Friday, September 18, 2009

Vintage Automobiles Are The Craze . . .

I simply love looking at old cars and trucks from the earlier half of the last century. Or even from the 50s and 60s. Car shows are always a lot of fun when I get to stick my head inside a vintage automobile that has been taken such wonderful care of and/or refurbished by its owner. Just like with movies and TV shows that take place in a time many, many, many years and decades ago. The production crews on those films bring together vintage cars and trucks and motorcycles from whatever era the movie is supposed to represent. Picture in your mind Ryan O'Neil and his young daughter Tatum in the film "Paper Moon," Warren Beatty, Faye Dunaway and Gene Hackman stealing a variety of vintage cars from the 1930s in "Bonnie And Clyde," and many old automobiles from the early decades of the America depicted in Frances Ford Coppola's first two "Godfather" movies. That is what I think of when I look at these old photos from my family picture collections. I wonder what it would have been like to have lived during that time. I have no idea who the little girl is in the picture above. I assume she is related to me somehow but could not swear to it. That's a classic old car in the photo though, isn't it? And I love that old car pictured below. That is my wife's parents, Dorothy and Omer Hall, in a photo taken in 1945. I assume that was my father-in-law's car that he drove shortly after he got out of the military at the conclusion of World War II. But, again, I really have no way of knowing. There is absolutely nothing written on the back of the photo. But, pictured in this blog entry, are several vintage cars from the Gupton's and Hall's family photo collections for your viewing pleasure. And, oh yea, in the photo at left near the top of this blog, that's me around 1959 or maybe 1960 at my family's home in Markham, Texas, shown driving my very first car. What a great Christmas that was!
Can anyone viewing my blog enlighten me as to what kind of cars these are in the three lower photos? Are they Model T's or Model A's? I assume they are Fords. They are from my grandparents, S.M. and Eula Gupton's photo collection, and none of these pictures were labeled or identified in anyway. I can still remember my mother telling me decades ago that she wanted to sit down one day and write on the backs of all of her photos so future generations of Guptons and Gieslers would know who each person was in all of their old pictures. But now she and my father have both joined their parents in the Hereafter . . . and still none of those old photos have been labeled. If any of my relatives viewing this blog can tell me who the people are in the photos and/or who the vintage automobiles belonged to, I encourage you to do so. You can either add a comment at the bottom of this blog or notify me by email or the next time we see each other.
The picture below was taken in 1949 of my father, Rex Gupton, washing his car in the early days of his marriage to my mother. The same car may be one of the two in the background in the photo above of my uncle, S.D. Gupton, my Dad's youngest brother, photographed trimming the limbs in the backyard on one of his parents' trees. The photos of my father and his brother S.D. were more than likely taken the same day because both photos have "September, 1949" printed on the back. Can anyone ID these old automobiles from the 1940s?
There is a vintage automobile in the background of the photo at right. I wonder who it belonged to? This photo of my uncle, Howard Robert Giesler, was taken around 1949 or 1950 when my mother's younger brother was home on leave from the U.S. Army during the Korean War. It might have belonged to my uncle and aunt, Jack and Yvonne Broadway, since their son Randy was in several of the photos taken of my uncle "Hob" Giesler that day at his mother's home in East Columbia.
My guess is that Freeport is where the photo at left was taken. That's my cousin, Randy Broadway, when he was a little boy standing across the street from an old car whose make and model I am ignorant of. If you can identify it, comment at the bottom of this blog entry. Randy, the eldest son of my mother's older sister Yvonne Giesler Broadway, posed for this shot in the late 1940s or early 1950s.
Do any of you vintage automobile enthusiasts out there know what kind of cars are in the photos above and below? If so add a comment to the bottom of this blog entry or email me at tracyg@embarqmail.com and let me know. The summer of '46 was the setting for the above photo. That's my godfather, Kirby Anthony Fontenot, with another woman's arms draped around his shoulders as his wife (my father's only sister) Ruby Nell Gupton Fontenot stands within striking distance. My Aunt Ruby is the fifth woman from the right, standing about in the center of the picture. If any of my older family members can identify anybody else in the photo above please do so. And that's my Dad's sister and mother in the lower photo. Aunt Ruby, left, and her mother, Eula Meadows Gupton, appear to be posing in front of a Naval battleship. I love this shot of all the old cars parked in front of the battleship. The battleship picture was developed in April of 1950.
I don't know what make or year model the car in the background is in the photo above. The photo was taken in 1958 in my grandparents' backyard in West Columbia. That's me in the arms of my godmother as my big brother Cody and I pose for Mama's camera with my Dad's sister, Ruby Nell Fontenot. See, I wasn't always old, wrinkled and ugly. I started out as a cute little kid!
The first "hot rod" my big brother Cody Gupton fell head over heels in love with, according to the notes jotted down on the back of this photo by our mother Verna, at a Houston-area carnival in 1954. "Couldn't get him out of ol' No. 2," Mama wrote on the photo. She took my brother to the carnival on a visit to Bellaire with my father's sister Ruby Nell and her husband, Kirby Fontenot.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Tupac Amaru Shakur . . .

