I read that quickly as “Good bye, Hillcrest!”, like you were unfriending him!
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This takes me back to the 1970s.
My mom's side of the family have grown tobacco in NC, SC, and Tennessee forever.
My uncle Sam had a huge farm in the middle of the Old Belt Region of NC.
Those pictures are exactly how I remember it. My cousins Tommy and Tony climbing the rafters with 40 pound bundles of tobacco over each shoulder. They were young kids but tough as nails.
Uncle Sam and Tommy still run that farm, and a few others. Tony has a tobacco farm about 100 miles East of his dad and brother.
They are still a couple of the toughest guys I know.
My mom's side of the family have grown tobacco in NC, SC, and Tennessee forever.
My uncle Sam had a huge farm in the middle of the Old Belt Region of NC.
Those pictures are exactly how I remember it. My cousins Tommy and Tony climbing the rafters with 40 pound bundles of tobacco over each shoulder. They were young kids but tough as nails.
Uncle Sam and Tommy still run that farm, and a few others. Tony has a tobacco farm about 100 miles East of his dad and brother.
They are still a couple of the toughest guys I know.
I was never allowed to hang the tobacco, but I did my part with the women.
My aunt Karen and cousin Lisa, along with others would sort, de-stem, and bundle the tobacco.
Karen passed away, Lisa moved away, but 91 year old Sam and the boys are going strong.
A great memory is Sam crushing wasp nests with his hands like it was nothing.....wasps and all. At 91 he is still sorting tobacco and crushing wasps. Sam was also known for getting the most Copperhead bites in the county. He was bit 4x that I know of.
And his love of cats. There were always dozens around the farm. He would take the male kittens and bite off their testicles!
Absolutely true.
He isn't much for unnecessary vet care.
A lot of old timers do this with sheep. Nip a hole in the sack, pull out the nuts, and nibble them off.
You may be shocked how many still do this. I work in a very rural area, I hear many odd things.
Sam invented prairie oysters?I was never allowed to hang the tobacco, but I did my part with the women.
My aunt Karen and cousin Lisa, along with others would sort, de-stem, and bundle the tobacco.
Karen passed away, Lisa moved away, but 91 year old Sam and the boys are going strong.
A great memory is Sam crushing wasp nests with his hands like it was nothing.....wasps and all. At 91 he is still sorting tobacco and crushing wasps. Sam was also known for getting the most Copperhead bites in the county. He was bit 4x that I know of.
And his love of cats. There were always dozens around the farm. He would take the male kittens and bite off their testicles!
Absolutely true.
And he kisses his wife with that mouth?He isn't much for unnecessary vet care.
A lot of old timers do this with sheep. Nip a hole in the sack, pull out the nuts, and nibble them off.
You may be shocked how many still do this. I work in a very rural area, I hear many odd things.
He did......it would just be creepy now.....she's been dead sinse 2001.
Sig, your uncle Sam sounds like a GD Legend, the stuff great movies are made of. You are fortunate to have him as an uncle. Someone needs to follow him around with a camera for a while. Where’s freakin’ Charles Kuralt when you need him?He did......it would just be creepy now.....she's been dead sinse 2001.
My father also had great-uncle Sam, born in India to Irish parents who were sent there by the British army. Sam’s father Thomas enlisted as a sadlemaker, and his mother…we have no idea how she ended up there, but she was a civilian employee. Sam ended up moving to Radnor, Pennsylvania when his mother passed and his father retired and returned to Ireland. He married a French woman who had immigrated as a child with her mother. Their first child was my grandmother, Marie. I never met her. She died in 1935 when my father was 16, from a back alley abortion.
Every family has a movie in the making, you just need to dig a bit, sometimes.
My uncle Sam came from Italy when he was a child. He's not technically my uncle, hes my mom's first cousins husband. But their family and ours was very close. We went down there several times a year. They came to our house 2x.....Sam was bored, did not hide it, and scadaddled as soon as possible.
He didn't serve in the military, because he was Italian....Italians are lovers, not fighters...or so he said.
Both his sons were Marines and both served in the Gulf War.
Sam never got over 5'4", 140 pounds, but he was one of the toughest guys I've ever known. He loved bar fights and was a master road rager. He one time punched the window out in a Troopers car.....with the Trooper in the car. He broke hundreds of horses in his time. He used to ride a Brahman bull named Shirley to the feed and general store. And yes, Shirley was a bull.
He made his own "corn whisky" behind his barn, and drank it often. When his daughter was in high school, her boyfriend showed up drunk to the house. He stood outside screaming, then kicked in the door. Sam shot him with number 7 low brass birdshot..."so as not to hurt him too bad."I saw him last year, he isn't quite as wild, but still super cool....in my eyes.
Holy shit!My uncle Sam came from Italy when he was a child. He's not technically my uncle, hes my mom's first cousins husband. But their family and ours was very close. We went down there several times a year. They came to our house 2x.....Sam was bored, did not hide it, and scadaddled as soon as possible.
He didn't serve in the military, because he was Italian....Italians are lovers, not fighters...or so he said.
Both his sons were Marines and both served in the Gulf War.
Sam never got over 5'4", 140 pounds, but he was one of the toughest guys I've ever known. He loved bar fights and was a master road rager. He one time punched the window out in a Troopers car.....with the Trooper in the car. He broke hundreds of horses in his time. He used to ride a Brahman bull named Shirley to the feed and general store. And yes, Shirley was a bull.
I saw him last year, he isn't quite as wild, but still super cool....in my eyes.
I love the photo of the My Mixture book. If you went into Dunhill today and asked about them creating a My Mixture they'd stare at you blankly and then try to sell you an overpriced leather belt.
This was RJ Reynold Jr.’s third wife in 1953, a wealthy sister of a Canadian industrialist.
He didn’t smile very long, and in 1960 divorced her and married a German doctor who was only 32 years old in 1961.
Which caused the third wife to get their divorce set aside.
He died of emphysema in 1964,,,,,smiling.
Sing one Porter!
He didn’t smile very long, and in 1960 divorced her and married a German doctor who was only 32 years old in 1961.
Which caused the third wife to get their divorce set aside.
He died of emphysema in 1964,,,,,smiling.
Sing one Porter!
“Kissless marriage”, probably because of the cigarette breath and brown teeth.