STUMPY
August 25th, 2002, 12:16 AM
Hello Friends,
It’s good to see you all another fine Sunday. It makes us aware that we are alive to see another week pass.
This week I would like to discuss a few Rituals and annual happenings that we have and briefly on another topic about a long lost friend that we will all miss.
First the Rituals or Happenings:
I don’t know about you all but where I am from we have many rituals. I have visited many cities and states all across the Nation and have noticed many changes in culture. Example where I live when we see a funeral coming towards us no matter if it’s on the OLD Route or on the Highway folks from my area automatically stop out of respect for the deceased, we do not push the accelerator until that last car with it’s lights on goes by.
Also I noticed while in some cities that some people do not participate in the same rituals. Another ritual or happening that we participate in is the annual Watermelon toss competition, I have sat back and watch while I have also participated in this fun match.
You see once a year a bunch of us what some may call Old Hillbillies meet up and build our own contraption and catapult some melons, you see folks the winner every year usually gets a 250.00 dollar gift certificate to a variety of stores in my home town. And No! We do not use that certificate to buy more Watermelon’s with. :)
Another old Ritual from way back when was learned while I worked in the Coal Mine with my Father in South Eastern Kentucky. The old rumor or ritual was when a miners light went out or what some of you may call lose charge then it meant his Wifey was playing around in someone else’s playground! My Father remembers a guy they all called Jar Fly, well his light went out almost every 3-4 days and as it lost it’s light they would tell Jar Fly that one of the men on 2nd shift was visiting his house before he came to relieve them from first shift.
Well after a new battery for his light and about a month of this going on old Jar Fly said he was going home cause the men had ribbed him so much and he had his own suspicions that would not rest until he proved himself wrong.
Dad told me that a miner did not show up to work that 2nd shift day after Jar Fly left and the next morning Jar Fly did not show up for work. So dad called Jar Fly’s house because he was the Superintendent and it was his job to keep the men accounted for or the owners of the mines came down on him. As he called the house Jar Fly’s Wifey said that he and Chuck were both in jail, Then Dad asked why and she just replied that Jar Fly would explain it all.
The Next day Jar Fly came to work and said he had beaten up Chuck and shot the tires off his Wifey’s car, Well all the men asked what in the world happened? Jar Fly replied that Chuck was in sitting on his toilet naked when he got to the house and the wife was fixing Chuck catfish before he went to 2nd shift. Dad said one guy actually asked him was he and Chuck both eating from the same plate? And old Jar Fly new what he truly meant then proceeded to punch the guy in the mouth.
Dad then 2 days later told Jar Fly that since he had split up with his wife had he noticed that his light had not went out? Jar fly said yep I noticed it BOSS and if it goes out again them Mama is cheating on Papa! And he can defend his own toilet. I guess old Jar Fly really cared about his toilet being used, after all he told Dad that it was his throne and no one else’s. Jar Fly’s light worked all the time after those days with not one outage.
I remember another Ritual that my Wife experienced, it was one that involved her elderly Grandmother. She took a few gravels and rubbed them on her warts, which were on her hands as a child. She actually took those gravels and touched each one to a separate wart and then placed them in a fancy bag at the intersection just down the road. Well the old saying was that when someone seen that fancy bag and opened it up they would receive the warts and the one that had them would lose them.
I don’t know the true meaning of this but my Mother-in-law told me that my Wifey lost her warts on a Monday and her younger brother had found a really neat pouch at the intersection and on a Thursday and now he had 3 warts. All he said was someone put gravels in this nice bag. But his hands were all ate up :) LOL!
Well now to the Friend we all lost which served us well over many years.
The “H Card”! Our friend the H Card is something that bonded many of us together for so many years and it was the first test card that many of us cut our teeth on. Lets not forget our friend the H Card nor let us forget the friendships it has brought us. It is odd my friends how something that I always called a SMURF because it was small and blue could bring communities together.
I know that when the last tier falls off on Saturday August 31, 2002 that many of will put our H Card to rest. But do us all a favor and take that H Card and frame it, encase it in laminating paper, Keep it in your wallet for a spare key so that you can pick your own lock if ever locked out.
Remember today friends that this H Card had not power over any of us unless we gave it power, we were the ones to control it and we are the ones that will tell it goodbye as it leaves. As Dave pulls that last breath from the Card I will watch a fallen friend go down and when it does I have a nice spot beside my Computer Desk where it will be retired.
As I take a sip of water due to a dry mouth I will prepare to close.
Well friends another Sunday has came and with this Sunday remember to be good to your fellow man and take the time to tell someone you love them even if that someone is your H Card! LOL!!!! And today if you don’t mind would you be so kind as to share a few rituals or happenings that you participate in or something that was told to you and passed down?
Again as always I thank you for showing up to the Sermon and again I must say may GOD Bless You All this fine day!