Gifted rapper, actor, dancer, poet. Taken from this life on September 13, 1996, by assassins' bullets in Las Vegas, Nevada. 2Pac was only 25 years old, the victim of a gang-affiliated hit on the Vegas strip following a Mike Tyson heavyweight fight. Thirteen years following the rapper's murder, his killer or killers have not been brought to justice.
Tupac sold more than 75 million albums and CD's and remains a popular icon of the rap and hip-hop world, more than a dozen years after his death. Today, on the anniversary of his passing, I present a small selection of 2Pac's poetry, taken from the 1999 book, "The Rose That Grew From Concrete." His talent was unbounded, a raw force that commanded attention and respect. His death was tragic, a violent homage to the power of his voice. His legacy is indomitable, remaining vibrant and alive.
The Fear in the Heart of a Man
Dedicated 2 My Heart
against an attacker I will boldly take my stand because my heart will show fear 4 no man but 4 a broken heart I run with fright scared 2 be blind in a vulnerable night I believe this fear is in every man some will acknowledge it others will fail 2 understand there is no fear in a shallow heart because shallow hearts don't fall apart but feeling hearts that truly care are fragile 2 the flow of air and if I am 2 be true then I must give my fragile heart I may receive great joy or u may return it ripped apart
Fallen Star
They could never understand what u set out 2 do instead they chose 2 ridicule u when u got weak They loved the sight of your dimming and flickering starlight How could they understand what was so intricate 2 be loved by so many, so intimate they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse This way u could not alter the course of ignorance that they have set 2 make my people forget what they have done for much 2 long 2 just forget and carry on I had loved u forever because of who u R And now I mourn our fallen star
And 2morrow
Today is filled with anger Fueled with hidden hate Scared of being outcast Afraid of common fate Today is built on tragedies which no one wants 2 face Nightmares 2 humanities and morally disgraced Tonight is filled with rage Violence in the air Children bred with ruthlessness Because no one at home cares Tonight I lay my head down But the pressure never stops gnawing at my sanity content when I am dropped But 2morrow I c change A chance 2 build anew Built on spirit, intent of heart and ideals based on truth And 2morrow I wake with second wind And strong because of pride 2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my dream alive
Life Through My Eyes
Life through my bloodshot eyes
would scare a square 2 death
poverty, murder, violence
and never a moment 2 rest
Fun and games R few
but treasured like gold 2 me
cuz I realize that I must return
2 my spot in poverty
But mock my words when I say
my heart will not exist
unless my destiny comes through
and puts an end 2 all of this
Sometimes I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry because I'm on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and I find it difficult 2 carry on
If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do u know that stops that long
to help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by
than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.
In the Depths of Solitude (Dedicated 2 Me)
I exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
Trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
CONSTANTLY yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
Never compromising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
A young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
How can I be in the depths of solitude
when there R 2 inside of me
This Duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity
What Is It That I Search 4
I know not what I search 4
But I know I have yet 2 find it,
Because it is invisible 2 the eye
My heart must search 4 it blinded.
And if by chance I find it,
Will I know my mission is achieved?
Can one come 2 conclusions,
Before the question is conceived?
Just as no one knows
what lies beyond the shore,
I will never find the answer 2
what it is that I search 4.
The Eternal Lament
From my mind 2 the depths of my soul
I yearn 2 achieve all of my goals
And all of my free time will be spent
On the 1's I miss I will lament
I am not a perfectionist
But still I seek perfection
I am not a great romantic
But yet I yearn 4 affection
Eternally my mind will produce
ways 2 put my talents 2 use
and when I'm done no matter where I've been
I'll yearn 2 do it all again.
When Ure Heart Turns Cold
When your heart turns cold
it causes your soul 2 freeze
It spreads throughout your spirit
like a ruthless feeling disease
The walls that once were down
now stand firm and tall
Safe from hate/love, pain/joy
until u feel nothing at all
When ure heart turns cold
a baby's cry means nothing
A dead corpse is trivial
Mothers neglecting children is daily
Loneliness becomes your routine friend
Death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never pleasant
if u even sleep at all
u forget ideals and turn off the reason
2 make sure the product gets sold
You don't understand how I behave
Just wait till your heart turns Cold!
GOD
when I was alone and had nothing
I asked 4 a friend 2 help me bear the
pain no one came except . . . GOD
when I needed a breath 2 rise
from my sleep no one could
help me except . . . . GOD
when all I saw was sadness
and I needed answers no one
heard me except . . . . GOD
so when I am asked who I
give my unconditional love 2
look for no other name
except . . . . . GOD!