Thursday, March 31, 2022
GOING POSTAL. In reviewing my old posts on my blog, Chicken-fat.com I came across the below, which I wrote in 2009. I immediately thought maybe I could recycle it and get some more mileage out of it. When I started to work for the Atlanta Post Office in 1968 I worked through the night at the Parcel Post Annex off of Chattahoochee Blvd. We had two supervisors. One of the supervisors’ last name was Rice and the other one was Beckum…. Or it may have been Beckom – who cares? Rice was about ready to retire. He was short and had his gray hair cut in a flat top. Later I found out he had a drinking problem. One morning about 4:30 or 5:00 he called all us to gather around him, which we did. He was sitting on a little stool. He told us he just received a call from the Main Post office that the head of operations was coming to pay us a “surprise” visit. He used his fingers to use to quote the “surprise”. As he talked he took off one of his shoes and then his sock for that shoe and began rubbing his fingers between his toes. He explained they were on their way now and they wanted to catch us being lax so they could go ahead a get rid of him. He said that he thought they wanted to catch him in one of the back rooms asleep and the people under him just goofing off. He put his shoe and sock back on and took his other shoe and sock off and continued his talk and rubbing his other toes. He said, lets show them that we are hard workers… I forgot what he said but it was pep talk to get us energized. He said life is short and we had to seize the moment. It was about a 15 minute drive from the Main Post Office to the Parcel Post Annex where we were at. The operation manager and his entourage walked in. Rice walked up to the operations manager and shook his hand and told him that his visit was a pleasant surprise. Then he shook the hands of the other men who came along. Each time Rice shook a hand you could hear someone make a stuffed chuckle or a muffled giggle grunt. Then I knew Mr. Rice was a jewel of a boss.
Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Anna's great great grandparents on her father's mother's side. Adeline was the daughter of James St. John (1756-1850) and Elizabeth Boomer (1757- 1850s). Isaac was the son of Isaac S. Wright and Charity Catherine Fox. Adaline and Isaac were married 19 Apr 1855, West Virginia. But I think at the time it was Virginia. West Virginia did not form itself until 1861. They has 12 children, 5 daughters and 7 sons. Isaac served in the Confederate Army. They are buried in Enon Cemetery, just north of Woodstock, Georgia.
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Monday Evening: What the f…? We wee gone a few hours today. When we returned there were 5 sheets of Sheetrock neatly on their side with a paint canvas covering them. By canvas I don’t mean an artist canvas. I mean a canvas on the floor when you paint. We are afraid they might finish the job the Sheetrock is for. Tuesday Morning: Mystery solved! The Sheetrock belonged next door. A man drove into the people across the street’s driveway and looked around. I walked over and asked him was he looking for Sheetrock, he said yes. I asked him was he going to do some remodeling. He said yes. After a few other questions I decided the only English word he knew was “Yes.” I pointed two the Sheetrock in my carport and he nodded. I walked back home,opened the door and then I noticed he was coming in with me. I pointedly told him it was not our house but the people across the street. He took his phone out, dialed a number, said a few Latino words and handed me the phone. A lady with an accent asked was my name the name of the people across the street. Then I gave him his phone back and he got to work moving the stuff across the street. Alls well,, that ends well. A little unrelated sidenote: On my walk this morning another neighbor drove by and stropped at the stop sign, rolled down his window and asked what was new. I told him about the sheetrock episode. He listened making comments anow while his big truck rumbled and rumbled. The truck rumbled itself out of gas!
Monday, March 28, 2022
Sunday, March 27, 2022
Saturday, March 26, 2022
Today we were sitting in a doctors' office waiting room. We were listening to two men, apparently not knowing each other, talk about weather, football, hunting, and Texas, where he was from and doing most the talking. The other man was easy going. I noticed he was wearing a dark blue business-casual type of uniform, he had a name tag: Cox, Chief. After the guy doing most the talking left I asked the polite guy what was he chief of and he said the Cobb County Police. I jumped right in and said my father was Chief of he Cobb County Police and before that he was the Chief of the Marietta Police. He looked impressed. We (Anna too) talked a lot about Marietta and Cobb County, how things have changed and so on. Back to Daddy: He asked Daddy's name: "Ed Hunter". He asked when was Daddy chief of the Cobb County Police? Mid 1950s, maybe nearer 1960. Chief Cox said, "That was before I was born." I felt old. Maybe I should have called him "Sonny". Small world. Driving home and thinking about it, I should have asked him did he know my friend Lee Moss and Jerry Millwood, Cobb policemen (now retired). Picture is of Ed Hunter, Cobb County Police Chief. I trhink now Chief Cox has moved on. I.
Friday, March 25, 2022
It appears that with all the cameras present almost all senetors, when it was their time, felt it was all about themselves. It appears that elected officals feel "It is always time to politick!"
