Brewer son song's

My father always called me his little boy and he used to sing" Dad's ole boy babe only boy babe dad got". Whenever he would introduce me to someone it was always this is my little boy Kenny, he did this even though I was in my 40's I am 6 ft tall and weigh 275lbs I am not very little and people would laugh as dad was only about 5ft 8.
and did not weigh but about 150Lbs.I have always said the same things to Kenny Ray.
If someone is coming over he ask me not sing Dad's ole boy babe, it embarass's him.
but I know he like's it when I do it. But he does not like it when I sing in the morning the same song that my father sang to me early in the morning.
Up in the morning and off to school, they are teaching the golden rule, and that littel girl behind won't leave you alone. ring ring goes the bell they are cooking that lunch and ready to sell. I belive it is a Chuck Berry song and it used to drive me crazy when my dad sang it to me and I know It drive Kenny Ray crazy, he will try covering up his head singing any thing to try and stop me. I wonder if Kenny Ray will sing to his children the Brewer son song's.

Letting go and Remembering the good

I was talking to a good friend a couple of day's ago.She told me how much she has enjoyed reading my blog. I thanked her and we discussed that my writing was a way of dealing with my father's death. It has bothered me alot more than I expected, my father was never a real big part of my life . My father was an abusive alcohlic.
After he and my mother divorced , I was 12. I never seen or heard from him much.
maybe once every 2 years or so no birthday, christmas not a graduation even my wedding he was alway's a no show. He came back into my life when I was 30 years old.
When Uncle Ken and I went got him in Kentucky he was homeless. He moved with Uncle Ken and pulled himself together has best he could. I watched him stay sober for 6 months to a year but would alway's go back to drinking and ocassionly fight with me or Uncle Ken. Uncle Ken and I have talked alot about and could never figure him out all we ever came up with was that he just thought different than normal people. He got mad at me one time because I would not stop and see everytime I was down in Bainbridge, but if knew he was drinking as I did not want my young son to be exposed to him in that condition as he could be very tempermental.Kenny Ray was 6 years old when I asked dad to move into the cabin. I was very concerned he was just diagnosed
with C.O.P.D. smokers diasease. The trailer he was living in after moving out of Uncle Kens was not a healthy enviroment.Those last few years were fairly good he would still drink ocassionaly but only one or two times did he go on binges, but some of those could last 3 or 4 weeks until he ran out of money. As I look back now he and I fought the last year of his life on several ocassions including Thanksgiving
and Christmas as he was mad and did come up to my house for dinner either Holiday, I regrett it terribly. About a month before He died I was at the cabin and he and was sitting on the couch together talking and he looked at me and said son I am sorry.
I asked for what , and he just said I am sorry and nothing else was said. The night he died at the hospital My sister's ,Kenny Ray and I were in the emergency room with him. It was the only time I ever thought of him as being weak and frail. I was sitting in the corner just watching them attend to him , he just kept asking to be left alone , I finally got up and went over to him and told them all to leave him alone he just wants to be left alone. I placed my and under his head the other I was trying to clean the blood as best I could. Kenny ray and my sister gathered around his bed. I asked do do you want me to remove my hand from the back of your head? He looked up at me and said no.He looked backed at my sister's and said It's time for this old man to go, I love you all , He then looked at my sisiter Lisa and said I love God to, He turned back his and said God please help me. He never sad another word as the morphine started to kick in.
Sometimes I think back even the last few years of his life Dad and I never got very close to one another because we both remembered the bad times when maybe he was embaraased and ashamed at what had happened and maybe deep down I was mad and disaapointed. I told my mom after he died that I could not come up with many good memories of dad when I was a kid and she told me there was if I would let go of the bad ones I would remember the good ones.
I wished I could of had a relationship with Dad like Kenny Ray and I have. or even just one more day of sitting on the porch and joking, laughing and making a good memory.

Appalachian American Constitution

We the people can no longer ignore the situation
The cost was high lives lost and blood shed for Representation
Our jobs-kids futures and tax dollars thrown away like a castration
The working middle class lost in frustration
As Uncle Sam enters rehabilitation
For spending money like a sailor seeking fornication
As the States start speaking of succession
The only answer for this administration
Is that congress turns in their resignation
Before the people release them after November's vote numeration
so they no longer receive anymore compensation
From Wall street-Health and bank corporations
There by releasing the people from their constipation

Song of the Whippoorwill / Wicker Bill

When ever I travel back home to Kentucky, there is such a peace that come's over me, that is indescribable.one of the things that really love is to listen the Whippoorwill sing their song. That whip-poor-will whip-poor-will is very relaxing as well as humurous. I think of a story my dad always told me when I was little. About his uncle Wicker Bill, He said now son Wicker never worked a day in his life and that his dad said the Whippoorwill sang about Uncle Wicker. They sing Wicker-Bill
Wicker-Bill won't work never will, Wicker-Bill Wicker-Bill won't work never will.
Dad said grandma would tell them to hush don't say that and they would all laugh.
I was at a funeral a few year's ago back in Campton my home town. I was sitting outside with all the other men listening and telling tales.
When someone said that working hard would make you live longer.Just as quick my uncle E.C. said "now don't give me that Uncle Wicker lived to be a 105 his brother a 109
and they never worked a day in their live''s". I think we all thought about the song of Wicker-Bill Wicker-Bill won't work never will,as we all started laughing. I though in my mind of Grandma telling us to hush.

