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Stephanie Beach Charron

Hello everyone. I am Dennis Beach's daughter Stephanie. I look forward to getting to know the Beach Clan.

The following is a blurb about what I do, taken directly from my web site Http://wooran.com

Alone we can do so little. Together we can do so much.
HELEN KELLER

Gabriel and Stephanie Charron
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I am writing this in order to introduce the aims and methods of my wife Stephanie. She runs this website, which focuses on military/law enforcement resources and aid for our veterans. She can be a bit enthusiastic in her initial approach, so as a favor I am condensing her thoughts and actions into this primer on what she is about.

Stephanie is a ferocious, undaunted crusader for the proper treatment of veterans of the US military. Her efforts in any given day to bring recognition and deserved benefits to these men and women are prolific; not to take credit from other hardworking and excellent veteran advocates, but I have yet to meet someone who can compare to the dynamo that is my wife.

She is not officially affiliated with any active duty or veteran organization, yet works with, and liaisons between, as many of them as can be found. All she asks is the opportunity to help you in your efforts in any way that a concerned, patriotic citizen is able to. If, in the course of your work, she shows up with briefcase in hand, please do not dismiss her as a "clueless civvy", but instead give her the chance to assist.

Stephanie has many aid plans in various stages of completion. Some already in motion, with personnel and resources allocated, some still brewing in her head. She is fantastic at recycling-if a program, group or resource exists, she will find a way to adapt it to the cause of aiding our warriors. In military terms, she is a "hard charger", a motivated, results minded go-getter.

I will now list the more salient points of her "A-list" projects.

"The Shady Shaman"

A sailboat that was found for sale when she was leaving the WW barracks just the other day and took a wrong turn, ending up at the Gottschalk marina. The Marine that owns it is leaving soon, and selling it for a good price. We are buying it, and she plans on learning to sail, partially living in it, and most importantly, taking our warriors on sailing trips to fish, sight-see, or just plain relax on the open water. She will coordinate with the necessary USMC authorities to plan the outings and ensure all paperwork and scheduling is shipshape (pun intended).

Opportunity for housing

Stephanie believes that everyone should have the opportunity of living in decent housing. Certain conditions exist which leave some separating service members literally "out in the cold".

A hypothetical example is the Marine who is single, leaving service, has no real family connections where he came from, and is disabled not to the point where he will be looked after in a constant fashion by agencies like the VA, but disabled enough to make it very difficult to find gainful employment. For married personnel, it is quite a bit easier.

Stephanie's proposal is to find, renovate or build housing and to make it available to veterans who are no longer active and are thus not qualified for government housing, and require assistance. She has a specific focus on the single veterans with little or no family ties and is lobbying for the ability for two or more single service members to live together and gain the benefits that married personnel have, regardless of gender. This would include BAH and ComRats for active duty members who cannot live in the WW barracks due to lack of space, or tax benefits for separated members sharing a residence.

Her goal is to ensure that service member always has a place to live. To this end she is communicating with real estate agencies, homebuilders, service personnel, and nonprofit organizations and trying to mesh together their capabilities to achieve the goal of available housing.

Training/rehabilitation center

Stephanie's father owns a property near the heart of Charlotte, NC. She has cajoled and wheedled him into the potential use of the land (which is mostly cleared and has no permanent buildings) as a site to build a combination schoolhouse/rehabilitation center where service members would be given front of the line, free training in such diverse disciplines as law enforcement and fire/rescue techniques, computer repair/network administration, construction trade knowledge, and whatever can be taught to give them a leg up on succeeding after their tour of duty. They would also be housed on the property.

Details are still in the works for this. Stephanie is researching zoning laws and various other land use ordinances, and communicating with government officials, service personnel, and prospective teachers of all types.

These are pretty much the big three of the projects she is putting effort into at the current time. As mentioned above, she is a constant, tireless advocate and regularly brainstorms to think of new ways to help. She puts her heart, soul, and backbone into helping where many give only lip service. Hopefully you can help her help others.

*I may seem overly effusive or flowery with my praise, and I admit a bias because I am writing about my wife, but I pledge that this is an objective summation of her drive to help in any way।

http://wooran.com

Yours in service,
Gabriel

First Church Attendence that I can Remember

As best I can recall, this is when I had my first church attendance and religious experience, when I had just turned five years of age, living on Walkers Ferry Road, just to the left, as seen from the road, and adjacent to Grandpa Beach’s farm, we had just moved out there from Worthington Avenue, Charlotte, NC.

