Tuesday, May 31, 2022
John Rafas Hunter & Family
Monday, May 30, 2022
Marietta National Cemetery
Sunday, May 29, 2022
Charles & Paul Foster Saluting
SUNDAY FUNNIES!! MAD Comic's #20 take on PAUL REVERE'S RIDE by H.W. Longfellow
This is about the 5th or 6th I ran this story. Directed by editor Harvey Kurtzman and art by Jack Davis
Saturday, May 28, 2022
Colonial Cemetery in Savannah
This is the Colonial Cemetery in downtown Savannah. The people buried in this cemetery are some of the original settlers of Georgia, including one signer of he Decoration of Independence. I don't know if you noticed or not, but I have a plan I am working on. I have taken and accumulated a lot of pictures over the years. Not all are pictures I have taken, they are family genealogical- related pictures as well. I am trying to get my money's worth out of them... get more mileage out of them, so to speak. Hopefully, daily I will have a picture up. Or at least until the novelty wears off.
Friday, May 27, 2022
Memorial on Halloween Night
Jesse Bookout, my progenitor
Thursday, May 26, 2022
A Visit to Jonesboro, Arkansas
This senseless killings of students and teachers at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas, brought back a memory of my visit to Jonesboro, Arkansas. Anna went on a business trip to Memphis in 1998. The meeting was to be about 5 days. I tagged along. We drove. One day while she was at a meeting I crossed the Mississippi River on a bridge to carry me into Arkansas. In Arkansas, I headed north to Jonesboro, Greene County, Arkansas. My great great grandfather Jason Henderson Hunter spent his last years in Greene County. He went through three wives and at least three mistresses. He sired children from all of them. He was also a state representative in his time. Before the Civil War he was a representative in Cape Gildraldo, Mo., and after the war a representative in the Greene and Craighead County area of Arkansas. I knew from research and correspondence that several of his children are buried at Oaklawn Cemetery just outside Jonesboro and I thought Jason was possibly buried there too. In Jonesboro, driving around town, I soon discovered that Oaklawn Cemetery was going to be hard to find. I saw a funeral home. If anybody would know where Oaklawn Cemetery is would be a funeral home. I pulled into their parking lot and went inside. I asked someone who worked there where was Oaklawn Cemetery. I forgot what the person looked like but I do remember getting the 3rd degree. Like, “where are you from?” “Do you know someone buried at Oaklawn?” and so on. They told me where the cemetery is. I found it. I did not find Jason’s grave but did find several of his offspring’s. About where the Hunter plots were, thousands of Dragonflies were flying all around me, intruding in my comfort zone. (just worth mentioning). While driving back to Memphis it hit me why the funeral people acted so strange. Just a short time before, maybe a month or so, in Jonesboro at West Side Elementary School four students and one teacher were killed. Two boys, ages 11 sat off a fire alarm at the school and shot people as they exited the building. One of the killers Andrew Golden was killed 22 years later in a car wreck with a head-on collision with a Daniel Petty, age 59. The Petty surname is my mother’s maiden name. I wonder? Driving south through Arkansas I got entertained by two immature crop dusters in their air planes showing off for each other. The did loops, nose dives, chicken with each other and even sprayed some crops.
My cousin Jerry Hunter (1941-1966)
Bus, Zelma, and Jerry Hunter Tuesday I was given a copy of a portrait of my uncle and aunt Bus (1906-2005) and Zelma Ogle (1909-1999) Hunter . In this portrait they look like they have already survived their son Jerry, a pilot, being shot down in Vietnam (1966) Jerry was one month older than I. Now, he is eternally 25. And I am now an old man.
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Tuesday, May 24, 2022
National Brothers Day
What has GOD done this time?
On this date May the 24th, 1844, Samuel Morse tapped out "What hath God wrought" in the world's first telegraph message
Monday, May 23, 2022
Which Will it Be?
