Tuesday, December 10, 2019

More Georgetown

These two are from the same Georgetown flint rock I got at the Atmore pow wow

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Chief Notaco

A few weeks ago Sheila and I went to a pow wow in Georgia.  I was to demonstrate my limited knapping skills to the local school children for a couple of days.  We booked a room for four nights and looked forward to the time away from the ordinary.  The first couple of days went off without a hitch.  We were tired but thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  We had our tent set up and made a little Thursday and Friday before the pow wow opened to the public.  Saturday it rained on us until the late afternoon.  Even during the rain, we sold a good little bit.  When the rain stopped we did really well.
     We are notorious for being tight-asses and packed our own food.  However since we were doing well we decided to eat at the snack bar.  For a long time I have heard about flat bread, but didn't know what it was.  The snack bar was selling some, so to not look like a dummy, I asked the guy in the booth next to us what it was.    He was a Cherokee flute player and I figured he could tell us.  Turns out he did and told us that it would be much better if we made it an Indian taco.  There it was, just what I wanted.  Piled high with lettuce, tomato, cheese and meat it met our expectation.
    At dark we closed our booth and walked over to the dance ground to watch the dances.  It was a slow drizzle almost a heavy mist highlighted by the electric lamps hanging from the poles.  Almost magical to watch the dancers in all their regalia.  The men did the Snake dance and the young women did the Shawl dance.  Sheila and I relaxed in our lawn chairs under the large tent and enjoyed the festivities.  Off to the side, four or five children were having the time of their lives.  Some vendor had sold them some coyote tails and they had them attached to their backs by belts.  They were rolling around on the wet grass on their backs, kicking their legs into the air.  Next thing I know they are on all fours barking at the moon like a pack of dogs.  Oblivious to the cold and rain they were my kind of people.
     We stayed late at the dance and by the time we got back to town everything was closed except for Little Caesar's and they were closing.  We picked one up and went back to the room.  Finally around midnight we got to bed.  I woke up around three in the morning and my stomach was killing me.  Half asleep, I could not figure out  what to do.  Suddenly I knew and jumped out of bed hoping to make it to the toilet in time.  Sometimes I think your butt has eyes and as soon as it sees the commode, you are hard pressed to contain yourself until you set down.  That was the smallest commode I have ever seen.  Reminds me of a Folger's coffee can.  Feeling better, I lay back down and try to relax.  Hoping it's over, but knowing better I try to go back to sleep.  Suddenly my eyes popped open like a couple of vanilla Moon Pies and I rush to the toilet, not caring who I disturb.
     Someone had set a fire in my drawers and it was killing me.  Moaning and groaning I made it back to bed.  Sheila was trying to drown me out, but it was useless.  For the next hour I was in a mess.  When daylight came I was either on the toilet or on the way.  When the office opened I had to make a toilet paper run.  Naturally it happened on our last day and check out was fast approaching.  I was afraid I was going to have to rent for another night.  Luckily we were able to pack up and leave for the last day of the pow wow.  
     Seems everyone who comes into the booth wants to talk forever and tell me how their nephew is the greatest artist ever and why would they buy something from me that they can get from him for free.  However this voodoo woman comes into the tent and begins to tell us that she can take the pain out of burns.  She can't heal the burn but she can remove the pain.  I'm standing there with my butt as hot as a flathead Ford going up a dirt road hill at 3 p m on July 3rd with a busted radiator hose.  I am trying to figure out how I can get her to lay hands on me and take away my pain, but the mood hits me again.  I sprint off to the restroom at the bottom of the hill.  I have to go by all the large campers under the oaks.  Seems as if all of Georgia is picnicking under the oaks.  Their laughter just barely catches me as I enter the rest room,  
     By this time I am not hurting as bad as I was.  The toilets are lined up, made of cinder blocks and  the only door is a shower curtain.  Just as I am ready to leave, I hear some else come in.  He is not slow and thank God he can tell which stall is empty.  He finally sits down and the awfullest sound I have ever heard erupted.  "Oh, it hurts",  "OOOOOOOOH", "It's killing me"  This went on for a couple of minutes and I could not help myself.  "I hear you brother, had the taco, didn't you?" I asked.  He just grunted and moaned again.  When I left I walked slowly up the hill with my legs spread widely apart, not caring about the campers making fun of the smoke coming out the bottom of my pants leg.
     The voodoo woman was gone when I got back so I had to just tough it out.  We unpacked the tent and loaded everything into the truck.  After dark we stopped at the truck stop in Bainbridge and ordered a fish dinner.  While waiting for the food I began to tell Sheila about the man in the bathroom.  I'm at 235 lbs and the guy in the booth behind Sheila is facing me and is much larger than me.  When I got to "Oh it hurts" Sheila and I both erupt into laughter.  The man in the booth sets his food down and gives me a look.  I can't help it and I go on to the "OOOOOOOOOOOH" about the time he puts his cheese sandwich up to his mouth.  Again the look, but it has no effect.  He starts up with his sandwich again and "It's killing me" comes out.  He slams his sandwich down and boils over into laughter himself.  
     Unbeknownst to me and Sheila, there are several deputies in the room behind us.  Hearing the commotion, a couple of them step over to see what is going on.  I am afraid they are going to think we are smoking dope.  We toned it down after that and finally leave.  I changed my name after that to Chief Notaco (No-tac-o).  Now when Sheila asks me what I want to eat, I just say notaco.

