Summer of 1967. I was liveing in a boarding house, the landlady was a kinda tuff ole gal, and I called her Tuffy.
Wayne Hawks, Tonys brother, also lived there. In those days we spent a lot of time chaseing girls out on the Stonyplain indian reserve
I was going with Funny at the time so I wasnt with Wayne when he went out that night to check out the girls at the reserve but he managed to get himself in enough trouble with out me.
He was driveing down one of the dirt roads on the reserve when he came to a big mudhole. He just pushed the peddle to the floor and figured he would go right thro the mudhole. Wrong, there he sat in the mud, no way out .
he had a really nice car, it was an older car but in real good shape, and he kept it polished all the time.
He was by himself and just had to leave the car there and figured he come back the next day and figure a way to get it out. We didnt have money for tow trucks in those days. He had to walk a few miles but finaly got a ride and came home.
The next morning I took him back to get his car. We figured the two of us could figure some way to get it out or get somebody to pull it out.
I was surprised that Wanye knew right where it was, as there were so many dirt roads out there. We came around a bend in the road and i heard Wayne gasp as we saw his car. He figured nobody would steel it cause they couldnt get it out of the mud,and he was right, they didnt steel it, it was sitting there in the middle of the mudhole, completely dimolished.
I guess a bunch of indians came buy and didnt like us out there chaseing their women. All the tires were slashed, all the glass and lights were busted, All the finders caved in, mud all over the roof and hood where they had jumped up and down caveing in the whole car, The inside was slashed and cut to hell.
WE didnt even go out in the mud to look at it, we just left it and got out of there. Wayne never did try to retrive the car, just left it and never heard or seen anymore about it.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
My first lady of Texas :)
Must have been 1984. I had gotten divorced and come to Texas to live with God at Parr Three Ranch, where stands my brick horsehead.
I was sitting at a bar in Lindsy, The City Lights, Id had a few beers and there were 2 ladys also sitting at the bar. They also had a few beers and the talk was pretty lose. We talked back and forth for awhile and of course sex was the toppic. I forget what exactly led up to it but suddenly one of the ladys said "Im a chickasaw" the other lady said "Im a chuckasaw". Turned out they were half sisters, had the same mother and diferent fathers.
Well we talked for awhile more, then one said" I dont think you can handel a chickasaw" and the other said "I dont think you can handel a chukisaw"
And my reply was "Well, I dont know much about chickasaws or chuckasaws, but i bet I could handel a couple of fuckin indians" There was dead silence at the bar for about 2 seconds, seemed like forever, Then I started to laugh and everybody laughed with me. Even the two indians. I think that was the second longest 2 seconds in my life, the first longest is a different story. :)
Anyway we got past that and then the party was on. At quitin time I was hooked up with one of them, dont remember if it was the chick or the chuck asaw, but she was in my truck and I was takeing her home to Marryette Oklhoma. I had a bottle of Vodka in the truck and she was drinking it like it was milk, 2 or 3 swallows at a time.
We got to her house and of course into her bed. We did the nasty for awhile and then right in the middle of it she passed clean out. There I was humpin away and she just passed out, I mean all the way out, I even slapped her a couple of times, but nothing, looked like she was dead, I even check to see if she was still breathing, and she was. well then i just rolled off and went to sleep.
I woke up at daylight, finished the nasty and then she got up and went to the bathroom. When she closed the bathroom door I noticed there was a bedroom window that was open. I grabed my pants and dove headfirst out that window, running across the yard pullin my pants up, I reached in my pocket and, No keys . THere was a 6 foot fence and as I was scambleing over it I was hopeing against hope that the keys were in the truck.
They were, I jumped in the truck and gravel was flyin and I was headed for Texas
It was gods ole black pickup, had some kind of big engin in it and went like hell, I laughed and waved at every truck I passed all the way back to the ranch. Proberly still a little drunk and happy as hell. I guess i broke my own rule about drinkin and drivein that time. Stupid, I dont know how a got away with that the few times that I did it.
That was my first lady in Texas, saw her ounce after that and she tryed to get my attention but i acted like i didnt know her , so then she was pissed off and hated me after that
I was sitting at a bar in Lindsy, The City Lights, Id had a few beers and there were 2 ladys also sitting at the bar. They also had a few beers and the talk was pretty lose. We talked back and forth for awhile and of course sex was the toppic. I forget what exactly led up to it but suddenly one of the ladys said "Im a chickasaw" the other lady said "Im a chuckasaw". Turned out they were half sisters, had the same mother and diferent fathers.
Well we talked for awhile more, then one said" I dont think you can handel a chickasaw" and the other said "I dont think you can handel a chukisaw"
And my reply was "Well, I dont know much about chickasaws or chuckasaws, but i bet I could handel a couple of fuckin indians" There was dead silence at the bar for about 2 seconds, seemed like forever, Then I started to laugh and everybody laughed with me. Even the two indians. I think that was the second longest 2 seconds in my life, the first longest is a different story. :)
Anyway we got past that and then the party was on. At quitin time I was hooked up with one of them, dont remember if it was the chick or the chuck asaw, but she was in my truck and I was takeing her home to Marryette Oklhoma. I had a bottle of Vodka in the truck and she was drinking it like it was milk, 2 or 3 swallows at a time.
We got to her house and of course into her bed. We did the nasty for awhile and then right in the middle of it she passed clean out. There I was humpin away and she just passed out, I mean all the way out, I even slapped her a couple of times, but nothing, looked like she was dead, I even check to see if she was still breathing, and she was. well then i just rolled off and went to sleep.
I woke up at daylight, finished the nasty and then she got up and went to the bathroom. When she closed the bathroom door I noticed there was a bedroom window that was open. I grabed my pants and dove headfirst out that window, running across the yard pullin my pants up, I reached in my pocket and, No keys . THere was a 6 foot fence and as I was scambleing over it I was hopeing against hope that the keys were in the truck.
They were, I jumped in the truck and gravel was flyin and I was headed for Texas
It was gods ole black pickup, had some kind of big engin in it and went like hell, I laughed and waved at every truck I passed all the way back to the ranch. Proberly still a little drunk and happy as hell. I guess i broke my own rule about drinkin and drivein that time. Stupid, I dont know how a got away with that the few times that I did it.
That was my first lady in Texas, saw her ounce after that and she tryed to get my attention but i acted like i didnt know her , so then she was pissed off and hated me after that
Friday, April 1, 2011
My first finance
The winter of 1966 I worked for United Exploreation, as a drillers helper on a sismic drilling crew in the oil fields of The Nortwest Teritorries.
I was in a bushcamp for three months, getting paid $1.35 an hour, working lots of hours and no place to spend the money.
I was going to be 21 in the spring and i was planing to buy a brandnew car because ii would be of age to get financeing. lol, little did i know.
I got out of camp at the end of may and didnt turn 21 until the 18th of april. I had a pocket full of cash when i got out of camp but by the time my birthday came around i was close to broke. :)
ON my birthday I prodly walked into a car lot and anouced that I wanted that new blue chevy out front. Nobody laughed out load but Im sure there were chucles behind my back. :) Even I, laugh now when i think about it.
It didnt take the salesman long to put me strait about buying cars, and soon sold me a 59 chevy for $200.oo down and financed $300.00.
Im sure the car was only worth $200.00 to start with but I was happy to have a car and proud to owe the finance company money. lol It was a sart to good credit, it only took me till i was in my 60s to get good credit at the bank. :)
If anybody is reading this and knows how iI can get spellcheck working please let me know. anybody like my daughter :) love u jenn
I was in a bushcamp for three months, getting paid $1.35 an hour, working lots of hours and no place to spend the money.
I was going to be 21 in the spring and i was planing to buy a brandnew car because ii would be of age to get financeing. lol, little did i know.
I got out of camp at the end of may and didnt turn 21 until the 18th of april. I had a pocket full of cash when i got out of camp but by the time my birthday came around i was close to broke. :)
ON my birthday I prodly walked into a car lot and anouced that I wanted that new blue chevy out front. Nobody laughed out load but Im sure there were chucles behind my back. :) Even I, laugh now when i think about it.
It didnt take the salesman long to put me strait about buying cars, and soon sold me a 59 chevy for $200.oo down and financed $300.00.
Im sure the car was only worth $200.00 to start with but I was happy to have a car and proud to owe the finance company money. lol It was a sart to good credit, it only took me till i was in my 60s to get good credit at the bank. :)
If anybody is reading this and knows how iI can get spellcheck working please let me know. anybody like my daughter :) love u jenn
Funny saved me from jail
1967. Not long after i had met my first wife ,Lavern Louise Anderson ,aka Funny :), I got in some trouble with the law.
MY buddies, Willy, Tony and I were driveing around drinking beer in my car. I did a lot of stupid things in those days, espesialy while drinking beer. I dont remember how it all started but we were heading home down a dusty gravel road when I started doing spinouts at every intersection. I stepped on the gas and the tires would spin in the gravel and the car would spin all the way around in a cloud of dust, then to the next intersection and do the same thing. After I did that 3 times when the car came to a stop I could just barely see the red lights of a copcar behind us. I stepped on the gas and kept it to the floor, came to the next intersection . which was home, tried to make the turn, spun out again and went through the landlords picket fence, through her yard and gardens, through the back picket fence, and back onto the street. There was so much dust I couldnt even see where in hell I was going. Back on the street I made a couple more turns and spun out again and this time the car stalled. because of all the dust we couldnt see the cops and they couldnt see us. I yelled"get out and run, Ill say the car was stolen"
WE bailed out of the car and each one of us ran in a different direction.
I was running full tilt down a back alley when "BANG" I ran smackdab into the front end of a copcar. They were comeing down the ally looking for us with their lights out :)
They hooked me up in handcuffs and off i went to jail. I latter found out that Tony dived into a rubarb patch and laid there as the search lights went over him and latter walked home. I dont remmber where Willy went but he did not get caught.
I was charged with dangerous driveing, and littering the streets with glass as we had thrown a chase of beer out the window when the cops were right behind us. The cops said they saw the beer come out the pasenger window so if i told them who the passenger was they would charge him with littering instead of me.
Tony and willy were both younger than me and I was 21 so i figured if I squealed I would get charged with contributeing to juviniles so I just said the pasengers were hhitchhikers and i didnt know them. They never presured me so it worked.
I went to court and was sentenced to a $300 fine or 4 months in jail. I didnt have any money so just figured I would have to do the time.
I called Funny, more to let her know what happened, cuz I knew dam well she didnt have any money. She said she would try to do something and even tho I was pretty sure she wouldnt be able to come up with the money, there was a thred of hope and i hung onto it for dear life.
I hoped against hope somebody would come and tell me my fine had been paid. Every time a guard came into the holding sell i would look into his eyes and hope he was comeing for me. It would soon be timed to be shipped off to Fort Saskatuwan Jail if nobody showed up with the money.
Finally they called my name to load on the paty wagon for transport. At this point I lost all hope. I knew there was no way out. I was cuffed to the other prisoners and loaded on the patty wagon. Fort saskatuwan was about 50 miles away and I knew nobody would be comeing for me there. WE arived at the jail,was in the holding tank for about 20 minutes when somebody called my name, "Groves, your fine has been paid"
I had been working for a drywall company at the time and i guess I was pretty good at my job. MY boss had come to bail me out in Edmonton, but had gotten to the Edmonton jail just after the patty wagon had left for Fort Saskatuwan. He told me he had already come that far so he just followed the patty wagon to the fort jail and picked me up there. I hadnt thought of him as i hadnt worked for him very long and didnt figure he would do it.
But, FUNNY had called him, He said she sure must have loved me cuz she was crying and so upset that I was in jail. He latter told me if it wasnt for her he never would have paid the fine.
