Saturday, May 16, 2009




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Hey y'all~


I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again!

Listen to The Candymen's version @ www.myspace.com/fiddledeedeeme


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Origins
http://www.answers.com/topic/homeopathy
Homeopathy was founded by German physician Samuel Hahnemann (1755–1843), who was much disturbed by the medical system of his time, believing that its cures were crude and some of its strong drugs and treatments did more harm than good to patients. Hahnemann performed experiments on himself using Peruvian bark, which contains quinine, a malaria remedy. He concluded that in a healthy person, quinine creates the same symptoms as malaria, including fevers and chills, which is the reason why it is effective as a remedy. He then began to analyze the remedies available in nature by what he called provings

John Forbes Innerarity 1813 - 1868 was a Scottish orthodox physician, born in Mobile, America, who converted to homeopathy and returned to America.

John was married to Frances (Fanny) Hamilton Wemyss Scarboroug Johnson Innerarity 1816 - 1880. They had 13 children.

John & Frances were Married in Kirkcaldy, Fife, Scotland 25 Sep 1837. John was born in Mobile, Alabama and was sent back to Scotland for his education where he met again and married Frances. No doubt both their parents were very well acquainted through the trade business which they were all involved in.

Copied from a letter which was copied from the Mobile Daily Register Monday Nov. 2, l868, Mobile, Alabama.

The public was shocked last Sunday by the announcement of the death of our well known and esteemed fellow citizen, Dr. John Forbes Innerarity. The deceased was born in this city on January 31, 1813.

The wealth. of his father, James, gave him all the education that the best schools could furnish. Schools of the kind were not then to be found in this country, and accordingly, he was sent to Europe, where he graduated with the highest honor, first from Cambridge, secondly in the University of Edinburgh and lastly in the Royal College of Surgeons, London.

He came home well equipped mentally for practice in his profession. His father, James Innerarity, was a man of mark before Alabama became a part of the United States.

He was member of the commercial house of John Forbes & Co., and later, of the influential house of Panton, Leslie & Co, houses which controlled most of the trade of this gulf coast through an exclusive grant of the Spanish Government.

There was a vast amount of perspicuity and energy in all the gentlemen connected with the business. Mr. Innerarity had charge of most of the correspondence and other matters requiring talent and culture.

We recall that a man fully competent to express an opinion on the subject said to us many years ago. We allude to Judge Meek, who had been in Washington investigation the records of the State Department for the purpose of gathering information for a history of Alabama, which he had then in hand.

It was this - that in all the correspondence in the numerous volumes before him, he had found no reports or letters that where so well written, so perfect as those by the father of our deceased friend. Talent came to the latter by inheritance. and it was so greatly improved by study and quickness of mind and was held so fast by a wonderfully retentive memory that there were few persons who knew more than he, or who could more readily call into service what he knew when he needed it.

Besides this, he understood some of the modern languages with a quick appreciation of their peculiar idioms. The French and Spanish for example. He was an omniverous and loving reader of our old English literature - from Chaucer to Charles Dickens - and was especially a lover of the Scotch genius.

Burns poems were to him a delight, as they must be to all men who love & have the capacity to distinguish the mental mountain from the hill which it dwarfs. As an associate and a friend, we hardly know any one more deserving of respect than the deceased. He loved his friends and spoke no ill of his enemies - for there was no enmity in his noble heart - a wrong was forgotten as soon as it was acknowledged - he was a generous gentleman - somehow (? chisled~ed. note: unintelligable) by his quick susceptibility, but always ready to serve others from a gentle nature that few understood better than the writer of this article.

In his profession he gave much service to the poor. Years ago (when we knew him intimately) if summoned in bleak nights to attend the sick he never stopped to think of his fee. He posted to the bedside of the destitute with as much alacrity as he would have gone to the that of the possessor of millions.

Mentally we have never known anyone with a more honest mind, that is, a desire to get at the truth and hold fast by it at any cost. It was this Characteristic that made him a homeopath in the medical profession. So in religion, he followed whatsoever his own good mind led him.

