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coebul

Happy Birthday Scrutney

Best birthday wishes on the fine banner day.  They should make it a national holiday.
puc reducks

Huh???

And just how much is that in DOG YEARS???

HAPPY B'DAY, SCRUT!
scrutney

Re: Huh???

puc reducks wrote:
And just how much is that in DOG YEARS???

HAPPY B'DAY, SCRUT!


273...thanks for asking.
and coe, you're a day early.
puc reducks

At least you're on the upside of 500...
coebul

Re: Huh???

scrutney wrote:
puc reducks wrote:
And just how much is that in DOG YEARS???

HAPPY B'DAY, SCRUT!


273...thanks for asking.
and coe, you're a day early.
Iwould have missed it entirely had bieramar not posted the KFK thread.  I always get it wrong.  

273???  Only one of us can claim that
auntmartymoo

Happy Almost Birthday to Scrut!
bieramar

Happy Birthday - and many, many more.
Phred

I'll try this again ... happy birthday sir ... enjoy it ... they come quicker each year.
scrutney

thanks guys.

life is sweet.
scrutney

a couple of years ago under a nom-de plume, i kept resurrecting the "happy birthday skookum" thread on -as they say- another board.

and then as scrutney i would always be the first to respond with...jeez, didn't you just have a birthday last month?

needless to say it drove skook bugshit.

i must admit i have an ulterior motive for reviving this thread.

coe turns 68 this sunday...
and seeing as i've gotten older too...and will probably forget the fifth on the 5th (due to the hard life i've led and the numerous recreational chemicals i've sent down the old pie hole) i'd better wish him a happy birthday before i....

hmm hmm humm.

when it's apple blossom time in orange new jersey, we'll make a peach of a pair.

la de da da da.

boom shaka lakka lakka boom shaka laka laka.

i wonder why it is that they say: a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse?

tie me kangaroo down sport.
tie me kangaroo down...

where was i?


Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz happy 68th coebul Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz  Razz
puc reducks

Birthday Greetings, Esteemed Elder!

I have a difficult time believing that Coebul is 68, however, because I think that would make him twice as old as Bieramar.  That's just downright AARP-ish.   Razz

Many happy returns, Coebul.

(Was there cake???  Shocked )
coebul

I am a long way shy of 68.  But thanks for the birthday wishes even iffff it is 3 days early and wrong!
scrutney

coe wrote:
I am a long way shy of 68.

yep.
about 3 days.
bieramar

Damn, I initially thought it was a simple typo - 68 instead of 58.

Now I'm wondering if all those substances have shortcircuited scrutney's synapses?

Or maybe sibling silliness?

PS to puc: I'm tooting the Meredith Wilson horn next month on my birthday.
coebul

You do know dear brother if I am 68 that would make you Um 64 and our sister would be like 71.  When sis turned 26 I looked at her just think 14 more years and you'll be 40.  She didn't speak to me for almost a year.  I can't wait to tell her you posted on the World Wide Web she is 71.
puc reducks

Bier,
Trombones??!
bieramar

All 76 of them - one for each year.
"River City," home of the big parade, is actually Mason City, home town of Wilson - and is the nearest city - 60 miles - to the small town in Iowa where I was born and raised.  

We saved our gas rationing coupons and made the trip twice a year to visit family during the war years - at the maximum 35mph speed limit.  

It seemed to take forever in a 1936 Chevy.
scrutney

bieramar wrote:

"River City," home of the big parade, is actually Mason City, home town of Wilson - and is the nearest city - 60 miles - to the small town in Iowa where I was born and raised.  


Oh, there's nothing halfway,
About the Iowa way to treat you,
When we treat you,
Which we may not do at all!
There's an Iowa kind,
A kind-a chip-on-the-shoulder attitude,
We've never been without that we recall!

We can be cold as the falling
Thermometer in December if you ask about our weather in July.
And we're so by-gone stubborn, we can
Stand touching noses for a week at a time,
And never see eye-to-eye.

But what the heck!
You're welcome,
join us at the picnic.
You can have your fill of all the food you bring yourself.
You really ought to give Iowa a try,
Provided you are contrary.
puc reducks

bieramar wrote:
All 76 of them - one for each year.
"River City," home of the big parade, is actually Mason City, home town of Wilson - and is the nearest city - 60 miles - to the small town in Iowa where I was born and raised.  

We saved our gas rationing coupons and made the trip twice a year to visit family during the war years - at the maximum 35mph speed limit.  

It seemed to take forever in a 1936 Chevy.


Lovely! Makes me nostalgic for the good old days.

My father had a 1939 Chevy, bought used after he returned home from WW II and married.  Still remember that car!

