County Extension Building & Scout Troop 132

 

This was the Cobb Country Extension Building on the corner of Waddell and Lawrence Streets. It was designed to have a staff of agents giving farmers a helping hand. Cobb County was mostly a rural farming community. The agents would visit farms and test their soil and suggest what they should grow or what other chemicals should be added and other details to improve farming.

That was daytime stuff.

At night it rented or loaned space to various civic organizations in the basement.

I know because our Boy Scout Troop 132, sponsored by Saint Joseph's Catholic Church met there.

When I first joined the troop me met in the Clay Homes meeting building, but in a short time we were in the basement of the County Extension Service.

We were there for only a short time too until we got kicked out.

I think some of us were too mischievous to be turned loose in an office building after hours with unlocked office doors.

Our group patrol in the basement of the Cobb Extension Blg

Left to Right: Me, ?, ?, Late James Brown, Walker Gaines, Gene Sanges, and Frankie Hunter (no relation).

BUTTERBALL

 

Most evenings my little circle of friends met at the E.M Club about 5 pm, that is when Happy Hour started, But because of rotating duty and other commitments not everybody came every night. One evening when everybody had something to do me, instead of drinking alone I decided to go to the nearby town or township or Lakewood and see a movie.

At that time there were no four-lanes to Lakewood, it was all country roads with many farms, including large chicken farms.

At the city limits sign of the township of Lakewood there was an interesting sign under the city limits sign. It said, “All criminals must register”.

If a criminal who believes in going by rules registered, I wonder if there is a special “Criminal Registration” form they would fill out. Like what crime do you specialize in. They could put in street-mugging; robbing banks; embezzlement; raping, and any other unlawful activity.

Back to my Throwback Thursday: Out on New Jersey country roads between Lakehurst and Lakewood I decided to drop in a little roadside bar and grill and have a drink. I sat at the bar.

Back in the mid-1960s many bars had video jukeboxes. The video jukeboxes provided the music, you did not to pay for a band and you got the quarters at the end of the night,.

At the bar sitting next to me was a woman who looked like she had lived a hard life and her rough-looking husband who did not smile – he glared.

I, being neighborly, said “Hi” to the couple. She warmly said “Hi” back. I asked them did they live around there, she said they did. Her husband was a chicken farmer. He nodded his head. Enough said, he thought.

After a drink she became more talkative. She said they were there celebrating being married 30 years. I congratulated them. She smiled and cried, saying she has been trying to get her husband to dance with her but he wouldn’t.

By then, I felt we were drinking buddies, I jokingly told her husband, “Common Jack, get out and dance with your wife for your anniversary!”

He glared at me and said, “You dance with her Butterball!”

I gave a nervous laugh."Na, I got two left feed."

He said, “I mean it, dance Butterrball! Dance! You better!”

I told them to excuse me, nature was calling. I chuckled as I got off my stool.

I walked towards the restrooms door and then walked past it, out the front door and broke into a run to my car.

Me & My Helo Squadron

 I think it was NBC that had a piece about Sophia Loren making a movie in her 80s and her son is the director. Anna and I went to the Radio City Music Hall about 1970 and saw the Rocketts and then the movie SUNFLOWER. Before the movie Sophia and her director husband was asked to stand up. She waved.

Then on the CBS News they had Steve Martin on. It was mostly about Steve teaming up with a NEW YORKER cartoonist for a project. We saw Steve Martin in person at the Southern Music Hall, on Piedmont Avenue AT Broadview Plaza in Atlanta, about the same time period as our NYC trip.. Steve Martin, then, was a brunette, but he had his banjo and arrow through the head prop. I don’t remember if we knew of him before we saw him in person or not. He kept the crowd roaring with laughter.

At the end of the CBS Sunday News they always have a nature scene of a bird feeding her young or something. This morning it was butterflies fluttering around the flowers at Cape May, New Jersey.

Cape May!

When I was stationed in New Jersey with a helicopter squadron (HU-4) our pilots were doing training flew over Cape May often, especially flying the nudist colony at Cape May.

Our division officer had to log in I think 50 hours of flight training a month. He was always bragging about Cape May and I asked him to let me go on one of his missions.

