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[May. 9th, 2008|09:57 am] |
I've had, like, zero energy lately.
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| haha oh shit! |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|10:42 pm] |
(that's him on the left)
My granddad just told me a story about fighting over a corn stalk (his dad was a sharecropper) when he was eight or nine with his brother Job and apparently Job whacked his finger off with some corn cutter thing and it was just hanging there so some lady bandaged it and then a doctor stuck it on there again, but he can't remember how. He showed me the scar.
He also told me a story about planting pumpkin seeds under a big flat rock because they didn't feel like walking clear out into the cornfields and the pumpkin plants grew up around the rock and they got their asses beat to hell and back.
And about separating cream from milk and hauling it down to the railroad to go to Waynesburg.
Also, when my grandfather was five or six years old his family was taking his two year old brother, Charles Bernell Bird, to the doctor in Claysville (he had the measles and then contracted pneumonia and died about two days after he arrived at the hospital), and his father warned them not to get out of the car. It was summer and they wanted ice cream so they got out anyway and got caught on their way back. Well, their dad yelled and they took off running in opposite directions. My granddad had just been given a new pair of boots with leather soles and when their dad finally said "stop," he slipped on the sidewalk and fell out onto the road and was almost hit by a car. Like, he was under the car (which was incidentally hauling gasoline for the Army and was on a schedule, so his dad had to pay to get it fixed and on its way) with his feet sticking out.
I guess his dad, John Daniel Bird, made the forms for the Liberty Tunnels and Route 40 for Harrison Construction Company.
Some guy named Lon Bristor wanted my grandad and his brother to bring him a box of snuff. I guess he pestered them constantly until they finally told their dad. Well, he knew how to fix him. He took ashes from a wood stove and put them in a snuff box and sprinkled some wild cherry snuff on top, which was apparently really dry because Lon almost choked to death and then chased them clear in to Prosperity.
I love stories like this.
I want to live on a farm.
[I sort of typed these as he would go on, so forgive the structure.] |
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| i've got 64 quarters and they all smell like cinnamon candy |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|03:31 pm] |
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| Bangs? |
[Apr. 14th, 2008|08:25 pm] |
Should I do bangs?
Yes? No? Suggestions?
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