Sadly I just worked for him long after that enough to get the money paid back and then quit and went on to some other job. Like most things I did in my life I never did get real good at it and i think he was ready to fire my ass anyway.
p.s. I also lost my drivers lience for 6 months. :(
MY buddies, Willy, Tony and I were driveing around drinking beer in my car. I did a lot of stupid things in those days, espesialy while drinking beer. I dont remember how it all started but we were heading home down a dusty gravel road when I started doing spinouts at every intersection. I stepped on the gas and the tires would spin in the gravel and the car would spin all the way around in a cloud of dust, then to the next intersection and do the same thing. After I did that 3 times when the car came to a stop I could just barely see the red lights of a copcar behind us. I stepped on the gas and kept it to the floor, came to the next intersection . which was home, tried to make the turn, spun out again and went through the landlords picket fence, through her yard and gardens, through the back picket fence, and back onto the street. There was so much dust I couldnt even see where in hell I was going. Back on the street I made a couple more turns and spun out again and this time the car stalled. because of all the dust we couldnt see the cops and they couldnt see us. I yelled"get out and run, Ill say the car was stolen"
WE bailed out of the car and each one of us ran in a different direction.
I was running full tilt down a back alley when "BANG" I ran smackdab into the front end of a copcar. They were comeing down the ally looking for us with their lights out :)
They hooked me up in handcuffs and off i went to jail. I latter found out that Tony dived into a rubarb patch and laid there as the search lights went over him and latter walked home. I dont remmber where Willy went but he did not get caught.
I was charged with dangerous driveing, and littering the streets with glass as we had thrown a chase of beer out the window when the cops were right behind us. The cops said they saw the beer come out the pasenger window so if i told them who the passenger was they would charge him with littering instead of me.
Tony and willy were both younger than me and I was 21 so i figured if I squealed I would get charged with contributeing to juviniles so I just said the pasengers were hhitchhikers and i didnt know them. They never presured me so it worked.
I went to court and was sentenced to a $300 fine or 4 months in jail. I didnt have any money so just figured I would have to do the time.
I called Funny, more to let her know what happened, cuz I knew dam well she didnt have any money. She said she would try to do something and even tho I was pretty sure she wouldnt be able to come up with the money, there was a thred of hope and i hung onto it for dear life.
I hoped against hope somebody would come and tell me my fine had been paid. Every time a guard came into the holding sell i would look into his eyes and hope he was comeing for me. It would soon be timed to be shipped off to Fort Saskatuwan Jail if nobody showed up with the money.
Finally they called my name to load on the paty wagon for transport. At this point I lost all hope. I knew there was no way out. I was cuffed to the other prisoners and loaded on the patty wagon. Fort saskatuwan was about 50 miles away and I knew nobody would be comeing for me there. WE arived at the jail,was in the holding tank for about 20 minutes when somebody called my name, "Groves, your fine has been paid"
I had been working for a drywall company at the time and i guess I was pretty good at my job. MY boss had come to bail me out in Edmonton, but had gotten to the Edmonton jail just after the patty wagon had left for Fort Saskatuwan. He told me he had already come that far so he just followed the patty wagon to the fort jail and picked me up there. I hadnt thought of him as i hadnt worked for him very long and didnt figure he would do it.
But, FUNNY had called him, He said she sure must have loved me cuz she was crying and so upset that I was in jail. He latter told me if it wasnt for her he never would have paid the fine.
Sadly I just worked for him long after that enough to get the money paid back and then quit and went on to some other job. Like most things I did in my life I never did get real good at it and i think he was ready to fire my ass anyway.
p.s. I also lost my drivers lience for 6 months. :(
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Central City Mission Ranch
At age 15 i was sent to a boys home. CCM Ranch in Haney BC.
While I was there I began building a dam on a small crick that ran threw the ranch. T he crick was in the bottom of a small valley with steep hills on both sides and the bottom was spread out about 100 feet. The crick ran mostly on one side of the bottom up againest the bank. The water wasnt running very fast so i just started shoveling dirt off the bank into the creek.
I didnt really think it would work but to my surprise the water started to back up. Then I got serious about it and really started throwing in the dirt.
It took me a couple of weeks but finally the water started to back up over the bottom and really spred out.
I got a small pick and started digging dirt out of the bank and soon was useing a wheelbarrel to get the dirt where i wanted it. I got some advice from some of the other guys, Bob Hamelton helpt me most. and i built a wooden culvert for the water to run over top of the dam. Everybody got interested in it but nobody wanted to help me move that dirt :)
Anyway , i got the water up to about 6 feet deep at the dam and it spred over most of the bottom. I had a preety good size pond by the time I got finished. Even had ducks come in and land on the pound.
Oneday while i was sitting on the bank a few wood ducks came in for a lading. They didnt see me and i had my 22 rifle with me.
I took ame and as that beatiful woodduck lifted out of the water I fired, hitting him in the brest, he went down in the under brush ,not more than fifty feet away from me. I searched for almost an hour and never did find that duck. I remmber feeling guilty about shooting him. He was so pretty and I wanted him to hang around on my pound.
A few weeks after that there was a big rainstorm and when i went down to the pound in the morning ,the pound, the dam, everything was gone, i remmber wishing i could have seen it all wash away
That was also were i trapped my first racoon, and he tore a hole in the homemade trap and got away :)
While I was there I began building a dam on a small crick that ran threw the ranch. T he crick was in the bottom of a small valley with steep hills on both sides and the bottom was spread out about 100 feet. The crick ran mostly on one side of the bottom up againest the bank. The water wasnt running very fast so i just started shoveling dirt off the bank into the creek.
I didnt really think it would work but to my surprise the water started to back up. Then I got serious about it and really started throwing in the dirt.
It took me a couple of weeks but finally the water started to back up over the bottom and really spred out.
I got a small pick and started digging dirt out of the bank and soon was useing a wheelbarrel to get the dirt where i wanted it. I got some advice from some of the other guys, Bob Hamelton helpt me most. and i built a wooden culvert for the water to run over top of the dam. Everybody got interested in it but nobody wanted to help me move that dirt :)
Anyway , i got the water up to about 6 feet deep at the dam and it spred over most of the bottom. I had a preety good size pond by the time I got finished. Even had ducks come in and land on the pound.
Oneday while i was sitting on the bank a few wood ducks came in for a lading. They didnt see me and i had my 22 rifle with me.
I took ame and as that beatiful woodduck lifted out of the water I fired, hitting him in the brest, he went down in the under brush ,not more than fifty feet away from me. I searched for almost an hour and never did find that duck. I remmber feeling guilty about shooting him. He was so pretty and I wanted him to hang around on my pound.
A few weeks after that there was a big rainstorm and when i went down to the pound in the morning ,the pound, the dam, everything was gone, i remmber wishing i could have seen it all wash away
That was also were i trapped my first racoon, and he tore a hole in the homemade trap and got away :)
Wide awake
Spring of 1967. I was liveing with Williy Velair, Tony Hawks, and Otto in a place we rented from Doc in Edmonton Alberta.
Tony and I decided we would take a trip to Vancouver BC, I wanted to visit my Mom and Tony wanted to see his Dad which he hadnt seen since his Mom and Dad had divorced when Tony was a kid.
We got to Vancouver and did what we came for and started back to Edmonton. But we figured we may as well take the sienic route and enjoy the trip home.
Somehow , we got across the boarder and ended up in Seaattle Washington. We drove by the space needle and then on to Edmonton.
That night we kept on driveing as long as we could as we didnt have money left for a motel or anyplace decent to sleep.
I was driveing about 2 AM and starting to fall asleep at the wheel. I asked Tony if he wanted to drive and he said " no ,lets pull over and sleep in the car.
i drove till we found a truckstop , then pulled up behind a 18 wheeler in the parking lot, Tony got in the back seat and i just leaned over on the front seat and we went to sleep, booth of us very tired and in a very deep sleep.
All of a sudden i hear Tony yelling at the top of his lungs"Groves, a truck" I jerked up out of the seat and saw a truck in front of us, and I was in shock as i jumped on the brake and pushed for all I was worth.
It all happened in a matter of seconds, and as i realized we were parked behind a big truck I said, We are parked, go back to sleeep. Tony said "O" and we both laid back down on the seats and went back to sleep.
In the morning we woke up and had coffe and carried on like nothing had happened.
We drove on and neither one of us even remember the incident until about 3pm the next day, when i said " heyyyyyy do you remmber last nite" Toney said " O yaaaa" and we both laughed like hell
Tony and I decided we would take a trip to Vancouver BC, I wanted to visit my Mom and Tony wanted to see his Dad which he hadnt seen since his Mom and Dad had divorced when Tony was a kid.
We got to Vancouver and did what we came for and started back to Edmonton. But we figured we may as well take the sienic route and enjoy the trip home.
Somehow , we got across the boarder and ended up in Seaattle Washington. We drove by the space needle and then on to Edmonton.
That night we kept on driveing as long as we could as we didnt have money left for a motel or anyplace decent to sleep.
I was driveing about 2 AM and starting to fall asleep at the wheel. I asked Tony if he wanted to drive and he said " no ,lets pull over and sleep in the car.
i drove till we found a truckstop , then pulled up behind a 18 wheeler in the parking lot, Tony got in the back seat and i just leaned over on the front seat and we went to sleep, booth of us very tired and in a very deep sleep.
All of a sudden i hear Tony yelling at the top of his lungs"Groves, a truck" I jerked up out of the seat and saw a truck in front of us, and I was in shock as i jumped on the brake and pushed for all I was worth.
It all happened in a matter of seconds, and as i realized we were parked behind a big truck I said, We are parked, go back to sleeep. Tony said "O" and we both laid back down on the seats and went back to sleep.
In the morning we woke up and had coffe and carried on like nothing had happened.
We drove on and neither one of us even remember the incident until about 3pm the next day, when i said " heyyyyyy do you remmber last nite" Toney said " O yaaaa" and we both laughed like hell
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Toejoe
When we were kids, well i guess when we learned to speak, my brother and i were taught to say Toejoe instead of poop or poo or shit, or whatever the word was at that time.
As we grew up we always said " mom I have to go Toejoe" whenever we wanted to go to the bathroom or whatever. To us Toejoe was just a natuale word for poop or shit. We used that word all of our childhood.
When I was about 60 years old I lived with Miny, she was a chineese lady from Bejing China.
While i was with Miny i happened to use the word Toegoe, She asked why was I talking about Toejoe. I explained that Toejoe was what we called shit when we were kids.
Miny then explained to me that Toejoe was a Japeneese general in the war and everybody hated him.
I then realised that my dad had been in the war, fighting the japeneese and had taught his children to be prgidus without us even knowing it.
I guess it reminded him of the war every time we had to go to the bathroom and he thoutht Toejoe was shit.
I never new my dad to be a prejustis person but i guess he was against the Japeneese. I rememeber him telling war stories and I was always afraid that someday would have to go to war
Ooo, he also didnt like hindos, but I think that was just because hindos were his compeditors at work.
As we grew up we always said " mom I have to go Toejoe" whenever we wanted to go to the bathroom or whatever. To us Toejoe was just a natuale word for poop or shit. We used that word all of our childhood.
When I was about 60 years old I lived with Miny, she was a chineese lady from Bejing China.
While i was with Miny i happened to use the word Toegoe, She asked why was I talking about Toejoe. I explained that Toejoe was what we called shit when we were kids.
Miny then explained to me that Toejoe was a Japeneese general in the war and everybody hated him.
I then realised that my dad had been in the war, fighting the japeneese and had taught his children to be prgidus without us even knowing it.
I guess it reminded him of the war every time we had to go to the bathroom and he thoutht Toejoe was shit.
I never new my dad to be a prejustis person but i guess he was against the Japeneese. I rememeber him telling war stories and I was always afraid that someday would have to go to war
Ooo, he also didnt like hindos, but I think that was just because hindos were his compeditors at work.
Speedsew
1968. I went to the chinaman (corner store) to buy cigarets for my wife and a few things to eat. i walked around the store for awhile picked up what i needed , paid for it and went home.
