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Post by sometimeman on Apr 4, 2008 14:35:02 GMT -4
This is for you "B"
We had a neighbor across the road with chickens. Momma's roster would crow and the neighbor's rooster would tear across the road and jump on momma's rooster and give him a whipping. My dad was squatting around in the yard drinking whiskey. He sent my brother into the house for the eye dropper and, sent another brother to catch momma's rooster. Dad took that rooster under his arm, got that chicken's head in his hand and put about a half eye dropper of whiskey into the bird's beak!
He turned that rooster loose and the chicken just dropped one wing and strutted around, reared back and beat both wings on his chest and crowed ...real big! Here comes the neighbor's rooster running across the road into the yard and tears into momma's rooster. Things went a little different this time!That whiskey’ed up rooster tore the other one up! I mean he sent him back across that road bloody and running.
From then on momma's rooster would crow anytime he got ready and the other rooster stayed cross the road!
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Post by queenbee on Apr 4, 2008 14:37:38 GMT -4
Thank you sometimer.
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Post by 2cedarschick on Apr 8, 2008 19:51:28 GMT -4
lol, sometimer
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Post by sometimeman on Apr 8, 2008 21:07:39 GMT -4
ITS A TRUE STORY
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Post by sometimeman on Apr 8, 2008 21:31:57 GMT -4
Heres another one:
Shack full of small kids, wood stove, fire place, water in buckets from a spring, AND an outdoor toilet.
Early morning my dad goes outside and relieves himself, stands on the porch edge and pees in the yard. Mom comes at him with the broom gives him a swat and scolds him, "you'll have this place smelling like an outhouse!" Dad goes away mumbling.
Next morning dads up, goes out to relieve himself, stands in the yard and pees on the porch. Here comes mom with the broom fussing. Dad says, "Just like a woman, Can't please 'em You stand on the porch and pee in the yard they fuss. You stand in the yard and pee on the porch they fuss!"
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Post by bb on Apr 20, 2008 10:55:05 GMT -4
All that peeing, sounds like your mom was "pissed off" and it's better to be pissed off than pissed on!
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Post by summerose on Apr 20, 2008 16:23:27 GMT -4
LOL! ;D
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Post by bb on Apr 20, 2008 17:56:52 GMT -4
I saw a sign at the flea market today that said "No peeing off the porch"
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Post by 2cedarschick on Apr 24, 2008 16:26:53 GMT -4
I wanted to buy that sign cause Mr. Cedars thinks its funny to tease me about peeing off the porch!
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Post by bb on Apr 24, 2008 22:09:47 GMT -4
It was at the flea market in Murphy... the one just before you get to the 4 lane over there... can't remember which side it was on, though, sorry! If we go back and see it, you want me to pick one up for you?!? We don't get there too often, but you never know when we may decide to go again.
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Post by 2cedarschick on Apr 28, 2008 13:03:20 GMT -4
BB, if you see it again, please do pick it up for me, but, please do not go out of your way! I will get in July. Thanks!
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Post by bb on Apr 28, 2008 21:51:36 GMT -4
2CC, if we get back over there to the flea market, I will look for it again and let you know!
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Post by sometimeman on Apr 29, 2008 12:01:37 GMT -4
ONE MORE-
Looking back, God's mercy is evident. It was Sunday morning, no going to Church, instead sitting on the front porch and steps shooting the 22 rifle at Prince Albert tobacco cans, Old Milwaukee, and Falstaff beer cans. There were several of those!
I was about 12 yr old, sitting on the top step, taking my turn shooting and drawing a bead on a can. Bullets cost money. There wasn't much of that. But, a few 22 long rifle bullets and a good shot could mean squirrels and rabbits for the table. So, here I sit, Squinting and sighting to get it just right. My younger brother, the baby, about 9 year old, darted down the step and in front of me, just as I squeezed the trigger and "CLICK" the rifle snapped, right in his back. It failed to fire.
Oh! the commotion! Oh the relief! Why, what happened? Eject the cotteridge and look. There is the mark where the firing pin hit, but no fire! Put the bullet back in the gun and bang! it fires and hits the can.
Later my dad gets rid of the gun. Later, much later, I begin to consider and to think and to try and understand.
God's mercy "happened". Thank you God.
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Post by 2cedarschick on Apr 29, 2008 12:50:29 GMT -4
Thanks BB!
Sometime, was that a true story? It sent shivers down my spine!
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Post by sometimeman on May 5, 2008 11:46:36 GMT -4
Yes'm it's true.
There were 6 boys and 2 girls. Mom, Dad, 3 boys are dead.
The younger brother, an old man now, but has done well in life. There are not too many folks that ride around in whatever they choose to, including a Gulfstream II jet. He made it all honest, never stole a dam dime nor took more than his share.
When he was a child in a poor country grade school with pot belled stove heat and coal scuttle fuel. He worked hard in the fields, saved money and bought shoes for school in the fall. The heal came off one shoe. He walked the play ground looking for it to no avail. He took pliers and screwdriver and removed the heal from the other and made the school year wearing shoes with out heals!
He told me of receiving and award at a business convention and walking to the podium, seeing all those folks with Florsheim Wing tips on their feet and remembering the time he tore the heal off his shoe.
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