Saturday, July 30, 2022
This morning on our walk I listened to Gladys Knight and the Pips. It brought back memories of the Atlanta Post Office. The operations manager at night had a secretary named Katherine Hill. Katherine was married to one of the three Pips of Gladys Knight's Pips. In time Katherine divorced the Pip and Married a supervisor named Gilbert Hill. We kidded her saying the only reason she went after him so she would not have to change her last name - too much paper work. What did we call her new husband, Gilbert Hill? Gilbert Hill Hill of course.
Friday, July 29, 2022
Henry Gable Wright (1836 - 1936) married Louisa "Lula" Kuykendall (1868-1923) 13 January 1900. Henry was the son of Isaac and Loveuia Adeline Saint John Wright and Lula was the daughter of James Ephriah and Frances Eliza "Fannie" Tyson. Henry and Lula had 5 children, which included Anna's grandmother, Lessie Wright (married J.O. Prance). They are buried in Enon Cemetery in Woodstock, Cherokee County, Georgia.
Thursday, July 28, 2022
Wednesday, July 27, 2022
Throwback Thursday. Attn Petty Kin: This is the Calvard School students about 1905-10. I think Calvard was the high school in North Murray County, Georgia, probably near Cohutta. As you can see reading the names on the back (if you can read my scrawl) the student body was well laced with our kin the Pettys and the Ridleys. Plus probably in-laws to be like the Coxes and Caylors. Click on 2ns picture to make it readable.
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
Brother Will For 15 or so yeas I worked in the Time Keepers Office of the Atlanta Post Office. For a year or two I had no definite reporting time, or it was floating a reporting time. I mostly relieved other time keeper clerks on their off days. That is where I got to know Brother Will. I had to twice a week go an Atlanta Post Office outpost off Chattahoochee Avenue, The Parcel Pos Annex. It operated 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so it had to have a timekeeper there he whole time. Brother Will worked from midnight to 8:30 AM, and twice a week I was there to take over when he got off. Brother Wil was laid back and never got upset, and seemed to have a not of running jokes with a lot of people on the workroom floor. Here are a few amusing facts about Brother Will. He was the father of 9 daughters. I remember when his 9th daughter was born he did not make it to the hospital for the because he was involved in a poker game.. Brother Will played a lot of poker on his off time.. One morning when I came to work the time keepers office smelled like farts, lot of farts. He chuckled and said, “You just caught me cooking eggs!. His wife was also a potal employee. She was late a lot. She was due in at 3:30pm, if I remember correctly. I wrote her up for being late a lots and most of the time it did did not bother her. But one time I remember she scolded me, saying I did not give her enough time.. Brother Will had a part time job with his own show on radio station WAOK. For a short time he was calling in sick a lots. One supervisor thought he would trap him so he recorded the time on his WAOK radio show he gave the weather and news, which was up to the minute. – which was the time he was out sick. I don’t know how he got out of that, but he was a very calm smooth talker. Once we were told of a new procedure we timekeepers would have to do. Most of the time keepers fussed and carried on. Brother Will said, “Just something to, it won’t kill us.” I think that sentence changed my whole outlook about working and cause me to respect Brother Will more.
Monday, July 25, 2022
Book Report GALAPOS ISLANDS By Kurt Vonnegut. This story was written to take place while Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis was still alive. She is barely in it, she was invited to an event, accepted, then turned down the invitation along with other celebrities. It was billed as the “Cruise of the Century” Hundreds were to, but mostly only some of the help showed up. Charles Darwin, visited the islands in the 1800s and by studying the undisturbed by progress figured out Evolution and The Survival of the Fittest. The captain of the ship knows nothing about being a captain. He is just an impressive handsome figurehead. His assistant really gives commands and run things. If you are a Vonnegut fan and ran some of his books you know of the reappearing struggling science fiction writer Kilgore Trout. He is not in it, but his son is. The whole premise is that while at sea everybody in the world are done away with. They are the only humans left on earth. It is a humorous and it is deep. It is also confusing, some things I never did figure out. But it is an enjoyable read.
