My Bride aka Joyce of 49 years has been by my side participating in
my small business adventurers, hunting, trapping, fishing, camping, etc.,
and is a very wonderful "soul"
mate, wife and mother of our three children and my best friend. The
older one gets or at least speaking for myself, I do go back in time
reflecting on things that have stuck in my memory bank and will share some
of those with you in hope that you can visualize the events and just maybe
get a grin to come forth as well.
I worked second shift with the North
Carolina Department of Correction for seven (7) years and during that time
all three of our children were in school and we both had free time until
around 1:00 PM each work day and my bride and myself fished, hunted and
trapped on Blewett Falls Lake, Pee Dee River in Anson County, NC. during the
cold winter months. As I vividly remember, my bride went with me
to check a trap line during late December or January in the early 1980s with
the temperature below freezing. The boat ride up river took about 20
minutes in a 16 foot modified vee John boat propelled by a Mercury 50HP
outboard motor running at full throttle and the wind chill was horrendous to
say the least. It felt like your eyeballs would freeze and even with
several layers of clothing, it was nearly impossible to stay comfortable but
somehow we endured. We got to our designation and started
checking a few traps and the trapping set was for bobcats. My traps
were set on a very steep narrow ledge with a heavily used trail and the
embankment leading up to the ledge was an almost vertical red clay bank
slopping down to the waters edge. I think I told my bride to stay put
but not sure on that exact detail and I cut the boat motor off and drifted
to the bank and stepped out onto the narrow ledge. I walked maybe
several yards when all of a sudden I heard some type of sound which didn't
sound human and quickly turned to face the sound! I saw my bride
trying to grip the red clay bank with her fingers digging (clawing) in as
she was slowly sliding down into the ice cold water below. I hurriedly
got to her and pulled her from the icy water of which she was wet from heat
to toe. As stated, we were at least 20 minutes from the boat landing,
no heat source on the boat or extra dry clothes and I headed back down the
river and within a few minutes my brides teeth were loudly chattering with
hyperthermia setting in. By the time we got back to the landing and
loaded the boat onto the trailer, my bride was shaking badly and it took
forever for the 1964 Chevy to warm up and that still didn't help get her
warm. Upon arriving home and with warm dry clothes on, it took most of
the day before she actually felt warm again. I asked her to detail
what happened and she said she wanted to get out onto the bank but when she
stepped off the front of the the boat, it immediately went backwards away
from the bank and she was left with one foot on the narrow ledge and no
place to go but straight down the embankment into the freezing water and
tried to claw herself out but it didn't work. To this day, I have
never heard that type of sound she emitted before and there were "claw"
marks from her fingers in the red clay bank.....well, grin if you must!
Pix below of my bride taken while I was still in the US Navy. Still
get erratic heart beats just from viewing and posting this pix....grin if
Sometime in 1969 while working for the North Carolina Telephone Company
in Wadesboro, NC my Brother Allen and first cousin Johnny Ray Coley
(deceased) and myself got arrested by Stewart Armfield (deceased) Game
Warden in Union County for attempting to illegally take deer at night with
firearms and auxiliary light source. To make a long story short,
we were found not guilty by Judge
Fetzer Mills as the Game Wardens gave conflicting information on stand and Judge
Mills dismissed the case. Judge Mills did tell us, "Boys if
you bring anything like this in the court room again, bring your tooth
brushes with you because you are going up river for a while"; might not be
his exact words but the meaning is the same and we certainly didn't forget
it either. All I am going to say is, we
practiced our testimony better than the Game Wardens....grin if you must!
Since Stewart Armfield and his "side kick" were from Union County our local
Game Warden Ralph Griffin (deceased) was present during the trial here in
Anson County and I guess made it his personal business to keep track on
yours truly because every time I came out of the woods, Ralph would be there
checking my hunting license and game. This went on for several hunting
seasons and I finally stopped hunting for a while because of the
harassment. Eventually, I started back hunting again and sure
enough, Ralph would be there checking my hunting license at every
My bride wanted to go squirrel hunting with me near Savannah Church in
Lilesville so I told her I would get her a county hunting license of which I
did. My bride had the above pistol (revolver) on her side and also
carried a .22 cal. rifle and I believe I had a shotgun with me. We
killed at least one squirrel that morning and when we exited the woods, I handed
the squirrel and shotgun to her to safely get through the barbed wire fence
and we started walking across the pasture and guess what? Ralph Griffin
was riding by and when he saw us he slammed the brakes on his vehicle very
quickly and was grinning like a possum eating persimmons. By the time
we got ready to exit the other side of the pasture, Ralph had gotten out of
his vehicle and standing there waiting on us.