So, I went up with him one day in a Bell Helicopter. Hot Diggy! We were going over a nudist colony and wave at the naked girls and they were going to wave back!

Here is a picture of me in a Bell Helicopter.

When we got high up, still over the huge hangar he said watch this! We went straight up very high. The big hangar did not look big at all.

Then he said watch this! He turned off the engine and props quit working. He took both hands off the controls and we fell. And we kept falling with him looking at me laughing.

I was cursing him, officer or not! Which made him laugh even more.

The ground got closer and closer. Suddenly on its own the engine turned itself on, the propellors started spinning seriously hard. It let us down gently.

What I did know was the helo science of auto-rotation. As the helicopter got closer to the ground it was like a fan, with he blades spinning, It turns itself back on. Well!

But what does that have to do with Cape May?

Assassination Yard Sale

About a month after my Navy Active duty I Went o work for Sinclair Refining Company, their warehouse in Atlanta.  I worked in their warehouse about three years. 

One of my duties was to keep our Sinclair Salaried Station at the corner of Peachtree and 14^th Streets well stocked in products.    I talked to the Don, the manager, daily, somedays more.   We got to know each other.  Daily we talked to each other on the phone about the station’s inventory. 

March 4^th, 1968, Rev Martin Luther King was assassinated  in Memphis.

A couple days later all over the news was to be on the lookout for a white Mustang.  I forgot how they worded it but somehow they said the Mustang had something to do with the Dr King assassination.  It went on to say to not try to apprehend.  Call this number immediately:  An they gave he number. 

The next day Don called me and said he had the Mustang and what was the number they broadcasted.  If I remember correctly, somehow we found it and relayed it to Don.

As far as I know I was the last person to see Don.  He disappeared.

Don’s family’s lost their bead winner.  They had kids.   His wife had to go back to work.  His wife had to sell his possessions.

I bought from her Don’s    PV544 Volvo.

MAD latest

 I like to read UNCLE JOHN'S BATHROOM READER books.  At the bottom of each page they always have an interesting face, for example in the UNCLE JOHN'S BOOOK THE WORLD'S GONE CRAZY at the bottom of page 227 is:

Who's MAD now?  In 1952     TIME MAGAZINE dismissed MAD Magazine as" a short-lived satirical pulp" 

1st issue of MAD Comicbook, 1952.

Eight issues later I discovered MAD     and quickly collected all the back issues and got a subscription and received issues up to issues in the 30s.

Through the years they kept producing and publishing.  I think then changed owners more than once.  I think one time DC Comics owned it.

Apparently, they have recreated themselves more than once.  

Get this:

The latest issue was #24, which was published April 2022.  Of course MAD #24 has been published before, but a different #24.

Hunters & Tysons - Claim to Fame

 Hunter and Tysons Cousins Claim to Fame (again):

We can brag saying our ancestor was on the Mayflower. I told you in a previous post that I discovered one of Tyson ancestors, Desire Doty’s 3rd husband, Alexander Standish was the son Miles (Myles) Standish. This morning I googled Desire Doty’s father Edward Dotyi and discovered he came to America on the Mayflower. He was a servant to Stephan Hopkins but coming on the Mayflower is something.

Records show he was something of a hell raiser. But again, he did arrive on the Mayflower.

While Googling Edward Doty I came across a Society of Edward Doty which consists of members who have proof they are directly descended. If you feel the need to belong to something go for it.

On Google:

About Edward Doty, "Mayflower" Passenger

• "The first of the family in America was Edward Doty, who came when but a youth in the Mayflower in 1620. He joined the Pilgrims at London and came with them to Plymouth, Mass. He married Faith Clark in 1635 and their children were William, Faith, Edward, John, Thomas, Samuel, Desire, Mary Elizabeth, Isaac and Joseph."

• Edward Dotey "of London" was a "Mayflower" passenger as apprentice to Stephen Hopkins, and signed the Mayflower Compact.

• His alleged baptisms - 1599, Shropshire, England; 14 May 1598, St Mary le Strand, Thurburton Hills, England - were exposed as fictional by Neil D. Thompson, The American Genealogist 66 (1988), p. 215.

• According to Gov. Bradford's "increasings and gleanings," he was married in England to a woman whose name is not known. He married in Plymouth to Faith Clarke (about 1617-1675), daughter of Thurston & Faith Clarke. They had 9 children.