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Georgetown Flint

We went to a pow wow in Atmore, Alabama last week and I purchased some Georgetown flint.  This is a couple of pieces that I knapped from that rock.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Friday, October 4, 2019

Finally, one that did not break.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019


This one is for you E-Bob-A-Ho.  rest in peace my dear friend.

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Two bears, bottom of glass beer bottle

Monday, September 9, 2019

So long Bob, you were a good friend and horse.

Wednesday, September 4, 2019


Michelob light beer bottle bottoms

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

8 ft x 8 ft painted on mdo plywood and attached to outside of Liberty Church in Cedar Springs,
Georgia

Monday, August 26, 2019

another glass 'un

Friday, August 23, 2019

1 x 1 1/2 inch beer bottle bottom

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

blue beer bottle arrowhead necklace

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

16x20 inch oil on canvas

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Obsidian Knife

Knife that I knapped from mahogany obsidian and carved handle.

Thursday, June 20, 2019

I was recently approached to paint a mural in downtown Ashford. We came to an agreement whereby we were to involve a group of students to help and give them the experience of outside work. Mr. Brad Kimbro, Mrs Paige Pope, Trace Watson 10th, John Calvin Peters 11th, Adrianna Forehand 12th, Dawson Pope 12th, Press Lawrence 12th and Mary Katherine Howell 10th, were all involved. The students were phenominal and worked hard. It was an honor to be involved with them.




