I remember Dan having one of these.
The G.I. Sentry post wasn't made by Hasbro but made as an accessory for Joes.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
so I emailed Brooky. Here's his reply.
The original lineup was Jennie, Don, Chris, Irene, and myself (Brook). I have only vague memories of Irene playing bass. I really don't remember how long she was in the band.
Best I recall, we had a group of sorts when Emory was alive, and that group evolved. I remember I was dating Susan Jackson around that time so that would put it around 1973-74. We had names we tried--I remember "Home Folk" or something like that--but nothing really stuck. We made the New Orleans trip somewhere in that early-seventies period. The band had developed out of Don and me playing together and then growing through our weekly prayer group meetings.
Although we had been playing for two or three years in a sort of loose configuration, we actually formed the Christian Brothers Band around 1976. I had already taken the "daring" step of playing an electric guitar at a Christian gathering. We were on a flatbed truck in the Walnut Park Baptist Church parking lot and I was playing a Gibson 335 through a Fender Bassman amp. After that day I decided I needed a smaller amp. Anyway, CBB was an "electric" band. Chris M. played a Wurlitzer electric piano, Irene (I think you're right here) played electric bass, I played an electric guitar. I'm not positive about Irene. She may already have been at Asbury (College). But it was summer, so she would have been at home.
(Irene played bass for a brief period after Emory's death. Irene used Emory's bass. -df)
The No Jive Jesus Is Alive was actually a summer festival in 1976. There were--I think--three dates, all at the ampitheater. Like one a month or something. The last one was recorded and the tape was in circulation for several years. CBB, Psalm, the Waddels, whatever Chip (Lasseter), Dan (Noojin), and Dan (Maddox) called their group. There was some really good music that day.
Among CBB's repertoire were Sweet Sweet Song of Salvation (with my first-ever soaring Strat solo), Unidentified Flying Object (I played a Small Stone phaser on that to give it a spacey sound.), Prince Song (a 2nd Chapter of Acts song). We at one time did When I Die (with Jennie singing I'll Fly Away as a chorus--her idea and a good one), but I don't remember doing that at the ampitheater.
At one point I remember having Quantrilla Edwards in the band. She and Jennie were quite a combination. Q came from a black gospel background and had an amazing voice. I used to go pick her up for practice at her home off of Tuscaloosa Avenue. She had to quit after now very long. I think she was getting hassled from family or neighbors because it looked like she was dating a white guy. Somebody told me that.
Finally, CBB was Jennie, Don, and Chris. Irene had left to go to Asbury. I was putting together Precious Little with Nori. I'n not sure CBB existed when the first Fall Festival (1977) came around. -Brook
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
It was trouble from the get go. Anything that could go wrong (short of the hard drive crashing) did go wrong. The computer locked up several times after installing it. Desktop applications wouldn't open upoon clicking. The virus program would freeze up after hours of attempted scans. I had to power up and power down I don't know how many times. I had to slowly advance forward in safe mode, write in (E-mail) for tech support (during the install process for goodness sakes). The program is full of bugs. It was a nightmare. I was instructed to uninstall the program and then reinstall online. More of the same malfunctions. It was as if I had paid for and installed a virus program rather than an anti-virus program. AHHHHH!
Finally I had decided to uninstall the program for good and get it the hell off my hard drive. Guess what, it refused to do so the second time. It refused to do so the third and fourth time. Fortunately, Defender Pro had a website where I could read a fix to get me out of the Code #1921. I also got some nice long tech instructions telling me what I should do to fix the install. I did everything I was told to a T on the first tech support letter. The second long tech support letter, I didn't read. I told them to save their breath - that I was packing it up and taking their wonderful program back to Wally World!
Today I went back to Walmart with the evil program and the receipt. The lady in Customer Service asked if the program had been opened and that they didn't give refunds. I told her that I wanted to TRADE UP to something that would work. She said I could do that. This fat boy ran back to the software section and picked up NORTON!!!! Yes, I had to pay more but it was worth every penny. It loaded quickly and scanned in minutes...minutes I say! It took over twelve hours for Defender Pro to scan my system...and failed at that. So let this be a lesson to you. Just go for the tried and true when it comes to your security and well being of your computer...the tried and true. Defender Pro could have very well messed me up big time. After I had pulled the program from my computer I decided to go to a few consumer review sites. Guess what, other people, the same program, the same problems. NORTON FOLKS! NORTON!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Burruss Wofford Finlayson
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
This photo was taken at the house on Arcade Steet too. Jennie is just a baby in this picture. Brook is the toddler with his head in between Aunt Florence and Jennie. Come to think of it...add a beard and Brooky still pretty much looks the same. I miss Florence. She passed away not long after Gina and I got married (1990). The last time I talked to Florence was on the way to my wedding. I know that out of all the Finlayson children, Florence loved Brooky the most.