• He fought New England's first duel with fellow servant Edward Leister in 1621; both were sentenced to 24 hours of punishment by having head and feet tied together for 24 hours, fasting. With the help of their master, Governor Bradford released them within an hour.

Family

• Parents: unknown (see ancestral summary, below)

Married

1. to an unknown woman; no children.

2. January 06, 1633/34, Plymouth Colony to Faith Clark, daughter of Thurston Clark and Faith. 9 children

Children of Edward Doty and Faith Clark:

1. Desire Doty, b. Abt. 1646, Plymouth, Mass, d. January 22, 1729/30, Marshfield, Plymouth, Mass.

2. Edward Doty, b. Bef. 1637, Plymouth, Mass, d. February 08, 1689/90, Plymouth Harbor (drowned).

3. John Doty, b. Abt. 1640, Plymouth, Mass, d. May 08, 1701, Plymouth, Mass.

4. Thomas Doty, b. Abt. 1642, Plymouth, Mass., d. Abt. December 04, 1678, Plymouth, Mass..

5. Samuel Doty, b. Abt. 1644, Plymouth, Mass, d. 1715, Piscataway, N. J..

6. Elizabeth Doty, b. Abt. 1647, Plymouth, Mass, d. April 07, 1742, Marshfield, Mass.

7. Isaac Doty, b. February 08, 1648/49, Plymouth, Mass, d. Aft. January 07, 1727/28, Oyster Bay, New York.

8. Joseph Doty, b. April 30, 1651, Plymouth, Mass, d. Abt. 1732, Rochester, Mass.

9. Mary Doty, b. Abt. 1653, Plymouth, Mass, d. Bef. June 13, 1728.

Biography

Edward Doty came on the Mayflower in 1620 as a servant to Stephen Hopkins and was apparently still a servant in 1623 when the Division of Land was held, indicating he was under the age of 25 during that time. He signed the Mayflower Compact in November 1620, so he was likely over 21 at the time. This narrows his likely birth date to around 1597-1599.

Doty had a lot of spunk and energy. He made the decision to take the Mayflower voyage as a teenager. He was extremely independent, and wasn't afraid to take chances. He is said to have jumped off of a small boat used by exploring by the Mayflower captain and crew to claim an island in the Doty name. This was, of course, an unappreciated prank. The custom was that land was discovered, claimed and named by much older and established men who would be rowed to shore and allowed to plant a flag and say a few words.

Edward Doty is also recorded as a contentious man, and was often getting himself in minor trouble with the law. On 18 June 1621 he made history by fighting a duel with Edward Leister, which would become the Colony's first (and only) duel. A duel over honor. Luckily, neither were seriously injured, and both were subsequently punished by the elders by being sentenced to having their heels tied to their neck for a day. However, their punishment was cut very short as the two became friends during the ordeal.

Records show Edward Doty was in court on a number of occasions, mostly in civil disputes which now seem quite humorous. On 2 January 1632/3, Edward Doty was sued by three different people: John Washburn, Joseph Rogers, and William Bennett. It all appears to have been a disagreement about a trade of some hogs; John Washburn's case was thrown out, Joseph Rogers was awarded four bushels of corn. In William Bennett's case, Edward Doty was found guilty of slander, and fined 50 shillings. Two years later it seems Edward Doty started a boxing career, in March 1633/4, Edward Doty was fined 9 shillings and 11 pence for drawing blood in a fight with Josias Cooke. In January 1637/8, Doty was fined for punching George Clarke during a dispute.

In 1639, Edward Doty posted "bail" for John Coombes, who was charged with giving out poisoned drinks. There were a number of other civil disputes and court matters that Edward Doty was involved with. And however strong in personality, Edward Doty was involved in simple civil disputes and was never in any serious official trouble. If you were a friend of Edward Doty you had a friend for life. But on the other hand, he was not a man to cross.

