Saturday, April 29, 2023
Friday, April 28, 2023
Thursday, April 27, 2023
Wednesday, April 26, 2023
The person that cuts our grass ran over a water release plug and destroyed it. We went to Home Depot and bought a replacement for less than $10. We decided we need some kind of bright marker to be near to remind the lawnmower man to steer clear and also a flag for our mailbox that recently broke. We asked where would something like that be. We were directed to a middle age man with i-pad like gizmo in his hand. We talked to him mentioning a marker and a flag for our mailbox. He looked on his i-pad and told us what aisle flags are on. He was talking about U.S. Flags. He told us the only thing we needed to mark the place the water release plug was a gnome, which would be in outside department. We told him we were not communicating. We did not need a U.S. Flag, we needed a flag to go on the mailbox that we would raise when there was mail to be mailed. And just a bright marker or something bright to remind the grass cutter… I stopped – beside the man on a shelf was a bright orange plastic peg, exactly what we needed. I took it. The middle age executive looking man said, “I’m only a stock boy”.
Here is something I compiled several years ago and came across it again, yesterday. My genealogy program, Family Treemaker calculated that Daniel Killian is my one half fifth great uncle. It is sort of interesting because it talks of the beginning of Methodism in Asheville, North Carolina. From: "The History of Old Buncombe County, North Carolina #415 Page 249 THE DANIEL KILLIAN FAMILY: THE GEORGIA LINES Daniel Killian, born ca 1757 in Lincoln Co., N.C., was the ninth child of pioneer Andreas Killian who arrived at Philadelphia in 1732 from Rhinish Palatinate. There is a marker at St. Paul's Church Cemetery near Newton, N.C., that lists the twelve children of the pioneer Andreas Killian and states that he settled in North Carolina in 1747 near Newston. Daniel Killian married Osly Baker January 15, 1787, in Lincoln Co., N.C., with his brother Samuel Killian as bondsman. On January 19, 1784, Phillip Smith married Nancy Baker with Daniel Killian as bondsman. In Bishop Francis Asbury's Journal, in which frequent mention is made of Daniel Killian from 1800 to1810, on Wednesday, October 26, 1803, in Buncombe Co., N.C., he says, "We called a meeting at Killian's...sister Killian and Sister Smith, sister is in the flesh...are both gone to their award in glory." After his marriage and prior to 1790, Daniel Killian moved from Lincoln County to that part of Burke that became Buncombe County in 1791, settling on Beaver Dam Creek. Asbury states states in October 1801 that Daniel Killian's residence near Buncombe court house. Daniel Killian was in Burke Co. on the 1790 military census, and first entered land on Beaver Dam Creek in 1792. He died Feburary 22 1830/6 and is buried in Asbury Memorial United Methodist Cemetery , Ashville, N.C. From Chapter 23 of "Old Buncombe County, North Carolina: Bishop Francis Ashubry, sent by John Wesley from England to America in 1771 was the historic promoter of promoter of the Methodist movement in America. Known as the "Prophet of the Long Road," he was a circuit- riding preacher who rode almost 300,000 miles in 45 years of ministry throught the colonies from New England to South Carolina and back, traveling ofter on the back of a horse. Asbury confirmed this Buncombe County area's wilderness state when he wrote ona visit in 1806: "We came to Buncombe; we were lost within a mile of Mr. Killon's (Killian's), and were happy to get a schoolhouse to shelter us for the night. I had no fire, but a bed wherever I could find a bench; my aid, Moses Lawrence, had a bear skin, and a dirt floor to spread it out on." This particular visit was not his first one to the area for he had met the Killian family and neighbors and organized a Methodist Society in 1801 which was the nucleus of the current Asbury Memorial United Methodist Church whose present building is located on Beaverdam Rd and Kimberly Ave. This was land deeded to the use of a "Church and burying ground forever" by Daniel Killian
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
If I remember correctly when our Marietta High School 1960 Class graduated it was said there were 300 of us, the biggest yet. I’m sure the record has been broken many times since. That was about 61 years ago. Now it is past time for another reunion. The average age of life now for men is 79. And we that are still around are pushing age 80. That probably means the survivors (us) won’t be many and will be feeble. So I doubt if there will be much dancing the twist on the dance floor or fighting in the parking lot (like old times).
