Charles B. Foster

c1885 - Charles Brooks Foster (1856-1928). He married Ardella Catherine Vinson (1857-1933). They lived in the Milton/Alpharetta/Roswell, Georgia , area.
He is Anna's great grandfather on her mother's side.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! POOR ARNOLD'S ALMANAC

From HELP #25, 1965, by Arnold Roth

Waterman Street School, Marietta, Ga

 This is the east side of Waterman Street School. See the front entrance to the right? Actually, there were two twin front entrances. This one is the one nearer to the eastern side. On those steps leading up to the front doors I remember discussing the life's mysteries, Sex, and such as how to make an egg's shell soften to feel like a thin membrane and to make it look like a hog's ball (soak it overnight in vinegar). I was fooled. Larry Southern showed me the soft-shell egg and told me it was a hog's ball.

On those same steps one time Larry pulled out a condom and showed me, and I was impressed with the little white O-ring around the opening of it. Which I had a very scientific observation that went something like this: "so that is a rubber? Where do you buy them at?"

About 12 or 13 years later again Larry would take a condom out of his pocket. This time it was on the back row of the Hill Street Baptist Church. I wasn’t along with Larry and my other friends that Sunday night but I got several first hand accounts. They heard that on Sunday nights at Hill Street Baptist Church some loose teenage girls went there and they were easy to pick up. So, the boys went to check it out. During the sermon Larry got bored and pulled out a condom and started playing with it. It wasn’t long until he blew it up and tied a little knot in the O-ring thing. His cousin Jesse, also one of us, reached over and flipped the balloon shape rubber. Larry wasn’t expecting it and it got loose from him and landed in the aisle. There was a big fan at the near the back pews that kept the air circulating and brought in air from the outside. The white balloon was yanked into action by the fan’s wind current. It floated and gently bounced down the aisle like it had a soul of its own and wanted it saved by coming down to the preacher’s inspiring sermon. Larry and the others quickly left.

Many years later, Larry's younger brother became the preacher of Hill Street Baptist Church.

In the picture see the fire escape ladder coming from the two class rooms on the second floor? One time a boy named Van rammed my head into the fire escape at ground level and it took about 8 stitches to sew me up. It was right in the center of my head, I looked kind of like Frankenstein's Monster for several years until the scar finally went away. If I look closely, I can still see a hint of it.

Van died about twenty years ago. He was a diabetic. He died because he went to the hospital to have a leg amputated and they removed the wrong leg which caused complications.

The Queen's Obscene Painting

Today’s page of UNCLE JOHN’S BATHROOM READER PAGE-A-DAY Calendar has an interesting article:  English art restorers cleaned up the painting A VILLAGE FAIR, WITH A CHURCH BEHIND by artist Isaak van Ostade, 1643, owned by Queen Elizabeth.  While restoring it they noticed one area the brush strokes were of a different pattern than the rest of the painting.  It was like they were covering up something.  They removed the mysterious strokes to see what was underneath:  a man with his pants down squatting relieving himself.    That was a popular trade mark of the artist to show in nature paintings humans doing nature-type of things.

Above is the painting.  I studied it for the dirty parts and had no luck.

Courting

c1936/37. This picture was taken during my parents' courting phase. Left to right: The first couple are my parents, Ed Hunter and Janie Petty; the second lady I do not know, I think her name might be Jonnie Rollins; the next lady is my mother's older sister, Opal Petty; and the next couple is Lois Carter and her date. I don't think her date in this picture was her future husband , Toy Moon, they probably had not met yet. Lois like Opal and Janie (and maybe Jonny Rollins) were from the hills of north Georgia who had come to Marietta to work.
They were young and then they married, multiplied, grew old and died, like we all will.

Cliffored and Paul

This is a picture of Anna's father and uncle. The kid in the carrier or cart is Clifford Ephram Prance (1914-1992) and the one standing is Henry Paul Prance (1910-2000), Anna's father.
They and their brother James Earl Prance grew up, had their own families and all three brothers and their brother-in-law, Harold "Blossom" Poor, worked for Veach Wholesale Groceries.
This picture was made about 1915.

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Benjamin Duck

Throwback Thursday, The Unattached Hand in Savannah's Pink House

Copied and pasted from one of previous posts on my Chicken-fat.com blog.

