Monday, January 31, 2022
The Kurt Vonnegut book I am reading now, in the prefix has several pages talking about a strike against a large company in Indiana and the Indiana National Guard was called out to keep order. It reminds me of before I was even born the employees of Callaway Mills, near LaGrange, Georgia, went on strike and the Georgia National Guard was called out to keep order. My Daddy was in the Georgia National Guard. He was assigned to guard the Callaway Family mansion, the president of Callaway Mill. While Daddy was on duty an intruder did try to break in. Daddy disrupted the striker/intruder’s action and they got into a fight on the Callaway Family’ Mansion’s front porch. They had some sort of hold on each other and they rolled off the porch. The mansion was big and the porch was probably high up. When they rolled off Daddy landed on top o he striker. The Striker was instantly killed by Daddy’s forceful impact upon landing upon him. Daddy had to appear in front of Georgia Eugene Talmadge for killing the man. Gene gave Daddy a pardon. Another time Daddy, as a Georgia National Guard, was given guard duty to guard he Georgia Governor’s Mansion*. He was given a list of people to allow in, if hey should show up, and absolutely do not let any one else in. Then the Governor’s son Herman Talmadge approached the Guard House, drunk. Daddy recognized Herman, but he was not on the list so Daddy would not let him pass. The next day Daddy’s immediate up chain of command supervisor changed him to another job, saying he was right but thy needed someone on that pos that was ready to bend the rules for the immediate family. *Then the Governor's Mansion was off Piedmont Road, near Piedmont Park.
Sunday, January 30, 2022
Saturday, January 29, 2022
A lot of people think they, at one time, looked alike a movie star or someone else of fame. Me too! In my case my look-alike is THE YELLOW KID. He was created by Richard Outcault in 1895 and is credited for being the first comic strip in a newspaper. Not only did we look alike we were both street kids at just slightly older than toddlers.
The advantage of growing old and forgetful. I was looking for a book to read. I went to the basement to my books and dug out JAILBIRD by Kurt Vonnegutt. Just flipping though it I do not remember it But since it is mine and I am a Kurt Vonnegut fan I probably have read it. Butg since I wake up to a new world every day, I save money!
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
Throwback Thursday: One night when I was a teenager Larry Holcomb came by my family's home to show me a car he had just bought from Bobby McEntyre. It was a black Chevy, 1955 I think. The motor rumbled in deep breaths instead of purring. We drove it out to Varner’s Drive-In for him to show our friends his new purchase. I remember one friend wanted to shine a flashlight around the back seat, looking for Bobby’s “peter tracks”. After spending an hour or so at Varner’s we got back into Larry’s Chevvy for him to take me back home. My family and I lived on Richard Street, which ran into the 4-Lane across from the present parking lot of White Water Park. We were going down the hill, with the Richard Street turn off at the bottom of the hill when the car motor stopped running. The car settled to a stop at the bottom of the hill. We got out and tried to push it off the road, but it would not move. It was on level ground, either frontward or backwards we would be pushing it uphill, which was impossible for two teenagers. Then we heard the engine and groans of a big truck coming downhill, directly towards us. We ran over to the side of the road. Then I brilliantly remembered that if I put the brake pedal on the red taillights would light up and the truck driver would see it and pull into the other lane I ran over and jumped into the Chevvy about to save the day. Larry screamed at me, telling me to come back. The trucks headlights' light completely filled the inside of the car with light. I stepped on the brake pedal. The truck made a loud screeching sound, but whizzed by me. I told myself I was a fool. Larry told me I was a fool too, but thanked me anyway.
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
918, Gillette, Wyoming, Petty Kids : These kids are my mother and her siblings in 1918. First on the left is Opal sitting on the ground with her baby sister Ethel America Petty (my mother). The two boys holding the prairie chicken are Tom (with hat) and Wallace. The next boy with a hat is Osmo and the girl is Georgia. Interesting both boys wearing hats at such a young age would be photographed throughout their lives with hats on.
Monday, January 24, 2022
Sunday, January 23, 2022
WILL WORK RUBIK'S CUBE FOR FOOD. At Coscto today there were only two free samples tables. I think we might have been too early for the bulk of the free samples. 'Tis the season to gorge. One of the free samples a lady was preparing something with a cracker, cheese, and a red pepper sauce. She had one sample left on her present batch and the man ahead of me rightfully took it and ate it. The free sample lady said she would have some more in just a few minutes, it doesn't take long to prepare. The guy that just took her last one from the previous batch didn't move. As she ran a one-lady assembly line she did her selling speech. While she talked the man who took the last sample stood and worked on a Rubik's Cube. It probably took her 4 or 5 minutes to get the next batch ready to hand out. In those 4 to 5 minutes the guy proudly had the Rubik's Cube Puzzle solved. He proudly showed the free sample lady his perfect Rubik's Cube and said he thought that he deserved another sample and took it. Then he proudly put it in front of my face for me to examine. I said something like, "Yeah, that nice." and reached around him for my morsel of free sample food. Also, at Costco, you may have noticed, if you overhear people talking, it is an international community. You overhear Yankee accents, Spanish accents and language, European, Asian, and Arabic accents and language. But I never heard a Charlie Brown's parents' language. An apparent married couple sounded much like the adults on Charlie Brown specials. ... "Wan wan". I was close the couple in their 40s or 50s that carried on a long purchasing conversation saying nothing but "Wan wan." Some of the Wan wans had question marks and some ended in three dots, like very thoughtful statements....
