Popular demand calls for more fish frys. We started back down that road yesterday and got some help from friends Suzi and Charlie to load the boat with 42 fat cats. Fair to average size they made 9 pounds 7 ounces of fillets. We put 6 pounds in the freezer and ate 3 pounds last night. This is what a fishing trip looks like through Cathy's eyes.
This is what Suzi looks like on a fishing trip.
Charlie, who has begun a new phase of life called retirement makes a new friend while Cathy helps the friend's friend look on.
Suzi wins the prize for the largest wad of trot line string snagged on this trip.
Cathy proves that the fish bit at the back of the boat just as well.
There's a nice one!
Charlie and Cathy double again. Charlie took one for the team with a catfish fin to the hand. Painful for sure but the fish met his end in a hot frying pan.
After this photo of a wash tub full of fish they swam in our belly. Menu was fried catfish, hushpuppies, carrot salad and cajun potato salad.
I figured there would be a good bite before the weather change that is predicted this weekend. This morning looks like a foggy blue cat kind of day. Cooler weather patterns should change things from a deep water to a shallow water pattern pretty soon but there are fish everywhere in the lake. The spot we fished yesterday has produced in the hottest part of the summer and last year we caught a bunch of fish same place on Christmas Day.
I have been reading. Not anything new about that. I have always read and in the forth grade I read more books than anyone except for some girl. Being busy with many things sometimes these day reduces me to a quick magazine article before drifting off to sleep. Over that past year I have found an author who really resonates with me as I pursue my interest in music, genealogy, history and if you are interested I think it gives insight to how we have come to the situation in politics we face in this election year. The books I am talking about are by author Ned Sublette with one of them being co authored by his wife Constance. Ned is a Texan, a musicologist, a composer, an author, a recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, had a #1 record with "Cowboy Rumba" on the European World Music charts in 1999 and has produced the NPR show Afro Pop Worldwide. He's a smart guy. The books he has written and which I have read, three of which you see here (one is on the kindle, not a pretty picture) are "Cuba and it's Music", "The World that made New Orleans from Spanish Silver to Congo Square," "The Year Before the Flood, a Story of New Orleans," and "The American Slave Coast, a History of the Slave Breeding Industry."
I suggest you read the World that Made New Orleans, The American Slave Coast and Cuba and It's Music first. These books are very historical taking you back to the Crusades and religious wars of Europe to set the cause and effect scene for the way things unfolded as the New World was formed into what we know it now. Everything is well footnoted and the letters and writings of the founders of the good old USA are often quoted. These are not opinions. They are history. As Faulkner said, "the Past is not Dead, it's not even past." If you want to discuss politics, history, music, race relations or the constitution with me you need to read these books. Some of the things inside are how the constitution is written to give slave owners power, with the footnotes and quotes to back this up. You can read good old Tom Mr. Liberty Jeff's writings on how much each slave birth increased his wealth. Learn something about music with the facts that mostly sub Saharan people came to the USA as slaves which is why we have the banjo and fiddle, descendants of Islamic instruments and how Cuba, whose slaves were forest people got the drum. I mention my interest in genealogy. Many of my old ancestors came right into Virginia and moved right down through the Carolinas, into Mississippi, Tennessee and Texas. They owned the slaves ( yes I'm ashamed) and fought the wars. Funny thing about those slave owners. They left evidence in their wills of how the slaves were to be divided up but they don't seem to have left a military service record. The ones with military records don't seem to have been slave owners and therefore we can make a pretty good argument (if you read the books you will see) that the soldiers were not rich people. It's always a rich man's war and while we complain about how ugly politics and race relations have become we can see that it has always been that way. If you keep a black man low enough you don't have to raise a cracker up very much. This is not a new tactic. Heck you can even get the cracker to fight and die for you. On the topic of slave breeding here is a will from an ancestor. Pretty telling that he uses the same term, "increase" for slave births referring to the offspring as it just as they do in Ned's books. That "increase" was like a savings account for the family.
Will of Robert Wiley, Maury County, 1820
State of Tennessee, Maury County: In the name of God, Amen.
