SUNDAY FUNNIES!! Undercover Story of a Turkish Bash

This was lifted from the pages of HELP Magazine, #9, April  1961.  It is an uncover story (REALLY) of two women going to a Turkish bath.  Susan Pearl is/was  a famous artist and Gloria Steinem, at the time HELP assistant editor, but went on to find MS Magazine.

Although I can't find it saying  so, I am pretty sure it is illustrated by Paul Coker, who still is an artist for MAD Magazine.

Be sure to click on each page to be able to read it and see understand the art.

Set Your Time Back one Hour

Tomorrow morning,if you are still awake, at 2 A.M. set your clocks back to 1 A.M. and relive the next hour. then you will be back on track.

Bobby and Larry and the Chevy

Yesterday at Bed, Bath, And Beyond we ran into an old friend Bobby McEntyre and his friend Nancy.  I have known Bobby about the longest I have known any person still living and not related.

As they walked off I thought about Bobby.

We used to be neighbors as kids.

Another person who lived directly across the street from Bobby was another friend, the late Larry  Holcomb.  I remembered the time Bobby sold Larry a car.

About 1961 or so Larry came by my family's house in a car he had just bought, a Black '55 Chevy.  He bought it from Bobby McEntyre.  Larry wanted to drive around in it, show it off.  I remember it had a loud engine.

We took it to Varner's (a drive-in restaurant).  We hung out there a couple hours.  Then we left for Larry to take me home.

I was still a teenager living with my parents on Richard Street.  Richard Street is a street that is connected to the 4-Lane, across from Whitewater Park. 

But when Larry was carrying me home that night there was no Whitewater Park on the 4-Lane, or anything else.  It was almost a mile of highway darkness, down a long hill and up a long hill.  Richard Street was just past the bottom going back up, maybe a half block up.

Going down the dark hill on the 4-Lane suddenly the car went dead.  We rolled to a stop.  We could not get it started again.

We decided we had to leave it, but first we should push it to the side of the highway.

As we tried pushing we were not having  much luck getting it to move.  Then in the  distance we heard the rumbling of a large truck coming our way.  We looked up and the truck lights were bumping with the bumps in the road up on top of the hill.

We tried harder to push it, the truck got closer, going fast.

By the way, the I-75 would not come through Marietta for another six or seven years.  The 4-Lane was a replacement for the Dixie Highway (US 41), and now the I-75 would be the 4-Lane's replacement.

But all that was in the future.  In our immediate future was an 18 Wheeler bearing down on us at a high rate of speed in the dark.

Larry hollered something to the effect, "Lets get the heck away!"  And started running away from the more than probably wreck in the very near future moments.

I was not that smart.  It just occurred to me if I jumped into the Chevy and put my foot on the brake pedal the  red tail lights would come on and the driver would see it.

I did just that.  The truck driver saw the taillights and almost turned over swerving and skidding out of the way.  And then kelp on going.

And everybody lived.

Benjamin and Nutella

Benjamin is with his parents in Chicago his weekend.

His new word for the day is NUTELLA.

Son of Pay It Forward

I just read a facebook friend always Pays it forward at Aldi's.  We do too, sort of.  If I pay a quarter deposit for a buggy I want my quarter back when I return it.  However, if the buggy aka shopping cart was handed off to me without charge when I first got there, then I will return the favor when we are through with it....  it is not so much of paying it forward as much as it is to prevent me getting a guilt feeling of getting a quarter, unearned.

Also, a regular natural unfacebook friend told me that someone at "the counter" bought her a drink.  Of course my first thought was counter is another word for bar.  Which got me thinking men have been paying it forward at bars since the beginning of the tavern system....  hoping to be the payee themselves, in another way.

Throwback Thursday Frances Viola Petty

Throwback Thursday.  The last Throwback Thursday  I did we looked at William Elijah Joseph Petty.  Today is his wife Frances Viola Ridley (1885-1968), a.k.a. "Grandma".

Viola was born in Murray County, Georgia.  The was the  2nd of second of seven children born to Thomas Jefferson and Maryetta Ludarden Pullen Ridley.

She married William Elijah Joseph Petty 2 December 1904, in Murray County.  They had twelve children, nine that lived.

Her husband had lung problems and died before about half the children was grown.  The grown ones helped her financially and one daughter, Opal, stayed with her until near the end.  

I remember my uncle Roy telling that she at times  overcame odds to vote.  He said she even got on the side of the road and hitch-hiked to the voting precinct one time. 

Surrounded by some of her grandchilden 

Pay it Forward or Backwards

I went to McDonald's Drive-through window the other day.  At the squawk box I ordered a senior cup of coffee.

At the window I had my money ready and the McDonald's employee told me it had been paid for by the guy that just went through. 

I looked up at the car and whoever it was it was gave me a wave.

When I got home I told Anna about my free cup of coffee and she said now I need to "pay it forward".

Wait!  It would no longer be free if I passed the money down the line, and the person would feel obligated to past in down the line.  It seems the money the originator paid would have fizzled in vain if it was just past down the line, and everybody ended up paying anyway.  The supposedly free coffee would have had no purpose because it was no longer free.

And another thing.  I think technically in the case of McDonald's Drive-Thru, it was not a "Pay It Forward", instead it was "Pay It Backwards."

Maybe people who "Pay It Backwards" should have a bumper sticker saying that is what they do.

If I saw a "Pay it Backwards" bumper sticker on the car in front of me in line, it might have made a difference of what I would order.  Like a discounted Senior Coffee.

Speaking of Moochers:

Triple Feature Scary Halloween Videos

The pictures speak for themselves.

Two True Halloween Stories in my Formative Years

Since it is the Halloween season, here are two true Halloween stories that happened in my formative years.

