Anna and I went to Collins Funeral Home in Acworth to pay
our respects Yesterday. I cannot ride
through Acworth without having memories
on almost every block. In the funeral
home I saw one lady I haven't seen in many years. She was Rev Moore's secretary. As we were being introduced I said we were
in school together, we both graduated
from Marietta High School in 1960. She
said that is right! I said she used to
be red headed. She said that was
right! I said we both had Mrs Victery as
a teacher our senior year, in math or
whatever. she said yes. She agreed, I knew all that about her but she
couldn't remember me. That figures.
Next door to Collins Funeral Home is the post office. I spent a week in training there in 1987 when
I went into window training. The whole
training was two weeks. One week was on
the j ob training. The technician
training me was very high strung and would fly off the handle and have a temper
tantrum. I once told him the world
wasn't going to end because I gave a lady 15 cents too much back in change.
Also, just down the street a block beside the funeral home
was where my aunt Octavia "Tade" Tyson Carr lived. She had a nice big home with a big
porch. Before I was driving age I would
hitch a ride to Acworth Beach with a friend of somebody I knew and when I
wanted to come home I would walk up to Aunt Tade's house and call home and
daddy or Frances would pick me up. And
Frances did the same, I think, before she was old enough to drive.
Back in 1955, next to the beach was a little cove. On the other side of the cove was a rowboat reantal place. Milton Martin and I rode with Frances on Easter Sunday. While she lied on the beach we rented a boat, rowed it across the lake and explored the swampy side where creeks and well, swampy stuff were around. It was very enjoyble, exploring down little wterways with trees hanging over us, and all. What we didn't know at the time we were baking. We wore our bathin suits and when it was time to go home we were red. The net morning at school I was red as a logbster. I was very sore. In time the skin pealed and left an embedded tan. Until just recently I had that embedded sun that left the outline of my bathin suit. Milton Martin joined the Airforce and I don't know what ever happened to him. There was a Milton Martin car dealership in Gainesville and I often wondered if that was Milton.
Back in 1955, next to the beach was a little cove. On the other side of the cove was a rowboat reantal place. Milton Martin and I rode with Frances on Easter Sunday. While she lied on the beach we rented a boat, rowed it across the lake and explored the swampy side where creeks and well, swampy stuff were around. It was very enjoyble, exploring down little wterways with trees hanging over us, and all. What we didn't know at the time we were baking. We wore our bathin suits and when it was time to go home we were red. The net morning at school I was red as a logbster. I was very sore. In time the skin pealed and left an embedded tan. Until just recently I had that embedded sun that left the outline of my bathin suit. Milton Martin joined the Airforce and I don't know what ever happened to him. There was a Milton Martin car dealership in Gainesville and I often wondered if that was Milton.
Speaking of Acworth Beach one night a bunch o f us boys went
there to a dance. We went in and all the
local boys gave us the bad-eye. We went
back to the car to drink a beer. We
were drinking and I remember like it was yesterday, we were by a big grassy mound or bank on the
edge of the parking lot and in the dark I saw a flash light bobble down the
hill and with it I heard the jingle of keys.
It was a cop. He caught us
drinking. He asked us our names and he
wrote them down as we told him. One of
us was Billy Joe Royal, who was getting a reputation as a singer at local
functions. I think the cop said
something to the effect that he knew Billy Joe's name. When I told him my name he said, "Are
you Ed Hunter's boy?" I told him I
was. He then told us to leave and not
come back with alcohol. So we drove on
the other side of the lake where a road went into the lake, and finished our
beer.
Also yesterday we
drove over the bridge/dam on Highway 92.
I looked down at the place I was thinking about. About 1989, on a Saturday morning the Acworth
police found the body of a man clutching Rosary beads and a gun was in the seat
with him. A whole was in his head. It appeared that the man committed
suicide. The car was registered to Vince
Desantes and the body had a wallet with
an I.D. of Vince Desantes. Vince
Desantes was a co-worker of mine. We
worked side by side as window clerks at the Sprayberry Post Office.
However, some of us doubt if the body was Vince. Here are a few facts. Vince was a small frame thin man. I doubt if he weighed over 140 pounds. The body was described in the report as
weighing over 200 pounds. The night
before the incident Vince's ATM card was
used to withdraw all of his money out of the bank. The body on had a small amount of bills, ten
or twelve dollars.
Here is another thing.
Vince was embezzling money from some postal accounts. the companies that
had business reply accounts. The inspectors
knew it, and they set up. The day the
body that claimed to be Vince Desantes was found was the day the Postal
Inspectors had plans to arrest him. Did
he sense they were closing in and he
picked up a drunk and shot him and put his i.d. on him and parked the
car where it would likely be found?
A few other facts about Vince completely unrelated: He was a gruff sounding retired Marine. He was from Boston. He had a rich aunt who lived in Boston that
he was trying to get to move to Marietta
so he could "take care of her.";
He and I are the exact same age, or within hours. He was born the same date as I. He like to call his friends something that
sounded like "GoomBah!" About
ten months after his supposedly death, a friend and co-worker received a
postcard from the Keys. It simply said,
"Goombah!"
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