Throwback
Thursday. Boy Scout Camp, Troop
132. Camping out at George and Mike
Hobby's daddy's property he bought off Macland Road.
Left to
Right: Mickey Griffin, ?, Me, and Tony
Hester.
That was the
night George Hobby raised my sleeping bag up on a flag pole and blasted it with
a shotgun. .... all, in good old boy fun.
Mickey
Griffin was a fun loving kid. He used to walk around with me and my dog named
Skipper when I delivered The Atlanta Journal newspapers and we do all kinds of mischievous
tricks.
When I think
of Tony Hester I remember the time I was showing him and Gene Sanges a trick I
learned: climb up one small tree, and at
the top get it swinging and when it swung wide enough I could gracefully grab
an identical size and type tree, latch on to it and artfully shinny down the
tree. I already did it twice alone, now
I was ready to show off for an audience.
I got Tony and Gene down at the bottom watching me and I skillfully
climbed the tree near the top and got it swinging back and forth like I did two
other times. That is the last thing I
remembered for several hours, the tree top broke and I fell to the ground and
was knocked out. Tony thought I was
playing a joke and went home and got his wagon and came back and he and Gene
put me in the wagon and carried me to his back yard where his two little
sisters Peggy and Lulu were playing with their dolls. Tony told me if I didn't get up he was going
to take off my clothes. I didn't get up
and they took off my clothes. Then they
thought I was dead. They put me back in
the wagon (naked) and carried me home, over a block away. Nobody was at home so they left me in my bed
an left.
Later my
parents came home and was startled to see me in bed in the middle of the day,
naked, and I had no idea why.
The
lighting in that picture looks something like the Blair Witch Project doesn't
it?
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