Tuesday, October 31, 2023
Posted 6 years on ago on Facebook:
Monday, October 30, 2023
This evening we were watching THE ANTIQUE ROAD SHOW and nodded off. About a minute after I nodded off, Anna woke me up to ask me a question.
Then I was back awake. Sitting there watching THE ANTIQUE ROAD SHOW again, about 2 to 3 minutes after being awake a large sheet of white cartoon sheet was being presented. I double focused.
The hard sheets of white cartoonist paper was the original drawing of FRANKENSTEIN, written by editor Harvey Kurtzman and drawn by MAD’s original artist, Will Elder (my hero). It was in MAD COMICBOOK #8.
The expert on hand knew quiet a bit about the history of MAD COMIC and MAD MAGAZINE. He explained the demand for original MAD art and went on to explain the original art they held on their hands was worth thousands of big bucks.
$$$$$ Bottom line.
What I am amazed over was the timing. I was just incidentally, unrelated to MAD, was awaken, just in time to see the part of the road show about MAD Comicbook!
fI was meant to be! Destiny!
This house is on East Dixie Avenue in Marietta. It now looks completely differently than when I took this picture. It has had a facelift, so to speak.Back in 1937 my parents, when they first married, spent the night here. It was a boarding house then. My mother believed saw a ghost looking down at her during the night. The next morning she found out the man she described to the landlady looked like the landlady's late husband.
Also, for posterity, in the 1950s, when brothers Jack and Billy Joe Royal were teenagers, their family lived in this house for a short time before they moved to Smynra. They said they did not see any ghosts.
The Waterman Street School brick that Walker Gaines gave me Thursday triggered some memories.
I remember in the 7th Grade one school night I was playing in the front yard after dark. A streetlight was in front of our house. I begin to notice a bat would fly quickly under the light. I sat down and studied the situation. I finally figured out the bat would swoop under the light when a moth or someother bug attracted by the light would be near.
Then I experimented. I threw up a rock and the bat materialized and charged at it but it fell to the pull of gravity before the bat could reach it. I tried again and again, each time getting lower and each time the bat would swing in lower.
I had a plan. Cars passed now and then. I wanted a car to hit the bat. I knew this was risky. The rock could hit the car instead of the bat. As the car approached I would have to shoot the rock low and hopefully it should shoot past the oncoming car before actuallyu approached the "X" spot and the bat should be right behind the rock chasing it and wham! I practiced my throw and watched the cars that sped down the street now and then.
I made my move. A car was speeding down the road and when it was about 15 to 20 feet before the "X" spot I threw the little rock. The stupid bat, as planned, fell line right behind it, and SPLOT!!! The car missed the rock and hit the bat. Was I a genius or what?
I went over and studied the bat. It looked dead. I put it in a netted orange sack, put it under a box and got ready for bed.
The next morning I carried the bat in the net to school with me. I don't think I told my parents.
I wanted to show it to my teacher Mrs. King. Mrs. King was very nice and flirty with me so I naturally liked her. I wanted to impress her with the bat I caught.
The bell had not rang yet. A cluster of us were standing in the hall just outside our 7th grade classroom. I showed off the bat in the netted sack and was running my mouth about probably how I killed it when a girl classmate said, "Look!"
I looked down and the dead bat was prying itself loose from the bag by making one of the net holes bigger. Then it was airborn.
In a matter of minutes the bat was flying up and down the hall with hordes of kids running crying and screaming. Cliff the janitor was chasing it and swinging a broom.
Miss Whitehead, the principal, came up to me, red faced and shaking, said, "Eddie Hunter what were you thinking? Don't you have any sense?" The look on her face looked to be complete hatred or fear, I wasn't sure which - after all, there was a bat flying rampant overhead.
I thought that old bat (pardon the pun) came close to having a breakdown I think.
I don't remember the fate of the bat.
This is the tombstone of William Thomas Trammell (1752-1843), my g-g-g grandfather.
Sunday, October 29, 2023
This was originally published on the blog in 2020:
True Halloween Adventure. I was stationed at Lakehurst, New Jersey, in 1964. On Halloween night in the E.M. Club after several beers during Happy Hour we decided to visit a cemetery. Not any cemetery, it had to be one that had Revolutionary Soldiers. The only one we could think of was in Camden, about 35 miles away. Away to Camden we went.
Saturday, October 28, 2023
I posted this on Facebook 10 years ago.
