Tocky on 18/8/2018 at 06:33
I'm storing them in my computer to print out for my death book. My kids might get a kick out of them when I'm gone like I did the one my dad did. Meanwhile I often go back and read them just to relive them. I guess that's kind of pathetic, I mean it's not like my life now isn't real damn good and I'm still making out like a bandit on this life stuff, but one memory leads to others I haven't written and likely won't and that memory to another that maybe I will but... I can't shake the feeling I missed something I was supposed to learn and all the bits add up to the answer somehow. I don't know. You ever feel like that?
Here is me and my big catfish-
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https://i.imgur.com/cNPcEPQ.jpgI have a trunk full of pictures. I always knew one day I would dig through those. I didn't quite expect the pang of nevermore they would elicit though. Heh. Still haven't taught those damn crows at work to say that word and I've been feeding them for nearly a year every day. Maybe crows aren't as smart as we think they are. Maybe me either. I'm the one still feeding them and stupidly saying nevermore.
Medlar on 18/8/2018 at 08:36
Great read Tocky, great memories, fabulous pic of lil’ you big fish.
Didn’t realise I had been hanging out in the fag end of ttlg!
zacharias on 18/8/2018 at 11:00
As in, Keating to Bob Hawke; ‘you’ve left me with the fag end of a prime ministership.’ Unfortunate double meaning of fag. :p
Look ttlg was great in it’s heyday, but the decline is real, no? I’ll shut up now.
Starker on 18/8/2018 at 11:36
Around here we called them cancer sticks. We thought we were so clever.
Medlar on 18/8/2018 at 21:33
I took the fag end to mean decline, I just think Com Chat has evolved. It is a familiar place with familiar nicks and interesting threads. Long may it continue.
Gingerbread Man on 20/8/2018 at 01:06
Remember that we have been lamenting the death of CommChat for fifteen years. We've always been wrong.
curseofnight on 16/9/2018 at 16:32
Wow. These are really great stories, man. I'm 31 year old redneck from South Carolina so I actually relate to many of these stories(I haven't read 'em all yet).
I had a black nanny too growing up, and spent my share of time picking watermelons in the fields, so I know that smell too. It's like you said, people(white or black) sweat where they're frying chicken in middle of summer or after a long day of honest work.
Tocky on 17/9/2018 at 00:05
Not that I particularly want to get into it but the separation waves of immigration from Africa happened starting two million years ago and in Homo sapiens seventy thousand years ago. There was some mixing of the waves as evidenced by Neanderthal DNA mixed in with Caucasian. Skin color can hardly be the only difference. Of course to mention other differences in this age of touchiness to those who don't know from proximity brings a bristling of response. I understand that. I also understand that the current rate of remixing of races will likely render any differences void before long. However, I also noted at the beginning I was going to tell things warts and all. If I have to expurgate for feelings then I haven't told the full story. It's sad things have to be so touchy one can't just state the truth without a thought given one way or the other but that is where we are currently. In another century or so there will be no differences anyway, at least if my own family is any indication.
I was unaware the black nanny thing happened outside the sixties. Most whites in the south then had to have two jobs to support a family which left them needing child care and most blacks needed whatever sort of job which presented itself. We also worked together in the fields at the trailing end of non mechanized farming and the small family farm. My school was roughly half and half. My football team more so. My neighborhood roughly one third black. However air conditioning which became prevalent in the early seventies along with frequent bathing changed things. I don't blame those who haven't the experience with other races for not knowing things. There are lot's of things I don't know. I'm going to continue telling things as they are though. If I tell them at all. There are things which put a damper on my want to.
As always I'm interested in other perspectives and how they got that way by dent of their culture and time so any stories anyone wants to tell are welcome. HINT HINT.
curseofnight on 17/9/2018 at 06:39
HINT HINT eh? Alright, I don't really have any worldy experience though; I've only been outside of SC a couple of times - and only to states closeby - NC, Tenesse, etc. Went to Okifinoki Swamp once. Probably the most exotic place I've been, and yes I know I didn't spell it right, lol.
Edit:
My story was kinda depressing so I deleted it.... Sorry, but I recall you mentioning on the first page 'no bad stories' or some such. A story that ends with a four-year-old me hiding between the washing machine and the dryer crying is probably what you where talking about. A kind old black lady I barely remember(my 'nanny') was a hero in that one though.
Sulphur on 17/9/2018 at 09:24
I get it. It's the whole you are what you eat thing, right? I knew this one guy whose diet was 80% fruits and when he did a lot of physical activity, his stank was like blueberries and lye. You wanna please your gal, you best eat citrusy, gives your spunk a bit of a tang instead of that salty chowder us beachtown natives are famous for. We bathe like every three days since the humidity makes you want to strop the salt off your skin every other minute anyway, it's like living in a salt water sauna. Lovecraft's got nothing on real-ass fish people.