I use to call them the "little old ladies" at the court house, but I'm probably older than most of them nowadays. And they generally mean well. There is never a misspelled word that is unimportant or a border that doesn't meet their requirements. In my mind they are all out-of-work fourth grade English teachers. I really don't mean that in a bad way, they just remind me of a conglomeration of every English teacher I ever had in school. I probably record sixty or seventy documents a month in a 5 or 6 county area and you'd think they have a wanted poster at the Registrar of Deeds Office with my pic on it. They're gunnin' for me...really.
And if one of them is ever successful in getting me to actually change something....look out below! Everything I try to record from that day forward is subject to not only their personal scrutiny....I believe they circulate the document and get everybody's opinion as to whether or not my work is suitable to be recorded. I'm a marked man.
The latest go-around has to do with the way I write my descriptions. Pretty basic, it starts with a part of whatever quarter of whatever section, township and range, whatever meridian....followed by the local municipality, county, then state. There is at least one county I work in that is a stickler for making sure the "city" is correct. At great lengths I have amassed the latest and greatest "City Limits" maps of all these jerk-water hamlets that I work around. Some of them are not easy to find. Try and find the official city limits of Tabler, Alex (pronounced Alek)..or even Dibble, Oklahoma. A phone conversation with the "City Manager" at one of these cities with that very question got me a reply of "That's a good question." He then referred me to the ladies at the courthouse...:pinch:
One of these little one-horse towns has a unique area that, for the life of me, I can't figure its reasoning. The town is only about 400 people and actually occupies less that 160 acres...but it has annexed a 200' strip on both sides of the section lines for about a 3 mile radius all around the town. Weird, but OK..
I prepared an easement for the local Co-op to provide an aerial electric primary to a subscriber's barn. The barn was some 900' from the section line, but the easement crossed the 200' "City Limits" along the section line. I then added the City's name in its proper place in my description, probably just to avoid being scolded by the Biddy-in-Charge. It backfired.
She called and wanted me to change it, because the property wasn't "in" the city limits. Ok. Fine. I then asked her, "Now, are you sure?" After all, a part of the easement WAS in city limits...she said she'd have to check. :bored:
What followed could only be described as the biggest argument in their office since the pop machine went up to fifty cents (from a quarter). Best I could tell, it was about a fifty-fifty split on the biddy opinions. But the one that mattered, the actual County Clerk, was out.."for a while". Seems her daughter was having her first child and her husband was in the military...so they really don't know when she'll be back...
So there the document sits. The recordation fees have been paid. The Co-op boys went ahead and put in the pole line.... I guess we will just have to wait for some young mother-to-be to provide a safe delivery of the County Clerk's first grand-child to see if the City's name needs to be in the description.
Remember, correct and proper things sometimes take time....
I'm thinking I might be compelled to use some of TDD's phraseology that Wendell has shared with us, especially about the part "sideways".
I had a 7th grade English Teacher; Miss Seabring. That later changed to Mrs. Somethingorother; but that didn't matter. She wore them tight skirts and button down shirts; with enough strain on those buttons.......to pop your zipper..:-$
I do remember my grandparents complaining about the price of bread doubling; it was a dime..:-S
Keep fighting the good fight [USER=20]@paden cash[/USER]; someday it will all be automated....
RADAR, post: 324394, member: 413 wrote: I had a 7th grade English Teacher; Miss Seabring. That later changed to Mrs. Somethingorother; but that didn't matter. She wore them tight skirts and button down shirts; with enough strain on those buttons.....
I've heard a lot of people tell stories about attractive breeding-aged fillies they had for teachers when they were young. I must have missed that boat. Every teacher I ever had was really good at American History simply because they had LIVED it. They all dressed like it was 1899, too.
My career as a student might have turned out differently if I had any teachers that didn't look like they were related to Quasimodo. :'(
I had one teacher, Mizz Holcomb, that was soooo ugly she could scare paint off a post, solidify anti-freeze and make clocks run backwards. In my memory she had two dresses...a blue one and a blue one. And I think she closed her eyes to put on her lipstick, or should I say closed her EYE...she had one that didn't work. When she was talking to me, I had the urge to lean one way and then the other and wave, just to see which eye was looking at me...
Attractive teacher...pffft...weren't no such thang when I were a boy...
Had one high school teacher in her early fifties that could stop the town clock. She was Miss Mosslander. Then she got married and became Mrs. Knotts. None of us ever actually saw Mr. Knotts, so we wondered if it was true. We figured the poor guy had to use some shop tools the first time he attempted to....uh....well....you know....with her.
At the other end of the scale we had a single, new grad, former college homecoming queen teach one semester of Senior English. Those boys showed up for class every day whether they needed to or not. I'm sure she inspired many a cold shower. Meanwhile, I was in Freshman English with a teacher who had to shave more often than I did but was a mother to three kids.