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1. I don't know these people, I'll bet they were kind and wonderful.
2. I make it all up, no ill will is intended.
Ernest is the town's kleptomaniac.
He got away with it for a long while.
His down fall was the day that Miss Jessie Mae turned her ankle going down the front steps of the Wilson's Mercantile and Feed Store.
Ernest ran to her aid. (He had been sweet on Jessie Mae ever since she gave him a lingering glance at the church picnic last June.)
It was Ernest's misfortune that the deputy sheriff was in the store that day, buying a new bit and bridle for his horse, when he witnessed (wide eyed in disbelief) the trail of various sundries falling out of Ernest's beard - leaving a trail behind him.
Jessie Mae now visits him each and every day at the jail. She brings him a fresh baked item every day. She knows they will check the confections for files or other contraband hidden within. Today Jessie Mae has decided there is a perfect way to help her chivalrous Ernest... they wouldn't dare check for a file under a lady's petticoats inside an ankle cast!
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Good Morning Amy! Thank you so much for visiting my blog! I did not know that about the baby portraits! How fasinating! And how sad that infant mortality was so common that there was even a need for that kind of service:( I am just so in love with everything from that time period. I have so many photos I think my husband thinks I am crazy, but I love them all:) I LOVE your stories about the photos!!!!! The stories are awesome and I am thinking of some too. I went to DeadFred and I really like the sight. I tried some of my ancestors, but came up empty handed. It is an incredible resource and I think I want to research the photographers of my cabinet cards there. Thank you so much for sharing. Tricia Scott is an awesome artist and she writes stories about her photos too. Her blog is called "A Little Birdie Told Me". Check her out she is incredibly talented:) Love, Jamie
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LOL! That's pretty funny. Ernest must have had some beard! I need to come up with a nutty fantasy family, too--although my own real family is nutty enough. My great-great-great grandfather was born on a boat coming over from Ireland and they put him in a suitcase because they didn't have a cradle. He grew up, married 3 times and had 11 children...five by his last wife (my direct granny) who was 30 years his junior.
Okay...I'll think about a fantasy family soon.
BTW, that's great about the white wicker chair!
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Sorry I didn't see you had already been tagged. I will choose someone else. :)
...Amy...I gotta tell you, my friend...Ernest's beard is just so creepy...LOL Can you imagine sleeping next to that thing?
The long and short of this hairy story is that while trying to help Ernest escape, Jessie Mae accidently closed the cell door with his beard in the way. It got caught up in the lock. In a frenzy to hurry before being found out, they had to cut Ernest's beard. Looking at his hairless face, Jessie screamed and the jailers came in . . . they now share adjoining cells and play gin rummy through the bars. Ernest cheats.
Morning Amy, Stopped by Fred's yesterday, stayed longer than I intended to. Saw your bearded gentleman there. Did not tell him your secret. Not sure how the site works, didn't get that far...
Anyway have a nice day:)
Amy that is so funny, I told him that since he had all his tools out, our dog needed a new bed.(She is outside in a big pen during the day, no fence) Well he came home yesterday and started one. You see that I am using that new vacuum now...ha ha :)
I don't think anyone could write a better story than the one you wrote amy . pretty funny!! xoxo nita
The bearded man in the photo is Horace S. Ash. In the town, West Middle America, he is also known as the town Horse's A_ _.
There are three reasons for this fine nickname. One, it sounds like his name. Two, his beard looks like a horse's tail is growing off his face. Horace often uses the beard to keep flies of his face on hot summer nights the way a horse will whip it's own back end.
Horace also earns the nickname by his behavior. Once in church, he tucked his right sleeve into his jacket pocket while his arm was really under his coat. On his index finger was a rather real looking mouse puppet. He asked the woman next to him, Mrs. Pendleton, to hand him a hymm book. He paused before taking the book until she acknowledged his greatful smile.
When she made eye contact, he suddenly looked surprised and glanced down at his beard. Her eyes instictively followed his stare where she saw the delicate mouse peeking out of his thick chin hair.
Mrs. Pendleton shrieked so loud, the preacher stopped preaching and Roland Voegler woke up. Before anybody else had noticed, the mouse disappeared.
Red in the face, Mrs. Pendleton dug through her handbag and retrieved her up close reading glasses. Slipping them on her nose, she snuck casual glances at her pew neighbor.
Horace pretended not to notice and studied his hymm book.
After not seeing any sign of a mouse for the rest of the service, Mrs. Pendleton decided she had imagined the whole thing and began working on an explanation for why she had shouted. She decided to blame it on the preacher. She would tell her cronies how she had been so moved by the sermon, she shouted out "EEEK" which she claimed meant Amen in an ancient biblical language.
When Horace saw Mrs. Pendleton at the back of the church, he wiggled his nose then started nibbling on a piece of cheese he had kept wrapped up in a bit of cloth in his pocket. He followed that up with a wink and a smile aimed directly at Mrs. Pendleton.
She immediatly informed him that he was definitely a horse's A_ _.
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