Freeman Works "Not all who wander are lost; Not all that glitters is Gold"

August 10, 2018

and Nike says

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And here’s to Nike Tennis

And here’s to Nike Tennis: With unlimited resources and all of the colors in the rainbow, they managed to come up with a butt ugly outfit for the women in Green and Black. Looks like a poor high school in the hood. I personally wouldn’t be seen in this outfit. 

I also noticed that the women were having problems with the 19 cent waste bands. I guess if I were getting paid $300 million over 10 years like Roger, I couldn’t say anything. 

But I mean like damn….

July 31, 2014

Hillarie Putnam and The Bear

Filed under: Twitter Feed — Gary Freeman @ 8:54 pm

 

As far as I know , I have never been hunting in my life. I chased folks as required by my various jobs in law enforcement and investigation but have never gone out purposefully to shoot something. Nevertheless, I have gotten hooked on a program entitled “The Hunt” on The History Channel.
Let me explain the rules of engagement. There is an island south of Alaska named Kodiak. No word as to whether the Kodiak Brown bear is named after the island or the island is named after the bear. There are approximelt 3500 bears on Kodiak.
The state of Alaska has ruled that each year there are 500 tags given to hunters to go to the island and “harvest” a Kodiak Brown bear. A Kodiak can go upwards of 10 feet tall and can weigh up to 1500 lbs. Probably has a T-shirt that says “Grizzlies are wussys”. Actually Kodiak Brown bears are a subspecies of Grizzlies. Somehow “harvest” doesn’t seem to cut it.as a verb to describe moving VW size animal that is running at approximately 30 miles per hour. Each year 5000 hunters apply for tags and only 500 get tags to go hunt. If you are from Alaska you are exempt from having to utilize a guide. No idea whether this is to cut down the Alaskan population or to make money for the Alaskan guides. (Just kidding).
Maybe I have a misconception of the island but it appears that there are only two maybe three trees on the whole island. Bears on the other hand are practically everywhere (or so it seems).
Non Alaskans are practically everywhere , talking about how the hunt is a rite of passage , lifetime experience,etc. I’m sure that the Alaskans have a name for us down below. I have no idea.
We first see Hillarie Putnam charging into the Alaskan Fish and Game with her dad, David to get her tags and instructions. The History Channel says she is “Headstrong and Confident.” Im not sure about the headstrong part. She has been hunting for 9 years with her papa and its not her first rodeo. She has a muzzle loading rifle which means she gets one shot every 30 seconds (If her powder is dry) If your powder is not dry than how fast can you run?
Hillarie and David slugged up and down the hills and dales of Kodiak for a week and amazingly enough did not see a bear. Then David Left. I mean really? As a father of a 26 year old blonde daughter, I might not leave her with the bears but really. Maybe she is a tad headstrong. When I wrote this I was thinking which was worst leaving her with the bears or letting her go to Los Angeles by herself. I think I would leave her with the bears.
The first night out after David left, snug in her tent, she has a visit from a bear. She backs up the hill, yelling at the bear. Somehow the bear retreats but I’m sure it wasn’t sound sleeping night. The next day, when I and most of the men folk I know would be heading for a beach and a getaway plane, Hillarie goes to tracking the bear that the night before tried to get into her tent.
After a commercial break, Hillarie appears with the high ground overlooking a river that the big bear is walking a long side of. Evidently it is what every hunter dreams of because none of the other hunters that I watched had any where close to the kind of shot Hillarie had. Hillarie lined up and shot the sucker. (Im sorry, she “harvested the bear”) her joy lasted exactly a nano second because the bear overcame a 50 caliber shot and wondered off. Hillarie started the 30 second countdown and I believe she cut down the loading time to about 15 seconds before she started out after the wounded bear. She tracked down the bear and dispatched it According to the law, they have to skin the bear and then take the bears head. This was evidently accomplished and the next we see the “head strong, confident young woman” she was flying away.
Hillarie’s bear was by far the smoothest hunt of all the bunch of episodes I saw. Hillarie is an accomplished actress and one of those people I would bet on to be a huge success. She is also totally fearless and a damn find shot.
You can follow her future exploits on twitter a @hillariputnam1 .
As to the Hunt, it is well worth looking up on Youtube or any of the other channels that show.The Hunt..
In the interim, go to The History Channel o Facebook and tell them we need the second season of The Hunt with Hillarie Putnam.

