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Two Hundred Yards Behind

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 20, 2013

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In 1985, PG went to work for Shaky Blueprints. The real name was a Japanese word that nobody knew how to spell. Two of the previous hires were an athletic young lady, and a fat man. Until better nicknames arrive, we will call them AYL and FM for this story.

AYL was trying to get FM to go jogging with her after work. This was an ongoing conversation, with FM always turning her down. One afternoon, PG wore an old pair of jogging shoes to work, and said that he would go running with AYL.

Shaky was just off highway 400, in what is now part of Sandy Springs. There was a road leading away from it. The road went over the highway, and went in a wooded semi circle for a couple of miles. The plan was to go on this loop, and take sidewalks on Roswell Road back to Shaky.

At one time, PG went running every day. He was out of the habit by this time, and always a slow runner. When the work day was over, PG tied his glasses on with a rubber band, did a few stretches, and was ready to take on the course.

AYL and PG left the parking lot, and started up the road. PG trudged along with his head down. When he got to the bridge over the highway, PG looked up. AYL had taken off like greased lightning, and was already two hundred yards ahead. PG hollered for her to slow down, and finished the course.

Pictures by “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.

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101 Ways To Say Death Part Two

Posted in History, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 19, 2013

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In 2008, a blogger started a series, 101 Ways to Say “Died”. It focused on epitaphs from New England cemeteries. Most of the headstones used were carved before 1825. The series has gone past 101, and is up to 118 now. If you look at the site, you see links to the individual parts. That is the number before the epitaph. Some have been skipped. The VPI site has photographs of many of the headstones used here. HT to Twenty Two Words. Pictures by Chamblee54. Part one has been published.

31 Martha H. Locke Passed to the Summer Land Sept. 13, 1817 Et. 31 yrs —- is no death[?]

32By the Church of Christ in Chelmsford. In Testimony of their Esteem and Veneration this sepulchral Stone was erected, to stand as a sacred Memorial of their late worthy Pastor, the Reverend Ebenezer Bridge, who after having officiated among them, in the Service of the Sanctuary, for more than a year above half a Century, the Strength of Nature being exhausted sunk under the Burden of Age, and joined the Congregation of the Dead, Oct. 1 1792. Age, 78 yrs.

33In Memory of HULDAH Wife of STEPHEN TILTON, who exchanged Worlds, Augst 29th 1793; in the 26th year of her age. Also MARY, her Infant, who died Sept. 14th 1793, aged 8 Months. Ye Angels guard this sleeping Clay, Till comes the great decisive day; When in their SAVIOUR’S Image drest, They’ll wake to be completely blest.

34 Here darkness dwells — Fit contemplation for proud human thought. Under this mournful Stone lie the remains of ANNA, Wife of TIMOTHY PALMER who changed this mortal life for that of immortality on the 21st of JULY AD 1786. In the 32d Year of her age. O the soft commerce! O the tender ties, Close twisted with the Fibres of the Heart! Which broken, break them; and drain off the soul Of human joy; and make it pain to live — And is it then to live? When such Friends part, Tis the Survivor dies — my Heart! no more!

35 Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. MERCY TAPPAN the mournfull but resign’d relict of Mr. RICHARD TAPPAN who sleeps in dust beside her to Religion she was an ornament to the neglect of it a Reproof. After a long confinement by a languishing disease which yet could never draw her to a discontented moan nor quench the ardor of incessant prayer, Her SAVIOUR whisper’d rise and come away and at the welcome sound her longing spirit sprung with joyfull assurance from the eager arms of lov’d and loving friends to the far more lov’d and loving arms of her LORD On the 17th of May 1790 AEt 80.

38SACRED to the Memory of Mr. Ralph Cross Who served God & the Presbyterian Church as a ruling Eder in this town more than XI years being a faithfull reprover of vice both in public and private Finish’d a Life of Examplary Piety in a well Grounded hope of eternal glory Janr. the 4th 1788 in the 82nd year of his Age.

