and the Shotgun Boogie
August 9th. is Marm's birthday...we need a volunteer to write her tribute!
I cannot write the tribute to Miss Ramona Wigley. I AM not qualified to do so. Thomas Jefferson suggested that John Adams take the lead in writing the Declaration of Independence. Adams said that he was not qualified to do so and that only Jefferson could achieve the task at hand.
So someone slightly removed from the love and affection that we hold for Miss Wigley must write her tribute.
No tributes needed! I am grateful to be beginning my 76th year
tomorrow, and I pray that each day of it will be one in which I live the
FAITH to which Paul refers in Romans 12 as he outlines our personal
responsibility to God. What a challenge!!
Thank you, thank you for the beautiful messages which you have sent in
honor of my birthday. I'm especially touched by the beautiful words and
thoughts you have composed. I am impressed by the talent obvious in
your clever acronyms, songs, verses, and prose. What great
representatives you are of your Minden High School education!
Those of you who were among pupils in my American History classes will
likely remember what wonderful contributions came from our proud Minden
community and how graciously our families shared treasures, artifacts,
and other human interest items which made our work so much more
interesting. The gun in the picture (... and would you please observe
the length of that barrel!) was brought to school by Richard Drew Carey
from a family collection of Revolutionary and Civil war items and used
in a class presentation . Throughout the day many others enjoyed the
rare bit of history -- including other faculty members -- and I suspect
that few were unaware of the gun's presence. Can you even START to
imagine what a disturbance such a thing would be TODAY!?!?! Both
teacher and student would be run in for suggesting that a gun might be
brought to school; and surely there would be trouble if it actually
appeared! The trouble probably would be the teacher's losing her job.
Fortunately, such was not the case in 1951-52 (?) and Richard was a
hero, indeed, for sharing his knowledge and the family treasure.
My classroom was on the back (overlooking the infamous "PIT") of the
first floor north wing, Pat Nation's was the long room between mine and
that on the front of the building where Mrs. LeRue Lyon taught English
and worked with her staff publishing The Grig. The most surprising
thing about the picture, I suppose, is that Mrs. Lyon asked us to pose
with the gun for a picture. Mr. Nation laughingly agreed, and he posed
with his hands up, as if in surrender. The original caption was
something to do with a song popular at that time, one which I'd never
have believed Mrs. Lyon would even know about, much less approve --
"Shotgun Boogie." Do YOU remember that?
As you can tell, the picture was taken in the foyer just outside the
office. I was in my early twenties, never considering, of course,
that I might one day be looking back from seventy-five on such a
picture. Thanks for sharing the picture and the memory as a super
birthday gift! I had forgotten that EVER I was so young.
Breezy Roberts and Steve Kirkikis later were students in another room at
the opposite end of the building, when Mrs. Foret's Ford motor was moved
into her main lab and I was installed, instead, with my classes in the
room on the front of the building. I have read with interest and
appreciation Breezy's e-mail contributions to this group, and I hope
I'll learn even more of his accomplishments. Getting to see Steve and
to meet Maria at the web parties has been rewarding, too. Kathleen
Hortman will enjoy my telling you what fun it was to recognize Tommy
Ashcroft last summer after all the years since he was in that classroom
overlooking "the pit" outside the cafeteria.
Thanks, again, to each of you for sharing these memories on my birthday!
It is a delightful way to celebrate.
Recorded by Tennessee Ernie Ford
Words and music by Tennessee Ernie Ford
There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the window and over the gate
The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast
Shot- gun Boogie I done saw your tracks ...
Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back.
Well, over on the ridge is a scaley bark
Hick'er nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat Squirrels they scratch and they bite
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
Shot-gun Boogie all I need is one shot ...
Look out bushy tail, tonight you'll be in the pot.
Well, I met pretty gal she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had, she said: "A FOX 410."
I looked her up and down and said: "Boy, this is love."
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat Dove
Shot-gun Boogie boy the feathers flew ...
Look out Mr. Dove when she draws a bead on you.
I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said: "Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my pap,
He's got a 16-gauge choked down like a rifle
He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle."
Shot-gun Boogie draws a bead so fine ...
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time.
Well, I called on her pap like a gentleman oughter
He said: "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter."
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
When the gun went off, I outran the shot
Shot-gun Boogie I wanted wedding bells ...
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.
Can't Pat Watson see that Marm has a gun?
Why is he climbing in her window?
I thought only Freshman got thrown in the pits.