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Friday, October 28
by
justeastofeden
on Fri 28 Oct 2005 10:49 PM CDT
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Tuesday, October 25
by
justeastofeden
on Tue 25 Oct 2005 04:07 PM CDT
Big Easy is Eric Wilder's new novel about murder, New Orleans and voodoo. more »
Sunday, October 23
by
justeastofeden
on Sun 23 Oct 2005 11:59 PM CDT
Friday, October 21
by
justeastofeden
on Fri 21 Oct 2005 10:02 PM CDT
Tuesday, October 18
by
justeastofeden
on Tue 18 Oct 2005 11:07 PM CDT
Sunday, October 16
by
justeastofeden
on Sun 16 Oct 2005 05:58 PM CDT
FEMA recently released a map of the United States indicating the locations of potential natural disasters. One of the prominent locations noted is the New Madrid Fault Zone. Perhaps the grandfather of all earthquakes occurred along the New Madrid Fault Zone. Three giant earthquakes struck the area in 1811 and 1812. While there was no seismic equipment during that time to measure the effects of the earthquakes, the largest is estimated to have been an 8.0 on the Richter Scale. The New Madrid Earthquakes caused large areas to sink and many new lakes to form. Some say that it was so powerful that it caused the Mississippi River to flow backwards for several days. Thousands of acres of forests were flattened and houses and crops sank. Few people were killed because the area was sparsely populated at the time. To put the quake in perspective, the recent Pakistan earthquake that killed almost 40,000 people had a magnitude of 7.6. An earthquake of the magnitude 8.0 would have the same effect as detonating 6 million tons of TNT. The New Madrid Fault Zone is still active and lies halfway between St. Louis and Memphis. If a repeat of the New Madrid Earthquakes occurred today, it could result in tremendous devastation and loss of life. http://www.ericwilder.com http://ericwilder.blogspot.com http://ghostofachance.blogspot.com http://energyissues.modblog.com
Sunday, October 2
by
justeastofeden
on Sun 02 Oct 2005 11:57 AM CDT
Thursday, September 22
by
justeastofeden
on Thu 22 Sep 2005 11:08 PM CDT
Wednesday, September 21
by
justeastofeden
on Wed 21 Sep 2005 11:14 PM CDT
I'm posting this pic from Vivian, Louisiana, but it is an authenthic picture of Eric's magic Oklahoma moonflowers - the worlds's best variety
Monday, September 19
by
justeastofeden
on Mon 19 Sep 2005 09:47 PM CDT
I searched the internet before posting this article, hoping to find more information about the subject. Finding none, I am writing this based on my memory (often faulty). Here is the story of Monterrey Lake as I know it: Among the piney woods and rolling hills of Northwest Louisiana is a little lake called Monterrey. It isn't far from Vivian and within a few miles of the Texas border. Before the United States acquired Texas and Louisiana, the swampy, heavily forested portion of Northeast Texas and Northwest Louisiana was known as "No Man's Land." This is because no one knew who owned it. A robber's town grew up around Monterrey Lake and it was called Monterrey. Bayou's connected the little lake to huge Caddo Lake. There was riverboat travel from New Orleans to Jefferson, Texas. Jefferson, at this time, was the largest seaport in Texas, even larger than Houston. Pirates, supposedly, would lie in wait for riverboats traversing the often narrow passageways, attack and pillage them. Famous people that supposedly visited the town include Jim Bowie - on his way to the Alamo - and the pirate Lafitte. The location of Monterrey is lost in the mists of Caddo Lake. Supposedly, there is a graveyard someplace among the creepers, ferns and brush. There is also, reportedly, a fortune in buried gold, still waiting for discovery. That's the legend of Monterrey as I've heard it. Please let me know if you can fill in some more of the blank pages, perhaps lost forever in the murky depths of time. Below is a peaceful glade near Jeems Bayou. http://ericwilder.blogspot.com http://www.ericwilder.com http://energyissues.modblog.com Monday, September 12
by
justeastofeden
on Mon 12 Sep 2005 05:46 PM CDT
Mermaids are mythical creatures, existing only in the minds of drunken sailors. Or are they? http://www.ericwilder.com http://ericwilder.blogspot.com http://ghostofachance.blogspot.com http://energyissues.modblog.com
Saturday, September 10
by
justeastofeden
on Sat 10 Sep 2005 05:50 PM CDT
Caddo Lake mermaid riding an alligator. A parking lot in Uncertain, Texas. Thursday, September 8
by
justeastofeden
on Thu 08 Sep 2005 10:50 PM CDT
Monday, September 5
by
justeastofeden
on Mon 05 Sep 2005 06:58 PM CDT
This Labor Day comes a week after Hurricane Katrina. It’s the last holiday of summer and the beginning of fall. This year, it means so much more. It signifies the first rays of hope for a region devastated by the largest natural disaster ever to strike the United States. Maybe next year, this holiday should be renamed Hope Day, for it will surely be remembered as the day the Nation turned the corner and healing began in earnest. Until then, my thoughts and prayers are with everyone effected by the tragedy.
