Greetings, Roberto!
Great pix, as usual,a couple of minor corrections,though. The drummer in the Webs stadium photo is Paul Garrison although Dave Robinson was the original drummer and the band w/ John Rainey is the latter edition of Norman Andrews & the Concrete Bubble : L to R, Joe Frederick(drums),Clark Crates(not Mike Boyd) kbds, Tommy McCallister (guitar), JR(bass) & Norman. Also, I'm sending you a you-tube clip of Kevin Scott, our boy demonstrating the J. Paul Scott musical genes on the bass at the 5- Spot in Hot ' Lanta!
Keep me posted on City Fest, I wasn't aware of it, David Adkins

Hey y'all~
Go ahead right now & mark FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10TH ON YOUR CALENDERS.
That's the weekend of Dothan's first annual CITY FEST.

image courtesy of http://dothancityfest.com

A little bird told me "the powers that be" in old Dothan are planning a major musical event which will be a treat for us old heads. I'll be slipping y'all details all along this summer. IT'S GONNA BE ROCKIN' DOWN ON NORTH ST. ANDREWS STREET during the second weekend in September!!!!

THE WEBS goofing around in the bleachers @ WIREGRASS STADIUM
LEFT TO RIGHT: Amos Tindall, John Rainey Adkins, Bobby Goldsboro, Paul Garrison

Second Class Scout Robert Register of Cloverdale Methodist's Troop 130 in June of '62 on the archery range @ The Boy Scout Reservation located on the property adjoining this weekend's BAMAJAM. First time in my life I ever held a real bow & arrow. Photo courtesy of Frank Moss Gaines III.

The attached photo was made 1960: l to r Bob Parham, Morgan,http://www.vietnam6bn31inf.com/KIA/WeedMorganWilliam.htm
me and Jimmy Dunn. I have a large collection of Boy Scout photos from the past.

There will be a dedication to Morgan a Camp Westmoreland in November. His wife will be here and his daughter, whom he never saw. He was killed before she was born.

Of course, the Gulf orange Jeep........ Sorry, I had a image of it in front of the camp office. Still looking. Can not find the digital file, but I know exactly where the Kodachrome slide is. I will rescan it later and send.

Do keep in touch.

Frank


image courtesy of Frank Moss Gaines III http://www.frankgaines.com/
Gene Ramage with Morgan Weed shooting skeet with 22 cal. ratshot @ THE BOY SCOUT RESERVATION during the summer of '62

Robert Register sez, "RAY HUTTO gotta a legitimate queerchun."
" WHAT WERE DAH NAME UV DIS BAND DAT INCLUDED JOHN RAINEY, MIKE BOYD & NORMAN?"

the band w/ John Rainey is the latter edition of Norman Andrews & the Concrete Bubble : L to R, Joe Frederick(drums),Clark Crates(not Mike Boyd) kbds, Tommy McCallister (guitar), JR(bass) & Norman.
David Adkins


SPOOK JONES

REMEMBERING EDDIE HINTON & THE SPOOKS
BY JOHN CURRY
reprinted with permission from OLD TUSCALOOSA COUNTY MAGAZINE # 31 [1997]

I was asked to write about my memories of Eddie Hinton http://www.zanerecords.com/hinton/
and a band I had, known as "The Spooks". These thoughts take me back in time when things were a lot simpler, when life was full of sweet youth and Rock n' Roll.

The Spooks existed around 1961 or ' 62, the exact date has faded from my memory. Glen "Spook" Jones, the band's namesake, and I were college students at the University of Alabama. Spook got his nickname by being born on Halloween. We had a simple little group that played a few old John Lee Hooker tunes, the Ventures, Buddy Holly and others.

Mom found these two photos of my dad. One of him in July 1963 and the other is of him and his brother in law, Byron Fogo, taken in January 1964. Byron is a guitarist and free-lance transcriber, arranger and composer now. Here is a link that tells more of who he has worked with: http://www.clearnote.net/Sor_Piano_Works_for_Guitar.html He has also worked with Chet Atkins.

Karen

SPOOK
from John Curry's article about Eddie Hinton:

The Spooks went through several evolutionary changes as most bands do. David Reynolds joined the band early on as bass guitarist and added greatly to our talent and sound. But we really needed a vocalist, and this is where Eddie Hinton entered the scene. Somebody had told us he was pretty good, and he lived on University Boulevard. Spook and I figured that the best way to find him was he'd take one side of the street and I'd take the other. So we did.

