Spring has surely arrived in Brasstown. I know there’ll be a few more cold spells before the heat of summer arrives to stay, but Spring is abounding every where you look in Wilson Holler and on down through the settlement of Brasstown. There’s more fruit trees than you count in full bloom, including my own two apple trees. Granny’s yellow rose is a riot of color spilling over onto her back porch and into the yard. The second flush of…
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Granny has been anxious to get her garden plowed and her spring veggies planted. Over the weekend we managed to…
Granny Granny was a picky child and wouldn’t harldy eat nothing. She wouldn’t even eat egg whites, only the yolks.…
Granny and her first great grand baby Margaret Granny is 79 years young today. As always, she’s made her own…
Pap and Granny – Wilson Holler 1964 On my recent post Slipping Off, Shirl left a comment about slipping off…
Yellow root When Granny was a girl getting wood was a never ending chore. Her brothers had an old wheelbarrow…
Granny and her mother Gazzie While Granny and I were planning our Thanksgiving dinner I asked her about what her…
“Being fair-skinned and blond, I freckled easily in the summer sun. I tried everything that was purported to be a…
Granny, her mother Gazzie, and her nephew Winston More than a few folks in Granny’s family left the mountains of…
The Deer Hunter enjoying a slice of watermelon I love watermelon. I always have, I mean what’s not to love?…