Why Chicken-Fat is Chicken-Fat

People often asked me why did I name my blog Chicken-fat.

It is to show my appreciation of original MAD Comicbook artist Will Elder (1921-2008).  Will was known for putting tiny little funny things in his MAD stories, that  usually had nothing to do with the main story  and sometimes these tiny little side jokes with two or three panels was a tiny little story itself.

Will called these tiny little side jokes "Chicken-fat" because "it is part of the soup that is bad for you, yet gives the soup its delicious flavor."

Here are a few samples ripped from some ancient MAD comic books (before it became a magazine):

Notice on the second page above the middle strip, a pick pocket at work in both panels.

Remember click on to see the cleverly inserted details.

Oh Well, You get the idea.

I think I got the "bad for you" down pat, but still working on the delicious flavor part.

Back at the Aquatic Center's Pool

We started going to one of the county's aquatic centers about a half year ago.

We found tossing and turning and even swimming, any things to use those muscles moving in the water really helps those joints and muscles.  The water is a gentle polite resistance.

We were going about 6:30 in the morning and there were very few people in the pool we used - a freewheeling pool not with teams or organized exercise with a leader.  It is  just a do your own thing pool. 

Every morning the pool had from normally 0 (until we arrived) to 5.  We that go that early in the morning are mostly retired.  Not only do you get your body circulating but you get to socialize some - something like talk at work on a coffee break or a country store.

Because of an operation Anna and I took a leave of absence from the pool for about a month.  We bought passes good for a year.  The good part about a year pass, when you know you are going to be out for a week or so you can freeze your account and it will start back when you start back and that will add time to the expiration date.  That is what we did.

Yesterday we returned to the pool.  We did not go in the morning like we have been but chose the afternoon time slot.

It was a different world.  A lot of people were there.  I think there were about 4 or 5 swim-teachers with swim students.  Several people were there for medical therapy.  Those left by wheel chair or walker and only about four or five were doing what we are used to doing in the morning - exercise some and run your mouth some while also exercising.  But all those added up which made it crowded, compared to what we were used to, anyway.

Also, there were several rubber toys floating.

Three of the lifeguards welcomed us back and said they missed us.   Which delighted us to hear that.  One of the guards we were unsure if he even knew we existed.

We got to know the life guards personalities pretty well over the six or so months.  Because of their rotation system.  There are two big Olympic pools with lanes and all, and our pool, which I jokingly call the baby pool.  This calls for three lifeguards at all times.  I guess to break the boredom the lifeguards rotate every 15 minutes.  Or as I jokingly say, "they relieve each other". 

Another thing about the lifeguards.  We have been three times in the day time in the past months.  From what I observed some of them have sort of a part time job, as a one on one swimming teacher, mostly to young children.  Yesterday one guard who has always been nice and jovial went into the water near where I was doing my exercise and said something nice, I forgot what.  He was swimming around and one time I looked up and saw him waving at me.  I waved back.  He looked frustrated.  He shook his head and said in body language, "Not you!"  and he pointed up behind me at the side of the pool.  I looked around and a little preschooler were jumping into the pool.  His student had arrived. 

I think it is interesting and a dab of synchronicity,  sort of, in different times in history, two women, both named Bonnie and their partners lived on the violent edge with the law after them, and on this month's date the courts' judicial systems were to figure out what to do with them.  

This day in history, November 28, 1720:  Anne Bonnie and Mary Read were tried, found guilty of pirating in Spanish Town, Jamaica. 

However they were both pregnant, which won them stays of execution.

This date November 28, 1933, A Dallas grand jury delivers a murder indictment against Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow for the January 1933 killing of Tarrant County Deputy Malcolm Davis.

DBL

Less than an hour ago I got a pleasant jolt that knocked me a loop.

I received an email from an old Naval friend, Don Lash.  

One that I have not heard from since 1976.

He was a great friend that knew me like a book and love to ride me on my weaknesses.  What a friend!

Donald Bruno Lash is back!  Oh shit!