76 looks like a much smaller (and younger) number now that I'm in my 60s...
bieramar

I had a '39 Chevy DeLuxe when I graduated from high school in May '52.

I drove south until I got to Kingsville, Texas and saw an Help Wanted sign in the window of an H.E.B. grocery store - the first sortie on my flight to see the world outside of IOWA.


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Idiot Out Wandering About.
puc reducks

Way cool!  What color?  My father had a black Chevy.  Haven't researched, but I wonder whether most cars of that era/date were black?

IOWA = Idiot Out Wandering About made me laugh!  I won't even try for CONNECTICUT...  (Well, maybe after coffee...  Or I'll just sit back and let Scrutney do it!)  Very Happy

So, they had a Hebrew grocer's in Kingsville??!  That would be David's???  Shocked
bieramar

puc reducks wrote:
[Re my 1939 Chevy Deluxe] Way cool!  What color?  My father had a black Chevy.  Haven't researched, but I wonder whether most cars of that era/date were black?


MOST being the operative word, as black paint dried faster than other colors, as discovered by one of Henry Ford's engineers when they built the first assembly line.  The first Fords were red with a yellow racing stripe.  Changing to black speeded up production.

My Chevy was a Deluxe and was brown/tan. Most deluxe and more expensive versions of all companies' models had 3 to 5 non-black color exterior options. A visual in your face "keeping up with the Jones" symbol of that era, and marketing tool.  

It was a black and white world - photographs, clothing, moving pictures, magazines, newpapers - color represented wealth and status in the classes of pre-WWII society, as color had historically.  
cf. Menorcans, indentured servants, indigo plantations, "royal purple" etc.

You dad's returning from WWII and buying a pre-war-manufactured car was typical, and in retrospect one of the signs of the beginning of The Golden Age of U.S. populist civilization.

In the '30s only about half the homes in the U.S. owned a car, a Privately Owned Vehicle (POV).

City folks w/o cars rode in/on trolleys, trains and taxicabs, regardless of family income; country folks w/o cars rode horses and mules, or in/on traps, tractors and trucks. (My family's sixty mile trips to Mason City were in an uncle's car, scheduled and loaned out among many extended family members).  

During WWII POV manufacturing was ceased, with factorys turning out jeeps, trucks, tanks etc. for the war. Tires and gasoline were rationed, and the speed limit was 35 mph nation-wide to preserve oil/rubber and the life of the vehicles themselves.

After the war, production of colorful POVs commenced, as one aspect of the new classless society, and those who couldn't afford a new car could at least afford a previously owned and well taken care of pre-war POV.

They old cars weren't even traded in when you bought a new car, they were just sold to a local "junk yard" which recycled the steel for the booming new factories. Before I bought my '39 Chevy I had owned a '35 Ford, a '37 Plymouth and a 39' Ford, buying them at the junkyard for $50, and when something unfixable (within my budget) broke, selling them back for $35 - all before I was 17 years old.  

Not only could every home afford a car (or even 1 per driver), but
the G.I. Bill allowed every vet to obtain an education/training beyond their parents' class.

Ethnic segregated urban neighborhoods were abandoned for the newly invented suburbs, as people could drive back/forth to work.

Boomers began to be born as was The Golden Age.

puc reducks wrote:
So, they had a Hebrew grocer's in Kingsville??!  
That would be David's???  Shocked


Ho, ho, ho - now that's funny!  
Actually H.E.B. was - and still is - the logo for the H. E. Butt brothers' grocery chain.  In 1952 there were only 3 stores, and the brothers were hard core evangelical Baptists, requiring a signed promise for employment to NOT publicly play cards, dance, drink alcohol, associate with non-white persons, or gamble. I signed on because I needed a job, had apprenticed as a meat-cutter, and knew the produce business.

My first violation was calling for a Mexican taxicab to carry a Negro person (three segregated cab companies in Texas in those days, and my Iowa lily-white eyes weren't trained to distinguish a "spic" from a "nigger" - as it was colorfully explained to me).

My second violation was being observed giving a ride (in my '39 Deluxe Chevrolet sedan) to a Texican girl ("I's OK to screw 'em, but you can't be seen in public" from the store manager).

My third and final violation - when I was fired - was when I took the store manager's 16 year old son across the border with me at Nuevo Laredo; he got drunk and landed in jail, I came back to Laredo where my second-cousin was a Texas Ranger, we got him out of the drunk tank, and I left him vomiting on his daddy's doorsteps as the family was arriving home from church.  

Guess I got even with that H.E.B. manager.


PS: Happy Birthday, scrutney.
puc reducks

Yep, that'd be my father:  POV and living in cinderblock housing built for vets.  Appearances, you know.  Had the best time growing up in that house.  As long as I was inside by the time Kate Smith was singing "God Bless America" on the radio, I was safe! My mom had a rose-of-Sharon tree/bush just outside the back door.