Sunday, August 28
by
justeastofeden
on Sun 28 Aug 2005 11:11 PM CDT
As Katrina approaches the Louisiana coast, it is important to pray for the people of that state, and Mississippi, Alabama and Florida. This blog is devoted to people and places in this region and my heart goes out to everyone affected by this monster storm. http://www.ericwilder.com http://energyissues.modblog.com http://ericwilder.blogspot.com http://ghostofachance.blogspot.com
Saturday, August 27
by
justeastofeden
on Sat 27 Aug 2005 04:27 PM CDT
Not only is Arkansas one of the most beautiful states in the U.S., it also holds many secrets. Deep in the Ouachita Mountains, near the town of Hot Springs, is Lake Catherine. The first picture was taken on the bank of Lake Catherine and shows intensely folded strata, the result of plate tectonics and mountain building. The man in the red jacket is Doctor Ronald Konig, former head of the Department of Geology at the University of Arkansas. The man in the cap is John Rogers, a world famous geologist and author of a general geology textbook by Rogers and Dunbar. The middle picture is a bridge over a river in northern Arkansas. I just threw it in because the whole state is gorgeous. http://www.ericwilder.com http://ericwilder.blogspot.com http://ghostofachance.blogspot.com http://energyissues.modblog.com Sunday, August 14
by
justeastofeden
on Sun 14 Aug 2005 12:16 AM CDT
The Sun, on a day in 2004, became slightly fainter than usual because of a small, dark spot crossing its face. It was the child Venus, passing between Father Sun and Mother Earth.
Saturday, August 13
by
justeastofeden
on Sat 13 Aug 2005 11:44 PM CDT
There is a scene in the novel Ghost of a Chance where Buck Mcdivit sees a light coming from the water’s edge. Having recently witnessed what he thinks is a ghost, he investigates to find Wiley Johnson, fishing off the marina’s dock by the light of a flickering lantern. Wiley offers Buck a beer, listens to his ghost story then tells him one of his own. “Sounds like a paranormal occurrence, at the very least.” Wiley explains that he once checked out the local legend of a ghost that supposedly haunts the railroad track near Crossett, Arkansas — the ghost of a train conductor that literally lost his head during a railroad accident. As every writer knows, there is a little truth in all fiction. This is true of the story about the headless conductor — a ghost I saw with my own eyes. While attending college in Monroe, Louisiana, I worked at a bowling alley. Much in the manner of all fine Louisiana establishments, the bowling alley had a lounge. After closing at midnight, I, along with Trellis, the mechanic, Chuck, my roommate who also worked at the bowling alley, and Joe, the manager had a few drinks in the lounge. The discussion led to ghosts, the headless conductor of Crossett in particular, and we were in the right frame of mind to check it out for ourselves. Crossett is a little town in Southern Arkansas, not far from the Louisiana border. We stopped at a convenience store along the way to make sure we had enough beer for the trip. After passing through Crossett, we crossed the railroad track and parked beside the road. A jillion stars lit the clear Autumn sky — a good thing as we hadn’t thought to bring a flashlight. Joe waited in the car while Trellis, Chuck and I walked down the dark track in search of the headless ghost. Even in our advanced state of inebriation, we never really expected to see it, but see it we did. Darkness and surrounding trees and vegetation made it hard to judge distances, but we almost immediately saw