When i got home i found a tube of Speedsew (glue) in my pocket. I had put it in my pocket accidently while i was looking around the store. This was in January In edmonton Alberta, proberly 30 below zero outside, I sure wasnt going to walk back to that store that night.
I didnt have a car at that time as I had my drivers lience taken away.
I had only been married a month or so and I was determand that I was not going to be a bad guy and end up in jail again.
The next day I went back to the chinaman , explained what had happened and paid him for the speedsew.
After i paid him i felt kind of silly, cuz there was no need for it, afterall , I had been a shoplifter for most of my life. But I did feel good about paying him and i do beleave that was was the last time I ever lifted anything out of a store. I guess it was my wife that changed my ways, seems to me i didnt get in much trouble whenever I had a wife. Proberly it was something to do with me being alone. I always thought cicaligy ( however the hell u spell it with no spellcheck) was interesting
When i got home i found a tube of Speedsew (glue) in my pocket. I had put it in my pocket accidently while i was looking around the store. This was in January In edmonton Alberta, proberly 30 below zero outside, I sure wasnt going to walk back to that store that night.
I didnt have a car at that time as I had my drivers lience taken away.
I had only been married a month or so and I was determand that I was not going to be a bad guy and end up in jail again.
The next day I went back to the chinaman , explained what had happened and paid him for the speedsew.
After i paid him i felt kind of silly, cuz there was no need for it, afterall , I had been a shoplifter for most of my life. But I did feel good about paying him and i do beleave that was was the last time I ever lifted anything out of a store. I guess it was my wife that changed my ways, seems to me i didnt get in much trouble whenever I had a wife. Proberly it was something to do with me being alone. I always thought cicaligy ( however the hell u spell it with no spellcheck) was interesting
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Makes me feel young
I started going to the sale barn back in the early 90s. I had been interested in sale barns and animals all my life but never really had a chance to have my own untill I married Punkin.
We went to the sales form time to time for several years.
For some reason everytime i bought a cow or a goat or pig i always expected the auctioneer to say " Sold, to the young man in the third row" But he never did say it
Then one day at the sale i started looking around at the people around me and i thought "Hollyshit, I, am as old as some of these old people"
For some reason it makes me feel young to be at the salebarn
Even now at age 65 i sometimes feel like a dam kid when i go to the sale
I guess its because that was what i loved most when i was a kid, When im at the sale i always think about things that happened on Elbert and Walters farm when i was a kid. They milked jersy cows by hand, and had work horses to work the fields, evenafter they had tractors and trucks they still kept those clidsdales. They kept them untill the horses died of old age. I even remember my brother and I rideing on their old steel wheeled tractor with big steel kleets on the iron wheels
when i was a little older i would run away from home and climb over the fence at the "Pacific Nationl Exabition" and stay there all day and part of the night,spending most of the time in the livestock barns, just walking around looking at all the animals. And sometimes when the first circus show of the day was over i would sneek in as the crouds were comeing out. then hide inside untill the next show started.
We went to the sales form time to time for several years.
For some reason everytime i bought a cow or a goat or pig i always expected the auctioneer to say " Sold, to the young man in the third row" But he never did say it
Then one day at the sale i started looking around at the people around me and i thought "Hollyshit, I, am as old as some of these old people"
For some reason it makes me feel young to be at the salebarn
Even now at age 65 i sometimes feel like a dam kid when i go to the sale
I guess its because that was what i loved most when i was a kid, When im at the sale i always think about things that happened on Elbert and Walters farm when i was a kid. They milked jersy cows by hand, and had work horses to work the fields, evenafter they had tractors and trucks they still kept those clidsdales. They kept them untill the horses died of old age. I even remember my brother and I rideing on their old steel wheeled tractor with big steel kleets on the iron wheels
when i was a little older i would run away from home and climb over the fence at the "Pacific Nationl Exabition" and stay there all day and part of the night,spending most of the time in the livestock barns, just walking around looking at all the animals. And sometimes when the first circus show of the day was over i would sneek in as the crouds were comeing out. then hide inside untill the next show started.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Skunk in a box
I was about 11 or 12 years old. Dad had taken me to the farm for the weekend.
When we arrived at the farm, Elbert and Walter had a big story about how they had lured a skunk to eat a porkchop out of there hand and then threw the porkchop into a milkcan. when the skunk went in the milkcan after the porkchop they slamed the lid on the can and caught the skunk, then they put the can up to the exhaust pipe on the farm truck and gassed the skunk.
A week or so after that Dad received a parcel in the mail. The parcel was wrapped in a shoebox just about the size it would take to hold a skunk, and it was from,Elber and Walter Forsland in Langley
My dad wa sure the boys had caught another skunk and mailed it to him as a joke. Of course Dad was afraid to open the box because of the smell it would make. So he waited till the next day and when he got to work at the mill he took the box into the burner and was ready to throw it in the fire and run like hell if it was a skunk.
he very carfully unwrapped the box, ready to throw it, ttok the lid off, and no smell. The box was stuffed full of newspaper and when he got it all unwrapped he found, a few rocks for weight, and a tiny pair of glass slippers ornements about one inch long.
The Fosland Boys had sure fooled him that time, I remember how they all laughed about it next time we went to the farm :
)
Elbert and Walter were friends of my dads, I dont know how they met but The Forstland Boys and there farm were a big influounce on my life, even today at almost age 65 i think of them often and wish i could tell them about the farm I now have. Of course they are long gone and i dought if i will ever get back to Canada to see the farm that they left for a park to the city of Langly
When we arrived at the farm, Elbert and Walter had a big story about how they had lured a skunk to eat a porkchop out of there hand and then threw the porkchop into a milkcan. when the skunk went in the milkcan after the porkchop they slamed the lid on the can and caught the skunk, then they put the can up to the exhaust pipe on the farm truck and gassed the skunk.
A week or so after that Dad received a parcel in the mail. The parcel was wrapped in a shoebox just about the size it would take to hold a skunk, and it was from,Elber and Walter Forsland in Langley
My dad wa sure the boys had caught another skunk and mailed it to him as a joke. Of course Dad was afraid to open the box because of the smell it would make. So he waited till the next day and when he got to work at the mill he took the box into the burner and was ready to throw it in the fire and run like hell if it was a skunk.
he very carfully unwrapped the box, ready to throw it, ttok the lid off, and no smell. The box was stuffed full of newspaper and when he got it all unwrapped he found, a few rocks for weight, and a tiny pair of glass slippers ornements about one inch long.
The Fosland Boys had sure fooled him that time, I remember how they all laughed about it next time we went to the farm :
)
Elbert and Walter were friends of my dads, I dont know how they met but The Forstland Boys and there farm were a big influounce on my life, even today at almost age 65 i think of them often and wish i could tell them about the farm I now have. Of course they are long gone and i dought if i will ever get back to Canada to see the farm that they left for a park to the city of Langly
Almost shot as a kid
I guess I was 7 or 8 years old. Seems like i was prettey small
I remember walking throu the woods with my dad and Elbert. At Elbert and Walters farm in Langly BC Canada.
We were walking along a trail in the woods looking for ducks in the nearby pounds.
I was walking along a trail, beside my Dad holding his hand. Elbert was following about 4 feet behind us. I remember a few ducks flying up out of the water but nobody could get a clear shot. i remember the trees being burn where Elbert and Walter burnt the underbrush the year before.
As we walked down the trail,all of a sudden there was a hudge "BANG"
Dad and i turned around to see Elbert with his mouth wide open and his eyes wee big as soccers
Elbert had been walking along ,carrying his doublebarrel shotgun in his hand, down by his side, with the gunbarrel faceing forword. He had been swinging it back and forth a little bit as he walked.
He had it cocked and ready to shoot, and a twig had caught the trigger and fired the gun. Luckily only one barrel had fired.
The buckshot had gone between my Dad and I and had taken the pocket off of my dads pants. I remember seeing his bare leg thro the hole where the pocket used to be. It was a 12 gauge shotgun, loaded with buckshot, and not one pellet had even scratched my Dads leg or touched me.
I remember seeing that pair of pants with the pocket gone, hanging in the basement for many years afterwords. Dad would take people down stairs to show them the pants and of course there were many stories of that almost tragic day. I always enjoyed hereing Dad tell the story over and over
I remember walking throu the woods with my dad and Elbert. At Elbert and Walters farm in Langly BC Canada.
We were walking along a trail in the woods looking for ducks in the nearby pounds.
I was walking along a trail, beside my Dad holding his hand. Elbert was following about 4 feet behind us. I remember a few ducks flying up out of the water but nobody could get a clear shot. i remember the trees being burn where Elbert and Walter burnt the underbrush the year before.
As we walked down the trail,all of a sudden there was a hudge "BANG"
Dad and i turned around to see Elbert with his mouth wide open and his eyes wee big as soccers
Elbert had been walking along ,carrying his doublebarrel shotgun in his hand, down by his side, with the gunbarrel faceing forword. He had been swinging it back and forth a little bit as he walked.
He had it cocked and ready to shoot, and a twig had caught the trigger and fired the gun. Luckily only one barrel had fired.
The buckshot had gone between my Dad and I and had taken the pocket off of my dads pants. I remember seeing his bare leg thro the hole where the pocket used to be. It was a 12 gauge shotgun, loaded with buckshot, and not one pellet had even scratched my Dads leg or touched me.
I remember seeing that pair of pants with the pocket gone, hanging in the basement for many years afterwords. Dad would take people down stairs to show them the pants and of course there were many stories of that almost tragic day. I always enjoyed hereing Dad tell the story over and over
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Brickjob from hell
2011, Friday, Larry calls me and asked me to meet him in denton Monday morning.
I meet him in Denton and he takes me to look at a job in Corinth.
We look at the job, i figured about 200 bricks to cover the sidewalk by the front door.
I tell the lady $700.00 and she says go ahead and do it. she wanted to use up the bricks she had in her garage that were left over from building the house. I wasnt sure if there were enough to do the job but said i would supply and more that were needed. And agree to start the job thursday.
THrusday I head for the job, I figured i would stop at the brickyard and get a strap of bricks on the way. Althou I wasnt sure if i needed them or not, i figured it would save an etra trip to get bricks if i did need them.
at the brickyard i find out i can get pavers for 25 cents each, and the bricks she wanted to use were face bricks, face bricks are not good for flatwork.
So i fugured I could get pavers to do the intire job for 53 bucks, a strap of face bricks were 47 bucks, I thought.
But I cant change the plan without talking to Lynn (the custmer) . So I take a sample of the pavers and go to the job, Explain to lynn that the pavers would be better bricks for the job, and i would take the bricks out of her garage and do the job for the same price with pavers.
She agrees and i head back to the brickyard to get the pavers, Then come back to the job and lay about half of the pavers before quiting time. had to saw a lot of bricks to fit all the angles and across the doorway. Then i loaded all tthe facebricks from her garage on my truck, took them home, and threw them off the truck into the bucket of my tractor so i could dump them were i wanted latter
That night about 9:30 pm, Larry calls, Lynn had called him and was all in tears because her hubby didnt like the color of the pavers, and i needed take out the pavers and do it with the face brick. She was a special custmer and had lots of conections in real estate so we had to do whatever it took to make her happy.
At this point i would normally walk away from the job and be done with it, but Larry is a good custmer of mine and a hell of a nice guy, so i agree to got back to the job and remove the pavers and do it with face bricks
Friday morning I arive at the job and lynn says " now that i can see it in daylight i think it will be ok, just go ahead and finish it in with pavers.
I told her I would finish one small patch so hubby could see what it was going to look like when finished and she could let me know monday morning.
I finished one small patch and left.
That night about 9:30 pm larry calls, the woman has called him and is again in tears cuz huddy dont like the colore of the pavers, we better just take the pavers out and use facebrick. Ounce again i agreed to start over on monday.
So on sunday I take the facebricks out of the tractor bucket and pile them back on my pickup.
