I’m sorry posts have been sporadic lately, but I’ve been on the road much of the past two weeks. This morning I am in Demopolis, Alabama, which tomorrow will observe its second annual Rooster Day. Rooster Day is something new, but it is a commemoration of the city’s famous rooster sale in 1919. Like much of Demopolis history, the rooster sale was a quirky, unique thing. To raise money to build a bridge to span the Tombigbee River, locals raised money with a giant rooster auction. Some of the money also went as a local contribution toward completion of a transcontinental road, which is now U.S. Highway 82. It is said President Woodrow Wilson himself took time from wrapping up World War I and brokering a peaceful world to contribute a rooster to be sold. (I’d guess he had a secretary do it for him.) To try and make amends, I’ll be back tomorrow morning, in the early hours of Rooster Day 2017, with a special Saturday post sharing my own experiences with the Rooster Bridge.
41 responses to “Rug Test”
Steve. Thank you for the wonderful stories about your brother-in-law. It does help to talk about are lost loved ones. I guess that’s why we have wakes. Even when everyone there knows all the same stories about the deceased, they can all smile and laugh.
I meant our.
Good morning all. For the second time today. This time is going to take. I am getting up.
Have to call pest control and furniture store re a delivery, one of my help to come help move my packed winter clothes and other things. All that lifting yesterday confirms I do have two torn rotator cuffs. And other things.
It has been three years since my husband died. As I did on my wedding anniversary, I would like to share a story from our life.
This goes under the category of- Crazy stunt. DON’T EVER DO THIS
I have to do a little setup . In 1975 , Sandy bought anInternational Metro delivery van.He planned to use it to carry his motor cycles. Instead he turned it into an RV.We called it Moto- Whale. We did a lot of traveling in Moto-Whale. We were living in the Bay Area in the late 70’s and decided to visit San Francisco. Sandy grew up in the Bay Area but would always get lost in SF. That day was no different. We ended up at the top of Lombard Street. Sandy looked at me and said “well?” I said “sure let’s go for it”. After a few zigs and zags, I thought maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all but just held on and kept quiet. Sandy needed all his concentration on driving. We got down Lombard in one piece I credit Sandy’s. Excellent driving skills from keeping us from turning over or crashing into something. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. By the way, delivery vans in that size category were not allowed on Lombard. If a police officer had been around , we would have gotten ticket for that crazy stunt.
Laura, we took had a delivery van turned into an RV that we traveled and camped in during early years of marriage. Unfortunately in 1975 Mike moved us to an exclusive waterfront townhouse so snobby they dictated what type of vehicles you could own.
No vans nor trucks allowed and we sold. I suppose when trendy things changed so did the snobs? I loved that Sears service van, drove it everywhere. Standard transmission too.
Steve, I am sorry to hear about your brother-in-law. May his memory always be a blessing to your family.
Thanks again for the kindness. It seems that I tell a lot of stories here because so much stuff seems to happen to me. Rather wonder why, I just embrace it and chalk it up as a new adventure. It seems there are a lot of me on this blog.
Laura I hope that this blog gives you a bit of happiness. I think that it is good to share fun stories like you do. It keeps our loved ones alive.
One of my favorite expressions is “Trying to throw a fastball by Henry Aaron is like trying to sneak a sunrise past a rooster” Being an Alabama native, that is appropriate.
Of course you will give us an early morning update on Rooster Day. Is there any better time?!
Good morning Villagers…..
I would like to tell a story we spoke of at the funeral home yesterday. It was Tammy’s house that Dad backed into. Tammy called her daughter-in-law and told her she needed to come over and get Jimmy out of her guest bedroom. Her DIL asked Tammy, “how did Jimmy get into your guest bedroom, did he get lost?” No, Tammy said, he is sitting in his vehicle in my guest bedroom. Tammy was really a great sport about the incident.
When the EMT’s got there, they asked Dad a series of questions….one in particular is always “do you know what year it is?” Dad answered back, no, if you don’t know then I’m not going to tell you 🙂
Lunch time here……
….Rooster Day, I miss my Miss Prissies and Roosters badly. I think I’ve posted this before, but this is one big rooster….
https://www.aol.com/article/news/2017/03/20/video-of-a-disturbingly-large-chicken-takes-over-twitter/21903270/
…..later
Old Bear….good afternoon, you will have to add 01 after my name for emails. I’ve lost all my contacts when Ian decided to switch from Windows 10 to 7….