P.S. I can’t finish this without talking about my second favs , Hal and Michelle Barber. Michelle had never been hunting IN HER LIFE. ( I would have started with hunting my car keys) So you guessed it Michelle got the tag. Because the Barbers were from Fairbanks, They didn’t have to have a guide so it was just Hal and Michelle. Did I mention Hal is a diabetic? I couldn’t write this stuff. Michelle said that she had done a lot of exercising. Evidently bear hunting on Kodiak is an exhausting experience. Think Stair-master for 8 street hours with a 100 pound pack) She and Hal worked as a well oiled machine. I was impressed. Anyway, Hal cannot shoot at the bear until Michelle was in “dire danger”. This happened about an hour into their show when a large momma bear charged at Michelle. She did great things considered. She put two down range into the bear’s vicinity. Hal on the other hand was wonderful. He put one round into the air to try and scare off the bear and then put the rest of his ammo into the bear. At some point during all of this the bear succumbed to lead poisoning. Hal was great, calm and reassuing. He told Michelle that she had done great and asked her if she had any more ammo. She had three left. (By this time, I would have fired all mine and called in a Predator air strike). Getting out with the skin and head was a bit of a challenge on Hal but he and Michelle made it after drinking some brackish water. How much weight would a bottle of water purification pills added to the load? They finally made it out. Hopefully to live ever after.
Go and watch the show. The Hunt on history.Com.

 

April 6, 2014

My Girls…

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This is my daughter Clancy and her roomie Daphne. Don’t mess with Clancy or you will make Daphne angry. You wouldn’t like Daphne angry…

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January 9, 2014

Sayings you need to be a Cowgirl…..

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<Blatently Plagerized from Horsegroomingsupplies.com forum. >

3 Barrels 2 Hearts 1 Soul
*Every Cowgirls Nightmare…..Every Cowboys Dream
*This Cowgirl Can’t Be Tamed
*Never Let Your Saddle Out Run Your Butt
*If you ain’t scared of the speed goin’ to the first barrel.Barrel-racing-2 you ain’t goin’ fast enough
*If you want control buy a remote!
*Barrel Racing – Scare your mom…Impress your friends
^*A western horse has guts and commitment, an English horse has grace and elegance, but my horse has it all!
*Want to end up with a million bucks in the horse business? Start out with five million.
*Don’t Hate Me Cuz My Horse is fast…Hate Me Cuz Your Horse Isn’t Fast enuff…
*Cowgirl Up Cuz the Buckle Don’t Shine In The Dirt
*You Wish You Could Ride Like a Girl**
*If you haven’t died within 24 hours of doing something you can do it again*
*Weave ‘Em and Leave ‘Em
*Three turns, and Home
*Barrel Racing may be tough but my horse and I are tougher
*Turn N’ Burn
*Cowgirl UP!
*Ride it like you stole it!!!
*I got a dog and my horse….don’t need no cowboy
^*Silly cowboy….trucks are for girls
*Don’t flatter your self I was looking at your horse
*I’d rather be dumped by a horse than dumped by a man!
*To Ride Or Not To Ride?….What A Stupid Question!
*If there aren’t any horses in heaven then I’m not going!!!
*Eat, Sleep, RIDE!
*My mom said I can have as many FOUR LEGGED boyfriends as I want
*I’d rather clean a stall a million times than clean my room once
*Live to Ride – Ride to live
*Love me…Love my horse
*Wrangler butts drive me nuts
*I believe in…***** God mothers, Magical ponies, Good honest cowboys, And other mythical creatures
*A Cowgirl and her Horse, both working for affection, Work hard together day in and day out, trying to reach perfection. They love each other as a partner, as a friend, a never dying relationship that in their hearts will never end. They can’t wait each day to greet one another, from day to day they pray.
*Talent takes you to the top, but character keeps you there.
*Relax when you enter the arena, run for that first barrel hard, but run with your horse as one.
*Today I will do what you won’t, so that tomorrow I can do what you can’t.
*Respect your mount and they will work that much more for you.
*How come non-horse people always think you’re rich if you own horses?”
*”In riding a horse, we borrow freedom”
^*If you’re not making dust….you’re eating it!!
*Do not start with me, you will not win.
*The surgeon general never said anything about smoking the competition!
^*A horse gallops with his lungs, Perseveres with his heart, And wins with his character”
*You got to work hard, practice hard, and ride hard, to be hard to beat.
*Surgeons General Warning: Horses are expensive, addictive, and may impair the ability to use common sense 99% of a horses problem is from the saddle up!
*I bust mine.. so I can kick yours
*Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves, for we shall never cease to be amused
*Always remember that you are unique. Just like everyone else.
*Do unto others as you would have them do unto your horse~
*God made women so His horses would survive.
*Love your neighbor as you love your horse.
*Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly
*cowboys are like horoscopes they always tell ya what to do and are usually wrong.
*im at the end of my rope and your tugging on it.
* dont stop kickin til the clock stops tickin.
* if your horse says no, you either asked the wrong question, or you asked the question wrong.
*if you always do what youve always done, you will always get what youve got.
* there are no short cuts to any place worth goin.
*my horses, my dog, my truck, my trailer… im set for life.
*life is to short to worry about the small stuff, leave it in the dust.
*dont be afraid to do what you want or be what you want, but dont be afraid to be willing to pay the price~ Lane Frost
*you know your a horse person when; your trying to get around someone and instead of saying excuse me you poke them in the ribs and say over.
*I love Jesus, my horse and now its between you and the dog….Dog won.
*its like nuts and bolts…if the rider is nuts the horse bolts.
*cant never could and wont never will
*to win you have to risk losing.
* if your gonna be dumb you have to be tough.
* nobody ever lives their life all the way up…except bullfighters.
*dont have any regrets in life if you have a dream… go for it.
* shut up and cowgirl up.
* any curve anywhere anytime…Bring it on.
*Barrel Racin’ Can you handle it?(}–{)