SUNDAY FUNNIES: PHILBERT DESANEX

Because it is Thanksgiving, football weekend and possibly Christmas decorating time we don't want to have you waste too much time reading the funnies.

Philbert Desanex is created and drawn by Gilbert Shelton who gave you THE FABALOUS FURRY FREAK BROTHERS AND WONDER WART HOG.  In fact, WONDER WART HOG might be the alter super ego of Philbert Desanex.

Click to enlarge to make sense of it.

Baby Doll

At a Post Thanksgiving Dinner today a relative was asked to make a list of all the places she has worked.   The places she worked were interesting.  Her job descriptions and some of the things she took on herself to do were very funny and interesting.

She told of in an elderly lady in a nursing home who always had a doll with her.  It reminded me of this of this lady I saw sitting in the corridor often a couple years ago, that was also in a nursing home 

Adios Fidel Castro!

Adios!

Fidel Castro my archenemy; my arch villain, is dead. 

When our country was threatened by the Cuban Missile Crisis, I stepped up between Fidel and John F. Kennedy, with my cape blowing in the wind, held out my hand like I was halting a runaway mad-man swinging an ax and said, "Not so fast Fidel!"

In other words, Fidel is the reason I joined the Navy. 

Parks and Terry

Parks and Terry at a GOBAG wondering about something deep or important.

Faye Hunter Rogers Browning (1926-2016)

My first cousin Faye Hunter Rogers Browning, 90,  left us on the the 19th or 20th.  I just found out about it.  She was a professor at Kennesaw University before she retired.

She was the daughter of Herbert and Willie Collins Hunter.

Here is what her grandson, David Hunter, put on Facebook:

My grandmother passed away peacefully yesterday at age 90. I dedicate the last beautiful sunset I saw on Mt. Leconte, the Crown Jewel of the Great Smoky Mountains, to her memory. May her spirit find peace in the great beyond. #goodbye #carpediem #nofilter #backpacking#greatsmokymountains #appalachiantrail

US and THEM and the word NICKHEDONIA

My new word for today:  Nikhedonia:  The pleasure feeling one gets from anticipating victory.

I'm sure there is a also a word for the fear of failure, but maybe Nikhedonia covers both situations.

US.

Which reminds me, the other day I was thinking US and THEM.  US and THEM are the two words that  makes the world go around.  You naturally think, you, part of the US team believe y'all are better than the THEM people.  That goes for religion, politics, sports, business, wars, and I more.  That instinct to prove US is better than THEM, or visa versa is what makes the world go around and also keeps the human population small enough to feed.

Mother of THANKSGIVING?

From 365 DAYS OF AMAZING TRIVIA page a day calendar:

Who is considered to be the “Mother of Thanksgiving”?

Answer:

Sarah Hale (1788–1879), a prominent editor and writer who was a big voice in the movement to make Thanksgiving a national holiday. The idea of a making it a federal holiday was not hers, but she wrote many articles and editorials championing it as a way to bring together a country divided by the Civil War. And then, in 1863, Hale wrote a letter urging President Lincoln to proclaim a national day of Thanksgiving on the last Thursday in November. It's not known for certain if Hale's letter was what finally swayed Lincoln, but within a week of her letter, the president issued an official proclamation and Thanksgiving became a nationally observed holiday. 

Throwback Thursday, Elijah Petty's Siblings

Throwback Thursday.  These are all  my grandfather William Elijah Joseph Petty's siblings.  

 1st Row: Dawson Wesley Petty (1879-1960), James "Jim" Petty (1882-1956), and Ervin Petty (1882-   ?    ).

2nd Row:  Nancy Jane Petty (1877-1965) and Sarah Alice Petty (1874 - 1958).

Jim Petty married Lillie Henry.  They had nine children.   The three I know of were known for their success and hard work.  Their son Glen was a physician in Chattanooga and lived on Lookout Mountain.  He has a daughter that graduated from West Point and before she took her commission she and her brother biked from Alaska to Florida.

The Jim Petty family lived on Jim Petty Road, Crandall, Murray County, Georgia.  The last time I rode by their house, after Jim had died and Lille was living with her son Carlton and his famiy, the house was stuffed with straw and feed sacks.

