Scoop Biggers: January 2015

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

"Just the Facts Mam"

The Nankipooh Enquirer

"Covers the South like Sorghum Syrup"

P. O. Box 1849

Nankipooh, Georgia

Editor in Chief: Colonel Bascomb Biggers

Ace Reporter : Scoop Biggers

bascombbiggers@bellsouth.net

"Just the facts, Mam"

Just in case you didn't know...

I am not running for President of the United States of America.

My name is Norman Biggers Bentley

My father's name was James Henry Bentley

His father's name was James Harrison Bentley

My mother's name was Elizabeth Biggers Bentley

Her father's name was James Norman Biggers

His father's name was Bascomb Biggers

My Great Grandfather, Bascomb Biggers of Nankipooh, Georgia is running for President of the United States of America.

Thank you,

Norman Biggers Bentley

(My cousin Scoop Biggers, of The Nankipooh Enquirer is running Bascomb's campaign, and below is some information about Bascomb)

from Bascomb...

"During my lifetime I saw a lot of American history, including the Civil War, which was about as bad as it ever got in this country. It looks like now though, that we are in some pretty hard times again, and I just can't hold my tongue any longer.

Here are a few things that remind me that no matter how hard times get, we are still lucky, and mighty beholden to the good Lord for looking out for us. When people ask me how I am, I say, "Better than I deserve, but not as good as I wanna be!" Which a reminder to me that we all owe everything to the good Lord! But here are a few of those good things that I mentioned.

1. Hearing the bell ring to come in for dinner, after being out in the field since sun up.

2. A cold dipper full of well water, after six hours out in the hot July Georgia sun.

3. The sound of caddie-dids up in the trees at sundown.

4. Watching the lightening bugs after dark.

5. Hearing that old bull frog down by the mill pond late in the evening.

6. Waking up in the morning when the rooster crows, and knowing there are fresh eggs, and homemade biscuits for breakfast.

7. Walking out to the fields with the fresh scent of Georgia pine in my nose.

Something I ain't never liked is a politician standing on a tree stump and making promise for votes that you know he ain't never going to keep.

Vote for me, I promise not to steal or lie, near as much as the other guy!

Here is a little piece I wrote awhile back about what I think about the state of politics in the good old USA today.

"Well a lot of folks have been asking me what the difference is between the Skunks (Republicans) and the Polecats ( Democrats), and I can tell you that about the only difference is the way they want to spend the money that they steal from you, Other than that, they both stink, and all they want to do is argue with one another, and the never get anything done.

It reminds me of a fishing trip I took a few years ago, when me and Clem Patterson was fishing up on the Standing Boy Creek near Mulberry Grove. Well you see me and Clem had a bet going as to who was going to catch the most fish that day, with the winner getting a bucket of beer from the other one. By five o'clock I had done caught seventeen Bluegill to his four, but he just wouldn't give up. So he says, "I will go you double or noting, that I catch a bigger fish than you before six o'clock". Well right after that I caught a Bluegill that must have weighed a pound and a half, which was a really big one for that little creek. But old Clem he just wouldn't give up, and then about five minutes till six, he got a bite that just about pulled his cane pole right out of his hands. "I got you now Bascomb', he says as he struggles to land that mighty fish. Well, he finally drug it up on the bank, and it turns out that it wasn't a fish at all, but instead it was a big old three or four pound snapping turtle. Of course, Clem claimed that it counted even though it wasn't a fish, and I argued that we was fishing, not turtling, and so nobody got any beer that day, and me and old Clem have been arguing about that day ever since.

That's kinda what the next election seems to be all about, with nobody being able to agree as to what the contest is really about, except they all want to win, and get a taste of your money. The truth is though, that the election should be about fixing what's broke about our country, and most of the money should go towards that, and that's just what old Bascomb wants to do We got some serious business to take care of, so we better get to doing it, instead of arguing about who gets to count the money!

Bascomb Biggers

https://www.facebook.com/bascombbiggers

bascombbiggers@bellsouth.net

This article can be viewed at the blogsites :

http://scoopbiggers.blogspot.com/

http://thenankipoohenquirer.blogspot.com/

online at: http://cumminghome.com/

The Nankipooh Enquirer also can be found on AOL Patch sites in:Dunwoody, Oconee and others;

http://oconeepatch.com

Bascomb Biggers for President "Make "Real Value" the National Objective!"

PLATFORM PLANK #9-Make Fried Catfish the National Dinner

Monday, January 12, 2015

Grandma's Homemade Apple Turnovers

The Nankipooh Enquirer

"Covers the South like Sorghum Syrup"

P. O. Box 1849

Nankipooh, Georgia

Editor in Chief: Colonel Bascomb Biggers

Ace Reporter : Scoop Biggers

bascombbiggers@bellsouth.net

"Grandma's Homemade Apple Turnovers"

My Grandma made the best apple turnovers in all of Nankipooh, and for that matter, Muscogee County and the whole dad gummed state as well! Now as the old-time famous actor Walter Brennen used to say, "no brag, just fact". Bessie Lee Livingston was born in 1887 in Nankipooh, Georgia in her father's house on the Livingston farm located on the east side of the road which traveled north from Columbus to Hamilton, and beyond to Atlanta. Known as the Hamilton Road, it closely followed the tracks of the Central of Georgia Railroad between Columbus and Atlanta.