We started down around the University Club and knocked on doors asking if Eddie Hinton lived there. We got a lot of "no's" until we got down to near where Hamner Realty is located today. At a house there Spook hollered from across the street, "Got 'im!" So I went over there and we introduced ourselves to Eddie.

He was about seventeen at the time. He said,"Well, y'all are crazy. I don't sing. I just hang around bands and maybe one time or another I jumped up on stage and tried to sing- but I don't sing. Y'all don't need me!"

We had just gotten a new bass guitar player, Ray Thomas, and he was learning how to play on the job, and we said, "Hey, we've got one guy learning how to play bass on the job. We might's well have someone learn how to sing on the job."

Somehow or other we persuaded him. We invited him to come and do a couple songs with us at some gigs. He was pretty shy at first. He'd actually turn his back on the audience, kind of cupping his hand over the microphone which covered his face, and sing. He literally learned how to perform on the job. At the time he didn't play as instrument.

We got some good breaks playing for fraternity parties and started to make some big money. Somewhere in that process, Eddie began to pick up a guitar and played rhythm. After a while Spook married and moved to Huntsville, although he continued to play with the group.

Glen "SPOOK" Jones

from John Curry's article about Eddie Hinton:

The biggest break of our career was when we got the Homecoming Dance at the University of Alabama. We were the only band hired to play and we were set up outside the Student Union building near the Soup Store. We were ready to play. The pep rally was over and we had probably seven thousand people standing out there in front of us. And there was no Spook!
We kept waiting for him to show up from Huntsville. The crowd started stomping and clapping with impatience. I ran in the Soup Store and called Spook's home to ask his wife when he left to come to Tuscaloosa. Spook answered the phone in Huntsville. I said, "My gawd! What're you doin' there?"

He said, "What do you mean?"

I said, "We're all set up out here and ready to go...and no lead guitar player! What happened?"

"I thought it was next week," replied Spook.

This screwup is what brought Eddie Hinton into the spotlight. All we could do was go out and take our best opportunity that we'd ever had and make do. Eddie at that time was playing just enough to be dangerous on his guitar and somehow we faked our way through that concert. While the performance didn't help us, it didn't kill us, either. But it was the first time Eddie Hinton really stepped out to the front.

Robert Register is so proud of this photograph taken by my son's girlfriend @ the Alabama Music Hall of Fame's 13th Induction Banquet and Awards Show this past March 25th @ the Montgomery Convention Center. Left to right: Paul Cochran, Chips Moman, Christopher Register, Buddy Buie, Robert Register

Robert Register is so glad to hear that the City of Lagrange, GA is gonna name a new road THE CHIPS MOMAN PARKWAY.

Chips' road dedication is 9:00 am Friday June 11.

Chips owned American Sound in Memphis & was so successful that Elvis was convinced to returned to Memphis in '69 to record for the first time since '55. That comeback album, FROM ELVIS IN MEMPHIS, is considered by many to be Elvis' finest recording. On that album, Chips produced SUSPICIOUS MINDS, KENTUCKY RAIN & IN THE GHETTO. CONGRATULATIONS CHIPS!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTYg2Q-vDJ0

Roberto,

The great Chips Moman is being honored. The city of Lagrange Georgia,his hometown, is naming

a road after him. CHIPS MOMAN PARKWAY will soon be open for traffic. Chips' road dedication is 9:00 am Friday June 11. Gloria and I are going to be there along with the Old Man,

Sheriff Turner, and many of his friends.

Chips really deserves this honor. He is a true living legend.

Buddy

Hey Robert,

Didn't know you were a reenactor. I did it myself for several years. Got old and my back began to give me too much trouble. Had to give it up. Still love the old South and all she was. Don't think most folks understand or appreciate what we've lost and what so many Southerners seem to run, arms outstretched, to embrace.

Never had a yankee friend either. If you ever think you found a yankee worthy of friendship, just try to have a reasonable conversation about the Second War for Southern Independence. You'll find out quick all you need to know. Especially, if you've learned the REAL history of that war and not all the propaganda shoved down our throats since 1860.

Good to know there are others still out there proud of their Southern heritage.

G.

