X Ray Glasses & Tattoos

 

Today we went to pick up our new glasses we had ordered.  The lady that waited on us made sure they rested very comfortable on our noses and ears.  After she got through adjusting  they fitted perfectly.

While adjusting she would point at her ear or nose and say, “Look here”.  She did good.

It also reminded me of my Naval office co-worker and friend Don.  Whenever Don tried on anyone’s glasses for what ever reason he would suddenly grab his crotch, like hiding and say, “Wow!  I didn’t know your glasses has X-Ray vision – How did you get that scar?”

It was a wise-crack that never got old’

Afterwards we went to a nice eatery for lunch.  Believe it or not, our waitress did not have any tattoos on her arms, neck, or below her knees.  Knowing her demeaner, I doubt if she had any tattoos above her knees either.   That is hard to believe.

Adventures on Blackjack Mountain, on or near

 

This picture of Blackjack Mountain was taken from the roof of Kennesrone Hospital parking deck.

BlackJack Mountain is no more than two miles east of Marietta. When I was about 13 our family moved from Manget Street to Richard Street. Our new house on Richard Street was one block from the US 41 Highway, a.k.a. Dixie Highway. Across the highway was a big patch of woods.

This was before the I-75 came through Marietta. . Where Richard Street intersected the 4-Lane was almost at the bottom of a hill, both ways. About 1959 or 60 Larry Holcomb bought a black 1955 Chevrolet from Bobby McEntyre.. After Larry bought it, he drove by to give me a ride in it. Afterwards we went to Varner’s Drive-In. Then Larry carried me home. He was on the 4-Lane, stopped to wait for a southbound vehicle to go by then he was to turn left onto Richard Street. The vehicle hurried by and he turned his steering wheel left… the Chevvy was dead. Ir would not start. We put it in nutural but it was slightly uphill, we could not bulge it. Then behind us, up at the top of the hill coming towards us was a 18 wheeler big truck. We put extra strength intro our muscle to move the Chevvy and it still would not move. The truck was getting closer, making a loud noise and almost on us. Larry jumped away. Me, the idiot, jumped inside the driver’s seat and put my foot on the brake petal. The driver of the 18 wheeler saw the tail lights and slammed on his brakes making a terrible screeching noises and metal clanging noises.. He missed us and almost swerving which almost caused him to turn over.

But he kept on going leaving a cloud of burned rubber and middle lane dust. That is all I remember about that time.

Speaking of wrecks on the 4 Lane that cost lives. About 1958 or 59 on Christmas Eve a car full of MHS students had a wreck at Barnes Mill Road and the 4 Lane. All but one or two were killed. I knew most of them.

Speaking of death on Barnes Mill Road. Marietta’s Potters Grave yard was on Barnes Mill Road. My blind old friend Charlie that lived behind Glover Machinery was buried there. But to make room for the new I-75 the Potters Cemetery had to go. I don’t know what happened to Old Blind Charlie’s body.

On the other side of the woods from where Richard Street was a rock quarry and a lake with houses around. The woods were where WHITE WATER AMUSEMENT PARK would be built many years later But in the meantime we used the acreage of woods as our own private amusement park.

We had rabbit traps, which caught mostly opposums.

I remember my friend Sam Carsley walked over to our hose one day. He had a can of compressed shaving cream. I forgot if he brought his gun or used my .22, but we went to the woods (future Whiewater) and made a target of the shaving cream. When one of it hit and penetrated the can the sudden release of pressure made the can go airborne and spinned like crazy, Just what Sam thought. Sam was a Georgia Tech student.

A block away from us on Richard Street was the Boston Home. School friends that lived in the Boston Homes, Gene Brown, Milton, Martin, me, and a guy with the last name Lawson dragged some lumber to those woods where Whitewater would be and built a little shabby cabin. Mind you, we were preteens. One of us brought girly magazines. They were not totally nude, but near. Skimpy would best described their attair. One kid that came along one time was totally taken back with the girly magazines. We all noticed he tilted each picture in the magazine sideways to see if he could see down the models’ bras.