Sunday, July 24, 2022
Saturday, July 23, 2022
When I was in about the 2nd grade we got a dog we named Skipper. We had him only a short time and he was ran over on Atlanta Street about 3 or 4 blocks away. Daddy, as a policeman, picked him up and brought him home where he died. I don’t remember much about this dog, but I do remember I was really upset when he died. After that we got another little puppy we also named Skipper. We picked him out of a litter of one of daddy’s friends who lived in the community of Elizabeth, just north of the hospital in Marietta, in fact, within a stone’s throw of what is now Brandi’s World Famous Hot Dogs. Skipper was part collie and part bird dog. He was as big as a collie or maybe bigger and had the pretty markings of a bird dog, white hair with some black spots, and black ears. We called him “Super Dog” because he could leap fences in a single bound and quiet a lady’s man. Several of our neighbors complained about Skipper fathering their sweet little female’s latest litter. That was before the leash law. Generally, where I rode my bike and walked to Skipper went with me, running a hundred feet or so ahead of me, exploring and sniffing things. We lived almost two miles from the center of Marietta. Then, we had a ’53 Chevrolet. Many times, probably more times than not, when we drove off towards town going to school or whatever, Skipper would chase behind us block after block. Finally we would give in, pull over and open the truck and he would jump in and when we returned home we would opened the trunk and he would jump out, stretch, and probably adjust his eyes to the bright day. I read in Judy's blog this morning that her cat found it a resting place in the back of her van when she was packing up stuff in the back – and went unnoticed. That reminded me of the time we were talking and one of us said, “Where is Skipper?” We haven’t seen him around for almost a week. It was not unusual for him to be gone for a day or two at a time. It happened so frequently we would not worry, knowing he would return soon. But this time was the longest he had gone. Had he been ran over? Did somebody steal him? We started trying to think the last time we saw Skipper and one of us remembered opening the truck for him to jump in on Lawrence Avenue. Oh no!!!!! We knew we had to do what we had to do. It was at least 3 days, but more likely 4 or 5 days. With hesitancy we went out and opened the trunk. Skipper jumped out, stretched, yawned, probably adjusted his eyes, and acted as if it was all routine – like, “What are you looking at?” The trunk was clean of any dog waste… no dog poo, no dog pee smell – just some white hair and sweat. We got to enjoy his company for a few more years. In fact, I am not sure of his fate. Mama said she gave him to a man who owned a farm out in west Cobb County - "With Skipper and his Tomcatting" causing my mother unneeded battles with the neighbors was probably the reason Skipper "retired" to a farm.
Friday, July 22, 2022
Thursday, July 21, 2022
The word I learned yesterday is DEMOCRATIZATION. It is the process that something new is introduced. First only the elite can afford the new item, such as when cars were invented. Then Henry Ford came along and invented the assembly line... then cars were massed produced and everybody almost everybody can afford one. Many items crept into our lives like that and suddenly it became a way of life and changed our life style... some examples: Telephone, electricity, lights, car, record player, radio, tape players, CD players, smart phones, videos recording devices, computers, Cable TV, VCR, DVR, TiVo, and there are much more to come that we have not even thought up yet. But wait! The above were examples of the word DEMOCRIZATION. What is the word when these gadgets are replaced and phased out? Such as the record player and VCR? UNDEMOCRATIZATION? DE-DEMOCRATIZATION? DEMOCRATIZATIONLESS?
Wednesday, July 20, 2022
Today Groover Fence Company did some repairs here. They put up our fence over 40 years ago. We talked about his first cousin, 5 brothers. Anyway, after he left I thought about his cousin Parks. I have know Parks since grammar school. After high School Parks went into the Air Force. There he was taught surveying. Surveying he had the adventure of a life time, surveying areas in and near New Zealand. Then he was transferred near Orlando and was able to come home often. He bough some kind of eccentric/classical car that had something like a straight 12 engine. In 1962, I joined the Naval Reserve. I was to go to a 2 week bootcamp at NAS Atlanta and go on 2 year active duty in July. The bootcamp was, I suppose, like a bootcamp was suppose to be: Everybody hopping and snapping to, taking every thing deadly seriously, and responding to questions loud and nervously short. This whar I was getting to: One night, after lights out, near midnight I think, the night guard and my group leader me up. They told me an Air Force Officer came to see me. He was in the Head waiting. I went to the head hurriedly, not taking the time to put my pants on, I only had skivvies on, like underwear. I opened the bathroom door and there stood Parks in an dressed Air Force uniform with officer bars on his shoulders. He burst out laughing. He told them he was an officer with Dobbins Airs Force and he was there to tell me personally that one of my grandparents had died. I forgot which one. Then he pulled out a whisky flask and both had a swig. Then he left. The group leader wanted to know what he wanted and I said it was personal. I’m surprised they didn’t say anything about my whiskey breath. Maybe Parks gave me a mint to chase it with.
