Hambone

After all our Thanksgiving devouring and feasting the only thing left standing, or lying, was a hambone.  We wrapped it up for future use.  Like a soup bone or give to a dog or something, hate to see a good hambone go  to waste.

The hambone also brought up the memory  someone I knew at one time, named Hambone.

In 1960 a lot of us that went to Marietta High School went to Daytona Beach the last day of school.  We more of less stayed in trouble, or hot water - a bunch of stories.

The only non Mariettan in with us was a guy we Christianed Hambone because he could slap himself silly making noise sounds playing the song Hambone.   I think he just sort of materialized while hanging out on the beach.  The slapping included slapping his cheeks, forehead, arms, legs, and his opened mouth which made a cork poping sound.

What I didn't know, but do now, the Hambong body music was played widely of people who had rhythm  but not money to buy a music instruments.

When the week was up and time to go back to Marietta Hambone was still with us.  He lived in Chattanooga.  I think he stayed with Monty a few days hanging out with us at Varners, and places.  Then he hitchhiked  north home to Chattanooga.