tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84713614791732059902024-03-18T20:30:45.091-07:00johngrovesjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-9719051991885215242012-03-16T04:23:00.000-07:002012-03-16T04:23:06.791-07:00what girls wont doi have a hat i call my girl catcher . girls in texas , and i guess elsewhere, always fall for guys wearing a cowboy hat. i also had an ols work hat, cowboy hat , been wearing it for 19 years , dirty , hat band rotted away, all grungy and nasty looking. i really loved that hat.<br />
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im heading out to the bar , i take off my old hat put it on the desk and put on my girl catcher. gone to the bar for dinner.<br />
come back a couple hours later, hang my girl catcher on the nail and go to bed., next morning i go to put on my work hat and cant find it. over the next few days a spend a few hours looking for the hat , it nowhere to be found. im starting to think maybe somebody came in my house and stole it. i have suspictions but no proof. i have been fighting with xgf for some time now and im thinking maaybe she would just cuz she knows how i love that old greasy hat.<br />
a week or so goes by, i have a date , im on my way out to the date and decide i better get my penis pump ready just in case the new date wants to come to the farm. i open the desk drawer and no pump, its gone . the first thing out of my mouth was ,,that fing bitch ,, cuz i knew the xgf had taken the hat and the pump. as i was cussing i also had to laugh , dont ever think i thought she wasnt smart . lol , she had over a barrel now. <br />
i went to the date, and took her antiuque shaopping instead of asking her to the farm. i also canceled 2 other dates as it was on friday and no way to replace the pump till monday or tuesday. i bet the xgf still luaghs about that.<br />
kind of like when she contacted me with a different id and a pic of her sister, made a date with me 30 miles away, then drove by to see me sitting , waiting for the date that was really her . lol gotta give her credit, that was a classic. i should have known better. hell ive been on yahoo mesenger for over 10 years and i thought this was my first date from there . lol, silly mejohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-40620577249025702432012-03-09T19:31:00.000-08:002012-03-09T19:31:31.982-08:00500 dollar dogone afternoon i came out of my house and heard my neighhbour, larry , talking to a woman in the yard. she was crying and carrying on about how she had lost her little dog . he sneaked out of the house and ran off, just a mile up the road. she was really upset and said shed pay 500 bucks to anyone who found him. jokeingly i said, hell for 500 bucks ill find him ,, she said yes do it and ill give 500.<br />
i had no intention of looking for the dog and just wanted to get away for all the camotion she was causeing. i turned to walk away and as i turned i saw somethimg move in the field across the street. i pointed, said ,500 bucks , there he is. and sure enough here comes the little dog looking for his mama. i guess he heard all the camotion and recognised her voice. anyway the lady was all haapy to see her dog and started crying and called her daughter who rushed over to the siene and they all carried on like it was the second comeing.<br />
i turned to walk away and as i did i told larry, get the check and ill split it with you, then jumped in my truck and got out of there . sometime later i returned home and larry met me in the yard and gave me half of the 500 bucks. i couldnt beleave she had payed, but i guess she was so happy to get her dog back,, ooo well, easy money :) and happy lady.<br />
good nite blog :)johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-68836942118720573862012-03-09T19:20:00.000-08:002012-03-09T19:20:05.343-08:00single againwell i guess it no secret that im single again. have been for about 3 mobths now. had a little fight with the gf and it was over.<br />
seems its not really bad being alone anymore. most of the time im a pretty happy camper. have lots of things to do on the farm to keep me busy and most of it i really enjoy.<br />
still miss the female company of course and would be nice to find the right gal just to share life with. its nice to share the simple things that happen everyday.<br />
dont seem to have much stress or deprestion in my life these days. retired, dont have to work, have good income from the farm rentals to do whatever i want to do. i just built a new cabin to rent out , got it all finished and rented now have that much more income.<br />
the goats always seemed to be a big expence and of course always waiting for the profit from goat sales, but i dont think there ever was any real profit. i lived off of it for several years but mostly it was just an expence with not much return.<br />
so i now have 12 goats and one pig, just enough to keep things interesting :) lots of grass and all the animals are fat.<br />
been doing dinner at the brick strret taveren in town last few weeks. a internet date took me that one night and it sseemed like a nice place so i been going back ever since. i just have dinner and hang out for awhile befor i leave , sometimes run into people i know. good to see them and sometime spend a little time. i dont do any booze , the alcohol would ruin my diet , and mostly just dont want to drink anymore. would be fine with me if i never had another hangover. guess i havent been drinking for 10 years or so now. and dont miss it one dam bit . must admit i did have a lot of good times drinkin, but i think people dont seem to remember all the bad times drinking, the many nights sitting alone in the bar till closeing , then trieing to figure out how in hell to get home without driveing or ending up in jail.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-23069038341605155492012-03-09T15:14:00.000-08:002012-03-09T15:14:33.535-08:00here i sitwhat can i say :)<br />
all pastures rented out, renter moveing from house , will find another. colected his check today, he doesnt know it yet . hes waiting for the bank to cclose before he pays me. doesnt know i already got the money from the bank.<br />
