Monday, December 17, 2018

I’m taking four or five days off.  A little P.M and R & R.

Check back in a few days.

See ya,

The staff,
The Editor, publisher, typist, writer, proof reader, lay out technician, and  Dishwasher


To the lady I love:


Sunday, December 16, 2018

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! New Toys (late 1950s)

This is about new-fangled toys.  Of course, it was created in the late 1950s.

TRUMP Magazine (No relation).  Publisher Hugh Hefner; Writer probably editor Harvey Kurtman,  Artist:  Al Jaffee

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Thursday, December 13, 2018

MAD Behind the Scenes

I read someplace how Harvey Kurtzman went about creating a story in MAD.  His final product to present the   artist he selected was in thumbnail form.   He would call the artist in and point out each thumbnail and act it out how he wanted it to be presented.  With just the artist as his audience he would pantomime the body language he wanted the illustration to convey. To the reader.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall watching Kurtzman do his body language thing, such as these which he probably did:

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Idiot Poster Child

When you Google the word Idiot who has the most pictures?

NYC 1963-65

I was stationed in NAS Lakehurst, NJ, in the mid-1960s.    We were 60  miles from NYV, 40 miles from Philadelphia, and Atlantic City.  We often visited these cities on a impulse or whim at the drop of a hat.  We mostly visited New York City.  Here of some of my NYC pictures  1963-65.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

NYC Image

In a few weeks we will be going to New York City before they take down the Christmas lights.   

We are in the planning stage of what to carry, as far as clothes are concerned.  We plan to pack lightly because we will be there just a short time.  

Now, what kind of image do we want to portray?   Image is everything. Just be ourselves?  Nope!  We would be mugged as soon as we leave the airport.   Dress like we are on a business trip?  Nope, I know they would see our number when someone asks us about the stock market.  

A hustler?  Wait!  That might work.   With my southern accent I might pass for Joe Buck (Jon Voight) in the MIDNIGHT COWBOY if I wear a cowboy hat instead of my standard ball cap.  Naw, I think I would be more myself as Rico “Ratso” Rizzo.

Monday, December 10, 2018


According to Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader “10,000 year old brine shrimp will come back to life when rehydrated.”

I think that may be a solution for sickly people to “skip ahead” to a time in time to when they are likely to have cures for all diseases. 


Sunday, December 09, 2018

51 Years!

Today we have been married 51 years.

I love you Honey!

more SUNDAY FUNNIES!! Doonsbury

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SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HELP's You Know Who Will Be Killed!

Look what I found all wadded up:  Artist Jack Davis’s three pages  of YOU KNOW WHO IS GOING TO BE KILLED.  These pages are from HELP Magazine #2, 1960, edited by Harvey Kurtzman.  The pages are wrinkled, so you might have to bend over and squint your eyes:  Enjoy!

click on each page to make it readable and lookable.

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Saturday, December 08, 2018

John Lennon Murdered 38 years Ago Today

John Lennon was murdered this date in 1980 in New York City.

Which reminds me, we will be in The Big Apple in a couple of weeks.  I might check out the crime scene, see the investigators missed something. 

Friday, December 07, 2018

Blind Willy, I mean Blind Willow

Willow is almost totally blind now.  I can tell when I call her to come, I can be about ten feet from her and she will look around trying to figure out where my voice came from.   At the dog park when she is ready to go she will walk in the direction of the human voices and smell all the shoes until she comes upon mine, then wags her tail saying in body language she is ready to go home.  She, like me, has a short attention span.

When you are close you can see the white cataracts just about smother her eyeballs.

She doesn’t seem to be as bothered about it as much as we are.  It crept up on her slowly which allowed  time for her to learn how to solve the problems that come with blindness.   I think she has memorized the back yard, every tree, small hill, pine straw ground cover, and it all.  Every day she slowly walks around and smells of everything to make sure all things are still there.

She is 12 years old, or 84 in dog years.

I am her seeing eye- human.

After the morning of December 7, 1941

Thursday, December 06, 2018

Comparing The Good and The Bad

Throwback Thursday: Bobby Sold Larry a Chevvy

One night when I was a teenager Larry Holcomb came by my our home to show me a car he had just bought from Bobby McEntyre.  It was a black Chevy, 1955 I think.  The motor rumbled in deep breaths instead of purring. 

We drove it out to Varner’s Drive-In for him to show our friends his new purchase.  I remember one friend wanted to shine a flashlight around the back seat, looking for Bobby’s “peter tracks”.