39 Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. MARY McHARD the virtuous & amiable Consort of CAPt. WILLIAM McHARD of NewburyPort who amidst the laudable exertions of a very useful & desireable Life in which her Christian Profession was well adorned and a fair copy of every social vir- tue displayed was in a state of health suddenly summoned to the Skies and snatched from ye eager embraces of her friends (and the throbbing hearts of her disconso- late family confessed their fairest prospects of sublunary bliss were in one moment dashed) by swal- lowing a pea at her own table, whence in a few hours she sweetly breathed her Soul away into her SAVIOUR’S arms on the 8th day of March A.D. 1780 AEtatis 47.

41 Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Ann Cumings Consort of the Revd. Henry Cumings Who quitted this Stage of Mortality and passed into the world of Spirits Jan 5, 1784 in ye 45th Year of her Age supported by lively Hopes of ent’ring into the Joys of her Lord. My flesh shall slumber in the ground Til the last trumpet’s joyful sound, Then burst the grave, with sweet surprize, And in my Saviour’s image rise. Cease then my friends to mourn, Bid earth adieu, Loosen from hence the grasp of fond desire, Weigh anchor and some happier clime explore.

42 Here lie interred Mrs. Lydia Beadle Age 32 Years Ansell Lothrop Elizabeth Lydia & Mary Beadle her Children: the eldest aged 11 and the youngest 6 years Who on the morning of the 11th day of Decr AD 1782 Fell by the hands of William Beadle an infatuated Man who closed the horrid sacrifice of his Wife & Children with his own destruction. Pale round their grassy tombs bedew’s with tears, Flit the thin forms of sorrow and of fears; Soft sighs responsive swell to plaintive chords, And Indignations half unsheath their swords.

43 In Memory of MARGARETT CUMINGS Consort to the Revd. HENRY CUMINGS who expired in the faith of Christ June 2d. 1790 In the 54th Year Of Her age This corruptible must put on incorruption and this mortal must put on immortality.

44 Here lies the Body of the amiable ELIZABETH Wife of Mr. STEPHEN PAINE and Daughter of NATHL. FEALS Esq. of Bristol who ended all her Cares in quiet Death January 17th A.D. 1777 In the 23d. Year of her Age.

45 In Memory of Miss AMEY SESSIONS, the amiable daughter of the Hon. Darius Sessions & Sarah his wife; who though suddenly called, met her dissolution with great composure, yeilding up her spirit into the hands of her Creator in full confidence of His power and mercy, on the 22d. day of Oct. 1829, in the 60th year of her age.

46 In this Silent Mansion are deposited the Remains of JEREMIAH KNOWLES Youngest Son of Edward and Molly Knowles, who clos’d this Earthly scene on the 22 of Jany, 1810, in the 35th Year of his Age. Such was the Virtuous Life, of this beloved Youth, that his final hour sweet peace and Heavenly hope, Devinely beam’d on his Exalted Soul. Could greatful love recall the fleeting breath, Or fond affection sooth relentless Death, Then had this stone never Claimed a tear, Nor read to thoughtless man a lesson here.

48 Here lies ye Body of Sarah Antram, Daughter of Major Thomas Fenner & Wife of William Antram; by whom he had 7 Children 4 of which surviv’d her, & rise up & bless her Memory. Proverbs, Chap. 31, Verse 23 28. She was a Careful Loving Mother; A Desirable Neighbour; And a Prudent Wife. She rested from ye Pains & Sorrows of this Life April 17th 1736, in ye 39th Year of her Age. He hath destroyed me on every side, & I am gone: & mine Hope hath he removed like a Tree. Job Chap 19, Verse 10.

49 IN MEMORY of Silvanus Son of Stephen Hopkins Esqr & Sarah his Wife, Was Cast away on Cape Breton Shore & inhumanly Murdered by Cruel Savages on the 23 of April 1753. aged 18 Years 5 Months and 23 Days. Think not by this, My Grave is Shown Hard Fate Decreed, I should have none.

