PRETTY PETTY WOMEN

My mother’s maiden name was Petty. I am continuously doing family research on Petty, just as I do with the Hunter family name.

My cousin emailed me the other day and told me that there was a Petty relative, dead now, that I may be interested in. Why? Because this Petty made women drawings scantily clad?

George Brown Petty (1894-1975) was born in Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, Louisiana but moved to Chicago with his family at a young age. He made a career and a name for himself drawing nearly naked sexy women. His biggest customer was Esquire Magazine. In 1950 a movie was made about him called “THE PETTY GIRL” starring Robert Cummings playing his part.

I am still doing research, trying to figure out his lineage to our common ancestor.  Who said family research is boring?

Art by Georgia Artist Howard Finster (1916-2001)

These are part of the Howard Finster Exhibit at the High Museum in Atlanta.  Talented or just a religious person looking for anything to write on to deliver his messages from God?  I don't know which.

TRAMMELL, Party of 200.

Lillian Darden & B.Kirk

Mark Kirk

a Leander N. Trammell Descendant & Harlan Trammell (also)

Nell H? & Mayor Steve "Thunder" Tumlin

Bob Boston &; Daughters (Leander N. Trammell Descendants)

The Ghost on the 2nd Floor

Joe Kirby

Lillian & Buddy Darden

JoAnn & Stewart Campbell

We went to the 125^th  birthday party of the Trammell House yesterday.  We had a good time.  The owners Doug and Rachel Frey know how to throw a birthday party.   They seemed to be all over the house, keeping everything going smoothly.  They are excellent hosts.

Funny thing, I thought so anyway, was Congressman Buddy Darden and I both let out our wives  in front of the house then we  drove our vehicles almost around the block and parked at a parking lot on Wright Street, about a block away.  It was drizzling rain slightly and Buddy had an umbrella, which he held over my head too.   We walked and had a nice conversation.   There we were, an ex-United States Congressman holding an umbrella for a retired postal worker.  Shouldn’t it be the other way around?   Do you think other U.S. Congressmen of Georgia ex and present, such as Newt Gingrich, Tom Price, Bob Barr, or Phil Gingrey  would walk at my pace protecting me from the rain?

Two of Marietta’s Mayors were there, previously and present:  Bill Dunaway and Steve “Thunder” Tumlin, along with other notables.  There was a lot others such  friends, relatives, associates, and Trammell-kin (that is where we fit in, and hopefully as friends also).

Doug has done a tremendous amount of research on the Trammell House, the Trammell family, all the houses and the connected families for his excellent book MARIETTA, THE GEM CITY OF GEORGIA.

There is an article in Sunday’s Marietta Daily Journal about Doug, Rachel, the Trammell House and the original owner to the Trammell House, Leander Newton Trammell, and some of his off spring. I am not going to repeat the article, but give you a rundown of my own connection to the Trammell family (you may have read this a hundred times on Chicken-fat already, so if you have, click the exit X now.  Bail out why you still can!

My great grandfather William A. Hunter was born in 1842 in Franklin, Macon County, North Carolina.  His mother was Rebecca Trammell, who probably died before 1850.  William lived with his grandparents Jacob B. Trammell and Polly Hogshead, along with their children.  Polly was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian and died before 1860 while tending her fish traps in the Little Tennessee River.  Jacob and three brothers:  Robert, Jehu, and Javan Trammell.  Jehu and his wife Elizabeth Fain are the parents of Leander Newton Trammell, of the Trammell House in Marietta.

Their parents are William Trammell and Mary “Zilphia” Lynch.

Getting back to William A. Hunter, my great grandfather:  He grew up with the last name Trammell.  He enlisted into the CSA as last name of Trammell and married with that last name.

