This post has no purpose other than pumping my ego. I noticed in my “Stats” session that his blog CHICKEN-FAT, has 10999 posts.
So, with this post I have produced 11,000 posts! WOW!
Clip art clipped from MAD Comicbook, art by Georgian Jack Davis
My Claim to Fame: This morning on THE TODAY SHOW one of the guests was Celeste Headlee. Celeste has made a name for herself as a journalist, author, speaker, and musician. She wrote a book on how to have meaningful conversations titled WE NEED TO TALK.
I was going through Anna’s late mother Marie Foster Prance’s slides and came across this slide of the Music Bowl on Daytona Beach. The photo was dated July 1957.
It brought back memories of a crazy thing I did there almost 3 years in the future of that date.
In June 1960, we MHS Seniors and others MHS students went to Daytona Beach. Some of us got rooms at the Renea just across the street from the bandshell.
Young teenagers and adults were cruising up and down that street continuously. Two girls drove by in their car and I very gracefully dove in their driver window and landed in their backseat. I was somewhat surprised what I did and it was done by me. The two girls thought it was nutsy and funny.
They pulled over and we talked. They were down from Cartersville, Georgia.
My friend Larry Holcomb walked oved to where they pulled over and joined the conversation. One of the girls was named Sheila. I don’t know the details of their courtship, because after that summer Larry went to College at West Georgia College.
In time Larry and Sheila married and had kids. Larry worked at Atlantic Steel and started his own business and Sheila started an antiques business.
Larry died in 2000.
The Christmas Spirit is upon us. At Costco this evening the parking lot was packed. Cars were slowly roaming down the rows looking for a car with the backup lights on and when they found such a car several cars would rush to the scene and rudeness would suddenly erupt. The same was going on inside the building. It was crowded there too and people almost had fights over the free samples. People would reach in front of somebody about to grab a sample and yank it out of their reach and take it for themselves. Greed was in everybody's eyes. Ho Ho! Merry Christmas
Today in the grocery store I saw a lady rhat recognized me immediately but I did not do likewise until she told me who her ex-brother-in-law is. Then I recognized her and we had a nice talk. We live only a block away from each other.
I worked with Joe, her ex-brother-in-law. Joe was deaf. Joe and her sister had three children. In 1986 Joe’s wife had a wreck with all three children in the car. The three children were killed in the wreck.
Joe was deeply disturbed and in time divorced his wife.
After that I think Joe wanted to be alone. He bought a lot of land in the mountains of North Georgia. On time off he and his dog would drive to his raw untouched land and spend a night or two. He slept in his locked vehicle and his dog was tied to a rope outside.
One morning he found his dog dead, mauled and still tied to he rope. It is believed a bear got ahold of Joe’s dog ripped him to shreds. The dog was probably parking, but of course, Joe could not hear the warning or crying for help.
Rumor was that Joe joined a motorcycle gang and moved to Florida with them.
Joe used to be very witty and he was always very insightful. He shared and pointed out things about certain people that I did not see until he sign-language told me.
I did not know sign language so when we communicated it was something like Harpo Marx.
I remembered this morning that years ago a chain grocery store that has since changed locations, we overheard the manager tell one of the employees she was going have to work Thanksgiving Day. She bluntly said no she was not going to work Thanksgiving Day. The manager told her if she did not come in on Thanksgiving don’t bother coming in Friday.
I don’t remember who won.
But it did remind me of another incident with that grocery store and manager: The manager fired a young teenage employee. For what reason, I don’t know. We were shopping in an aisle and the manager was in the same aisle, fairly close to making sure the shelves products were neatly lined up when we heard the voice of fired teenager over the PA system say, “Mister Bla Bla sucks big ones!”. I looked over at him, his expression had not changed but he stopped what he was doing and headed walking toward the managers office the same time I heard running feet and the out door whish opened.
And that was it.
Myrtle Irene “Granny” Jones Foster (1895-1991). Granny is Anna’s grandmother, her mother’s mother. Granny was born and raised in the Milton- Alpharetta, Georgia, area. She had 6 siblings, 5 sisters and a brother.
I won the lottery again! 2 Weeks in a row! I’m on a roll! If this keeps up, I’ll be broke in no time.
Figure it yourself: Last week I invested $10 on Powerball & Megal Millions tickets and won $4. This week same thing: won $4 and gambled $10. Over a two week run I won $8 and lost $20! Net Minus 412.
In my preteen years I was a Boy Scout in Troop 132 of Marietta. Two years, maybe more, our troop went to Georgia Tech on Thanksgiving Day to the annual football game between Tech and UGA Freshmen teams. Our duty that day was to make our presence in uniforms known and be on the watch for people with alcoholic beverages and cameras.
On my walk this morning I heard a song praising POT; GFRASS; MJ; Since the government made laws of what books you can not read or operations you cannot have I am surprise it has not made it a law of what music you can and cannot listen to.
Near the end of the song he sung “I don’t want no COCAIN”! Double negative. If nothing else, the Grammar Police should be able to nab him.
Ed Mulkey, Jr. died two weeks ago. He worked with my sister Frances at the First National Bank in Marietta. When I hear his name I don’t first think of the 1st National Bank of Marietta, but of the Dixie Inn in Woodstock, Ga, just north of here. His father, Ed Mulkey, Sr. owned it.