50 Here lies Interred the Body of SAMUEL PACKARD Junr. Son of Capt. Samuel Packard, and Abigail his Wife: Suddenly snatch’d by the hand of his Heavenly Parent, from the evil of this transitory life, He on Feby. 25th A.D. 1799 entered the regions of immortal felicity, Aged 1 Year, 5 Months & 17 Days. Beneath a sleeping Infant lies, To earth his body’s lent; More glorious he’ll hereafter be, Though not more innocent. When the Arch-angel’s trumpet shall blow And souls to bodies Join, Millions will wish their lives below Had been as short as thine.

51 ALLEN WARDWELL son of Mr. Peleg Pitman & Mary his wife; who lost his life by a fall from a tree April 13th 1799, in the 11th Year of his age.
While on the tree The summons came And call’d me to my GOD.

52 In Memory of Mr. Obediah Brown Junr. who fell bravely fighting for the Liberties of his Country on Rhode-Island, Aug. 29th, 1778 in the 26th Year of his Age.

53 Sacred To the memory of Mr. SANDArS PITMAN Goldsmith, who finished a long and useful life on the 15th day of August, AD 1804 in the 74th year of his age. His works were useful standard weight & pure, But still his virtues were applauded more.

54 In Memory of Mr. EDWARD Son of Mr. EDWARD and Mrs. ELIZABETH ALLEN who by Missfortune was shot by a Negroe Soldier April the 10th 1781 in the 23d Year of his Age.

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Labelism

Posted in Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 18, 2013







Chamblee54 had a post recently about conservatives and liberals. A lot of people see things in those terms. There are other pigeon holes that people get stuffed into. Not only politics, but religion, fashion, and sexual activity are classified, usually by someone who disapproves. Maybe the true religion of our culture is Labelism.

A trip to google city had lots of results. The top result (possibly paid for) is a company called Labelism. You can create personalized labels, usually for an alcohol product. “Welcome to Labelism. The personalised Wine, Whisky, Champagne and Beer gift service where you become the designer & create your own label.”

The always helpful Urban Dictionary calls labelism “The act of judging people by the labels of their clothes. Here are a few examples of labelism: 1(in Abercrombie): I’m so classy. 2 (in Hollister): Me, too. 3 (in American Eagle): Don’t forget me. 1: We all rock! 4 (in Aeropostale): Hey, I’m classy, too! 1: You wish, you wannabe! 2: Yeah, Loser! 5 (in Wal-Mart clothes): I’m pretty classy myself. 1: Eww Get away! You’re poor! 2,3, and 4: Gross! White Trash! Nasty! 5: Whatever, you label whores!”

Ablogspot facility called Quadrilateral Thoughts gets a bit closer to the original concept of this post. “labelism: The tendency to skew diverse particular ideas, events, people, and so forth by grouping them under overly generalized labels in the service of argument.” A few examples are given. “All these statements are logically fallacious, even though they are the stuff of common rhetoric. They take diverse realities and oversimplify them because the human mind has difficulty processing complexity.”

A playground called Young Americans for Liberty comes out as an Anti-Labelist. “If we refuse to be objective in this way, but rather use smear terms and labels, then it is no surprise that more anti-labelites are produced. We become part of the problem rather than part of the solution.”

Labelism dot org is another take. “Labelism- There Must Be For There To Be/Create Create/ Leaving Assumption To The Act/Support Support/ Do Good To Be Good/ Look Passed Word Act-RE-Reality=Option/True”

This post was a good idea that turned out to be boring. The spell check suggestion for labelism is Isabella. Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This is a repost.






Edward Snowden

Posted in Politics, Trifecta, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 17, 2013

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Edward Snowden is in the public eye now. He told some journalists about a sleazy government-business connection. The former model is being attacked in the media. Could this be the plan?

One of his sources, Glenn Greenwald said on CNN “One of his big concerns with coming out, really his only one, was that he knows political media loves to dramatize and personalize things, and he was concerned that the focus would distract away from the revelations of about what our government was doing on to him personally …. The other problem is that whenever there’s whistleblower, someone who dissents from our political institutions, the favorite tactic is to try to demonize him and highlight his alleged bad personality traits. ”

Lets assume for a minute that few people are surprised that the government is spying on them. Perhaps the plan was to get this information out, and do so in a way that the focus is on the whistleblower rather than the message. This could take several forms. Mr. Snowden could be on the payroll, and will spend a well paid life in exile. Or, Mr. Snowden might be sincere, but was egged on by government personnel who wanted to get this story out in the open.