Ralph looked at my bride and had a grin that Colgate toothpaste would be
envious of and stated, "I would like to check
the young lady's hunting license please". I said. "ok"
and produced her hunting license and his mouth dropped open as wide and deep
as the Grand Canyon.....he stuttered and mumbled something with a little
sarcasm in his voice and asked me if she was my wife. Apparently, he
didn't look at the hunting license that well with her full name and address
on it! I think my grin could easily match his prior grin
which added insult to injury.
My bride and myself enjoyed a humongous laugh after Ralph got into his vehicle
I told my hunting buddies about the incident and less than a week later
we were at the Hub Restaurant here in Wadesboro, NC having lunch when
the Game Wardens including Ralph Griffin were present and my buddies
harassed him heavily saying, "I would like to check the young lady's hunting
license please" and all except the Game Wardens would burst out into a a
loud roar laughing at the top of their lungs. I believe that broke Ralph from
"sucking eggs" since I don't
remember him checking my hunting license after that. My bride has
definitely not forgotten that incident to this day!
You might wonder, how my bride earned the name,
Pistol Packing Momma? When my bride and myself would
go hunting or just rambling and scouting, etc., she normally would wear the
.22 Magnum caliber pistol (actually a revolver) and a large Buck hunting knife on
the opposite side of the belt and I would usually take a rifle or shotgun.
As I recall, we were returning from squirrel hunting and stopped at a small
store near Goodwin's ole store in Lilesville, NC at the intersection of
Ingram Mountain Road and Stanback Ferry Road, I told my bride to wait
in the car as I went inside to get us a snack and a soft drink.
While paying for the items purchased, the store owner's mouth dropped wide open,
horrified looking eyes and I wondered what in the world had happened as he
was looking intently toward the front door of his place! I turned and
looked and low and behold there standing in the doorway was my bride with the
side arm on and 8 inch length Buck knife and I guess he had never seen a
woman with a pistol and knife on before. I think I told my bride to go
back out of the store with the pistol on and the store owner was still
shaking a little when he counted back change to me. My bride said she
could not figure out why everyone in the store was looking at her so shocked
including myself! My bride and myself almost tore a gut loose from
laughing so hard when I got back into the car recalling the horrified look on the
store keepers face....go ahead and grin if you must!
Also, during our many years of camping on Blewett Falls Lake, my bride
would wear one of my Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum model 686 revolvers that I
kept loaded with shot shell pellets for snakes, etc. which did draw some
looks from passing by boaters. Of course her beautiful body had much
more eye appeal that the Smith & Wesson side arm for sure! Grin if you
Above pix taken after our youngest Daughter Lisa was born.
GOING FURTHER BACK IN TIME
I have known my bride since the 6th grade in school, 1957 when their family
relocated to Wadesboro from Belmont, NC. I still remember the yellow
dress that she had on when they came to the Wadesboro Church of God on
August 11, 1957.
She was real tanned from the sun and had long braided pig tails....must have
been love at first sight. A pix of my future bride and her twin brother Boyce
taken in May, 1962:
It was during the 11th or 12th grade (1963 or 1964) in one of the Wadesboro High School
classes that my bride to be wore a pink wrap around skirt and somehow the
button that held it together down the side came loose exposing the most
beautiful left leg and luscious thigh area that I had ever seen. I still have some
carnal thoughts and images embedded in my brain today......grin if you must!
Joyce was totally unaware that her skirt was open exposing that wonderful
view! She said she remembers me asking her when was she going to wear
that pink skirt again and it was after we married that I confessed to why I
was asking about that particular pink skirt. The innocence and not so
innocence of youth! UPDATED: 07-22-16.
Below a pix of my future bride on the right in photo taken in 1957, the year I
met my bride to be:
I had a good normal interest in the young ladies while I was in lower
school grades but as I got older I was into hunting, fishing and trapping
during my teenage years and my bride and myself never really went on any
dates but attended several Church functions and outings.
Below is a picture of one of our Church class trips to Morrow Mountain
State Park back around 1960.......just a guess at the date but it is pretty
In the top photo, I am the second from the right and the bottom photo,
Joyce aka my bride to be is in the front right. My bride said she
tried to get close to me during the day and it appeared I would not let her get close to
me.......like I say in the next paragraph, "I
was dumb as a fence post." That might have been a good
thing, otherwise our son William, Jr. would be in his mid 50's by now
instead of coming up on his 48ths birthday........grin if you must!