Monday morning i get back to the job, take out the pavers, load the pavers back on my truck and unload the facebricks and get it about halfway done with facebricks, and lynn is happy as hell with the way its going.
Tuesday i get back to the job and when im nearly finished i realize I need about 15 more facebricks to finish the job. Would have had plenty but many broke when i threw them off the truck into the bucket.
So, back to the brickyard to get 15 facebricks, To save time i got directly to the brickplant instead of to the sales office.
they asked if i had gotten a price from the sales office and again to save time i said no. So in order to get 15 bricks i had to buy a strap of bricks, 113 bricks, and instead of the price i would have gotton from the office 47 cents, they charded me 95 cents a brick
Finnaly got back to the job ot it finished and lynn was happy as hell.
SHe asked if i wanted some money and ofcourse i said yes, she figure it was 750 but i told her it was 700. she started telling me she was sure it was 750. I said: it wasnt, but u sure as hell can write the check for 750 if you like. SHe did, and i was to hell out of there.
NOw, this mornig, thursday again i am off to do the same job for her neibour, hope it goes a lot better. :)
I meet him in Denton and he takes me to look at a job in Corinth.
We look at the job, i figured about 200 bricks to cover the sidewalk by the front door.
I tell the lady $700.00 and she says go ahead and do it. she wanted to use up the bricks she had in her garage that were left over from building the house. I wasnt sure if there were enough to do the job but said i would supply and more that were needed. And agree to start the job thursday.
THrusday I head for the job, I figured i would stop at the brickyard and get a strap of bricks on the way. Althou I wasnt sure if i needed them or not, i figured it would save an etra trip to get bricks if i did need them.
at the brickyard i find out i can get pavers for 25 cents each, and the bricks she wanted to use were face bricks, face bricks are not good for flatwork.
So i fugured I could get pavers to do the intire job for 53 bucks, a strap of face bricks were 47 bucks, I thought.
But I cant change the plan without talking to Lynn (the custmer) . So I take a sample of the pavers and go to the job, Explain to lynn that the pavers would be better bricks for the job, and i would take the bricks out of her garage and do the job for the same price with pavers.
She agrees and i head back to the brickyard to get the pavers, Then come back to the job and lay about half of the pavers before quiting time. had to saw a lot of bricks to fit all the angles and across the doorway. Then i loaded all tthe facebricks from her garage on my truck, took them home, and threw them off the truck into the bucket of my tractor so i could dump them were i wanted latter
That night about 9:30 pm, Larry calls, Lynn had called him and was all in tears because her hubby didnt like the color of the pavers, and i needed take out the pavers and do it with the face brick. She was a special custmer and had lots of conections in real estate so we had to do whatever it took to make her happy.
At this point i would normally walk away from the job and be done with it, but Larry is a good custmer of mine and a hell of a nice guy, so i agree to got back to the job and remove the pavers and do it with face bricks
Friday morning I arive at the job and lynn says " now that i can see it in daylight i think it will be ok, just go ahead and finish it in with pavers.
I told her I would finish one small patch so hubby could see what it was going to look like when finished and she could let me know monday morning.
I finished one small patch and left.
That night about 9:30 pm larry calls, the woman has called him and is again in tears cuz huddy dont like the colore of the pavers, we better just take the pavers out and use facebrick. Ounce again i agreed to start over on monday.
So on sunday I take the facebricks out of the tractor bucket and pile them back on my pickup.
Monday morning i get back to the job, take out the pavers, load the pavers back on my truck and unload the facebricks and get it about halfway done with facebricks, and lynn is happy as hell with the way its going.
Tuesday i get back to the job and when im nearly finished i realize I need about 15 more facebricks to finish the job. Would have had plenty but many broke when i threw them off the truck into the bucket.
So, back to the brickyard to get 15 facebricks, To save time i got directly to the brickplant instead of to the sales office.
they asked if i had gotten a price from the sales office and again to save time i said no. So in order to get 15 bricks i had to buy a strap of bricks, 113 bricks, and instead of the price i would have gotton from the office 47 cents, they charded me 95 cents a brick
Finnaly got back to the job ot it finished and lynn was happy as hell.
SHe asked if i wanted some money and ofcourse i said yes, she figure it was 750 but i told her it was 700. she started telling me she was sure it was 750. I said: it wasnt, but u sure as hell can write the check for 750 if you like. SHe did, and i was to hell out of there.
NOw, this mornig, thursday again i am off to do the same job for her neibour, hope it goes a lot better. :)
J.C. , A little embareassment
Several years back I was sitting in the third row of seats at the salebarn. JC was sitting directly in front of me in the first row. JC is one of the buyers at the goat sale. JC wieghs something close to 350 or 400 lbs.
This day he was sitting in onee of the theater chairs that are nailed or otherwise attached the the bleachers.
The biggest goatsale in north Texas has the most rundown, diriest,most uncomforable dam show ring I have ever seen. Personly I think they should be ashamed of it.
Anyway, there was big ole JC wedged into that chair in the front row. And i was sitting behind him.
About halfway throu the sales JC decides to get up, Guess he couldnt stand that chair hanging onto him any longer.
He reaches out and grabs the steal rail in front of him and slowly pulls himself up out of that chair.
Problem is, the chair hung onto his pants, their he stood, no shorts, just his big fat red ass hanging there for all to see.
I turned my head to the side so i wouldnt have to see it and when i did i saw everybodyelse was looking the other way also, lol . Nobody wanted to see that bare ass.
Ole JC just pulled up his pants and walked off like nothing had happened.
This day he was sitting in onee of the theater chairs that are nailed or otherwise attached the the bleachers.
The biggest goatsale in north Texas has the most rundown, diriest,most uncomforable dam show ring I have ever seen. Personly I think they should be ashamed of it.
Anyway, there was big ole JC wedged into that chair in the front row. And i was sitting behind him.
About halfway throu the sales JC decides to get up, Guess he couldnt stand that chair hanging onto him any longer.
He reaches out and grabs the steal rail in front of him and slowly pulls himself up out of that chair.
Problem is, the chair hung onto his pants, their he stood, no shorts, just his big fat red ass hanging there for all to see.
I turned my head to the side so i wouldnt have to see it and when i did i saw everybodyelse was looking the other way also, lol . Nobody wanted to see that bare ass.
Ole JC just pulled up his pants and walked off like nothing had happened.
Cure for ant bites
Its real simple. When you get bittin by a fireant, simpley rub or pour some amnonia over the skin.
Bite will stop iching in minutes and will not leave a bump or red mark on your skin the next day.
If anybody knows a cure for chiggers , please let me know.
Best thing i know for chiggers is hydracordazone. but isnt a real great cure.
What the hell happened to my spell checker ??????
Bite will stop iching in minutes and will not leave a bump or red mark on your skin the next day.
If anybody knows a cure for chiggers , please let me know.
Best thing i know for chiggers is hydracordazone. but isnt a real great cure.
What the hell happened to my spell checker ??????
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Was I a coward ???
At age 21 I married my first wife Funny. She was from a family of long standing fighters. She had 13 brothers and sisters and was raised in a situation where you had to be tough to survie.
Her brother Ed was the top gun of the family, he was a real fighter, he had been taut to box professionaly and had the guts and wantto to back it up.
When we first got married and i got to know the family, it didnt take me long to figure out that someday I was going to have a runin with Ed. I wasnt a fighter but I knew if I backed away from a fight i would be considered a coward. And that wouldnt go over good with my wife, or the rest of the family.
One night Funny and I, and ed and his wife Pam were at a bar. After a few beers, quite a few beers, Ed and I started argueing about something, it wasnt long before ED was asking me if i wanted to step outside.
I had seen this day comeing for some time and I new I didnt have a hope in hell of winning a fight with ED. But I also new I couldnt back down. I was scared as hell but I figured as long as I tried and didnt back down nobody could say i was a coward.
So outside we went. And of course half the bar came out to see the fight. We faced each other with our fists up and threw a few punches. we went at each other a few times, neither one doing any real damage. Then i ducted and ran at him, pushing him back a little but not knocking him down, we came out of it swinging and really going at it.
After what seemed like a long time Ed started to back off a little and to my surprise he said " lets quit " I fugured he could drop me anytime but I went at him again, still not doing any damage. He siad several times he didnt want to hurt me, but I wouldnt quit.
Finnaly he droped his hands to his side and said " I could drop you, but i dont want to"
Trying not to act releved, I dropped my hands.
We turned to walk back to the bar and our wives were standiing there in the crowd. some guy was trying to talk to Eds wife. I could see that Pam was trying to ignore the guy, cus she new what was going to happen.
ED walked up to the guy and said "Are you talking to my wife" and out of nowhere Eds fist hit the guy in the mouth. he went realing back into the crowd with his mouth wide open and blood spewing everywhere. seemed to me like he was spitting out his teeth.
My first thought was Wholly fuck, that could have been me. I felt i was very lucky to be in one peace.
I grabed ED and said lets get out of here before the cops come. We grabed our wives and ran for our cars and got the hell out of there.
Ed and i were real good friends after that. He even told the rest of the family "If you want John you have to go thou me first" and they all respected me because of that.
Funny latter told me she had heard a guy in the crowd say" they are both keeping there dukes up pretty good "
I guess i really did prove something to everybody and most importantly to myself.
I even feel kind of prod writeing this letter some 44 years latter. :)
i wounder what happened to spellcheck :(
Her brother Ed was the top gun of the family, he was a real fighter, he had been taut to box professionaly and had the guts and wantto to back it up.
When we first got married and i got to know the family, it didnt take me long to figure out that someday I was going to have a runin with Ed. I wasnt a fighter but I knew if I backed away from a fight i would be considered a coward. And that wouldnt go over good with my wife, or the rest of the family.
One night Funny and I, and ed and his wife Pam were at a bar. After a few beers, quite a few beers, Ed and I started argueing about something, it wasnt long before ED was asking me if i wanted to step outside.
I had seen this day comeing for some time and I new I didnt have a hope in hell of winning a fight with ED. But I also new I couldnt back down. I was scared as hell but I figured as long as I tried and didnt back down nobody could say i was a coward.
So outside we went. And of course half the bar came out to see the fight. We faced each other with our fists up and threw a few punches. we went at each other a few times, neither one doing any real damage. Then i ducted and ran at him, pushing him back a little but not knocking him down, we came out of it swinging and really going at it.
After what seemed like a long time Ed started to back off a little and to my surprise he said " lets quit " I fugured he could drop me anytime but I went at him again, still not doing any damage. He siad several times he didnt want to hurt me, but I wouldnt quit.
Finnaly he droped his hands to his side and said " I could drop you, but i dont want to"
Trying not to act releved, I dropped my hands.
We turned to walk back to the bar and our wives were standiing there in the crowd. some guy was trying to talk to Eds wife. I could see that Pam was trying to ignore the guy, cus she new what was going to happen.
ED walked up to the guy and said "Are you talking to my wife" and out of nowhere Eds fist hit the guy in the mouth. he went realing back into the crowd with his mouth wide open and blood spewing everywhere. seemed to me like he was spitting out his teeth.
My first thought was Wholly fuck, that could have been me. I felt i was very lucky to be in one peace.
I grabed ED and said lets get out of here before the cops come. We grabed our wives and ran for our cars and got the hell out of there.
Ed and i were real good friends after that. He even told the rest of the family "If you want John you have to go thou me first" and they all respected me because of that.
Funny latter told me she had heard a guy in the crowd say" they are both keeping there dukes up pretty good "
I guess i really did prove something to everybody and most importantly to myself.
I even feel kind of prod writeing this letter some 44 years latter. :)
i wounder what happened to spellcheck :(
Friday, February 18, 2011
Fired by bosses wife
I was 16 when i left the CCM Ranch, they had gotten me a job with a trucker, Jim Hutton.
Jim had a wife, I think she was 18, and a 10 year old son.Im sure he was in his 40s.