so all is well in valley view.<br />
couple days ago i lit a fire to clean fence line , called the sheriff to ley them know i was burning. 10 minutes later i heard sirenes. thought well shit here comes the fire department.<br />
wrong . some guy was shot bye the cops on his motor cycle, heard he stole it. then he ran off in the woods. took a few hours to find him. i heard helicopter looking for him. some say the guy killed somebody in pineer valley, other say he just stole the motor cycle.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-46285422700170141262012-02-26T05:33:00.001-08:002012-02-26T05:33:27.928-08:00front page storyi put a classified add in the local paper to rent out one of my cabins. lyles cabin :)<br />
before the ad came out in the paper i got a call from ohio, rodger said he was comeing to gainesville for a new job and was looking for a place to stay. couple days later rodger shows up at the farm to check out lyles cabin, as he was looking it over he told me how impressed he was with the way i had rebuilt this old rv into a pretty nice little cabin. he seemed so impressed with my building( which i thought was no big deal) i told him he should go bye and see my brick horsehead at the ranch. he did<br />
it turned out the job rodger had come to fill in gainesville was the editor of the gainesville Daily Register, out local daily newspaper. couple days later he send a repeorter out to interview me and they put the story on the front page of the sunday paper . ill try to attachthe story here, if i can figure how:)<br />
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Bricklayer John Groves, above, relaxes in the grass with his Great Pyrenees, Bebé, and Hampshire pig, Oreo. Groves built the brick horse head, below, at E.T. “Ernie” Chrustawka’s Par 3 Ranch near Interstate 35 in Gainesville. The horse head, completed in 1981, is the iconic centerpiece at the ranch entrance. Staff photo by Delania Trigg<br />
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The Brick Artist <br />
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Designs just happened for bricklayer<br />
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By Delania Trigg, Register Staff Writer Gainesville Daily Register <br />
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The unassuming artisan also built one of the county’s most recognizable landmarks — the 30-foot brick horse head at the Par 3 Ranch on Interstate 35.<br />
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Groves came to Cooke County from Canada in 1981 to complete the project for his friend and ranch owner E.T. “Ernie” Chrustawka.<br />
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“When he bought the ranch he said he wanted to build something that would attract attention from the highway,” Groves said.<br />
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When he became a bricklayer, Groves said he wasn’t planning to hone his skills for artistic endeavors.<br />
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“I wanted to be a bricklayer to make a living,” Groves said. “I’ve been laying bricks all my life. I taught myself. I never had an apprenticeship or anything. I just started doing it myself and I learned the hard way.”<br />
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He was living Edmonton in the Canadian province of Alberta when Chrustawka approached him about building an elaborate entry for his Par 3 Ranch in Texas.<br />
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“I was in Canada at the time and Ernie said he’d be back in Edmonton in a few weeks,” he said. Chrustawka asked his friend to come up with a design for the ranch.<br />
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“Ernie said, ‘I don’t know what I need but just think about something,’” Groves said. “A couple of days later I woke my wife up in the middle of the night and I said, ‘I know what I’m gonna do.”<br />
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Meanwhile, Chrustawka had ideas of his own.<br />
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“When Ernie came back to Edmonton, I met him at his place and he was all excited because he had this big plan — this big blue print he’d had drawn up at the university in Denton of this real fancy entryway and he said, ‘Look at this, John. Look what we can build.’ ”<br />
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“I looked at his plan and I said, ‘Well, that’s pretty nice ... I guess you wouldn’t be interested in my idea.’ and he said, ‘Well, what is it?’ ”<br />
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Groves pulled out his drawing of a horse head. He’d sketched it on the back of a business card.<br />
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“I showed him the plan and said, ‘We build this out of brick.’ It was the horse head. He looked at me and said, ‘Can you do that?’ and I said, ‘Yeah.’”<br />
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Groves admits he had no idea how he’d build the centerpiece, but Chrustawka had faith in his friend’s vision.<br />
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“He took that blueprint from the university, and he tore it in half,” Groves said, laughing softly. “And then we came to Texas and built the horse head.”<br />
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Groves started with a steel I-beam armature to support the horse’s neck and facial features.<br />
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The 30-foot structure contains approximately 8,000 antique bricks which Groves said were salvaged from a Chicago fire.<br />
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He and a team of laborers built the horse head in approximately 20, 12-hour days.<br />
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Groves said it’s no accident the horse head resembles a chess piece.<br />
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“Ernie’s company at that time was Check Mate Quarter horses,” Groves said.<br />
