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A few weeks ago, we rode by Kennesone’s ER.  We saw in front on the sidewalk a middle aged woman sitting on a pile of clothes.  She was probably homeless and ended up at the ER, got treated, and then back in the elements, still homeless.

This week I had reason to spend several hours in the ER’s big waiting room with many other people.  I noticed there were at least three homeless women playing Hide N Seek with Security.  The security would track them down and they pointed to the door, silently saying, “OUT!!”.  One lady told him she wasn’t going anyplace until she found her money and bus ticket.  The same woman some how changed to a nurses shir and caught again.  A little later I saw her again, in a different outfit.  One lady had a shopping cart stuffed with many bright colorful clothing.  The first time the Security men ordered her to leave they walked her to the door and suddenly I heard her scream letting out strange sounds I never heard before.  It sounded like the guards were getting physical, so I stood up for a better look and she was about three feet from them screaming at them.  Later, when she was caught again, it was almost in front of where I was sitting and she screamed at them again, and I think, by the accents on words, she was screaming in French.

Our neighbor, not long ago took a friend of her to the ER and commented the Homeless is a big problem there.

Shame.

Jerry Hunter, shot down

 Posted on Facebook 6 years ago:

April the 26th, my first cousin, the late Jerry Hunter, would be celebrating his 77th year, if he was still alive.

Jerry was a F-105 pilot in the Air Force. in Vietnam. On his 34th mission he was shot down, losing is life May 25, 1966, at age 25.

Jerry was born about two and half months before me.

Another Hunter first cousin called me today and we had a nice enjoyable long talk. We ended the conversation with this thought: He said something like this, “Why do good people like Jerry live such a sort life, when a piece of work like me lives so long?”

I told him I saw Jerry’s father “Bus” looking at me and by his expression was probably thinking close to the same thing.

Adeline Bagley Buice, Roswell Mill Woman

 You head of the Roswell Mill Women? To make a long story short when in 1864 when Sherman took over the Atlanta area his men discovered a mill in Roswell on the banks of the Chattahoochee River that made things for the Confederacy like CSA uniforms and so on. Sherman had the women arrested as prisoners of war and sent them north to work in mills there.

Of the women was one of Anna’s relatives Adeline Bagley. Wife of Pvt J. Buice.

Adeline returned to her homeland many years later to find her husband had remarried.

War is Hell.

She is buried in Sherril Baptist Church near Cummings, Georgia.

Todd & Jimmy Pat

 

In a previous rambling I wrote that my parents sold the house to Todd and the deal maker was my hand-made clippings plaster to the wall. And a few years later he found himself in prison for molesting a little boy.

Wait! There is more!

The only time I came face to face to Todd when he toured our house and liked my wall stuff. But I knew of him.

My late friend Van Callaway’s aunt lived in Pine Forest. She had Todd as a boarder. Vann thought Todd was a strange bird. He loved some kind pickle fish. His aunt did not like the way her apartment smelled like fish when he ate it straight from the jar. She made a rule saying eating pickled fish straight out of the jar was forbidden. Therefore, he ate his pickled fish sitting in his car a lot.

Then a year or so after he bought ou house Jimmy Pat P visited him. I’m not sure how this came about. I speculated Jimmy P might not have known we moved and went to visit me and met Todd. Or I think it is more likely that he found out about Todd through his neighbor Van Callaway. They both lived on Phillips Drive with only one house separating them and they were fiends.

Jimmy P said he visited Todd twice. On one visit Todd showed Jimmy his military patches collection. He had all kinds of military patches. And Jimmy said Todd asked him did he want any of his patches and he picked out some.

He did not mention if he had to “earn” those patches or not.

But he said when he got across the street on the property of Larry Bell Park with Todd watching from his front porch steps, Jimmy hollowing and singing and throwing down the patches he had just given Jimmy P and dance on them and laughing.

I think that was Jimmy’s last visit with Todd.

All is well that ends well.

Todd Bought the Hunter House

 When my grandmother Minnie Victoria Tyson Hunter died in July 1948 it left my grandfather Frank Pariss Hunter alone. We moved in with him.

My parents had some remodeling done, such as underpinning; and indoor bathroom; brown outside siding; and counter and cabinets in the kitchen. It was an old house.

My grandfather Frank, died in March 1950. I moved into his bedroom. His bedroom was a smaller room off from the kitchen.

In 1954, when in the 7th grade, I discovered MAD Comicbook. Not only did I read and reread them I cut out figures to use as clip art, like getting the most out of them.

On one wall of my bedroom I used wild “Mad” clippings and attached them to the wall. I also did the same with clipping out of LIFE Magazine clippings. Each clipped figure from MAD or LIFE interacted with the figurer on the wall next to it. I wished I had taken a picture.

Daddy became chief of the Cobb County Police and it was time to buy a new house. We put the house on Manget Street up for sell.

I remember a single man by the name of Todd came to look at it. He said he would buy it.

My mother, embarrassed by my clipped art on the wall said, “Of course we will remove these cut up magazine pictures from this wall.

Todd said, in so many words, “You do and I will not buy this house.”

And he bought it, “As Is!

Todd only lived there two or three or fiyr years. He went to prison for molesting a little boy living nearby.

Emma Viola Hunter Abercrombie (1875-1973)

 Posted on Facebook 8 years ago:

Emma Viola Hunter (1896-1992), my and my Hunter first cousin's first cousin, once removed. Emma was the daughter of John Rafas Hunter (1870-1940) (our grandpa Frank Paris Hunter's brother) and Lilly Belle Hill Hunter (1875-1973). Emma grew up in the Woodstock, Georgia, area, and married Andrew Joseph Abercrombie (1891-1924) and they moved to Birmingham, Alabama, for Andrew to work in a still mill. Emma lived 96 years and Andrew lived only 33 years.

They had four children, two daughters and two sons.

Emma and Joseph are buried at Bascomb Methodist Church, near Woodstock.

India Elephant Rub-Ruba-Dub-Du

 Posted on Facebook 4 years ago:

I was in the basement today and came across this picture. It was given to me about 50 years ago by a Navy buddy, Sam Kasuske. Sam bought it in India. I think it is about 11x14 and it is a rubbing. A rubbing is rubbing a crayon or something against a paper which is spread over carved art or inscriptions. It is used a lot by genealogists in cemeteries.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! MAD #24, 1st Magazine issue

 

The 24th issue of MAD is the first issue as a magazine.

The first of this is art by Will Elder.  Note how Elder's art could look like a photo when he waned to.

The 2nd is the magazine front cover, please take the time of looking at editor Harvey Kurtzman's art around it.  There is another sample of Kurtzman's art begging you to buy.

The movie poster art is by Wally Wood.

Me remembered?

 

Today, again,  we ate at Rally Point Grill in Woodstock.  They have several waiters and waitresses running around but we got the same one we had last time, weeks ago.

She remembered us.  Not only that, she remembered what we order last time.  Really!  When we ordered she told us last time I ordered something slightly different.  Not the meat itself, but the extra topping.

I got to say, I normally feel invisible so for someone to remember I was there and what I ordered, weeks ago, I felt complemented.  I am never remembered.

I wonder if it had anything to do with painting my bald head green and my nose dayglow red?

Proofs that Claudius Linton Foster lived

 These proofs are of Anna's mother's father's brother (or Anna's great Uncle) Claudius Linton Foster (1888-1965):

Hat on; hat off; and maybe "Do something with your hands."

Claudius was a young man in the pictures. They might have been taken about 1910.