Today’s guest post was written by Don Casada. Way over in the County of Cherokee,Where hills hold fast and the waters run free,There lived a man named Jacob Job,The meanest on this mundane globe. He cared for neither God nor man,Except his wild and wicked clan.He had six boys, both big and bad,Who followed right behind their dad. They drank Tusquitee Whiskey down,And painted red that Murphy town.He had six daughters, buxom gals,Who danced and capered with their pals. They…
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One very hot summer, right in the middle of dog days, we had about 17 to cook for, they were…
Last week when I shared the post about ginseng, J. Wayne Fears sent me an email. Here’s a portion of…
In southern Appalachia we’re in that weird time period between summer and fall. We’ve had a few teases of fall,…
Every once in a while I get one of the songs Pap and Paul used to do on my mind…
I got to thinking about hunting ginseng a couple of weeks ago, oh I never hunted it myself, but I…
Today’s guest post was written by J. Wayne Fears. Not all the characters that frequented the remote mountain community of…
Do you like ground cherries? I love them! The Deer Hunter and the girls don’t care much for them, but…
I’m into nicknames…not hard to guess since mine overtook my real name a long time ago. In case you haven’t…
A few month’s back Sheila, a Blind Pig reader, left a comment about the word flumlolly. I emailed her to…