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The entire presentation is designed to resemble a chess board including pawns and a rook.<br />
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Groves later duplicated his creation at a Ponca City, Okla., apartment complex.<br />
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He said he never intended to stay in Texas but liked the temperate climate. In the early 1990s he and his wife Kathy settled on a rural Cooke County ranch where they turned a weathered 1950s-era barn into a 4,000 square foot dream home.<br />
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“It was just an empty barn ... it was falling apart,” Groves said. “When we moved in we had to put plastic tents up because the roof leaked so bad and then we built the house from the inside out.”<br />
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Like most things Groves builds, the house is stunning.<br />
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It has soaring ceilings, a kitchen trimmed in rough-hewn timber, a massive stone fireplace and a handcrafted wagon wheel chandelier.<br />
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Now retired, he leases land to local livestock producers and maintains a small herd of goats.<br />
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His pets are a Great Pyrenees named Bebé, and a Hampshire pig named Oreo.<br />
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Groves said he doesn’t mind the brutal Texas summers. Working in 100-plus temperatures beats the cruel Canadian winters, he said.<br />
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“My son is a journeyman bricklayer [in Canada], and he's working in 20 or 30 degree weather right now,” Groves said. “The heat here is nothing compared to that cold.”<br />
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His magnum opus may be the distinctive brick horse head that stands near I-35, although Groves said he built the structure with little more than intuition and hard-won experience.<br />
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“There was no plan,” he said. “We just built it as we went along.”<br />
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Bricklayer John Groves, above, relaxes in the grass with his Great Pyrenees, Bebé, and Hampshire pig, Oreo. Groves built the brick horse head, below, at E.T. “Ernie” Chrustawka’s Par 3 Ranch near Interstate 35 in Gainesville. The horse head, completed in 1981, is the iconic centerpiece at the ranch entrance.<br />
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Cooke County resident John Groves learned his craft the hard way — brick by brick.<br />
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holly shit i think it worked, but no picsjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-50481328572783366202012-02-26T05:07:00.000-08:002012-02-26T05:07:22.605-08:00im backwell is been awhile since ive been here, i guess most of a year.<br />
here i am alone again on the farm.<br />
spent 3 of the most peacefull, and exciting years of my life with bernie. sadly she is gone now , liveing with her family in east texas. shes been gone 6 0r 8 months now.<br />
had a ggod ole gal for awhile after that , untill she got a little silly and wanted to fight more than love :) that ended after 6 months or so and now im back here on line doin my thing again. ole forest gump was right, life is like a box of cocolates ,, never know what you gonna get .<br />
had a date friday , had a date saterday , got a date today , just wish i could figure out what in hell theses gals want. just aint no tellin.<br />
had a date at a downtown bar , met for lunch , the lunch was so good i go back there most days to eat :) . no booze , just eat and then leave , sometimes meet people i know ,, nice to see them again.<br />
sometimes see how i used to act when i was a drunk , lol , all seems pretty foolish now. man, i wasted a lot of my life in those bars, but i guess it wasnt really a waste , i enjoyed it back then. kind of funny i dont think about all the lonely hours i spent there by myself ... mostly just remember the good times.<br />
meeting a rental custmer in a couple of hours , sounds like she wants to rent the last 2 pastures i have avalible . that will make a good start for my day<br />
guess i didnt ell you bout the new rental cabin i build over the last few mobths. got tired of spending all my money on goats with not much return so i sold most of the goats and started spending the money on a new cabin , just finished it and got it rented out yesterday. thats another 700 bucks a month income :)<br />
guess i didnt tell you i retired either, the econame kind of went to hell so it was either work for half price or quit. i quit , now makeing enough money off the farm and enjoying the hell out of retirement<br />
ooooooooooooo and i had a day of fame ,,lol,,,,, remember that horsehead i built back in 81 :) the local newspaper did a front page story on it. wow , that was great , i little late for advertiseing, 32 years after the fact , but its never to late for a great ego trip . rodger, i thank you :)johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-51627023512219616112011-04-04T04:30:00.000-07:002011-04-04T04:30:36.926-07:00Lost car to the indiansSummer of 1967. I was liveing in a boarding house, the landlady was a kinda tuff ole gal, and I called her Tuffy.<br />
Wayne Hawks, Tonys brother, also lived there. In those days we spent a lot of time chaseing girls out on the Stonyplain indian reserve<br />
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.<br />
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 .<br />
he had a really nice car, it was an older car but in real good shape, and he kept it polished all the time.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-18940977866835304822011-04-03T19:16:00.000-07:002011-04-03T19:16:45.742-07:00My 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.<br />