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Hunter sister-in-laws. They all are were married to Hunter brothers. The only one missing, is Willie Collins, who was Herbert Hunter’s wife , she died in 1973. From left to right: Sarah Frasure (wife of Stanley), Jeannette Quintal (wife of Dick) , Ruby Langley (wife of Jack),, Janie Petty (wife of Ed), Zelma Ogle (wife of Bus) , and Lola Jeanne (wife of Doug). Unlike their spouses they did not give a hoot about lining up and posing for pictures in age order.
Friday, January 21, 2022
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Petty Clan: c1950*. This picture was taken in Varnell, Whitfield County, Ga. All Left to Right: 1st Row: LaVonne Petty in stroller (I think), Marybeth Petty (her dad Wallace's hands are on her shoulder), Georgia Petty Grant, Cecil Grant, Osmo Petty, and Eddie Hunter (me). 2nd Row: Jeannette Phillips Petty holding probably Billy Petty, Leonard Petty, Wallace Petty, Thelma Cox Petty, Opal Petty holding Anthony), Janie Petty Hunter, Viola Ridleyl Petty, Frances Hunter with arms around sisters Harriet and Ronda Petty. 3rd Row: Mary Jo Johns Petty, Tom Petty, Walt Ridley (brother of Viola), Ed Hunter, Roy Petty, and Sarah Petty. *The estimated time of the photo is based on the child Anthony being held by Opal. Anthony was born in Dec 1948.
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Throwback Thursday: My great aunt Lela Octavia "Tade" Tyson Carr (1886-1957). She is my Grandma Hunter's sister. Aunt "Tade" married E.J. Carr 4 December 1928 in Cobb County. I know nothing else about the man and would not known about him if I had not came across his name in the book of Cobb County marriages and that he is listed in the Mars Hill Cemetery. Aunt Tade lived in Acworth, just a block or two from Main Street, across the corner from a school. Sometimes when I went to Acworth Beach, before I could drive I would drop by and visit her while waiting on Daddy to pick me up. The picture of the three women are sisters. The one on Tade's right is Anne Tyson Crowder and the one on her left, the one she is looking at disapprovingly or concerned is my Grandma Hunter.
Monday, January 17, 2022
We ate at Bubba-Q tonight. All were spellbound looking at the TV watching the Ga-Ala game. People were screaming in terror or screaming in terror. I never have been a big sports fan but admire people who are. It is just too much for me to keep up with. It reminds me of a time about a dozen years ago i was showing an out of state guest the mountains in north Georgia. Near Blairsville at a country store a young man, who worked there, came up to me asking what old so and so was going to do about the defense (or was it offense?). "What in the world is he talking about?" I wondered to myself. Then I remembered the big G on the front of my ballcap. I faked my answers being very vague and general. He said I changed his mind, he could see my point of view and he never looked at it that way before. What point of view? Maybe he knew even less than I did and was faking it too.
Sunday, January 16, 2022
We just heard Kennesaw's Dent "Wildman" Myers has died. He marched to the beat of his own drummer. Hew was an expert on facts of the Civil War in this area. He was consulted on the facts of several CW movies while they were being made. I took this picture of the late underground cartoonist Skip Williamson and Dent in November 2001.
This evening I went to a discount drugstore to buy some Christmas lights. I got my lights and stood in line at the cash register. A young lady in the photo section announced she could take some of the people checking out over at her counter. A couple of people went over and I did also, behind them. After all, they were in the other line ahead of me, I allowed them the same privilege. I didn't pay much attention to the cashier until she waited on the lady in front of me. She was all smiles, with a mouth full of teeth , some would say. When it came my time the man working behind her turned around and reminded her something she should do. She snapped at him, saying to leave her alone, she said he makes her nervous. Then she turned back around to me, all smiles so pleasantly. The man working behind her said he just wanted to remind her if anybody wanted 8 by 10's ... he didn't get to finish his sentence. She snapped at him again, saying she was waiting on a customer, for him to leave her alone! She turned around to me, all smiles, and finished my transaction, with the man standing behind her watching her to making sure she did it right.