After spending an hour or so at Varner’s we got back into Larry’s Chevvy for him to take me back home.

My family and I lived on Richard Street, which ran into the 4-Lane across from the present parking lot of White Water Park.  We were going down the hill, with the Richard Street turn off at the bottom of the hill when the car motor stopped running.  The car settled to a stop at the bottom of the hill.  We got out and tried to push it off the road, but it would not move.  It was on level ground, either frontward or backwards we would be pushing it uphill, which was impossible for two teenagers. 

Then we heard the engine and groans of a big truck coming downhill, directly towards us.  We ran over to the side of the road.
Then I brilliantly remembered that if I put the brake pedal on the red taillights would light up and the truck driver would see it and pull into the other lane

I ran over and jumped into the Chevvy about to save the day. 
Larry screamed at me, telling me to come back.

The trucks headlights' light completely filled the inside of the car with light.

I stepped on the brake pedal.

The truck made a loud screeching sound, but whizzed by me.

I told myself I was a fool.

Larry told me I was a fool too, but thanked me anyway.

Wednesday, December 05, 2018

Book Report on FLYING OFF RATTLESNAKE MOUNTAIN by Sylvia Dyer Turnage

FLYING OFF RATTLESNAKE MOUNTAIN by Sylvia Dyer Turnage is a book based on fact about pioneer aviation before the Wright Brothers  came along.  It is also a good book that tells the life of farmers far away in the backwoods, how they survived and daily living routines.  Politics and “the Indian Situation” is discussed among the community.  The narration follows Micajah Clark Dyer 1822-1891) around from the time he was a young boy to months after his death.

The author, Sylvia Dyer Turnage is a descendant of M. Clark Dyer.  I am related to at least two of his decedents’ family. 

It mostly takes place in Union County, Georgia,  and their farm in the Choestoe Community, but ventures out to the road and towns from Choestoe to Gainesville.

Clark was very interested in mechanics through his life and spent a good portion of it designing and building a flying machine and having test flights off nearby Rattlesnake Mountain.  Keep in mind the prototype built weighed over a hundred pounds  he had to get high up on the mountain to take off, which was probably a challenge, even with mules.

Clark Dyer patented the plans and submitted a model September 1, 1874. Number 154,654.

Unfortunately just as he just about had the mechanics of flying figured out was when he was aging with a weak heart. 

In the book he had a verbal agreement with John Redwine of Gainesville, Georgia, to sell him the plane and the patient for $8,000.   After he died Mr. Redwine honored their verbal agreement and carried the plane to Gainesville but think the progress of it died with Micajah Clark Dyer.  January 26, 1891.

The Wright Brothers had their successful test flight at Kittyhawk, North Carolina, September or October 1902.

The protagonist Micajah Clark Dyer married Morena Elizabeth Owenby July 23, 1842, and had nine children.

From what I have came across while I was doing genealogy of the same families of Dyers Sylvia Dyer put the relationships of the Dyers as they really were.

And his dealings of assembling and trying to get public interest in the plane by getting newspaper editors interested must have really happened because there were articles in the papers about it.

I think the only fiction in the book were the conversations held.  Probably very similar interactions and conversations did occur.

Micajah Clark Dyer's Tombstone has his patent on it:

Tuesday, December 04, 2018

Father and Son

Photo by mother Sabrina.

Sunday, December 02, 2018

2018 Marietta Pilgrimage; AKA Tour of Homes

There were six houses on the tour this year.  If I understand it correctly, 5 of the 6 has had the same family living in and flipping to their children, or maybe visa versa.

This is the Harold Willingham house that burned up and killing Harold's widow Judy Powell and her sister.  It was one of the houses flipped to a son or daughter.

No photography allowed inside of any of the houses on tour

The Van Pearberg house was not on tour, but who with a camera resist the temptation.  Van's wife Patty died this past year.

The Montgomery House was not on the tour but has been on a previous tour.  It still stands out in my mind as a favorite.

This house is interesting to me.  I vaguely remember I was in it one time with my distant cousin Edna Garrett White.  She had the key, and we went into it for some genealogical documents.  I think the owner, another distant relative that I don't remember who, was a high ranking officer over seas.  Mystery!  Edna is dead now with no heirs.  Her and her husband, also dead, lived on Frances Avenue.  Maybe it was a dream.

This was one of the Blair homes in the neighborhood.  I think the Mayor Rip Blair gave it to his son and new daughter-in-law, but it has change owners several times since then.

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