I moved to their place in Haney and lived in a room he had built in his garage.
I soon noticed that many times when JIm left for work his wife ,Rose, Got on the phone and then somebody would come by in a car in pick her up. Or some man friend would come to the house and stay in her bedroom for awhile , then leave.
Sad part was, the boy would be home and he slept in the same bedroom as Rose.
Soon I was sneeking around after dark and peeking thu the windows.
Many times i would be outside the window, masterbateing while Rose was getting it from some man or laying in the bed masterbateing. I sometimes thought she new i was out there watching, i guess she enjoyed it as much as i did. I remeber her telling the boy to go to sleep and he would lay in his bed like he was asleep but of course he was watching all that went on.
There were many times when Rose made it clear that i could have some if i wanted it but i always found some silly excuse to get out of it. I guess I was shy or for whatever reason. I dam sure wanted it but always ran away when it came right down to getting it. Of course i was a virgin at this point, I hadnt even been with Mona yet :).
Anyway, all of this went on for a year or so. Then one day I walked up to Roses bedroom door and there she stood, bare assed naked,and she was just standing there with a big smile on her face. Im sure I only looked for a second or even less, but it seemed like a long time before i just turned around and walked away. And acted like it never happened.
A few days later when Jim left for work I walked into the house and she told me i was fired and had to leave. I forget what she said was the reason, but i new it was because I wouldnt fuck her.
I went to my room and started packing my stuff. As i was packing the boy walked up to my door and yelled, "Pack up your shit and get out"
I remeber looking at him in disbeleif, and feeling sorry for him because he could be influenced so easily by that woman that didnt give a shit about him. And him and I had always been friends.
I hate to say it, but because of the way he was raised, i bet that boy grew up to be a worse hellyen than i was. I bet he grew up full of hate.
Jim had a wife, I think she was 18, and a 10 year old son.Im sure he was in his 40s.
I moved to their place in Haney and lived in a room he had built in his garage.
I soon noticed that many times when JIm left for work his wife ,Rose, Got on the phone and then somebody would come by in a car in pick her up. Or some man friend would come to the house and stay in her bedroom for awhile , then leave.
Sad part was, the boy would be home and he slept in the same bedroom as Rose.
Soon I was sneeking around after dark and peeking thu the windows.
Many times i would be outside the window, masterbateing while Rose was getting it from some man or laying in the bed masterbateing. I sometimes thought she new i was out there watching, i guess she enjoyed it as much as i did. I remeber her telling the boy to go to sleep and he would lay in his bed like he was asleep but of course he was watching all that went on.
There were many times when Rose made it clear that i could have some if i wanted it but i always found some silly excuse to get out of it. I guess I was shy or for whatever reason. I dam sure wanted it but always ran away when it came right down to getting it. Of course i was a virgin at this point, I hadnt even been with Mona yet :).
Anyway, all of this went on for a year or so. Then one day I walked up to Roses bedroom door and there she stood, bare assed naked,and she was just standing there with a big smile on her face. Im sure I only looked for a second or even less, but it seemed like a long time before i just turned around and walked away. And acted like it never happened.
A few days later when Jim left for work I walked into the house and she told me i was fired and had to leave. I forget what she said was the reason, but i new it was because I wouldnt fuck her.
I went to my room and started packing my stuff. As i was packing the boy walked up to my door and yelled, "Pack up your shit and get out"
I remeber looking at him in disbeleif, and feeling sorry for him because he could be influenced so easily by that woman that didnt give a shit about him. And him and I had always been friends.
I hate to say it, but because of the way he was raised, i bet that boy grew up to be a worse hellyen than i was. I bet he grew up full of hate.
My first calf
I was 15, liveing at CCM Ranch (Central City Mission Ranch. boys home ).Sinse I had come to the ranch I had always shwn a dissire to work in the barn and be around the cattle.
One day I was walking across the farm yard when Kieth Hamelton, called at me from the barn. HE waved at me to come on the run, I ran to the barn and there was my faveret cow, laying on the floor trying to push out a baby.
I wacthed in amazement as she pushed and slowly the little cafe started to come out. all i could see was the front feet comeing out and Keith grabed the feet and tryed to help. When the cow pushed ,Keith pulled, soon i could see his nose, then his whole face, a couple more pushes and his head came out, then the rest came out real easy. we dryed him off with a grain sack and he was fine.
I remember it was a boy because a couple months later i wathed pop hagerty casterate him. He was showing me how to do it. The calf was standing and Pop was standing beside him, Pop just leaned over and grab him by the balls. The calf kicked a few times but couldnt kick to the side so Pop was safe. First he cut the sack open with his jackknife, then he pulled the testacals out of the sack one at a time and cut them off.
The calf never did grow very fast and i remembered Pop and the other guys that worked there, talking about how worthless that calf was. But he lived and that was all that mattered to me. I didnt then and dont now have a big desire to have show animals that are in great shape. I just like to have animals.
One day I was walking across the farm yard when Kieth Hamelton, called at me from the barn. HE waved at me to come on the run, I ran to the barn and there was my faveret cow, laying on the floor trying to push out a baby.
I wacthed in amazement as she pushed and slowly the little cafe started to come out. all i could see was the front feet comeing out and Keith grabed the feet and tryed to help. When the cow pushed ,Keith pulled, soon i could see his nose, then his whole face, a couple more pushes and his head came out, then the rest came out real easy. we dryed him off with a grain sack and he was fine.
I remember it was a boy because a couple months later i wathed pop hagerty casterate him. He was showing me how to do it. The calf was standing and Pop was standing beside him, Pop just leaned over and grab him by the balls. The calf kicked a few times but couldnt kick to the side so Pop was safe. First he cut the sack open with his jackknife, then he pulled the testacals out of the sack one at a time and cut them off.
The calf never did grow very fast and i remembered Pop and the other guys that worked there, talking about how worthless that calf was. But he lived and that was all that mattered to me. I didnt then and dont now have a big desire to have show animals that are in great shape. I just like to have animals.
Shot In The Dong"
When i worked for the trucker,Jimmy Hutton, I always seemed to be doing things wrong or fucking up in someway. Everytime i fucked up Jim would tell me i needed a "shot in the dong".
So before long i had a new nick name. "Shot In The Dong"
Jim proberly new i was a virgin and that was what he was refiring to but i just figured i was a fuckup and i kind of liked the name cus I always enjoyed negitive attention.
So before long i had a new nick name. "Shot In The Dong"
Jim proberly new i was a virgin and that was what he was refiring to but i just figured i was a fuckup and i kind of liked the name cus I always enjoyed negitive attention.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
My first woman
I was 19, lived in Harrison Hot Springs where i worked as labourer at the Harrison Hot Springs Hotel.
I somehow ended up at a party in Haney. We were all drinking beer and of course trying to make out with the few girls that were there.
When the party broke up i ended up with one of those girls she had agreed to come to my place and then i would bring her back to Haney. It was at least a 30 mile trip one way.
When we left Baldy ask me to give him a ride home. He lived on the indian reserve at Harrision Mills, which was about halfway to myplace.
Baldy was a pretty big guy with a reputaion for fighting and the like, I sure wasnt gonna tell him no, and to be honest i was kinda proud that he had ask me for a ride.
I had a 52 chevy, i drove and Baldy got in the front seat and the girl got in the back seat.
when we were getting close to the reserve Baldy leaned over and wispered in my ear"Lets rape her". I was shocked and really scared, i figured this indian could take me out any time he pleased. I was afraid to tell him to get out of the car but i sure as hell was not going to rape anybody.
I just kind of ignored him and acted like i never heard him. We drove for a ways then he leaned over and said it again. Again i ignored what he said and kept driveing. WE got to the reserve and i was sweating, not knowing what to expect. Finaly we pulled up the Baldys house and his wife came running out , yelling and sceaming wanting to know where he had been all night.
Baldy got out and i just drove off with the girl. I am sure baldy had done that kind of thing before and I felt lucky to have gotten out of there when we did.
So now i took the girl to my place and we got right into bed. I had never done this before with a woman so im sure i was clumsy as hell and she was no better.
Well at first i thought i was going to break my dick off trying to get it into her. I dout if she was a virgen but it was possible. I finaly did get it into her and it didnt take very long to get finished.
I rolled off of her and lay there on my back with the sheets pulled tight around my neck so the smell wouldnt get out. It was bad,real bad. I remember tasteing salt when i sucked on her boob, she proberly had bathed in no tellen how long.
At 5 AM i got up and drove her home just to get rid of her. Dont remmember her name, likely never did know it. I took her back to Haney and dropped her off on the street, never did see her again, or want to. Neighter one of us enjoyed it one dam bit. I remember thinking "There has to be something better than this ,I hope they dont all smell like this" Yuko
I somehow ended up at a party in Haney. We were all drinking beer and of course trying to make out with the few girls that were there.
When the party broke up i ended up with one of those girls she had agreed to come to my place and then i would bring her back to Haney. It was at least a 30 mile trip one way.
When we left Baldy ask me to give him a ride home. He lived on the indian reserve at Harrision Mills, which was about halfway to myplace.
Baldy was a pretty big guy with a reputaion for fighting and the like, I sure wasnt gonna tell him no, and to be honest i was kinda proud that he had ask me for a ride.
I had a 52 chevy, i drove and Baldy got in the front seat and the girl got in the back seat.
when we were getting close to the reserve Baldy leaned over and wispered in my ear"Lets rape her". I was shocked and really scared, i figured this indian could take me out any time he pleased. I was afraid to tell him to get out of the car but i sure as hell was not going to rape anybody.
I just kind of ignored him and acted like i never heard him. We drove for a ways then he leaned over and said it again. Again i ignored what he said and kept driveing. WE got to the reserve and i was sweating, not knowing what to expect. Finaly we pulled up the Baldys house and his wife came running out , yelling and sceaming wanting to know where he had been all night.
Baldy got out and i just drove off with the girl. I am sure baldy had done that kind of thing before and I felt lucky to have gotten out of there when we did.
So now i took the girl to my place and we got right into bed. I had never done this before with a woman so im sure i was clumsy as hell and she was no better.
Well at first i thought i was going to break my dick off trying to get it into her. I dout if she was a virgen but it was possible. I finaly did get it into her and it didnt take very long to get finished.
I rolled off of her and lay there on my back with the sheets pulled tight around my neck so the smell wouldnt get out. It was bad,real bad. I remember tasteing salt when i sucked on her boob, she proberly had bathed in no tellen how long.
At 5 AM i got up and drove her home just to get rid of her. Dont remmember her name, likely never did know it. I took her back to Haney and dropped her off on the street, never did see her again, or want to. Neighter one of us enjoyed it one dam bit. I remember thinking "There has to be something better than this ,I hope they dont all smell like this" Yuko
Monday, February 14, 2011
My first job
I was 14 and out of school for the summer. I had vacationd in the Okanogan with my family and had developed a real likeing for that part of the country.
One day I just walked off down the road and started hitch hikeing, and someehow or other iI ended up in Penticton.
I slept under a bridge on the main highway. The first morning i woke up there I walked off on a back road that went up into an orchard. I walked the road for awhile, then went into a farm house and knocked on the door. The farmer came to the door and i asked if i cold get a job picking cherries. He hummed and hawed a little bit then said it was a little early but he could use me if i stayed all summer.
I was so excited that i acualy had a job.
The farmer took me out in the orchard, showed me what tree to start on and left me there to pick cherrys.
I grabed handful after handfull ,puting them in a sack and then down the latter to fill boxes (flats)
It didnt take long to get tired of picking cherrys and start wishing i was somewhere else. I kept at it, hateing it more all the time. I had a few flats filled with cherrys when the farmer showed up to see how i was doing.
he looked in the flats and said " O no, These are no good, you pulled them off the stems"
That was when i found out you were suposed to pick cherrys with the stems still attached, because the cherrys spoil real fast if you take the stem off.
