Eddie Eddings Sings

This is my dad's recording in 1954.
Two years later, his friend, George Jones recorded it.
Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn, Ernest Tubb,
Jack Greene and Jeannie Seely also recorded it.  

Arminian Antics #76

Twilight Zone Award

I am humbled by this prestigious award and would like to thank all those involved in making Calvinistic Cartoons the semi-success that it is today. Please, everyone, stand up on your feet and look at the people around you. Now shake their hands and let them know that they are welcome in your home, anytime.

A Bit of CC History

Trouble at HQ

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the REST of the story.

The Dubai Initiative

Corky Velveeta and I traveled to Dubai to claim the Atlantis Hotel as our own. (Note the CC flag in the background.) We hope to set up another Calvinistic Cartoons base there. If we are successful we will have rooms for every blogger or blog reader to stay in, for free, when they visit. My space helmet was at the cleaners that day.

Arminian Antics #12

The OTHER Eddie Eddings

These albums, I have recently posted, are my father's. He was the original "Eddie" Eddings. He was an extremely gifted musician. He could play piano, banjo, fiddle, mandolin or guitar. I idolized him as a child. He wrote songs recorded by many country western stars including, Tammy Wynette, George Jones, Earnest Tubb, Loretta Lynn, Jack Greene and Jeannie Seely, among others. He was a talented singer as well, and had a promising career. But he was also an alcoholic and an agnostic. He mocked the faith and turned from a larger-than-life personality into a demon-possessed wife-beater. I have very few good memories of him during my childhood. But, I loved him.
My mother divorced him when I was ten. My first step-father was an atheist, the next step-father, a man by the name of Beau Deal, believed the Bible was true, although he didn't live it himself. (We actually smoked marijuana together one evening) I was a rock musician by then, and my drug of choice was LSD. God used Beau and my mother, who no longer agreed with the atheism of my former step-dad,  to point me in the right direction. One evening, I came home, after taking way too much LSD, and couldn't control my mental state. While I was being carried off by paramedics, he placed an old Bible in my hands. I, of course, couldn't read in my mind-warping condition but, the pictures I could understand. I hadn't seen that Bible since my grandmother used to tell me of the stories - using the same paintings - of Jesus and His virgin birth, sinless life, death and resurrection. I gripped that Bible and wouldn't let go as I stayed up all night in the hospital going through demonic hallucinations.
When God saved me months later, I visited my dad, who lived on the north side of Houston, Texas. I gave my testimony of saving grace while I saw his visage change to a hatred that had always scared me. I was shaking, literally.
Years passed, and as I grew in the Lord, I was no longer afraid of him. I witnessed to him many times after that, as did others. As far as I know, he remained an agnostic till the day he died.
I spoke at his funeral and shared the Gospel with everyone there. I could see many country western musicians who attended who had the same problems.
His music is now being found on several CD's and rockabilly blogs. I just wanted to share a little about his life. I wasn't there the day he died. I visited him a few days before and shared the Gospel for the final time. I do miss him.

Real Records You May Have Missed #33

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Bonus Record Discovery

Just found THIS this morning.

You can enlarge the CD with a much clearer view
when you arrive at the site.

Arminian Antics #9

Finney Finney

Would appreciate any prayers you can afford for my wife, daughter, granddaughter (and me) as we travel to the States. You won't miss a day of CC because I have pre-scheduled everything up tll mid-August. I will be reading and commenting while in the States. (I just won't be able to Photoshop for a while - and believe me, that is painful). The summer's in Kuwait are extremely hot. So Colorado and Texas will be a cool breeze and a much needed quality time for us. Thank you for your comments (in advance) and don't forget to floss while I'm gone!

Now I'm a Street Therapist

An old friend, from my days in Houston, wrote me a while back. We had done quite a few projects together. A comic strip, a radio show, a TV comedy show, a worm farming project (no joke) among other things. To my surprise, he has written a humorous novel (it's been compared to Dave Barry's work) and included me in it. Here is his letter to me:

Dave or Eddie - however you refer to yourself nowadays,
Open the Door, Richard is my first novel & it’s available at Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com & all the major internet book sites for $9.95. I have two more coming out (all are humorous fiction)—one in December & another in 2010). The first one is about me growing up in the fifties & sixties. I tell the individual stories to a series of court-appointed therapists after being convicted for road rage. Street therapist Dave Eddings (a rock ‘n roll guitarist/ex-biker and two-time ex-con), my fourth therapist, hears one too many of my life stories tries to prove that he can fly and jumps out of the window from eleven stories up. (It turns out that he can’t.) But don’t worry. If I have time before the Rapture to write a sequel, I plan to introduce Dave’s twin brother, Eddie Eddings.
I read your blog, too. How long have you been doing it & are you doing any other projects? At the moment, I’m writing either a comic strip or a cartoon book (I’ve written close to six months worth of material) called In Search of Global Warming. I was planning to use one of the artists who did my book covers ( the publisher does comic books, too), but if you’d be interested, let me know. If not, get in touch with me anyway. I’d love to hear from you.
Rick

I haven't bought a copy yet, but when I get to the states (in about 4 days) I will look for it. Hope he was kind...my life has always been based on a true story.

Cotton Adams Journal beginning soon

Stay tuned for further developments in this new series. This was a great surprise to me. With it comes great responsibility to post his writings. My great-great-great-(etc.) grandfather, T. Bone Eddings, had buried a time capsule, in the form of a metal box, on his farm in West Virginia, where Cotton Adams passed away. Cotton gave T. Bone his journal and asked him to bury it by the tree shaped like George Whitefield's left arm. I was given the box, containing his journal, on the anniversary of my appendectomy. I hope to share some of the entries with those who care...and those who don't.