Wednesday’s beans ’n greens ’n other things:
FROM THE STAR sports pages Sunday:
ALEXANDRIA — Todd Ginn knows all too well what his last name means in Alexandria. At 24 minutes, 50 seconds and enough Larry Ginnisms into a 31-minute interview, the son of a hall-of-fame coach feels the need to explain.
A photo of Larry Ginn, who died in 2009, kicked in memories from my years in the toy shop.
For beginners, Ginn was not what you’d call a poster boy. He was sort of lanky, a bit slump-shouldered, had a good helping of freckles, and was as soft-spoken as a toasted marshmallow.
But Ginn, who played for the late Lou Scales, was as good as any high school quarterback I saw play in 19 years. He was best-ever one night against Oxford. Larry, in an upset, threw for four touchdowns, hit 22 of 26 passes.
One other thing not mentioned in Joe Medley’s fine read was that Ginn also won three state championships as Alexandria’s basketball coach.
Larry Ginn was not just a football coach, he was a coach ... and as good as any who ever coached high school in Alabama.
With that, I’ll leave son Todd with this line from a Hank Williams Jr. song:
“After all I’m standing in the shadow of a very famous man.”
“Brenda Hamilton is the organist at West Park Baptist Church (Eulaton), but a bit more noteworthy is she has been Gerald Hamilton’s wife for 60 years as of June 27. Faith probably has had a lot to do with their 60. Gerald is a deacon at West Park.”
The reason for the rerun is I was having a sausage biscuit and my finger slipped on a greasy key, typing “West Point” instead of West Park.
THE MAIL BOX:
“We bathed and shampooed with Octagon soap.
“That new-fangled Octane soap you used was probably too expensive for us.”
That one came from Jerry Turner in Heflin.
IT IS JULY 3, 1964, when David Willingham took the hand of a lovely lass by the name of Carol and said “I do.”
That was at the old Northside Baptist Church and the time since adds up to 54 years.
They call Saks home.
A LOUSY JOKE:
Q: Why do cow-milking stools only have three legs?
A:‘Cause the cow’s got the udder!
That’s really bad, but I understand it. Back in my tender years, I spent a lot of cold and bitter mornings draining the “udder” of a really mean Jersey cow. The only difference is I sat on a bucket; we didn’t have the money for a store-bought stool.
On my first morning, the minute I sat down, Dolly wrapped her tail around my face. It was full of cockleburrs and the pain was off the meter.
But it was at that moment (in my 13th year) that I knew I had some pretty good street smarts. I reached, got her tail, and tied it to her right hind leg. She never hit me with her tail again ... but my mother never milked another cow.
Oh, one other thing. That “left hind leg?” You always milked a cow from the right side, mounted a horse from the left.
And I know you really needed to know that, huh?
BIRTHDAYS: July 9 — Curt Dover. July 12 — Harris Smith; July 13 — Brian Higgins and James McCarty; July 14 — William Hafley.
Fromthe heart, a happy birthday Thursday to the blonde, Naomi Agnes Vice Smith. She’s special and worth every box of candy and roses I’ve spent on her. And still a looker ...
George Smith can be reached at 256-239-5286 or email: email@example.com.