Beside Jim's house was a rugged dirt road.   The dirt road went into another farm and another two storied farm house (like Jim's).  This is where his brother Wesley, Nancy, and Alice lived.  I used to look forward to our visits, I enjoy eating lunch with them but disliked the bitter milk (straight from the cow).  Wesley and his two sisters never married.  When they became elderly Alice died and Nancy had a stroke, then spending her remaining years in a nursing home.  With Wesley living alone the house burned down taking Wesley's life.

Ervin married a lady who owned a boarding house in Detroit and spent his life there.  As a young man, his parents and siblings had to hold him down while his uncle Dr. William Garrett amputated his frostbit toes.  His son Stanley Petty used to visit the Pettys in Marietta off and on.  My uncle Roy Petty told me Ervin's daughter Inez Petty ran away and joined a circus.  

Prance Post Thanksgiving Chatter

I was looking for a few certain videos on Youtube and came across this rather timely video of Anna's Prance family members, at a Post Thanksgiving Dinner in 2013, talking, bringing up old times, before eating.

I have not found the video I was looking for yet. 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVE

The Day The World Turned Upside Down

On this date 53 years ago, November 22, 1963, John F. Kennedy was assassinated and the world turned upside down.

Racists Running and Walking Shoes?

I have been wearing New Balance walking and running shoes for at least 15 or 20 years.  Why, because I'm old and they are more comfortable.  Before then I wore Nike.  I did not realize there was a political implication that went along with your footwear.

" Thursday, Andrew Anglin, who founded the neo-Nazi and white supremacist website Daily Stormer, lost his temper when New Balance denied his endorsement of the shoes as the “official shoes of White people.”

On Saturday, Anglin wrote that it was “time to get on-board with New Balance now” after Matt LeBretton, who is the vice president of affairs at New Balance, voiced his support for Donald Trump.

“New Balance is making a gesture to support White people and to support US manufacturing. We need to support that,” Anglin wrote. “I see New Balances now becoming the official shoes of White people.”

Then, on Monday, New Balance released a statement saying it “does not tolerate bigotry or hate in any form.” "

From THE GRIO.

By the way, New Balance is one of the few, if not the only one, shoe companies that make their shoes totally in the U.S.

Pat Rich

Pat Rich at a Bell Reunion.  In my preteens years I lived on Manget Street.  Pat and his family lived close by on the corner of  Manget and Glover Streets.  He is a couple years older than me.  His sister Faye Rich was closer to my age.

Their yard was a hangout, sort of like an rural street corner.  It was where the local preteens and teens met and us preteens were normally picked on or agged into fights with other preteens with the teens doing agging.  Why we kept coming back for more, I don't know;  Peer pressure I suppose.

Once I and Eddie N were pushed into a fight.  Eddie was challenged.  He came at me with his arms swinging like a windmill, leaving his face unguarded for a sucker punch with I took advantage of.  It broke Eddie's nose and blood went every where.

He ran to his grandparents house on Glover Street crying and I ran home.  I was told his sister returned wanted who assaulted her brother and she wanted to press charges.  Being good peers, no one "saw anything."

Months later the episode was forgotten and a bunch of us were playing in the loft of Eddie's grandparents' barn.  While up in the loft, one of my "friends" reminded Eddie the time I busted his nose.  He pounced on me and started choking me.  I could not breath, I thought my life was about to end.

But, luckily enough, the plywood across the rafters were not nailed down, and as we struggled the plywood tilted and unloaded us not to gently onto barn's dirt floor.  I sprung up took off running home like a scared rabbit.

I heard a couple years ago that Eddie was serving time in prison for murder.

And, the house Pat and Faye Rich lived in was burned down along with the George and Mike Hobby's house next door for a Marietta Fire Department  training exercise.

The Traditional Hanging the Christmas Tree

The Annual Rich's Downtown Atlanta Christmas Tree traditional  Lightening on Thanksgiving Night has had some changes.  It is no longer downtown, now it is at Lenox Square.  It is no longer Rich's, now it is nowMacy's.  It is no longer held on Thanksgiving Night, but is being held as I type, four days before Thanksgiving, on Sunday Night.