DID IT AGIN!!!!
Decided to do a random check of the blog & gotzzzzzzzzzzzzz mo' than I counted on! As always...
http://robertoreg.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html

The old pier on Inlet Beach near Camp Helen

PHILLIPS INLET

Pinnacle Point @ Phillips Inlet




THE OLD PRO

Out of the Past: Life springs up around Lake Powell

Marlene Womack

from an article in the Panama City News Herald http://www.newsherald.com/articles/lake-40535-salt-cain.html

With all the changes occurring in Bay County, some of the spots where early settlers were buried have disappeared. Others are being fenced off while development takes place around them creating new stories about the area. One site hidden from most lies across the jagged shoreline of Lake Powell, just north of the U.S. 98 bridge. It's known as Collins Cemetery. Burials in this Phillips Inlet settlement date back to the early 1900s. Back then Lake Powell was wild and pristine. North of the settlement, an old wagon road, dating back to pre-Civil War days, zigzagged its way through the wilderness from West Bay to Point Washington, a large, old community involved in the sawmill industry. This well-traveled road was used to carry this mail. It also served as the main artery of transportation until the Coastal Highway, U.S. 98, was constructed in the 1920s and the 1930s. Another road intersected this wagon road and ran north to Vernon, the county seat in the early days. This cemetery takes its name from the Ben Collins family who moved from Geneva, Ala., in the early 1900s to homestead this land. In the graveyard was an old wooden cross bearing the inscription “Queen Green.” Those living in the area have always wondered who this woman was and what caused her to die. They believed she either lived here for a short time or died while visiting this area. More graves were added to the small burial ground. Some others living in the area then were members of the Taylor, Miller, Marshal, Ogburn, Cain and Gainous families.

Salt works Children playing along the Lake Powell beach in the early 1900s, often found old salt kettles and boilers that were remnants of the time when salt making flourished here during the Civil War. Those making salt produced it by boiling seawater into brine and drying it in the sun. Men turning out 20 bushels of salt per day were exempt from conscription into the Confederate army. Kent's Salt Works, which consisted of three different camps, was located off the old wagon road with Lake Powell known as Lake Ocala at that time. Those employed at the camps used six steamboat boilers cut in half lengthwise and seven huge kettles. These boilers and kettles turned out 130 bushels of salt per day. On Dec. 2, 1863, Union forces raided these camps, sledgehammered the equipment and tossed all the freshly made salt into the lake. They sank two large flatboats, demolished six oxcarts and took 17 workers as prisoners, but paroled them after they swore allegiance to the United States.

Primeval wilderness After the salt makers left, the area surrounding Lake Powell returned to the wild. Big cats, bears and alligators frequented the land. In fact, the only place listed for hunting deer, bear and wild turkey in Washington County in 1878 was Phillips Inlet and the surrounding forest, according to the Sportsman's Gazetteer and General Guide by Charles Halleck. In his article, Halleck stated that “the greater part of the state is unsettled, much of it has never been disturbed by settlers, and here (Phillips Inlet) the sportsman will find game in all its primitive abundance.”

Life at Lake Powell For the most part, life at this lake in the early 1900s was isolated and lonely for the homesteaders who engaged in fishing for a livelihood. Supplies were ordered from Sears, Roebuck & Co. Settlers warmly welcomed farmers who came from Alabama in covered wagons to trade produce for salt fish in the fall months of the year.

It was common at this time to see travelers walking the nearby gulf beach from Grand Lagoon to Destin. Unable to afford a boat or horse, the majority of the people had no choice except to walk. When parched, these travelers dug deep into the sand until they reached water, which they thirstily drank.

For those living at the lake, a trip into town meant getting up at 3 a.m. and riding the wagon through the darkness to West Bay to catch the 6 a.m. launch to St. Andrews and later Panama City. The long boat trip down the open bay to these towns left only a few hours for shopping and conducting business. Arrival time back home was 10 p.m.

As late as 1927, residents hunted panthers at Phillips Inlet. Years earlier, two immense cats terrorized settlers from Grand Lagoon to Phillips Inlet. In her remembrances, Mae Gainous Allison, an early resident, recalled her mother's fright the day an 8-foot alligator bellowed at her, then chased her along the water. At times, the alligators annoyed settlers and dined on many a dog and hog.

