Maggie Briscoe

I protect my truth.

[Maggie Briscoe @MaggieB44]

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood https://t.co/d7dqT8sKhM via @YouTube

[Maggie Briscoe @MaggieB44]

@bertie_lakeland Hey Bertie! You’re looking very handsome!!

[Maggie Briscoe @MaggieB44]

How cute are these guys!!!! Love it!!!!!

[Antidepressant Content @depressionlesss]

owls are just cats with wings

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

A courageous nurse from the Frontier Nursing Service (FNS) in Kentucky, who traveled on horseback to provide healthcare to remote communities. Founded by Mary Breckinridge in the 1920s, the FNS introduced nurse-midwives to the United States. The nurses often traveled through challenging terrain to reach families in Eastern Kentucky...

Mary Breckinridge was born into a world where almost every door was already open to her. Wealth, social status, international travel—she could have spent her life moving comfortably through drawing rooms and grand estates. Instead, she walked away from privilege for a place most Americans at the time barely knew existed: the isolated mountains of eastern Kentucky.

People often assumed there had to be some hidden reason. Rumors spread that she was escaping grief, chasing purpose, or trying to outrun a life that had unraveled. In truth, the tragedy was impossible to ignore. Her first child lived only a few hours. Her son died at just four years old. The losses shattered her, but they also gave her a mission that would define the rest of her life.

When Mary arrived in Appalachia in her forties, mothers were dying in childbirth at alarming rates, and babies often never reached their first birthday. Roads were scarce. Doctors were rarer still. So she did something that sounded almost impossible: she built a healthcare system on horseback.

She founded the Frontier Nursing Service, recruiting highly trained nurse-midwives who crossed rivers, climbed mountains, and rode through snowstorms carrying everything they needed in bulging saddlebags. Local children became convinced those bags were filled with babies instead of medical supplies, and before long the mountain-born nickname "Saddlebag Babies" had taken on a life of its own.

But Mary wasn't simply delivering children. She established remote clinics, built Hyden's first hospital, created one of America's first schools to train nurse-midwives, and transformed one of the nation's poorest regions into an international model for maternal healthcare. Families who had once expected loss began expecting hope.

She worked almost until her final day. On May 16, 1965, Mary Breckinridge died in her beloved log home, having edited the final issue of the Frontier Nursing Service bulletin just one day earlier.

She could have spent her life surrounded by luxury. Instead, she chose mountain roads, frightened mothers, and generations of children who grew up believing that miracles sometimes arrived on horseback.

#archaeohistories

[Ramblings @ramblingsloa]

It’s Friday
Have a great day and a wonderful weekend ❤️

[NASA History Office @NASAhistory]

Apollo 11 astronauts Neil Armstrong, Michael Collins, and Buzz Aldrin take some of their last steps on our planet before beginning their journey to the Moon.

At 9:32 a.m. OTD in 1969, Apollo 11 lifted off for the world's first mission to land astronauts on the lunar surface.

[Ramblings @ramblingsloa]

Never regret a day in your life.
Good days give happiness
Bad days give experience
Worst days give lessons
And best days give memories.

[Ramblings @ramblingsloa]

If we could plant a seed of kindness into every person's heart
Just imagine what a beautiful place the world would be.

[BasedSpaceGoji @Based_SpaceGoji]

It was at this moment we knew, Jurassic Park was going to be a cinematic masterpiece

[Jonathan Slater @slater57649]

Cuteness overload

[Blue Ocean @BlueOcean3276]

🌊✨ Floating through the ocean with effortless grace.

[Nature is Amazing ☘️ @AMAZlNGNATURE]

Proud giraffe parents welcome their new baby to the world

[Nature Moments @NatureMomentz]

We always talk about giraffes reaching the highest treetops, but their necks give them an incredible vertical feeding range from the canopy all the way to the ground.

[Antidepressant Content @depressionlesss]

bro couldn’t believe his eyes seeing a small creature moving very slowly 😂

[Love Music @khnh80044]

Dan Aykroyd's dancing is epic, insane and beyond amazing. 45+ years later it is still over the top enjoyable. And the sheer amount of talent on that small stage is staggering. ❤️
The Blues Brothers (John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd) perform “Soul Man.” [Season 4, 1978]

[Antidepressant Content @depressionlesss]

giraffe realized it’s the camera and started posing for it

[Wile E. Coyote Cartoon @WileECoyoteToon]

Don't call me crazy. Even you learnt physics from my cartoons.

[Dr Helen Fry | WWII Historian @DrHelenFry]

In a room full of 100 people, what’s a WW2 fact only you would know?

[Maggie Briscoe @MaggieB44]

I have liked John and Abigail for many years. Delighted to see this amusing tidbit about John.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

In his free time John Adams, second President of the United States, was completely obsessed with manure. Not casually. This man filled pages of his diary with notes on his compost piles, hauling in loads of seaweed, marsh mud, and dung from Boston to build the perfect batch. He treated it like a science.

It got competitive too. When he traveled all the way to England he went and inspected the manure piles at London's finest stables, studied them up close, and concluded, "This may be good manure, but it is not equal to mine." There's even an account of him touring fancy European gardens, spotting a dung heap, and cheerfully bragging that the one back home on his farm was better.

And the manure was just one hobby. Adams was up by 5 in the morning and started nearly every day with a tankard of hard cider at breakfast, which he swore was good for his digestion. Then he'd go for long walks, mend his own fences, dig stumps, cut ditches, and cart the dung himself. He even grew hemp on the property. He genuinely considered "farmer" his truest identity, more than lawyer or President.

So the real John Adams: wakes at dawn, cracks a morning cider, spends the day shoveling manure he's personally proud of, and travels the world quietly convinced no one on earth has a better compost pile than him.

That's a founding father.