So then the farmer showed me how to reach up and pull the cherries off by their stems.
He said he would take the bad cherrys to his road side stand and maybe he could sell them that day or they would have to be thrown away buy the end of the day.
He left me to pick more cherrys (the proper way) and he would be back at lunchtime to check on me.
Well i went back up the latter and started pulling cherrys off by their stems. It took twice as long to pick them this way and i hated it more every minute
It wasnt very long before I was comeing down that latter and walking off thro the orchard, looking for a road to get the hell out of there.
The farmer had said he would give me some money for the cherries he took to the stand but I wanted out of there more than I wanted any money.
So that was the end of my first job. Hired and run off and it wasnt even lunch time yet.
Never did see that farmer again.
One day I just walked off down the road and started hitch hikeing, and someehow or other iI ended up in Penticton.
I slept under a bridge on the main highway. The first morning i woke up there I walked off on a back road that went up into an orchard. I walked the road for awhile, then went into a farm house and knocked on the door. The farmer came to the door and i asked if i cold get a job picking cherries. He hummed and hawed a little bit then said it was a little early but he could use me if i stayed all summer.
I was so excited that i acualy had a job.
The farmer took me out in the orchard, showed me what tree to start on and left me there to pick cherrys.
I grabed handful after handfull ,puting them in a sack and then down the latter to fill boxes (flats)
It didnt take long to get tired of picking cherrys and start wishing i was somewhere else. I kept at it, hateing it more all the time. I had a few flats filled with cherrys when the farmer showed up to see how i was doing.
he looked in the flats and said " O no, These are no good, you pulled them off the stems"
That was when i found out you were suposed to pick cherrys with the stems still attached, because the cherrys spoil real fast if you take the stem off.
So then the farmer showed me how to reach up and pull the cherries off by their stems.
He said he would take the bad cherrys to his road side stand and maybe he could sell them that day or they would have to be thrown away buy the end of the day.
He left me to pick more cherrys (the proper way) and he would be back at lunchtime to check on me.
Well i went back up the latter and started pulling cherrys off by their stems. It took twice as long to pick them this way and i hated it more every minute
It wasnt very long before I was comeing down that latter and walking off thro the orchard, looking for a road to get the hell out of there.
The farmer had said he would give me some money for the cherries he took to the stand but I wanted out of there more than I wanted any money.
So that was the end of my first job. Hired and run off and it wasnt even lunch time yet.
Never did see that farmer again.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Bark on the car
Dave Jackson and I road our bikes to Stanly Park. We road around most of the day thought the park trials and roads. We stopped at the overpass just off the end of the Lions Gate Bridge
As usual we were jut looking for something to do. We stopped on the overpass and watched the cars go by for awhile. Then we started to wonder if we could hit one of those cars if we dropped something at just the right time.
Next thing you know, we are walking into the bush and come back with a huge chunk of bark off the 200 foot high trees in the park. It must have weighd about 100 lbs, cus it took 2 of uss to carry it. Well, we werent that big then, maybe 50 lbs, anyway it was a preety big chunk of bark.
We set it up on the concrte rail over the busyest triffic lane. Then we broke off peacess of bark about the size of our fist and tried to drope them on the cars as they came out from under the bridge.
We couldnt get the timeing right cus the cars were going too fast. So Dave got on the other side of the bridge and yelled when a car was comeing. When he yelled "now" I droped the peace of bark. Missed again. We tried for a long time to hit a car but then tired of the game and decided to go do something else.
Well, we had already hauled that big peace of bark out there and we werent going to just let it sit there on the rail. So, we pushed it over the side.
It seems now, i watched it falling to the road in slow motion and SMASH into the hood of a blue car. I saw the hood cave in and the car went slideing and turning down the road. Tires sceaming with the brakes locking up all four tires. I was amassed that the bark stayed on the smashed in hood till the car stopped. We watched till the car stopped. There was lots of traffic and cars were screching and slideing everywhere trying not to hit each other.
IT all happened in a few seconds. We looked at each other with eyes as big as soccers and ran for our bikes. jumping on at a running start we headed down the road and into the bush at the nearest trial, we pedaled for all we were worth for as long as we could then hide our bikes in the bush and started walking.
WE never did hear anymore about it. WE did worry about it for many days, expecting a cop car to show up at our homes anytime.
We figured we were lucky nobody got hurt, there was a lot of traffic and i dont hink any of those cars hit each other. We always said if we had pushed it off one second later it would have gone thro the windshield of that car and killed the driver.
I even swet a little bit when i think of it today
As usual we were jut looking for something to do. We stopped on the overpass and watched the cars go by for awhile. Then we started to wonder if we could hit one of those cars if we dropped something at just the right time.
Next thing you know, we are walking into the bush and come back with a huge chunk of bark off the 200 foot high trees in the park. It must have weighd about 100 lbs, cus it took 2 of uss to carry it. Well, we werent that big then, maybe 50 lbs, anyway it was a preety big chunk of bark.
We set it up on the concrte rail over the busyest triffic lane. Then we broke off peacess of bark about the size of our fist and tried to drope them on the cars as they came out from under the bridge.
We couldnt get the timeing right cus the cars were going too fast. So Dave got on the other side of the bridge and yelled when a car was comeing. When he yelled "now" I droped the peace of bark. Missed again. We tried for a long time to hit a car but then tired of the game and decided to go do something else.
Well, we had already hauled that big peace of bark out there and we werent going to just let it sit there on the rail. So, we pushed it over the side.
It seems now, i watched it falling to the road in slow motion and SMASH into the hood of a blue car. I saw the hood cave in and the car went slideing and turning down the road. Tires sceaming with the brakes locking up all four tires. I was amassed that the bark stayed on the smashed in hood till the car stopped. We watched till the car stopped. There was lots of traffic and cars were screching and slideing everywhere trying not to hit each other.
IT all happened in a few seconds. We looked at each other with eyes as big as soccers and ran for our bikes. jumping on at a running start we headed down the road and into the bush at the nearest trial, we pedaled for all we were worth for as long as we could then hide our bikes in the bush and started walking.
WE never did hear anymore about it. WE did worry about it for many days, expecting a cop car to show up at our homes anytime.
We figured we were lucky nobody got hurt, there was a lot of traffic and i dont hink any of those cars hit each other. We always said if we had pushed it off one second later it would have gone thro the windshield of that car and killed the driver.
I even swet a little bit when i think of it today
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Overnight in Stanley Park
Rick and I spent the day in Stanley Park, we loved it there and there was always stuff to see and do.
This time we decided we were going to stay in the park overnight. We were about ten years old. We walked around the park till way after dark. We new we were in trouble when we heard the nine oclock gun. Rick was always suposed to be home when the nine oclock gun went off.
The nine oclock gun was a cannon in Stanly Park that fired every night at nine oclock. It could be heard over most of the Vancouver area. i asume it is still there but im sure now i will be fired by a computer.
We decided we would sleep in one of the many garden areas near Lost Lugon. We were walking around near the road when a car pulled over and a uy came over to talk to us. Before we knew it we were sitting in a undercover police car and luckily the guy was a undercover cop.
Many kids have gone to Stanley Park and never been seen alive again.
The cop called our parents and we had to wait for them to come and pick us up. i remember mom pulling up in our 52 chevy. and Ricks dad picked him up.
This time we decided we were going to stay in the park overnight. We were about ten years old. We walked around the park till way after dark. We new we were in trouble when we heard the nine oclock gun. Rick was always suposed to be home when the nine oclock gun went off.
The nine oclock gun was a cannon in Stanly Park that fired every night at nine oclock. It could be heard over most of the Vancouver area. i asume it is still there but im sure now i will be fired by a computer.
We decided we would sleep in one of the many garden areas near Lost Lugon. We were walking around near the road when a car pulled over and a uy came over to talk to us. Before we knew it we were sitting in a undercover police car and luckily the guy was a undercover cop.
Many kids have gone to Stanley Park and never been seen alive again.
The cop called our parents and we had to wait for them to come and pick us up. i remember mom pulling up in our 52 chevy. and Ricks dad picked him up.
Horseshoe Bay, inocents lost
When we were older, teenagers or close to it, We went to Horseshoe Bay. Dont remember how we got there ,by bus ot hitch hikeing.
This time we went swiming alright but not just at the beach. We went in at the beach, but then with fins and snorcels we swam out to where small pleasure boats were ancored in the bay.
We swam to the back side of the boats and climbed on board and rumaged thro all the stuff on the boat. and we stole whatever we could carry back to shore. On one boat i found a tackelbox full of tackel and tools, I got it over the side and and started swimming to shore, the lid was locked so it mostly flooted and was easy to swim with, as the air leaked out of it , it got heavyer and heavyer, I tryed for all i was worth but it kept sinking and pulling me underwater. Finally i had to let it go and watch it sink to the bottom.
I dont know how we got away with all that as anybody watching from the beach could see what we were up to. we never did get much of value , it was more about just getting away with it.
This time we went swiming alright but not just at the beach. We went in at the beach, but then with fins and snorcels we swam out to where small pleasure boats were ancored in the bay.
We swam to the back side of the boats and climbed on board and rumaged thro all the stuff on the boat. and we stole whatever we could carry back to shore. On one boat i found a tackelbox full of tackel and tools, I got it over the side and and started swimming to shore, the lid was locked so it mostly flooted and was easy to swim with, as the air leaked out of it , it got heavyer and heavyer, I tryed for all i was worth but it kept sinking and pulling me underwater. Finally i had to let it go and watch it sink to the bottom.
I dont know how we got away with all that as anybody watching from the beach could see what we were up to. we never did get much of value , it was more about just getting away with it.
Horseshoe Bay,the inocent days
When we were little kids, our dad took us fishing at Horseshoe Bay in West Vancouver. We would swim at the beach and Dad would rent a small boat, we called it a put put, It was not much bigger than a row boat and had a small inboard motor. Dad had a big ole rod and real with a big flasher. He would trol for salmon. I dont remember him ever catching one but it was fun to ride in the boat and of course we had our little fishing rods that we played with and also didnt catch much. The only fish i remember was one my brother Tom, almost caught. Tom had his line troleing behind the boat when he got a bite. It was a big one and we were all excited as Tom tried to real it in. He tried for what seemed like a long time and then Dad took the line and started pulling the fish in. He got it close to the boat, I could see it flashing in the water as it fought the line. I saw it come pretty close to the surfas and remember thinking it wasnt a salmon because its belly was white, not
silver like a salmon.
Anyway it fought the line for awhile and then it got away. We thought the line had snapped.
I remember Dad bringing in the line and looked at it where it had suposedly broken. Dad didnt say anything but wwhen i looked at the line i could tell it hadnt broken but had come untied. Dad had tied the hook on the line and i rembered him telling Tom that he wou;ld tie it because Tom didnt know how.
I said "look, it didnt break it came untied because dad had cut the line to short"
Dad kind of ignored what i said and then mom said something to smoth it over and change the subject.
I hate to say it but i think my brother Tom kind of got a raw deal from our dad sometimes. I guess , even when we were little
Anyway we all had fun on the put put fishing trip and told the story of the big fish that broke the line for a long time afterwords.
silver like a salmon.
Anyway it fought the line for awhile and then it got away. We thought the line had snapped.
I remember Dad bringing in the line and looked at it where it had suposedly broken. Dad didnt say anything but wwhen i looked at the line i could tell it hadnt broken but had come untied. Dad had tied the hook on the line and i rembered him telling Tom that he wou;ld tie it because Tom didnt know how.
I said "look, it didnt break it came untied because dad had cut the line to short"
Dad kind of ignored what i said and then mom said something to smoth it over and change the subject.
I hate to say it but i think my brother Tom kind of got a raw deal from our dad sometimes. I guess , even when we were little
Anyway we all had fun on the put put fishing trip and told the story of the big fish that broke the line for a long time afterwords.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Picking my nose
At the same intersection where i looked at the woman and ran into the truck, some time latter.