Monday, April 24, 2023
Sunday, April 23, 2023
Because I am getting up in age, I am trying to put into print my memories, good or bad. Here is a bad one: When I worked in Sinclair Refining warehouse in Atlanta our office scheduled and managed gasoline deliveries to the Atlanta area. I think we had 3 to 5 gasoline truck drivers; at least 2 in the day and one in the evening/night. Our night truck driver was a little humble polite guy, his last name was Partain. He seemed shy, but always agreeable. One time, he was working in the morning. I forgot if we were short of people or what. His job one morning to pump the gasoline out of a closed station. Something went wrong. I don’t know what. Partain caught afire. The Shoney’s restaurant next door, the breakfast people saw him running across the parking lot on fire. He died.
Saturday, April 22, 2023
Friday, April 21, 2023
Thursday, April 20, 2023
Wednesday, April 19, 2023
This morning while waking up playing Solitary I thought about our Little League Team. I remember one kid who was a very good ball player. Our team rarely lost, but when we did this kid would pitch a crying fit. Losin was unacceptable to him. If I remember correctly his mother was his number one cheerleader. I think I am pretty good Solitary player. Should I pitch a crying fit when I lose?
or years the Marietta Post Office had a Postmaster who I think considered himself a lady’s man. Whenever he got to chat with a good looking female employee, he did. Every time I drive down a certain street it reminds me of a certain good looking female rural route carrier that lived on that street. One time the postmaster, while walking around one of the offices one morning he walked by the female carrier sorting mail at her case. He started talking to her. In the middle of his sentence she walked off to pickup another bundle to sort. She continue to sort and he continue to chat. Again, in the middle of his sentence, she walked off to hand off the missorted mail she had. He said, “Young lady you are making it very hard for me o be friendly with you.” And she quickly snapped back saying, “Then don’t!” (me clapping)
Tuesday, April 18, 2023
I was sitting in sort of a waiting room yesterday. Beside me for a good while was a young lady with a mask on. It wasn't a religious type of woman face mask; it was a medical type of mask. She is probably allergic to germs or something in the environment. She sat reading a paperback novel and I sat reading a photo camera manual. Finally we spoke. Once she started talking she talked and talked. All she needed was a jump start. I think I made a comment of some kind which triggered her off. I think she probably has a very expressive face because as she talked her mask was doing all sorts of bends, poof-offs, stretches and all. It was strange to watch. We talked about filing your income taxes early. I said it is normally a little too early for me to file, I told her I was a moderate procrastinator. I could tell that she smiled under the mask. She said, "A moderate procrastinator?" I said yes, I said I always felt to file your taxes in February was a little too quick, a little too aggressive, besides, what if you overlooked something because you were in such a hurry. I like to file a rough, sit on it and file in late March. She said that sounded reasonable. Then I told her, to prove my point that I wasn't a whole-hog procrastinator, that I am just the opposite when I have to be somewhere at a certain time: I feel I am late if I am not there at least one hour before I should be. Her eyes widened and her mask contorted out of shape some. She made some kind of face. She said, "You mean to say, you take your time when filing your income tax but you also arrive at appointments at least one hour early." "Right!" I said. "Why? " She asked. "Who knows if I am going to have a flat tire or car trouble or a wreck up the road in blocking traffic or even worse, I am in the wreck." Her eyes became smaller as if she was studying me and it also seemed that her mask was drawing up some. Then Anna materialized and said, "Lets go." Leaving the masked lady something to ponder over.
Monday, April 17, 2023
At Costco today, we saw two “Good Old Boys” walking from the exit doors, each holding a cup back towards the concession stand. One was saying to the other one, “They use your receipt to check what you paid for, DUMB ASS!! “ Then they started digging in the garbage can.