Thursday, March 24, 2022
Have you heard the theory that if you put 100 monkeys in front of 100 keyboards and teach them to pound on the keys, the chances are one of them one day will probably type something great and profound. So, with that theory in mind, I take plenty of pictures. I do not claim that I am a good photographer, but I take so many pictures the odds are working in my favor that one of them every once in a while might be good. This is the case of this first picture I taken about 1976 of the pink dogwood trees lining a driveway on West Paces Ferry Road in Atlanta.
Wednesday, March 23, 2022
The last segment of THE GILDED AGE was on the tube Sunday. I don’t know if it will be continued into another age period or not. The whole scenario appears to take place up on the north end of 5th Avenue in New York City, where the wealthy, rich wanna-bees, ruthless industrialists and the help interact. I liked it noting this history went on that went on in a proposed off-screen (your mind) production. It seems that THE GILDED AGE characters were either trying to rub elbows with the rich and powerful or that was what they were. I thought there were a lot of comeuppance in it, almost every scene.
Tuesday, March 22, 2022
Sunday, March 20, 2022
Saturday, March 19, 2022
The most untruth and insincere word in the English language: ABSOLUTELY. I think when one in charge, or a contractor, promises a deal and ends the promise with ABSOLUTELY it falls through. It appears that saying ABSOLUTELY is equal to crossing one’s fingers when the deal is sealed. Really! I ABSOLUTELY believe that.
Friday, March 18, 2022
We just watched on THE TODAY SHOW the cast of CODA interviewed. As in the movie, in real life all were deaf except one. They are up and/or have received all kinds of awards and recognition. We saw the movie and feel they well deserve the recognition they are getting. CODA means Children of Deaf Adults. Maybe I misunderstood, but one of the deaf actors in praising the one who could talk, in hand sign language said she even had to change her accent to make the movie. Which may me wonder, do deaf people have accents, like southern accents, New England accents, British? And so on? Maybe it was a private joke. Anyway, that reminded me of my old co-worker Joe. Joe was happily married to a deaf lady and they had 3 small children. His wife, with their kids on board, made a driving error and had a wreck, which killed all three children. After it became the past Joe divorce her. He couldn’t live with her any longer. On his off time he just wanted to be alone. A bought a lot in the North Georgia mountains. On his off days he and his faithful dog spent the night on his mountain lot. No cabin. He slept inside his truck and his dog tied to a rope which was tied to a tree or something near. One morning he woke up to find his faithful dog mauled, probably attacked by a bear. The dog probably barked and pitched a fit, but Joe, totally deaf slept through it. Why, I don’t know, but I think probably his children’s deaths and his dog’s death, all violently, added to what Joe did next: He quit the post office and joined a motorcycle gang. Then the whole gang moved to Florida. That was many years ago. I hope he found peace.
Thursday, March 17, 2022
Wednesday, March 16, 2022
DONG! Anna said, “That is the doorbell!” We are not used to people calling on us unannounced. I was not sure it was the doorbell or not. I forgot how it sounds. I opened the door and three young ladies were standing there with their Bible and pamphlets. They were Mormons; LDS. I don’t intend to change my ways but I am not rude. They have a mission and I need their church’s help now and then. The Mormons go to great expense with helping one with genealogy. I used to visit their research facilities a lot. They, not hem, but others in their church have helped me a lot before I had a program, methods, and so on. I told the three young ladies how their church has helped me. They seemed please to hear that. I gave them a good example: I knew my great grandfather was adopted so his real surname was not Hunter. He was in the Civil Warf and fought here in Marietta, the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain.. He was wounded, shot in the knee. He recuperated in a private residence in nearby Woodstock. After the war, back home in Franklin, North Carolina, he and his uncle Van Trammell got in a political argument about the Civil War with a guy named Lambert. The argument got physical and Lambert lost his life. William and Van fled and was wanted for murder. William went to Texas and he thought about the Woodstock family that cared for him when he recuperated and how nice they and their neighbors were. So he and his young family moved to Woodstock, Ga. He changed his surname to Hunter. After much research I discovered William’s real surname is Hunter. His mother, Rebecca Trammell sued the Franklin’s town constable for bastardy. She won. The person sue sued was Jason Henderson Hunter. Se when William was on the run, he reverted to his real name which he never used before. The three LDS women did not know what to say to that. I think they rightfully figured they were wasting their time with me and asked did we know anybody that might want some spiritual guidance. I can’t say that I do.
Tuesday, March 15, 2022
My mother's oldest brother Thomas Jefferson "Tom" Petty (1908-1979) and his wife Mary Jo Johns Petty (1913-2000). Tom was born in Murray County, Georgia, and Mary Jo was born in Gordon County, just down the road. Tom was a cabinet maker and carpenter. They lived at various places in and around Dalton, Georgia, and Cleveland, and Chattanooga, Tennessee. They also lived in Marietta a year or two where we learned they were also gospel singers. By most the pictures it appears that Tom was something of a ham in front of the camera. He also appeared to be a romancer, at least in front of the camera. They had no children.