Story Number 1.  We read in The Marietta Daily Journal the other day that The Marietta Daily Journal will sell their building at the corner of Fairground and Glover Streets to the Cobb County Education and move closer to town.

The Cobb County Board of Eduation already owns most of the property on the south side of Glover Street from one end to the other.

The mention of the  property that The Marietta Journal is on now brought back memories.  I lived around the corner on Manget Street from age 7 to 15 and knew almost every tree, slope,  and little hills in the area.  Across from the Marietta Journal building on Glover Street is the Perry Parham Little League Baseball Field.

Manget Creek flowed through Larry Bell Park, across Glover Street, behind into a patch of woods the MDJ would own.  A trail went into the woods beside the creek.  The trail went up a hill. 

We boys called that area "The Hollow".  At night we could hear strange owl and other bird sounds.  We thought the area was haunted.  It was only natural that one Halloween night to go to "The Hollow" and see which one of us was brave enough to go deep into the woods there.

I was something of a show-off and said I would go down the trail into the darkness.

From memory I could stay on the trail and go up the hill.  About half way up the hill I heard a noise in front of me and looked up.  A pair of green eyes were looking at me.  I stopped and started backing up but keeping my eyes on the green eyes. 

The eyes started following me.  I was scared shitless.

Walking backwards down a hill I lost my balance and tripped.  The green eyes rushed to me face to face.  Then I felt Skipper, my dog, lick me in the face.

Skipper was a huge part collie and part bird dog that ran free.  Back then we never heard of a leash law.

I think the reason his eyes were green is the about the same reason in some photos our eyes might be red.  Dogs do not have the same eye-ball innards that we do, I think that is why most of us can see color and dogs can't.  But sometimes you see dogs with green eyes in a flash photograph.  There must have been a street light or something nearby.

Halloween Story Number 2.  I don't think  this story happened  on Halloween, but is scary and violent and the same area.

In the previous story the trail went up the hill, if one had followed it they would have ended up behind a barn.

The barn belonged to Eddie's grandfather.  Not me, another Eddie.   This Eddie was mentally challenged and I think his parents disowned him and he lived with various relatives, including his grandparents.

One day a bunch of us were up in the loft of the barn playing, wresting, and so on.  Somebody reminded Eddie that just about a year ago I broke his nose in a fight and blood went everywhere. 

Evidently Eddie had forgot that, but now his memory of the event surfaced.  He pounced on me and started choking me. 

 He was very strong and I could not break away.  I could not breath, I thought I was at my end.

Then,   like divine interference, the plywood over the rafters in the loft tilted.  They were not nailed down and we got too close to the edge, so it tilted with the new weight on it  and dumped us to the ground like a dump truck would.  I hopped up and sprinted away like a jack rabbit.

A couple years ago I heard Eddie was now in prison for murder, thank goodness, not mine.

Halloween Haunted House

Another True Halloween Story.

About 37 years ago there was an old abandoned house standing  where the Post Office on Sandy Plains Road is now.  Next door is a church cemetery.

A local civic organization had a Halloween Haunted House in the old house when Rocky was about 3 or 4 years old.  Rocky begged to go.  I took him.

It was a typical haunted house with strobe lights, chain saws, severed heads, and other horrid delights.

It was more than Rocky expected.  He screamed and screamed hid his eyes from some of the action. 

The next day he did not even want to  ride in the car by the old house.

I tried to convince him it was all a show, make-believe .   I decided to drive down the dirt bumpy driveway to the house and show him it was all empty - just a harmless old house.

He begged for us not to go.  Regardless of his protests we went anyway.  I had a point to prove.

When we got close to the porch we saw a several  plastic mannequin legs upside down sticking out of a garbage can. 

Which of course, caused more screaming. 

Unique Graves in Marietta

I should say "Unique to me."  I am not a researched local historian.  I'm sure I left out a lot that could have been interesting.  I used the  graves I knew something about.  Research?  What's that?
Also I did not include kin-folks except for one time. If I included my kin-folks, that would be a blog by itself.

Be sure and click on each picture to see something you might not have otherwise noticed.

Marietta City Cemetery

Al Bishop, manager of Larry Bell Park

Van Carol Calloway.  Friend.  Van was a diabetic.  He was to have a leg amputated.  The wrong leg was removed and Van died.

Sanford Stadium in Athens, Ga was named after him

My 5th grade teacher.  Van Callaway (above) pushed me against the railing of a fire escape at school and cracked my forehead opened.  Miss Shouse held my head up and pressed ice against the cut so I would not bleed out.  And the only thing I could think of is that women sure have soft thighs!

Clay Family

Senator Clay (statue in Glover Park)

Manget Plot Interesting resumme on marker

Leave 'Em Laughing

Owned the first pharmacy and his house is still stading

Confederate Cemetery

Drummer Bill York is the only ex-slave buried in the Confederate Cemetery

St James Episcopal Church

One of the Otis Brumby line.

Mayor and Judge

This gal and her babies have endured a lot of pranks through the years.  They are seated across the street from a school.  It was Marietta High School, now it is Marietta Middle School

Jon Benet  Ramsey

Patsy Ramsey, mother of Jon Benet Ramsey

aka Cobb County and Marietta's own Boss Hog

George Camp.  I think he was over Roswell Mills and lived in the Tranquility Mansion

Winters, Early Marietta Settler/Pioneer

Mr & Mrs Kolb.  Remember the Kolb Farm Battle on Powder Springs Road?  I don't know if this is the same Kolbs or not.  I see on the marker Mr. Wild Kolb died in August 1863, which was about 11 months before the Battle of Kolb's Farm.

Marietta National Cemetery

Henry Cole, donated the land for the cemetery

First cousin, once removed killed in action during the Normandy Invasion

Father of a friend  (Sam) who was killed at sea by a Japanese plane on a suicide mission