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Juju2bigdog
Member
10-27-2000
| Sunday, April 25, 2004 - 10:05 am
No, Pamy, Lassie never came out on the film.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Sunday, April 25, 2004 - 10:27 am
Well there are no pics of Lassie because my dad is about 75% indian and didn't want a pic taken. He believes it's really bad luck to take a pic of an animal so we never did. :o) However, now he doesn't care what ya take a pic of as long as he's in it.
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Pamy
Member
01-02-2002
| Sunday, April 25, 2004 - 11:26 am
LOL Jed! Bad luck? I never heard that..why is it bad luck, do you know? LOL Juju!
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Jmm
Member
08-16-2002
| Sunday, April 25, 2004 - 11:30 am
Pamy, From what I understand the Native Americans feel (felt) that taking a photograph steals the soul of the person.
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Pamy
Member
01-02-2002
| Sunday, April 25, 2004 - 11:50 am
oh, thanks Mrs D!!
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, April 26, 2004 - 2:40 am
No it wasn't that he felt that it was taking the animals soul. It's just one of those country superstisions. He had an uncle that took pics of a dog and that uncle died the next day. A brother that took pics of his prized horse and a week later was carried back home by the same horse. He had been shot and killed then put on his horse. Seeing how he drank sometimes the horse routinely carried his passed out body home. So my dad thinks taking pics of animals is bad luck. Another country superstision is never plant a pine tree. Because once you do if the tree lives to be tall enough to shadow your grave you die. This takes about 3-15 years depending on the size it is when ya plant it.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, April 26, 2004 - 2:52 am
Short story as told by my dad. I got to thinking about my uncle after that last explaination so here goes. My dad was the youngest of 12 brothers 2 sisters. His oldest brother would go out and drink with some of his friends. Well his brother (Alley) had a horse he was really proud of. He would get on the horse and head home and often pass out. The horse knew the way home and would walk him home to the porch. Well early one sunday morning Alley's horse was comming home again with Alley on his back. And as you might have guessed by my earlier post. Alley had been shot twice and killed. The murderer had placed him on the horse after he killed him. My grandfather stood about 7 feet tall. He was in strong man competitions and would often go with the local sherrif to capture moonshine stills. Or particularly mean criminals because of his size. A few days later a "friend" of Alley's was seen with his hat. He was bragging that he had it and could have had the horse too. My grandfather went to the house with a rope and 100 dollars. This "friend" of my uncle's was said to be notoriously bad. My grandfather sat the 100 dollar bill on the mans porch and offered it to him for the hat.(Keep in mind this is 1914) He wouldn't come out and eventually ran out the back door.The man was found a few days later he was believed to have killed himself somewhere in northern WVA.
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Pamy
Member
01-02-2002
| Monday, April 26, 2004 - 5:05 am
WOW Jed, you have great family stories!
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Bandit
Member
07-29-2001
| Monday, April 26, 2004 - 10:25 am
These are such awesome stories! Thanks to Jed for starting this thread, and to everyone contributing. Racking my brain trying to think of a good story...
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Monday, April 26, 2004 - 11:18 am
Thanks pamy.:o) heheh thanks bandit. :o)
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Whoami
Member
08-03-2001
| Tuesday, April 27, 2004 - 2:45 pm
GAL's lost/found dog in the Right Now thread reminded me of another one.... One evening, coming home from work, Mom found a little white poodle wandering around in the street. She stopped the car cause she was afraid she'd run over it. She couldn't see where it went so she opened the door to look around. In bounds the little white poodle, who sits in the passenger seat and says, "OK, lets go!" Mom brings the little pooch home and puts her in the garage to keep her safe from our very large and somewhat jealous Golden Retriever/Samoyed mix. We had rescued another little dog a few months earlier, and it went quite smoothly by putting that one in the garage, calling the Humane Society, and getting a call from the owner the next morning. So, we figured that's how we'd do this one too. I get home and change into my lounging clothes for the evening. Now let me just say that I loathe getting dressed, and once I'm in my lounging clothes for the night, ain't nothing gonna get me to get dressed and go out again the same night. We eat dinner, and I'm sitting in my chair all nice and comfy in my lounging clothes. It strikes me that our dear Golden\Samoyed will turn into our driveway and on to the house when we're out on walks, so its obvious she knew where our house was. I get to wondering if this little white pooch would do the same thing. Mom (being a Mom of course) doesn't want me walking around the neighborhood at night, and encourages me to try my experiment in the morning. But, I just can't get that thought out of my head, and I finally decide to put the little pooch on a long leash and walk around the area she was found. So, completely against my nature, I go get dressed once again, and take the little pooch for a walk. While we're walking, I notice a woman come out of her house and head for the end of her sidewalk. She's calling out "Sally!" Now of course, Sally could have been a child for all I knew. Our paths met right at the end of that sidewalk, and sure enough....Sally was that cute little white poodle! The woman invited me in for coffee, and called her kids/husband to let them know Sally was home. Sally in the mean time, raced full tilt all around the house making sure everything was in its proper place just as she'd left it. The woman said she'd decided to search for Sally again the next day, and was ready to turn in for the night. But, she got this very sudden urge to go out the front door one more time and look just in case. I'm sure that some higher force not only got me off my butt and had me walk the pooch for the night, but also directed that woman to leave her house and make sure our paths crossed. Oh, and we figured out that the reason Sally hopped into Mom's car was, her car looked just like the car Sally's owner drove!
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Goddessatlaw
Member
07-19-2002
| Tuesday, April 27, 2004 - 3:03 pm
I love that story, Whoami!!!!