Edward Doty was a family man. He started a long line of descendants that were the first setttlers of this land that became the USA. Most all with the last name of Doty, Dotey, Doute, Doughty, Dotton and Dotten are descended from Edward Doty of the Mayflower. Perhaps it is the pride we have in our Pilgrim ancestors. They were a courageous group, with strong convictions and determination, ready to risk their lives to cross the Atlantic and land on unfamiliar soil, a wilderness. Our Pilgrims were people we can look up to, and they were our ancestors. Maybe we take pride in the accomplishments of the Pilgrims. It might be their faith in God that attracts us to honor them. There were Bible reading, praying Christians, not afraid to voice their faith. Perhaps unknowingly, the Pilgrims set the stage for religious freedom on this continent. Their goal was to worship God, as they thought right, following God's word, not the dictations of the established church. The Mayflower Compact, the first written declaration of self-government, was the genesis of the Constitution of the United States. And, that Plymouth Colony, except for Jamestown, is the oldest permanent European settlement on our East Coast.

Ancestry

The ancestry of Edward Doty is unknown. He came on the Mayflower as an apprentice ("servant") to Stephen Hopkins. The Mormon's I.G.I. says Edward Doty was born in Shropshire, England on 14 May 1598, but this record is complete fiction. [For more information on this hoax, see The American Genealogist 63:215].

Some sources claim he was baptized on 14 May 1598 in either Dudlick, Shropshire or "Thurburton Hills", Suffolk. I have investigated these in English records, and found both to be complete hoaxes.

However, there is a real Edward Doty baptized on 3 November 1600 at East Halton, Lincolnshire, England, son of Thomas Doty. The Doty families of East Halton are regularly using the names Thomas, Edward, and John: the first three names Mayflower passenger Edward Doty assigned to his first three children. Even if this particular Edward Doty is not the Mayflower passenger himself, I strongly suspect the true Mayflower passenger will be found amongst this general Lincolnshire Doty family

Another entry, which is circulated widely on the internet and is also on the 1994 I.G.I. addendum is that he was baptized 14 May 1598 in St. Mary le Strand, Thurburton Hills, Suffolk, England, son of John. This is just a perversion of the fictional Shropshire origins, and this record is, again, completely mythical. To begin with, there is no such place as Thurburton Hills, Suffolk. Further, the parish of St. Mary le Strand is in London not Suffolk, and contains absolutely no baptismal entries for any Edward Doty's from 1595 to 1600.

There are no fewer than eight known genuine Edward Doty baptisms that occurred between 1585 and 1605, but none have been conclusively identified as the Edward Doty of the Mayflower.

Edward was an apprentice (servant) to Stephen Hopkins, and apprentices could not generally get married until their contract term was up. William Bradford, in his journal Of Plymouth Plantation, states in early 1651 "But Edward Doty by a second wife hath seven children, and both he and they are living." Doty's first marriage must have occurred in Plymouth sometime after he was released from his contract with Hopkins (which apparently occurred between 1623 and 1627).

Descendants

1. Edward, son of the immigrant Edward, married Sarah Faunce in 1663. Their children were, Edward, Sarah, John, Martha, Elizabeth, Patience, Mercy, Samuel, and Benjamin.

2. John, son of the immigrant Edward, was father of John, Edward, Jacob, Elizabeth, Isaac, Samuel, Elisha, Josiah, and Martha.

3. Thomas son of the immigrant Edward, resided in Middleton and was father of Hannah and Thomas.

4. Samuel, son of the immigrant Edward , who moved to New Jersey, was father of Samuel, Sarah, Isaac, Edward, James, Jonathan, Benjamin, Elizabeth, Joseph, Daniel, Margaret, John, and Nathaniel, this Samuel and his descendents frequently spelled their name Doughty.

5. Isaac,son of the immigrant Edward, frequently used the Doughty form, moved to New York and was father of Isaac, Joseph, Jacob, Solomon, James, and Samuel.

6. Joseph 1, youngest son of the immigrant Edward, resided at Rochester, Mass. His children were Theophilus, Elizabeth, Ellis, Joseph, Deborah, John, Mercy, Faith, and Mary

Tennis Anyone?