It is just not natural anymore.

Food To-Go Adventure

True Story again:  Yesterday I went to a restaurant to pick up a to-go order.

The lady in line in front of me was toting an 8 month old child and in tow was little boy about two.  I made faces at the 8 month old child, girl I think, and she would beam a smile and me likewise.  I asked how old and the mother told me eight months.  For some reason I thought they were dirt poor.  The only reason I thought that was the 8 month old threw her pacifier a couple of times on the floor and the mother each time would pick it up and give it to her and she immediately put  it in her mouth.  That thing was on the floor.  But when she placed her order she spoke like a well trained educated speaker.  Wrong again!

One time her little boy said,  "Corn Bread!"

I thought to myself:  I learned that very day My grandson Benjamin said, "Dark Vader!"

At the cash register I paid and the man gave me my order and thanked me for my business.

I said, "Do I get a register receipt?"

He said, "I always give a receipt!"  And ripped off the 6 to 8 feet long printed registered receipts and handed me the one on the tail-end. 

SUNDAY FUNNIES: PANIC's I TOUCHED A FLYING SAUCER

As you may know, if you have read/looked at many of Chicken-fat's SUNDAY FUNNIES, that PANIC comicbook is a sister to MAD comicbook.  That is to say that they both belonged to the same publisher and were by the same artists, such as Jack Davis, who illustrated this one.

The cover was illustrated was by Basil Wolverton..

Be sure to click on each illustration to be able to read the balloons.

Oh-Oh

True Story:  About a month ago we bought a new 2017 Ford Escape CRV, silver color.  It replaced a 2008 Honda CRV, gray color. 

Last Friday, November the 16th, I met my sisters Frances and Bonnie at Olive Garden for Frances' birthday lunch.  Instead of my truck I decided to drive the Ford Escape. 

I drove into the Olive Garden Parking lot, hung my ball cap on the gear shift, like I always do and went inside to the lobby where they were waiting.

After it was over we went our separate ways.  I unlocked the vehicle  with the FOB and  got into the CRV and reached for my cap.  It wasn't there.

"Darn!"  I thought.  somebody stole my hat.  How did they get in?  I thought to myself.

I started to start the engine and the starter was not where it should be.  I looked on the dash it did not say Ford Escape.  I looked over to the next car and it was a Ford Escape.

Whoops!

Drone Looking Down at Downtown Marietta at Night

Drone's View of Marietta's Square at Night

click below:

Not an Understandable Notice

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And you click "learn more" and get the exact message.

Throwback Thursday: Hunter Band of Brothers in Uniform

click on picture to make it larger

Throwback Thursday: Veterans' Day was almost a week ago.  Maybe I can squeeze in one more Veterans' picture.

This is the Marietta Georgia National Guard unit that my Daddy was in.  It was taken in 1936 at Camp Foster, Florida.  Also some of Daddy's brothers, maybe most, were in the same unit.

Hand printed on the bottom of the picture is:

Co. M, 122nd Inf, Ga. National Guard at Camp Foster, Fl., Aug 9th to 22nd 1936.

I recognize Daddy (Edwin Tyson "Ed" Hunter, Sr.) being the 2nd man from the left on the 2nd row. 

Also I recognize his brother (John) Stanley Hunter in the front center row with a dark shirt.  Stanley turned 16 years of age just about a month and  a half before the picture was taken.

Speaking of Stanley, here is a family story handed down:  Once their brother Jack Hunter was sitting at the table eating breakfast.  Stanley crawled up near him, reached and grabbed a bacon strip off his plate and started crawling quickly away.  Jack threw his fork at him  and it struck and stuck in his butt.  Years later a military physician examining Stanley, asked what was that scar from, a snake bite?

Old As the Hills Cartoons

Old time cartoons of Popeye and Betty Boop for Old Times Sakes:

Janis Joplin Said Some Bad Words?