The deceased wedded with a lady (Miss Frances Wemyss Johnston) of Edinburgh, the alliance contracted while he was there as a student. She was a daughter of a distinguished and cultured physician of that old and famous - a lady of thorough education and many accomplishments. She survives and it is not for us to give her comfort, (for we are all passing through nature to eternity) and those who neglect to keep this in mind will find the great enemy Death, as he is called, coming when they are not prepared for his visit.

The heart must be its own comfort.

By no other means can the good find consolation. Let the bereaved family find it there, for it can be found no where else.

Copied from a letter which was copied from the Mobile Daily Register Monday Nov. 2, l868, Mobile, Alabama.

Thursday, May 14, 2009








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Prince~

It's been 26 years since Mad Beach.

It's time we got out on the road together once mo'.

My #1 Goal is TAMPA BAY IN 'O9!

Justo's in a KILLER BAND & I'm keeping up with them.
Maybe we catch one of their gigs this summer.

Put that in you pipe & smoke it!

best,
RAHJAHSTARRRR 444

LOOKING BACK, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I THREW DOWN THE LINE " I WILL PISS ON YOUR GRAVE". HUBRIS, OVER CONFIDENCE, WHO KNOWS. DIDN'T I REALIZE THAT I WAS NOT DEALING WITH AN ORDINARY PERSON. I WAS DEALING WITH A BABY CRIMINAL, A FREAK OF NATURE,
A BEAST.
THE IDEA OF A ROAD TRIP AND MY BRAIN GOES "I'M IN !" HOWEVER, SADLY, IT IS NOT A CHECK MY BUTT CAN COVER. I AM A TIRED OLD MAN NOW. LIMITED, TIED DOWN BY OBLIGATIONS,COMMITMENTS,NOTES AT THE BANK, ENERGY LEVELS. ME GOING ON A ROCK AND ROLL ROAD TRIP TO MAD BEACH ?

REG, I ADMIRE HOW YOU STILL SQUEEZE AND EMBRACE LIFE.
I AM JUST A LITTLE OLD ORDINARY MAN.
YOU ARE A GIANT.
PRESS ON MIGHTY HURRICANE.
I WILL HAVE TO STAY BEHIND WITH THE WOMAN AND CHILDREN.
ROAD TRIP TO TAMPA ? NO CAN DO.
PRINCE


Someone thinks you are a giant?
Give em' my email and I'm sure I can make you into a Lilliputian!

Should have been here for the the sold out SEACT production of Honky Tonk Angels, but hell you were!
later...
rbiii

Man,
I got something to say!
THIS GOES OUT TO ALL
these people
Who wanna label me a
WORTHLESS HIPPIE !

I am NOT a worthless hippie!

NOT!

O.K.

best,
rr

Courtesy of the Dothan Eagle:

Honky Tonk Angels’ about sisterhood




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Peggy Ussery


Published: May 1, 2009

It’s the classic country-western song — woman loves a man, lives in a double-wide, has six kids, man treats woman badly and woman runs away to Nashville to be a star.

Or, a woman grows up in poverty, mother dies, she takes care of her father but longs to be a singer.

Or, a twice-divorced business woman from a small Texas town can’t get over her high school sweetheart.

The story of Angela, Darlene and Sue Ellen play out in song after song during the Southeast Alabama Community Theatre’s production of “The Honky Tonk Angels” May 5 through May 9. The play was written by Ted Swindley, who also wrote “Always, Patsy Cline.”

“Honky Tonk Angels” centers on three women from different backgrounds who end up on the same Greyhound bus bound for Nashville. They band together to become a hit country music trio. Along the way, they belt out 28 to 30 classic country songs made popular by female singers like Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette and Loretta Lynn.

The play’s costumes start out simple enough in Act I. By Act II, the audience can expect some glam, sparkly gowns and very big hair — at least one beehive wig is a couple feet tall.