Tuesday, July 19, 2022
Yesterday, here, we talked some about Waterman Street School. Here are two memories I recalled this morning: In the Boy’s Bathroom in the basement was where we boys, outside of the teacher’s jurisdiction we did things we could not do in classroom, such as pissing contests. When you first walked into the bathroom was a long cement latrine. It was probably about 12 feet long with a 3 or 4 inch deep ditch. It was designed to serve several boys at the same time. By just being there in the form it was in, it encouraged pissing competition. Boys, standing side by side, facing the plain wall, did not piss downward, they pissed upward. The higher the wall, the better. The winner most days was Archie Richardson. His stream at times got to where the wall met the ceiling. One time Archie lived behind my aunt on Forrest Avenue and he found a certain spot in the back of his yard was easy to dig up authentic arrowheads. Archie also introduced me to MAD comicbook, issue #4 to be exact. Since that MAD inspired me I collected all the issues and haven’t been the same since. To get to the Boy’s Restroom, one go down a long stairway. The girls’ is also down a stairway, on the opposite side of the building. But back to stairs to the boy’s bathroom. When you get to the bottom of the stairs there are two doors. One to the bathroom and one to the furnace room. One time the late Van Callaway and I, feeling adventurous, went into the furnace room. There we found a little “Man-Cave” for Cliff, the custodian. He had a chair, a table and a couple of boxes. The boxes were full of comcbooks. Comicbooks of all kinds! Super heroes, war, teenage such as Archie, romance, and so on. I think Cliff he custodian somehow got his hands on the comic books he found loose in the school building. They were so different tastes I don’t think he pursued a definite type, he grabbed whatever was available…. Or within his reach that no one was looking.
Monday, July 18, 2022
Anna's grandfather JO Prance getting a haircut from his uncle Bob Bettis's son on the cover of GEORGIA BACKROADS, Spring, 2016.
Saturday, July 16, 2022
Yesterday evening we got an email from a vague delivering service that they could not deliver our package because the address was hard to read. And they supplied a link for us to supply them with the correct address. We did have a package in route to us from Amazon. However, we also got a email saying our package would be delivered before 10pm. So, how come they write again saying they can’t read the address? We get a lot of stuff from Amazon. Our address has never been a problem. We figured it was a scam of some kind and ignored the request. Which got me thinking, they were just stabbing in the dark with good odds they would randomly get in touch with somebody expecting a package. It seems I cannot drive over two blocks without seeing an Amazon truck or van or some other delivering service on the road delivering stuff. I bet the thieves know the exact odds of how many people are expecting packages at any moment. Maybe the organized crooks even hire marketing experts to calculate when and how much can they rob people of stuff. But why would a marketing expert or a statistician work for a bunch of crooks instead of making more money working in a legitimate outfit? Or maybe the question is why would a statistician work for a legitimate company when they can make more money in an illegitimate outfit? PS We received our package safely and well packed package with no thugs jumping out saying “This is a hold-up!”
Friday, July 15, 2022
It is strange how words can have different meanings as times changes. Or they can keep the original meaning but also add a different meaning. Today we were at a restaurant eating lunch and two businessmen met. One looked to be under 25 and the other one in his 60s. They shook hands and I overheard the young one say to the older one, “Thanks for COMING OUT.”
About 45 years ago I took this picture. I think it was on what was the Gordy family property. The Gordys own the famous VARSITY restuarant in Atlanta and its surrounding area. Now the land where I took this picture is either part of Gordy Parkway or a subdivision.
Thursday, July 14, 2022
Wednesday, July 13, 2022
Tuesday, July 12, 2022
Yesterday, I went into a sweet shop knowing exactly what I wanted. There was a lady standing back studying what was on display behind the glass. The young lady behind the counter asked me could she help me. I was about to tell her when the lady standing studying the displays interrupted me and said to the young lady, “Why are you waiting on him when I was here first?” I looked over at her for the first time. She was a black middle age lady. The young lady behind the counter was speechless. So was I. By her distance in front of the case I thought she was not yet decided. The customer strayed on the young clerk and asked her name, then started using her name and finally said she wanted to speak to her boss, which she went and got, but stayed back in the back. Another young lady came and waited on me while the irate customer filled the manager’s ears how rude and inconsiderate she felt she was being treated. This sweet shop is right in the middle of yuppyville where everybody smiles. I think she clerk and the manager was caught off guard. The manager kept talking about her team. I bet now on the bulletin board in the back room saying something to the effect, “Attention Team! Wait on people in order as they enter and keep smiling.” And a note to myself: If somebody was already there say, “He/she was here firsr.”