Life long friends

Henry Patton has been my friend since the second grade. It’s a miracle that he still is, but I am glad he is. He is one of the kindest people I have ever known. Now Henry never got in trouble in school a perfect student, till one day in auto body class in our junior year. It was January and about zero outside when I locked him outside and instead of walking around he waited for the door to open. Clinton another boy in class finally opened the door about 45 minutes later, when it opened I seen it and Henry came running through the shop chasing me toward the office. He tackled me right in front of Mr. Asbury’s office door and he had been watching. He opened the door and told Henry to get up and follow him, he then reached down and grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me down the hallway into the principal office and Henry strolling behind. Mr. Whitaker asked what I did and he said I do not know but he did it to Mr. Patton. We both got a weeks in school
suspension and letter mailed to our parent’s. Henry’s dad was waiting on him to get home when the letter came in the mail. He said son what is this letter about, Henry’s reply was simple “that damn Brewer” his dad never said another word about the matter.

When I first started to drive I always usually drove junk, 4 or 5 hundred dollar cars the kind I never left the house without a toolbox. Well for about 6 months I was always need a jump start or be broke down. I would always call Henry for a jump or to come get me, he or his dad always came to help me out. That year for Christmas I received a set of jumper cables from him.
Henry stood up with me when I got married and he put aside a bottle of Jack Daniels for us to share when one had a son. It was in his house when it caught on fire.

Kenny Ray and B-25 bombers

My little boy and I went to the Air Force museum yesterday to see the B 25 bombers they flew in for the Dolittle Raiders celebration. It was very crowded, both out on the runway and in the museum itself as they had 4 surviving members there for a meet and greet as I was told. We never made it inside as we prefer to be outside and the planes were great to look at, as he even got to climb into one of them. he went into the cockpit and ft gunner area of the Yellow Rose. The crew members are all volunteer they spend their time and money working on the plane and travel to different advents around the country. One of the facts I heard the crew chief tell one of the kids was that the plane burns about 150 gallons of fuel in an hour flight.
Two of the planes are flying up to Grimes airfield in Urbana this afternoon and will
be giving rides today and tomorrow for $400.00. Kenny Ray and I usually try to visit the Museum every year as we only live about 10 minutes away. we prefer the WWII exhibits he thinks the planes are cooler and I like the nose art, we had a great afternoon

My name is Kenny Ray

Went to visit my uncle Ken Sunday afternoon and his great grandaughter was there with him. Her name is Leanna and she was a little scared of me at first but soon warmed up. She asked my name and I told her my name is Kenny,she looked at Her pappa
and said that is your name pappa. He said yes it is. she then turned to my son Kenny
Ray and sked hime his name and he said Kenny and she no that his name, and she looked at her pappa again, and he told that was true his name was Kenny also.
It was funny to see her perplexed. You see my Uncle Ken and his brother my father had a deal that they made when they were young that which ever one of them had a son
first would use the first of the brother and the father's middle name.So that is how
my name came to be Kenneth Ray. And Kenny Ray is named after both of them and me at the same time.My Uncle never had any children of his own only a step child so there never was a Porter Hurl Brewer. Maybe Kenny Ray will have two son's one Kenny Ray and a Porter Hurl. The story of how I got my name has always meant alot to me.

Ignorance is bliss

I am trying to stay away from the news as I can no longer take it !
Surely the politicians and the media do not believe the public is that stupid.
I think the only stupid ones are the ones paying attention and watching what is being done to our liberties. I have weaned myself away from the idiot box it has not been easy as I used to be one of those guys with a 100 channels. still working on my son and wife though. I am able to walk away from the news starting on Friday evening's. It is amazing how much more relaxed I am just by not paying attention to the world and just living, simple living. It's hard because I always thought it was your civil responsibility to pay attention, and to vote.But anymore all it does is anger me, that the government is just so carelessly killing the American dream right before my eyes and against the will of the people. I asked my secretary to hit me in the head if I start to look at the news on the Internet. As i now know ignorance is bliss and life is to short to be mad at something I find I can not change. I just have to place my faith in GOD. So I hope this is my last politcal post and I will try to get back to writing of Appalachian living.