Saturday, January 15, 2022
Our niece’s son’s wife had a baby boy this morning. They now have 3 sons. They can readily say “My 3 Sons.” I think it was over a dozen years ago the young couple held an engagement announcement party. We were seated with the future wife’s grandmother and grandfather. They were educators, professors, as a matter of fact. Making conversation the professor grandmother told us of a project she asked her students to do. Each was to ask parents and/or other married couples how well did they communicate. It was almost a total overwhelming common response that when a wife talks to her husband the husband will remember the first sentence and the last sentence. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!
My left back cheek started aching from sitting too long in one spot. I got up and walked for circulation, to get the blood flowing. I sat down in the lobby and watched the people. In ten or so minutes a lady gracefully walked by using a walker. Really, gracefully. She held her head high and her body was on good posture mode. Behind her was a little old man with his torso bent over struggling moving his wheels. The graceful lady in front of him stopped at the nurses station and rifled through an opened box. She pulled out a package of peanutbutter and crackers and handed to the old man in the wheelchair. He humbly thanked her. I thought he felt intimidated allowing the lady to help him. She started walking with her walker again with him following her rear. Of course I am invisible so they did not see me. She stopped right in front of me and bent over and told him to wait, "There. Until I make sure no one is in my room." He nodded happily. The only thing I can think, "GO FOR IT!!"
Friday, January 14, 2022
Thursday, January 13, 2022
This Friday, THE TODAY SHOW announced they will be celenbrating 70 years. Please slow down so I can hop on the bandwagon. I am 80 years old and have been watching THE TODAY SHOW all my life. Back in the early days of MAD Magazine they did a spoof on THE TODAY SHOW, which keep reading: art by the late Jack Davis; story by the late Harvey Kurtzman.
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
I thought about the Post Office today. Here is a true event I experienced while working as a window clerk: When I was a Postal Window clerk I from time to time would wait on a nut. I guess that is to be expected. There are nuts out wandering around and they do business and social activities where they have to interact with people, which the people they interact with know before the interaction gets too involved, they are dealing with a nut an back off. But is rare to be talking with two nuts at the same time. Once, when I was a window clerk an elderly couple were next. I asked them to come up to my window, which they did, in an unsure manner. They looked to be in their late 60s or 70s. The man wore worn overalls and the woman had on a flowerily dress. They had a serious look of their face. Somebody knocked down their mailbox the man said. They didn’t even stop the woman said. The man added if he had knocked down someone mailbox he said it would have been an accident and he would stop and offer to replace it. The woman told me whoever hit their mailbox and knocked it down didn’t stop. They said they would like to see some examples of regulation mailboxes. I had a Postal issued publication that illustrated different types of mailboxes and had the legal dimensions, minimum and maximum, and showed an illustration how long the post should be from ground to the box. Of course, that would be about the right height for a carrier to be able to deliver the mail from his car window and move on. Some of the illustrations had big red X’s on them which was saying that was the WRONG way. The elderly couple studied each picture and talked among themselves and finally focused on one standard looking mailbox and the man pulled out his wallet and said, “We’ll take that one.” I said we didn’t sell mailboxes you would have to buy them at a hardware store or someplace that sold mailboxes. He said, “Well how come you have a catalog?” Are they real or are they joking? Maybe they both are getting to be senile about the same time. I explained that it wasn’t a catalog it was just showing Postal regulations on the requirements for a mailbox. They looked at me like the didn’t believe me, but if I didn’t want to sell them a mailbox that was my right, it was a free country. Then, the man said if they go down to the hardware store and buy a mailbox and a pole how long would it be until we sent someone out to put it up. Again – are they serious? We don’t put up mailboxes, that is your responsibility I told them. He said he could put it up, he had dug many of a hole for a post for fences in his time, so he didn’t mind. They walked away talking about their next approach to the problem of no mailbox. I wonder if they ever came up with the proper chain of solutions.