But the three women in the lead roles said the play is about more than big hair and country songs.

“It has a lot to do with sisterhood and growing together as women,” said Amy Scott, who plays Darlene.

Scott is joined on stage by Jennifer Doherty as Angela and Kendell Shows as Sue Ellen. A group of four musicians — Bob Allen, Richard Burke, David Morris and Ronnie Waller — provide the music.

“It’s less about the honky tonk and more about the angels we discover in each other’s personalities,” Doherty said.

Scott, who grew up singing in her family’s music ministry, plays the youngest of the trio. Darlene is a shy, innocent girl who grew up poor, lost her mother and had to take care of her daddy. As Angela, Doherty is a Texas housewife and stay-at-home mom who tires of her husband’s ways. Sue Ellen, played by Shows, is the blunt but flirtatious business woman who moved from Texas to Los Angeles.

“I have a lifelong dream of singing Dolly Parton tunes to an audience,” Shows said.

All three have been in previous SEACT productions, but they really didn’t know each other that well. That has changed during the rehearsals for “Honky Tonk Angels.”

“I’m in awe of them; I really am,” said Doherty, last seen as Glinda the Good Witch in “The Wizard of Oz.”

Shows said the play was more demanding than she expected. Memorizing lyrics, learning entrance and exit cues, costume changes, singing and dancing took a lot of energy, she said.

“And then they throw you on some roller skates and throw in a baton,” Shows said.


Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Frist Mention of ROCK 'N ROLL in HUMAN HISTORY ~ a '34 RAMMER JAMMER from BAMA




Coach Bryant @ BAMA in '34

SOLO GRAFFITI AT ALYS BEACH FEATURING

2009 ARTIST OF THE YEAR MICHAEL MCCARTY


WALTON COUNTY, Fla. - (May 12, 2009) – The Walton County Tourist Development Council (TDC) announces the video premier and reception featuring the artwork of Michael McCarty, 2009 Beaches of South Walton Artist of the Year, on May 27, 2009 beginning at 7:30 p.m. The event, titled Solo Graffiti at Alys Beach, combines art and music in video format projected onto the town’s iconic white walls in front of Fonville Press.

The event was inspired by Digital Graffiti, the world’s first outdoor projection art festival which debuted at Alys Beach last year. Artists around the globe have been using the latest design, animation and projection technologies to cast dynamic images onto skyscrapers and other urban structures and the concept has been adopted locally for innovative events at Alys Beach.

“Alys Beach’s white walls make it the perfect venue for showcasing Michael’s artwork in a new and innovative way,” said Vicki Kitahara, new product development manager for the TDC. “We are excited about partnering with the Alys Beach team for this premier event.”

As part of the event, McCarty’s paintings will also be on display at Fonville Press, which will be serving wine and hors d'oeuvres throughout the evening.

As 2009 Artist of the Year, McCarty’s artwork was showcased at the 2009 Cultural Arts Association Valentine Day Home Tour, the Atlanta Wine Auction, Beaches of South Walton Media Reception in Atlanta and Art Miles Mural project.

Solo Graffiti is a free event and open to the public. Lawn chairs and coolers are welcome at this premier evening of art and music under the stars.

For more information contact Vicki Kitahara at 850.267.1216.

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Robert,

Does anyone remember a guy that used to hang out with the high school kids, they called “ROJO”.

I believe he was stationed at Rort Fucker.

He hung around the Burger Chef where all the kids gathered. He was kind of a local hero for a while.

Bill Hanke



From Long Lost Cousin Paul off of FACEBOOK!


Just decided to e-mail instead of face book this time. First how have you been-what do you or did you do? Do you have family? As I told you I live in Lakeland Fl and have for 20 years. I am married (38 years} and have a 32 year old daughter. Worked at Chevrolet dealerships for 39 years.Was forced into retirement when the owner of the store here was arrested for grand theft. He was forced out of business to say the lest and a new owner has not been found to date. I would like to work a few more years but maybe I will just stay retired.