It's nice looking through these old photographs. As time goes by, there are more absentees among the Finlayson clan. I vaguely remember my Grandmother Finlayson, who passed away in 1969. I do remember her sweet smile. I remember Christmas' in Columbia. Florence, Rutha and Wofford have been gone for a long time now. I look forward to that day when we'll see them all again.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
There's a Finlayson family plot in the corner of the historic St. David's Episcopal Church in Cheraw (c1770) where both Burruss and Rutha are buried. My great grandfather and grandmother Murdoch Uriah & Lucinda Pate Finlayson are buried at St. David's but in a different location. Burruss Finlayson and his family were members of the First Methodist Church of Cheraw. Last time I was there (a decade ago) he still had a pew with his name on it...information for what it's worth.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I see Tommy Puckett every Sunday. We graduated together but where not close back then. Keith Buchanan works with Puckett. I see him from time to time. People that I'd like to bump into? 1977 was the last time I saw Greg Ford. He was a buddy, and so was Mitchell Gregory. Mitchell and I go back to elementary school together (R.A. Mitchell). I've seen Mark Condra off and on down through the years. We go back to childhood together. I bump into Joey Pullen from time to time - we rode together when we were young - tricycles. I saw Rosh Harris this morning at the Post Office. She is as beautiful and as sweet as ever. I shared a lot of art classes with Pam LeCroy. We were buddies, I would not have made it through French Class l & II without her tutoring. Pam was also involved with Christian Brothers Association (F.R.E.E. House) back in the day.
Isn't school funny? You go to class day in and day out with a bunch of people and then don't see them again after graduation. I looked over the list of names at the reunion site and know that I wouldn't be able to place many names to faces.
Speaking of school -believe it or not - I am going back. I've recently been accepted in the Gadsden State Community College's (AKA: RedneckTech, Cambridge on the Coosa, University of Iran Extension) Therapeutic Massage Program. It will take me a year to go through but it will enhance what we do here at OT of Gadsden. I've ordered all my books from Ebay Half.com and I'll be heading over to enroll tomorrow morning.
This is a big step for me...because school has always given me the heebee-geebees. I am committed to do this thing because it will be good for me, good for my family and good for business. Everything so far has fallen into place. Gina said that she will be teaching me lymphatic massage techniques after I achieve my massage certification. This service will benefit Gina's past patients, as well as give us another source of revenue. We've got the room here to expand and it's a good time to take this leap. Kelsey is going into kindergarten in the Fall and I will start taking a couple of classes starting this Summer. The Mr. Mom roll is fading and I'll be taking on a new roll. Keep us in your prayers as our family enters yet another phase.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I ran across the above photograph and a flood of memories rushed back. Life has changed a lot since we moved back to Gadsden. We have only passed through Bowling Green once in the past eleven years. I miss that town, I think of it in the Fall. We made a lot of friends that we will probably never see again. I will though, always have the memories.
Monday, May 5, 2008
I remember when I was but a wee tater-tot, Dad getting all his kids outside for Sunday games. He liked to bat and would get a young one to run for him. I don't think he would've gotten that far on crutches. I guess dad got his love for baseball from his dad. I didn't. I liked playing as a kid - but have never enjoyed sitting down and watching sports on the television.I never watch sports of any kind. I've got all these ESPN channels that I don't know what to do with.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Life for my dad might have been more of a challenge than it was for those with two good legs, but dad never let an obstacle stop him. A lot of people today try to find any way to get on disability and let their handicap be an excuse not to pursue their dreams - but dad just plowed on through life. He wasn't just following, I watched him orchestrate his life, and be a leader. He went from orchestra to law school - law school to career. He had a very full and eventful life - in spite of the braces and crutches. No, he might have had a handicap - but he wasn't crippled by it.
I remember as a kid, his starting the Gadsden Table Tennis Association (GTTA). We even had national table tennis competitions in town. Here's a link to the History of U.S.Table Tennis IV (you'll have to do a name search for Finlayson or Gadsden...scroll down a little). People remember the man in the wheelchair that could play table tennis. My mom could play a mean game - won tournaments - can you imagine that? Dad also started up the Extended Ministries Association (EMA) in the early to mid-seventies. He loved camp-meeting so much that he wanted to bring a taste of it to Etowah County one weekend out of the year. Dad's profession was an attorney - but I guess - if he had life to do over again - he'd be a pastor. He even pursued his doctorate (of divinity) back in the seventies. I can't tell you how many Sundays dad would ask me to help him get to and fro, in and out of all the little churches in and around Etowah County and beyond. He loved to preach and would fill in for sick or vacationing preachers - and yes - he would often sing a song or two to boot.
On a political note - We live in such an ass-backwards culture where our government has encouraged dependency rather than independency. Rush is right - "we punish achievers" in this not-so-Great Society of ours - and reward those that prefer not to seize the day. They'd much rather seize the check. Instead of teaching a man to fish these days, we are just doling out fish to those who don't even care to put forth the effort. Growing up, I witnessed a man with two bad legs (and one bad arm) move forward and up in life without government handouts. I saw a man with braces take on life, and provide for his family of eight. Pretty darn impressive by today's standard. Now I realize it is a common tendency for kinfolk to glorify those that are dead and gone, but this was a good character of my father that I do not have to exaggerate. Thanks Dad.