of the business this time to H.S. Allen, the same man he'd worked for almost 20 years earlier.  This seems to be at or near the end of McBean's career as a druggist.  As the story of drug stores in Chippewa Falls subsequently gets a lot more complicated lets set it aside for now.

After his days as a druggist McBean pursued other interests.  He was prominent in the local Democratic party.  He used his legal training to assist his fellow Civil War veterans, on numerous occasions helping destitute old soldiers receive improved pensions.  Eventually he settled into a career in real estate with a particular interest in selling land in the northern parts of the state.  But there was still a sense of restlessness to his career.  On several occasions the papers reported that he was about to relocate to take up a new business situation but these generally did not come to pass.

Later in life both he and his wife began to have declining health.  It was at this point that he began writing extensively for the local paper, with spirited accounts of the early days of Chippewa Falls.  His memory seems quite clear, but as to the total accuracy of his stories, well its hard to tell when he speaks with the authority of "One of the Last of the Old Settlers".

Supposedly he was going to compile these into a history of the community but was unable to bring the project to completion before his death in 1924.  Proud to the end of his Civil War service he died in the Old Soldiers Home in Waupaca but was buried in Chippewa Falls.  His tombstone in Hope Cemetery is a simple one.  Just his name and HOSP. STEWARD 2 WI CAV.

We'll resume the history of early drug stores another day...
 

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Monday, November 28, 2022

Memories of The Golden Goat

Sometimes it is a small thing that can set me off on a journey of discovery.  Recently in a conversation somebody mentioned the automatic can collecting machines you used to see here and there.  This brought back memories.  Memories of The Golden Goat.

These don't seem to have ever been common, but you'd run across them sometimes.  Bulky, shed like machines, they would usually be sitting in the parking lots of grocery stores.  They had a hopper into which you'd toss aluminum cans.  There would then be a remarkable series of spinning, clanking and rattling sounds and - if it was working properly - a few coins would plink out into your hands.  It was a bit like a gigantic slot machine where you always won just a little.  They looked like this:


Back in the early 90's we had a Goat down the hill from us.  And it made an impression on one of my kids who was then roughly five years old.  He and I would gather up cans, from our own use, that of the next door neighbors and others from who knows where.  Down the hill we went pulling a wagon load.  In go the cans.  Clanking and rattling commenced.  Coins dropped into a small eager hand one at a time.  

This young lad went on to become very mechanically adept, as well as being quite the capitalist.  I credit The Goat.  So what's the story of these machines?

They were invented by a John "Tyke" Miller of Phoenix Arizona.  He applied for a patent in 1979, receiving it two years later.  Miller died soon thereafter and I have to date learned nothing more about him.  The machines appear to have been manufactured by the Golden Recycling Company of Golden Colorado.  They were marketed primarily in the West and Midwest.  

One account I read says they compressed the cans into 20 pound cubes that were referred to as "biscuits".  These would then be bundled together into larger units that weighed 2,240 pounds and would be hauled off by semis to be recycled.

There were issues with these machines.  They didn't always work for one thing.  Sometimes they'd take your cans and give you nothing.  More valuable life lessons for the lad, but not good for repeat custom.


They were also messy.  Throw in thousands of empty cans, squish them into compact biscuits and you can easily imagine what happens to the drips of beer and soda that were often present.  They would be squeezed out, intermingled and ooze out the bottom of the machine.  This was messy, smelly and attracted yellow jackets.  

Mentions of Golden Goat machines - mostly complaints - are scattered through the 1990's and beyond, but after the Millennium they were probably in decline.  The last definite sighting I ran across was in Appleton Wisconsin in 2016.  Our local example used to sit on this spot.  The power that ran it came out of that adjacent pylon, which I think once held the sign of the grocery store on the site.  The yellow color is coincidence.

A curious footnote.  When looking for internet mentions of the Golden Goat machines I kept running across references to marijuana.  As this is a subject in which I have no interest at all it took me a while to figure out the connection.  Evidently a marijuana breeder in Topeka Kansas had an inadvertent cross breeding event.  One of the parent plants was called "Romulan" for some reason.  The resultant hybrid had a distinctive odor that reminded the breeder of the peculiar smells that emanated from the local can recycling machine.  Thus was born the Golden Goat strain of cannabis.  

It's never a good day unless you learn something new.

Friday, November 25, 2022

Old Badger Philosophizes about the Hunt

Deer Hunting camp is obviously much more about family time and establishing traditions than lesser concerns like putting meat in the freezer.  Per last posting one of the traditions has become....the deer outsmart Grandpa.  This amuses the grandchildren considerably and I try to play my role with good grace.  I call it the Old Badger scenario.

