Wednesday, October 29, 2014

This is Anna's great aunt Maude Wright (1895-1975) and Lem Q. Guffin (1887-1969) on their wedding day August 13, 1916.

Last year I got to know Lem's nephew Steve Guffin.   My mother-in-law had some pictures, documents, and notes she wanted to hand over to the Guffin family for genealogical purposes.  I knew my friend Paul Roper had some dealing with a Guffin, which was William Steve Guffin.  I called him and he told me his uncle was Lem.  He also told me his brother does family research and would love to have what I had.  It took two or three meetings.  One was at Piedmont Baptist Church, where Steve is a big worker.... also, in this process I learned that Steve was well known in the antique car restoring community.  One time I ran into him a at Brandi's Hotdogs at a men's prayer service.

I carried some stuff to him at the body shop he owns on Glover Street.

The property on Glover Street that his company is on was the home of a friend a couple of years older than I was in my preteen years, Jack.
Jack was a year or two behind in school and he was in my class one year at Waterman Street Grammar School and kept me in stitches giggling at the wisecracks he whispered.

One time on the corner of Glover Street and Manget, in the Rich's side yard were a bunch of us kids... the older kids who smoked and us younger kids, who wanted to be like them.  Somehow or another the older boys agged Eddie Nichols and I into a fight.  I remember I didn't want to fight and Eddie Nichols was believing every word they older boys said that I said about him, which was making him madder and madder.... Jack was a ring leader.  I think it was Jack who pushed Eddie into me, or me into Eddie - whichever it caused Eddie to start wildly swinging his arms at me.

Eddie Nichols was mentally challenged.  I should say he meant to swing with both fists, but one of his hands was busy.  He was sucking on the back of it.  Every time he got nervous Eddie sucked on the back of one of his hands.

I hit him in the nose and broke it;  blood went everywhere, it got all over him.  He ran home crying.

His adult sister, who was responsible for him, came looking for who ever broke Eddie's nose.  I had already went home. The boys that agged us into a fight acted like they had no idea a fight took place.

In time Eddie forgot about it.  Maybe a year later we were playing in the loft of Eddie's grandfather's barn.  One so-called friend reminded Eddie I was the one that broke his nose.

Suddenly, Eddie pounced on me choking me with an iron strong grip.  I could not breath.  I thought I was about to be killed.

However, in our scuffling in the loft we rolled over a sheet of plywood that was not nailed down.  When we got to end the plywood tilted and like a dumped truck dumped us to the floor of the barn.   I landed, rolled to my feet and took off running like a rabbit.  I suppose Eddie laid there sucking the back of his hand, wondering what happened.
One thing leads to another doesn't it?

By the way, I was told last year at the Bell Reunion that Eddie Nichols is in prison for murder.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Let's Start a Revolution!

Let's start a Revolution!  Let's vote against all incumbents because they are doing such a lousy job.  Then we can start all over! 

Monday, October 27, 2014

GOOD NEWS! This Blog Is In a Tailspin!

GOOD NEWS!  According to my stat counter that tells me how many people visited this blog today has hit lowest number ever.  Seriously!  

I could have all my readers visit me at my home and I could even afford to feed them (providing they didn't go back for seconds) - so that is good news, in a way,  and then we could almost all go and enjoy the outside air on the deck; several may have to stand in the yard, so watch where you step.  My dog hangs out in that area a lot.

Fact: Not many weeks ago I normally received  twice as many visits before breakfast than I have received the past two days combined.

Another bit of good news over my low on-line blog attendance is that I have more freedom.  I can do as I want!  I'm not trying to please anybody!  Which the numbers well back up my statement.

Another bit of Good News:  As far as attendance goes, the only way left to go is up!..... right?

And here even some more Good News - or maybe it is just  Funny News - badly attended blogs get paid the same as the highly attended HAW HAW HAW! 


Skirting About This Past Saturday

First we went to Stilesboro Biscuits to eat breakfast but mostly to hear fiddler player Danny Bermel play.  We heard on Saturday morning he had a gig there.  I kind of imagined he would be off in a corner playing his violin the sophisticated way he plays.  I was surprised to go inside and got hit with a blast of shit-kicking bluegrass with a fast beat.  You just wanted to clap, whoop, and maybe dance.

Danny was a member of the Jot'Em Down Boys until recently when he and Bob Putman moved on.  And Bob was there too playing his guitar.  Unfortunately, Bob's back was to us so I did not get to take a picture of him playing.


It was crowded in the tiny building.  There was only elbow room and only about 4 or 6 tables.  I don't know how we managed to go straight to an empty table with so many people standing. 

Maybe it was the pathetic  way I pitched a fit.


Next we went to downtown Marietta to the Farmers' Market.   I guess the name along with these pictures tell what the Farmers' Market is about.

Then, we went to the Confederate Cemetery.  We read of a new CSA soldier statue and wanted to welcome him.  The sun was blaring, which causes choppy looking photos. 

And I will spare you our shopping details at other places.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers

The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, by Gilbert Shelton.  Pardon me if I had already ran these two pages.

Click on image to enlarge so you can read the balloons.


Friday, October 24, 2014

Book Report: North Ga History

A NORTH GEORGIA JOURNAL O FHISTORY, Volume I, compiled and edited by Olin Jackson.

The main contributors are Robert S. Davis, Jr., Jimmy E. Anderson,  Olin Jackson.  Published by Legacy Communications, Inc, 65 Roswell St, Bldge 400, Alpharetta, Ga, 30201, 1992.

If you have any interest in North Georgia Mountains and wondered about the history of its natives you might want to read this book.  It is a collection of articles and essays about the Civil War head-ons, hangings, genealogy of some of the founding families, the Cherokee Indians, about ferries that  crossed rivers, who protected the citizens against the Home Guard during the Civil War, the rough characters who mined gold, and many more.  About 500 pages worth of good reading.       I think Robert S. Davis, Jr, wrote a good many of the essays or articles, and the editor/compiler Olin Jackson had almost as manky.  

The book is so good I just started on Volume II.

Myrtle Irene Jones Foster (1895-1991)

This is Anna's maternal grandmother, Myrtle Irene Jones Foster (1895-1991).  She was born in the Alpharetta, Georgia, area  and died in Marietta, Georgia, at age 95.  Irene's parents are Walter Vernon Jones and Mintoria Mathis Jones.   

Her husband  Paul Everett Foster (1895-1936) died when Irene was 41 years old with four children to raise.  She fed her children by continuing her late husband's profession of repairing Singer Sewing Machines;  taking care of children; being a practical nurse; and having a garden. 

The kids, two sons and two daughters grew up to be fine adults.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Laughing AT, Not WITH

The other day I thought of two little shack houses that used to be on Ebenezer Road in Marietta, down from the chicken houses that  was taking up the land that would eventually be Addison School.   The two shacks  each had an outhouse in back.

When I used to run a lot there  in front of their house there was a no shoulder area beside the road.  If you ran or drove off the pavement there you would have a sudden jar and possibly car or human injury.  Once I was running after it rained and a car coming towards me made me hop off the payment and I fell.  I expected  that my feet would hit the surface of soil, I didn't know it was on the edge of a small bank.  I fell, got muddy and skinned up. 

I was good entertainment for the group sitting on the front porch of one of the shacks.  They all let out a sudden whooping HEE HAW as I took a tumble and when I slid in the mud  it brought more hoots and HEES HAWS. 

They probably didn't have a television. 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


Get on your Blues Dancing Shoes.

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