 

Patricia Whitten

Patricia Whiten.. This picture was taken about 2009 at a meeting of getting a Vaners Annual Reunions. I’m a couple years older than Patricia. About 51 years earlier she asked me could she ride to summer school with me, she had no transportation there. She knew I had to go to Summer pass the 11th grade and she had a class she had o pass.
On the ride to and from school we gossiped about our common friends, TV shows, and whatever else. I think it was always general with not much personal.
Then one morning between classes somebody, I forgot who and I r had a car race. Patricia was in the car. I chased whats-his-name down Polk Street at a high speed. He was so much ahead of me I lost sight of him but I was srtill at high speed. What I did not know he was waiting on me behind the Mountain View Cemetery, fairly near their back gate. When I saw the car I was chsing it seemed like we were about 10 fee from them and we were going high speed. I slammed on the brakes and the screech and squalled something terrible and car did a spin. But we missed them. No wreck!
Patricia chewed me out in a loud voice and kept on chewing me out in her loud voice. I don’t remember if she rode back with me or not. Our car pooling days were ove.
I think we wen until I took her picture here without speaking. Shef forgave me and . We became friends again., or Facebook friends anyway.
She married and had a family.
She died several years ago.

Joe Fry & Mr Harley

 Joe Fry, One of supervisors in the Atlanta time keeping office. The guy he is presenting an award to is Mr. Harley.I Mr. Harley and his wife loved to sit on their front porch and watched people walk by and speak to them. He was also Wayne Williams Sunday School Teacher. They are probably dead now, that was about 50 years ago. Joe Fry fought in Europe in WW II. He said every day he was reminded he was black and had to do the grunt work. He said when Bob Hope came to entertain them the white soldiers were the first people in the audience, then German prisoners were the second. And last, way back in the back were the the U.S Black soldiers. That is a shame they were treated that way, even when defending our country

Saving the Day

 

George and his History Lectures

Back in the 1970s I carpooled to Atlanta to work daily with George. George is a Marietta native and so were his folks. He heard lot of informal local history and retained it, which is more than I can say. I looked forward to our daily drives. They were educational. Here is one of his George's narratives I happened to remember this morning: Outside of Marietta back before Lockheed came to town, out in the county was rural. Big and small farms. Once, a large landholder named Bill and his wife were having a heated argument. Bill got so mad he hit his wife over the head with something hard and knocked her out. He then set their house on fire. He was trying to push her under the burning house when she woke up. She put up a struggle and she overcame him and their roles reversed and she was trying to push him under the burning house with him struggling. I don't remember who won..

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

 

Carol & Teenage Killer Next Door

 This is fellow retired postal employee Carol. I ran into Carol at a grocery store. Carol was a relief rural route carrier. Then she wasn’t. Then she was a Target employee. Who knows what goes on particulars that go on in people’s mind that impel them to do what they do.

Carol lived next door to fine family in a nice East Cobb subdivision off Trickum Road. If I remember correctly a little kid of the nice family next door banged on their door in the middle of night. The reason the little girl was banging her big brother, a teenage was on a killing rampage. He had just stabbed to death their parents.

It so happened that another close by neighbor was also a Marietta Postal employee, a supervisor, named Keith. Keith is very athletic, involved in sports and a smooth taker. I forgot the details but I think Keith was involved getting the teenage boy captured.

Micajah Clark Dyer Aviator Inventor, Distant Cousin

 

Thugs & Coloring Books

 

Killers, Thugs, and Coloring Books

Copied and pasted from my chicken-fat.com blog Aug 2009

When I first got out of the Navy I went to work for the Atlanta News Agency. The Atlanta News kept most of north Georgia supplied in magazines.

I was a route man. I went into convenience stores, drug stores, or and other stores that sold magazines and took a quick inventory of the magazines that they had on hand. When I turned in my inventories an office staff would quickly go over it and determine what to send each store on their next delivery.

Sometimes they would supply us with books to unload on the stores. They usually were not magazines but books to push off on the people that sold our magazines.

Once they gave me several boxes of coloring books. I think there were almost a thousand coloring books I had to try to sell to some poor store. I quickly found no one wanted the coloring books.. The managers said in so many words, “Don’t come back with them!”

After talking to other route men I think the idea was to sell them the books knowing full well they would return them for credit in a week or two. In the meantime, in house inventory was performed… and guess what? You don’t have to pay taxes on books and magazine that are not in the building.

So where was I going to unload almost 1,000 coloring books? Nobody wanted them.

The Federal Pen at the end of the Boulevard in Atlanta was on my route. That was my next stop.