Old Badger is one of the central characters in a book we read to the small ones.  A old badger, presumably a grandparent, is off in the woods showing Young Badger how the world works.  It is organized around a series of questions framed thusly:


In the book the little imp is always inquiring as to whether OB can still do things like climb trees.  The revered ancient replies that He probably could if he had to but prefers to sit under the tree and let the apples drop down for him.

Regards my relative lack of success in deer hunting....

"Old Badger, can you still climb up into a tree stand?"

"Well yes, Young Badger I can, but it takes a bit longer and its a lot less comfortable than it was at your age"

"Old Badger, can you even see the deer when they walk by?"

"What the.....well, yes Young Badger, I still see 'em.  Maybe not from as far away as when I was your age.  At which point in time I had far better manners."

"Ha, ha!  Old Badger, would you drag a deer out of the woods or would it drag you?"

"(unintelligible mumblings) Now let me tell you a couple of things you insolent scamp.  When Uncle Badger needed help dragging one in it sure wasn't you that he called!  And when I got a deer a couple seasons back I dragged it over a mile to get it in.  Uphill."

"Old Badger, that wasn't a very big deer was it?"

"(further unintelligibal mumblings in which the word possum seems to feature).  You just wait ya cheeky little cub.  I'm not done hunting yet.  And who do you think Old Badger can still fool?"

"Gee, I dunno gramps, maybe toads 'n fungus?"

"Nope........Old Deer."






Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Deer Hunting - November 2022

The official record of our family deer hunts is recorded in The Book of Deer.  This year my grandson rather artistically summarized my hunt...


That's me in a tree stand.  A large bird is pooping on my head.  I'm aiming my rifle in the wrong direction and a gigantic deer is making rude noises at me from both ends.

It's not a bad summary.  My only quibble would be that it looks like I'm wearing a black mini skirt and that would be pretty chilly.  If a deer came along that was at my eye level in a tree stand I absolutely would freeze and take whatever abuse it chose to deal out.  That thing is 25 feet tall and although I appear to be wielding a small cannon I doubt it would do more than make this Eldritch Beast hoppin' mad.

Four days of hunting.  Did not get a deer.  I saw some.  Even had a couple in my sights but decided that the shots were either too long or at too weird an angle to be Sportsmanlike.

Both boys got deer, for one of them it was his second.  So I have venison.  

There is still the tail end of the nine day season and probably a second chance season in December, but with the kids, grandkids and dogs all departed deer camp is a quiet place.  Time to head back to civilization.

Monday, November 21, 2022

Deer Hunting 2022 Opening Weekend

 View from my ground blind opening morning.  


Lots of snow.  While pretty and useful for tracking if you get a deer it does crazy things to deer movement patterns.  I saw one deer briefly, just long enough to take the safety off but not long enough to line up a shot.  On the other hand both of my sons got nice deer opening morning.  Our friend Eddy and I are still shut out as of mid day Sunday.

With their deer already "hanging around" some of our hunting party have leisure for other things.  One of my boys remarkably saw two bears out and about.  Dude, you should be hibernating.  While this was taken through a scope bear are clearly not in season and were left alone.  Presumably they stumbled off and found someplace to sleep where deer hunters were not stomping around.


The tea party/deer camp/Happy Birthday event went off well.  I'm tempted to wear my blaze orange tiara crown out for the evening hunt.  My son says it will at least make other hunters keep their distance.  You should try to steer clear of apparent lunatics with rifles.


Well you'd think that would have worked but alas, no.  I did see a couple of deer at a range that perhaps my marksman son would have managed but I let them go.  Tomorrow is another day.  For me.  For them, maybe not.


Friday, November 18, 2022

Enigma Staff Challenge 2022

Time for the second annual Enigma staff challenge.  My little band of middle school cryptographers only had four weeks of work time and one of prep time.  But they learned quickly and are a devious bunch, so the challenges they put to an All Star Team of teachers and administrators were actually a bit harder than last year.  One of the things I taught them is how very much fun it is to see someone wander off track in exactly the direction you led them off into!

Four envelopes.

The usual rules.  Students are now the teachers and vice versa.  No unauthorized use of electronic devices.  All questions are fair game and encouraged.  Considerable latitude is allowed in the answers.  Oh, no outright fibbing, but there is nothing wrong with leading your student to the correct answer by a route that is both educational and entertaining....

Here the District Superintendent labors over a complicated cipher.


