Monday, March 18, 2024

Donald E.

 Donald E. Donald had a way with wise cracks. He had good delivery with his wit. He called friends “Slobber Butt” which just imagining a butthole slobbering sent me in spasms of laughter. He had plenty of instant wise-cracks and deserves recognition.

After we grew up Donald went to work for Atlanta Gas Light. In time he made field supervisor. I saw him at McDonald’s several often having breakfast with his underlings and handing out work assignments. We never spoke at McDonald’s, I doubt if he remembers me.
Once an Atlanta Gas Light employee came to our house to hook up our new stove top and I asked him if he knew Donald. He did. I told him some of Donald’s wise cracks, like calling people Slobber Butt and he said, “That’s Donald!”
When we were kids Donald could belch long and steady and even say belched words. My buddy the late Van Callaway lived in the Latimer Apartments on Atlanta Street, next door to Donald’s family.
Van and I tried to do long belching and make belched words like Donald could but couldn’t. We went to his apartment and asked him how did he do it.
“Eat a lot of olives” He said.
We tried, it did not work for us.

Saturday, March 16, 2024

Devils in Bucks County

 While stationed in Lakehurst, NJ, one sunny Sunday, about 1964, Don Lash, Dick Day, and I drove over to Bucks County, New Hope, Pennsylvania. New Hope was, hopefully still is, a quaint little down with outside cafĂ©’s, antique stores, outside fountains, and on and on. They also have a playhouse, and hey! I think James Mitchner was buried there.

Here are two pictures:
Don Lash and I gentlemanly, with our dukes up, boxing in front of an antique store
And
Dick Day and I trying to shoo the haunted spirits out of a mystic pot, also in front of another antique store.




Friday, March 15, 2024

Bad Word Sandwiches in the Navy

 Me as Duty Driver.

Another New Jersey Navy tale;

When I was stationed with Helicopter Utility Squadron (HU-4) at Lakehurst, New Jersey, once or twice a week, I had duty after regular work hours.  Some times, because I had a government drivers license I was the Duty Driver.  If wheels were needed I was their man.

One of the duties of the Duty Driver was to go to the chow hall, after hours to pick up sandwiches for the night crew.  We fondly called hose salami sandwiches, “Horse Cock Sandwiches.”oHH

Anyway, one evening, doing my routine runs as duty driver I dropped by the Chow Hall to pick up the night’s Horse Cock Sandwiches.

Two of the men got up my order when a dunk came out of the office and asked what I wanted.   I told him and smiled when I said, “Horse Cock Sandwiches.”

The drunk did not smile.  He got in my face and said, “Do you think that is funny.”

He asked, “What is so funny about that?”

I shrugged.

He got close in my face.  We were having a standoff.

Finally, one of cooks handed me my sack and broke his glare.

When I got back to the duty office I tossed the sack of sandwiches on the counter and said, “Enjoy!  I had to work for these, put on a show.”

The duty chief said, “How so?’

I told him.

The duty officer listened but did not say anything.

About a month later I was called to the main Barracks Building office to a military hearing.  The drunk cook was the defendant.    I had to tell the same story. 

The poor guy got kicked out of the Navy, only months from retirement

The Hunter Twins and Westmoreland In laws

 These twins are the youngest sons of William A. and Emaline Ray Hunter/Trammell. Oscar Ray and Arthur Riley Hunter.

Oscar Ray Hunter (1884-1963) went to the Panama Canal Zone. He went there as a young man and worked for the United States Government as an account. The second picture is Oscar formally dress for an event at the Panama Zone. He married a nurse there Charlotte Georgia McCabe. They had one son, William Ray Hunter (1924-2012) who became an aerospace engineer. He and his wife Dorothy Edmondson came to the Hunter Reunion in Marietta for several years. They had four children. Dorothy is living in an assistant living home in Springfield, Virginia.
Arthur Riley Hunter (1884-1967). Arthur married Gwen Westmoreland and bought a farm in Cordele, Georgia., where they lived until he retired and moved to Florida. They had five children.
Gwen Westmoreland (1887-1978) is part of the Westmoreland family that owned property at Bells Ferry Road near Booth Road. I think several houses in that area were Westmorelands.
I remember back in the early 1960s we used to go to the houseboat at Victoria Landing at Lake Allatoona most weekends. Routinely, we usually stopped at Jake Medford's Store on Bells ferry Road to buy our beer. We bought our beer there because we met Jake's age requirement - we were old enough to slide the money across the counter. (we are related to him through the Tysons and Hueys) We started drinking as soon as pulled out of the parking lot. We finished our first can about the time we passed a certain house in the Westmoreland area of Bells Ferry Road. That is where we tossed our first beer cans out for the day. One time when we tossed our beer cans out in that yard a man cutting grass glared at us. The next Saturday morning as we tossed our cans in the yard a man jumped out from behind a tree with a pistol and took aim. We fled away screaming. We did not do that again.
That may have been an in-law taking pot shots at us. Small world.
And we have grown up and matured since then too.




Thursday, March 14, 2024

Ruby Laura Tyson Williams

 Meet Ruby Laura Tyson. A new old picture of a relative. Ruby was born 1904, in Gordon, Palo, Texas. Her parents are John Forrest Tyson (1863-1936) and Ida Judson Gilbreath (1863-1907). From the dates I have, Ruby was only about 3 years old when her mother died. She married Frank Williams born 1902). I do not have any information yet of their destiny. I think it is a good picture.