I enlisted in the US Navy
in August 1964 and after completing basic training in Great Lakes, Illinois,
I then attended a six month plus Radioman school in Bainbridge, MD. I
was then assigned to a radio relay station in Morocco, Africa and had a
few weeks of annual leave before heading to my new duty assignment.
I wrote my bride to be while in
Boot Camp and Radio School and while I was home on leave, Joyce aka my
gave me a going away party at my Grandma Coley's home and there were four or
five young ladies from our Church present. Toward the end of the party
my bride and myself somehow got alone in my old bedroom (romantic huh) of which I believe
she took the lead and I nervously showed her every award and certificate I had earned
while in the US Navy. I think I did manage up enough nerve to pat her on the shoulder
before she left and
I am sure she was at least expecting a good hug and kiss. I was
dumb as a fence post!
I am certain that was a big let down to her for sure.
We continued to write each other while I was over seas for two years and
when I returned home for a months annual leave in August of 1967 to my
Grandma Coley's home, she said that Joyce had called and wanted me to call
her when I got in and it was getting late around 10ish at night. I
called her and asked what she was doing and she said,
"Laying in her
bed about to go to sleep". I replied,
"Wait right there I will come
down and take care of you"! She said,
"Who is this?" and I said,
"Mickey" of which she could not believe it was me because of the accent I
had acquired and also shocked by my extremely bold and forward manner instead
of my prior shyness. She vividly recalls with great clarity when she saw me the next day that I was very
dark from the sunbathing on the African continent, wore skin tight pants,
pointed toe boots, hair bleached blonde from the sun and had a shirt with
the sleeves torn out and tied into a knot at the bottom of the shirt and a
scraggly looking thin mustache and beard. I must concur that the
shyness was gone and I was indeed very loud too. My Grandma Coley
stated that they sent the wrong boy back home....grin if you must!
Joyce's Dad Henry, told me while I was at their home that if I wanted to
continue to see his daughter that I needed to shave and wear some decent
clothes; e.g., long pants because I believe I had some shorts on at the
time. Henry was old school all the way and tough as a
and I definitely wanted to continue to see Joyce, therefore
I shaved the puny scraggly mustache and mangy looking beard and as
they say, "The Rest Is History."
Below a pix of my bride to be on August 19, 1965 from a portrait
taken......had to scan it and run it through PhotoShop and use the clone
stamp since it has a lot of damage due to the mounting:
Below pix of my bride to be taken in December 1963. This is one of
my "most favorite" pix of her
before we were married:
Below a pix of Joyce aka my bride in my Grandmother's kitchen
after we were married. There is an antique foot
pedal drive Singer sewing machine in the right hand side of the pix too.
Below pix of my bride taken in February 1968 at our first home (apartment
in Ocean View, Virginia, part of Norfolk) while I was still in the US Navy.
She is still my bride! 06-13-15.
Another one of my favorite pixs of my bride aka Pistol Packing Momma:
I will add additional comments to this page when I have flashbacks from
the past that are rated less than PG that have produced some serious grins.
Web posted by Bill aka Mickey Porter 10-16-12.
Back in the late 1970s through out the 1980s, our family
camped each year on Blewett Falls Lake, Pee Dee
River, on the Anson County Side which encompassed doing daily chores to keep
our campsite looking top notch. During those years, my bride aka Joyce
had a favorite camping shirt that had white stars on a blue background on it
similar to the outfit that the cartoon character
Wonder Woman wore and the kids would have fun calling her Wonder Woman.
We usually had to cut back the undergrowth from the previous year and remove
anything that would present a hazard to our three kids and ourselves.
During one of our camping trips, we were removing a few dead trees using a
very small chain saw that had a 10 inch chain bar on it and also cut up much
firewood with the same saw. I remember one incident of getting ready
to cut down a hazardous looking dead tree at least 8 inches in diameter,
whereas my bride went over there pushed against the tree with one hand and the dead tree moved a little forward, then
backwards; she gave the dead tree another light push and the tree continued
to move back and forth and after a few more oscillations came crashing down
to the ground with a big bang sending a few dead limbs flying everywhere.