I pulled up in the line at the red light. I was sitting there minding my own business, had just come from work and had some dried cement in my nose. ( I was a bricklayer)
I think i had my finger into my nose up to the first knuckle when i looked beside me and there was a kid looking at me. He punched his buddy on the shoulder and pointed at me.
We all laughed like hell and went on our way .
I pulled up in the line at the red light. I was sitting there minding my own business, had just come from work and had some dried cement in my nose. ( I was a bricklayer)
I think i had my finger into my nose up to the first knuckle when i looked beside me and there was a kid looking at me. He punched his buddy on the shoulder and pointed at me.
We all laughed like hell and went on our way .
CRASH
In my 30's i was a woman chaser. Not sure why, except all the usual reasons, I think it was mostly just a silly ego trip.
One day i pulled up behind another pickup stopped at a red light.
A car pulled up beside me and the driver was a good looking woman. She didn't like me looking at her so she pulled ahead to get out of my line of sight.
When she pulled ahead I thought the light had changed. With my eyes still on the woman i stepped on the gas to take off. CRASH, I slammed into the pickup in front of me.
Of course the gal thought that was funny as hell and started laughing. And when I thought about what i had done I laughed also and that was just the time when the driver of the pickup walked up to my window. He was already mad and when he saw that i thought it was funny he really got mad. I didn't even get out of my truck, i just asked him if there was any damage. He looked his truck over and decided there was no damage because i had my spare tire hanging on the front of my truck and it was the tire that hit his bumper. He was madder than a hatter, called me "asshole" and got back in his truck.
Later that day i got a call from the RCMP, they told me they got him cooled down and were just checking to see if there was no damage.
I never heard from the police or the guy again, but i bet that woman still laughs about it . And so do I
One day i pulled up behind another pickup stopped at a red light.
A car pulled up beside me and the driver was a good looking woman. She didn't like me looking at her so she pulled ahead to get out of my line of sight.
When she pulled ahead I thought the light had changed. With my eyes still on the woman i stepped on the gas to take off. CRASH, I slammed into the pickup in front of me.
Of course the gal thought that was funny as hell and started laughing. And when I thought about what i had done I laughed also and that was just the time when the driver of the pickup walked up to my window. He was already mad and when he saw that i thought it was funny he really got mad. I didn't even get out of my truck, i just asked him if there was any damage. He looked his truck over and decided there was no damage because i had my spare tire hanging on the front of my truck and it was the tire that hit his bumper. He was madder than a hatter, called me "asshole" and got back in his truck.
Later that day i got a call from the RCMP, they told me they got him cooled down and were just checking to see if there was no damage.
I never heard from the police or the guy again, but i bet that woman still laughs about it . And so do I
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sawed off rifle
I guess about age 12 or so. I had a 22 rifle, no idea where it came from.
Those were the days of Steve McQueen on TV, I think it was called Bounty Hunter. HE had a sawed off shotgun that he carried in a holster. I was impressed, so i decided I would have a sawed off gun also.
It was a single shot 22, i sawed a peace off the barrel, then a peace off the stock, then another peace off the barrel, then removed the stock altogether, then cut another peace off the barrel. In the end i had a peace of the barrel and the bolt and the trigger left :). It was about 6 inches long.
It still fired a bullet, but as the barrel was about 2 inches long it didn't have very much power, although I'm sure we could have killed our selves playing around with it. Its a wounder nobody got hurt.
Ive been in touch with my buddy rick from back in those days and now some 50 years latter he remembers shooting that gun in our basement and he recalls thinking about it the next day and how dangerous it was.
i remember carrying it around in my pocket and shooting at anything the looked like a target, bottles were the best, loved to see them smash into peaces. I'm sure we broke some windows with it also.
I remember shooting at the street light on the corner of 12th street and Sutherland ave. when it was dark i would shoot at the light and the bullet went so slow i could see it going thew the air and bouncing off the light. i shot few bullets at it that bounced of then threw a rock and smashed it to peaces. that happened many times over the years. Never did get caught
Those were the days of Steve McQueen on TV, I think it was called Bounty Hunter. HE had a sawed off shotgun that he carried in a holster. I was impressed, so i decided I would have a sawed off gun also.
It was a single shot 22, i sawed a peace off the barrel, then a peace off the stock, then another peace off the barrel, then removed the stock altogether, then cut another peace off the barrel. In the end i had a peace of the barrel and the bolt and the trigger left :). It was about 6 inches long.
It still fired a bullet, but as the barrel was about 2 inches long it didn't have very much power, although I'm sure we could have killed our selves playing around with it. Its a wounder nobody got hurt.
Ive been in touch with my buddy rick from back in those days and now some 50 years latter he remembers shooting that gun in our basement and he recalls thinking about it the next day and how dangerous it was.
i remember carrying it around in my pocket and shooting at anything the looked like a target, bottles were the best, loved to see them smash into peaces. I'm sure we broke some windows with it also.
I remember shooting at the street light on the corner of 12th street and Sutherland ave. when it was dark i would shoot at the light and the bullet went so slow i could see it going thew the air and bouncing off the light. i shot few bullets at it that bounced of then threw a rock and smashed it to peaces. that happened many times over the years. Never did get caught
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Footprints in the bank
Late 1960s,Sherwood Park,Edmonton,Alberta.
It was in the first days of my brick contracting business.
In those days i didn't have a mud mixer, mixed all the mud by hand. I had learned this trick from Ope and Opey, bricklayers i had worked for as a helper. I made a mud box put the sand and cement in the open box and then jumped in and stomped around the mix up the mud.
This day i was mixing black mud, put in the black color, and jump in stomping around in the mud till it got all mixed in an even color.
It was freezing at the time and of course a lot of mud frozen on my boots. In this case it was black mud
In the middle of the day i had to go to the bank. I jumped in my truck and headed to the bank. While sitting in the truck the heat thawed the black mud on my boots.
i arrived at the bank jumped out of the truck and went into the bank, i walked all the way across the bank to the teller and did my business and as i turned to leave i saw where i had come in the bank and there was a trial of black footprints coming from the door right to me. I didn't look around to see who was watching me, i just put my head down and walked strait for the door, leaving another set of footprints behind me.
As I was going out the door i looked back and could see every step i had made in the bank. I didn't waste any time getting to my truck and getting to hell out of there.
How i hate that negative attention :(
It was in the first days of my brick contracting business.
In those days i didn't have a mud mixer, mixed all the mud by hand. I had learned this trick from Ope and Opey, bricklayers i had worked for as a helper. I made a mud box put the sand and cement in the open box and then jumped in and stomped around the mix up the mud.
This day i was mixing black mud, put in the black color, and jump in stomping around in the mud till it got all mixed in an even color.
It was freezing at the time and of course a lot of mud frozen on my boots. In this case it was black mud
In the middle of the day i had to go to the bank. I jumped in my truck and headed to the bank. While sitting in the truck the heat thawed the black mud on my boots.
i arrived at the bank jumped out of the truck and went into the bank, i walked all the way across the bank to the teller and did my business and as i turned to leave i saw where i had come in the bank and there was a trial of black footprints coming from the door right to me. I didn't look around to see who was watching me, i just put my head down and walked strait for the door, leaving another set of footprints behind me.
As I was going out the door i looked back and could see every step i had made in the bank. I didn't waste any time getting to my truck and getting to hell out of there.
How i hate that negative attention :(
Monday, January 17, 2011
Strange stuff 2
Punkin wanted me to have everything i wished for. I had to be carefull what i wished for, as my wish may come true
I ounce told her i thought hege hogs were neat little animals, we had seen them on TV.
Sometime later I came home to find a hedgehog in a cage on the table. It was mine:)
I ounce told punkin i had seen a movie when i was a kid. The charge at Feather River , and as we watch the westerns chanle i said( maybe oneday they will show that movie. It was the first movie i called the best movie i had ever seen.
low amd behold, about 2 months later, there it was on the westerns channel.
I ounce told her i thought hege hogs were neat little animals, we had seen them on TV.
Sometime later I came home to find a hedgehog in a cage on the table. It was mine:)
I ounce told punkin i had seen a movie when i was a kid. The charge at Feather River , and as we watch the westerns chanle i said( maybe oneday they will show that movie. It was the first movie i called the best movie i had ever seen.
low amd behold, about 2 months later, there it was on the westerns channel.
Strange stuff happens
In 2000 my wife was killed in a car wreck.
The night before she died,her and i were going to Gainesville in her Cadillac. She was driving. The condition of the roads was very bad. There were potholes everywhere u looked. Punkin ( my wife) was driving all over the road to try and miss the potholes. Steering from one side of the road to the other. Some of those potholes were deep and you could easily damage your car if you hit them.
I didn't usually back seat drive , but this time i told her to go the other way to work in the morning. I said" You will get yourself killed trying to miss all these potholes
The next morning she got up and left for work, the last thing i heard was ( I love u Punkin) and i answered . ( I love u Punkin) We always called each other Punkin
Just like i had told her the night before she took the long way around to work.
She was about half way to work ( going the other way ,as i had told her.)
I'm sure she was listening to her funny songs she had recorded for her grand kids. she would have been happy and singing along with the CD player.
she was going up a hill and a car came over the top of the hill, doing 79 mph on the wrong side of the road. It was a supped up race car and she died instantly on impact.
The driver of the race car also died, turned out i knew the kid driving the car that killed her
i had met him many years before, in the early eighties, God and i were at his moms place helping out with some horse business.
I remember walking across the gravel driveway and there was a kid , maybe 10 years old., doing wheelies and racing up and down the driveway on little orange tractor, or maybe a 4 wheeler.
As I crossed the driveway the kid drove that machine up to me (nearly hitting me) and said ( watch this" as he did some wheelie or some race trick.
He did his wheelie and came back and asked me if i thought it was neat.
I told him," you shouldn't be doing that someday you might hurt or kill somebody doing that.
Many years latter, i think he was twenty four at the time, he killed himself and my wife with his race car.
A witness said the kid was following him, and had backed off to get up some speed to pass, He went by so fast the driver didn't even see him till he was passed, then he went over the hill on the wrong side of the road.
Police say he died in the back seat, I think he still alive when the police arrived , but just barely alive and died soon after.
At the time of impact he had been sitting on a Racine harness. His mother couldn't make him stop driving the race car so she told him" Ill buy you a racing harness if you promise to wear it."
Strange stuff huh?
The night before she died,her and i were going to Gainesville in her Cadillac. She was driving. The condition of the roads was very bad. There were potholes everywhere u looked. Punkin ( my wife) was driving all over the road to try and miss the potholes. Steering from one side of the road to the other. Some of those potholes were deep and you could easily damage your car if you hit them.
I didn't usually back seat drive , but this time i told her to go the other way to work in the morning. I said" You will get yourself killed trying to miss all these potholes
The next morning she got up and left for work, the last thing i heard was ( I love u Punkin) and i answered . ( I love u Punkin) We always called each other Punkin
Just like i had told her the night before she took the long way around to work.
She was about half way to work ( going the other way ,as i had told her.)
I'm sure she was listening to her funny songs she had recorded for her grand kids. she would have been happy and singing along with the CD player.
she was going up a hill and a car came over the top of the hill, doing 79 mph on the wrong side of the road. It was a supped up race car and she died instantly on impact.
The driver of the race car also died, turned out i knew the kid driving the car that killed her
i had met him many years before, in the early eighties, God and i were at his moms place helping out with some horse business.
I remember walking across the gravel driveway and there was a kid , maybe 10 years old., doing wheelies and racing up and down the driveway on little orange tractor, or maybe a 4 wheeler.
As I crossed the driveway the kid drove that machine up to me (nearly hitting me) and said ( watch this" as he did some wheelie or some race trick.
He did his wheelie and came back and asked me if i thought it was neat.
I told him," you shouldn't be doing that someday you might hurt or kill somebody doing that.
