Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Red Top Mountain Bluegrass





Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Tade and Car



Octavia "Tade" Tyson Carr of Acworth

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Tade is our grandmother Minnie Victoria Tyson Hunter's (1879-1948) sister. 

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Monday, April 22, 2019

Today is EARTH DAY






Handle With Care!

Easter 2019





Sabrina's and Rocky's 10th Anniversary is just 4 days away.

















Sunday, April 21, 2019

Atlantic City Boardwalk East Parade 1964





When I was stationed in Lakehuist, New Jersey, one Spring Sunday Morning we were wondering how we were going to entertain ourselves that pretty day.  One of us (not me) said, “I know!  Lets go to Atlantic City to the Easter Parade!”

I never heard of such.  But apparently it was well known tradition.
Atlantic City Boardwalk was only about 40 miles away.

I’m glad somebody thought of that.  Real people dressed up in their finest putting on a strutting show.  It was a sight to behold.  We as gawkers loved the parade and so did the gawkees.




We did not take pictures that I remember but to give you an idea of the dress think of Kentucky Derby fashion and Pimps.

Another HAPPY EASTER wish...



Happy Easter!




SUNDAY FUNNIES!! The Piranha Club by Bud Grace


I miss the Piranha Club comic strip by Bud Grace.  It  was, in my opinion, the best daily comic strip of modern day.  It made fun of the self-centering of people and their natural greed.  I think creator Bud Grace hung it up to take on a more meaningfully and  profound projects:  Working on his house and boat.

Psst!  Click on each comic strip to make it large and readable (and hopefully laughable).








Saturday, April 20, 2019

Luther Foster




This is of Anna's grandfather's brother Luther Foster and his wife Lilly May Cook. Anna's late mother Marie made very meticulous notes on the back of the pictures. This one points out that Lilly May died almost eleven months after they were married.








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Friday, April 19, 2019




Thanks to O.M Marietta:
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I remember the Dixie Inn well.  It was in Woodstock on Canton Road, about just north of Hwy 92.  My family liked to pick up fried chick in white to-go boxes on sometimes on Sundays.  I do not know if it was the fried batter or the thin white boxed that kept the heat in, but whatever, it worked!

I worked as a carry out boy at the Big Apple Grocery Store on weekends when I was in high school.  If they had a special  worth driving to Woodstock for after work chances are we would go.
At times, we have bought their specials and then go to the Drive-In Movies.  

The evening that I remember with a chill they had “all you can eat” fish, I think it was red snapper. 

While enjoyed the fish and seeing how much I could eat suddenly a fish bone lodged in my throat.  I fell to the floor kicking.  I thought I was dying.  I couldn’t breathe.

No one seem to help me.  I think a waitress, ignoring me, had to step over me to deliver her food.

Somehow, it wasn’t my time, the bone popped out.  And I jumped up back into my seat, somewhat embarrassed.

And I’m still here.

Sharon Baptist Church


Adeline Bagley Buice (1825-1910) is one of Anna’s distant relatives.  Adeline is the daughter of Henry Thomas (1787-1884) and Harmour Anna (1795-1879) Bagley.  Adeline had an interesting and tragic life. 

During the Civil War she was one of the Roswell Mill Workers who was arrested by Sherman’s troops and sent north to work in factories.  When she returned 5 years later. Her husband had assumed she was dead and married someone else and had a family.
Check out her tombstone inscription.

Adeline Bagley Buice is buried in the Sharon Baptist Cemetery, between Cumming and Suwanee, Georgia.






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Thursday, April 18, 2019

Frances Home From the Hospitaol




Yesterday, We got my sister Frances home from the hospital  after about an eight day stay.  She is happy as a lark!

Ryman Auditorium

These pictures were taken December 2018.

The early part of  1963 a group of us went to Nashville to see the Grand Ole Opry at the Ryman Auditorium.

We went in my old new Volvo.  The brakes were bad so we changed them.  On our trip on the state two- lane highway just north of Chattanooga on a steep incline going down a mountain my new brakes failed, down we sped, with one of us screaming.  Thank God for truck run-a-ramps.  It probably saved our lives.  I don't know how we fixed the brakes but one of us did,.  They probably just needed an adjustment.  

In Nashville we got a room in a hotel next door to the Ryman Auditorium and went to Woolworths to eat dinner.  Our table was in the window.  While eating an old man with a dirty coat and a guitar on his shoulder stood and watched us eat.  We motioned for him to join us and we would buy him a dinner.  He quickly joined us and ordered.  He told us he and Cowboy Copas grew up together and were good friends.  Cowboy told him if he ever got to Nashville come to the Opry and he would give him a job singing.  We wished him well.

The Ryman Auditorium was built in 1892 as the Union Gospel Tabernacle.  Rev. Sam Jones of Cartersville. Georgia, was the main evangelist that preached there.  In 1943 the Grand Ole Opry took it over. 

That night we got  sat on a church pew in the balcony.  Cowboy Cobas was the M.C.  We saw many famous country and western singers.  The only one I one I can remember is Patsy Cline.  I also remember the giant cereal box on stage and the constant plug of WSM Radio broadcasting live.

During the show I saw Cowboy Copas's friend on the main level walking up the aisle with his  guitar.  I nudge my friends and we eagerly watched him.  Almost to the stage two or three men intercepted him.  They drug him away with him trying to explain his relationship to Cowboy and Cowboy did not miss a beat or even blink during the ruckus, he just played on.

Afterwards we went to  The Jungle Club Lounge.   The waitress flirted with us but warned us she had a husband and four kids waiting on her not miles north of there in Kentucky.  

Very soon after that night, Cowboy Copas and Patsy Cline died in a plain crash, March 5, 1963.









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