Thanks for all the info on that era, Bier.  Black-and-white movies and photographs seem so striking now that we've been saturated with color.  There are many, many flicks I'd prefer to see in B&W. There is an aspect of definition and clarity when black to white and the entire gray scale are present--like that magnificent pic by Ansel Adams, "Moonrise Over Hernandez."  ALL versions!

B&W always reminds me of Truman Capote's gala of the century in the 1960s.  Perhaps the epitome of B&W cultural expression.

That Phoenician royal purple came from a bivalve--cannot recall, perhaps scallops?  Must look up.  Minerals were ground for color, even prehistorically.  Guess part of the human condition is the desire/motivation to adorn.  

~~~~~
The Baptist Butt Bros. supermarkets.  Fitting.  What a story.  But, as you noted, there is some kind of justice operating out there.

Did you understand the risks you were taking???  Sounds very dangerous.

A Texas Ranger?!  

Where'd you go after Kingsville?

~~~~~
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that Scrutney is having ANOTHER BIRTHDAY???
bieramar

puc reducks wrote:
Yep, that'd be my father:  POV and living in cinderblock housing built for vets....  

A Texas Ranger?!  

Where'd you go after Kingsville?


My dad was discharged from the USN in May 1945 after Germany surrendered, as he was deemed too old - 48 - for the projected invasion of Japan.  He had saved most of his pay during his time in the North African and Sicily/Italy campaigns, and was immediately hired as a guard at Camp Algona, which was a German and Italian POW camp in my home town.  

For the very first time in my life my family owned a (mortgaged) home, and a POV - neither new by a long shot, but my first experience in The American Dream.
About the same time my mom got a job deemed societally critical and which accrued "points" towards the top of the eligibility scale for the rationed new POVs, which would begin coming off the assembly lines in 1946. A doctor and my mom were the first two people to buy a new post WWII POV in Algona Iowa in 1946, much to the amazement and dismay of many other citizens.  We were the cats' meow driving to our fishing holes, which had provided much of our food up until that time.  

I'm related through my dad's mom to the Texas Wingert family, with a multi-generational tradition of Texas Rangers and local Sheriffs and Deputies. Having LEO relatives in various parts of the country has kept me out of (or retrieved me from) more jails than I care to recount.

I had originally moved to Texas to enlist in the Navy (Korean War) planning to become a "lifer" as many of my relatives had. Texas had better benefits than Iowa did for retired military, and I was following the advice of a career service USN uncle to establish residence there.

At that time (1952) the draft was active and in an attempt to maintain some semblance of intellectual equity each service - USN, USAF, USA, USMC - had "ability" quotas of how many enlistees each could accept every year. An extensive combined IQ/knowledge/achievement exam was administered to all draftees and enlistees, and each service was restricted as to how many people in the top percentiles they could enlist, until they filled the lower ones.  The Navy had already enlisted a couple of real smart Texas guys and so I was put on a waiting list, with my options being enlisting in another service, or waiting to be drafted, or waiting until enough other Navy billets were filled to allow for another smart gut to go Navy.  

After I was fired by the Butt Brothers (18 months after moving to Texas) I found out that Iowa would be recruiting my percentile in a couple of months, so I drove my faithful Chevy - throttle pulled out of the dash to max - back to Iowa and enlisted again. Got to boot camp San Diego in October 1953, and the delay ironically kept me out of combat in Korea.
puc reducks

Really enjoy reading your stories, Bier.  This one, esp.,

"so I drove my faithful Chevy - throttle pulled out of the dash to max - back to Iowa and enlisted again."

got to me.  I felt what I think you must have felt, driving back to Iowa to enlist. I wish those feelings, thoughts, etc., could be bottled to enjoy a splash when needed.

Still can't say what your Mom did?  How amazing is that about the car???  For a woman at that time?!  She was, as has been said before, a true pioneer in many ways!

Never knew about Camp Algona.  Seems there were lots of such camps, housing such inmates that didn't make it into the national history.  Camp Blanding held Germans.  You can still see the foundations of those buildings as well as the paths the inmates walked.
coebul

Click on the Picture.


puc reducks

The funeral wreath at the end is a nice touch!

Great card!