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.<br />
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"<br />
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. :)<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
They were, I jumped in the truck and gravel was flyin and I was headed for Texas<br />
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.<br />
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 thatjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-79782891495314772592011-04-01T05:42:00.000-07:002011-04-01T05:43:14.123-07:00My first financeThe 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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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. :)<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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. :)<br />
If anybody is reading this and knows how iI can get spellcheck working please let me know. anybody like my daughter :) love u jennjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-60891105905543624552011-04-01T04:02:00.000-07:002011-04-04T03:52:56.849-07:00Funny saved me from jail1967. Not long after i had met my first wife ,Lavern Louise Anderson ,aka Funny :), I got in some trouble with the law.<br />
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"<br />
WE bailed out of the car and each one of us ran in a different direction.<br />
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 :)<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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. <br />
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"<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
p.s. I also lost my drivers lience for 6 months. :(johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-6790476712883410112011-03-31T20:53:00.000-07:002011-03-31T20:53:06.227-07:00Central City Mission RanchAt age 15 i was sent to a boys home. CCM Ranch in Haney BC.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
It took me a couple of weeks but finally the water started to back up over the bottom and really spred out.<br />
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 :)<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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 <br />
That was also were i trapped my first racoon, and he tore a hole in the homemade trap and got away :)johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-59667648144330742142011-03-31T04:45:00.000-07:002011-03-31T04:49:48.475-07:00Wide awakeSpring of 1967. I was liveing with Williy Velair, Tony Hawks, and Otto in a place we rented from Doc in Edmonton Alberta.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
Somehow , we got across the boarder and ended up in Seaattle Washington. We drove by the space needle and then on to Edmonton. <br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
In the morning we woke up and had coffe and carried on like nothing had happened.<br />
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 helljohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-1485338338379062942011-03-30T06:08:00.000-07:002011-03-30T06:08:59.135-07:00ToejoeWhen 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.<br />
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.<br />
When I was about 60 years old I lived with Miny, she was a chineese lady from Bejing China.<br />
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.<br />
Miny then explained to me that Toejoe was a Japeneese general in the war and everybody hated him.<br />
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.<br />
I guess it reminded him of the war every time we had to go to the bathroom and he thoutht Toejoe was shit.<br />
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<br />
Ooo, he also didnt like hindos, but I think that was just because hindos were his compeditors at work.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-74893324543297878072011-03-30T05:44:00.000-07:002011-03-30T05:44:57.382-07:00Speedsew1968. 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.<br />
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.<br />
I didnt have a car at that time as I had my drivers lience taken away.<br />
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.<br />
The next day I went back to the chinaman , explained what had happened and paid him for the speedsew.<br />
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 interestingjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-3871687872200956622011-03-27T18:58:00.000-07:002011-03-27T18:58:23.837-07:00Makes me feel youngI 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.<br />
We went to the sales form time to time for several years.<br />
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<br />
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"<br />
For some reason it makes me feel young to be at the salebarn<br />
Even now at age 65 i sometimes feel like a dam kid when i go to the sale<br />
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<br />
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.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-39113640745858911112011-03-24T03:07:00.000-07:002011-03-24T03:07:19.160-07:00Skunk in a boxI was about 11 or 12 years old. Dad had taken me to the farm for the weekend.<br />
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.<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
The Fosland Boys had sure fooled him that time, I remember how they all laughed about it next time we went to the farm :<br />
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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 Langlyjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-11686052401881245362011-03-24T02:36:00.000-07:002011-03-24T02:36:38.662-07:00Almost shot as a kidI guess I was 7 or 8 years old. Seems like i was prettey small<br />
I remember walking throu the woods with my dad and Elbert. At Elbert and Walters farm in Langly BC Canada.<br />
We were walking along a trail in the woods looking for ducks in the nearby pounds.<br />