It should be noted that Chamblee54 does not know what he is talking about. This is rank speculation. Pictures today are from Gwinnett County. Mr. Snowden will probably not spend time in this facility. The spell check suggestion for Snowden is Snowmen. This is similar to straw man.

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Pink Pony

Posted in Politics, Trifecta by chamblee54 on June 17, 2013

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About this time last year, PG was following the effort to create a city of Brookhaven. It was a nasty affair, with racially charged mailers, legal complaints, and enough mud slung to cover the Capital City Club . The effort passed, the city was created, and J. Max Davis elected mayor. PG was disgusted, and quit paying attention.

It turns out one of the first moves by the new city was a prohibition on “the serving of alcoholic beverages at a nude dancing establishment.” The intended victim of this move was a large dancing emporium known as the Pink Pony. The PP is one of the larger adult venues in the Atlanta area. The club can afford lawyers, and has filed suit against the city. The ban on alcohol sales will not be enforced until courts rule on the suit.

This lawsuit is going to be expensive to defend. While considering whether, or not, to create the new city, there was much speculation regarding finances. Some said the city was going to have enough money to operate. Some were renaming it Broke-haven. The studies that showed the new city could function used the revenue from the Pink Pony as part of the tax base. These studies probably did not consider the double whammy of losing that revenue, and fighting an expensive legal battle.

The Pink Pony is on Buford Hiway, at the southern fringe of the new city. Some say the boundaries were drawn to include this establishment. PP is in a business district, far away from the mansions of historic Brookhaven, and the mcmansions of Ashford Park. PP is down the hill from Cross Keys High School, which should enable teachers to get part time jobs as exotic dancers.

Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.

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The Death Of Jimi Hendrix

Posted in History, Music by chamblee54 on June 17, 2013

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The current episode of WTF podcast features Marshall Crenshaw, who is a Jimi Hendrix fan. He discusses reports that Mr. Hendrix was murdered by Michael Jeffrey, his manager.

“The rock legend Jimi Hendrix was murdered by his manager, who stood to collect millions of dollars on the star’s life insurance policy, a former roadie has claimed in a new book. James “Tappy” Wright says that Hendrix’s manager, Michael Jeffrey, drunkenly confessed to killing him by stuffing pills into his mouth and washing them down with several bottles of red wine because he feared Hendrix intended to dump him for a new manager, according to a report in the Mail on Sunday. In his book, Rock Roadie, Mr Wright says Jeffrey told him in 1971 that Hendrix had been “worth more to him dead than alive” as he had taken out a life insurance policy on the musician worth $2m (about £1.2m at the time), with himself as the beneficiary. Two years later, Jeffrey was killed in a plane crash.

These rumors have been around for years. Whenever someone famous dies under mysterious circumstances, people wonder why. If you google the phrase “was Jimi Hendrix…” the suggested searches are left handed, a hippie, black, and murdered.

Mr. Wright’s story is denied by Bob Levine, the United States manager of Mr. Hendrix. He says Mr. Wright waited until 2009 to tell this tale, and he did it to increase book sales. Mr. Levine is legally blind after suffering a stroke. There seems to be a bit of conflict between Bob Levine and Tappy Wright.

“The Orlando-based Wright says the ex-manager (Levine) “wanted me to baby-sit him” because Levine’s alienated his family and staff. “Levine used to say, ‘If you don’t come through, I’m going to slag your book,'” claims Wright, who adds that he has a “signed and notarized” statement from Levine saying that “it’s about time somebody wrote the truth about Jimi’s death. He also did a video interview.” Levine denies Wright’s claims. Levine says he is legally blind from his stroke but has “people taking care of me.” Levine adds that he didn’t discuss Hendrix’s death in the video and has no recollection of signing the notarized statement. Asked why he chose to speak out about the book now, Levine says: “Tappy dared me. He said, ‘There’s no one left to challenge me.'” Adds Wright, “I’m just correcting the story.”