November 30, 2013

Only Good Reasons to get up at 4:00 AM

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1. You are booked on a flight out of Smolensk, Siberia at 4:10. Next one out is in June.

2. You overslept your job as Midnight Auditor.

3. You wake up from a 20 year Coma.

4. You have a heart transplant at 5:00 AM

5. You want to be the first one to get the crop report from Dublin.

6. You get up 2 hours before the Sunrise service?

7. You lived in Newfoundland and got transferred to California.

8. Oxygen tank keeping you alive crapped out at 3:59.

9/ Your baby is born at 4:06.

Notice that none of these involve Deer, Fish or any other animal that isn’t bothering you.

Gary Freeman

November 23, 2013

My Mother’s Story , Part II

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Part II

Conway Hughes was my special boyfriend. I went with him for several years until I met Ben Freeman. Conway played Football, which I encouraged but he often threw his shoulder out of place. He like me, worked at a grocery store. Because he was on the football team I was elected by the football team as one of the Maids of the Bean Bowl Festival.  My friend Fannie McKey whose boyfriend (and husband for 50 years) was captain so she was elected Queen. We rode in a convertible in a parade and sat in special seats for one of the games. Before Conway, I think I had a special boyfriend. He was Harold whose brother was the coach and later principal of the school. He was staying with his brother, Coach Myers and he got mad because Harold would break curfew. I think he was hard on him. Anyway Harold moved back to New Hebron to live with his folks.

At one ball game, I had a mix up with my boy friends. Harold came back for a visit and lo and behold, one of the boys who had left to go into the service and sent me a gift, a dresser set came home. I didn’t know until I got to the game that Jimmy was home. It kind of broke our friendship when I left with Harold. I really think looking back that he had Harold to stay with him during the football season. Once it was over he sent Harold home to New Hebron. Harold and I wrote for a while and years later when one of my kids (Jeannie I think) was at MC I ran into Coach Myers there. He told me about Harold but I forgot what he said.

When I finished high school,  I knew that there was no way that I could go to college. I didn’t feel too bad about it but I hated to see some of my friends go. Of course, Fannie and Mildred were a grade behind as was Sister so I still had my good friends around.

