Saturday, January 21, 2017

Hee hee Ha ha Haw Haw







I am reading a biography named HARVEY KURTZMAN THE MAN WHO CREATED MAD AND REVOLOUTIONIZED HUMOR IN AMERICA. 
I just read that Artist Arnold Roth said Harvey Kurtzman at times would pull out the laughing record and play it.
It is called the OKEH LAUGHING RECORD.  It is of a man and woman laughing uncontrollably.  The laughter is infectious. 
One time Arnold asked his boss Harvey, "You are playing got again?  I have heard it over a hundred times.
Harvey said, "It gets better."
Out of curiosity I searched on Youtube  and found that is was produced in 1922.  It is of Otto Rathke an Lucia Bernado laughing and File Sibers on the cornet.
It reminds of the infectious laugh of the lady with the STAR WARS' CHEWBACCA mask on.

Here it is: 




Friday, January 20, 2017

Ron Phillips c2014




Ron Phillips, c2014.
I have not seen Ron Phillips in decades, 40 or 50 years.  He is a few years older than I am, but I think I would have recognized him if not told, by old friend Walker Gaines, who is.  I don't think Ron has aged a bit.

Back in grammar school times I remember Ron lived on Waterman Street, across from the playfield of Waterman Street School.
He has a cabin at the Methodist Campground next door to Walker's cabin.  Incidentally Walker also lived on Waterman Street, and he and Ron are cousins.


On this day, was sort of history celebration of the Campground Methodist and Ron was an Old Time Methodist Reenactor.  

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Hunter Brothers, Sister, & Spouses and Time

This is an early jump on "Throwback Thursday".  Click on each picture to make it bigger and better.


c1950

Left to Right: Dick, Stanley, Doug, Jack, Ed, Bus, Bee, and Herbert Hunter


Janie Petty Hunter, Willie Collins Hunter, Jeannette Quintal Hunter, Bee Hunter Crain, Sarah Frasure Hunter, Lola Jean Turner Hunter, and Ruby Langley Hunter


 c1979
Bus, Zelma, Ed, Janie, Jack, Ruby, Doug Lola Jean, Stanley, Sarah, Jeannette, and Dick


 c1984
Bus, Ed, Jack, Doug, and Stanley



 2004
Ray Robert "Bus" Hunter (1906-2005)

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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Marietta Downtown




Yesterday, between doctor visits I took a stroll in downtown Marietta.
I did it because for a couple of years I have been thinking about using my GPS walking aids draws a little map of where you either walked, run, or biked.  I thought it would be neat to walk downtown, first on the four streets that border Glover Park, then the four sidewalks adjacent  to the park, and in the center is a round circle which would represent walking around the fountain.
When I got home and transferred my electronic trail to the computer it looked like a scrambled mess.  For one thing, it is the vision from a satellite miles up in the sky, so the whole  covered image is about the size of a quarter.  For another thing the lines stray off course here and there, especially when I saw someone ahead in my path that looked like they might want to ask me for a couple of bucks.
Which reminds me, a few years ago ever-so-often on Sunday mornings I would load my bike in the truck and unload it on the Square and ride it around.  One Sunday morning while unloading my bike a man approached me and  told me he just came down from  Cartersville to see his sick son and out of gas now he needed a few bucks for gas  to get to the boy's home.  I might have gavr him a couple of bucks that time.  A few months later, one Sunday morning I was unloading my bike, and the same man approached me and told me he had just came down from Cartersville to see is sick son.  He ran out of gas and needed gas money to get to the boys home.
I told him I heard that from him before and hopped on my bike and sped off. 





These bottom three pictures were taken Monday morning on my stroll.  The Cobb County Courthouse looks like something in Gothem City.  And the art work on the wood fence hiding Phillip Goldstein's empty lot were original arts from the Street Art Festival held a couple of months ago.





Monday, January 16, 2017

News Item!

RINGLING BROTHERS CIRCUS IS CLOSING DOWN!

At least the unemployment office should be interesting.






Nikhedonia





New Word (to me, anyway):

Nikhedonia:  The pleasure feeling one gets from anticipating victory.*

I would think Nikhedonia would be the fear of Nikon Cameras or the dreaded smell of nicotine in someone's hair or clothes.

Nikhedonia has probably caused many people to take their life, rather than be losers.

In every game I can think of there will be a winner and there will be a loser.  Get use to it.


I think there should be a campaign to convince people that Nikhedonia is overrated - so not to so feel badly about oneself.  

*Uncle John's Bathroom Reader.


Sunday, January 15, 2017

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! Washington Rides Again!




(click on each page to make it readable)





With The 45th Presidential Inauguration  just a few days away I thought of our first President.  Before George Washington was president he was the head general of the Continental Army.   Here he is EC's Comics TWO-FISTED TALES, illustrated by John Severin and Will Elder. 




Saturday, January 14, 2017

WHAM! (to the pavement





I am out of routine today.   Yesterday, after visiting our sister-in-law in Cartersville, leaving  walking down her ramp to the driveway, Anna tripped and took a bad bang-up.
Thank God for nosy neighbors:  Thelma's neighbor was watching us.  He rushed over to help.  He whipped out his cell phone to call another neighbor and he was there in seconds, he probably said, "I'll be right there!  Let me put up my binoculars!" 
We got Anna up on her feet and then sitting in a chair.  She has been on ice-packs since. d
Just before Christmas it was me who took a banged up fall. 
Anna needs to rest and take it easy.  I am doing household  things she normally does like sort the clothes for washing.
During the morning I noticed Willow was missing.  I looked in each room and she wasn't in any of them.  "Oh well, " I thought, "Anna probably let Willow out."  And that was the last thought I had on that.
After the clothes were sorted I took a full basket, opened the basement door to carry a load down to the basement where the washing machine is - and Willow jumped out of the darkness!
She probably followed me down me down to the basement on my last trip down there a while ago, and I didn't know it, and came back up and shut the door.
When she jumped out I instantly figured out why, and knew it was my fault.  I reached out to put her to show her now hard feelings, "my bad."
She jumped out of my reach,  now she doesn't trust me.

Oh me.
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