Here's one more about Gabbey...then I'll zoom in on someone else! This is just a hand me down story, but I've heard it several times from my Dad: (it's short...but try to get the visual on this)
Gabbey was probably around 5 or 6, and was out in the pig pen. All of a sudden, they (the people in the house) heard this cry for "help" in a voice that would make any mother sick to her stomach from the sound of terror coming from the mouth of a child.....the voice was cryin' "HEEEELP! HEEEELP ME! HEEEELP...SOMEBOOOODY HEEEELP MEEE!". Several people take off running to the pig pen to find out how close "Gabbey" might be near death only to find him dangling from the top of the fence....his feet about 6" from the ground....he had used a bucket to climb up the fence, the bucket fell over, and he was hanging on for dear life not realizing he could almost touch the ground! Oh, and one more, and I THINK this was a Gabbey story (Mom can tell me if I'm wrong). One day...at about the same age, he was out catching baby chicks...and killing them! After several days of his Mom finding dead baby chicks, she finally caught him in action, and asked him what he thought he was doing??!! (he would pick up a baby chick and just squeeze them) and he looked at her and said, "me squeeze 'em til they shit!" ......I'm pretty sure he got his butt whooped over that! (yeah...Cory..the word is "whooped"!
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okay, I can't stand it...one more story before I go to bed (almost 1am!!) This is about Jimmie, and will help Cory get over the trauma of being told Jimmie did not fight Chuck Norris...
Jimmie was one of the youngest black belts in the Chicago area. He went to a tournament in California, where by the way Sammy Davis Jr.was a participant. Lo and behold, all these gorgeous women were walking around the lobby, and they found out there were there for the Miss America Pageant or some kind of pageant like that. All the karate men were hitting on the girls but the girls were giving them the cold shoulder. The guys were trying to find out what floor all the women were staying on, and since none of them could make an impression on the girls, they decided to send Jimmie around to find out. They figured the girls would think he was a cute little kid and he could get the info. So Jimmie hooks up with the girls, they actually take him to one of their rooms (no detail there I'll leave that for Jimmie) but he's gone for nearly two hours! Mean while the karate guys are going nuts trying to figure out where he is and what he is doing.
Jimmie finally gets back to the room with the guys, and they are begging him....where's the girls????? Jimmie refused to tell them, and no kidding....they are waaay up in this giant motel, and they grab Jimmie by his ankles and hold him upside down OUT THE WINDOW threatening to drop him if he doesn't tell! I don't know how long that went on, but we still got Jimmie, so I figure he finally told! When my Mom found out what all happened, she was ready to go "whoop" some karate butt!!
and by the way Cory, when we moved to Arkansas Jimmie was not quite 15 and there was no one in the area high enough for him to even spar with. He had to go to Memphis to get a few kicks in. He is an over achiever in everything he goes after. Plus he's the best brother I got! and now I'm going to bed!
I knew Little Jim was the coolest! The legend continues... And I didn't know girls could be cool, back then, or YOU may have been my hero! You are killing me with the stories -- you better not quit! I think I'll click your profile, 10 times, just cuz!!
As for my Dad....he may have just lost a couple of cool points after those two stories!
Alright Deb -- I've gone from Jim to Sandi to Jodi back to Sandi....you're up for my attention! ;)
Mom (Aunt Earnie) called tonight to say that the guys Jimmie had to fight at the California tournament were trained by Chuck Norris, and Jimmie won his fights with them. He came home with some medals, but since I wasn't there, I can't tell much more unless I make it up!
Yeah Debbey...let's go! It's story time for all your little cuzins. Oh, and by the way, I heard on the radio this morning,(Chuck Swindall broadcast), that if you are really "writing" or "speaking" southern style, you are to write "yaw" for ya'll...cuz we never really prononce the "L" in ya'LL. If you are refering to one person...its "yeew" ..but if you speak that word, don't pucker your lips, or people will know yeew didn't grow up here. If you are refering to a group, the proper term is "all yaw". Got it? Okay! all yaw send in some stories!!!
And if the guy in particularly narly looking then you say ewwwww!
Mom did tell me a story last night about when Midge had to go somewhere and Gabbey had to watch the kids....He was real sleepy, but didn't want the kids to get out of the apartment, so he pushed the couch in front of the door and laid down to take a nap. When he woke up he was drenched in honey, eggs, flour, and ...I don't remember what all! (whew! mean kids!) ....bet he was more careful about sleeping when the kids were running around after that! I'm sure all yaw were too young to remember that...or do you??
Incidently, that type of behavior MUST run in the family. My Dad fell asleep while he was suppose to be watching Jodi, she covered him in vasoline and baby powder...although she took it one step further because after she finished decorating him, she took one of those huge baby diaper pins and gave him a big poke to wake him up!! Why?? or Why didn't we have camcorders back then?
Well, I'm the oldest and I don't remember that one. My mom also tells about the time she found that we had put a bag of flour and a dozen eggs in the floor register of the furnace. I suppose we thought we were baking something.