Can I get an Amen?
It’s good to see you all another fine Sunday. It makes us aware that we are alive to see another week pass.
This week I would like to discuss a few Rituals and annual happenings that we have and briefly on another topic about a long lost friend that we will all miss.
First the Rituals or Happenings:
I don’t know about you all but where I am from we have many rituals. I have visited many cities and states all across the Nation and have noticed many changes in culture. Example where I live when we see a funeral coming towards us no matter if it’s on the OLD Route or on the Highway folks from my area automatically stop out of respect for the deceased, we do not push the accelerator until that last car with it’s lights on goes by.
Also I noticed while in some cities that some people do not participate in the same rituals. Another ritual or happening that we participate in is the annual Watermelon toss competition, I have sat back and watch while I have also participated in this fun match.
You see once a year a bunch of us what some may call Old Hillbillies meet up and build our own contraption and catapult some melons, you see folks the winner every year usually gets a 250.00 dollar gift certificate to a variety of stores in my home town. And No! We do not use that certificate to buy more Watermelon’s with. :)
Another old Ritual from way back when was learned while I worked in the Coal Mine with my Father in South Eastern Kentucky. The old rumor or ritual was when a miners light went out or what some of you may call lose charge then it meant his Wifey was playing around in someone else’s playground! My Father remembers a guy they all called Jar Fly, well his light went out almost every 3-4 days and as it lost it’s light they would tell Jar Fly that one of the men on 2nd shift was visiting his house before he came to relieve them from first shift.
Well after a new battery for his light and about a month of this going on old Jar Fly said he was going home cause the men had ribbed him so much and he had his own suspicions that would not rest until he proved himself wrong.
Dad told me that a miner did not show up to work that 2nd shift day after Jar Fly left and the next morning Jar Fly did not show up for work. So dad called Jar Fly’s house because he was the Superintendent and it was his job to keep the men accounted for or the owners of the mines came down on him. As he called the house Jar Fly’s Wifey said that he and Chuck were both in jail, Then Dad asked why and she just replied that Jar Fly would explain it all.
The Next day Jar Fly came to work and said he had beaten up Chuck and shot the tires off his Wifey’s car, Well all the men asked what in the world happened? Jar Fly replied that Chuck was in sitting on his toilet naked when he got to the house and the wife was fixing Chuck catfish before he went to 2nd shift. Dad said one guy actually asked him was he and Chuck both eating from the same plate? And old Jar Fly new what he truly meant then proceeded to punch the guy in the mouth.
Dad then 2 days later told Jar Fly that since he had split up with his wife had he noticed that his light had not went out? Jar fly said yep I noticed it BOSS and if it goes out again them Mama is cheating on Papa! And he can defend his own toilet. I guess old Jar Fly really cared about his toilet being used, after all he told Dad that it was his throne and no one else’s. Jar Fly’s light worked all the time after those days with not one outage.
I remember another Ritual that my Wife experienced, it was one that involved her elderly Grandmother. She took a few gravels and rubbed them on her warts, which were on her hands as a child. She actually took those gravels and touched each one to a separate wart and then placed them in a fancy bag at the intersection just down the road. Well the old saying was that when someone seen that fancy bag and opened it up they would receive the warts and the one that had them would lose them.
I don’t know the true meaning of this but my Mother-in-law told me that my Wifey lost her warts on a Monday and her younger brother had found a really neat pouch at the intersection and on a Thursday and now he had 3 warts. All he said was someone put gravels in this nice bag. But his hands were all ate up :) LOL!
Well now to the Friend we all lost which served us well over many years.
The “H Card”! Our friend the H Card is something that bonded many of us together for so many years and it was the first test card that many of us cut our teeth on. Lets not forget our friend the H Card nor let us forget the friendships it has brought us. It is odd my friends how something that I always called a SMURF because it was small and blue could bring communities together.
I know that when the last tier falls off on Saturday August 31, 2002 that many of will put our H Card to rest. But do us all a favor and take that H Card and frame it, encase it in laminating paper, Keep it in your wallet for a spare key so that you can pick your own lock if ever locked out.
Remember today friends that this H Card had not power over any of us unless we gave it power, we were the ones to control it and we are the ones that will tell it goodbye as it leaves. As Dave pulls that last breath from the Card I will watch a fallen friend go down and when it does I have a nice spot beside my Computer Desk where it will be retired.
As I take a sip of water due to a dry mouth I will prepare to close.
Well friends another Sunday has came and with this Sunday remember to be good to your fellow man and take the time to tell someone you love them even if that someone is your H Card! LOL!!!! And today if you don’t mind would you be so kind as to share a few rituals or happenings that you participate in or something that was told to you and passed down?
Again as always I thank you for showing up to the Sermon and again I must say may GOD Bless You All this fine day!
Can I get an Amen?