Thursday, May 9, 2019

Necklace

new necklace I just finished

Monday, April 8, 2019

Necklaces

beer bottle bottoms

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Reprieve

     It has been a long hard drive from south Florida.  The miles have added up and I stopped a few miles  from the Alabama line on 231 just above Campbellton   After parking under the huge old oak tree that had just leafed out, I stepped out of the truck.  It was a pleasant enough day, cool under the tree, but you could see the heat shimmering just above the horizon.  As I walked to the trailer to check on the cows, I slipped the wrapper off a Three Musketeers bar.  When I dropped the crumpled wrapper to the ground, I heard the sound of a rushing commotion that startled me.  I turned to my left and saw several bulls running across the four lanes of traffic headed in my direction.  Tires were squealing and cars were skidding out of control.  No one wanted to hit the monstrous beasts  and no one did.  I however could not be so lucky.  All they had on their minds were the cows in my trailer.
     I was closer to the old shack than I was to the truck.  Feverishly trying to escape, I jumped the deep ditch that surrounded the shack.  Jumping up onto the porch, I tried to jump through the window.  The tomato shaped, red faced ogre inside, stopped me in my tracks, just by looking at me.  Never had a sight such as this crossed my vision.  He was holding a steel ball in one hand, grabbed it with the other hand and twisted it in half.  "I am going to hit you in the head with both pieces." he said and he did.  He was fast for such a short fat man.
     When I woke up he had me laid out on the camel behind his saddle.  Not too bright, he had left my hands untied.  Or maybe he just thought I was dead.  Grabbing him behind the neck, I flipped him off the camel onto the ground.  He landed so hard that he broke his broken leg.  Tough as nails, he jumped up and limped away.  I grabbed the reins and turned the camel around.  Just as I turned, I was hit by another steel ball, knocking me unconscious again.
      This time when I awoke it was dark as midnight, with a faint red glow on the horizon.  This cast everything into an eerie, some may say scary, light.  It was hard to make out anything.  Just enough to scare the crap out of you.  The sounds of screaming, crying and wailing was deafening.  Shadows would move on either side, trying to see was difficult.  The smoke burned my eyes and lungs.  I could just barely see a man in a turban with a sword standing in front of a kneeling Christian, who was begging for mercy.  Begging was useless as the man in the turban swung the sword and the head of the Christian hit the ground with a thud.  Running scared, I stumbled over something in the dark path.  It was  a headless body.  Things in the dark that looked like shadows were not.  As I hit the ground, I was covered by spiders.  That was pure hell for me and total terror swept over me.  As hard as I tried, I could not brush the spiders off.  I rolled on the hard, hot and rocky floor, but to no avail.  What a terrible, horrible and wicked place.  I could not sit still and as I struggled along, I could hear voices in the darkness.  "If you like your plan, you can keep your plan."  "We'll have to pass it to know what's in it." "Russia, Russia, Russia"  and Hillary saying "What happened?"  However the scariest of all was AOC "We can and should go to the sun, we'll just have to go at night."  The farther I went the more frightened I became.  The spiders kept crawling over me and I was bent over under all this weight.
     The more I struggled along the farther away the horizon became.  Off to the side, I could almost see my two daughters that had abandoned me and their mother.  Not so much as a howdy do in twelve years.  Moving along in this horror show I could see clearly the man in a blood soaked surgical gown.  He was standing in front of a young woman with her feet in the stirrups.  He rammed his hand up her birth canal, grabbed the baby by the head and yanked it out.  As soon as it exited, kicking and screaming, the abortionist split it's skull.  The brain fell into a bucket of other brains.  The abortionist was singing in a monotone "new car, new car."  The mother was crying and sobbing over what she had just done. 
     More faint figures were in the shadows, skin hanging from their bones as the cancer ate them alive.  I hurried from there as fast as I could, there was no stopping for rest.  Off behind me I could see Lucifer deliriously and giddy at the pain and suffering he had brought into this world.  He was jacking off and spewing his corruption over everything.  I was in a terrible state for what I had seen, but more than that, I did nothing to stop what was going on.  "Lord, please don't let that mess get on me." I prayed out loud.  I was bent over and could not see what was in front of me.  There in the dirt was a bright spot of light about the size of a silver dollar.  I twisted my neck up to see where it was coming from.  There on high was the lord Jesus Christ and he smiled at me.
     When I awoke, I was back at the truck with the Three Musketeers wrapper in my hand.  I looked over at Jimmy and asked "How long have I been gone?" 
     "You ain't been anywhere." he replied.  "You bent over to get that wrapper you dropped and screamed."  "I thought the devil himself was after you." he said.
     "He was Jimmy, he was."

Monday, March 25, 2019

Suwannee

My first attempt at a Suwannee style arrowhead.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Star Arrowhead

The house that I was born in was torn down many decades ago.  Last week, I walked over the location and found a nice flint rock.  I knapped this arrowhead from that rock, wired the star over it and now will wear it as a necklace.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

tree of life arrowhead

 
 
 
 
leather strap necklace with beads and wire wrapped glass arrowhead

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Wired Rock

wire wrapped arrowheads

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Cheif

Indian brave wearing Chief Budweiser on a leather strap

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

rocky raccoon

little cedar coon with arrow points

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Friday, January 25, 2019

Glass Arrowhead

This is a Tostitos salsa jar bottom.

Monday, January 21, 2019

More Bottle Animals

two more animals knapped from beer bottle bottoms


Thursday, January 17, 2019

Blue Buffalo

small buffalo knapped from the bottom of a bud platinum bottle.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Maw Sims

     Maw worked hard all her life and one of her few pleasures was fishing at Spurgeon's pond in Grimes, Al.