Where did the name Raining Iguanas originate?

The name Raining Iguanas emerged as I read an article about a cold snap in South Florida. It said when temperatures fall into the low 40's, cold-blooded iguanas go into a deep sleep. Their bodies shut down, they lose their grip on the trees, and they start falling like rain. Most survive when the temperature rises. Many die if the cold persists. If your sun never shines, you die, cold with a grey ashen hue. Iguanas can survive for 4-10 hours waiting for the morning sun. I'm at the 9th hour.

January 23, 2013

More Clues...

More Clues...

I think everyone who has read my posts about Walter 'Clem' Clements wants to know what this search is all about. I will try to explain. 


I possess this unwavering desire to find a left over, covered over, painted over, hidden sign from Clem. I know one still exists in the city of Saratoga Springs--I just have to find it. I have wanted to do this for quite a long time. My thought was to use my discoveries as fuel for my blog.  A sort of daily journal of my search. I was confident it would reveal a varied array of characters and sub-stories. So far that has proven to be true. I have met some wonderfully helpful people at the Saratoga Springs Public Library. I have met several new people online who have helped with links and suggestions. I have discovered a couple surprises along the way. In my search of old newspaper archives I found both obituaries of my great-grandparents on my father's side. I am named after my great-grandfather so it was a little unsettling to see the newspaper clipping stating that, John Greenwood died at the age of 72. It was fun to learn my great-grandmother's first name was Hattie (Harriet) because I always loved delivering milk to Hattie's Chicken Shack.  Hattie Mosley was one of the sweetest and most giving human beings I have ever known. It's nice knowing I have her first name intwined in my own family.  There is something pulling me, pushing me, urging me this way. I can't with all honesty tell you exactly what is fueling this passion to pursue a local sign painter's story. Clem passed away over a decade ago but I can assure you his artistic spirit is still alive and singing a vibrant song. Only moments ago after posting a request on a Facebook group page named, "You might be from Saratoga if...",   a couple responses showed up providing me with my next set of clues. I am now convinced that Clem's story is just beginning. Stayed tuned for more, "Searching for a sign from Clem." 


2 comments:

  1. John, I can understand the pull you feel. I have the same feeling as I am trying to work on our family tree. Running into odd first names, and some just repeated many times. (Many Eli's in our clan). It is also a sense of accomplishemnt when you find some info that just fills in many questions on a certain "branch".
    So keep searching, you will find it eventually. It's not always the find, but the search that makes it interesting.

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  2. John, I have always loved real life detective stories. I have followed trails of a few in my past. Their is something about the thrill of the hunt that keep pushing us toward discovery. I like how you are telling stories about folks that surround you and Clem. -- barbara

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