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Well, as a non-jogger, I want to thank you for giving me an viable excuse for being a couch potato. "Yeah, I know I should get out there - but let me tell you what happened to this buddy of mine when he did that."
haha. Glad to be of service Chief. If you need further confirmation of the wisdom of staying on the couch, here's a photo my wife snapped after the fall. She took it to convince me to go get it stitched. I figured a band aid would do it, but the damn cut wouldn't stop bleeding. You can see I'm still half woozy.
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Good morning from ATX. Currently 46°F and clear. Expect 71°F for today's high. No ice! Loving it.
Monday, Monday..............
Wishing happiness and health for all our fellow D-League members.
Monday, Monday..............
Wishing happiness and health for all our fellow D-League members.
Morning Legionnaires!
30° right now and an expected high of 60°. That will take care of the remaining snow but not the mushy soft ground. It will take a few days of warming to take care of that.
Rapidly approaching the month that starts spring and I am hoping that we can at least get back to some normalcy around here. Missed playing softball last year and the local leaders have not yet decided if there will be a season this year. Not many years left in this old body at 63 to continue and not sure if I can this year. Have not really gotten out and tested my propulsion system (legs) yet to see if my partial sedentary life style has shut me down. No, I have not been real fast in recent years but, I could still get around the bases.
Good morning D-League. I hope all is well with everyone.
So back to work for me after my morning walk. Still cold here - about 22 F when I headed out this morning around 5:30am, but warmer weather on the way we are told.
Have a good Monday folks.
So back to work for me after my morning walk. Still cold here - about 22 F when I headed out this morning around 5:30am, but warmer weather on the way we are told.
Have a good Monday folks.
Good to see your name again in the D. Trust all is well, stay warm.
Thank you. Am dealing with a family health issue but I’m doing fine. And yeah, hard to stay warm in Kentucky in February! Forecast looks much improved though. Good to see all the familiar posters, hope all are doing good.
My grandfather from Bracken County used to sell tobacco through the auction in Maysville, Backer Cutter. You know anything about that? He didn't have a lot of land in tobacco. As I understand it, he and some of the locals were in a loose co-operative to sell together to buyers from North Carolina.
We sold mostly in Glasgow auctions. But sometimes Lebanon and Bloomfield. Tobacco sale day was a long anticipated day. Also the coldest place on earth is in a tobacco warehouse in the middle of the winter lol.
Good morning D, I can't believe how much snow left last night!!!!
Starting on panel #4 this morning, gotto get er done!!!!!
I hope the D, has a great one!!!
Starting on panel #4 this morning, gotto get er done!!!!!
I hope the D, has a great one!!!
I know there are people interested in Kentucky history here. The exchange with Backer Cutter reminded me of something.
In 1939-1940, still the Depression in rural Kentucky, my grandfather, on the strength of being a WW1 veteran with a rare (for those days) two years of college at EKU, got the job to do the census data collection in his part of Bracken County.
When my aunt died a few years back, among her papers inherited from her father was a rolled up copy of that 1940 census data. Why? There had been a fire in a government building that wiped out much of the 1890 census data, and after that, census takers were required to keep a copy in case anything like that happened again. He kept it all his life, and my aunt did for another 40 years.
One thing the census data he collected showed was the striking lack of education in Kentucky back then - few had more than eight years in school, and many had much less. The other thing: Row after row of people listed their annual income as either $200 or $300. My father figured that was their cut of the tobacco crops sold at auction - the only cash crops most of them had. Everything else they raised was to sustain themselves, and they used their tiny cash reserves to fill the gaps.
My father told me that when his dad got his government check of $300 for doing that census work, it was one of the happiest days of his childhood. They walked together miles to the nearest general store where papaw used the check to settle his long-standing bill, then took the rest in cash. My father remembered that his dad surprised him by telling him to pick out a treat. He chose a little 3-inch in diameter pineapple pie. He claims that was the only store-bought candy he got in his entire childhood. I saw how they lived as late as early 1970s -- never had indoor plumbing, for example, just an outhouse -- and that is totally believeable.
In 1939-1940, still the Depression in rural Kentucky, my grandfather, on the strength of being a WW1 veteran with a rare (for those days) two years of college at EKU, got the job to do the census data collection in his part of Bracken County.
When my aunt died a few years back, among her papers inherited from her father was a rolled up copy of that 1940 census data. Why? There had been a fire in a government building that wiped out much of the 1890 census data, and after that, census takers were required to keep a copy in case anything like that happened again. He kept it all his life, and my aunt did for another 40 years.
One thing the census data he collected showed was the striking lack of education in Kentucky back then - few had more than eight years in school, and many had much less. The other thing: Row after row of people listed their annual income as either $200 or $300. My father figured that was their cut of the tobacco crops sold at auction - the only cash crops most of them had. Everything else they raised was to sustain themselves, and they used their tiny cash reserves to fill the gaps.
My father told me that when his dad got his government check of $300 for doing that census work, it was one of the happiest days of his childhood. They walked together miles to the nearest general store where papaw used the check to settle his long-standing bill, then took the rest in cash. My father remembered that his dad surprised him by telling him to pick out a treat. He chose a little 3-inch in diameter pineapple pie. He claims that was the only store-bought candy he got in his entire childhood. I saw how they lived as late as early 1970s -- never had indoor plumbing, for example, just an outhouse -- and that is totally believeable.
Morning, morning! Actually above freezing for a change for the last day or so. Had a little rain last night which will help the big melt...but the slush can be quite slippery too. But, there's still a ton of snow to melt, so it'll be a few days before I see the grass.
Here's to (Margarita Day 🍸) everybody having a good week.
Here's to (Margarita Day 🍸) everybody having a good week.