There is a story from an physician who was at the hospital when Jimi Hendrix was brought in.

“John Bannister the on-call registrar at the now closed St Mary Abbots Hospital in Kensington, said in an interview that the patient seemed to have “drowned” in a large amount of red wine.”
The last paragraph of the Telegraph story is an amusing post script. “Bannister now lives in Sydney and worked as a doctor until 1992 when he was deregistered for fraudulent conduct.”
Everyone in this story is either dead or sketchy. Michael Jeffrey seems to have been a nasty piece of work. He was a former intelligence agent for Britain’s MI6 agency. There are reports of stolen money, numbered bank accounts, and gangster business tactics. Reportedly, Mr. Hendrix was busy getting new management. The last paragraph of the blog critics story is perhaps the most intriguing.

“Michael Jeffery reportedly perished in a plane crash over France in 1973. But his remains were never found. Eric Burdon, Noel Redding, and others believe he may have checked luggage but slipped away during the boarding process. Jeffery was due in London court the very next day to defend himself in several huge lawsuits relating to his embezzlement, money laundering, and fraud.”

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Luther C. McKinnon

Posted in History, Holidays, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 16, 2013





Luther Campbell McKinnon Sr. was born February 22, 1916, on a farm in Rowland, North Carolina. Europe was stuck in a war that would change the world, and not until The United States got involved. This didn’t happen for another year.
Luke was the youngest of four children. After life as a farm boy, he went to Wake Forest University, and then came back when his Daddy died. He ran a family dairy for a few years, and went to live in New Jersey. He lived near a prison, and saw the lights dim when the electric chair was used.
In the early fifties, he came to Atlanta to live. This was where his sister Sarah stayed, with her husband and two daughters. One day he went into the C&S bank on 10th street, and took notice of one of the tellers. On October 6, 1951, he married her. Jean Dunaway was his devoted wife for the rest of his life.
At some point in this era he started selling shoes. He would go to warehouses, gas stations, and wherever barefoot men needed shoes. He was “The Shoe Man” .
Before long there were two boys, and he bought a house, then another. The second house is the current residence of my brother and myself, and is probably worth 15 times what he paid for it. He had the good fortune to not buy in an area that was “blockbusted”, as many neighborhoods were.
And this was his life. He tended a garden, went to the gym, and was in the Lions Club for many years. When he met Mom, she let him know that going to church with her was part of the deal. They found a church that was good for their needs, and made many friends there. The Pastor at Briarcliff Baptist, Glen Waldrop, was his friend.
When I think of the character of this man, there is one night, which stands out. My brother was away at the time. The day before, Mom had discovered she had a detached retina, and was in the hospital awaiting surgery. Her job had arranged a “leaf tour” by train in North Georgia, and she got one of her friends at work to take me. There was some mechanical trouble on the train, and it did not get back into town until 3am Monday morning. And yet, Daddy stayed at home, did not panic, and had faith that all of us would be back soon, which we were.
Through all the struggles of his life, Dad was cheerful, laughed a lot, and was good company. He left me with a rich repertoire of country sayings, and had many stories to tell. He was surprising mellow about black people, if a bit old fashioned. (In the south when I grew up, this was highly unusual).
Dad was always in good, vigorous health, and I thought he would be with us for a long time. Well, that is not how things work. A cancer developed in his liver, and spread to his lungs (he did not smoke). After a mercifully brief illness, we lost him on February 7, 1992. This is a repost.




______ Telling _____ What Is Racist

Posted in Race by chamblee54 on June 15, 2013






Womanist Musings recently republished the internet classic 10 Conversations On Racism I’m Sick Of Having With White People. PG turned off his BS detector, and read. In addition to the ten convos of the title, there are five chats that the author would like to have. Apparently, the author likes to talk. Listening might be something else.

PG learned a long time ago that conversations about race are dangerous. If you say the wrong thing, you might wind up in the hospital. It is much easier to hold your piece, and live another day. The bottom line is, PG cannot remember ever discussing any of these matters, especially with a person of color (POC). He decided to leave a comment, and the fun started.

chamblee54 I am a person of non color. I have never had any of these fifteen conversations.
womanistmusings Do you want a cookie?
RVCBard Here’s a cookie you can make at home!
Siah WTF is a person of non-color? Transparent are ya?
miga Perhaps why ze’s never had that conversation before? No one notices hir?