We lost my dad 3 years ago to cancer. Mother is still alive and was so excited when I told her about you finding me on face book. She will be 81 tomorrow. After dad died she moved in with my sister (Patti H.) in Birmingham. My brother in law just got a new job with Entergy Corp in Jackson Miss.(Sr IT Mang) and they are moving in 2 weeks. He had been with Southern Co 23 years.


Yes, it was Uncle Clifton. He too has passed. But his son Freddie lives in Geneva.

All my contact info is on facebook if you would like to call-email or facebook.

Again it was good to hear from you.

PE~


I do maintenance for Pake Realty @ 2609 Univ. Blvd. in T-town.
I've traveled a lot and been away from Tuscaloosa for years at a time but I always kept a place subleased here.

I got fired from Tuscaloosa Chevy on April 9, 1999 @ Lee Pake hired me that morning.

His Daddy owned Pake-McKeen Sporting Goods on Troy Street behind the Masonic Temple.

Can't even remember you Mama's name. Old age ain't for sissies is it.

I wanna say Caroline.

Hey man, I REMEMBER Grandpa Shepherd & he died when I was about 18 months old!

best,
rr


BELLINGER & Benji's kid graduating from Bama last weekend. Apple don't fall far from the tree.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Robert
For the record, that senior party (class of 66) was held on the land owned by the Adams brothers (Corky and Allan) family (Adams Corn Meal), and involved the small stream that powered the stone-ground grist mill. Access to it was not easy, down a red clay hill, filled with ruts, and yes, the early part of the festivities were pleasant. As the guys got drunker and drunker, all the girls left, making some poor bastard drive them home. He returned with the terrible news of a car accident, deaths, etc, so we all became suddenly somewhat sober, had a moment of reality, said prayers, and decided to go see for ourselves. One car available, down the hill, would not go up the damp red clay, so a dozen of us pushed it.
I didn't push far, before I twisted my ankle, and fell. The car did roll back, but I was well out of the way, injured, but not mowed down. The car finally took ground, and zoomed up the hill, all but me following.
My buds left me laying there, and off they went. I called for help from the others down the hill, but got a drunken, resounding "F U", so I stayed put, unable to walk. When the others returned with good news (no deaths), I was finally taken to the hospital, disheveled, covered in red clay, and smelling like a brewery, at 5 am. As fate would have it, the mother of the girl I was dating, was the ER nurse, and she never let her go out with me again. I had a fractured ankle, and spent 6 weeks in a walking cast.
My younger brother was indeed Ricky Davis, and died of a drug overdose in July, 1975, age 21. I never knew any of his friends, being five years older, and long gone by the time he died, but met several of them from Dothan as pallbearers at his funeral.
The moniker "Snake" can be blamed on Milner Hannihan, and Johnny Stallings, for whom I refused to divulge my middle name, so they supplied one. In those days, all the guys wore London Fog windbreakers, with initials on it. Mine weren't noticed until Time Magazine told all about hippies, teeny boppers, and drug use, especially the hallucinogen, LSD, San Francisco, and a whole subculture we knew little about.
Being a junior, my father had a field day with his initials, and played it like a Celtic harp. I finally relented, a few years ago, and have LSD on all the left French cuff of the tuxedo shirts I use for work, a much noticed item, and topic for lots of conversation. If they ask if it's really mine, I say "I had nothing to do with it".
LSD

Monday, May 11, 2009

Thanks Robert.

You know this is a bitter sweet Mother's Day as I lost my mom 3 weeks ago as she succumed to the final stages of Alzheimers. She's with her Lord and her Jerry and is in a much better place. That makes it better for those of us left behind.

On a brighter note. my lovely daughter J. is graduating and will be attending a small Methodist liberal arts college Southwestern in Georgetown TX. She'll be playing collegiate soccer there, too, and majoring in psychology/ theology or some such combination.

best wishes

L.