In the Summer of 1864 his unit fought on Kennesaw Mountain, here near Marietta.  He was shot in the knee and was placed in a private home  for recuperation near Woodstock but the war ended before he was able to rejoin his unit.  He returned to his wife Elmaline and son Charlie in Franklin, North Carolina.  After about a year his uncle, Van, who was the same age as he, killed a man arguing politics.  He was accused of being involved in the murder.  He and Van fled.  Van went to Arkansas where his brother moved  and William and his family went to Texas and spent several years.  They had a hard  time scratching out a living and returned east.  My grandfather was born on their way in 1879 near Paris, Texas.  His name is Frank Paris Hunter.  I think by his name they left Paris and the destination was Franklin. 

But by the time they were going through Georgia they stopped to visit people and friends where he recuperated and decided to settle there. By then he changed his name to William A. Hunter.

He was in his right, sort of, to change his name. Rebecca carried Jason Henderson Hunter to court to sue him for bastardy and won. And later after the Civil War William and Jason wrote letters to one another that reflected their father/son relationship.

Now, there are well over a hundred off-springs of William Hunter and his wife Emaline Ray in the Cobb County area.

Here is a coincidence that is not mystic or anything, just coincidental:  William's great grandfather William Trammell fought in the Revolutionary War and during the Battle of King's Mountain his arm was sliced off.  Then William Hunter, his name was William Trammell at the time was shot in the knee during the Civil War at the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain.  Get it?  At two wars fought on America soil, on Mountains with their names beginning with K two William Trammells were wounded in combat.


My great grandfather William A. Hunter and Col Leander Newton Trammell were first cousins, once removed. Col Leander Newton Trammell and I are first cousins, 4 times removed.  It doesn't matter that one of us is dead.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! MAD's Stalag

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You heard of the movie STALAG 17 haven't you?  Well, this is MAD's version, which they called STALAG 18.  And as a bonus the letter page.  The story was probably written by editor Harvey Kurtzman and illustrated by Wally Wood.

The Old Atlanta Civic Center - Post Cards

I seen a little bit of everything here: a Circus, concerts, an Opera, boat shows, auto shows, and the rest has blended in time.

Checking out the movie HUGO

HUGO is an adult film for children or a children film for adults. The setting for the most part is in a huge train terminal in Paris about 1915, give or take. The hero, a boy, is an orphan who lives in the walls of the terminal and the innards of a huge exterior clock. He steals his foods from terminal venders to survive.

It was directed by Martin Scorsese, starring Ben Kingsley, Jude Law, and more. I noticed one of the producers is Johnny Depp.



For the first portion of the movie it is about the clock and machines like clocks that operate by one gear turning another gear, and turning another grear or two to perform a certain tasks.

I knew in the movie there was one of these contraptions shaped like a man’s head and torso that the little boy would not let go of because his father was working on it when he was killed in an explosion. I thought this story line would develop into a Pinocchio type of story – like the man made object would develop a personality of his own or something along those lines. I was wrong (again).


The special effects were very good.

It developed into a pioneer movie maker’s story of his creating process. Only one thing confused me, why did everyone in the Paris train terminal speak with a British accent? - I think I know, if they used the French language then we would have to keep up with subtitles, just like old movies, like what the movie was about).

 

Lady (Paula Deen) & Sons Restaurant iln Savannah

Ray Bradbury (1920 - 2012)

Ray Bradbury died today.  He was a great writer.  One time in the 50s he discovered that EC Comic's sci-fi line stole some of his stories.  He wrote the publisher Bill Gaines and I think Gaines admitted the plaglarism (what else could he do?  He was caught red-handed)  and they became good friends and reached an agreement to copy more of his stories, but give him credit for it.  Ray Bradbury was had a great technical mind that couldn't adjust to working on a computer.  How is that for a science fiction writer?

He died at age 91, he would have been 92 on August 22, 2012.

Here are some of his quotes:

Americans are far more remarkable than we give ourselves credit for. We've been so busy damning ourselves for years. We've done it all, and yet we don't take credit for it.

Ray Bradbury



Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.

Ray Bradbury



Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me.After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

Ray Bradbury



I don't try to describe the future. I try to prevent it.

