Friday, January 01, 2010


I have taken the mid-Sixties Dean of Women's AWS Test for Freshman Girls & identified my TOP TEN ABSURD QUESTIONS out of the 34 on the test.

My BIG JUDISH TOP 10 ABSURD QUESTIONS ARE (drum roll, please):

Question 5: The 3 major rules concern:
A. Drinking, visiting in men's apartments, visiting in hotels and motels.
B. Visiting in men's apartments, signing out for week-ends, late permission.
C. Drinking, late permission, signing "Off Campus."

Question 10: Women students may be granted late permission for concerts or theater attendance in Birmingham by requesting the same of:
A. House Director
B. Dean of Women
C. Parents

Question 11: A woman student may not leave campus for out-of town destination in an automobile after 7:00 p.m. except with:
A. Boy Friend
B. Family
C. Upperclass boy
D. Graduate student

Question 14: A second semester freshman who has a B average may have_____ free evenings a week.
A. 4
B. 3
C. the same as first semester
D. 5

Question 17: Girls attending costume parties are NOT required to wear a raincoat when leaving dorm.
A. False
B. True

Question 22: A violation of the rule on the part of a guest automatically means:
A. The hostess must serve the penalty
B. The guest is severely reprimanded
C. No penalty is issued

Question 25: Bermuda Shorts, jeans, pedal pushers MAY BE WORN without covering skirts :
A. Post Office, public places, front yard
B. Directly enroute to picnic, tennis courts, lounges until 5:00.

Question 27: Where may University girls smoke on campus?
A. Class rooms, front yard, supe store
B. Residences, supe store, and halls
C. Residences, class rooms, front steps

Question 31: Bermudas can be worn downstairs in the dorms until?:
A. 2:00
B. 7:00
C. 5:00

Question 32: For a Co-ed's picture to be published, she must obtain permission from:
A. House Director
B. Dean of Women

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Your email was amusing, but I am afraid I can't help. I have no idea where Teddy Tollofsen was buried. I see you sent the email to Vivian, she will likely be able to help. If not, you might try park manager Carl Keen or the local history section of the Bay County Library.

Captain Graydon York, the source of much of the accurate information in James Burgess' history of PCB: SAND IN MY SHOES


The accident served as an awakening for Garcia, who later commented: "(t)hat's where my life began. Before then I was always living at less than capacity. I was idling. That was the slingshot for the rest of my life. It was like a second chance. Then I got serious".[42] It was at this time that Garcia began to realize that he needed to begin playing the guitar in earnest—a move which meant giving up his love of drawing and painting.[43]

From the ART Scene - Michael McCarty Exhibit at the Coastal Branch Library in January


The Walton County Tourist Development Council (TDC) and Friends of Coastal Branch Library proudly presents the January 2010 Art in Public Places exhibit featuring paintings by the 2009 Artist of the Year, Michael McCarty.

Each year, the “Artist of the Year” creates two commissioned pieces, including one for the winner of the Van Ness Butler, Jr., Hospitality Award and one depicting the essence of Beaches of South Walton to be hung publicly as part of the Art in Public Places program. The Coastal Branch Library is displaying some of McCarty’s work, including his commissioned painting “Twenty-Six Miles of Paradise,” during the month of January.

Here is a YouTube Video (by robertoreg) of Mr. McCarty's work:

McCarty produces contemporary, modern art work and traditionally works with acrylic on canvas, but has been known to experiment with mixed media. His canvases are filled with an abundance of color, sometimes brilliant and sometimes muted, but always interwoven with subtle visual suggestions. His styles range from abstract to figurative to botanical and everything in between.
With a background in graphic design, his designs have graced the album and book covers of such legendary artist’s as Little Richard, James Brown, Patti Smith, Joe South, Isaac Hayes, Willie Nelson, Jerry Lee Lewis, Lynard Skynyrd, Dave Barry and Lewis Grizzard.

Each month, this unique partnership between The Walton County Tourist Development Council (TDC) and Friends of Coastal Branch Library brings new, distinct exhibits to the public through displays at the Coastal Branch Library.

Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream.

It's a long time to be gone
Time just rolls on and on
When you need a shoulder to cry on
When you get so sick of trying
Just hold tight to your dream

When you get so down that you can't get up
And you want so much but you're all out of luck
When you're so downhearted and misunderstood
Just over and over and over you could

Accroches-toi à ton rêve
Accroches-toi à ton rêve
Quand tu vois ton bateau partir
Quand tu sens ton coeur se briser
Accroches-toi à ton rêve.


Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see the shadows falling
When you hear that cold wind calling
Hold on tight to your dream.

Oh, yeah
Hold on tight to your dream
Yeah, hold on tight...
To your dream.

June 5, 2007--The News Herald, Panama City, Fla., Obituaries

Zelma White York, 91, of Panama City, Fla., went home to her Lord and Savior on Friday, June 1, 2007.

She was born Aug. 13, 1915, in Claridon County, S.C., to George and Estelle White. She had been a resident of Panama City since 1937. She was a member of First Baptist Church of Panama City, the Order of the Amaranth, Rush L. Darby Court 28 and Rebekah Lodge 15.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Capt. Graydon York. She is survived by two daughters, Sharon York Powell and husband, Dalton, of Panama City and Tanya York Stivers of Atlanta; two granddaughters, Shannon Anderson and husband, Joseph, of Fairbanks, Alaska, and Dale Holbrook Stivers of Atlanta; and numerous nieces and nephews.

A celebration of her life will be held Wednesday, June 6, 2007, at 2 p.m. ...

