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
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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
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