Ray Bradbury



I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

Ray Bradbury



I spent three days a week for 10 years educating myself in the public library, and it's better than college. People should educate themselves - you can get a complete education for no money. At the end of 10 years, I had read every book in the library and I'd written a thousand stories.

Ray Bradbury



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If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.

Ray Bradbury



If you don't like what you're doing, then don't do it.

Ray Bradbury



If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.

Ray Bradbury



If you enjoy living, it is not difficult to keep the sense of wonder.

Ray Bradbury



Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Ray Bradbury



Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Ray Bradbury





Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.

Ray Bradbury



Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything. If you don't write stories you love, you'll never make it. If you don't write stories that other people love, you'll never make it.

Ray Bradbury



Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.

Ray Bradbury



My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.

Ray Bradbury



Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Ray Bradbury



The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance - the idea that anything is possible.

Ray Bradbury



There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.

Ray Bradbury



Touch a scientist and you touch a child.

Ray Bradbury

On This Day in History, June 6:

above: siblings Roy Petty & Janie Hunter

On this day in history , June 6, in 1918, my mother, Ethel America “Janie” Petty Hunter was born in Gillette, Wyoming.

And also on this day, 26 years later Janie’s next youngest brother Roy stormed the beaches of Normandy during the D-Day Invasion.

My uncle Stanley Hunter, my daddy’s brother was also was at Normandy on D-Day. His picture is below.
Before my father’s funeral in 1988 some of us were sitting on the porch at Mayes Ward Funeral Home. I remember Roy talking about D-Day. Roy asked Stanley something about D-day and Stanley plainly stated he didn’t like to talk about it. With all that killing, I can understand why.

below:  Stanley Hunter

Checking out MAKE A JOYFUL NOISE

The movie MAKE A JOYFUL NOISE is pretty good. The movie stars Queen Latifah and Dolly Parton. I thought the story-line was lame. It was about a Georgia Church choir near Atlanta trying to win a choir competition – and it appears that winning at all cost is part of the game, even for people singing about the Lord. There is an on-going feud between Dolly and Latifah which to add a little spice to it to make it interesting has Latifah’s daughter and Dolly’s grandson have a romantic interest for each other.

Storyline- wise, I have seen worse.

The music was very lively and full of jubilation that make you want to hop up, shout, twist, shake your booty, clap your hands,  and swing your hips to the Lord’s music in different gospel and hymn styles.  That alone is worth the $1.88 (Redbox Blueray rental fee).

And as an added bonus, if you live in Cobb County, Georgia, you get to see a lot of your homeland as a backdrop.  It was filmed in Cobb County.  We instantly recognized the inside of Howard’s Restaurant on Concord Road in Smyrna.  The church  was recognizable, but we couldn’t quiet place it.  I think the downtown area for the film was downtown Austell.

This Old House in the Boondocks

This house is on East Dixie Avenue, Marietta, Georiga. I took this picture about ten or twelve years ago. The last time I looked at the house, the screen was gone.




My mother and father lived in the house in 1937 as borders. They were newlyweds. My mother said she saw a ghost in the house one night. The ghost was redheaded man and wore a blue suit; one arm appeared to be behind him. She described the ghost to the landlady the next mornling and she said her redheaded husband was buried in a blue suit and, of course, only had one arm.



Years later, in the late mid-late fifties Billy Joe and Jack Royal moved with their sisters and parents into the house and lived for a short time.  I asked them about the red-headed ghost and they didn't see it.

Woodstock Bluegrass Jamboree June 2, 2012

Saturday evening we went to the Woodstock Bluegrass Jamboree at the Community Church on Ropemill Road.




First we went to a restaurant that we heard about , A Taste of Italy, in Publix Shopping Center north of Woodstock. We had a deluxe pizza without anchovies. At first we sat down at an empty booth and waited for a while. Then we figured out you are suppose to go up to the counter and place your order. It is not a big restaurant, just a shopping center storefront size with about eight booths. The pizza was good. The next time we might feel more adventurous and try lasagna or maybe veal parmesan or something spicy.