To the south of the Livingston farm was the Adams farm, and on the west side of the road, were the farms belonging to the Moon and the Biggers families. Most of these properties dated back to the period before the Civil War, and a couple were established around the time of the beginning of Columbus in1824. Bessie Lee was born two years after the birth of a son across the road at the Biggers farm, whose father, Bascom Biggers, named James Norman. Eighteen years later, these two babies would become man and wife. Bascomb liked the name James ,since his father's name was James Joseph Walton Biggers. As a matter of fact, Bascomb liked the name James so much, that he later named his fourth son James Walton Biggers, who would be the last and youngest of his children.

Nankipooh was about five miles north of Columbus, which was a little bit of a ride in a wagon pulled by a team of mules, so it is understandable that if was its own little community. The Livingstons and the Biggers knew each other quite well with four boys and four girls at the Biggers farm, and four girls and three boys at the Livingston farm across the road. It was no surprise when twenty year old Norman, and eighteen year old Bessie Lee were married in 1905. They would be married for nearly seventy years.

Farm life was hard in those days, and farm families had to do most things for themselves, which including raising crops for sale, as well as for food for their own table. The Bigger's farm in addition to the field crops, also had a peach tree, several plum trees, a pear tree, a fig tree, several pecan trees, and my most favorite, two apple trees. Those were my favorite because closely tied to those apple trees were my Grandma's homemade apple turnovers. Grandma baked her turnovers in the oven and they came out soft and slightly browned, and had the sweet of smell brown sugar and cinnamon.

One fall we began to notice that we weren't getting as many apples as usual, and couldn't figure out why, until one day Grandpa Biggers walked out on the back porch and saw three young boys up in one of the apple trees stuffing their pockets full of apples. He went back in the house and got his shotgun, and came out again and stepped out into the backyard. The apple trees were about fifty yards away from the house and the boys saw him coming, and started scrambling down out of the tree. He hollered at them and they began to running, so he fired two shots up in the air, and they are probably still running yet. And, you know what? We always had plenty of apples after that, and I had plenty of Grandma's apple turnovers.

Scoop Biggers

https://www.facebook.com/bascombbiggers

This article can be viewed at the blogsite :

http://thenankipoohenquirer.blogspot.com/

Online at:

http://cumminghome.com/

The Nankipooh Enquirer also can be found on AOL Patch sites: Dunwoody and Oconee and others

http://oconeepatch.com

(If you like these articles, forward them along to others. The Nankipooh Enquirer needs all the coverage it can get!)

BASCOMB BIGGERS FOR PRESIDENT !

PLATFORM PLANK #9-Make Fried Catfish the National Dinner

MAKE "REAL VALUE" THE NATIONAL OBJECTIVE !

Monday, January 5, 2015

Scoop Biggers: "Drag Racing in Nankipooh"

The Nankipooh Enquirer

"Covers the South like Sorghum Syrup"

P. O. Box 1849, Nankipooh, Georgia

Editor in Chief: Colonel Bascomb Biggers

Ace Reporter : Scoop Biggers

bascombbiggers@bellsouth.net

A lot of time was spent around Nankipooh in the old days pulling Cokes and swapping yarns. For those of you who don't know what pulling Cokes is, it is a little gambling game involving coke machines and the old green glass Coke bottles. Two guys pull a couple of Cokes out of the machine and whoever has a bottle from the farthest away Coke bottling plant wins, and the other guy has to pay for his Coke. We spent a lot of hot summer days doing this and telling stories, some of which were true.

Now one story my cousin Norman Biggers used to tell, was about the big drag race between Kenney and Mickey up on the old Smith Road off of the Fortson Road, a couple of miles north of the Nankipooh school. Mickey was driving his '55 Chevy and Kenney was driving his dad's '64 Impala. Carney was riding with Kenney and Norman was in the '55 with Mickey. They all went up on the old Smith Road and had a couple of races with the Impala coming out on top. There was something a little strange about the '55 though. The gas pedal didn't work because there was a problem with the linkage to the carburetor, so Mickey had drilled a hole through the dashboard and run a steel cable into the inside of the car and wrapped it around a pair of pliers which accelerated the car when he pulled back on the pliers.

As they were headed back toward Nankipooh they were driving pretty fast with the Impala in front of the '55 and Mickey was driving right on their bumper. Just as they crested a small hill, a flat bed truck was pulling out onto the road from the right side and Kenney locked down the brakes on the '64 and Mickey couldn't stop in time, so it looked like he and Norman were going to crash into the back of the Impala. Then just at the last second Mickey swung the '55 hard to the left and into a two foot deep ditch on the other side of the road, and when he got past the '64 he went to pull back on the road and there was a car coming right at them. It was an old black 1950 Chevrolet, and the driver was Norman's Great Aunt Helen Rogers, who looked like she was having a heart attack when she saw the green and white '55 coming right at her. Mickey just stayed in the ditch with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand pulling back hard on that pair of pliers, right on past Aunt Helen and back on the road.

Now Norman swears that this is a true story, and that he was so scared, that he saw God that day, and thought he was a goner for sure. Of course you can't believe all the yarns told around the Coke box down at the Biggers Grocery. Just like the one that Grandpa Biggers told about him and his fishing buddy Boudreaux...well that had better be saved for another day.