Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Edith Hunter Sims




About 1979. Edith Hunter Sims (1908-1996). According to my genealogy software we are 1/2 first cousins, twice removed. At the time we met, in the 1970s Edith and her first cousin Eric "Joe" Hunter were the only living grandchildren of our ancestor Jason Henderson Hunter (abt 1817 - abt 1885), who was mine and my generation of Hunter first cousins great great grandfather.
For a few years she and her Joe came to the Hunter Reunions in Marietta and the bigger Hunter Reunion in Blairsville. Then she brought her two sons. One son was a big game hunter and owned a chain of saloons across the Southern United States. I think he told me his restaurants were decorated with his hunting trophies, such as deer heads, elk heads, and whatever. The other son was one of the founders and vice president of Holiday Inn. He lived in Memphis, and later retired and moved to Hot Springs, Arkansas, and bought his own bank.
One time Edith and her two sons were here the day before the Reunion and they wanted me to drive them around in their plush rented car and visit my uncles. At one uncle's house, who lived in an average income house, after we had a cordial visit, back in the car, the son who owned the bank reach for his beer, found it was warm, he lowered the window and toss the can onto my uncle's front lawn. That said a lot of how he probably felt about us.
A few years later Edith had a stroke and was blinded. When I was with Anna on a business trip to Memphis I drove to Jonesboro, Arkansas, and looked up her grave. She is in a big plot with the rest of her family and parents. I looked for Jason's grave in the same huge graveyard but could not find it.

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Monday, May 20, 2019

Abercrombie House




This house, I think was the Abercrombie house near Woodstock. A note said it was built in the 1860s. My great uncle John Rafas Hunter (1870-1940)'s daughter Emma Viola Hunter married Andrew Joseph Abercrombie and this is the house they lived in for a while before they moved to Birmingham for Andrew to work in the steel mills.

I found the back porch interesting. When I was growing up south Marietta this type of porch was not unusual. Also, not unusual to see the lady of the house to come out on the porch with a dishpan full of soapy water and heave it out into the back yard.

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Sunday, May 19, 2019

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HELP Magazine 1965. Art After







Saturday, May 18, 2019

Benjamin at Fernbank Science Center Today





Danel Webster and Sarajh Jane Garrett Petrty




My great grandparents Daniel Webster Petty (1843-1913) and Sarah Jane Garrett Petty (1850-1929).
Daniel was born in North Carolina, son of Elijah and Letty Lewis Petty. In 1849 his mother Letty Lewis died and the family moved to Fannin County, Georgia, where he grew up in and married Sarah Jane 1873.
Daniel, in the Civil War enlisted- Confederate Army Co B, 65th Regiment, Ga. Infantry. In the CSA he spent a lot of time in hospitals with stomach disorders - probably because of all his hospital time he switched over to orderly.

The Daniel Webster Petty moved his family to Murray County, Georgia, in 1890.
Sarah Jane Garrett Petty was born in Fannin County,
daughter of Joseph and Nancy Elizabeth Mashburn. Some of her grandchildren (my mother's generation) believed Sarah Jane was a epileptic and other believed she drank too much. She was known to, if a grandkid, got within her reach, she would grab the kid and shake him or her.

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Friday, May 17, 2019

Banksy Wanna Ba


We went to a concert in Woodstock last night.  Lately each time I went through Woodstock I saw this giant mural on the side of a  building.  The mural is facing a narrow street.  It is impossible to stand back and take one picture to get it all.  It has to be piecework.   Whoever did this mural I think was inspired by an underground graffiti  in London whoes  handle name is “Banksy.”



3 pictures were omitted because of lousy photography.








Arnold Guest

Arnold R. Guest, Jr (1940-2017)
a friend to all



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Thursday, May 16, 2019

Free Samples Report




Free Food Samples Report.  Local radio reports on fishing conditions have been around a long time.  They will tell you the best time to fish in a particular lake for a particular kind of fish, based on predicted temperatures, weather (rain, freezing, etc) and other factors I don’t know about.

I think it would be nice to have an on-line free-samples report.  Like you could tell what Costco and BJS  are being served at the different stations, and is the server grouchy friendly or what.  

And most importantly, does the server have a good memory?  Will they snap at you if they catch you coming back for seconds?

Throwback Thursday Whoopee Cushion




Nell Campbell compared me to the other a Greek philosopher who died the way he wished, laughing at his joke. Well, I don’t know about dying laughing at my own joke. Once I know the punchline it is no longer funny, the element of surprise is gone. However the next best thing is giggling uncontrollably over a prank you were part of. True story: My aunt Opal worked in Atlanta close to a novelty store. There, she brought me a Poo-Poo cushion. I carried it to school. In phys Ed a few of us non-dress-ouster’s hung out in the bleachers and played with the poo poo cushion making farting sounds. I noticed Coach Lundy glaring at up from time to time. He finally came to us and demanded the cushion. About one or two periods later On the PA system my name and the others names involved with the poo poo cushion was told by Principal Lloyd Cox to report to the office. When we were all there and lined up Lloyd Cox whipped the inflated cushion out from behind him and squeezed it causing a loud long fart sound. We all burst out giggling. Lloyd said what was.so funny about that. I tried to explain the dramatic presentation with the sudden sound. Lloyd was in a rage which made us giggle more. He told us to stay in the adjoining office until the last bell for the day rang. We did. When the last bell sounded we left, going through Lloyd’s office. He wasn’t there. He was probably making sure people was leaving school in an orderly manner. We decided to look through his desk for the poo poo cushion. We found it. We blew it up and put it in Lloyd’s chair. By the way I read In the paper about a year ago that Lloyd Cox died in his middle 90s. Yesterday I read that his wife died at age 98,

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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Jack Daniel Tour








To be burned for the smoke taste in whiskey.



Jack Daniels' and the Master Brewery's humble office


The springs that supply water for Jack Daniels's Whiskey

Tour Guide





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