Ahah! I wrote out a bill for the number of coloring books and backed up to their loading dock and took them out of the truck. I had the guard sign for it, I gave him his copy of the bill and went on my way, smirking on the long driveway to get the heck out of there.

As far as I know the coloring books were a hit, none were returned.

A couple of years later Anna and I went to an art show at the Federal Pen. Some of the art was fantastic. They didn’t sign their names, they signed their number. The prices were reasonable, so we bought three canvases.

Who knows, I may have had a hand inspiring them.

Who?

Posted 4 Years Ago:

I was doing my walk this morning and haven’t even gone far enough to be off my street when a red pickup truck slowed down, then stopped and the window rolled down. An old fart, about my age, said, “How you doing?”

“So so, how you doing?” “Who is this guy?” I thought.

We talked and talked. We talked about the old days in Marietta and going to the Old Hospital on Cherokee Street, and Doctor Merl Haygood, and more old Marietta stuff. And all the time wondering “Do I know this old fart?”

We talked about our time in the service, he was in the Army about the same time I was in the Navy.

I know it is a Small World, but it would be nice if I knew who I was talking to.

He said he thinks I should get another dog. It seems he knew about Willow’s departure.

I am not sure, but I think it could have been the same guy that between 5 and 10 years ago at the bottom of the hill on the street near by in the morning before daylight I saw the flickering of flames in the back of a house. That was before I carried a cell phone, so it must have been nearer ten years or more. I bangedf on the door of the house and no one came. About that time a pickup truck slowly rode by and I ran out in the street and waved him down. He had a cell phone so he 911.

The firetrucks came and what it was flames were surrounding the LP gas bottle and the fittings. The put the flame out and woke up the woman that lived there then and told her.

Ironically, a week or so later while walking I saw the woman in her yard and I told her that I was the one who called 911 (which really it wasn’t, it was the guy in the truck). I expected a pleasant “Thank you” for saving her and her daughter’s life, but just got a glare, “Why don’t you mind your own business?”

Anyway, back to the guy in the truck this morning, that might have been the person that called 911, if he had on his mask this morning, like he should have, I could have said,

“Who is that masked man?”

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Plastic Man

 

Bill Rampley's Southern Comfort

 

My high school buddy Bill Rampley made a TV show he named SOUHERN COMFORT.  It was visual articles about people in the south.  He got to show it on a network and it was well received.  He was planning to make more and he died.

Lilly Henry Petty

 

Lilly Henry Petty (1886-1983), c1982. Lilly Henry married James M. "Jim" Petty (1882-1956), 21 May 1903, in Murray County, Georgia. Jim was 21 and Lilly was 16. They lived on Jim Petty Road in Crandall, Murray County, Georgia.

Jim was a farmer and when we visited them a couple of times when I was a kid. He also raised collie dogs.

They had nine children. One was a doctor, Glenn Petty, in Chattanooga who lived on Lookout Mountain. Once I read an article about Glenn's daughter Gail Petty, who went to West Point and after she was to graduate she and her brother had plans ride their bikes Maine to Florida. Another son of Jim and Lilly, Carton Petty, developed a huge farm that had its own FAA registered airport to fly out its produce. Another son Cecil, is the only son I have met. He was genuine a down-to-earth nice fellow. I am also related to Cecil's wife Mildred Baxter, through the Bookout family.

Mildred and I are both descended from Jesse Bookout, who was an overseer of Chief Vann's plantation slaves. By the way, then, it was against Georgia's law for a white man to work for an Native American. the Georgia Militia surrounded the plantation to put an end to Jesse's employment.

Jim and Lilly are buried at Sumac Presbyterian Cemetery - Murray Co., GA.

I had the pleasure of taking these pictures of Lilly in August 1978, when she was about age 92, about five years before she died. She was sharp as a tack and witty, with a wry sense of humor. One interesting story she told me was that her husband and other of his siblings had to hold down their brother Erwin Petty, while their uncle Dr. William Virgil Garrett, removed Erwin's frostbit toes without anesthesia. She was living with her son Carlton* at the time, in a big stone house on the Cleveland Highway.

*I did not get to meet Carlton on that visit, he was out in the fields working... as they say, make hay in the sunshine.