We moved here about 46 years ago. A few days before the closing I dropped by our future home to take a few measurements. While there, swapping pleasantries with the outgoing mother I brought up the news. I said something like, “Did you hear about the two girls in Smyrna, one killed and one raped?” She said it gave her chills to think about it. I should have thought before I spoke, she has a daughter about the same age as the two who was murdered and molested. I remember her daughter was named Hope, named after a girl about her age in DAYS OF OUR LIVES soap. Hope is still around on DAYS, but now a cop on a mission hunting down somebody, haven’t seen her in a couple of years. I went on to say that happened as the girls walked home from Richard Russell Grammar School, just around the corner of the where we were living. She changed the subject.. Today the front page of the MARIETTA DAILY JOURNAL reminded me of that terrible assault. The accused murderer/rapper, Virgil Delano Presnell, Jr is schedule to be put to death next week. His death sentence has already been postponed over a technicality. He is also scheduled for a clemency hearing. Which will it be?
Sunday, May 22, 2022
Several years ago we became hummingbird watchers. We did not go out looking for their habitat or anything like that. We simply put a hummingbird feeder on our deck and of course they were welcome to come and entertain us. We quickly learned they some of heir habits. I think the one habit one couldn’t help but notice was that each season one hummingbird will claim it is his feeder and if any other hb approaches the nest it will quickly be cased off by the one guarding it or they go into aerial combat, which is always entertaining, but probably not to the loser. We either read or heard that the hummingbirds in this area show when certain flowers bloom, which is July the 4th, Really! However we put a feeder our earlier this year. On Facebook we are hearing of local hummingbird sightings. My son and his girlfriend have seen plenty, but they live close to a creek which might be a draw. But also it is believed that plenty of the hummingbirds you see this early they are little travelers headed for a destination north of here. We put out a hummingbird feeder on the deck. Artificially dyed red hummingbird feeder is a no-no. All that red dye harms them, so we make a mixture of 1 part sugar and 4 parts water which seems to work fine. Yesterday while sitting on the deck we watched many ddhb come, drink, and go. Did they move on northward, or did they return in a few minutes? This morning I walked onto the deck to water the plants and a hummingbird fluttered past me. I cold feel his wings vibrating. He quickly chirped a chatter and moved on. I wonder if he said, “Thanks!” or “More sugar!” or “Less Sugar!” or “GET OUT OF THE FRIGGING WAY!”
Saturday, May 21, 2022
Me Signing Books (remember, this blog is mostly all about me)
Bobby Plains Book Editor, Son, and My pictures
Friday, May 20, 2022
Our First House and my Decorations
Thursday, May 19, 2022
Herman Talmadge Quote
Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Today I had slight computer problem. A certain process I have done many times in the past but it has been years since that same problem has came up, so simply, I forgot how to handle it. I wrote the company for guidance or suggestions. I got a notew back blinking from a technician that said something like “give me a minute.” About 90 minutes later I got a note, sort of like a routing slip, that listed 8 other technicians. It was handed off to one after another 8 times. But no one had any suggestions. They just handed it off to each other until they ran out of technicians. Then about a minute later I got another message from the company saying, “HOW DID WE DO?”
James Polk England and family, Hunter descendans
Tuesday, May 17, 2022
It Is All About Me
I don't normally allow people to use my blog. Unless, maybe, if they have some nice things to say about me, then, of course, it is a diferenr story. Take it away Par! believe my old friend, Eddie Hunter, knows every person he grew up with, went to school with, hung out with in greasy spoons (and some much nicer), and everyone he worked with at the Post Office, even though he retired decades ago. On the other hand is me, who can't remember anyone. Today Sally and I were in a grocery store and a man called me by name. When I turned to him he said to his wife, "I can tell he doesn't recognize me," and he was right. He told me he was an electrician at the school district where we both worked until we retired. He gave me his name which meant nothing to me. He even remembered my wife from her job at the school district. When we parted company I told Sally I did not remember the guy, nothing about him was familiar. He gave us his name and I didn't remember that, either. Eddie and I are the opposites here. He remembers everyone, I remember no one. I don't have anything to say to them, anyway. I haven't done a bit of work since I retired in January 2009, so I have nothing in common with most people (a streak of the anti-social runs through me) and Sally has volunteered at the Assistance League for years. She loves her volunteer work, and making friends along the way. More power to Eddie, Sally, and anyone who can remember people from the past. I daresay it's a gift. Since I don't care about former coworkers except when I see their obituaries, and Eddie can remember everyone, and perhaps he even has a diary of when people die. That's a joke...but only a kinda joke. Snort.