I went fto Atlanta three or four times to the Ponce de Leon Baseaball Park, on Ponce de Leon Park to see the Atlanta Crackers play baseball It was across from a large Sears and Roebuck Department Store. I remember the field was big and impressive. Not as big as the fields in Fulton and Cobb Counties that the Braves played at years later. The cement seats, with overheads were mostly down the 3rd base line. Down the first baseline wooden blenchers were for the black fans. Over their seats there was no overhead to protect them from the sun or weather. Sad. With our Little League team I went twice. One of those we were the players in some kind of playoffs. My team was Southern Discount and the coaches were Romeo Hudgins and Pepprer Martin. I sat on the bench my entire time except the last bat at Crackers’ field.. We were losing terribly so just for kicks I think Romeo sent me in to do the final strikeout, which I did. A couple years later our Boy Scout troop 132 went there for a Crackers’ game. I remember not paying much attention to the game because Jimmy Pat Presley and I were making up TV commercials. I can only remember one, a jingle: SMOKE TAMPA NUGGET CIGARS…..LAAA!
Sunday, April 16, 2023
There was in interesting movie on last night: COCAIN BEAR. It was based on true facts. It was about a cocaine packed plane carrying a full load from Central American and the socialite pilot for whatever reason decided to get rid of his shipment and jump out of the plane with a parachute and his clothing packed with the C. Before he jumped out he threw out a lot of his cargo in he North Georgia Mountains. His parachute failed. I’m sure he died instantly when he hit the ground near Knoxville. The main story was where the cocaine landed in the North Geogia Mountains. The one who first found the cocaine was a big female bear who stayed high throughout the movie. The movie was too bloody and violent for my taste. Ruthless people with guns and a high bear ripping off human heads and limbs were just too much for me. In Georgia it took place mostly on Blood Mountain. It kept my interest because doing family research I knew some of my ancestors’ descendants lived on Blood Mountain. The Appalachian Trail goes over Blood Mountain. Once we stayed a couple of nights at a motel, near the top. It also saddened me because it reminded me of an ex-co-worker Joe. Joe was a mute. He was married and they had three children. His wife, with the children had a head-on collision and all his kids lost their lives. Joe and his wife divorced. Joe just wanted to be alone. He bought a lot in the north Georgia mountains, not far from Blood Mountain. On his off days he and his dog would spend the time on his lot. At nights Joe slept in his vehicle and his dog slept outside, chained to a tree. One night apparently a bear mauled his dog. Joe is deaf and could not hear the dog and bear fight. The last I head of Joe and joined up with a motorcycle gang and they moved to Florda.
Saturday, April 15, 2023
Story by MAD's Editor Harvey Kurtzman. Art by MAD's editor Harvey Kurtzman. Here is a fact you may or may not know: Before Harvey Kurtzman had a real job he could depend on in the comicbook world he did a lot of free-lance work. Editor of what would become MARVEL Comics, Stan Lee bought these Kurtzman cartoons, usually one page, as fillers. Apparently Harvey Kurtzman reclaimed them, to also use as fillers when he was a cartoonistg short or something. Now you know.
Just to let me know that I am not the only Eddie Hunter on Facebook, or in the world, for that matter, about a couple weeks ago Facebook furnished me. with about 9 or 10 other Eddie Hunters on Facebook. As yet I haven’t figured out what to do with the Eddie Hunters list. But it does remind me of the time a couple years ago a heated Eddie Hunter emailed me and accused me of using his name for my blog and demanded I quit. I congratulated Eddie for having such a fine time tested name. Then I told him I got my Eddie name in 1941 when I was born, when did he get his? Then I went on saying I started my blog in 2006, when did he start his? Eddie did not answer either question.
Friday, April 14, 2023
Thursday, April 13, 2023
One morning I was in a grocery store buying some items when I overheard a carry out person tell a cashier there is a beggar outside. “Beggar outside?” The warning spread like wildfire. People looked fearfully out the glass doors and plate glass windows. After paying I left with my merchandise. On the sidewalk by a roll of empty grocery carts was a young thin man with a bicycle behind him. He was strumming a guitar. In front of him on the walk was his weapon: an upside down hat.
