Monday, February 27, 2023
Posted on Facebook 5 years ago:
Sunday, February 26, 2023
Saturday, February 25, 2023
The other day I heard a commercial for a certain pharmacy. They vaguely said they could deliver your prescribed (for an additional price). It reminded me of the drugstores in Marietta like Atherton’s, Dunaway’s, Hodges, Jones, Williams’s, and more that delivered. And not only would they deliver prescriptions but also whatever your heart desired from the soda fountain. When we lived on Manget Street in south Marietta one time Atherton came to the door with some over the counter medicine the man said we ordered. We didn’t. As he was backing out Dunaway’s deliverer was waiting, and more came. They tried to deliver Ex-Lax, banana splits, Sundaes, milk shakes, cherry Cokes, French Fries, and more. And then Victory Cab Company came to pick up somebody at our address. Then two or three move taxi came. My mother was having a fit. Somebody was playing a joke. Then my mischievous friend Jimmy Pat called. He happily said to my mother when she answered the phone, “Hi Mrs. Hunter, this is Jimmy Pat. What’s new?” My mother did not use fowl language much, but with Jimmy Pat this time, it was an exception. She more or less said, “Jimmy Pat you know damn well “what’s new”!” And I think he probably sat and held the phone to his ear and giggle as she chewed him out. Jimmy played a lot of practical jokes that I am surprised somebody didn’t shoot him. He died as a young man stooping over picking up his miniature dog. Heart attack.
Friday, February 24, 2023
Thursday, February 23, 2023
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
Movie, THE PALE BLUE EYE. The movie takes place at West Point Military Academy in the mid 1830s. The way I figure the time was that Edgar Allen Pole is a cadet there, probably in his 20s. Allen died in 1848. I have been to West Point in upstate New York at least three times when I was stationed in New Jersey. A route to my uncle’s home in Carmel, NY, was to drive north through or around NYC, hit a freeway and go north until you reach West Point at Bear Mountain State Park, then turn to go east. In The movie apparently a serial killer is slipping around killing cadets and cutting out organs out of the victims’ stomach, except the one that was castrated. The school called for an educated scholarly woodsman to solve the mystery. Everything seemed so darn gloomy and Edgar Poe too. It reminded me of a serious British who-done it?. By the way, I could not figure our Poe’s role. I knew he was a cadet there. Sometimes he was dressed in uniform and sometimes, when he dined with West Point’s leaders, he dressed like a civilian. He seemed to always be in a gloomy mood, even pissed off. He really was a cadet at West Point. I was hopping to hear his rendition of THE RAVEN or ANNBALE LEE but didn’t. I leaned THE RAVEN from a MAD Comic that took it on to satirized and had to memorized ANNEBEL LEE for high school English,…..”I was a child, she was a child, my Annabella Lee…cha cha” The movie has a surprised ending.
Monday, February 20, 2023
In doing a little family research this morning I came across an article about a near relative Richard England who owned a gold mine in Helen. Two of his children married my ancestor John Hunter's children. He owned the property that became the England Gold Mining site which is now in Helen, Ga. Richard sold the in 1831 making a huge sum of money. He bought more land and farmed. He died in 1835 and was buried in the England Cemetery in Helen,. from the book THE HERITAGE OF UNION COUNTY GEORGIA, 1832-1994.p 144, by Lillian Gibson, Hayesville, NC.
Sunday, February 19, 2023
When MAD was a comicbook it had more than its share of competitors. MAD’s creator and first editor put it best: “Imitation is the most sincerest form of flattery.” Today is only one page. It is smirking at MAD’s competition, by name. Ironically, a few years later when the original MAD creating crew were fired some of the artists, like Will Elder, Jack Davis, and Severin went to work for some of their "Imitators". Text by editor Harvey Kurtzman and illustrated by Wallace Wood.