Mary Blanche Looney Bensberg
passed away on April 14, 2009 to join her beloved husband Jerry. She lived at Horizon Bay in San Marcos, Texas.

Mary was the only child born to George and Sarah Looney on 4/23/1927 in Mountain View, Arkansas.

She graduated Cum Laude from Arkansas College, now Lyon College in Batesville, Arkansas with a degree in English. There she met her future husband Gerard Joseph Bensberg. They married on June 1, 1948 and were married for 58 years until his passing on June 23, 2006.

The couple moved to Nashville to further their education. While there, she received her Masters degree in Speech and Audiology from George Peabody College at Vanderbilt University. During her career, she worked both with young children and adults as a speech therapist.

A memorial service celebrating her life will be held on May 30 at 11:30 at Wimberley Presbyterian Church in Wimberley, Texas.

Memorials may be made to Heifer Project, Habitat for Humanity, or Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas.


Mizzzzzzzz Bensberg




OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
L. "Snake" D.


I have asked several friends what ever happened to Snake - and no
one had a clue. It is great to hear that he is well. I am sorry
that the spirit of Brad is still tormenting so many of my
classmates including RR and Snake.

I remember a senior graduation party for the class of "67"? on a
river west of Dothan (Choctawhatchee?). There were all the
ingredients of a great party - babes, music, sun, water, boos
(muchos) and many friends.

The party continued into the night. Sometime after dark, we got a
message that there had been a terrible car wreck and two of our
classmates leaving the party were killed. Stunned - there was an
impromptu "drunken" wake for the departed souls. (Who conducted
the service?)

I remember playing and singing Amazing Grace during the musical
interlude part of the service. A little later we received the news
that there were no deaths - and that the injured were at the
hospital.

Some brilliant Classmate (please tell me who) decided that we
should all go to the hospital to cheer up the injured. As we
prepared to leave - one car could not make it up the slippery hill -
so we all got behind and tried to push. The car was too much for
the group so we stopped pushing and stepped aside. However, Snake
just sat down right behind the car. The car rolled back over Snake
and injured his leg.

Snake was certain that his leg was broken but the consensus of this
group of geniuses was that he was Ok and he was pulled to the side
to sleep it off. So much for friends having your back! (Snake - I
want to hear your version - was your leg broken?).

We continued on our way to the hospital where we were stopped at
the waiting room. I remember one of our fearless drunken leaders
(??who) assuring DHS principal Brad Stevens in slurred speech
interrupted by the occasional burp - that there had been NO -
absolutely NO drinking at the party.

The friends recovered and Brad took no action against the students
other than prohibiting a senior's party for the next year (I think).

These facts were gleaned from a memory bank that has gaping holes
and many faulty neurons, synapses, and memories. Anyone that can
fill in the blanks or make corrections - please fire away.

I certainly do not condone any of these behaviors and am
embarrassed by being part of this. However - it was part of
growing up at DHS in the 60's and I am happy to have survived! It
is a miracle that anyone survives youth.

Peace,
L A


LSD,
Was your younger brother Ricky Davis? He was a few years younger than me, but sometimes hung out with Dennis Browning, Mike Crane, Gary Salas and me around 66 or 67 .... all those years run together now. A tragic loss at such a young age.
I remember you from high school, the very distinct monograms on some of your shirts & sweaters. I graduated in 1968.
I also settled on the left coast in Oceanside a few years back, but I'm home very seldomly, spending the past few years working construction in Finland, Russia, Australia and now Africa.
Roberto,
I might argue that although Slowhand was the lead guitarist for Cream, Jack Bruce was the leader. There is no argument that Robert Johnson, although recording only 29 songs over two years, with his lyrics, vocal style, and guitar innovations make him one of the greatest, possibly the greatest bluesmen.
Happy 60! I'm still a young guy at 58 .... but hey, I'm told told all the time that I don't look a day over 65 .... mostly by my wife who hated turning old at 42 this month.
Take care, J Hodges

Cool pics Robert
H