Blairsville New Cemetery. Blairsville, Ga. The Dyer lady Ruth married J.R. Dyer. She was probably an in-law, in-law. One of my Ridley ancestors in Blairsville ran away with the neighbor's wife, who was a Dyer. Bascomb Petty I am sure I am related, because I am related to all the Pettys of the Georgia mountains. When I come across the name, I will already know where he is buried.
Bethany Baptist Church, Union County, Ga. I don't know the relationship of John and Joseph Lance, but by surname and location I think they were related. Back in early Union County, Ga days dueling was legal. If one had a dispute with someone, you could challenge him to a duel. Also, it was legal not to fight your own duels. You could hire someone to stand in for you. Joseph Lance lived in North Carolina, and was called to Union County, to professionally stand in for someone in a duel. Joseph won. Joseph like Union County, Ga. He thought the local folks were so nice and polite, he decided that he and his family would move there, which they did. Joseph Lance (1809-1879) was married to Elizabeth Hunter (1799-1875), my distant cousin and daughter of my ancestor John Hunter. I think John Hunter and his family probably moved to Union County about the same rime their oldest daughter moved there, to be close to his grandkids.
I won playing the lottery. Weekly, at the grocery store I play Power Ball and Mega Millions. I was so excited I forgot which one, not that it matters.
Before I buy a new car, or reserve a space flight, or buy drinks on the house I need to settle down to reality:
Of the $10 I invested in the lottery this week my winnings were $4. So, my winnings were -$6.
This is the first time I won anything in at least 3 years. Which is roughly $1,520. But my lucky day is coming, I can feel it.
By the Law of Averages if nothing else.
Posted 10 years ago on Facebook:
On this date, November 17, 1913, the Panama Canal opened. My grandfather's brother Oscar Ray Hunter (1884-1966) was an employee of the outfit that built it. He was there. When you think of the men who built the Panama Canal you think of the real man's man on the cover a man's magazine, like Indiana Jones, chopping his way through the Panama jungle with wild animals and humans as his adversary and digging the long canal fighting malaria the whole time. But remember, Oscar's last name was Hunter. He knew better. He was a bookkeeper. Probably the closest he got to malaria was marrying a nurse there, Charlotte Georgia McCabe.
Veterans' Day was almost a week ago. Maybe I can squeeze in one more Veterans' picture.
We ran into my old friend Mickey Griffin at Krogers in line today. We talked about our common friends he lived close to such as Jimmy Pat Presley, Larry Holcomb, the Durett sisters and so on. A lady in a wheelchair behind Mickey said that was nice, old friends catching up. I said,”Yes mam, we have been blackmailing each other for years".
Memories keep me entertained : When I was an early teenager a group of my peers built a hut in the middle of some woods where the Whitewater Park is now, near a rock quarry. We nailed a nudie center foldout from a PLAYBOY magazine and stocked it with a some girlie magazines. The girly magazines were risque' but revealed nothing. In one picture of a young woman wearing a low-cut blouse had a nice cleavage - one in our group, known not to be real intelligent, tilted the magazine to see if he could see down the blouse. When we realized what he was doing we all just rolled all over the hut laughing. He was embarrassed and went home. Memories.
This morning on THE TODAY SHOW they had a brief recognition of NBC RADIO CITY’s ROCKETTS. Being stationed near NYC I have seen THE ROCKETTS and on Anna’s and my visit to the city I have seen them more than a few times. Beside their shapely legs they are also experts at synchrony dancing. Impressive!
But like us all, Rockett dancers grow old and have to find something else other than high kicking dancing.
Which reminds me of my Navy time in New Jersey back in the 1960s I knew of an elderly ex-Rockett. That was her claim to fame. She often attended an Irish Bar, I think the same of it was Murphy’s. Also, Murphy’s had another interesting person as an interesting character:f Barney the Paper Boy. He was old and very Irish. He loved to sing old Irish songs and cry.
Barney he Paper Boy an the retired Rockett were very interesting characters and probably their presence drew in customers.
Hunter and Tysons Cousins Claim to Fame (again):
This mid-morning on THE VIEW Gladys Knight and her background group did two songs. One of the songs was MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO GEORGIA. I think she did it as well as she did back in the 70s.
Gladys is from Atlanta. I think she still lives in Atlanta.
When I knew her music well three young men were her backups. The three young men group name was THE PIPS.
Now, three ladies are the backups. I think they probably did as well as the Pips.
One of the Pips last name was Hill. He was married to Katherine Hill. I knew Katherine well. She was an Atlanta Postal employee. Katherine was sort of a secretary for the night postal management. With my job as a time keeper I got to know Katherine well. After I transferred out to Marietta I think she became a head Postal management also. Years later I went to a Postal Retirement similar and she was one of the speakers. We were glad to see each other.
Anyway, before I transferred to Marietta Katherine divorced the Pip with the last name Hill. After the divorce she married an Atlanta Postal Supervisor, who also had the last name Hill. His name was Gilbert Hill.
So, after that we called Katherine Katherine Hill Hill and her new husband Gilbert Hill Hill.