cowboy boots......and sand roads
this one is obviously taken at christmas and beed be sportin' some new cowboy boots. they are the only pair that beed has ever owned as beed has had no desire to wear them as a grownup. not even after seein' john travolta in "urban cowboy".
this is a shot of beed's momma apparently very happy to have a fat young son named dahbeed. now ya'll know why beed is so hot, his momma was definitely a looker!
here is beed crawlin' on a blanket with nuttin' on but a diaper. any of ya'll think moms put sunblock on beed back in 1960 under the full blazin' florida sun. me neither. my first carcinoma will be dedicated to you moms. j/k, people actually thought the sun was healthy back then.
beed and his cousin lonnie, at christmas. beed loved lonnie to death. we were about 3 months apart with beed bein' the oldest. when beed's parents divorced when he was 5 he didn't miss his dad....he missed lonnie. we had spent every day together for the first 5 years of our lives.
beed and his hermanito (little brother) bryant. he was 18 months younger than the beedstah. he's the one that died from malignant melanoma. beed still misses him and it's been 10 years now.
beed and his hermanito part deaux......what the hell was up with moms and her predisposition to stick a bow tie on beed.
the man in the middle is beed's paternal grandfather, george lonnie carter, to his left is his sister maggie, to his right is his wife mary lee farmer carter, in front is beed's aunt judy. grandma carter used to tell me that grandpa carter was 1/4 indian. no empirical proof of it but with his dark skin and jet black hair til the day he died there's good anecdotal evidence. grandma was of swedish descent. when they arrived in the country the customs agent asked what they did, they replied farm, the customs agent then replied, "your new last name is farmer"! she was the source of all the blonde hair and blue eyes in the carter clan.
my maternal grandfather, roscoe lamastus. also rumored to be much indian and french. same jet black hair til the day he died. how in the hell beed had two grandfathers with heads full of hair into their death and beed ended up a cue ball is beyond him. grandpa lamastus always dressed up like a pimp. check out the lion's face in his tie. also where beed got his high cheekbones.
beed was his first grandson. he told beed's grandmother he was going to the store and ended up getting drunk and somehow ended up on a train to orlando florida to see his first grandson. beed's momma tells him the first thing grandpa did was count beed's toes and fingers. don't know why, beed's mom and dad weren't first cousins, he might as well have checked beed for a tail.
beed's maternal grandfather and grandmother on their official visit to see beed and his little brother, not a get drunk and jump on a train trip, a planned one.
four cousins that loved the shit out of each other, from left to right. lonnie, dahbeed, bryant, and mark, lonnie's younger brother, tho' larger. mark who had the nickname muggles made the mistake of thinkin' he could take beed on a summer visit one year. beed beat the shit out of him and lonnie didn't jump in. said muggles had it comin'. that road is no longer sand, and those fields are no longer empty....houses as far as the eye can see. davisson avenue, winter park florida, suburb of greater orlando.
beed loves this photo. 4 youngsters at daytona beach with not a care in the world. from left to right, lareda (love that name), beed's moms, toad (actually on the back of the photo, don't know his real name, moms would) and mary kay. the lady who married beed's uncle jack. jack died a few years ago and mary kay axed beed and his brother to be pall bearers. we visited her last summer and she is still not over it.
this is not that old of a photo, circa 1982, beed just wanted to prove that at one point in his life HE DID HAVE HAIR!!!!! how about that british iron there? it was a norton 850 commando and ran like a bat out of hell.....when it was running....it was british and temperamental as hell. beed punched a dent in the gas tank one time after trying to kick it over around 100 times (no electric start and big honkin' pistons) and it finally backfired and almost broke beed's ankle. had to look at that damn dent and be reminded of how stupid he was all summer long.
posted by dahbeed at 8:25 AM
5 Comments:
Looks like some great memories. That's awesome. And looks like you had a pretty happy childhood.
I went to school with some Lamastus boys...might they be kin?
Beed, I think you can see the indian in your granpappy Carter by the nose. He really looks a lot like my Grandpa. However, my Grandpa's hair has gone silver, but you can still see the cherokee in him. His momma, was half-blooded, and was known to be a real fire-cracker!
Great pics man! If I had a scanner, I'd put some of my old ones on here. Adrianne has one, so when she moves down here I'll try to do it. I don't have a lot of old photos. Mom and Sis have most of them. Most of the pictures I have are from college on. I never had a camera of my own until then, and still, I usually just used a disposable one. It sucked being Po'!
they might be distantly related mi amor. my uncles kids went to warren east.
my grandfather only had one sister and she had no children so there could be some cousins of my grandpa that had kids that had kids that might have went to school with you.
btw, i love your new photo. who is in that photo?
i thought you might like all of those old black and whites. actually it wasn't the greatest childhood but i have always been a glass half full person so i made lemonade out of lemons.
u and i do share something in common. we had beautiful moms. don't u agree.
and look how porky i was as a toddler. but i've been skinny as shit the rest of my life.
Yes, I agree...we were blessed with beautiful mothers. And, while I agree you were a healthy child (and so cute!), I should scan my baby pic for you sometime...you've never seen a baby with a head that HUGE. Mom said I was like a little butterball turkey, I was so round. (wouldn't any girl love to hear that?) Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky to leap into thinness as an adult...sigh...
That is me with my niece in the pic. It is so goofy...I love it!
condray, if u wanna see indian, look at the cheekbones on my grandpa lamastus. when i used to hoop my face would get really red and flushed. people would axe me if i was alright. it was just the indian blood in me.
i use my 3 in 1 scanner, copier and printer to scan these in. it does a great job and didn't cost jack-shit at wally world. it's a lexmark and i paid less than a hundred bucks for it and it does a great job on all 3 things.
riovanya. i love your new picture. i think you already know i am enamored with your niece. she just has freakin' CHARACTER written all over her. at least from lilliott's stories she does. she is beautiful and just exudes a big brain in the photos i've seen of her.
and u look damn fine in that photo. u is definitely one fine chica. i don't care what kind of turkey u looked like as a baby....tho that statement u made did make me laugh out loud.
and i can't get over what a little porker i was as a toddler. i've been skinny since then except for a stretch when i worked night shift and got home late and ate frozen pizzas and went to bed.
i have a photo of my uncle when he was a little boy and miguelito looks just like him. it's funny how genes can jump like that. my mother told me how much michael looked like uncle robbie.
and i was like...yeah right mom. when my brother died i inherited some of his photos and there was one of my uncle and it was uncanny how much michael looked like him. i had to call my moms and apologize for dismissing her.
ya'lls buddy,
dahbeed.
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