Here's a photo of our grandfathers in WWI, members of the Fightin' Heck-Kittens out of Texas.
As with their grandchildren, they went skipping merrily along until one day -- WHAM -- life in the form of a propeller blade came along and whacked 'em upside the head so's that they's just a little big tetched in the head.
If it hadn't been for the potato that my great uncle had given my grandfather to carry in his coat pocket while going into battle, these two might not have survived the thrashing that the prop had inflicted.
ReplyDeleteThis was because, they pulled a McGyver and, using the potato, a paperclip, and a can of Draino, created a self-propelled artificial pinkie finger to replace the one lost in the propeller accident.
ReplyDeleteIt's a shame the rest of these photos no longer exist. If you will notice here, Vance's grandfather has may grandfather by the wrist -- they were playing crack the whip! Unfortunately,Ricks grandfather was whipped directly into the oncoming path of the plane, neatly severing his soul from his flesh. This is why we always admonish youngsters to use their horse-sense and avoid horseplay and horsefeathers.
That too! Tom foolery, hi-jinks and shennagens were strickly ferbotten. You could put someones eye out ya' know! The grandchildren grew to be strappin' chaps with no desire for such wise-cracken' antics. Instead, they drank, smoked and chased women til the end of their days (roughly their 40's) and then they just went to hell in a hand-cart!
ReplyDeleteWhen Vance says "The end of their days," he's not inferring we died. He just means when our wives cracked the whip and we had to get with the program.
ReplyDeleteThat is correct sir!
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