I remember when my mom was a waitress and if she was really tired and wanted to sleep then we all had to take a nap in her room with the door locked. I recall getting real close to the fan and making all kinds of sounds because I liked how the sounds changed when the hit the blades of the fan. You could sing Old McDonald, make the la-la sound, or just vibrate your lips like, bbbbbbbbb. Any of them sounded neat bouncing off of the fan. (Easy to amuse, huh?)
OK I have heard that story about me covering Dad in powder then poking him with a pin. I'm not sure I'd do that. I do remember him falling asleep and I put a whole jar of Dippity Do on his head. Did you know they still sell that stuff?
Oh I just thought of a Sandi-Dad story. When Sandi was pregnant with Lori, she was in the kitchen with Dad and her water broke. She didn't know what was happening and so she starting hopping around saying, "ooo ooo ooo, I'm peeing int the floor! I'm peeing in the floor!" Dad just looked at her and shook his head.
When Sandi lived in a trailer behind Mom and Dad didn't she shoot through both trailers? I didn't live there at the time. What's the story on that one Jodi? I doremember Dad shook his head a lot when he was around Sandi.
JOOOOODDEEEE! I can't believe you told that! OHHMAHGOSH! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Hey, you have to remember I was the middle child and NO ONE told me anything! I didn't know those things happened! But it was funny....Dad did think there was something not right about me. I really didn't mean to use the shock value things on him, it just happened that way! What was really funny was when it happened again, Dad yelled "EARNESTINE....DO SOMETHING ABOUT HER!" You just had to know him, huh?
As for me shooting thru the trailer, I better tell the story so no one adds to it. Jack and I were newly weds, and lived in a trailer behind Mom and Dad. Jack worked nights. He wanted a gun for Christmas ...so I bought him one. It was some kind of rifle, I don't remember what. Now bear in mind, once again...NO ONE ever told me about guns, how to shoot, or anything a gal needs to know. There was a window peeper prowling around town and had also been spotted stealing womens underwear from clothes lines, and we had seen his foot prints under our window at least twice. Other people reported seeing him "peepin' in their windows. Well, Dad always sat in the same chair in his living room to watch Johnny Carson before going to bed. His chair was a straight shot from our traler door. We were still poor and didn't have a phone. ...yeah, can you believe it? NO PHONE???!!!! Imagine that in this day and age. Soooo, it's late at night, and I heard someone outside. I got the rifle, and thought, well, I don't want to kill anyone, but if I have to, I'll shoot just to scare anyone prowlin around. So I sat down with the rifle on my lap, and just sat quietly to listen. I noticed the gun was pointing at our TV, and I sure didn't want to hit THAT by accident, so I scooted the rifle to point towards the door. Then I wondered if the safety lock was on. I thought if I just touched the trigger "just a little tiny bit, I would be able to tell if the safety was on because it wouldn't move. Well, I barely touched that trigger, and next I know...KABOOM!!! It went off so fast I didn't know what happened! But I did see a bullet hole in the trailer door. I looked out the window, and didn't see Dad sitting in his chair, so I just figured he went to bed. (and thank God he had gone to bed). When Jack finally got home, he walked in the door and said "What the hell went on here tonite???!!" I said, nothing, why? He took me outside the trailer and showed me about 4 different places in the trailer that had big holes with the metal peeled back! I couldn't believe that gun shot like that! (or how sensitive that trigger was!)Ohhhh, yeah ...the metal was peeled back and the holes were purty good size.
I don't remember all the events, except there was a bullet hole in Mom and Dad's window...just about where Dad's head would have been had he been sitting in his chair watching tv. We also discovered a bullet...or shell, whatever it's called in Mom's curtains.
It really did scare me, but you should have seen Dad's face THAT day! LOL! They (and who knows "who" "they" are), said had the metal not slowed down the bullet, things could have been a lot worse! Dad told me I was to never touch a gun or a rifle again....but guess what? We never had any more window peepers around after that! .....and that's my Sunday Shootin' Story. and um ....thanks dear sisters for bringing up those two events. You know I'll get even...so why would you do that? LOL!
Oh my gawd! I think we need a professional paramilitary person to sweep the grounds before this reunion. I don't want Sandi even picking up a weapon and asking, "what does this button do?"!
(These stories are really getting juicy!)
this comment MIGHT be another duplicate....I tried to post from my email, and someting stuck...so since I don't see it, I'm going to write it again. First of all, don't worry about me and weapons...I've learned my lesson. In fact the only weapon we have now is a little pistol that the cylinder (the thing that turns in circles and holds bullets) has to be held in place with one of Jack's old golf tee's. This way, I KNOW it won't work without the golf tee...mistake proof! (I think). ...and thanks Sarah for your "piffy" comment. Good thing we all have a good sense of humor! At least TODAY I do. Tomorrow I may be thinking of pulling the golf tee...(kidding...just kidding! honest)!!
Now that my sister's have stripped me of any class I may have THOUGHT I had....I guess I can forget about "puttin' on the ritz" at the reunion. gosh, I guess I'll have to come as myself now!!!
more, more more!
Now we are really startin to sound like Laddkins
Orrin
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