Maywalk
Maywalk
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Thanks Gary 0'
I gather that you wont want the pointer then?. I leave it with you.
I gather that you wont want the pointer then?. I leave it with you.
Thanks Gary 0'
I gather that you wont want the pointer then?. I leave it with you.
I haven't put this totally together, but....
Gramma
Kin came from the dust bowl, Okies. The Joad family (The Grapes of Wrath) represented them well.
Gramma coulda easily played Ma Joad…if she didn’t….
Ever so often, we'd head to 'Monkey' Wards in the old ‘51 Chevy.
It was her outing.
Most times we'd be picking up something like a post hole digger, or a part for a pressure cooker that she'd ordered, nothin' fancy.
After pulling a number, we’d sit in the big room downstairs of the huge multi-storied Wards store, waiting for them to pull our order.
I remember one time she fished my hand out of a spittoon of which I’d found interest in its contents.
I don’t remember ever going in with them after that.
She laughed a lot.
Mostly at herself.
Of anyone's passing, hers I feel the most.
As it's been said, a full life, well lived.
Her last words to me were, "I just want to be where there's life".
I believe she is.
Years back, in my first "home office" I installed a "spittoon". It was a prop, really....even had sand in it.......
Great Expectorations: Ode to the Spittoon
December 19, 2005 by Charles Partee
"In the old days part of the masculine personality was formed by barber shops, which were an exclusively male preserve. Boys got to observe how men behaved apart from the civilizing presence of women. Getting a haircut (before you qualified for a shave) was being admitted to the non-effeminacy clubhouse as a very junior and silent member. One of the important things we learned was friendly masculine abuse. One guy would ask another, “Is that your real face, or did your neck just vomit?” We also learned the difference between a deliberate and accidental “spew.”
"Growing up before women’s liberation, I was not aware that some women might want to chew and spit tobacco. I went once with my mother to a beauty parlor. For some of the women it appeared to be the Last Chance Salon. The joint was filled with women and nice smells. So far as I could see, there was not a single spittoon in the place. However, the old-time barbershop had a spittoon at every chair. A boy learned very quickly not to get between a spitter and his spittoon. On this issue women were, so to speak, outside the main stream. The marvel of my boyhood was a gat-toothed fellow who, with considerable force and accuracy, could deliberately produce a nicotine spew through the gap in his front teeth. My life has been immeasurably enriched by watching half-chewed cigars trying to swim upstream in brass spittoons".
HAH!Enjoyed your story of John LaPorte, Gary. Was he a founding father of LaPortland? ....or mebee President of the LaPorte Coffee Co?
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You paint such colorful pictures with your words...and I'm not talkin' about the ones duplicated on silly putty.
I got a “switchin’” more than once for runnin’ of to our neighbors, who were what we called dirt poor. No electricity, or running water. I’m not even sure now how many children they had, but for sure they couldn’t keep the little ones in clothes. It was a sad day when they came and took the children away. I was especially attracted to the little girl who had the same name as my mother.
I could never write whats in my head...people would run....I tell ya.