Steve, you know why there is a lot of you on this blog….because we are ‘family’ here, we care and love one another virtually. I love coming here. Heh, I’m sure I’ve bored some with my crazy Utubes, chicken house stories and now Dad. But we all read and respond because we sincerely care….
…..there’s always the scroll button too.
All 3 li’l fuzzballs on view NOW at Decorah nest; parent just took off so view is unimpeded.
I wrote post, it disappeared.
Steve, we are a lot of us, Southern. We all tell stories. On the Watertribe boating group my tribal name is Storyteller. I know what I am, we choose our own tribal names.
But our stories are true, just slightly modified or enriched at times. Storytelling is in our blood.
When my children were small and I was young, I was Mother Goose at the library with mob cap, white wench blouse and skirt, long apron, granny glasses, rouged cheeks and books and goose in a basket. I told stories to small children.
I would love to have the story telling abilities of a Billie Letts, Roy Blount, Eudora Welty, Truman Capote, William Faulkner, Fannie Flagg, Pat Conroy, Harper Lee, Rick Bragg. I do not but their stories will live forever I hope.
Go read a Southern genre book people.
Decorah North is showing feeding time for 2 eaglets. From what is written, I suspect the youngest is no longer viable. That is a guess, assuming a slight misprint in what is written on that page.
Hey y’all just checking in to say hi. Yes genuine rug and carpet tests were important at one time. This weekend I am making do without my lady, she is going to a Salvation Army function else where. Youth councils of all things at her age, because she is a Corps (church) leader. She did have to take time enroute to call me to remind me to call my VFW lawyer about my VA appeal. Always she wants to take care of me, even after all of these years.
We never quit babying and caring.
Having left over smoked pork and chicken salad from Rib Crib. Ordered regular size entree salad, ate a third, fed Dickens lots of chicken, brought rest home. Will get another meal tonight with added greens. I am not cheap, just cutting back on quantity I eat.
I have lost 18 pounds since sometime in February. I want to lose 20 more and I will relose what I regained last year. It is a constant fight.
Don’t know about rest of you but winter is over here. I have been cleaning closets and packing winter clothes away. I am tired and trying to rest.
Can see clean spots so I hold out hope.
Winter is never really over in northern Utah. It just depends on your elevation. We have snow forecast down to around 8,000 ft this weekend.
True that. We are challenged by elevations down here in the flatlands.
Wild Turkey remains in nest. Probably roadkill; they’ve become common in MN. Peace,
http://www.ustream.tv/mneaglecam
…such a quiet night in the Village, glad the sun was shining here today, tomorrow and Sunday even looks better and warmer.
They delivered one big, big dumpster today…sisters, one BIL and Ian cleaned out the garage…lots of stuff went into that dumpster. Then they discovered a box of cards and ‘stuff’, Ian brought me my 1971 graduation invitation and pamphlet. Brenda discovered an unopened Father’s day card….she came in and showed it to Dad and showed him and told him that it was this year’s card….early 🙂
Jackie, once I get my Jeep, I’ll have to go ‘home’ and bring back here my summer clothes…but wait, there’s a St. Vincent’s down the street, and since I’ve put on some weight, gonna need a bigger summer wear.
Had to break up a tomcat fight this morning….three of them had the calico pinned down and she was fighting back. So, just how did you, Jackie, trap those cats. Dad and I need to get them ‘fixed’, and Dad believes in no animal should go hungry so every morning there are three food bowls filled to feed 4 toms and 2 females. Dad loves to watch them come in and feed…it makes him smile and for me that is what is important.
Steve, you were saying there was a lot of you here….I was just thinking. I use this blog as if it was a diary. I think I’m going to start copying and pasting my postings, I wonder how far back I can go to start this ‘diary’.
good night and God bless
In my current career, I must have OCD to do my job properly.
When I finally retire, I will try hard to develop OWA – obsessive work avoidance.
GR 😉 it’s even better to be queen…..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SF1iLXSQto
(warning…PG rated 🙂 )
‘obsessive work avoidance’: Hope you find selected work to do. Advantage: within your capabilities, you get to choose what kind and how much. E.g., I don’t choose committee meetings, I no longer contribute two columns per month, just one, I work out when I choose, I can transpose supper and breakfast.
Peace,
Rick…hope this link works, as I thought of you
http://cheezburger.com/1534725/27-cat-memes-that-are-pawsitively-hilarious
…it’s the one about when you get to work…scroll down a few pics….. 🙂
Debbe:
Good one! Thanks.
Right now, I’m lucky. I love my job.
I will be 64 next month, and I hope to keep working until I’m at least 70.