We cracked up and it embarrassed him.

Another time, James from my old neighborhood on Manget Street came with camping gear. He wanted to camp out at the Rock Quarry on the edge of a cliff. We did. It wasn’t nearly as adventurous as he had hoped for.

Down by the lake years later the city built a small park for kids. Maybe with swings, see-saws, sandbox and whatever else for young kids to play. Years later after I had grown up and in the work force I remember hearing on the news that a man was hung high up in a tree overlooking the little park. He was lynched. The man was from another country.

Wallace Road separated the park, lake, and the woods on one side and on the other was the incline steepness of Blackjack Mountain which Barns Mill Road went straight up without curving around.

Almost at the top of Blackjack Mountain was a huge water tank that served Marietta. On the road, after you past the water tank and go over the hill there was a little dirt driveway that led to a farm. In front of the farm was a lake with a dock. We took our clothes off and went swimming. The first time we did that the owner materialized to talk to us. He told us he did not mind us swimming in his lake, but he wanted us to ask permission each time. He had a Lockheed badge on his belt, which of course, meant he worked at Lockheed. We did asked for permission for a while. As one enters his driveway off Barnes Mill Road on the right there was a pig pen with several pigs in it. Sometimes we would pet the pigs with a stick and talk to them. I remember one time jokingly asking the pigs for permission to swim in the lake.

Our lime visiting the lake I forgot if it was Buddy Sharp or Jimmy Pat. When we stopped to talk to the pigs either Buddy or Jimmy Pat poked a pig with a stick. I think they poked the pig in her uterus. She started squealing, either in pain or ecstasy . Then she sat on the stick and it broke off inside her. She squealed louder and maybe happier. We thought we might get into trouble if we stayed. We did not go back.

Years later I read that female pigs have many climaxes on in rapid sequence. Maybe that was it.

Years later, going down Barnes Mill Road on the other side, about the distance of a city block an apartment complex my youngest son lived at for a while

Rockettes and their enemy: TIME

 

On THE TODAY SHOW this morning RADIO CITY ROCKETTES put on a little show.  I think they did yesterday too?  Anyway, these gals are in their prime. 

I thought someday they will be old, and they can remind people that for a couple of years they were ROCKETTES.  Their claim to fame.

Which reminds me of Murphy’s Bar at Seaside Heights, New Jersey.  One of their regulars was a retired ROCKETTE.  That was in the med 1960s,  That was about 60 years ago.  I’m sure she has aged and died by now.

First Day of School 1947

 

This picture was taken in early September 1947 in our front yard on the corner of Wayland and Waddell Streets in the Clay Homes. We are suppose to be looking gloomy because it is the first day of school.
It was my very first day of school. I went to the first grade that year.

Left to right: Jeane Steele, Billy Somebody (who later moved to Gramling Street), Eddie Hunter (that's me), Frances Hunter, and Helen Steele.

After that school year, the next summer we moved in my grandfather, but we still went to the same shool (Waterman Street School).

Silver Comet Coffee

 

My son Adam does a lot of exercise on the SILVER COMET TRAIL which goes from the Smyrna area on in to counties west for miles.  I have been on it several times myself.

There is always all sorts of exercises being done there, such as walking, speed wacking, running, biking, and so on.

As a birthday present Adam bought me a 12 oz pack of SILVER COMET REV COFFEE ROASTERS.  He must have bought it at the Bike Store on Floyd Rd at the SILVER COMET TRAIL. 

It is very tasty and gives me the RUNS… get it?

Adventures in a Dollar Store

 

I went to what used to be a $1 store.  I think Dollar is still in their name maybe they should add an S to that name.

As I approached the door a tiny little woman was standing holding the door with one hand and holding at least a dozen big white balloons wanting to fly way.  She shouted in a foreign accent to hurry.  I can’t hurry, I have a bad leg. 