Monday, December 28, 2009

Hey y'all~

Three nights in Panama City Beach were a great way to celebrate Christmas & I should have known Christmas Eve would be special when I walked into the bar & heard the girl behind the bar singing "I'm Dreaming of a Wet Christmas" to the local chapter of The Negligent Mothers of Bay County.
I joined in the festivities and entertained the Sea Hags by doing karaoke versions of Grandpa Jones' MOUNTAIN DEW, Joe Cocker's THE LETTER, Hank Sr.'s JAMBALAYA & Johnny Cash's FOLSOM PRISON BLUES. I was good enough to garner invitations to Christmas Dinner @ three different bars on the beach!

The next day found me beach combing Sunnyside & Santa Monica Beach. Weirdest thing happened... I walked right up on a loon laying in the sand that appeared to be ill. I threw the boomerang I'd found in the dunes at it but it didn't move. The boomerang stuck right next to the loon but I was kinda scared of retrieving it with that long beak staring at me. I picked up a piece of silt fence & threw that at the loon & when that didn't bother it, I retrieved my boomerang. When I walked back to my original position, I noticed a loon skeleton in the sand next to my foot.

I'd left my camera in Tuscaloosa so I took off for the Winn-Dixie to buy one.

When I returned, the old loon who had no fear of me was gone but the mystery of the skeleton remained. Could the old loon (they often live as long as twenty five years) have been grieving for its departed mate?

The next day found me in Panama City's Greenwood Cemetery tracking down another mystery.

I was looking for the grave of The Hermit of St. Andrews, Teddy Tollofsen. I'd learned about Teddy back in '86 when I purchased SAND IN MY SHOES by John A. Burgess of Opp.

Teddy lost his boat in the Hurricane of '29 near Bay Point but he found it run aground where the present day campsites are located near Grand Lagoon in St. Andrews State Park.

Teddy decided to stay there & repair his boat. Well he never repaired it but he stayed for the next 25 years until his death in 1954 @ the age of 74.

"Teddy beside his shack (left) and smokehouse (right) one month before his death"

Teddy's Smokehouse

Here's a 1950 account of Teddy that appeared in "Florida Wildlife Magazine" that describes Teddy's shack:

Visiting his cabin is like making a trip to a nautical museum. The shutters swing on zinc-coated skylight hinges that drifted in with ship wreckage after the '29 storm. The front door is secured by a massive padlock that likely would rate a tidy sum from an antique collector. A portion of the cornice contains the hand-carved wooden name plate of the schooner "Techumseh" built at Gloucester, Mass., in 1911, she tore up during a Gulf storm in 1931. The cabin itself is compact to say the least- containing a wood cookstove, a built-in table, and a bunk. Nine lanterns hang from the rafters or stand on the floor.

Here's Burgess' description of Teddy's lifestyle:

Teddy was a gifted, resourceful man. He possessed many skills and a strong will as well. His intentions to repair his boat were sincere.

Time passed, though, and gradually reality prevailed- the boat was beyond repair. It was at that moment that Teddy became the hermit of St. Andrews.

Taking all the usable goods from his boat, and gathering all the driftwood that he could find, he set about to improve the small shack that he had built. The location of the shack was a point some 75 feet from the water on the south side of Grand Lagoon. Today this spot can be identified as being between campsites 101 and 102. At that time in 1929, Teddy had no idea that there might be such a thing as a state campground there. His choice of location, incidentally, was prompted by the fact that there was a natural channel there that went all the way across Grand Lagoon.

And so he settled. Using lumber washed ashore by the hurricane, Teddy improved his cabin and constructed a hen house and a storage house. For those summer months when the heat and insects became unbearable, he built another smaller structure directly south of the cabin some three feet about the sand on 3" X 8" posts. He called this site "South Florida." It was a floor with a roof and open walls, and it was located atop the sand dunes almost directly in back of his other cabin. In addition, Teddy also built a small fish cleaning house near the water, and just west of it he built a narrow pier going out into the water.

For companionship and as a source of food, Teddy gathered a small menagerie consisting of three black and white cats, 11 hens and a one-eyed rooster.

From his chickens he obtained eggs and meat. His cats were a source of companionship, and he caught fish and gigged flounder~ another source of food. His favorite food was oatmeal and sea greens (along with fish). The sea greens is not well known (ed. note: it's a leafy form of the marine algae Ulva that lives on the jetties) but it grows close to the water and can be eaten raw or cooked.

For water, he hand drilled a shallow well some 20 feet into the ground. The amber colored water that it produced was made that way by the leaching of tannic acid from various roots of plants. It was unsightly but drinkable just the same.

He loved hot tea. It was his chief drink, and on one occasion he forgot to add tea leaves. He told Claude Willoughby that it was only after he had finished his tea that he realized his omission. The water was so stained that he didn't even know that his "tea" was missing the main ingredient.

Every week or so Teddy would row ( or motor- he owned several outboard motors through the years.) a small boat all the way across the bay to St. Andrews. He either bought or built his boats. At St. Andrews he would sell his flounder and other fish that he had caught to Windham's Fish Market.

Was Teddy once married? This old photo was found among his possessions after his death.

Could Teddy have been like my old loon?
~grieving in the sand dunes for his lost love

Now is the time to go to Panama City Beach. Many of the hotels are offering the third night free so I'm planning on returning after the first of the year for an entire week. Imagine nine nights @ Sugar Sands
for a little over $300.
Now that's a bargain!!!!


P.S. In my motel room early Sunday morning I finally saw Goldsboro's infomercial for Time-Life. It's called POP MEMORIES OF THE SIXTIES