Will – Record Book C, page 221 – Columbia, Tennessee
I, Robert Wiley, being weak in body but of sound and perfect mind and memory blessed be God for the same. I do make and publish this my last Will and Testament in manner and form following (that is to say)
First I give and bequeath unto my beloved Wife Sarah Wiley all my personal Estate after my funeral expenses and just debts is paid, to have and to hold during her natural life as widowhood, Also my will is after the death or marriage of my wife that the negro boys Abram and Milford be sold to the highest bidder and the money arriving from the sale to be equally divided among my children hereinafter named: John Wiley, Thomas Wiley, Robert S.Wiley, William Wiley, Moses Wiley, Andrew Wiley, Polly Wiley, Margaret Wiley.
Item 2nd I give and bequeath unto my son Alexander Wiley the track of land whereon I now live whereon his mother is to be supported during her life as widowhood by the care of said land. Item 3rd I give and bequeath unto my
daughter Sarah Thompson one negro woman named Flora after the death or marriage of my wife to her and her heirs forever, but provided the said negro woman Flora should have any increase before the death or marriage of my wife, my will is that it be sold and divided among the whole of my remaining heirs.
And lastly I do hereby constitute and appoint my beloved wife and my son Alexander Wiley my Executive and Executor of this my last will and testament hereby working all other or former wills or testaments by me heretofore made in witness whereof I have hereonto set my hand and seal the thirty first day of August 1820.
Robert X Wiley
Witness: Francis S. Perry
Once you get the historical stuff out of the way and if you actually check up on Ned's sources and see that it's all true instead of taking a number in the Holocaust Denier queue should go ahead and pick up The Year Before the Flood. It will be a pleasure for you New Orleans junkies out there and instead of being a scholarly work it's written in Ned's own voice. Some who chose the queue won't like this book at all.. So there. If you are a banjo player I have probably ,made you mad calling your instrument Islamic. If you think the founding fathers had your interests in mind well they probably did if you were white and owned slaves. If your great great great grand father fought the Indians in Alabama (mine did) what did they tell those crackers about why? One thing I know is that you cannot say that is just the way it was back then. I am going to do what I can to make sure we don't go back that way. Here's some of Ned's Music.
I guess I'll Write About Certain Places the Rest of My Life...
When it comes to big cities I have spent a time in all the usual suspects within a several hundred mile radius with the most visited being Houston, Austin, New Orleans and Chicago and that might be fairly accurately listed in order with Chicago gaining ground fast and Austin sinking in the ratings not necessarily because of any lost love but just the fact being that I have nothing drawing me there for now. With a visit to Europe this summer this axis of entertainment was widened and attractions of Prague were enough to make me want to explore more. We certainty had a good place to stay there.
This is the building our airb&b apartment was in. Two couples stayed for less per night that you would spend at a Marriott facility in a nice USA neighborhood. Our host informed us that Rolling Stone Keith Richards and film director Oliver Stone occasionally stayed in the building. The apartment we rented was owned by a fairly well known photographer/film maker/producer Adolph Zika. Adolph seems mainly known for making black and white nude photos of his girlfriend but don't worry it's no worse that you would see on award winning TV series such as Game of Thrones, Boardwalk Empire, of issue from Donald Trumps mouth.
View of the river from the balcony.
One thing about Europe is that when you see something you cannot read a sign (in English) and know what it is. Across the street from us is what I would guess is some kind of government office.
The living room looking into our bed room. Very comfortable sleeping with the windows open and letting street sounds drift up as a city that never sleeps lullaby.
I think our photographer friend was a car fan. Lots of models.
Kind of like my house with drums of various sorts tucked into the corners of rooms. This is exactly the kind of drum that Cathy likes played for an alarm clock in the mornings.
For some reason I find myself at hippie festivals from time to time and some one usually has Patrician masks for sale. I always wondered who bought that stuff.