Good Morning D
Good to see you back Backer Cutter.
We always sold in Glasgow or Bales in Horse Cave.
The main reason I went to college was to avoid tobacco raising!
If I ever see a jogger smiling.....then maybe I will consider jogging.......
Cordmaker has been talking about the $160 glass. He sent me a picture and then explained why it was so expensive; red glass has gold in it.
Here is some precious stuff:
The first year we were married we had two different plots of tobacco......we lived in western NC.....We halued our tobacco to the barn on a wooden sled................our tobacco cured out green.......it went to the pool and we only got .80 a pound for it........we made maybe .50 cents an hour for our labor that summer..........made me understand that I didn't want to be a tobacco farmer
Thanks Bert. Yeah I went to college and came BACK to grow tobacco. Always been a glutton for punishment I guess
Those kind of stories exist in most states. Please excuse the rambling below:
My dad was born in 1902. He went 6 years to Woolsey school. That is all that they offered. If he wanted to go to High School he would have to have moved to Smiths Grove where Vandy had a "college". That is why my street is College Street. It is now an elementary school.
My mom was born in 1912 and she got an 8th grade education. To go to high school would have meant moving out to Smiths Grove or Bowling Green or other place.
The cash crop for my dad, grandfather and great grandfather was tobacco and whisky and logging when prohibition came along. My mom's family was tobacco and, get this, a telephone company. It is now part of Windstream in this area. They did not get rich because few folks could afford a phone.
Because my dad liked indoor plumbing I always had it. The second house that I lived in did not have public electric service so dad had a couple generators and a pump in a well. You would charge a car battery before bedtime to be able to have a light and listen to the radio. Then when I was three we moved to Park City and had city water, electricity and some pretty girls in the neighborhood.
Thanks for the work load, cousin! 🤣
hold up, do you live in glasgow?
When I stayed in England I lived pretty close to the Caithness Glass works.......I would stop in while out on my walks and watch them blow glass.........I would like to try it..................my first banjo teacher did glass work like much like cord here........he had his fingers insured............Cordmaker has been talking about the $160 glass. He sent me a picture and then explained why it was so expensive; red glass has gold in it.
Here is some precious stuff:
We are up to 43.2°F. The melt is going good. I have grass on my lawn.
I'll give you this.......It is good honest work.......one of my foster grand fathers grew tobacco in Hardin Co.....I loved to fish his ponds........he had me pick bait from his tobacco so I could go fishing.....
Nope I live in Smiths Grove, KY, Warren County. It is 24 miles to Glasgow, Barren County.
However I grew up in Barren County and went to Park City High School.
I imagine all the tobacco warehouses that were fairly close to campus at UK are long gone.
We used to have backer worm fights. Nothing like getting hit in the back of the head with one of those things 😧
Found it. John Peter. He married my first cousin a couple times removed.
Thanks for sharing Bert. Interesting stuff. My mother’s family wasn’t much better off than my father’s, but her dad was a plumber so they had indoor facilities. I loved visiting my paternal grandparents but never grew fond of the outhouse. As a young boy I had no use for spiders, and you were assured of encountering a fat one there.
I had the keys to I think four different ponds in Hardin and surrounding counties. My customers gave them to me to fish when I wanted to, I kept my pole. I also took a few close friends as the people who gave me the key stated I could do that as long as I was with them. Man the catfish, Bass, and Bluegill we pulled out.
My Uncle, (Not my real Uncle but I thought of him that way as he and his wife and my parents were best friends since I was a baby.) just died a month or more ago. Coy Chadwell (I think he was 96), he hailed from Ewing Virginia (Close to Middlesboro, Harrogate, and the Gap.) His Dad was Glenn or Golvin Chadwell. I went down several summers growing up and worked in his tobacco. He had two sons and we still stay in contact. I still remember suckering the tobacco and my arms greased as far up as I could grease them. I worked his hay too. I think his youngest son Tony still owns the land and maybe even sub-divided it.) I loved them all. Very fond memories.
Oh, I DO wish you all a great day and pray my wish for you is given to you in God's way. His way is the best way... God Bless you all....
It is a wonderful town. I went to school with Woody Gardner and he ended up being the Judge Executive for a while.
Davie Greer, while I was Mayor of little Smiths Grove, and she was the Barren County Judge Executive, would always eat together at the BRADD meetings. She was special too.
If you get lost in Smiths Grove, look me up.
smiths grove is like a mcdonalds, a gas station, another gas station and a wendys. Glasgow has nothing to do.
I lived in big cities while I worked for CSX. When I retired the town could not have a red light. I love "nothing to do". I guess it drives big town guys crazy.
my grandpa was the glasgow fire captain from the 60s through the 90s. I have his old patch with the old fire engine. Pretty cool story...when my grandma was 6 she and her class took a field trip to the firehouse and my grandpa held her in the photo....a few decades later they would get married.
How black is your eye, today?
Taking a break from working outside trimming sago palms. I have 6 in the front that need trimming and 9 out back. The front is done and 3 out back. These are not mine but this is what a sago palm looks like.
We have had perfect weather the last few days. Sunshine, cool and a nice breeze. Perfect to work outside.
I will grab a bite to eat and head on back out there. Smoked oysters in on the menu for my noon time meal.
We have had perfect weather the last few days. Sunshine, cool and a nice breeze. Perfect to work outside.
I will grab a bite to eat and head on back out there. Smoked oysters in on the menu for my noon time meal.
Most of them were over on Angliana Ave. and they burned down in a huge fire, back in the early 2000's. They had converted them into a huge antique show, once a month. Now, that has moved into a smaller area, an old school, out close to Boonesboro Rd.
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