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Subject: Re: Naming cemeteries - WARNING!!
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1998 12:11:16 EDT


Dear Jess WILSON & Pat BALL,

WARNING!!!!! I want you to know that "You" are not alone... I might add
that We have been monitoring your conversations "to and fro", for some
now... NO, we ARE not, and this IS not an undercover agency of the FBI (we
voted for George McGovern)... We are JUST a group of non federally funded
dearly CONCERNED citizens...(I'm not sure what we are supposed to be concerned
about, at this point in time).

ANYWAY, where was I ??? Oh... OK...

Now, It's seems that I remember in a fairly recent transmisson that Mr. Jess
WILSON (hereinafter called the "defendant") was trying to "LURE" Mrs. Pat BALL
(hereinafter called the "plainant"), into what he called... "coming back
home", and visiting him and his wife at his place there near Manchester, KY,
USA... All I can say Pat is: "DON'T GO" ... I am VERY certain that this
is some kind of a trick... I'm telling you honestly as a fellow hoosier, that
those people down there in those hills have something funny in their water I
guess, not to mention, strange looking plants which grow wild up on the sides
of those hills, that they use for medicinal purposes only (they say)... I
remember very vividly when I first left Indiana for down there about 15 yr
ago, I weighed a fairly respectable 175 lbs... After visiting all of my
relatives and kinfolk down there, (I must be kin to just about everybody down
there), I now weigh over 200 pounds ... (well over, I might add). Let
this be a warning to you and yours.... They will force feed you, if you
don't wanna eat... and if you visit 10 different people in one day, you will
have to eat 10 meals.

Now, just between me and you Pat, and, I would not want too many people to
know this, BUT, I have been to this place known as Jess Wilson's... Let me
tell you a little bit about it to "openly" and "frankly" and personally WARN
YOU... It's really no big deal... It is a very simple, modest, and humble,
3 or 4 hundred acre estate, secluded away from civilization, back up a gravel
lane which has grass growing between the tire tracks. Now, after what seems
to be about a one mile scenic drive which winds up the side of a fair size
knoll (we call them mountains in IN), you will come up on a large pond or a
small lake (as I recall)... A lake that you can't fish or swim in for some
reason (possibly contains some kind of large creature - I didn't ask)...
anyway, about that time, you will note on the other side of the pond, up on
the side of the hill, a modest looking log cabin type structure containing
about 2000 sq feet of living space, over looking this fairly picturesque, I
guess, water scene. As you follow the road and continue up towards that
cabin, you will think you have made a wrong turn and have wound up in NY (I
guess you just have to go there to understand what I mean). By this time, you
will be found out by a barking dog which probably will "not" bite if the
owners of the cabin (Mr & Mrs Wilson) are home.

If you continue on towards the man standing in the doorway... you will
probably be taken captive as I was... It is my understanding, when they
capture people who have somehow wandered by, they will un-doubtedly try to get
you into an old pick up truck and take you on what they call a "tour"... (It
seemed sorta rehearsed to me - indicating that MANY have probably went down
(or up) this road before... actually, this so-called tour is no more that
the "visiting" of the remote confines of what seems to be this entire section
of KY... On my trip thru this vast wilderness area, I saw what could be
deemed as a resort type camping ground. I saw many man made buildings of odd
shapes and sizes that obviously were used for sleeping or camping or other
communial activity. I remember seeing outdoor grill facilities large enough
to cook for dozens of people at one time... On top of all that, out there in
the middle of the wilderness, I even saw separate, male and female (HEATED)
bathrooms - amazing). I was told by the tour guide that MANY clubs and other
organizations camp there on a regular basis.

After about an hour of looking at all the "stuff" in the buildings and on the
walls (including even a picture of how they make rainbows), we started back
for reality... On the way back on this circular route, we passed by what I
would call Mr. Wilson's greatest asset... A forest of pine trees which he
claims to have planted himself about 40 yrs ago. A forest so thick and dark
and large that even his grand-daughter calls it the "Black Forest". NO, I did
not see Robin Hood... but I'm sure that he's in there somewhere (if I would
have just had more time).

In summary, IF you do take a chance on visiting this area... DON'T come back
to Indiana cryin' and try to lay claim that you were not warned... I can
assure you that it becomes addictive and I guarantee you won't make just one
trip... you will become just like that damn pink bunny... going... and
going... and going... and going...

ALSO, There is no sense in trying to send me a nasty response to this letter
today (Friday the 11th) ... I'm on vacation until the 27th and I won't be home
to read it... NOPE, I'm not going to KY (I learned my lesson) ... I'm
exploring Utah and Arizona... I never return to KY until after the first
frost...

By the way Pat, to solve the riddle of why you are so smart and came up with
Global Positioning System for locating cemeteries and Jess Wilson didn't???
Let me point out to you that Jess Wilson is not directly kin to the MOOREs of
Owsley County.... You, my dear, on the other hand, ARE... Go figure...

Besides that, I was told that the ROWLANDs were the smartest people down
there. Let me give you an example... My great-grandpa Abraham ROWLAND built
a machine onced out of an assortment of hand-carved wooden gears, wood levers,
a mass of other common components and a variety of other "stuff".. and He
called it a "perpetual" motion machine"... Now, A very note-worthy witness,
greatly familiar with this area AND the machine, (my grandma), told me many
years ago, that once Abe (her dad) started that machine, the only way he
could get it to stop was to break it... So you tell me which family was the
smartest???

See Ya!

David G. Moore - Knightstown, IN

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