It's the 23rd, so I'll wish Young Scrutney a very happy EARLY birthday and say:

I'm so pleased to see that it took this country less than one year to proclaim Your Day a national holiday, as suggested above by Coebul!  See, Democrats can do anything!
coebul

puc reducks wrote:
T

It's the 23rd, so I'll wish Young Scrutney a very happy EARLY birthday and say:

Today is the 23rd isn't it?

puc reducks wrote:
I'm so pleased to see that it took this country less than one year to proclaim Your Day a national holiday, as suggested above by Coebul!  See, Democrats can do anything!
Er Puc tomorrow is the 24th...
scrutney

mom's pride and joy was born on november 23rd.

the bane of her existence was born on december 5th.

next year is a leap year and screws the whole sequencing up so my birthday falls on a friday...instead of thanksgiving.

we had a little thanksgiving celebration at work and everyone sang happy birthday...really caught me by surprise because i hadn't mentioned it.

thanks for the birthday wishes one and all.
coebul

scrutney wrote:

we had a little thanksgiving celebration at work and everyone sang happy birthday...really caught me by surprise because i hadn't mentioned it.

thanks for the birthday wishes one and all.
Somebody is keeping an eye on the Bums...  That's how they knew!  

Ya old fart.
bieramar

Happy Birthday, Good Health, and many more.
puc reducks

Oh, fer cryin' out loud!!!  Y'all just wait until I can see clearly again!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, ON YOUR ACTUAL BIRTHDAY, SCRUTNEY!!!
jasmine

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Scrutney, happy birthday to you - any many more.

You are so lucky I typed this instead of singing it  
Laughing
auntmartymoo

Dammit...can't believe I missed Scrut's birthday bash.  Crying or Very sad

A belated Happy Birthday to our most talented, entertaining & hilarious BumReject!

Lemme guess.  All you BumRejects met up in Vegas.  Luxury suites...private party...drinks on the house...all night long.  

And Celine Dion performed a breathy, Monroe-esque rendition of Happy Birthday to Scrut.
scrutney

sorry you missed it.
we re-created the rapture party but i hedged my bets this tme.
i hired some cat named pope johnpaulringogeorge, to absolve us all, in advance.
he wore funny robes and cuban heels.

puc reducks

scrutney wrote:
sorry you missed it.
we re-created the rapture party but i hedged my bets this tme.
i hired some cat named pope johnpaulringogeorge, to absolve us all, in advance.
he wore funny robes and cuban heels.



I'm like serioiusly having a flash back...
scrutney

puc reducks wrote:
scrutney wrote:
sorry you missed it.
we re-created the rapture party but i hedged my bets this tme.
i hired some cat named pope johnpaulringogeorge, to absolve us all, in advance.
he wore funny robes and cuban heels.



I'm like serioiusly having a flash back...


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where was i?
more importantly, where am i?

oh yeah...i have one of those every once in a while.
auntmartymoo

scrutney wrote:
sorry you missed it.
we re-created the rapture party...


Hmmmmpf!  I missed that party, too!

But it was probably the same ole same ole...

You dazzled the crowd with your witty repartee,
Coebul beat everyone at quarters,
Jasmine brought the best hors d'oeuvres,
Phred did keg stands all night,
Puc showed off her funky dance moves
and you couldn't tear Bieramar & Tsiya away from the karaoke machine.
scrutney

auntmartymoo wrote:


and you couldn't tear Bieramar & Tsiya away from the karaoke machine.


somebody kept messing with the karaoke lyric teleprompter while bier was singing "blowing in the wind."

the last verse came out like this:
"the answer my friend is ronald reagan,
the answer is ronald reagan."

after singing the verse, bier was heard to say "damn dutch."

auntmartymoo

Yeah, best practical joke ever!

But you gotta admit, Bier's rendition of All Along The Watchtower always brings down the house.
bieramar

My "bringing down the house" karaoke hit is my singing "I'm an Obi Wan Kenobe" to the tune of "I'm an Okee from Muskokee."

In drunken VFW halls (or Scarlett's in the old days) it often took a verse or two of my original lyrics before anyone realized the words (and concepts) weren't the original's.
scrutney

auntmartymoo wrote:

But you gotta admit, Bier's rendition of All Along The Watchtower always brings down the house.


by his own admission, the silver throated mr. b has a voice than could peel paint.

and from what i hear, the audience heeded mr. dylan's lyrics:

"there must be some way out of here."
coebul

So Sorry this is late....

Happy happy birthday may all your dreams come true happy happy birthday---------  da dum, da dum to you.....

Um forgot the rest of the words..

Happy Effing Birthday Brother...  One day late.....?
coebul

Re: Huh???

scrutney wrote:
puc reducks wrote:
And just how much is that in DOG YEARS???

HAPPY B'DAY, SCRUT!


273...thanks for asking.
and coe, you're a day early.
LOL Now I am a day late_/
scrutney

Re: Huh???

coebul wrote:
scrutney wrote:
puc reducks wrote:
And just how much is that in DOG YEARS???

HAPPY B'DAY, SCRUT!


273...thanks for asking.
and coe, you're a day early.
LOL Now I am a day late_/


thank you...thank you very much.

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