Monday, May 16, 2022
The Root House
The Root House is the oldest standing house in Mariertta. It was occupied by a druggist named Root. It was on Lemon Street and they moved it to the Marietta Parkway. Interesting when my mother and her sister moved to Mariette from Cohutte, Georgia, they rented a room in the Root House when it was on Lemon Street (2nd Picture)
Sunday, May 15, 2022
SUNDAY FUNNIES From MAD Comicbook #14, MOVIE/ADS
Art by Wally Wood and script by editor Harvey Kurtzman. The last page is an outdated EC Comic adverrisemenrt, art by Jack Davis. Click on images to get a better, overblown idea of what you are dealing with.
Saturday, May 14, 2022
Keeping Up With the Jones (Reunion)
Keeping up with the Jones!This is the 1929 Jones Family Reunion, in the area of the county line of Forsyth and Fulton Counties. The men are lined up on the left and the women are on the right. Two of the three boys on the left are Anna's uncles Paul and Charles. Behind them, is their father, the only man in line with his dark coat off. Anna's mother, Marie, then age about 9, is on the right with the women. Also, it appears that the men, in most cases wore dark, and most the women and children wore light clothes, with the exception of the granny-age females, who wore dark. click on image to enlarge and maybe even overwhelming.
Friday, May 13, 2022
Older classman Donald E. Donald had a way with wise cracks. He had good delivery with his wit. He called friends “Slobber Butt” which just imagining a butthole slobbering sent me in spasms of laughter. He had plenty of instant wise-cracks and deserves recognition. After we grew up Donald went to work for Atlanta Gas Light. In time he made field supervisor. I saw him at McDonald’s several often having breakfast with his underlings and handing out work assignments. We never spoke at McDonald’s, I doubt if he remembers me. Once an Atlanta Gas Light employee came to our house to hook up our new stove top and I asked him if he knew Donald. He did. I told him some of Donald’s wise cracks, like calling people Slobber Butt and he said, “That’s Donald!” When we were kids Donald could belch long and steady and even say belched words. My buddy the late Van Callaway lived in the Latimer Apartments on Atlanta Street, next door to Donald’s family. Van and I tried to do long belching and make belched words like Donald could but couldn’t. We went to his apartment and asked him how did he do it. “Eat a lot of olives” He said. We tried, it did not work for us.
Thursday, May 12, 2022
Jason William Hunter
Wednesday, May 11, 2022
Tuesday, May 10, 2022
My 60 Years Plus City of Chicago Traffic Ticket, an inside joke
Refundable Quarter Deposit
Yesterday’s Adventure: First. When you shop at Aldi’s if you want a grocery cart you must deposit a quarter into a slot which will cause the chain to release one cart. Then when. You leave you go through the procedure in reverse and get your quarter deposit back. Yesterday with a quarter in my hand I was trying to figure what sequence to insert my quarter (it has been a while) when a man behind reached over the carts with his quarter to show me how. He had an accent, he could have been a native elsewhere. He was dressed nicely. I thanked him and because he used his quarter to show me I handed him my quarter. For a brief moment he looked mad. I think he thought I was tipping him and was insulted. Then he realized I was just returning his quarter his quarter and smiled. Alls well that ends well.
Monday, May 09, 2022
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