On this date in 1969 Janis Joplin was accused of vulgar and indecent language in Tampa, Florida.

Janis Joplin saying bad words in her time?  Naw!

Norma C.

This our friend Norma.  Norma just spent about three weeks in the hospital while her husband Jim was close at her side the whole time.  It was not uncertain whether she would live or not.  No one knew, and if she did live there was a possibility she would not have her full memory back.

But thanks to a the hospital medical staff and positive vibes from their friends and Jim, I think she just about back to normal.

Norma is Normal (I can't help myself).

Where Are the Bees?

Here is another interesting statistic to mull over:

"U.S. Farmers uses 1.5 billion lbs of Pesticides per yr. 5 lbs for each American"

That is a lot of Pesticides.   I'm sure that much runs off or kills much of the insect world, which will of course help the agricultural community, which we need to for food; to live.

But, there is also a backlash or heavy cost.  The bee population is dropping drastically because of the Pesticides.  Bees pollinate plants to cause them to produce vegetables and fruit. 

No Bees = No Food.

Whoops!

Leon Russell Died This Morning

Leon Russell died this morning at age 74.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! MAD Takes on Booze Ads!

Remember, click on each to make it readable and hopefully understandable.

Back cover MAD#25

Remember the Old Crow Whiskey ads on the back covers of men's magazines?  

 MAD Back Cover # 27

And also remember the ads to promote beer associations ads promoting beer drinking in a family atmosphere?

MAD Back Cover #26

And don't forget the Canadian Club adventure ads!

Here is MAD Magazine of the 1950s lampooning those ads.  All three  arts are by Will Elder.

OOOOOOooooooOOOOOOO!!!!

 If you are wondering why one of the moons has a slightly different hew than the other one is that on one I used a flash.  just joshing.

The Moon is about as close as it is going to get this week.  The way my luck has been going this week I wouldn't be surprised if we collided.  Just joshing again.

HAPPY NATIONAL SAIDE HAWKINS DAY!

Today is National Sadie Hawkins Day.

Sadie Hawkins was a character in the LI'L ABNER comic strip many years ago.  She was homely looking.  No man wanted her.  She was about to be an old maid when her powerful and influential daddy set up an annual day in the community  of Dogpatch that at the sound of a gun all the eligible bachelors would run and all the single available girls would chase them and when caught, she would drag him across the finish line and "Marrying Sam" married them, if he groom objected or not.

So, you single males, today stay indoors.  If you must go out, WATCH OUT!

Speaking of Veterans: Wounded Veteran Bill Spinks

Bill Spinks was a veteran.  He lost part of his arm as a soldier .  Here is part of his obituary in the Marietta Daily Journal:

"He was a World War II combat veteran who was wounded on February 6, 1945 at the Ruhr River Crossing. William won numerous medals including the European African Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, World War II Victory Medal, American Campaign Medal and The Purple Heart. William was honorably discharged after serving as a Private First Class Rifle Marksman and a Combat Infantryman Badge GO3 HQ in the 39th Infantry, 9th Division, Company K."

Bill Spinks died Monday, November 7, 2016.  He and my uncle Robert Spencer Crain co-owned C&S Bonding Company.  Also he and daddy and daddy's brothers were friends with him, and so was Anna's mother, aunt, and uncles - when they were neighbors growing up on Reynolds Street.

In high school I visited his and his wife Helen's daughter Patsy often.  I remember one time we were all sitting in the den and their little tiny dog was persistent hunching my leg.  Patsy and Helen ignored the pumping action but I saw a wry glint of humor in Bill's facial expression.

Not many years ago at Mayes Ward Funeral Home we were paying our respects, I forgot to whom, and Bill walked out of the crowd and hugged my mother-in-law Marie (they were teens in the same neighborhood).  Marie turned to me and said, "Bill, do you know my..." (she was about to say 'son-in-law Eddie Hunter).

Bill interrupted her and shook my hand and said, "Hello Rock!"  We haven't seen each other for 30 years.  Bill looked the same but I don't think I did.  He had a good memory.  And I have a good lovable memory of him.