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
Yesterday evening on PBS they had an Antique Road Show in Delaware at what used to be a DuPont Family Mansion but is now a park. It bought back a Navy memory: One Sunday a bunch of us piled into Naval buddy Dick Graham’s car and went to the DuPont mansion in Delaware for a water concert. The water concert was a live orchestra concert with bunches of fountains spirting off in-timed with the music. It was a moving visual and sound experience. Dick, before the Navy was a professor in Michigan. Hanging out partially with Dick and Sam Kasuske and Don Lash, with them introducing and explaining events like this I think I should have unofficially earned my liberal arts degree. Sam, one weeknight took me to New York City, a church basement in the Village to see the musical Off-Broadway Play THE FANTASTICKS. Another weeknight we drove to Atlantic City’s Boardwalk and stood outside with the crowd with the Democratic National Convention, on the inside, when Lyndon B. Johnson was selected as the party’s presidential candidate, which incidentally was LBJ’s birthday. We even saw fireworks over the water which produced a LBJ likeness and had HAPPY BIRTHDAY in flames. Onetime Sam gave me a good talking to telling me how lucky we were being close proximity as we were to NYC, Atlantic City, and Philadelphia so take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity and get off my ass and see all the things available. I took his advice. Now, where is my sheepskin?
Monday, April 10, 2023
Sunday, April 09, 2023
Saturday, April 08, 2023
Friday, April 07, 2023
Thursday, April 06, 2023
POSTAL> I read on line yesterday that the last Postal facility I worked at before retiring, The Srayberry Post Branch is getting a lot of criticism from its patrons. On the other hand people cannot say enough good things about the Woodstock Post Office. It was on the news tonight that people are having trouble withdrawing their own money from the Atlanta Postal Credit Union. Wow! I used to have my savings with them, years ago.
A few years ago my neighbor Bob told me of a certain family that lives around the corner about a block up. Bob said they ran a gambling organization and were part of organized crime. Bob died a few weeks later of natural causes . If anybody would know if the family were gangsters or not it would be Bob. It takes one to know one. Bob has served two times in prison and even one time the police had his house surrounded. When Bob told me those people were criminals I believed him. This morning, before daylight when walking Willow we walked by that house, as we do many times. But this time a big Great Dane came galloping out barking. As it came right up to us it quit parking and started to whine. I think it was just a overgrown puppy. Willow enjoyed its company and they each wanted to play and smell each other butts. My main thought was get away from the dog and get away from that house. It followed us. Someone from that house came outside and starting hollowing for their dog. It humbly went back. And I said, "Whew!" I am not sure that it would be pleasant, for a family of gangsters thinking you were trying to steal their dog. On this day
Wednesday, April 05, 2023
Recently the TV reality show of musical auditions THE VOICE has got a lot of mileage playing over and over Blake covering his mouth and pretending to be clearing his throat but actually saying, "BULLCRAP!" Blake's imitation cough to deliver a message of blended words reminds me a person I worked with at the post office that I will call Junebug. Junebug was a strange character to say the least. He worked beside me on Window Service for the 2 or 3 years I worked the window. Sometimes when he waited on a person and he found them, say intriguing he would do the imitation cough thing and run his words quickly together. Most people didn't understand or thought he was actually clearing his throat. One lady didn't. Junebug (hands over mouth): igotabigdick,wanttosuckit? Lady (eyes popped opened wide, looking inflamed): Pardon me? Junebug: I was just clearing my throat (mumbling) . Lady: No, you said something not nice, what was it? Junebug: I was just clearing my throat. Lady: What did you say? Junebug: (face red) Nothing, just clearing my throat! Lady: I want to speak to your supervisor (Junebug cleared his throat to the wrong lady). Supervisor: May I help you? They went into the office. A little while later the lady emerged and walked out glaring at Junebug. I think the supervisor defended Junebug. Nothing was said. Oh, did I mention that Junebug's father was a big shot in the Postal Service?