Photo of Kenny Mount's great grandpa unearthed! Full story on the way! - By N.L. Belardes
Image of Joad "Tractor" Mount circa 1933
To think the talented front man of The Filthies came from an Irish potato farmer
Full report on the way...
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Friday, January 12, 2007.
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Mmmm... Kenny's Grandpa Joad was hot! Can't wait to hear the story...
Not to rain on the parade, but I don't think they had them foam, sound proofing panels, to hang on their walls back in them days.
Heath
No Heath, that's a vent outside the Rescue Mission bread line. Mr. Mount wasn't allowed indoors on account that he was half Irish and half Peruvian Welsh
ooooh I remember the bread lines and the cheese. Yummy. Best cheese I've ever had was the government cheese. :)
From what I understand doing research on this photo, there wasn't any cheese that day, just shoe leather.
Note discovered: Arkansas, 1935, Letter to Uncle Mount from Tractor Joad:
I built my first piece of ferkniture taday. A been bag. I Gutherd exactically 27 jars a acorns and old ball bearins and put those in dog hides. Then I takes the filled up hides and cover them all in leafs and grandma's jelly tar. A coat of roadkill mice makes for a soft shell coverin. Makes a fine bed. We sold three to the Depp family. They say grandma's jelly tar twould mae a nice haire supppliment.
We goin a start buildin' more been bags next week as soon as we can find some more dogs.
love ya and miss ya cigarettes,
Tracter, i mean traktor
Asnother amazing letter:
Love Letter to bad Luck Beulah, 1936, Arkansak River
Beulah. I know I been bad. I done killed all the dogs in Little Rock for mah been bag fernikture sture. But it’s a goin’ well. Wee ar finding rakkoons an they made good soup and their hides can hold almost as many marbles as cousin Harnimiah’s beer sak bladder. An I ahm so sorry to hear bout yer mishap.
Jes want you ta knowed. I love u more now that u have one less day on this gods big green and earth, and one fewer eye. Do youse know what that means? Ya can see all the man I am. Bettr one than two. No foolin. Sorry yer bruthr atackted youse. And since the fernikture store started sellin’soup pups, that means no bread lines. You can live like a charm. Ye mah Bessie buelah charm.
An I ain’t got a care that you’re sassy, big, or that youse hate cheese and papa Joad’s nervous bed-wetting brother. He ain’t nuthin but a scoundrel and rakkoon lover. He got caught out back anyhow an I promised not to repeat what I’da seen.
Beulah, listin. let’s run away to the back of the store. I got a hart shapen been bag. And we can take it home on thu trolley.
Love u all the way around,
Truckter
Then explain to me, the whole lot of "R-kansas verbage" in these letters... shouldn't there be a few ay's and lassie's
and walloping's, in there... I'm pretty sure this is just a hoax.
The only Perversian Welsh I see in this picture, is the... Oh ferget it.
Heath
Mississippi Delta Queen archives, 1936, unsent letter to Tractor Mount from Pit Boss:
Dear Tractor,
It’s come to my attention that you are in love with my dear Beulah. Let me just make clear, that in no way is my sugar plum daughter to marry the likes of you. Beulah is on her way right now to the Riverboat Queen to start a new singing engagement. She's left Arkansas for good.
My baby has been handpicked from more than 1000 big-boned church-reared Baptists for this honor. She will be paired up with Doc Gatsby, the best crooner this side of the river. Unless your lousy furniture is going to turn into an empire of oil, I’d just as soon send my baby girl into a catfish pen than marry you. And leave her poor eye out of this mess. The truth be told your just after mounds of pleasure as is apparent in your over-sized obsession for bean bags.
Beulah's Father
I call bullshit
rickey
Rickey how dare you.
I'm not sure if I have any Irish blood pumpin', but I do love the music.
Here is a great one!(sorry for the cheesey-toned version, I was in a hurry):
http://www.ireland-information.com/irishmusic/cliffsofdoneen.shtml
We're playing with Kenny and his adored Filthies next Friday, and I aim to pull the plug on this whole episode.
OK Heath, you got me. I took that photo last night at The Filthies practice. And yes, I am Beulah and the voice of Tractor. You got me...
But be prepared for my big review of the Filthies new album, Your Turn!!! Woo!
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