PG felt it was important to make his ethnicity known. The image illustrating the comment has a brown paper bag over a head. You cannot tell if it is a person without color (PWOC), or POC. When talking about race, this is an important distinction.

Person of non-color might be a silly label. But then, what about POC? It is a mystery why “colored people” is offensive, but POC is PC. The skin on PG’s neck might be red, but red is a color.

And so it goes. People love to talk about race in America. The problem is finding someone who will listen. Before ending the text, and moving on to the pictures (courtesy of The Library of Congress), we are going to share something from facebook. This message has been edited. PWOC and POC have been replaced by blank spaces. This is a repost.

This is what I have seen a lot of recently: _____ telling _____ what is racist and what is not. Trust me, _____ of the world, _____ have been thinking about this for a LONG time, and it would be a good idea to LISTEN to what they say — I think that, most of the time, they’re probably right and you’re probably wrong about racism.

Maybe even do some reading and research, so the _____ don’t bear the burden of actively taking the time to educate you about racism in only face-to-face interactions and only when they’re calling you out for saying or doing something racist.

Can we just start with the assumption that you, _______ , are racist? That your actions, most likely, perpetuate or benefit from racism? Maybe that’s not true — I’m sure you’re a good person, but maybe you’re also racist. I don’t want you to feel guilty about it, but just live with it for a little bit as if it were true. Accept, for a moment, that, unless you are actively engaged in something that is ANTI-racist, you’re being racist. Now there’s nowhere to go but up! Now you can feel EXCELLENT about every anti-racist thing you do!

And you’ve been doing a lot of those anti-racist things recently, right?





Summer Poem

Posted in forty four words, Trifecta, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 14, 2013

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35 Broad Street

Posted in Georgia History by chamblee54 on June 14, 2013

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PG was having a delightfully slack afternoon, The one productive activity was editing pictures from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”. In box seventy two of “corporate bodies”, in the Lane Brothers archive, there was a picture commissioned by King Road Marker Company. It displayed a brand new crosswalk, over Marietta Street at the intersection of Broad Street. The picture was taken at 1:51 p.m. September 27, 1954. This is a repost.

The time caught PG’s eye. 1:51 is one of the times used to display clocks and watches in advertising. Most ads use 10:09. This arrangement of the hour and minute hands makes a welcoming gesture. This allows the logo of the watch to be visible, and is thought to encourage the viewer to purchase the timepiece. The shadows on the buildings indicate that the picture was shot in early afternoon.

The clock with the magic time advertised the C&S national bank. The building behind the clock was the headquarters of that bank. In 1954, Citizens and Southern bank was a prime player in the Atlanta market. (PG’s dad said that C&S stood for choke’m and squeez’m.) At some point, C&S merged with NCNB to become Nationsbank, which was later absorbed by Bank Of America.

C&S kept it’s headquarters at 35 Broad Street for many years after competitors built trophy buildings. Their were constant rumors about where the C&S highrise was going to go. Finally, C&S Plaza was built at Peachtree and North Avenue, a mile north of five points. The building was to become the tallest building in America outside of New York and Chicago. During the construction of this building, C&S became part of Nationsbank.