Our kids were in a safe zone and observed what had happened and I believe
all three of them hollered at one time, "You
are Wonder Woman". My bride said she really didn't exert
much energy at all; the dead tree was apparently about ready to fall from
its own weight at any minute. The kids continued to call her Wonder
Woman when she had that particular top/shirt on. I don't think I have
a picture on file of that particular top but will look through some ole
slides when time permits, probably after the first of the year!
To further enforce the idea to our kids that my bride was really Wonder Woman,
all of us were at our home in the back yard having fun and my bride was
hanging clothes on a clothes line (you don't see many of those anymore)
wearing that same blue shirt with the white stars and I
was horse playing with her. I ran toward her and she ducked downward and
I went over the top of her and as she raised up, she propelled me airborne
and I flipped over onto my back in a split second and got the air expelled
from my lungs totally when I landed on the hard ground thereby gasping for breath. The kids had a riot laughing at what had happened and
again, you guessed it,
at the top of their lungs! My bride said she really didn't know what
had happened but was amazed that I was lying on the ground on my back far behind
to get my breath back. Opps., I forgot, I taught Unarmed Self-Defense
Tactics for about 15 years off and on with the NC Department of Correction
and used my bride as a training partner at times. A good example of
Aikido redirecting the
force or energy of an attacker. Grin if you must! Below a
couple pixs archived from that time period:
Web published by Bill aka Mickey Porter 10-18-12 with updated pixs on
SHOPPING FOR A NEW BED
Sometime back in the middle to late 1970s, can't remember the date on
this one, we decided to replace our ole bed and upgrade to a new bedroom
suite of furniture and went to a large Factory Outlet Complex owned by Terry
Brown in Waxhaw, NC. Normally, when a man and woman enter a furniture
store, the sales person will head directly toward the woman recognizing a
possible sale of which the salesman did in this case. He introduced
himself and said something to the effect of "how can I help you" and my
bride stated, "We are looking for a bed" and the salesman said, "What
kind of bed are you looking for", and my bride promptly stated,
that want scoot around on the floor" and the salesman's mouth
dropped open and I guess mine did too because my bride looked at both of us
as to why we were looking that way! It didn't take long before I broke
out into some serious laughter and he did too. I guess we both somehow
got a different mental picture going than what my bride did because she
didn't see it funny as we did. It had to been a man type thing or
something. Anyway, we purchased a King Sized bedroom suite made by
Singer here in NC and believe me, it certainly did not and does not scoot
around on the floor. In fact, it took a couple of us just to move the
headboard and other parts being that heavy. The upright vertical posts
were at least 8 inches square near the connection between the bed frame and
tapered with a humongous sized round wooden shaped cannonball sitting atop
each corner post. Archived pix below:
Below pix of my bride and myself about that time frame. Maximum
estrogen and testosterone levels:
Web published by Bill aka Mickey Porter 06-12-13 and updated on 04-05-15.
PISTOL PACKING MOMMA BEFORE OUR MARRIAGE 1967
While looking for a few pixs of my friends Leonard and Johnnie Hogue of
Archdale, NC, I ran across some scans of early photos of my bride and myself
before we were married. I believe we were down at the beach at the
time. I got a good grin out of those pixs for sure....time really goes
by far too fast.
My bride to be has a good grin going too!
Welcome to Hollywood!
Pix of my bride to be in August 1967 not long after I returned home for
Above pix taken in January 1968, on our wedding day! I remember
that very well too!
Above pix of my bride on July 3, 1977; she was a Den Mother and Scout
Above pix of my bride taken at the Police Lodge on December 2, 1978 at
Boyce Adcock's annual Christmas party. Check out the intensity on my
brides face and also the cue ball is totally airborne.
Pix of my bride above taken on December 3, 1978....she is still as
beautiful as ever even though we are both Senior Citizens now!
Pix taken between 1975 to 1978 when I had my musical instrument repair
shop and mail order business at our home on White Store Road. Pix dated by the ole Bunn o'matic
commercial coffee maker in the far background on the hot water heater and a
Tupperware pitcher on the stove top. One of my observant friends,
Driggers of Cheraw, SC also noticed the tomatoes in the window.
The above pix taken in November 1967 (USN) in Coco Beach Fla. waiting for
Apollo 4 to launch. Seems like my chest has fallen down to my waist
since that pix was taken.......grin if you must! Somehow, my shyness
was gone after my US Navy training!
Web published updated pixs by Bill aka Mickey Porter on 06-06-15,
06-09-15, 06-13-15, 06-14-15, 02-16-16, 07-22-16 and 01-24-17.