Monday, October 30, 2017

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. 

Sunday, October 29, 2017

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

Amicalola Falls, View at the Top

A brief moment at the top of Amicalola  Falls in North Georgia near Dawsonville.    It is the highest waterfall in Georgia.  We revisited it a few days ago.

I was also going to say it is the steepest  - like a cliff waterfall.  It looks that way in the winter time with not much foliage.   The first several years of our marriage on our anniversary we spent a few days at the top.  Then they had cabins at the top partially around a small lake.  I told the park ranger what we did and he said the lake broke its dam and caused a lot of damage.   He said the lake and the cabins have been  done away with.

According to the below postcards I  Googled it was more tiered than I realized.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Willow's 6th Sense: "Arf! I see a live person"

This really happened yesterday:  We decided to take a ride to the mountains after we dropped off our car at the Tidwell Ford for some work.

Anna left the house in the Ford.  She had to go by Krogers  so I gave her some time before Willow and I left.  I did not know how much time to allow .  We just went after I gave up looking for my map.

On Chastain Road we stopped at a red-light.  From Old Canton Road, which goes by Krogers Anna  entered Blackwell Road and we fell in behind her.

Willow saw her car and started crying for her.  We could not see Anna in the car but I knew it was her by the license plate number and a magnate sticker about dog rescue.

I don't know how she knew it was Anna but she did.   Sound of the engine?  License plate number?

The Invisible Man Hits Arby's.

I noticed Arby's is advertising their new Deep Fried Cajun Turkey sandwiches.  I had to try it
I went to the Arby's nearest us.  Three women were at the counter ordering.  I quickly figured out they were related:  a mother and her two daughters in their early 20s.
The three women were ordering, changing their minds, and reordering.  They wanted to know the details of each sandwich they ordered, like the type of onion, and were they fried, and so on.  All of the order were to be on the same ticket.  During the order one had to go to restroom and the order taker (and me) had to wait on her return to complete the order... I think she too ordered and cancelled items.  I think they were confusing the hell as of the counter man.
Finally I got to order my Deep Fried Cajun Slice Turkey Sandwich.
The three women grabbed each item as they put it on the counter.  It was a to-go order.  I think the counter workers should have kept all it in a bunch beyond their reach and handed it all over at one time.
Finally they left with their order and my Cajun-deep-fried Turkey  too.
All three of the front employees had to search around for my sandwich, they knew they saw my order sitting there.  And finally concluded the women took it.
They realized an error was made and made me a new one.

No harm, no fowl.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Garbage Pail Kids Ride Again!

The other day I was looking for the right visual for a blog post and thought about Garbage Pail Kids.   I Googled and found Garbage Pail Kids but did not find any that would complement my post but I did find an inspiration for this post. 

I thought Garbage Pail Kids were something of the past but apparently they are coming on as bold as ever.

Trump seems to be one of their favorite subjects.  See?

(click to make them bigger an more alarming)