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.<br />
As we walked down the trail,all of a sudden there was a hudge "BANG"<br />
Dad and i turned around to see Elbert with his mouth wide open and his eyes wee big as soccers<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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 overjohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-21838797837531948322011-03-17T04:21:00.000-07:002011-03-17T04:21:44.873-07:00Brickjob from hell2011, Friday, Larry calls me and asked me to meet him in denton Monday morning.<br />
I meet him in Denton and he takes me to look at a job in Corinth.<br />
We look at the job, i figured about 200 bricks to cover the sidewalk by the front door.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
I finished one small patch and left.<br />
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.<br />
So on sunday I take the facebricks out of the tractor bucket and pile them back on my pickup.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
So, back to the brickyard to get 15 facebricks, To save time i got directly to the brickplant instead of to the sales office.<br />
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<br />
Finnaly got back to the job ot it finished and lynn was happy as hell.<br />
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.<br />
NOw, this mornig, thursday again i am off to do the same job for her neibour, hope it goes a lot better. :)johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-69928040683000335352011-03-17T03:21:00.000-07:002011-03-17T03:21:28.646-07:00J.C. , A little embareassmentSeveral 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.<br />
This day he was sitting in onee of the theater chairs that are nailed or otherwise attached the the bleachers.<br />
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.<br />
Anyway, there was big ole JC wedged into that chair in the front row. And i was sitting behind him.<br />
About halfway throu the sales JC decides to get up, Guess he couldnt stand that chair hanging onto him any longer.<br />
He reaches out and grabs the steal rail in front of him and slowly pulls himself up out of that chair.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
Ole JC just pulled up his pants and walked off like nothing had happened.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-72725174335418062672011-03-17T02:55:00.000-07:002011-03-17T02:55:07.450-07:00Cure for ant bitesIts real simple. When you get bittin by a fireant, simpley rub or pour some amnonia over the skin.<br />
Bite will stop iching in minutes and will not leave a bump or red mark on your skin the next day.<br />
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If anybody knows a cure for chiggers , please let me know.<br />
Best thing i know for chiggers is hydracordazone. but isnt a real great cure.<br />
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What the hell happened to my spell checker ??????johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-13369739280689703652011-03-08T03:58:00.000-08:002011-03-08T03:58:06.584-08:00Was 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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
Finnaly he droped his hands to his side and said " I could drop you, but i dont want to"<br />
Trying not to act releved, I dropped my hands.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
My first thought was Wholly fuck, that could have been me. I felt i was very lucky to be in one peace.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
Funny latter told me she had heard a guy in the crowd say" they are both keeping there dukes up pretty good "<br />
I guess i really did prove something to everybody and most importantly to myself.<br />
I even feel kind of prod writeing this letter some 44 years latter. :)<br />
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i wounder what happened to spellcheck :(johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-89316308748978994852011-02-18T18:15:00.000-08:002011-02-21T04:42:59.565-08:00Fired by bosses wifeI was 16 when i left the CCM Ranch, they had gotten me a job with a trucker, Jim Hutton.<br />
Jim had a wife, I think she was 18, and a 10 year old son.Im sure he was in his 40s.<br />
I moved to their place in Haney and lived in a room he had built in his garage.<br />
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.<br />
Sad part was, the boy would be home and he slept in the same bedroom as Rose.<br />
Soon I was sneeking around after dark and peeking thu the windows.<br />
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.<br />
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 :).<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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"<br />
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.<br />
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.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-60545470979296952892011-02-18T18:06:00.001-08:002011-02-21T03:38:15.036-08:00My first calfI 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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-6276122878507462422011-02-18T18:05:00.000-08:002011-03-06T05:00:31.897-08:00Shot 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".<br />
So before long i had a new nick name. "Shot In The Dong"<br />
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.johngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471361479173205990.post-64278513709727333712011-02-15T21:31:00.000-08:002011-02-15T21:35:42.320-08:00My first womanI was 19, lived in Harrison Hot Springs where i worked as labourer at the Harrison Hot Springs Hotel.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
I had a 52 chevy, i drove and Baldy got in the front seat and the girl got in the back seat.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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" Yukojohngroveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00408853641845000445noreply@blogger.com0