Tara ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Goodness. Cass's brain is sassy tonight.Cass's brain is *starving*...
Okay, and maybe sassy. But *hungry* too.
clearly the pizza boy had no porn because HE was supposed to be bringing the orgasms....Well this was my theoretical plan but the Diet Pepsi threw me.
Hey, Pete, I'm to tell you you Have a Fan.
My nephew, it seems, speaks of you often now.
this may be totally tl;dr, but I had...I don't even know what to call it back home. The funeral and fact of the death were upsetting, but the stuff surrounding was magical.
Morgan Family Funeral Volume 3, Chapter One
So. Got back from funeral weekend this evening around 7. It was a strange mix of sad and good.
We got down to my grandparents trailer around 3 in the morning TBD (the baby daddy) was deee-runk. K and cherub were up and we chatted for a while and played with cherub (who is acting totally 2).
K made me and Mr. Jane sleep in our grandparents' old bed. It freaked me out at first, but then I decided that that bed was good luck for marriages. We still slept on top of the covers. I poked through some of the drawers and stuff. I found Grandandy's old pocket knife, sharpened to a thin, sharp blade, his never-used lighter from when he was president of the Louisiana Peace Officers' Association and Mimi's engagement ring (which we polished and gave to an aunt the next day) I'm going to ask my ex-cop uncle if he doesn't mind if I have the lighter. There were also all kinds of pictures. My favorite was a crazy looking bearded guy with a violin on his knee from probably the mid to late 1800's. He's apparently my great- great grandfather.
My grandparents' turned out to be an unfortunate place for 4 adults plus baby to try to get dressed. We missed any sort of food until after the funeral in Many. The service was mostly stunned silence. It's hard for it to be just about Johnny. I think with Mimi, we just figured she'd go after Grandandy did. Johnny just really does feel like the beginning of the end, not really of the family, but of the generation that K and I grew up with. My aunts and uncles were really tight and that meant that we grew up with a lot of family around all the time.
Johnny was buried next to Mimi and Grandandy so I got to get a look at their grave marker. It has hands clasped (as they did every night before bed) and all their kids names on the back.
K and I went to see my uncle's widow, and got lost on the way over (everything is at least 30 minutes away) and found craxy Redneck land. It's like it had everything an actual town would have, but rednecked up. So there's an airport that's basically a strip of sad concrete behind a chain link fence. A computer store that's a hand painted sign that says "used computers" in front of somebody's house. A smattering of bars with names like "The Lost Cajun" a gas station that is also apparently the redneck version of Starbucks since it has a sandwich board sign near the (dirt) road, advertising cappucinos. There's even a "lounge and motel" and a good part of town-which is literally right across the street from the bad part of town.
Mr. Jane and TBD went and made groceries at the Big Star "in town" so we grilled out and hung with K's dad, brother and step-mom, our uncle and our dads' cousin's daughter's 2 boys. Then we all went across the street to dads' cousin's house (Borita is what we call her and her husband) and played pool in the game room they added onto the trailer. My cousin whose dad it was that died was there with his step-daughter's daughter. The men were mightily impressed with Mr. Jane's mad pool skillz.
We laughed and drank and smoked and told family stories until it dwindled to just me and Mr. Jane. Borita went to bed and told us we could go swimming in the above ground pool. Which we did until we couldn't keep our eyes open from the drinking, chlorine and tired.
Sunday we got up and K and I went through some old pictures and stuff. I found pictures of my grandfather's family, old pictures of my family. I was told to keep any pictures of me or dad or mom, as well as any of Mimi or Grandandy I wanted. I have one of me and our pet raccoon and one of Grandandy in his fishing gear by the Morgan's Mountain sign and his Old Fisherman's Crossing sign.
My uncle brought over some pictures of Dad and the coaching staff at Ole Miss, and oddly, his first draft of his resume from 1985. I got the book (continued...)
( continues...) of family recipes I wanted (which will be chapter 3) I also found an envelope with Mimi's family history and tree that goes back as far as 1846 when one of her great-great-great grandmothers came over from Germany (chapter 2)
Hey, Pete, I'm to tell you you Have a Fan.
My nephew, it seems, speaks of you often now.
Aroo? In what way?
Can I ask how on earth this whole thing came up?
Go on, indulge me with the full anecdote...
DJ, I intend to read your story in the morning - I am very tired, and though it's definitely not tl;dr, it's a bit pl;wrt (pretty long; will read tomorrow).
Can I ask how on earth this whole thing came up?
Family discussion of our various 4th of July plans. Wasn't very exciting.
DJ, it sounds like a whole mess of emotions and things, that I get, but can't articulate. Bittersweet.
Great clip, Gris. Harry Groener was a big Broadway sta before Joss lured him away. When I heard he was cast in Buffy, my first response was "They have a song-and-dance man playing a bad guy? Huh."
Morgan Family Funeral, Volume 3, Chapter 2
Probably the coolest thing I found was a letter to Mimi's sister-in-law from Mimi's cousin:
Dear Juanita,
Sorry not to have answered your letter sooner.
Enclosed is the carbon of a letter to a Mrs. J.W. Meador, which I am also sending to William H. White on the same subject, as it explains everything.
I do not know our great-grandfather's name, the Choctaw in Mississippi and I hoped that Dorothy would. She wrote us earlier in the year that they could be out this way in June and Millie (my blue eyed squaw replied telling them to come stay with us. They haven't showed up so I presume that they are not coming.
How have you and Jim been doing? Fine I sure hope. As I remember, and have a picture of him, he is tall and slim & more so than any Meador than I can remember.