There were only three sets of parents and a room full of adolescent and/ or preteen girls in red uniforms. I figure they were probably soft-ball players. Two of the men had on the same kind of sport uniforms. The men had a 12 pack of beer they were pulling from. One man said he had to go to the rest room and one of the other men said he needed to go too. The first man said, “Damn! One of us will have to piss in the sink!”



That quick wit was so wrong in so many ways, within earshot of the girls.  tch tch.

An older lady was eating alone behind us. Once she got up and rearranged some scattered chairs. She told somebody she didn’t work there, she was just being neighborly. Later I overheard the young owner trying to talk her into eating her meat balls or at least let him put it in a bowl for her to carry home and she told him she just wasn’t very hungry.




After dinner we looked for the mill ruins of Ropemill, which is probably near Little River and couldn’t find it.

At the Community Church where the Jamboree is always held, admission is $7 per person.  I thought I would pay by credit card. I get monetarily awards for the number of times I use the card.  Other times I have seen people use their credit card to pay their admission.  They simply hand it to the person that is taking the money and that person pulls it through a little machine that is no bigger than a cellphone and they are on their way.  Not this time!  The machine could not come alive long enough to scan my number.  This is more proof that I am so invisible that even machines ignore me.

 
The first band was Bluebilly Grit Band. The name reflect their bluegrass and rockabilly leaning. The band was very lively and very good. They had 5 members who played bluegrass instruments and sung and one singer, which was the daughter of the leader. They are mostly from Dahlonega.




The second group was the Jot-Em Down Boys, which were good as always. They are more or less the organizers and house-band. This time they had two guests to play with them, which I didn't catch their names: a sandy-hair man that played the guitar and a graceful young lady who played the fiddle, or violin, who complemented the regular guy Danny. They did a great job together – it was nothing like Dueling Banjos or anything like that. Both the guest artists were very much attuned to all the band members and did an excellent job giving them support,



The video is just fragments and pieces of what you missed.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! HUMBUG's Spring Training

If we were more timely this article would have been a month or two ago.  Well, we can’t think of all the details can we?  This is from HUMBUG #9 and is about Spring Training for people other than the players.  It was illustrated by Jack Davis and probably written by editor Harvey Kurtzman.

On This Day In History, June 2

1924 – United States Citizenship granted to all American Indians. 

Shouldn’t that be the other way around?   After, all others were descendants of immigrants.   All their troubles started when they started letting us Europeans in.

HAPPY DONUT DAY!

We want to thank Queen Elizabeth for graciously sharing her special Diamond Jubilee Day with America's’ Donut Day.  We tried to keep the Queen’s dignity in mind while making this post.

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!! (and me)

Queen Elizabeth has been on the throne for sixty years. That means it is time for a DIAMOND JUBILEE HOE-DOWN.



Queen Elizabeth is 86 years old. That means maybe all those Brits hollering all these years “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” had divine power.



Now, you Englishmen and Englishwomen I kindly have a request. Please start hollering “LONG LIVE RETIRED US POSTAL CLERKS AND THEIR FAMILIES!” as often as you drink tea.  Thank you.

Paul Had Spinal Surgery

I talked to Paul Roper. He is in a hospital bed getting over spinal surgery he had yesterday. He got through it without any problems, or none that he remembers, anyway.


We are getting at the age that we will frequently have health issues that only doctors can resolve, if we are lucky.

A Mars Hill Miracle!

This is Roxie. The picture was taken at her granddaughter’s wedding in 2003. She is the mother of my friend Ed. Then, she was about 90. Now, it is nine years later.

A few weeks ago Roxie was ill and her children who live nearby took her to the hospital They kept her to run tests. Then her body started having problems like it was shutting down.

The doctors told her children she was dying and there was nothing they could do except have hospice look after her. They agreed to let her return home and hospice would keep a check on her.



Guess what! In her home environment she got well again. She is no longer sick. Maybe weak, but she is 99 years old. It is a Mars Hill Miracle.