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 1:02 pm
I have a story. It's a long story though. When I was a little younger my dad would take me hunting. Not for animals, but, plants. Blood root, ginseing, yellow root (golden seal), and others. The two money makers were yellow root, and Ginseing (big money maker). Well we are both afraid of snakes. And he hates bees, they don't really bother me though. Well he wanted to show me how to get away from hornets. He had a friend die of bee stings years and years ago. So naturally he thought it was important to show me what to do in an emerengcy. Hornets usually make a nest up in a tree you've likely seen them atleast on t.v. They are a big grey ball that looks like it's made out of recycled paper or something. Well one day he got his chance and we ran into a hornets nest that was low to the ground. We both carried a walking stick to dig up the roots with. So dad got my attention and said "Watch what I do so you'll know what to do if you walk into a nest." Then he smacked the nest really hard with the walking stick. He turned and ran down hill grabbing small saplings and other leafy twigs as he ran. He began smacking them across his back and the back of his head/neck. He ran downhill to help him throw them off. Only problem was he ran right into a snake. Thinking fast he turned and ran the only other way he could. RIGHT AT ME!!!! heheh. Well my dad at the time was 65 I was 15. Believe it or not an in shape 15 year old boy that could run as fast as any of his friends or faster got OUT RAN by his 65 year old dad. I ran as fast as I could and had a good fifteen yard headstart on dad. He ran past me as if I was walking along. Next came the hornets zipping by me like mini jet planes. Much to my suprise next came the snake!! The snake turned out to be what we call a blue racer. They have a tendency to chase you or "race" with ya. If you turn or jump up on something they just keep on moving without you and never turn back. At the bottom of the hill I saw my dad sitting on a stump waiting on me. He had not one sting, not one bite on him. So I was impressed by that. What can be learned of this isn't really that if you smack your back with bunches of leafy branches that hornets can't see you to sting you. Nor is it that you can get chased by your two biggest fears when your trying to show off. But, you can learn why I'm such a good boy. Cause I knew at 15 if my dad was able to pass me then he could surely catch me if I did anything wrong. :o) Jed. :o)
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Kaili
Member
08-31-2000
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 1:13 pm
Your dad thought a good way to show you what to do to escape hornets was to smack the hornet's nest??!?! LOL that's just too funny. Here ya go son- let's create an emergency so you know what to do in one. 
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 1:21 pm
Well yeah... he came out of it just as healthy as he went in. So he really knew what he was doing. :o) And to be honest I've bumped my head into a nest or two while looking for plants and that demo made a difference. I knew what to do and didn't get stung even once. :o)
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Goddessatlaw
Member
07-19-2002
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 1:32 pm
I learned how to be a good girl by watching my older brother get the crap beat out of him for cause. I was what you call a fast learner. Never once got a beating myself. 
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Babyruth
Member
07-19-2001
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 1:35 pm
Jed, your posts never fail to make me smile. Thanks so much for brightening my day with your wit and humor. 
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Hippyt
Member
09-10-2001
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 1:44 pm
Lol,Jed you're such a good story teller! I love that story.
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Carrie92
Member
09-15-2003
| Thursday, April 29, 2004 - 9:12 pm
GAL, my DH loves to tell about his and his brothers' spankings. They are 2 yrs apart, my DH is the youngest. His brother who is hearing impaired had QUITE the temper when they were young. Once when his mom tried to stick a bar of soap in his mouth for talking dirty (just to give him a taste), he bit off a chunk and started to chew it up! When it was spanking time, he would beg for more! Now, when they both needed spankings, his dad would always do the oldest first. My poor DH had to listen to the sounds from the next room, awaiting his turn. His brother would say, "Hit me harder, hit me harder! Come on! That doesn't hurt!" By the time it was his turn, his dad was twice as angry. The poor thing would be crying before his dad even came in the room! Now, his brother is very mild-mannered, and my hubby is the self-proclaimed "black sheep". Go figure. But, he has never let his bro live that down!
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, April 30, 2004 - 4:22 am
Thanks Babyruth. :o) Thanks Hippyt. :o) spanking stories eh? :o) maybe later today. :o) Goodnight everyone (for me anyway) :o) jed.
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Friday, April 30, 2004 - 7:24 am
Jed....your true calling is writing stories....loved it! Carrie...nothing against your father-in-law but spanking stories, soap stories just make me cringe 
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Carrie92
Member
09-15-2003
| Friday, April 30, 2004 - 11:31 pm
Things are definitely different nowadays aren't they Rupert? Good thing DH is none the worse for wear. Although, with some of the horror stories he's told about his behavior (and brothers) as a child, it's no wonder they made their parents so angry. They actually are a wonderful family and I think those horror stories were few and far between, but of course they are the ones that get brought up everytime we all get together!
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Saturday, May 01, 2004 - 4:06 am
Rupertbear That story is really true. heheh And I'm glad ya liked it. I actually used to love to write stories when I was younger. As the years went on I found that I didn't really have the knack for it. My dad is the real story teller. He has tons of them. Well ok I have a ton of stories too, but, I need to take a nap heheh. :o) Jed. :o)
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Saturday, May 01, 2004 - 9:47 am
Yeah, I guess you're right Carrie...only the 'they were so bad' stories get told, lol. I remember the scene from "A Christmas Story", when little Ralph's mom makes him put the cake of soap in his mouth...gave me the heebie jeebies! Jeb, hey kiddo...I knew the story was a true one...it was just SO WELL written...that's why I said I think you have the knack. You write as if you're talking to us and I love that. Tell me another story any time. Um...after your nap of course... hee hee
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Saturday, May 01, 2004 - 2:58 pm
Oh...btw Jed, that's amazing that your Grandfather was almost seven feet tall. Especially back in those days...he really must have seemed to be a giant! And your uncles's trained horse... And 15 kids in the family...wow, I thought the Irish had big families...lol ;) These stories should be compiled, kiddo...even if it's to pass down to future generations.
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