Other remembrances In The Heritage of Bay County, Florida, sold by the Heritage Book Committee at the Bay County Public Library, Clifford Hilliard Cain added additional reminiscences about Lake Powell. He told of the six-bedroom Lake View Inn and two-room cottage built by his father, C.H. Cain. It had big hallways down the middle and a large front porch. The inn replaced the Phillips Inlet Hotel that burned in 1926. Cain wrote that this inn was the only hotel on the north side of the lake. But three other hotels existed on the south side of the lake and at Inlet Beach. Boines Beach was where Pinnacle Point stands today. Guests came to stay by the week or month. If all the rooms were taken, people slept on pallets, in wagons and porches, or out in the open. The Cain family often held dances on the inn's front porch, and one of the Cain boys took guests to the gulf in the mornings and evenings in their small launch. They took care to be gone only a short time so their guests did not get sunburned. The family lived in a log building, which had a separate dining room and kitchen, accessible by a boardwalk from the main building. The yard was fenced to keep out wild animals.

Cain stated that in the 1920s, the channel at Phillips Inlet was about 6 feet deep. Debris from shipwrecks, logs and felled trees often accumulated on the west side of the inlet. During that time, rumrunners could be seen passing in the gulf on their way to Camp Walton, now Fort Walton Beach.

CAMP HELEN

Camp Helen Cain recalled Mrs. R.E. Hicks buying the vacant hotel on the west side of the lake and renaming it Camp Helen. Those running the camp built a pier for the enjoyment of the guests. About 200 people came through the pass daily during the summer months, according to Cain. He said fishermen could put a seine or net out for 200 feet, and a good channel remained during that period. Cain wrote that Pinnacle Point was built in 1977.

Hurricanes moved the pass west and filled it with sand and construction material from the condominium. From then on, no fish came into the lake.

The small, secluded graveyard is all that remains of the community that once existed on the shore of the lake. Over the years, families died out or moved closer to town. In 1979, Mrs. Bennye Rohmiller, a descendant of the Collins family, dedicated the two-acre plot as a cemetery in memory of her family and “Queen Green,” the woman whose identity remained a mystery.

It would be so kewl if I could get down there & show you
CAMP HELEN http://www.floridastateparks.org/camphelen/default.cfm
INLET BEACH ACCESS
DEER LAKE http://www.graytonbeach.com/

ETC, ETC!

best,
r

FOR SOME REASON, CHRISTOPHER'S FRIENDS LIKE TO ENJOY THEMSELVES. I'm beginning to think Tuscaloosa has begun to accept THE DOTHAN TRADITION!




David Windham, son of Ben & grandson of Katherine Tucker Windham, & his potato gun

Artillery Lends Dignity to What Would Otherwise Be a Vulgar Brawl

THE BEST DAYS OF YOUR LIFE BY Kelli Pickler
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLUvO8QUmXc&a=_gUVHiOtPb8&playnext_from=ML
'Cus I'll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met 'til you were making me cry
And it's just too bad, you've already had the best days
The best days of your life

Ain't it a shame?
A shame that everytime you hear my name
Brought up in a casual conversation
You can't think ...straight

And ain't it sad?
You can forget about what we had
Take a look at her and do you like what you see?
Or do you wish it was me

CHORUS:
'Cus I'll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met to the very last night
And it's just too bad, you've already had the best days
The best days of you life

And does she know?
Know about the times you used to hold me
Wrapped me in your arms and how you told me
I'm the... the only one

I heard about
Yeah, someone told me once, when you were out
She went a little crazy ran her mouth about me
Ain't jealousy funny?

CHORUS
'Cus I'll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met to the very last night
And it's just too bad, you've already had the best days
The best days of you life

...with me was a fairytale love
I was head-over-heals 'til you threw away "us"
And it's just too bad you've, already had the best days
The best days of your life

I heard you're gonna get married
Have a nice little family
Live out my dreams with someone new

But, I've been told that a cheater
Is always a cheater
I've got my pride, and she's got you...

CHORUS
'Cus I'll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met 'til you were making me cry
And it's just too bad, you've already had the best days
The best days of your life...

Of your life
Oh, oh, yeah
You're gonna think of me
You're gonna think of me in your liiiiiiiiiiiife
Oh, oh, yeah
It's a shame, it's a shame...It's a shame


Saw this and thought of you!
K.