I went with Anna this past February to Savannah. She had four days of business meetings to attend.

The first or second evening we met the others of the working staff along and had dinner at The Olde Pink House in the historic district.

The Olde Pink House was first owned by James Habersham. James Habersham was a Georgia representative and was one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence.

Now, it is said The Olde Pink House is haunted by Habersham’s ghost. The travel channel did a bit about Hancock’s ghost there and so did PBS. The waiters claim that he would walk around in his clothing of the period and socialize with the guests and sometimes evening playing a trick on them like hiding one’s fork before he or she reached for it, and the list is endless.

We had reservations. Two big tables held ten of us. Our table was round and was in a corner of the a room. Anna-s co-staffers table were within arm’s reach. One of the men sitting across from me I will call Tony. Behind Tony, high up on the wall, was a portrait of James Habersham, the original owner and maybe part-time ghost.

As we made polite conversation Tony, who struck me as a loud mouth braggart, with lack of anything else to say, brought up the subject of somebody that worked in his office, a handicapped person, a person that was challenged in controlling his body movements and his face movements. Tony said if he got excited talking he would lose control of his facial muscles and spit all over all you as he talked. Tony said he learned long ago to keep his distance or step aside when this guy was about to tell something.

Then…

One quiet person, lets call him John, between 55 and 60 years of age said, “Tony I think you deserve a hand for that”

WHAM!!! A big unattached hand landed onto Tony’s empty plate.

Everything got deathly quiet. John reached over and picked up his rubber artificial hand and re-attached it. Everybody at the table broke into laughter and some even were having hysterical laughter.  I looked up at the portrait of James Habersham and he seemed to be frowning and not amused at all.

The rest of the evening Tony was mostly quiet. The hand was an inspiration to many to use some one-ones… like, “John can’t keep his hand to himself-“ and more.

The Ole' Pink House

2nd Amendment Sacrifice

Toms River, NJ

In the Navy, after I bought my first 35mm camera (Zeiss Icon used) I rode around New Jersey for good settings to take pictures.  I came across this little inlet with sea going boats and sea going vessels are always photogenic.   Toms River is about 8 miles plus to the ocean but by water ways, I'm sure these boats knew the route.   So, I took the above picture.  A man charged out of one of the boats and ordered me to get away!  Scoot!  Vammoose!  Which I immediately complied.

I wonder why he was so sensitive.  That was in 1964.

Sun Oil

Elijah Petty's House Fannin Co., Ga

Attention Petty Cousins: This is Elijah Petty’s House (1803-1881) in Fannin County, Georgia. I just received these pictures today via Ancestry.Com. If you are my first cousin, Elijah is our great great grandfather. If your parent is my Petty first cousin he is your Great, great, great grandfather. I wonder if our DNA are in flowers in what used to be outhouse area?

Willow Snoozing on Deck

Will Catch Them Red-Handed!

I heard on the news this morning that the White House is looking for a way to catch cheaters using social medias.   An example would be somebody getting paid disability and at a wedding reception dancing.

The federal government needs all the money they can get to pay America’s millionaires and billionaires big fat bonuses for, well, for being themselves.

I thought of another way modern technology can assist the White House finding some cheaters:  Food stamp users.  Basic food groups are acceptable, but condiments?  Catsup. Mustard, barbecue sauce, hot sauce are unnecessary luxuries that only the well off deserve. 

The technology:  Make id photos of food stamps recipients.  Use the facial recognition in the condiment aisle of the grocery store to sound and ugly alarm if a food stamp recipient picks up a bottle.  The same would apply for salt and sugar. 

$$$ Millions will be saved.

(I hope you, the reader, know I am poking at the whole concept.).

HAPPY CINCO DE WALL!!

SUNDAY FUNNIES!!! Speaking of Churchill Downs

Just trying to get on the Bandwagon, that's all.

The late Georgia artist Jack Davis in MAD Magazine #28 about horse racing.

the Non Partisan Puppet Show

Peter Mayhew RIP

Benjamin (my grandson) and Me July 2016

Bonevenure Cemetery, Savannah, Part 1

HAPPY MAY DAY!