After a couple of weekends of heavy music playing around here I am only just feeling like picking up a guitar after a couple of days break. After a couple of weeks on the road it was a nice treat to find a guitar and amp in the apartment. I had stuck my trusty slide in my pocket and while the action on what appeared to be a Fender Strat was too low for my slidey slider thing I enjoyed having something to strum on. I think that little Marshall amp had a malfunctioning master volume so no tome machine here. One of my cigar box amps will eat this for lunch especially if you like the low fi thing.
Speaking of Mr. Richards this was a coffee table book, in addition to Adolph's own books available for browsing. I just looked at the photos in both of them since they were in Czech.
I say what appeared to be a Fender Strat because there was no country of origin, usually they (I own two strats, I can speak on this) have USA, Mexico, China and so on somewhere on them and a serial number. This had neither but did have a Fender decal. Till I get some more info I am calling some kind of knock off, parts guitar or down right fake. All that don't mean it was a bad guitar. It does show some signs of serious play wear but I hope nobody payed full Fender price.
Prague, I don't know when I see you again. Till then, I write and remember.
Only thing was that the deer I killed was with my car. My car is drivable and will need extensive repair. The deer is not driveable.
This is going to be an inconvenience since Cathy works nights and I work in Jasper. I am taking recommendations for body shops.
Some folks are driving around in new cars and suddenly I'm jealous. Morgan bought a new Chevy truck and while I did not get a photo of that I did get this photo of Mary and Miguel's new ride that they bought yesterday.
Anybody want to come by and give dad a ride?
While we are on the subject it rains, it pours. My hot water heater is out.
Believe it or not we got the house all cleaned up, musical instruments were stored till next time (which comes sooner than you think, playing at church this evening), and the only people who spent the night at the house were related to me. Thanks to all the folks who came. There were old friends, new friends, people I have not seen in a long time. There were musicians and kids. I can't say enough to thank Arron, Ray and Connie who really deliver the goods on the cooking. We gonna do this again. Here's photos, some by me and some by Edna. If you got some good pictures please post them.
Thanks for cooking Ray! He stepped in when another cook had to cancel.
Great job Aaron. We will do this again.
I don't know if I got a photo of every picker but the music was good.
Hushpuppies by Connie.
Mike came and played early because he had a gig.
Warren plays backup for songs by blond chicks.
Cathy, Mary, Rose.
New to percussion her name is Journey.
Anne with her vintage Silver-tone.
Diamond on washboard. We gave her a washboard to wood shed for Pop Fest in a few weeks.
Of course no party is complete without tuba.
Thanks to everyone who brought a side dish. I had cake for breakfast and am looking forward to other leftovers for lunch.
I started my life in music as a horn player. I am low brass player, a tuba player. When on a recent visit to Europe I toured a number of churches and what caught my eye was the various depictions of Gabriel blowing his horn. Looks like he was lucky enough to be a trumpet player and to signal the Second Coming, the Rapture or the Resurrection of the dead you know a guy has just got to be playing the melody.
Just a little internet research on old Gabe and we know he is mentioned in various faiths and religions. He appeared to foretell the birth of John the Baptist and Jesus. In the Book of Daniel he is referred to as "the man Gabriel." In Luke he is called an angel. In the Catholic, Eastern Orthodox and Anglican faiths he is a Saint. In Islam he is an archangel who reveled revelations to several prophets including Mohammad.
Gabriel is not specifically mentioned as a trumpeter in the Bible. The Good Book just says God will, sound the trumpet, seven angels with blow, or simply the voice of the Son of Man will sound. It's not until the 1300s, 1400s and 1600s when Gabe is mentioned as a horn man in various writtings and art. Somehow this filtered through time to become a prominent feature of old Black spirituals as well as "The Eyes of Texas."
Saturday Oct. 1st I'll be selling cigar box guitars and wretchedly primitive percussion instruments at the St. Patrick's Catholic Church Gift and Craft Fair. There will be singing and playing, jammers invited and I will be accompanied by Banjo Bill Cooney, my celebratory endorser, on tenor banjo. There will be sales so bring money!
Here is a video from a craft fair at St. Paul's Methodist Church a couple of years ago.