Robert Register discovered this little Youtube gem this afternoon while groovin' on some Slim Harpo. Here's THE KINKS doing BLUES MASTER SLIM'S Got Love If Ya Want It !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkB5_AJ747M&feature=related

I've Got Love If You Want It 2:45 Trk 2
Slim Harpo
(James Isaac Moore)
Slim Harpo - vocal and harmonica
W/Guitar Gable's guitarists, Clinton 'Fats Perodin - bass
Clarence 'Jockey' Etienne - drums.
Recorded: Crowley, Louisiana, March 1957
Album: The Best of Slim Harpo HIPD40072
Excello Records 2113, B side



(harmonica & instrumental)

Got love if you want it, babe
Got love if you want it, babe
Got love if you want it
Got your love if you want it
Got love it you want it, honey

We can rock, awhile
We can rock, awhile

Quit teasin' me, baby
Quit teasin' me, baby
A-wit' yo' fine bone frame
Wit' yo' fine bone frame
If you let me love you, baby

I'll be yo' lovin' man
I'll be yo' lovin' man

Now, here you come, baby
Now, here you come, baby
A-wit' ya head hung down
A-wit' ya head hung down
I know ya been followin'

The talks all over town
The talks all over town

(harmonica & instrumental)

Now, the next do' neighbor
Now, the next do' neighbor
Peepin' through the blinds
Peepin' through the blinds
Don't worry, nobody

That's all, they spyin'
That's all, they spyin'

I love you, little woman
I love you, little woman
Better than, I do myself
Better than, I do myself
But you mistreat me, baby

For someone else
For someone else

FADES-

For someone else
For someone else

For someone else
For someone.

Summer of '52 @ Page's in PCB~ Little Bob & Mommie

Robert Register found a 1907-1908 annual from Converse College today while going through clutter. Some of the girls attending that year were from Ft. Gaines, Mobile, Dorthan (they misspelled Dothan), B'ham, Tuscaloosa, Pell City, Boligee, Alexandria City (misspelled), Union Springs, Anniston, Opelika and Auburn.

This cat who is approaching me wants to chase me off(Notice how unthreatening he is with his damn hands behind his back). The joker chased me off but not before I told him,"You & I worked the gate @ Sturdivant in Selma last year." To which he replied," We sure did."

Immediately noticed no John Curry on the bass drum. Later on I saw John @ the event. He has recently had shoulder & knee surgery. Good news is that he's best friends now with Spook Jones' daughter. Mo' to come from THE SPOOKS.







Will Robertson's older brother

Will Robertson's Daddy, John Robertson, owner of Veranda



It so pitiful. I don't think they let the South win a damn battle deezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzze DAYZZZZ!

Gotta admit they put a little DRAMA up off into & AMONGST that pile of Rebel bodies.
Right when the Rebs were overrun by the Yanks, a Reb picked up the body of a little boy & hauled it off yelling,"QUIT KILLING OUR CHILDREN! GO HOME!"
That's my message to every damn one of 'em. The only one I associate with is from Oregon & he ain't all that bad but MOST of the rest of 'em, I ain't got no use fo'. Never had a CLOSE Yankee friend IN MY LIFE (even amongst the ones I grew up with in Dothan. I was always ready to whip they asses) & don't think I ever will.(Please just go ahead & UNFRIEND ME NOW yo' own DAMN Left wing kook self so I won't have to be troubled with it)






One of the reasons I was able to get up on these does is they all pregnant!

They gonna be DROPPING little bitty babies neck month!









To be able to photograph these deer with a garage sale digital camera was quite a rush.

Hey y'all~
I oughta have some wonderful images of this weekend neck week but for now I'll include what popped up on top of my list!


Old photo of my boss, Lee Pake, back when he smoked cigars with his constant companions, BROWN DOG & BLACK DOG on the banks of Lake Lee which Lee has had half interest in since 2002 & where I've had full access to the point where everybody is jealous of me 'cause
THEY KNOW I've had more fun there than anyone else who ever had full access.

My Grandma Pauline Shepherd Register, the woman who SPOILED ME@ 203 Jeff Skreet from '59 until '68. This photo survived Frederick in '79.

MY MENTOR~ MY DADDY~ EARL REGISTER

God's Greatest Gift~ A Mother's Love~ My Mama Kate & her best friend, Janie Whatley

Notice there are 6 fox hounds in this photo of Great-Grandfather George Shepherd.



Notice three of the hounds are standing still at the command of Grandpa Shepherd's clinched fist.

I wanna learn more about Isom Allen. Pretty sure he was born the same year as Grandpa Shepherd, 1859.


Copped this off of Bill Connell's facebook page. Here's New Brockton's Paul Hornsby with Bill Connell


ROBERTOREG '72