Willow's groomer told me this morning that her sister is now blind and she finally listened to some of her advice and acted. That was to get a seeing-eye dog to help her.
Friday, October 27, 2023
Except the last sentence I posted this on facebook about a year ago.
First Ladies sometimes are a deciding factor of a political race. Georgia's f First Lady Sandra Deal, I'm sure, is an asset to Governor Nathan Deal, not a liability, for his campaign for reelection. This picture was taken when we toured the Georgia Governor's Mansion to see the Christmas decorations a couple years ago. She greeted us in the first room you enter from the foyer. She was very knowledgeable on the items in the room on display and an enthused docent.She is good, but not good enough to change my mind about her husband.
The doorbell ranged.
Thursday, October 26, 2023
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Throwback Thursday. You may recall last Throwback was a photograph of five of the six children of Daniel Webster and Sarah Jane Garrett Petty. The one that is missing in the photo is our grandfather William Elijah Joseph Petty (1875-1935). He was born in Fannin County, Georgia.
Tuesday, October 24, 2023
Pictured is the late Dick Sullivan, who saved my life in a creek.
Creeks. There are some creeks around here that I got to know in my many years.
Sweet Water Creek is in the southwest Cobb/Douglasville area. When I was 4, 5, and maybe 6 each year on my birthday in July we and our neighbors the Sullivan family would go to Sweet Water Creek and celebrate Eddie Sullivan’s and my birthday. We lived in the Clay Homes and the Sullivans lived in the same building a few doors down.
Mr. Sullivan had a flatbed trailer. He with his family ran the concessions at Larry Bell Park and used the trailer to haul goodies and soft drinks from one sporting event to another.
We had our Sweet Water birthday picnics on a dirt road that went into the creek. It was like a beach. Next to the dirt road was a bridge, the new detour that went across the creek. I think I was about 5. I waded out into the water and WHOOSH! I stepped into nothingness. As soon as I submerged an under water current grabbed me and off we went.
Dick Sullivan, the oldest brother jumped in to save me and so did my Daddy, who was on the bridge at the time, getting a bird’s eye view. Apparently, they saved me. I could have drowned.
Sopes Creek is in east of Marietta. I remember one time Daddy took us out to see the creek. It was something, roaring white water with rushing water splashing against the rocks and all. It was crowded with cars and people. That day we visited there was also an ambulance there. Somebody got their head damaged by crashing into a rock in the rushing water.
Anyway, I was impressed. I told my friends about it and how fun it looked. Three or four of us got on our bikes and rode out to Sopes Creek. At the time we lived on Manget Street across from Larry Bell Park, which was a long way to pedal our bikes. Once we got on Sewell Mill Road, we could just about coast all the way there it was all down hill, which was at least a mile or two.
When we decided to go I had a flat tire. I had to push my bike up the long hill of Sewell Mill Road.. Once we got to Roswell Road it wasn’t far to my cousin’s husband’s Service Station, I think if was a Shell Service Stafion.. My cousin Faye Hunter married Frank Rogers. He first had a Shell Station just almost next to East Marietta Shopping Center, then a Sinclair Station at the fork of Roswell and Lower Roswell Roads. At that time his station was the one at East Maritta Shopping Center. I used Frank Roger’s phone to call home for Daddy to come and get us. I do not remember how he reacted. I doubt if he was happy about my little adventure without telling him or Mama.
As I said we lived on Manget Street and across the street from Larry Bell Park. Dividing the park almost in half was Manget Creek. In one area of the creek was a wide area with about a 5 inch waterfall, which we build a dam and had us a nice pond to swim in. There were banks on the east and west side which gave us a little cliff to “cannon ball” into the boy-made pond. Onetime I was cannon balling in and in mid air I saw a snake swimming. It was right right under me, nothing I could do but bomb it. As soon as I hit the water I got the heck out of the water. I do not know the fate of the snake.
Another time Marietta had a huge torrential rain. I walked down to see how the creek was handling this, ZI was by myself. I took off my shoes and waded in. I slipped into the rushing water and down the creek I went. Finally about 20 feet away I managed to grab onto a small tree that wasn’t normally in the water, but it was that day. I held on for my life until I worked myself off the rushing water.
Well, here I am! Still here! But gave up the thrill of jumping on live snakes, hanging by a tree ,or being swep away by an underwater current.