One challenge could only be solved with the help of a specific book in the library, which was adjacent to where we were holding the challenge.  It took them quite a while, perhaps because I threw in a bit of distracting bait in the wrong places...


Some things worked remarkably well.  It is human nature when you are handed something, say an encoding grid, to assume that things written on them should be read right side up.  But why would you assume that in a challenge where the stated intent is to mislead?  The students, who had of course fallen for this a couple of weeks back, found the struggles of the staff on this one to be quite humorous.

On the other hand the gps component of the challenge did not go that well.  It snowed over the last few days which made my tracks visible as I placed the clues an hour before the challenge began.  Of course I had to make several tracks go off into the adjacent woods!  And one clue was previously oriented with respect to a tree....which had been cut down in the intervening three weeks.  The gps hunters came in cold and overdue.  But they did find them all.

Mantra of the day was:  Be the kind of student you wish you had every day.  Be the kind of teacher you wish you had every day.  I think that was mostly adhered to but this batch of students had a delightful wicked streak and made the administrators and teachers really work for it this year.

We'll be seeing some of these kids again in future endevours.

Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Amusements in the Twentieth Century....

The story of the small town carnival is deeply engrained in American culture.  Once a staple it survives after a fashion at County Fairs and similar retro gatherings that still carry on in an on-line, digital, CGI age.  But were they as we imagine?  Were they a sort of gypsy enterprise with a whiff of the disreputable and even of the dangerous?   Come with me for a brief peek through the keyhole of history.  In true show biz fashion it will give you a view of center stage but only glimpses of what is going on Stage Left and Behind the Curtain.....


I ran across the story of the Twentieth Century Amusement Company entirely by accident.  I was looking into the particulars of a "Madam Rose" and her combination hat shop and cosmetics business.  In the process I figured out that she was married to a certain David Jones who ran a carnival.  Also an early movie theater.  

Above you see the two principals in the organization along with a couple of their main assets, a Ferris Wheel and a Merry Go Round. 

On the left is R.F. Cosgriff.  He was an Irish immigrant who moved by stages to Wisconsin by the late 1850's.  Although he is usually referred to as "Colonel Cosgriff" this seems to be the sort of honorific often accorded to showmen in this era.  But he was a Civil War veteran and while only a Private he did serve with distinction and was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor.  Interestingly this was for actions after surrender of the main Confederate army at Appomattox.  Here's a bit more on the man.

On the right is "Major" Dave Jones.  Certainly an honorific in this case he was born in 1865.  That would make him 45 years old in this picture.  I don't know as much about him.  The common first and last name sure don't help.  He and his wife Rose appear in the 1900 census living in Chippewa Falls.  They are both "boarders" in a large household.  Mr. Jones is an electrician.  The 1910 census shows them living with her parents and lists his occupation as "Carnival Co.".

In trying to relate the story of the Twentieth Century Amusement Company it is necessary to rely on mentions in the newspapers.  The home town Chippewa Falls paper is uniformly complimentary.  Papers from other communities are a bit more honest.

The enterprise seems to have been started in either 1908 or '09.  The earlier date reflects Cosgriff and Jones starting the Gem Theater in town, the latter is when references to the carnival touring begin.  At various times they performed in Chippewa Falls, Eau Claire, Mondovi, Augusta, Bloomer, Boyd, New Richmond, Wausau and at least once further afield in Missouri.  They had a base of sorts at Elroy Wisconsin where their rides were stored over winter.

One of their more interesting venues came in the Spring of 1910 when they contracted with the Chippewa Valley Railway, Light and Power Company to provide two weeks of entertainment to patrons at "Electric Park" at Lake Hallie.  In addition to the Ferris Wheel and Merry Go Round they were said to have "...a number of high class, clean and wholesome shows."

High class, clean and wholesome....well perhaps.  They had a reptile show.  They had a contortionist named Margaret Ritter who was billed as "the boneless girl".  They had a nice popcorn wagon supposedly just like the one a certain John Hoffer kept at the corner of Bridge Street and Spring in Chippewa Falls.  It is worth noting that the horse that pulled it ended up being stolen from a livery stable.

But the most dramatic feature of their shows were the aeronauts.  

Hot air balloons were not exactly new in the early 20th century but still a draw, and at their engagements Cosgriff and Jones would send them up daily.  Remarkably the procedure was to run the balloon up on a tether several thousand feet up....and have the balloonist parachute out!

If this sounds risky well it sure was. 