Many years latter, i think he was twenty four at the time, he killed himself and my wife with his race car.
A witness said the kid was following him, and had backed off to get up some speed to pass, He went by so fast the driver didn't even see him till he was passed, then he went over the hill on the wrong side of the road.
Police say he died in the back seat, I think he still alive when the police arrived , but just barely alive and died soon after.
At the time of impact he had been sitting on a Racine harness. His mother couldn't make him stop driving the race car so she told him" Ill buy you a racing harness if you promise to wear it."
Strange stuff huh?
Saturday, January 15, 2011
My earliest memorys
I have always thought my earliest memory was of me being held in my mothers arms on 12th street, 762 east 12th street. North Van.
Jimmy Nickle had bought a new car and he was showing it to Mom and her sisters.
Jimmy made some kind of joke and when everybody laughed, I laughed even harder.
Then everybody thought it was funny that i was laughing so hard when there was no way i could have understood the joke.
I remember Jimmy Nickle poking his finger at me and asking "What was i laughing about?" I remember turning red and being very embarrassed
The only thing that doesn't make sense about this memory is, I have a memory of that new car in my mind, it was a 1957 Chevy. i remember the yellow color and the white color on the side of the tail fins. If this was so it had to be in 1957 or at least 1956. That would make me at least 10 or 11 years old. What was I doing in my mothers arms at that age? I do remember being called mamas boy, nut i think being carried around at ten years old is a little much.
But i do have the picture of that chevy in my memory, O well. i guess memories can get changed and exaggerated over the years.
i remember 1957 was centennial year in BC, i remember Century SAM being painted like graffiti all over the sidewalks downtown,
I remember Dave Jackson ,my brother and I, running up and down Lonsdale Ave, the main street in North Van, with rolled up newspapers burning like torches.
We would use them as swords for fighting each other , there was sparks and fire flying everywhere
Sadly my last memory of Jimmy Nickel was many years latter when i had come to North Van for a visit. I guess i was in my twenties then, I was walking thru a bar on third street and i recognised Ole Jimmy Nickle sitting at a table by himself and he looked pretty drunk. I hadn't seen him since i was a kid, and i guess i was a little embarrassed, so i never did say anything to him, just kept on walking. Till this day i wish i had stopped and talked to him that dad.
On that same trip thro the bar i also recognised Kenny Rodgers.HE was a kid from 3rd street that i had spent time in reform school with. He was now the bar tender in this third street bar. i also didn't say anything to him as he looked at me and i could tell he did not recognise me.
It would be interesting to take a trip back to North Vancouver now that i am in my 60s but i am sure i would not find one person i new
I don't think i will ever return there, but i guess there is aways the possibility. Most of my life i liked to travel everywhere, but now i am quite content to stay home here on the farm in Valley View TX.
Jimmy Nickle had bought a new car and he was showing it to Mom and her sisters.
Jimmy made some kind of joke and when everybody laughed, I laughed even harder.
Then everybody thought it was funny that i was laughing so hard when there was no way i could have understood the joke.
I remember Jimmy Nickle poking his finger at me and asking "What was i laughing about?" I remember turning red and being very embarrassed
The only thing that doesn't make sense about this memory is, I have a memory of that new car in my mind, it was a 1957 Chevy. i remember the yellow color and the white color on the side of the tail fins. If this was so it had to be in 1957 or at least 1956. That would make me at least 10 or 11 years old. What was I doing in my mothers arms at that age? I do remember being called mamas boy, nut i think being carried around at ten years old is a little much.
But i do have the picture of that chevy in my memory, O well. i guess memories can get changed and exaggerated over the years.
i remember 1957 was centennial year in BC, i remember Century SAM being painted like graffiti all over the sidewalks downtown,
I remember Dave Jackson ,my brother and I, running up and down Lonsdale Ave, the main street in North Van, with rolled up newspapers burning like torches.
We would use them as swords for fighting each other , there was sparks and fire flying everywhere
Sadly my last memory of Jimmy Nickel was many years latter when i had come to North Van for a visit. I guess i was in my twenties then, I was walking thru a bar on third street and i recognised Ole Jimmy Nickle sitting at a table by himself and he looked pretty drunk. I hadn't seen him since i was a kid, and i guess i was a little embarrassed, so i never did say anything to him, just kept on walking. Till this day i wish i had stopped and talked to him that dad.
On that same trip thro the bar i also recognised Kenny Rodgers.HE was a kid from 3rd street that i had spent time in reform school with. He was now the bar tender in this third street bar. i also didn't say anything to him as he looked at me and i could tell he did not recognise me.
It would be interesting to take a trip back to North Vancouver now that i am in my 60s but i am sure i would not find one person i new
I don't think i will ever return there, but i guess there is aways the possibility. Most of my life i liked to travel everywhere, but now i am quite content to stay home here on the farm in Valley View TX.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
The beginining of goats
HE had been here for a month or so and it was time for him to go back to Canada and his life there.
While I was out on the farm somewhere, he told Punkin,(my wife ) he needed to take the pickup and the trailer for awhile and he would be back.
When i came to the house i saw the truck and trailer were gone and asked Punkin where they were, She said , "O Percy said he need them to go somewhere i don't know where he went. I was a little concerned but more curious than anything.
Anyway , after awhile here comes Perc back with the truck and trailer. I asked : where u been man?" He said" got something for u man, look in the trailer"
I looked in the trailer and there were 3 goats :). I said"What in hell am i gonna do with goats"
He said "Well, you got everything else i thought you could use some goats too"
I really had no idea what i was going to do with them, we put them in a pen by the barn and i thought they were kinda neat but figured they were just pets.
Anyway i thanked The Boy for the going away gift and still had no idea what i was going to do with those goats
Some time latter one of them went missing, it was gone for 4 or 5 days, i figured maybe somebody had stolen it as there was no way for it to get out
Several days latter i heard i noise in the barn and found that goat tucked down in a hole between the hay bales, it had fallen in there and couldn't get out. It was a wonder it didn't die in there, no food or water for several days and it was tucked in where it couldn't move.
That was the beginning, several years later i was knee deep in goats and at one time had over 900 head :)
Friday, January 7, 2011
Im a goat farmer
At present i have about 100 head of goats. Most are Boer cross. I buy small goats at auction an sell at the same auction when they have gained weight.
DO i make money? Hell no.
Ive been in the goat business for about 10 years. Have spend over $100,000 on goats and never made any overall profit.
At one time i had over 900 head. i bought does and bred them. raised the kids and sold them at about 50 lbs.
I now buy them about 30 lbs. I found that raising kids was a loosing situation, with the cost of feed and medicine (mostly wormer) and rate of deaths
I have known many goat farmers over the years and learned that most, if not all of always seemed to have goats dieing for no apparent reason, as did I
I used to get bulk grain delivered by the ton, i got a good price on it even tho it was hauled some 1000 miles. it seemed like i always had a few sick goats and many died. Big and small.
I found out that other farmers had the same problem, they all fed grain
I know many farmers who sent the dead to labs to determine the cause of death. the answer from the lab was always the same. i sent many myself to the lab, the results were always the same. Inconclusive.........
In the last few years i have fed only pasture and hay. feeding alfalfa for protean rather than grain.
my death rate in the last year out of approximately 100 head has been, one goat got trampled by a horse, 3 or 4 were put down because of pink eye. ( i should have checked them more often) and one kid died of unknown cause. The kid was fed grain by my neighbour, unknown to me
DO i make money? Hell no.
Ive been in the goat business for about 10 years. Have spend over $100,000 on goats and never made any overall profit.
At one time i had over 900 head. i bought does and bred them. raised the kids and sold them at about 50 lbs.
I now buy them about 30 lbs. I found that raising kids was a loosing situation, with the cost of feed and medicine (mostly wormer) and rate of deaths
I have known many goat farmers over the years and learned that most, if not all of always seemed to have goats dieing for no apparent reason, as did I
I used to get bulk grain delivered by the ton, i got a good price on it even tho it was hauled some 1000 miles. it seemed like i always had a few sick goats and many died. Big and small.
I found out that other farmers had the same problem, they all fed grain
I know many farmers who sent the dead to labs to determine the cause of death. the answer from the lab was always the same. i sent many myself to the lab, the results were always the same. Inconclusive.........
In the last few years i have fed only pasture and hay. feeding alfalfa for protean rather than grain.
my death rate in the last year out of approximately 100 head has been, one goat got trampled by a horse, 3 or 4 were put down because of pink eye. ( i should have checked them more often) and one kid died of unknown cause. The kid was fed grain by my neighbour, unknown to me
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Broken nose
Age 12 or so.
Brother Tom, Dave Jackson and I were playing floor hockey in the gym of a local church. We weren't supposed to be in there but had gotten in after Dave had played a game with a team he was on . Dave was the athlete of the bunch. belonged to the school teams and little league and any sports he could get into. He was good at the pole vault and always had us trying to do it, but I usually failed miserably.
Anyway we were playing floor hockey and Dave was about to make a shot on the goal. HE had his stick way out to his right side, i ran up beside him on his left side. he swung for all he was worth, the stick coming all the way around and caught me on the bridge of the nose. I was just the right distance away to catch the full force of the end of the stick.
i when down on the floor, i was stunned, got to my knees, my hands on my face, i pulled my hands away from my face and saw blood everywhere. somebody came with a t shirt and in seconds it was soaked with blood. i hollerd bloody murder and Tom and Dave took me to the bathroom and somehow the blood slowed down a little. by the time i got home how i was covered in blood and mom had a fit when she saw me. i was hurting like hell but i still enjoyed all that attention.
Mom took me to the hospital next day and doctor stuffed my nose full of bandage. i guess that how they keep the broken peaces in line till it heals.
The worst part of the whole ordeal was when i went back to the doc, and he pulled all of that bandage material out of my nose. doc kept pulling it out of my nose, at the time it seemed there was a mile of gauze in there.
The gauze did the job and my nose healed up pretty much the way it was supposed to. i can still feel a small bump on the bridge of my nose were it was broken but its not really visible
That was the only bone in my body i have ever broken. I never did get a cast on my arm :( like i always wanted :)
Well, i think i did get some bones broken in my foot or feet from horses stepping on them, but never did go to doc about it, so if they were broken they healed up with no help from doc.
Brother Tom, Dave Jackson and I were playing floor hockey in the gym of a local church. We weren't supposed to be in there but had gotten in after Dave had played a game with a team he was on . Dave was the athlete of the bunch. belonged to the school teams and little league and any sports he could get into. He was good at the pole vault and always had us trying to do it, but I usually failed miserably.
Anyway we were playing floor hockey and Dave was about to make a shot on the goal. HE had his stick way out to his right side, i ran up beside him on his left side. he swung for all he was worth, the stick coming all the way around and caught me on the bridge of the nose. I was just the right distance away to catch the full force of the end of the stick.
i when down on the floor, i was stunned, got to my knees, my hands on my face, i pulled my hands away from my face and saw blood everywhere. somebody came with a t shirt and in seconds it was soaked with blood. i hollerd bloody murder and Tom and Dave took me to the bathroom and somehow the blood slowed down a little. by the time i got home how i was covered in blood and mom had a fit when she saw me. i was hurting like hell but i still enjoyed all that attention.
Mom took me to the hospital next day and doctor stuffed my nose full of bandage. i guess that how they keep the broken peaces in line till it heals.
The worst part of the whole ordeal was when i went back to the doc, and he pulled all of that bandage material out of my nose. doc kept pulling it out of my nose, at the time it seemed there was a mile of gauze in there.
The gauze did the job and my nose healed up pretty much the way it was supposed to. i can still feel a small bump on the bridge of my nose were it was broken but its not really visible
That was the only bone in my body i have ever broken. I never did get a cast on my arm :( like i always wanted :)
Well, i think i did get some bones broken in my foot or feet from horses stepping on them, but never did go to doc about it, so if they were broken they healed up with no help from doc.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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