Friday, June 14, 2024

Checking out the new hospital in town

 vNote: The opening cartoon by Georgia’s own late Jack Davis is from MAD’s first issue as a magazine, #24. 1 thru issue #23 were comic books.

On Facebook I saw something about wrestling back in the day and it reminded me:
This time I went with Daddy. He did not go inside the main room. He liked to hang around the snack counter and talk to old friends he knew all his life. Being chief of police he wore his uniform, which was extra security, not to mention probably free admission.
A professional wrestler was billed to wrestle with a bear that night. There were to be two or three events. The bear was to be in the last event.
I ran into a friend and we played on the highest bleachers.
I found that almost in almost every bout you have a Mr. Clean Cut vs Mr. Meanie. So the winner is pretty much predictable unless one of opponents is a bear. Then who knows? I was anxious to find out.
A little girl about my age was sitting with her parents not far away. I did what any 9 or 10 year boy would do, make a spectacle of myself. My friend and I played all over the bleachers and did many death defying tricks for the girl’s amusement.
Then in leaping from one high perch to another I made a miscalculation and fell.
I broke my arm.
My arm looked all twisted. I put my jacket over my arm so Daddy might not notice and hunted him down. As I expected he was leaning against the concession counter talking to another policeman. I walked up to him and told him I wanted to go home.
Daddy said, “And miss the bear?”
Being the experienced policeman he was, he said, “Why do you have your arm covered?” He lifted my jacket and saw my broken arm.
He first drove by the house, only a couple blocks away and went into the house to tell Mama he was taking me to the hospital.
The gave me gas and I woke up with a cast on my arm.
Kenestone Hospital was new. They haven’t quiet figure out where to put preteens. They put me in the toddler ward.



Thursday, June 13, 2024

Sign says "Cotton 10 Cents a pound."

 James M. Prance. This is my great-great grandfather-in-law, on the Square to sell his cotton, cir 1920.




Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Buddies in Front of NYC Plaza

 This is the Plaza Hotel in New York City, almost next to Central Park. Here are my Navy friends Dick Hiatt, Don Lash, and Ray Schultz.


The pose at the fountain I directed my friends to do, I think I saw the Monkees do a similar poise several years later on their weekly TV show. Do I get an inspiration fee? Is it too late? Hey! We did it first!



Monday, June 10, 2024

William LeRoy Petty

 


My mother's brother and my uncle Roy Petty.  When in the Navy I, with buddies, visited him in Carmel, NY, a lot.  He was a paratrooper on D-Day and director of Clearpool Boys Camp, which was for NYC innercity boys in the summer.  He even stood up for Ed Sullivan annually.

I think he was generally known as "Bill" but us kin-folks, he was Roy to us.

Marietta & Kennesaw Mountain, b&w, looking down


 

Saturday, June 08, 2024

Nellie Mae Rowe

 





About 1968, give or take a year or two, commuting, I sometimes went thru Vinings coming home from work.  Along that same time a friend’s first cousin, who was about our age, was killed in her car, when hit by a train there.

That may be why I went through Vinings those times, to check out the accident scene.  Her name is Sandy. 

On one side of the tracks was an old house which had some unusual decorations:  little plastic dolls, notes, cards, empty cigarette packages, and anything one might throw out waiting on a train to pass.

 

I was amused.  I pulled over to take some pictures to share with Navy friends I communicated with.  When I did, I was soon joined by the owner, Mrs. Nellie Mae Rowe.  She was happy that I appreciated her stuff and  showed me around. She pointe out that she used bubble gum  to adhere the little objects.

She also invited me inside.  She had a room dedicated to Marin Luther King, a kind of a shrine.

 

She was an artist too.  She had some canvas art.  Very folk artsie.  She was a very gentle and complex lady.

 

I don’t remember if she told me her name then or not.  I was pleased when years later  we came across a special section the High Museum that had  her work.  Her name is Nellie Mae Rowe, born on the 4th of July in Fayette County, Ga and died 1982 in Cobb County.

 

Unfortunately, her home was swallowed by big modernoffice buildings.  Make way for progress, as they say.

 

I wrote about Nellie Mae this weekend because the Marietta Daily Journal, this weekend Edition, has an article about her.

 

The pictures by and  of her I lifted all the Internet.


Check out this link:


https://thisworldisnotmyown.com/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTAAAR0KzstDb_oj0OyYHBsFepXZ87ezVCjZhlGJ7CBw7eaIWiNjK6INpGPzWHE_aem_AcSeUMNuSsoBj__C_1wUnHpPIjocKniImwXoxCDzU3ZYLqjUNvAY-LKnl7i3VHuXvo1UFwQQGNMN1nC

 


Roger's Ferry

Posted on Facebook 10 years ago:

 

This is Rogers Ferry crossing over the Chattahoochee River, about 1890. They are probably coming from Atlanta's side to the Roswell side. On board with his two mules and wagon is William Cinatra "Buck" Jones (1850 - 1930).
Buck, a farmer, was a resident of the Cumming-Alpharetta (Milton), Georgia, area. He was married to Sarah Ann Elizabeth "Sallie" Brown (1848 - 1920). They were/are Anna's great great grandparents, on her mother's mother side.