Monday, January 10, 2022
Sunday, January 09, 2022
Saturday, January 08, 2022
Friday, January 07, 2022
Herbert Goldstein died Tuesday, November 28th, just three days before his 94th birthday. He was one of downtown Marietta's most interesting person, if not the wealthiest. He was a retail merchant and property investor. We saw him in a doctors' waiting room with his daughter probably less than a year ago and he did not look well. I have two Herbert Goldstein encounters to tell: First: Years ago, we took our boys to Chattanooga to the Railroad Museum. At the gift shop we bought our sons gray striped railroad engineers hats. After we were back home, I decided I wanted on too. I called around to various local clothing stores asking if they had the hats. Goldstein's had them. Of course. Goldstein's Department Store was in the place the old McLlellan's 5₵ and 10₵ store was. When I called and Herbert said they had them I asked how much and he instantly said something like $4.99. The next day I went to Goldstein's to buy the railroad hat. I heard that price tags were not visible. You had to ask Mr. Goldstein the price and he looked at you not the item when he said the price. I selected my hat and asked Mrs. Goldstein the price, who you think was a clerk there, not the owner's wife. She said she would check. Herbert was a good 30 feet away, she held up the hat and called out, "Mr. Goldstein, how much is this hat?" And sure'nuff, he looked at me, not the hat, and said $3.99. That was a dollar cheaper than he told me on the phone. He either judged me to be a wise shopper or was too poor to pay more. I did not know whether to feel insulted or complemented. Encounter two: My sister gave me an overcoat as a gift. I think she included the sales receipt in case it did not fit. It did not fit. It came from Goldstein's. Then, Goldstein's Department Store was in the lobby of the old First National Bank Building, which he owned the building. He was also the only employee there. Mr. Goldstein was very cordial and hinted strongly that I should pick out something I liked and swap evenly. He hustled around picking out shirts, ties, gloves, handkerchiefs, and whatever else he had a hand-held calculator that he kept a running total. He came within 25€. He opened his cash register. I thought he was going to hand me a quarter. I was wrong. He handed me a Wendy's coupon with a 25 cent value.
Thursday, January 06, 2022
Our current weather condition reminds me of the Ice Storm of March 1961. When the storm came it was during the night. In March 1961, we woke up to a frozen white Winter Wonder Land. I worked in Atlanta at the time and it was too dangerous to try to drive to work. So, I called in. So did all my friends that were not away at college. We went out to play on the frozen slippery terrain. Larry got a near worthless used car from his father's used car lot and we rode around and learned a lot about the physics of driving on slippery ice. We went to Town & Country Shopping Center, which was empty of customers' cars because of the weather and used the wide open spaced parking lot as a training ground. We would spin, get speed up and slam on the brakes en enjoy the slide. Later we tried climbing a steep hill and I forgot what happened but it put an end to our riding that car. The steep hill was leading off Powder Springs Street across from Garrison Road. We were just a block or two from the Marietta Country Club. We got the idea of going up to the golf course and sliding down the big hill there on the green. When we walked up to the Country Club we realized we were not the first ones to think of sliding down the hill on the golf course. Many kids were there sliding. They had serving trays they were using that they slipped in and got from the dining or kitchen area of the club. Other kids had flattened big cardboard boxed, and even one group of kids brought a car hood they rode on. I tried a serving tray, a cardboard flattened, but finally got the not so bright idea of riding down on a round red Coke sign, which the face of it was facing the ice. I started down the hill, picked up speed, and for some reason the Coke sign started to spin, or I should say the Coke sign and I started to spin faster and faster. The Coke sign became a runaway out of control Coke sign. I couldn't get off or guild it. At the bottom of the hill is normally a pretty little pond. That day it was partially frozen . I hit the pond, it may have skidded to put me more in the middle, then sunk. It was almost thigh deep in cold icy water. I walked out. The fun was over. I needed dry pants. My pants were sloshing and about to get stiff with ice. I was walking. I lived on Richard Street which was about 2 or miles away, one block from the 4-Lane, across the highway from the future White Water Amusement Park. Sometimes I can be resourceful when it comes to surviving. I sloshed and crinkled my way across town, about halfway home to Colonial Circle, where Mrs. Latimer lived. My friend Gene "Jenky" Latimer was killed in a drag race the previous May or early June. I knocked on Mrs. Latimer's door. She was happy to see an old friend of Jenky's. I told her my pants were wet, could I borrow a pair of Gene's pants. She gladly gave me a pair, which I went to the back and changed into. Then Mrs. Latimer baked us some banana-nut bread, which we had with hot apple cider. Still, each time I ride by Colonial Circle off Fairground Street, or eat banana bread I think of that day.
Wednesday, January 05, 2022
Tuesday, January 04, 2022
During my 30 plus years with the Postal Service as carrier trainee (2 days), Time Keeper, Data Collection Clerk, Distribution Clerk, Scheme Examiner, and Nixie Clerk more than once I was tempted to pull off my apron, throw it away and run off with my shirt off holding it waving at everybody as I exit for good. You go Antonio!
Monday, January 03, 2022
I went to physical therapy today. It was the first session of a bunch that will go into 2018. I damaged my left shoulder and cannot raise my arm without enduring sharp pain. Today she gave me several arm tasks to do and groped my arm some and took notes on her electronic note pad. One time when she put down a lot of words after groping my shoulder muscle I said, "It would be easier just to put down "Flabby"". She laughed. Another time she asked me where was I born. I said "Here, Marietta. One block from the Square,". She said she never met a Marietta native before. I said, "Yep, I'm a sight to behold". That cracked her up. She laughed at a lot of my wise-ass cracks. I was thinking I have good insurance and mental health is also important. It is good therapy for someone to appreciate your wit. After my arm gets well I wonder if I can continue to go to the sweet therapist just to wise crack. I think it would help me.