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Welcome to the newest newsletter member(s):

• Bill Keeney

• Janice  (Jeffries) Hudnall

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Contributors

Donald C. McGlothlen

Cindy Marcell

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Editor's note

Hello Everyone,

I normally start putting the next newsletter together the day I put one out, but this issue I had no idea what I was going to include for this month & it was half gone, but thanks to Cindy Marcell who sent in a couple of photos, & Don McG. who sent in an item entitled "The Mystery of the Missouri Keeneys, or, Who were these people? it finally came together.

Come on folks I need some help in order to keep doing a monthly issue, items from the past are great, but current items would be fine too. Has one of your children joined a sports team? you could send in a team photo or a photo of the child in the team uniform, remember a current photo will one day become a photo from the past. Did anyone get married? Has anyone passed on? Has anyone had a baby?

Has anything happened that would make a good family story?  Has anyone run across a distant cousin because of this site? That's just a few ideas off the top of my head.

If anyone is interested I've started posting some of the pictures of  Ireland, you can view them from here.

I've also added some new features to the site you can now take a poll to rate the site (Java based), there's a form so you can tell a friend about the site, and a daily cartoon just for fun.

Well now that I have that out of the way, I have news of a wedding.

Miss Susan Devier Keeney was wed to Guy Scott Durnil on the beach of Jekyll Island GA. on 14 October 2000. The information came from Susan on the 3rd of October 2000.

~Dan

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From the inbox.....

From: Donald C. McGlothlen

Date: Friday, October 20, 2000 18:08

Subject: New Keeney Newsletter Item & Status on Old One

Hello Dan,

I have had only one Email regarding the John Keeney, Jr. probate transcription - that one thanking me for doing it.  Looks as like almost no one is actively researching the Keeneys in Missouri of that time period.

Being hard to discourage, I've prepared another short item on the Missouri Keeney Klan.  Here it is, for your next Keeney Newsletter!

"The Mystery of the Missouri Keeneys, or, Who were these people?

Well, there you have it, Dan.  Let's see if this smokes anything about the Keeneys in early Missouri out of the brushpile.

Don

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From: Ray Keeney

Date: Monday, October 16, 2000 14:55

Subject: Important Message (Fight against drunk driving!)

Date: Saturday, 14 October, 2000 10:45 AM
Subject: Important Message

"I went to a party, Mom"
 I went to a party, and remembered what you said.
 You told me not to drink, Mom  so I had a sprite instead.

 I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would,
 that I didn't drink and drive, though some friends said I should.

 I made a healthy choice, and your advice to me was right,as the party
 finally ended, and the kids drove out of sight.

 I got into my car, sure to get home in one piece,
 I never knew what was coming, Mom, something I expected least.

 Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say,
 The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
 Mom, His voice seems far away.

 My own blood's all around me, as I try hard not to cry.
 I can hear the paramedic say, This girl is going to die."

 I'm sure the guy had no idea,  while he was flying high,
 because he chose to drink and drive,  now I would have to die.

 So why do people do it, Mom  Knowing that it ruins lives?
 And now the pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives.

 Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom tell daddy to be brave,
 and when I'm gone Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

 Someone should have taught him, that its wrong to drink and drive.
 Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive.
 
 My breath is getting shorter, Mom I'm getting really scared.
 These are my final moments, and I'm so unprepared.

 I wish that you could hold me Mom, as I lie here and die.
 I wish that I could say I love you, Mom,
 So, I love you, good-bye.

(Editors note: if you'd like to send this on I've created a page for it see Important)

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From: Betty McCoy Richards

Date: Wednesday, October 11, 2000 23:29

Subject: 

Dan: Thanks for your help. I was able to download your Oct. newsletter. If you live in Mo., Texas Co. Genealogical Society has several volumes titled "Texas County Heritage".  The first was in 1989 (Vol. I and ll.); then Vol. ll. in 1992. Keeney history in all of them.  If I can get their address, I would like to buy any subsequent volumes.  Would you have the address?  Betty (McCoy)(Keeney) Richards 

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From: John Monroe 

Date: Wednesday, October 04, 2000 19:42

Subject: Just one more & Who do you love?

Subject: Just one more

Christian Speeding Through Life  -

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone.   Fourth time in as many months.  How could a guy get caught so often?

When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially.   Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.

Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.

The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.  Bob?

Bob from Church?  Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.

This was worse than the coming ticket.  A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church.

A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office.   A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.

Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.

"Hi, Bob.  Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."

"Yeah, I guess."

Bob seemed uncertain.  Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately.  I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit-just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement.

"Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight.

Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean.  I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct." Ouch.  This was not going in the right direction.

Time to change tactics.

"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy.  Would you sit back in your car please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob.  I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car." Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door.  Slamming it shut, he stared at the dash board.

He was in no rush to open the window.  The minutes ticked by.

Bob scribbled away on the pad.

Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?  Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again.

A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.  There was Bob, a folded paper in hand.  Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word.  Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.  Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.

How much was this one going to cost?  Wait a minute.  What was this?

Some kind of joke?  Certainly not a ticket.  Jack began to read:

"Dear Jack,

Once upon a time I had a daughter.  She was six when killed by a car.   You guessed it-a speeding driver.  A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free.  Free to hug his daughters.

All three of them.

I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again.  A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had.  Maybe I did, but I need to do it again.

Even now.  Pray for me.  And be careful.  My son is all I have left.

Bob"

Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road.  Jack watched until it disappeared.  A full 15 minutes later, he, too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

Life is precious.

Handle with care.

This is an important message; please pass it along to your friends.

Drive safely and carefully.  Remember, cars are not the only thing recalled by their maker.

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread

like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

FUNNY, ISN'T IT?

Are you laughing?

Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.....................

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Who do YOU Love??

If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions.

Jesus said, " If you are ashamed of me," I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Not ashamed, pass this on . . . only if you mean it.  Yes, I do love God.

God is my source of existence and Savior.  God keeps me functioning each

and every day.  Without God, I will be nothing.  Without God, I am nothing, but with God, I can do all things through Jesus Christ that strengthens me.
Phil 4:13

This is the simplest test . . . if you Love God, and are not ashamed of  all the marvelous things he has done for you.

Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!

(Editors note: if you'd like to send this on I've created a page for it see Christian)

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Updated & new e-mail addresses

Since some addresses are longer then others I'm changing the way I do this section this icon under the e-mail column is now the link for the e-mail address,  just click on it & you get the address.

E-mail		Name
		Dwight Keeney
		Bill Keeney
		Janice  (Jeffries) Hudnall

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