tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post753592451935053365..comments2024-03-07T23:04:20.643-05:00Comments on ___prh...a day in the life....Blogging since July 2007: Growing up in Venice(pt 2), The Alston years1954-57(originally posted in 2008)PRHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05429172501061105316noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-20484338002977142712008-04-30T13:29:00.000-04:002008-04-30T13:29:00.000-04:00Man, that reminds me of so many run ins with snake...Man, that reminds me of so many run ins with snakes, usually harmless ones, while I lived in Missouri. Hilarious memories now. Lots of fun times. Love the pictures, as usual.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-32300496472999950882008-04-30T11:38:00.000-04:002008-04-30T11:38:00.000-04:00Sarge: Funny about the Car, because dad owned bot...Sarge: Funny about the Car, because dad owned both a 51 Hudson and a Nash Rambler back then...I think this was the Nash....I remember when we drove to Florida, we had a solid black 1949 Buick.<BR/><BR/>Hermit....I've got some other "snake" stories, me and thise damn things made a habit of running into each other back in those days.PRHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05429172501061105316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-81327691554311113992008-04-30T11:05:00.000-04:002008-04-30T11:05:00.000-04:00Your snake story reminds me of the time I was pick...Your snake story reminds me of the time I was picking peas on the Old Morrison Place in Floyd County Georgia, circa 1948, bare footed of course and stepped on a rattler, fortunately my foot was close enough to his head that he could not bite, my first step would have been about 10 feet and there was nothing but dust following me out of that pea patch. <BR/><BR/>I love your old photos, oh, the car looks like a 50/51 Nash or Hudson, not sure from the left front finder.Sarge Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533766216808955625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-66988087998672421872008-04-30T10:32:00.000-04:002008-04-30T10:32:00.000-04:00I detest snakes and Florida used to have some big ...I detest snakes and Florida used to have some big ones. My grandpa had a cabin on the little lake out at Istachatta. We saw a rattlesnake so long it nearly stretched from one side of the one lane dirt road to the other, no joke.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-79179965777913884222008-04-29T16:44:00.000-04:002008-04-29T16:44:00.000-04:00My dad grew up in Mobile, Alabama about that time....My dad grew up in Mobile, Alabama about that time. He has lots of stories just like yours. On of my favorites involves a razorback pig that treed him in a bush. Grandpa dispatched him to pig heaven with a 9mm Luger he catpured off of a dead German officer in WW2. Granpa was Airborne and during D-Day jumped and landed in Saint Mere-Eglise. He fought his way out and managed to hook up with US forces. He caried that Luger all through the war, scavenging bullets whenever he could. <BR/>Later, Grandpa told me that the only time after the war he ever shot it was to kill that boar.Ron Simpsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05401859974073059650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-47261363163025751982008-04-29T15:40:00.000-04:002008-04-29T15:40:00.000-04:00Wooo ... I can see why dad torched the CH after th...Wooo ... I can see why dad torched the CH after that snake run-in! Luckily, I've only run into one rattler out here so far and it was cold enough out that he wasn't too interested in coming after me (which gave me time to go get the camera and take a photo, too).Linhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100999113439449482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-20466228020433528602008-04-29T14:59:00.000-04:002008-04-29T14:59:00.000-04:00You got that right buck...my hair only was "neat" ...You got that right buck...my hair only was "neat" during that photo shoot, and when I discovered the buzz cut in 6th grade. :0<BR/><BR/>That snake story is one of many....Florida was indeed a wild place to grow up in back in the day.PRHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05429172501061105316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-29015364225196295582008-04-29T14:38:00.000-04:002008-04-29T14:38:00.000-04:00That "studio" photo is simply period-perfect, Pat....That "studio" photo is simply period-perfect, Pat. And I doubt your hair was EVER that neat before or after the sitting! <B>;-)</B><BR/><BR/>You guys were VERY lucky, indeed, where that snake is concerned...Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.com