When I finally got to the door the lady was holding for me I thanked her and said those balloons were going to carry her up up and awayl!  She seriously told me no, they wouldn’t.

I bought a package of ballpoint pens, which  I think are still the cheapest in town.  I bought a couple of other items, the total was something like $3.67.

On one aisle they had finger food such as small sacks of potato chips and so on.  On that display rack they also had deep fried pork skins.   Wow!  I haven’t had fried pork skins in years. In red letters warned SEASONED!

Seasoned heck!  They were POSSESSED!

Very spicy and my sinuses started melting in my head.

I put the rest, about half, in a sandwich bag and will try to finish them later.

Obediah & Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson

 My great grandparents on my Daddy's mother's side: Obediah Hargraves Tyson (1852-1919) and Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson (1854-1938). Obediah and Nancy Huey are my great grandparents. They both were born and died in Cherokee County, Ga.

Obediah’s parents were Robert Cabel Tyson (1821-1864) and Sarah C. Moody (1815-1896). Nancy’s parents were John T. Huey (1826-1891) and Drucilla Wilson (1825-1905).
They were married in Cherokee county 18 January, 1877.
They had nine children, the second is my grandmother Minnie Victoria Tyson Hunter (1879-1948).
They are both buried Bascomb United Methodist Church Cemetery, Cherokee County, Georgia.

Claim to Fame...Flame? Get it?

 

Our claim to fame.

Our son Rocky and daughter-in-law Sabrina holding the Olympic Torch when it traveled through Atlanta years back.

Claim to Fame. Get it? Flame?

It Is All About Me!

 Posted on Facebook 2 years ago:

IT IS ALL ABOUT ME or MY CLAIM TO FAME.

This morning Celeste Headlee was on TODAY SHOW. Celeste wrote a very positive book titled WE NEED TO TALK.

WE NEED TO TALK is a guide to keep your conversation with other people positive. It has THE GOLDEN RULE written all over it. On THE TODAY SHOW with the help of behind the scene workers of THE TODAY SHOW act out some skits examples and how to sail through the conflict on a positive note.

I have been thinking about writing something similar titled IT IS ALL ABOUT ME.

Anyway, my claim to fame is I briefly met and talk to Celeste twice. Both times were at Sweat Mountain Dog Park between Marietta and Woodstock, Georgia. She had two beagle dogs. She told me she was an announcer for a NPR station in Atlanta. She was very easy to talk to (as she politely preached in her book).

She moved on. I thought I read she moved to Boson. But apparently, she was in New York City Today

Lolagene & Bee, Sister in laws

 Posted on Facebook 7 years ago:

Throwback Thursday. Two of my aunts, Lolagene and Bee standing in my grandparents' front yard on Manget Street.

Lolagene Turner Hunter (1918-1996) is the wife of my father's brother Doug Hunter. They had four children, one died at childbirth. Lolajene worked at the library. I remember one time coming into the library and saw her reading a story to a group of children. She was putting much feeling into it, I had a feeling she was a local sensation among the kids. I think the Marietta Journal one time did a story on her story telling abilities.

She and Doug gave Anna and I a baby shower and about 1985 gave all the youngest-generation Hunters an Easter Egg Hunt.

Elizabeth Beatrice "Bee" Hunter Crain (1903-1971) nickname was "Bee" because one of her younger brothers had a hard time saying Beatrice. She was a telephone operator in Marietta. After she married Robert Spencer Crain she settled down having five kids and enjoying her huge extended family, at times helping out when one of her brothers needed it. She and her family lived in a big house on Garrison Road and hosted several family reunions and at least a couple of wakes or visitations that I remember (her parents).

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HUMBUG Magazine's THE CANNON WITH THE PASSION

 Published in the middle 1950s, script by editor Harvey Kurtzman; art by Will Elder

Lem & Maude Guffin on Wedding Day

 Lem Guffin (1887-1969) and Maude Wright (1885-1975). Maude is Ann's great aunt. Maude and Lem was married 13 August 1916, below is their Wedding photograph.

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