The picture is featured in Atlanta Time Machine. The building is now owned by Georgia State University, with a BOA branch on the first floor.
The banking hall is spectacular. It was designed by Philip Shutze, before the great depression. Here is more information.
Nations Bank Building (Citizens and Southern National Bank Building, Empire Building)
35 Broad Street, NW 1901: Bruce and Morgan, Architects, NR.
Remodeling of Lower Floors and Interiors 1929:
Hentz, Adler and Shutze, Architects; Philip Shutze, Designer
Fourteen stories high, the Nations Bank Building was the first steel-frame structure to be built in Atlanta. Its clear-cut silhouette, simple fenestration, and heavily decorated terra-cotta top bear the influence of the Chicago School. In 1929 the building became the headquarters of the Citizens and Southern National Bank, which asked Philip Shutze to redesign its three lower floors. Because the impression of load-bearing masonry was regarded as better suited for a banking establishment than large glass panes were, the original display windows were replaces by classical motifs apparently “carved out” of Indiana limestone.
Philip Shutze was inspired by Italian Mannerism, and especially by the city gates of Verona by Michele Sanmichelo (1484-1559) … Reached from Marietta and Walton streets through lofty arcaded entryways and a more intimate elevator lobby in the early Renaissance style on Broad Street, the banking hall is a long nave articulated by colossal Corinthian pilasters. While its walls and floors feature several kinds of Georgia, Tennessee, and European marbles in a warm gold-brown color scheme, the ceiling, from which hang gigantic chandeliers, is left bare. The Pantheon, which Shutze had measured during his internship at the American Academy in Rome, served as direct source for the pedimented niches, and for the floors with alternate square and circular patterns. Also, of Roman inspiration are the bronze desks and the eagle motif found throughout the design.

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A Summer Memory

Posted in Book Reports, Trifecta by chamblee54 on June 13, 2013

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It is 3:15 am in a midtown office building. PG is spending his dinner break in an unused cubicle, almost out of speaker range for the break room tv. A flourescent light fixture is hard at work, playing an essential role in the drama to follow.

Thirty seven years ago, Truman Capote spoke in Athens GA. Before taking questions, he read “A Christmas Memory.” There was a line, with the words oh, and carnage, that got a big laugh.

Wednesday afternoon had been the first time to turn on the window AC unit. Outside, it was over ninety, with the Georgia humidity doubling the effect. The next two months will be miserable.

During this early morning dinner, after the first day of summer megaheat, PG is reading “A Christmas Memory”. An old lady, and the seven year old cousin she calls Buddy, are going to make fruitcakes. They need to buy supplies.

The previous summer, someone gave Buddy a penny for every 25 flies he killed. “Oh, the carnage of August: the flies that flew to heaven”. It is now 3:28. In two minutes, it will be time to go back to work. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. The fruitcake lady was the aunt of Truman Capote.

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Posted in Book Reports, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on June 12, 2013

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (the book, not the movie) was on the shelf at the Chamblee library. It is a short little thing, just like the author, Truman Capote. It is a 55 year old book, with the action taking place 70 years ago. It is a fun way to kill time waiting on the train.

The action takes place in New York City, in 1943. This is wartime. A telegram arrives, informing Holly Golightly that her beloved brother has died in action. The narrator, probably based on Truman Capote, is having problems with his draft board. A google search for the military record of Mr. Capote proved, pardon the expression, fruitless. Apparently, Mr. Capote escaped military duty during that conflict. In a war with major need for combat troops, being queer is not a good excuse.

The book is fun to read, even if it does have some issues. The central figure is Holly Golightly, a “cafe society celebrity.” Her zaniness makes for good story telling, but can seem a bit forced. There is an old saying, “Sooner or later you would have to kill her”. None of the men supporting her lifestyle seem to get close enough for that to be an issue.

Mr. Capote is at the peak of his creative powers here. The story is a page turner, with zingy quotes throughout. At some point after finishing this story, Mr. Capote became famous for being famous. A life of TV appearances, society lunch, and substance abuse followed. Were more stories like BAT drowned by the Justerini & Brooks downpour? We will never know.

There is one jaw dropping moment. A side character in BAT is Mag Wildwood, a model who stutters. She elopes with an heir, who many thought was going to marry Miss Golightly. When the marriage is announced, the full name of Mag Wildwood is in the story. Miss Margaret Thatcher Fitzhue Wildwood. This was twenty plus years before the iron lady took over England.

PG has never seen the movie. It seems a bit different from the book. The Capote charactar is given a name, and played by George Peppard. Doc Golightly, the husband of young Holly, is played by Buddy Ebsen. This was in 1961, just before the Beverly Hillbillies. Mickey Rooney plays a Japanese photographer, who lived in the same building as Truman and Holly.

Pictures from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.

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