Saturday, February 18, 2023
Friday, February 17, 2023
Thursday, February 16, 2023
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
This is a Valentines Story, sort of: The next town north of where our Navy base was in Lakehurst, New Jersey, is Lakewood. It had a theater we went to and a bookstore, and several bars. It was less than ten miles away. Off the main street, down a couple of blocks was a bad neighborhood. It looked like it may have been a high crime area. There on one side of the street was a bar we named BAR X. BAR X was a seedy looking bar, that all the patrons looked like they were up to no good. Across the street from BAR X was another seedy looking Bar, which we named BAR Z. If we were just visiting it in today's time, we would probably name it BAR XXX. The place had a few prostitutes hanging out and at the door was a big black woman that always seemed to be at the entrance who always tried to impress new comers with her song she made up "Play with my Box and I'll suck your Cock!" I don't know how she did it, but Box and Cock rhymed. Another bar in the Lakewood area we found interesting was a few miles south of town. It was a rural bar that mostly farmers hung out at. Video juke boxes were just becoming popular in bars, they were cheap entertainment. One evening I drove into Lakewood by myself to go to a movie. My friends had duty. After the movie on the way back to the base I stopped by the rural bar to have a drink. The joint was crowded. The only seat available was at the bar by a woman that was sitting by a man, who I found out soon enough the man was her husband. She whined to me that her husband would not dance with her. He was a chicken farmer and believed in working all the time. It was their 25th anniversary and he was not going "get out there and make of fool out myself" he said. I jokingly said, "Aww come on! Twenty five years, celebrate! dance with her!" He never smiled. He turned around and looked me up and down and said, "You dance with her Butter Ball!" I laugh jokingly. He said, "I mean it, you want to see her dance you dance with her now!" I nervously laughed again. He said, "Now Butter Ball!! I mean it!" I said, "Let me go to the head first..." And walked towards the John. And pass the MEN sign and walked right out the door, hopped into my PV544 Volvo and hauled ass.
Postal stuff: Yesterday at the UPS Store I saw a postal employee with a Postal vehicle backed up dealing with parcels. Considering where the store was, she had to be working out of the same Postal facility I retired at (Sprayberry). I told her I retired from the Postal Service at Sprayberry in 2000. She said she came to work there in 1998. She did not remember me. Actually, I retired the first day of 2000, which was January the 1st, which was a holiday, so I was off on my last holiday. But, we still had two years together in the same building and we still didn’t know each other. I know I was invisible, but I suppose she was too. Also, speaking of Postal stuff: I am reading and looking at the pictures of an Arcadia Press book about UNION COUNTY, GEORGIA edited by the Union County Historical Society. I have several ancestors from of different linages to live in Union County. One interesting article I read yesterday tells Postal Carrier Marvin Akins who delivered mail from Blairsville to Blueridge in 1913. His route required him to spend the night in Blueridge, which he did most of the time. “One time in particular he chose to stay overnight in Blueridge in order to see a public hanging at the railroad depot the following morning.” Why am I not surprised?
Monday, February 13, 2023
New Years Eve is coming up in about four days, which reminded me of a New Years Eve story: Remember this event happened when I was a teenager with a very low ethics code. I’m a nicer person now. I think it was 1958, my junior year. Then Cobb County was a dry county. Selling hard booze was illegal. So, we had to drive to the Fulton County, at the county line, The River Package Store, to get our whisky. It was December the 31st and we had a party we were invited to, but it was a BYOB party. We were under age to buy alcoholic beverages anyway. At the River Package store, hanging out in the parking lot we could not talk anybody getting out of their cars to go in to do us a favor and buy us a bottle. So, finally we drove back to Marietta empty handed. We were sitting in Monty’s mother’s car wondering what next when I saw my uncle stumbling down the street. My uncle was a casualty of WWII. He never got over all the killing he did and saw in the war. I think he was homeless off and on. He saw us sitting in the car and walked over. I’m not sure he recognized me or not. He asked how “You boys doing?” “Fine, what about yout?” Then he asked would we mind giving him a ride someplace. “NO, of course not.” He asked us to carry him down to a Shell Station on Powder Springs Street. We did. He asked us to wait on him. We did. He went in and came back out with a brown paper bag, about pint size. He then asked us to take him north of Marietta where a new subdivision was being built. We did. The new subdivision was off Kennesaw Avenue. It was Keeler Woods. He asked us to wait on him. We did. He, with his brown paper bag, went behind a partially built house and behind some foliage and returned without the brown paper bag. We carried him back to the North Park Square and let him off about where we picked him up. After dark we went back to Keeler Woods, with the car lights burning went back to the house my uncle left his brown paper bag and looked behind every bush and tree and found what we were seeking, a pint bottle of moonshine. We went to the party and with the moonshine and grape juice we made “Purple Jesus”. Purple Jesus got a number of us teenagers drunk that night and even temporarily blinded one. Well, not really blinded, but he could only see blue and red smears of light. HAPPY NEW YEARS!