In early September, I went to the store to get some bacon for Annie. This happened before I went to work at the store full time. In fact I had to wait for Fannie to quit. Anyway out in front of the Western Auto Store. I saw my friend Leo talking to a handsome stranger. He had on a white shirt with the sleeves turned up. I’m not even sure if Leo introduced us, some of those boys were shy on manners. Anyway, we all talked and I thought his name was Billy. His daddy, Van Freeman shopped at Antz and had always been friendly. Several days went by and one day some friends, and I were riding horses and we went by the saw mill where (Billy) was working.

Another time, Sister and I were walking up the street and he and another guy passed by us and honked.

Anyway (Billy) Ben came into the store, we got the names straightened out and he asked me if I would like to go to a movie. I had probably seen it but I was ready to see it again. He told me that he didn’t have a car but he was trying to buy one. He said if I could find a date for his friend who had a car. I asked Mildred, begged her, etc. who finally said she would (not too enthused) go out with J.C. Anyway after that first date, Ben and Mars (his brother) bought a car so they had to take turns using it.  Ben left in the middle of September to go to Mississippi College in Clinton.

He started coming home some weekends and we dated when he came back to Centreville. His mother and daddy lived in some apartments outside of main street on down town. When my grandfather died that fall (Robert Chapman) I came up to Crystal Springs to the funeral, then came on to Jackson to try and meet with Ben. It was the Mississippi State Fair time and he was gone with some other girl. I stopped dating other boys and Benand I went together. We had a spat at Christmas but later made up. In the spring, we decided to get married. Ben gave me an engagement ring in April and we were married on July 11, 1947 at the parsonage of the First Baptist Church in McComb. I had no money and Ben didn’t have that much. So we decided it would be easier to get his friend’s father to marry us. We went to New Orleans for a 3 day honeymoon and I remembered going on the Presidents ship and going out to Ponchatrain Beach where we made a tape.

We moved into an apartment across the street from the telephone company where I worked. We lived there until we moved into a trailer on the Mississippi College Campus.

It was a very small trailer and we had an old fashioned icebox and we had to go to the bath house in the middle of the grounds. Of course, I had to have a bath especially when it got cold. We had hardly moved in before I went to the doctor and found out that I was pregnant. I knew so little about life. Nineteen years old and living in a small town. Gary was born April 19,1948. I was in labor for 28 hours and when I came from the delivery room, Annie and I were standing there with tears in their eyes. I asked them if I was going to die. Annie said “No, we were just worried about you, you little goose.! “ I didn’t know a lot about taking care of a baby but a little because I had helped with my sisters and brothers. I did sit on a small fan cord and pulled it from the back of the couch onto Gary but it didn’t hurt him. Our good friends there were Hela and Willie Walker Vicksburg. They had a daughter named Virginia.

Bill and I were at the breakfast table this morning when out of the blue, I remember an incident that happened when I was a child probably around 5. My daddy and I had gone in a wagon to a man’s house in our community. It was several miles away. Anyway I remembered as we drove up and stopped, a little girl ran out of the house with her clothes in flames. My daddy jumped down, after quickly stopping the horse and ran to the little girl. I don’t know if he had something or simply rolled in the grass but he put the fire out. I remembered him telling my mother that he saved her life, and she did recover. I’m glad that about him, because I loved my daddy although he did my mother and us kids wrong. He had some greatness about him and I hope I inherited the better. He was very good looking and likeable. He told me that his mother didn’t really care about him and she did seem to care less about him than she did the other children. He said Aunt Lily, his sister, was like a mother to him. His sister, Lily agreed with him.

Ben worked at Sears, Roebuck in the afternoon. He rode with another boy because he and mars had sold their car. We did buy a washing machine and put in the bath/shower in the middle of the trailer. We rented it out so that helped pay for it. The trailer was so small, so poor Ben went to class, and then worked, came home and studied some. He never did anything about helping take care of Gary. He didn’t have time. I think that he had never been around small children or babies. He would help dress the boys when they got older, maybe fix their coat on Sunday, he would go out and sit in the car and blow the horn as I tried to get Dennis and Jeannie ready. Gary was by this time able to do his thing. And Jeannie could dress herself when she was two. But I had to get things ready. We had to come home to eat after church, because there was no money to go out and eat and we had no relatives around. I don’t know what we ate but I remember fixing bread (loaves) and French fries on Sunday afternoon. Or might sometimes.  