In July of 1910 a pole used to support the balloon on the ground broke free at an exhibition in Mondovi.  It struck 12 year old Palmer Olson on the head killing him instantly.

In October the same balloon burst into flames at a show in Arcadia, severely burning the aeronaut, a certain James Slowey.  An unsympathetic Eau Claire paper says that it "...seems an ill fated contrivance."

And the bad luck continued as another of their balloons went up in flames in Chippewa Falls in September while being prepared for the fair.

And then to make matters even worse Colonel Cosgriff died of pneumonia in November.

The troupe carried on for a while longer.  There is notice in 1911 that Cosgriff's son had arrived to take matters in hand and various mentions of the Twentieth Century Amusement Company do turn up in that year.  By 1912 the company seems to have been owned by a man named Crooks, with Jones as Secretary.  They appear to have toured farther away, out into "the Rockies".  They also appear to have gotten into making movies but that tale will have to be told another day.

In 1913 David Jones moved to Toledo Ohio to become manager of the Great North Western Carnival Company.  Rose Jones moves to Minneapolis the same year with no mention of her husband.   

During its brief heyday the Twentieth Century Amusement Company seems to have been a going concern.  It is said to have had 18 employees and business was steady in 1909 and 1910.  But did it fit our image of the small town carnival?

Pretty much.  There were stories of the county sheriff hauling away two girls under confusing circumstances.  A bunch of poodles got sold. Aerialists came and went.  A certain "Professor" Pearl Stuckey seems to have started the 1910 season but literally bailed out before things got tragic.  Flaming balloons, stolen pop corn wagon horse, death defying parachute drops.  If anything our mental images of traveling carnivals may be a bit too tame.




Monday, November 14, 2022

Deer Hunting 2022

The firearms season for deer opens at dawn on Saturday.  In a sense we are already "on the board" as my oldest son got a nice deer bowhunting last week.  

We've been slowly picking up assorted gear at thrift sales and such so we can now put out a few extra tree stands in case our primary spots don't pan out.  

There are a lot of things to do to get ready.  Dog safety gear, especially important for brown ones with big ears...


The master map has to be updated with new stand locations....


The map shows both our locations and the locations, where known, of other hunters.  We are the little yellow guys, game pieces from Lord of the Rings Risk.

Here is another hunter.....The Black Orc.  Probably a totally nice guy.


As it happens we will be having a 4th Birthday/Deer Camp/Tea Party.  I'm not sure there is any template for doing something like this so I just decided to make my own Tea Party Tiara out of blaze orange ribbon.


Well that makes it seem as if we are not taking it seriously this year.  But we are.  I've been out a half dozen times for target practice.  I've noted that my accuracy, while generally pretty good, gets less good as I send more lead down range.  I think 65 year old arms just don't hold as steady when they get tired.  So I went out yesterday with my youngest son who is a phenomenal marksman.  I set up at 75 yards, told him which of the several targets I was aiming at....and hit dead on with three in a row.

At that point I quit.  I've never fired more than three rounds in a season yet.

Friday, November 11, 2022

T'aint Natural I say.....

 November 10th, 7Am....


Approaching 60 degrees.  Mid day it brushed up against 70.  This is very unusual in Wisconsin this time of year.  As I remind my UK friends, we are next door to Canada.

Later in the day I had a small household task up on our roof.  For those who don't own an older house these fall into two main categories:  Current Rodent Entry Points and Future Ones.  But it was so darn nice I sat up there doing my work in shirt sleeves.  And barefoot.


Earlier I'd gone off on my usual three mile morning walk.  I heard a cricket.  There were bugs flying in the air.  A worm was painstakingly trying to cross a wet side walk.  I always pick them up and toss them where I think they are headed.  Who knows when we'll need that extra Karma Point.  I just hope I did not toss it to the wrong side of the sidewalk undoing hours of labor.  If I come up a few Karmic points short and end up reincarnated as a worm that's probably what will happen to me repeatedly.

But I've seen the forecast.  Time to run the gas out of the lawnmower, roll out the snow blower and make sure it will start up when needed.  Goodbye false spring.  




Wednesday, November 9, 2022

Assorted Robot Progress

Biggest robotics team ever.  Unusually we don't do any recruiting to speak of any more.  The kids just find us.  Some recent walk-ons:

"Hi, I'm ______ remember me?  I was in your robotics class six years ago."   Or....

"I'm Evan".  

"Ah, Evan _____."

"No, I'm a different Evan."

So we have many newbies, many of them named Evan, working and learning in the run up to another FIRST Robotics campaign.