something on the track in front of us — a hundred yards, perhaps a thousand yards away. It was a dim, incandescent blob of light that danced just above the tracks. When we moved toward it, it moved away. When we walked away from it, it chased us. We stayed on the tracks for what must have been an hour, the dancing blob of light present the entire time. We all saw it, even Joe, the bowling alley manager that had driven us to Crossett. Joe didn’t drink alcohol. We saw something. Granted, it may have been swamp gas, or some other unexplained phenomena. What it seemed like to me was an entity, a real being that sensed our presence, meant us no harm but had fun “playing” with us. Don’t believe me? Then I urge you to go to Crossett, Arkansas and check it out for yourself. http://www.ericwilder.com/ http://energyissues.modblog.com/ http://ghostofachance.blogspot.com Sunday, August 7
by
justeastofeden
on Sun 07 Aug 2005 08:54 PM CDT
The mirliton is a green, pear-shaped fruit grown in abundance in South Louisiana. They grow up the fence by the dozens in Mama Mulate’s back yard. There are hundreds of ways to prepare this fruit, usually like a vegetable such as squash, but Mama especially likes this particular variation. 8 mirlitons 1/4 cup Zaterain’s liquid crab boil 2 large onions, chopped 6 tablespoons butter 1 cup of extra virgin olive oil 1 cup cheap white wine 1 tablespoon lemon juice 1 teaspoon paprika 1 teaspoon salt 2 eggs, well beaten 2 sprigs thyme 2 cups bread crumbs 2 cloves garlic, minced 1 pound crawfish tails 1 teaspoon black pepper 1 teaspoon white pepper 2 teaspoons chopped parsley Simmer mirlitons about 1 to 1-1/2 hours in salted water, or until tender. Remove from water, drain, and half. Remove the seed and scoop out pulp with a spoon. Reserve the shells. Chop the pulp and add bread crumbs. Saute chopped onions, garlic, and crawfish in crab boil, butter, wine, lemon juice and olive oil over medium heat until tender. Stir in pulp, salt, paprika and pepper. Stir often and cook for about 5 minutes. Add beaten eggs, parsley, and thyme and mix thoroughly. Scoop the dressing back into the individual shells, top with bread crumbs and dot with butter. Bake in a 375-degree Fahrenheit oven for 20 to 25 minutes, or until hot. Friday, July 29
by
justeastofeden
on Fri 29 Jul 2005 10:17 PM CDT
Everyone needs an angel
Thursday, July 28
by
justeastofeden
on Thu 28 Jul 2005 05:56 PM CDT
Tuesday, July 5
by
justeastofeden
on Tue 05 Jul 2005 04:27 PM CDT
Note from Eric Wilder - This article was written by Bob Butland and is included, because of its historical significance ... more » Monday, July 4
by
justeastofeden
on Mon 04 Jul 2005 10:37 AM CDT
Saturday, July 2
by
justeastofeden
on Sat 02 Jul 2005 02:28 PM CDT
Ever think you see a moving shadow, but aren't really sure? Have you caught a glimpse of something in the corner of your eye, only to find it gone when you turn around? Have you awoken from a vivid dream, trying to remember where you just were, who you were with and what you were doing? Then maybe you've come to the right place. A mysterious destination, just east of Eden --- http://www.ericwilder.com |
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Mermaids are mythical creatures, existing only in the minds of drunken sailors. Or are they?



Everyone needs an angel
Buck McDivit visits steamy Caddo Lake where he encounters the ghost of a murdered girl and a sunken riverboat loaded with Confederate gold. East Texas and Northwest Louisiana is the backdrop for this fast-paced mystery written by Eric Wilder. Available at any bookstore, or on the web at