Maybe he knows the name of our Choctaw grandfather, and where Johnny Russell was buried. I think in either Lehigh or Atoka afther they moved from the T.A. Bryan farm where they lived next to us in the Indian Territory. He might know something of this related by his father, Uncle Johnny.
When I was a kid, Uncle Johnny used to tell me about going up the trail with cattle to Kansas and to Montana as the trail herd ironsmith, as blacksmiths were called in those days. In my mother's manuscript she describes coming from there to east Texas and then going to the Indian Territory. Johnny was then on a drive north and later joined them near Boggy Depot, I.T.
Uncle Johnny was the only one in the family who could speak a smattering of Choctaw, and I remember, "O, la amallie ga eh ah," which supposedly means, "Oh, what a mighty warrior was he."
Anything that Jim can recall that Uncle Johnny told him about the Meador family, please pass it on. Did you see in TRUE WEST the story by Charles McAdams (me) GHOSTLY HAPPENINGS AROUND OLD FORT WASHITA? Incase you haven't I am sending the mag under seperate cover.
Enclosed is this letter to a Meador in Mississippi
Your letter of June 24th has been sent on to me from the publisher of TRUE WEST. I am, of course, Charles McAdams.
The facts in GHOSTLY HAPPENINGS AOROUND OLD FORT WASHITA were told me many, many years ago by my grandfather, James Calhoun Meador, my uncle John Meador and my mother who was Susana Bell Meador.
My great grandfather Meador was at least a half Mississippi Choctaw Indian and probably a fullblood, according to what I can remember. He owned more than 1,000 acres of land around where Meridian and Tupelo Mississippi now stand and had 300 slaves when the civil war broke out. He also buried $800,000 in gold on which ever one was his 300 acre plantation. This was buried in several places but after the civil war he was so old and crippled up that he could never remember where it was buried.
What I am trying to find out is at which of those towns wa his home plantation and what his first name was. The oil fields, discovered many years ago, are on his old plantation lands.
The name "Meador" not Meadors or Meadow or Meadows, is of Choctaw Indian derivation, and it means a cultivated field. Anyone with the name Meador has to go back to the old war chief who was my great-great grandfather, who's name I haven't the faintest idea of. Nor of my great great grandfather.
My grandfather was James Calhoun Meador, a veteran of the civil war. He enlisted as a private but within a few months of the end of the war he was a major on General Lee's staff. However, there are no records [Actually I did find a James C. Meador- but with Moore not Lee] existing to show this. Promotions were fast and furious during the last gasps of Lee's campaing. He was out with a cavalry unit when Lee surrendered. On hearing this while returning to the command, he said boys, "Its everybody for himself now," and went home to Mississippi. He did not go in to get a Confederate Army discharge but did later from the state of Texas, which I have, and also his bible carried during the war, which he always called, "the (continued...)
( continues...) war between the states."
James Calhoun Meador married Francis Morgan [a distant relation of Grandandy's] (the niece of General Morgan) in Gainsville, Texas. He had the following children as I knew them, John, Rebecca, Laura who died at 19, Susanna Bell, and Charles.
John was the only one who could speak Choctaw. All of these people are long dead. Uncle John used to try teaching me Choctaw but I can recall very little of what he did teach me.
Uncle John had three children, John Russell who died about 1909, Kathleen who passed on sometime in the 1950's-I don't know when, but I grew up with these two in the Indian Territory. A third daugher, Dorothy Sanders still lives in Shreveport, Louisiana and there also resides his youngest son, J.C. Meador.
James Calhoun Meador (my grandfather) had a brother named John something or other, who never left Mississippi and he had a number of children, so I have been told.
Rebecca Meador King had a number of children, all of whom are now dead except Ethel Provost and Edith Jones, now living in California.
Charles Meador had two daughters. I do not know their names or where they reside today.
My mother had three children, me my brother who is county sheriff here, and my sister, who also lives in Flagstaff. She married into the Richardson-McAdams family, hence the name Charles McAdams, and all were pioneers in Arizona. They were Navajo Indian traders and I speak Navajo fluently, but not Choctaw.
Some time back I had a letter from Juanita Meador, the wife of my first cousin, James C. Meador [I'm not putting in the address]
She sent me a letter from William H. White, [another address] who was trying to trace his own family. He states that Mary Ann Tidwell married Joel Alexander Meador, who died in Wayne County Missouri, and that Joel passed on in Fisher, Lousiana.
Any Meador is a descendent of the original Meador Mississippi Choctaw family.
I would like to know the names of my great-grandfather, and that of my great-great grandfather Meador, but can get nothing out of the county recorders in Mississippi. I rather imaginegreat- grandfather's destroyed. However, there is a record of him in Mississippi as late as 1874, but5 I can't get any document on this other than the bare admissioin. This porbably comes from the fact according to my grandmother who did not die until about 1935, because the title to the oil lands was not clear.
Anything you might help me on straightening out the geneology of the Meador family would be greatly appreciated.
Both great-grandfather meador and great-great grandfather Meador supposedly served in the Choctaw-Chickasaw regiment during the war of 1812, but I can't get any documentary proof on this either.
Then on the back of a sheet of paper with Mimi's family tree listing Mary Puline Stelzer as her grandmother on her mother's side it says "Mary Pauline Stelzer's parents. Anna Elizabetin Stelzer- Came from Germany to be married to a man in N.Y. She met Christian Stelzer on the ship (3 month crossing) and married him instead. Christian left Germany to avoid serving in the military servis on ships he was a cabinet maker. His brother, Martin, was already in America and was an iron worker."