Building an enclosure for the 3D printers that were assembled in previous sessions.  Powered rivet drivers must be listed among the supreme accomplishments of our species.


Final result.  Oh, not competition robot quality but more than sufficient as a learning tool.  They'll put the polycarbonate sides on next time.


Also a new video is out.  We basically found an abandoned CNC router and upgraded it for our use.  This will seriously help with prototyping and final fabrication.


Today we found out that we got a nice grant from 3M for the season ahead.  We already had a thank you video in the can and ready!


The biggest team we've had in prior years topped out at about 28, although a few were marginal members we did not see often.  This year for a recent and entirely optional pre-season session we had 35.   Amazing.




Monday, November 7, 2022

Deer Hunting 2022 - Preview while its still warm!

It's been a busy fall and as such more difficult to get things organized for the late November Extended Family Deer Hunt.  We think we'll have five or six hunters, assorted non hunting people, and two or three dogs on hand.

Deer numbers appear to be sufficient.  My major contribution to the pre-season has been frequent walks near - but usually not stomping right through - areas we are planning on hunting.  On a recent fall day I took two overlapping walks.  Total game count was 19 deer, 8 turkeys, four grouse.  One of the deer strolled by as I quietly sat at the base of a tree.  At a range of perhaps 30 yards it would have been an easy shot with a bow.

And in fact one of our party does have a bow license so we are technically allowed to put up stands now that the archery season is open.

This should be my view on Opening Day.  One area of public land we will be on has some quirky rules.  Anything non natural has to be taken down at the end of the day.  Also, there is no access for ATVs, so anybody hunting there has a quarter mile to haul themselves in, and hopefully a deer out.  I think I'll have it to myself.  This photo is from a natural blind that three generations of us built on a fine autumn day.  My grand daughter contributed lots of milkweed fluff; it grows all over the place.  I'll have to bring my trusty lawn chair and some blaze orange fabric panels.

Looks like pretty effective camo.  Hope I am sneaky enough to get there without stepping on every dry stick for a quarter of a mile.


We have a couple of circumstances where it would be useful to have two hunters working in close proximity.  This is a new set up for us.  Obviously safety belts and meticulous firearms safety will be necessary here.  I went up there once to tighten a bolt on the upper stand.  Once was enough.


I prefer a tree stand that is closer to terra firma and way more stable.  Back where I saw the clueless deer at 30 yards I put up this stand.  Oddly the area is crawling with deer most evenings but you seldom see one any other time.  Deer night club I guess.


To the experienced eye this stand looks very stable.  Wedged between two diverging trunks and held on with both strap and safety chain.  It also looks a bit improvised.  I'm not the inveterate dumpster diver I once was, but when you get a tree stand really cheap but with a torn canvas seat you have to be creative.  The leather straps are off a fifty year old Duluth pack I used to take on trips to the Boundary Waters Canoe area.  Back in the days when - despite far less on board padding - it was realistic to sleep on the ground.

Unlike that prospect the comfort level of this set up is quite acceptable.

Friday, November 4, 2022

Enigma Four (2022)

 

School schedules have their own quirks so no Enigma class last week.  That gave me two weeks to work on a suitable challenge.

Each group of students has their own strengths and weaknesses.  This year's bunch is big on foreign languages.  Last year's could not do a crossword if their lives depended on it.  

Another quirk this year is that there were significant staff changes in the program so it started a couple of weeks later.  That means only four working sessions, one for prep and one for Staff Challenge.  So what to do with our last working session?

Time to bring back our old pal Anastasia Ottendorf.....


If you don't know what an Ottendorf cipher is I'm not gonna tell you.  

They also liked a little side project we did in week one with a cipher "grill".  That could be made trickier.  Square versus rectangular gives more possible permutations.  And can I actually suggest wrong answers with subtle cues?


Well our last teaching session went pretty well.  I am pleased when the challenges I put to them can be solved with a bit of concentration.  Honestly, we worked on relaxation techniques to clear your mind!  I'm also pleased when they fall for a cleverly laid trap.  Because next week is prep time for the Staff Challenge, and the week after that we'll have a team of administrators and teachers trying to solve this stuff.

I took the precaution again of including a counselor on the list of invitees....to help the staff with their issues.  Alas she could not make it so they are On Their Own.

Wednesday, November 2, 2022

The Bag is never unpacked....

Well it is Game On for another season of excavating at Vindolanda.  Pints and barrows will be emptied again.  The latter is more likely to cause addiction than the former.

See some of you at The Bowes, 7pm GMT, 30 April.