There was a church that could be seen a little off to the left from papa’s front porch on the other side of the gravel road, not more than seven hundred feet away, known as Berryhill Baptist Church, a small wooden framed building, approximately 30’x60’, painted white with a bell tower and steeple, with two large front doors and a few large windows.

At this particular time it was a fairly warm Sunday and Mother decided I needed to go to church and attend the evening service, for none of the family had gone to church that day, so she made me clean up and head on down the road to the church, by myself, Grandpa was on his front porch, I remember waving to him as I went by, that was within eye sight of the house, not more than a 1,000 feet, we could even hear the church bell ringing.

As I got to the church I noticed the doors and windows were wide open and the old ladies were taking full advantage of the hand held church fans supplied by some funeral home. I took a backseat by the two front doors, backseat in relation to the podium, and soon we started the singing as the piano was playing. After some singing the Preacher started the sermon for a while, and then we went back to singing for a while, and then the sermon continued. The Preacher’s voice became higher pitched and louder and louder, the louder he got the more afraid I became and finally ran out to the road and hid in the ditch. I knew I could not go home just yet, because the service was not finished.

No one in the church ever missed me and they could not see me hiding in the ditch, because it was starting to get dark outside, but I could see and hear them quite clearly through the open doorway. A little bit later it was all over and I made my way home. I never told anybody the whole story of this incident and always figured that God and I could work things out for ourselves.

This picture was taken in 2003 from the exact spot, where I had hidden in the ditch.

Grandma Fannie Hensley Beach

I'm surprised to not find any dates or places for our Grandma Beach in the genealogy report, but at least we know she is interred at Pleasant Hill Presbyterian Church there at the Buster Boyd Bridge on the Catawba River, York Road, Mecklenburg County side. I remember when she died, but don't remember going to the funeral, that was just a month after my fifth birthday. I do remember helping my Mother to clean and bath her, and me having to empty the bed pan. I don't remember the white hair, some what grayish but not snow white. I would like to know a lots more about the Hensley clan. We can work on this article a lots more.

Dancing my life away

This is me having the time of my life at the Paw Creek VFW a few years ago, with an old classmate of Wilson Jr. High School 1955-56, this was the year that the school first opened its doors for the students.

Honey Bees can tell the future

This should be of great interest to all Beach clans-folk knowing how Grandpa and Uncle Horace mastered the Honey Bee.

Millions of years ago a group of wasps "decided to" become vegetarians and so today we have the bee. Some of their cousins "decided to" quit flying and so became the ants, but that is another story. Although only about 20% of bees are social, honey bees are very social indeed. It has been stated by several biologists that, if it were not for the honey bee pollinating plants, humans would only last 3 or 4 years as our food supply would disappear.

The female honey bees are the workers of the hive. First, they learn to babysit, then they learn the construction trade (specializing, of course, in hexagonal wax structures), and eventually take on the daunting task of navigating in the outside world. Honey bees have been known to travel to find honey over 10 kilometers away from their hives – the equivalent of a human flying from San Francisco to Denver to get some pollen. It takes about 6 bees life work, and thousands of miles flown, to make one teaspoon of honey.

Bees are the only other species, to date, that have been shown to communicate with symbolic language—that is, they can "talk" about details of something that is not present. (We note that psychologists dispute the use of the terms "symbolic" being applied to any non-human communication systems, but bee scientists regularly apply this term to describe bee language.) And what do bees "talk" about? Mostly astronomy – in particular about the Sun; where it is as compared to where the flowers are. And how do they "talk"? Mostly they dance!

We know of three languages that bees use; it has been postulated that they have several more. The easiest is the Round Dance. Basically when a bee finds a nectar source nearby she comes back to the hive and dances around in a circle giving out samples; (for humans this works well at ice cream stores). The Round Dance tells the other bees to go out and sniff around for the source – it is very close.

Another dance is known as the DVAV Dance – basically a kind of bee belly dance. This dialect is reserved for internal hive politics—who is to be the next queen? Is it a good day to swarm? And so on.

But the most studied language of the bees is the Waggle Dance. When a bee finds a nectar source farther away, she comes into the hive and gets some of the other ladies to gather around. Although it is dark, they can feel how she dances and also taste a bit of the quality of nectar she has brought back. She then starts this special dance over the combs. If more than one bee is dancing, eventually, which source to go to first will be decided democratically; it is "discussed" until the vote is unanimous.