Anyway I diverted again, but after Ben finished MC we went to Oakland, MS where he taught commercial typing and work. We return to Jackson area after a year or so and Ben got a job with the State Adult Education Program.

After a brief stay in the married Vets dorm (we were not students) we moved to an apartment of Bullard street, close to the old Alan C. Thompson Airport and the Zoo. Then the Korean War came up and Ben wa s in the reserve. because he got a little extra money and loved working with the radios. Gary and I were alone as they sent Ben to Charleston , SC. And put him on a destroyer minesweeper. I didn’t work,  so Annie and Jonathan came up and stayed some. I think I even tried to get him in a school here but I think they went to Crystal Springs where Annie could work.

When we first moved  to Charleston, we went to a motel in North Charleston on Rivers Avenue. There was a grocery store down the street where Gary took off and went without our knowledge . He “also crossed busy Rivers Avenue to get to some rides without our knowledge.

We lived in a house for a while which was nice but too expensive. Ben would have to go to sea and went to Cuba once. Gary had a dog but he and I had to take it to the vet to be put to sleep because he kept having seizures. (Remember Old Yeller?)

Here I found out that I was expecting another baby. I had had a miscarriage sometime earlier. Any way I went to the Naval Hospital. I hated it. They treated us without any real concern. Just another number.

Then we moved to another apartment where we spent Christmas of 1951.  

I was determined to come home so when Ben got out, we left SC and came back to Annie’s and I went to Dr. Reynolds who had delivered Gary. He wanted u to stay in Clinton because he felt something was wrong with the baby. Sure enough she had not developed past four months even though I had carried her for eight months. Ben had her buried.

We had no insurance, no place to live; he didn’t have a job, no furniture. It was a bad time especially for me.

Before we had gone to Charleston that last time, I had an experience in my life where I completely yielded myself to Christ. So I felt he was in control. We got an apartment on West Capitol, Ben got a job at United Gas and we started going to Calvary Baptist Church.

V-ottrice  Foster (VEE) had been to see some older lady who had been in the room with me after the baby’s birth. That’s how we met and she has been a fast friend ever since.  She and James were always there when we needed them and even though they have both gone onto be with Jesus, I still remember them with love.

I went to a doctor in Jackson and he told me except for having a low thyroid, there was no reason I couldn’t have a healthy baby. He told me not to travel out of town for four months. Almost four months later I started having pains. I went to the hospital. He said it was my appendix. He felt that he could take care of it or we could wait. We said go ahead . I prayed and I knew the baby was going to be O.K.

Sure enough Jeannie was born July 1, 1954. A beautiful bavy. I have often said that was one of the happiest days of my life second only to the day that Gary was born.

Dr. Claude Callender was my doctor. We moved to our new house on Santa Clair Circle. When Jeannie was several months old we didnt have a lot of furniture but we had a new house with 3 bedrooms although small.  Jeannie was healthy, never was sick and was a joy. I became pregnant with Dennis. And he was born May 15, 1956. He was “ dried out” when he was born so they rubbed him with Wesson Oil.

He was a good baby but when he would cry, I would rock the bed and he would go back to sleep. As they  got older , Jeannie and Dennis enjoyed playing together. Gary was too sophisticated for them and didn’t spend much time with them.

Jeannie was boss, and she would “baby” Dennis to play whatever. They got along together until Dennis got tired of following her and rebelled.

I remembered when Gary started school at Sykes Elementary. Jeannie was a baby so I carried Gary to the school and we went to the side door of the rooms. I parked the car, left Jeannie on the front seat and walked the few steps across the grass opened the door. I was very upset because Gary had not gone to Kindergarten so I felt real sad as he was going away to school all day. Not him ! He walked to the door and posed and said “Well, folks, Here I am!” I knew he was going to be fine.

Dennis and Jeannie both went to Daniel Church for their kindergarten years……

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