Poking around Rose Lane before doctor’s appointment.

 


Drucilla Wilson Huey and Obediah Hargraves & Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson

 The first is Drusilla Wilson Huey (1825-1905), wife of John T. Huey (1826-1891). Both Drusilla and John were born in South Carolina and died in Cherokee County, Georgia. They are buried in the Bascomb Methodist Cemetery, near Woodstock.

John and Drusilla Huey were the parents of Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson (1854-1938)l She married Obediah Hargraves Tyson, they were my great grandparents (2nd picture). Their daughter, my grandmother, Minnie Victoria Tyson married Frank Paris Hunter
By the time the Civil War came (1861) John T. Huey was a large land owner. Being a large land owner made him exempted from military duty. Rich people just didn't have to put their lives on the line in war time like the working class did.
Another law back then, if you were drafted you could pay someone to serve in your place. Even though John T. Huey, did not have to go, a buck is a buck and went in place of John B. Tippens.
During the Seize of Vicksburg, Mississippi John appeared to have been jumping back and forth to stay on the winning side. A couple of times he was AWOL from his CSA unit and he signed U.S. Oaths of Allegiance..... then he would be AWOL from the Union unit he was assigned to and back on the CSA mustard roll.




Wednesday, March 13, 2024

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LATE AL JAFFEE!

 


HAPPY BIRTHDAY AL JAFFEE!

 Happy Birthday, AL JAFFEE! (L with Will Elder in 1939)




Aisle 4

 This is Big D’s BBQ, across HWY 400 in Dawsonville. Next door is a little BP convenience store. Back in the 1980s a Postal coworker Ken,bought some land nearby, which was also near Urara where they mined for gold in the 1800s. WAIT!! I have told this before so if you know what I’m about to tell move over and not waste your time. There is a little creek running through his property. With a 2 cycle engine Ken rigged up a gold panning machine. He was pleased with his contraption and wanted to show. He suggested I bring Anna and my two boys and meet him at the BP Station next door to the above BBQ eatery. On a Saturday afternoon we met. Ken suggested he and I go into the store and buy hotdogs, buns, soft drinks, etc.

We went into the store and found all but the ketchup and mustard. Ken asked the lady behind the counter. He asked her where the condiments are. She said on aisle 4. We went to aisle 4 and no condiments. We went back and told her we couldn’t find the items.
She madly said come she will show us, she stocked them on aisle 4 herself. Meekly we followed her back to aisle 4 and said halfway angrily “THERE IS THE CONDIMENTS!” as she pointed directly at the little displays of condoms.
By the way, Adam and Rocky mined several tiny gold nuggets that day.

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

HAPPY SPRING!

 


William Jason Hunter & His Aunt Lois Hunter Carroway

 I posted this on Facebook about ten years ago:


One of these men is William J., Hunter/Trammell's son Jason William Hunter (1875-1896). It looks like a formal portrait made in a studio. He lived only 21 years. The picture was taken within a year or two of his death.
Jason married Fannie Emaline Medley. Fannie was luckier than Jason on living a long time. She lived within three months of 102 years.
Jason and Medley had two daughters.: Lois and Jacie.
Jacie Hunter married Vernon Tip Ingram. They had three children. Their son Hunter Davenport Ingram became a councilman of Woodstock, then Mayor.
Lois married a Carraway but it did not last long. They had no children. Lois worked for Western Union in Atlanta.
Lois or Jacie never knew their father. Lois was a baby and Jacie was not born yet.
William A. Hunter/Trammell and Emeline Ray Hunter took the two girls and their daughter-in-law in after Jason's death and their welfare was became the grandparents responsibility.
William A. Hunter/Trammell was the only father they knew.
Lois ended up with the house that her grandfather had built.
Then, in the 1980s I came along doing genealogy research. Lois showed me around the house and pointed out things of historical interest and old family pictures . She also showed me the barn William fell out of and broke his leg which put his health on the incline. I also waw grapes on a vine on a little fence by the barn that William had planted. I shooed them away the wasps and picked some grapes for Lois and I to enjoy.
We were buddies.
During my visits I asked her did she know about William being adopted? She said she didn't. I asked her about the story that William killed a man in Franklin, North Carolina. She said she didn't know anything about that but it was probably untrue.
As research time went on I found out more of the details of killing and the adoption.
William was the bastard son of Jason Henderson Hunter, so the court of Macon County, declared, and his mother Rebecca Trammell died before 1850 and he was raised by his grandparents, Jacob and Polly Hogshead Trammell. He did not murder someone but his uncle Van Trammell did, over an argument about the Civil War and William provided Van with a false alibi, which was proven wrong so a warrant went out for his arrest for being an accessory to murder, so he skipped town and changed his name to his paternal name.
I typed up a letter and sent all my uncles and other interested parties, including Louis Hunter Carraway, my findings.
Lois called me up so mad she was sputtering. She told me she knew all that and that was the only father she knew and she wanted to carry that trashy information to the grave with her to protect his good name. She said she had a some correspondence between Jason and William recognizing their father son relationship. I first instinct was that wanted to see those letters but I let her rant and rave. And knew she hated me at the moment so much I was not going to see those letters.
That is the trouble when doing family research: Not every family member is highly successful and some of those who are did it my unscrupulous means.
Like her mother, Lois lived a long time, over 102 years. She is buried at Bascomb Methodist Church Cemetery, near Woodstock.