I'm glad you asked. See the 3 buildings up the hill? They are on Atlanta Street. When I was a kid, about 4 or 5, the building on the left was Sears & Roebuck. I think the middle one was Marietta Provision Co, and the right one was an Western Auto, all on the back side. When I got a tricycle I discovered it was easier not to pedal and depend on gravity when I could. See the narrow drive between the two buildings directly in front of you? Well, I reasoned, on my tricycle, from that point, if I, with my feet, give my self a push as a send off, I would have a blast coasting down the hill. I certainly did. I did not know any physics laws about gravity, that I would increase in speed as I went down. At a high rate of speed I went, and I took this picture recently, from about the point of contact that a car doing Waddell Street hit me. It knocked me out and I was unconscious for hours. When I woke up, on our couch, on block away, all the neighbor women were gathered around. They thought I was a goner and they were giving me a proper send-off. By the way, the day I took this picture we stopped and had a beer at what was the Sears & Robuck store, which now is Glove Park Brewery. Not bad.
Monday, July 11, 2022
Sunday, July 10, 2022
Saturday, July 09, 2022
Friday, July 08, 2022
In playing a little Facebook make believe game you were to make up something untrue about the person you are verbally dueling with. Marian Wagner made up that I worked with her at THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD. I jokingly said, "I thought you was Ernie Marrs!" Let me tell you about THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD and Ernie Marrs: If you are young or new to the area, you might not heard of either. THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD was an Atlanta underground newspaper in the late 1960s and 1970s. It bravely took on the establishment in stories, political cartoons, and editorials. Hippy-looking people on street corners peddled the newspaper. It was well done and very informative. One of the editors was the late Ernie Marrs. Earnie was a song writer, singer, poet, philosopher, and roofer, which was his day job, that he did not quit. Ernie wrote several songs that made it high on the charts. The one that comes to mind is "DASHBOARD JESUS." A co-worker, Pat, knew Ernie well. They were regulars at the Stein Club on Peachtree, just south of 10th Street. One time, I think it was a Sunday Anna and I were driving around with Pat and she was telling us all about Ernie Marrs. She asked if we wanted t meet him and we said yes. He lived in Little Five Points in a garage apartment. When we got to the steps leading to his apartment I had been drinking some, and had to pee. I thought I would use Ernie's bathroom. I couldn't hold it much longer. I was the first one up the stairs knocking on the door. No one came. Ernie was not at home. Like I said, I could hold it any longer, so I urinated off the top landing of his steps, facing the big looming buildings of Atlanta. Anna and Pat were waiting in the car. Then I heard footsteps running up the stairs. I introduced myself to Ernie Marrs and shook his hand with my only free hand. We had an instant party. He played some good music and poured the booze. He was glad to see us, or I suspect he was glad to see Pat. He pulled out correspondence he had with Bob Dylan and other nobles of the topical folk world and read and pointed out things in the letters. I think we had a party and invited him once and if I remember correctly, he had to work late, those roofs don't put themselves on, you know.
Thursday, July 07, 2022
Wednesday, July 06, 2022
Tuesday, July 05, 2022
Monday, July 04, 2022
I ran the Peachtree Road Race 1984 thru 1987. Four years. To people in my category it was not a "Race" per se, it was just a lot of people having a good time. I had my number for the 1988 Race but my brother-in-law Tommy Prance drowned two days before I did not run. We were mourning. I never ran the Peachtree again,. I have a short attention span. It was time to move on. Today we were cleaning out our own basement and throwing out things without mercy. If we haven't used or worn anything in years, we packed it for the Goodwill. I carried two truckloads of stuff to Goodwill today. While we were cleaning out in the bottom of a wardrobe was all my Peachtree T-shirts. By the rules we were giving stuff to the Goodwill I should have given them my Peachtree Road Race Shirts. I couldn't do it. I earned each of them, well, "earned" may not be the right word, maybe "sweated" would be the right word. I sweated for each of those t-shirts. It is like somebody buying a Pulitzer Award Statue and claiming they earned it.