Saturday, February 11, 2023
Researching my family tree has had some interesting curves thrown at me. While following a tree up (or is it down?) tonight on Ancestry.com one of my ancestors is Thomas Alexander, born in 1548, in Ayrshire, Scotland. His parents are listed as Thomas Caldwell and Alice Tomlinson . He married Elise Muir, born 1558 in Lanarkshire, Scotland. her parent s were Robert Muir and Alice Tomlinson. Alice Tomlinson? That is the name of her husband Thomas Alexander Caldwell's mother? So, going a notch higher I found that Alice Tomlinson was married to Thomas Caldwell and later married to Robert Muir. Thomas Alexander Caldwell married his half sister! I thought Ray Stephens made all that stuff up!
Friday, February 10, 2023
Thursday, February 09, 2023
Wednesday, February 08, 2023
Tuesday, February 07, 2023
Monday, February 06, 2023
Sunday, February 05, 2023
With my senility I cannot reemember the artist's name. Please tell me if you recognize his distinct style so I can... wait! nevermind, it just came to me: Basil Wolverton.
Saturday, February 04, 2023
We just ordered a small Dyson Vacuum Cleaner. Every time I hear the word Dyson I think of my ancestor. I won’t mention her name here. On the 1850 Census she is living with her husband Solomon Dyson in Union County, Georgia, with several kids. Also on that census, nearby was a family with several children, one single male was in his early 20s. Censuses are taken every ten years. On the 1860 Census in Union County Solomon Dyson’s wife was not the same female the was on the 1850 census. And close by the young man, who would have ten years older was not listed either. In the country east, Murray County the young man, that is missing on the census with his parents is now head of the household and his wife is the same name as Solomon’s wife on the 1850 Union County, Census., only ten years older. Apparently, she and her neighbor’s boy ran away together. They are my great great grandparents. A few of my years after that I heard how good Dyson Vacuum Cleaners are, and wondered if Solomon Dyson’s kids’ kids started the company and whatever happened to Solomon. Again, back to the Censuses. On the 1870 Census I found Solomon Dyson and wife and kids living in Indiana.
Friday, February 03, 2023
We went into a restaurant this evening . There was a crowd of people standing around, who were apparently waiting for a table.. This hostess said there was about a 35 minute wait. She asked our cell phone number so they could text us when our time came for a table. We said, "We don't text." We were something the hostess could not comprehend. She did not know how to communicate with someone who did not text. She had her assistant take us to a available table immediately.. When we were walking out I was planning on telling anybody we saw walking in to "tell the hostess you don't have a phone."
Thursday, February 02, 2023
Postal stuff again: Most of the time I worked for the Marietta Post Office the Postmaster was the late Garth Cain. Every employee that worked under Garth has their own Garth Cain story. Garth had an unpredictable hot temper at times and a flirt. To the women he found attractive he was charming and witty and to others sometimes vicious or unpredictable. This morning on TV I heard a commercial that had a let dog named “Lucky” in ir.. It reminded me of Garth. One time at the Sprayberry Post Office, above the carrier’s time clock was a make-do sign on the bulletin board of a missing dog, it said their dog was one-eyed, tail chopped off, missing one paw, and other signs of mishaps. It said his name is (punchline) “Lucky”. Garth saw the sign and, in a rage, ripped it off the wall and stormed off. People close by who witnessed Garth doing that wondered why? Did he have a dog named “Lucky”? Did Garth sleep well the nigh before? What did he have for breakfast? What side of the bed did he get out of?