tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post7936362992836818208..comments2023-10-15T06:32:53.230-04:00Comments on TOTUS: Old, Old StoriesRon Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11220328678840317631noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post-46019775311983981212009-10-30T00:43:11.129-04:002009-10-30T00:43:11.129-04:00Ref:"...the old man smiled as he puffed his p...Ref:"...the old man smiled as he puffed his pipe and said,..."<br /><br />I thought you said your grandparents never lied...<br /><br />Great story! ...too bad about the dogStorm'n Norm'nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10513268787691532681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post-57963318276888053432009-10-28T01:54:33.030-04:002009-10-28T01:54:33.030-04:00Thanks for sharing all the stories. They were very...Thanks for sharing all the stories. They were very interesting! The story about the dog was very sad. The story of the black guy in the woods seemed to me to be about justice. I wish there was a little more justice dealt out nowadays.Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040553825059591114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post-81484487590053577532009-10-27T19:16:26.219-04:002009-10-27T19:16:26.219-04:00Sorry to hear of your recent loss James. Its alway...Sorry to hear of your recent loss James. Its always good to remember those who have left us.Ron Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11220328678840317631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post-71308365694961695542009-10-27T18:50:36.711-04:002009-10-27T18:50:36.711-04:00One day just after I began to walk I was put down ...One day just after I began to walk I was put down in my crib for my afternoon nap. My mother went off to begin her house work for the day before my dad came home.<br /><br />Apparently, according to my mom, I did not go to sleep. I climbed up and over the safety bars on my crib and out our first story window to the ground.<br /><br />Mom tells me about an hour and a half later there was a knock on the front door. She answered and to her shock was me and one of the black kids from next door.<br /><br />I had gone next door and played with the other kids for that long!<br /><br />The kid told my mom that he had to go in now and that he thought that I should be home too!<br /><br />To this day I do not remember that day in Connecticut. My mom does though!<br /><br />Speaking of being remembered after you are dead. My aunt Elaine, who was also my godmother died yesterday. She will live forever in my heart!<br /><br />-j-<br /><a href="http://blog.jamesjayjordan.com" rel="nofollow">The Right Look</a>The Right Lookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08488995192597341986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post-28304997253062682852009-10-27T14:08:03.357-04:002009-10-27T14:08:03.357-04:00In those days the word "nigger" was comm...In those days the word "nigger" was commonly used in my part of the country. Its seems as I have traveled around the country that in those areas with a large black population the word is used most. While living in the valley in CA about 20 years ago I was quite surprised when my friend who was born and raised in the Valley use the term "Okie Rig" when making a temporary repair on his car. If one recalls the history of CA during the depression you will recall that native Californians did not like the "Okies" coming in and set up road blocks on the roads coming in from the east. Point being every area of the country especially in days gone by has had groups that were looked down on for various reasons---this was common and not confined to the south and blacks. Many like to point a finger at the south in order to cover the actions of some from their own regions of the country. I used the "N" word many times and still use it today to refer to those blacks who go around with their hand out thinking I and others owe them something they are too lazy to make themselves.Ron Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11220328678840317631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388559448711486521.post-42899954243885476462009-10-27T11:36:05.698-04:002009-10-27T11:36:05.698-04:00The story about the dog is very sad.
I remember...The story about the dog is very sad. <br /><br />I remember my mother telling me about them working in the fields right after I was born. She would wrap me up and put me on a blanket at the edge of the field under a tree, then go about working in the fields. <br /><br />I also remember one time she left me in my high chair while she was outside doing something. I somehow wiggled down and got my neck caught in the strap that was supposed to be between my legs to hold me in. I could have hanged myself, but she came back in and caught me in time.<br /><br />It was a different era, people did what they had to do to survive, to make a living. <br /><br />When I was three years old they moved to Cleveland Ohio to work in the factories, save their money, and ten years later return to Tennessee and buy their own farm. <br /><br />As for the skinning of the black man, that too was a different time. My parents were good people, Christians, never heard them use a cuss word, or drink, or smoke, or anything. But on a couple of occasions I heard my daddy use the word "nigger". I cringed when he used it. So did my mother. He didn't mean anything bad by it. It was the term he grew up with for black people. As time went by I never heard him use it again.<br /><br />Deborah F. Hamilton<br />Right Truth<br />http://www.righttruth.typepad.comRight Truthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18274108313586611205noreply@blogger.com