In the waggle dance "up" is always the direction to the Sun. The bees have little muscles in their necks that can tell which direction is vertical in the dark. The angle from the Sun to the nectar source is then the angle at which the scout bee dances from the vertical, indicating the angle at which the others must navigate.

But how far away is the flower? As the scout bee (sometimes called the "recruiter bee") dances, the number of waggles she does in the correct angular direction before turning around to begin again is how far the honey source is in bee units. Different types of honeybees have slightly different units of measurement. Finally, the time she takes doing the dance indicates how much of a head wind can be expected. This tells the other bees how much fuel (honey) to tank up on to make their trip there and back.

Many remarkable experiments have been done with bees over the past hundred years—how they use polarized light to see the Sun on a cloudy day, how they can understand the landscape as a map and so don't need to follow the same route back to the hive that they took going out, how they know where the Sun is even after it sets and so can forage during a full Moon, and many more.

But I was particularly intrigued by a serendipitous experiment I read about recently that occurred when some university scientists were training bees to go farther and farther away for nectar so they could determine the precision of their navigational directions to each other. They placed some nectar close to the hive and then moved it out 25% farther every day until, after a while, the nectar source was quite far away. This required quite precise directions from the scout bees to the others in order to allow them to find a spot this far away—in other words, the angle of the waggle dance had to be smaller the farther the distance.

They were doing this experiment, which had been going on for many days, when the professor got a call from his graduate student. The student's car had broken down so he had been unable to re-place the nectar source the extra 25% farther that morning. The professor said he would do it, then, that afternoon.

When the professor arrived at the nectar source there were no bees present. But when he arrived at the place where the nectar should have been for that day (but had not been moved there yet), there were all the bees waiting for him! Not only had the bees gotten the math correct (25% farther), but the implication is that they had demonstrated the imagination to be able to picture the future by picturing the nectar—not where it was—but where it was going to be! The professor wrote that he would never have done such an experiment on purpose since he never would have thought that the bees could have been so intelligent!

Besides basically doing all the work to bring us fruits, vegetables, and other pollination-requiring plants – plus honey and beeswax - bees remind us not to underestimate the expression of intelligence from any of our fellow (or, in this case, our lady) species. So to bee or not to bee is not the question. We have to bee, and we should be grateful to have such reliable, symbiotic friends to share our planet with.

So what does all this have to do with SETI (the Search for ExtraTerrestrial Intelligence)? Well the three main requirements for producing extraterrestrial communications are a communication system, advanced tool use, and astronomy. Bees demonstrate non-human skills in all three. And the more we can learn from them (and other species) the more prepared we should be for a truly alien signal if and when it is received from extraterrestrials that have not grown up on the same planet nor shared the same star with us for millions of years.

(For further details about this serendipitous experiment, see: Gould, J.L. and Gould, C.G., The Honey Bee, Scientific American Library Series.)

Words from Nancy Adams

Me and daddy used to go 4-5 times per year to visit papa and Zora. And sometimes Uncle Marion would go too. They lived on the very top of a tall mountain. Beautiful scenery. Really rocky. Rocks everywhere. OMG, she made the best biscuits... to die for. I remember her rolling out the dough. Fresh ones at every meal (probably none left over cause they were so wonderful). And she had a large (seemed large) strawberry patch. She "put up" her own preserves and those preserves were better than wonderful. (She was later found dead in the strawberry patch, Papa had already moved to Florida, he took a bus to come to her funeral.) Especially smeared on those biscuits. They always had fresh apples. Stored in the "cellar". Everything in the cellar stayed better cause it was so cool in there, but nothing ever froze. I think they had some apple trees.

They had bee hives to pollenate the bakky. 1/4 of an acre, wow it seemed liked miles and miles of bakky. Everything seems bigger when you are young. The bees would sting papa, and he would just pinch the bee and kill it.

Papa would correct my English. Once I used a double negative. And he corrected me. I had never heard of a double negative till then. He would read a lot too. Later I found out his father or grandfather was a schoolteacher.

He would listen to the radio every night. The ?black sauve hour or SOMETHING. I will try to remember the name. I think it was kind of like blue grass type of sound.

Boy am I pulling from way back in my memory. I can only remember bits and pieces. Maybe if I write it down I could get it in more accurate chronological order.

Need to go for now.