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  1. Hi Tipper, I just saw a post to you on a friend’s FB page and thought I would drop you a note. I have a large early sheet music collection and one of the pieces is titled “B-L-I-N-D Pig”. Now it may be a leap, but it seems arcane enough to think it might be related to your Blind Pig. I would love to make you a gift of it if you would like to have it. I’ll root it out today and have it ready to send if you’d like it or I can take a photo of it and send you an image of the cover. Let me know – Bob Thomas.

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  2. Hi Tipper, I just found your connection on a friend’s FB post. I have a large collection of early sheet music and in it is a piece titled “B-L-I-N-D PIG”. I would love to make a gift of it to you whether or not it has anything to do with where you got the name Blind Pig. If you’ll send a mailing address to my email address I’ll send it off to you. I live in Rabun County so we might be neighbors. Mary Christmas and Happy New Year.

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  6. Have a Merry Christmas my dear friend and a Happy and Healthy 2020!
    Since next year is 2020, will I still need my glasses?

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  9. MERRY CHRISTMAS to you and yourn. My computer died last week and is in for diagnosis and hopefully repair. Today I dug out an old one so I can at least keep up with you and others. This one doesn’t have a “touch screen” but I keep touching it anyway. Frustrating, but it still works for most of what I do. I guess it was a blessing in disguise. I’ve been reading the Appalachian Christmas book and remembering Christmases past. Much of the stories and anecdotes are familiar from my childhood. We did the “serenading” at Halloween rather than at Christmas. As a youngun I heard the older folks reminiscing but linked it to pranks for the end of October. One prank we did often was to hide behind the road bank and shoot rocks onto a neighbor’s tin roof. We used “FLIPS” that people now call slingshots. The old man would come out and shoot a couple of times and we would yell,”I’m hit!” or “We give up.”and he would go back in the house. We resumed the attack until my dad would pull up and command, “Get in the truck.” Sometimes there were 8 – 10 of us and he would take everyone home. When the old man died his youngest son had the county crew that cleaned and shaped ditches to cut down the bank. There was no place left for us to hide so he could sleep in peace. Today we would be locked in juvenile detention for that kind of stuff.

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    1. By chance did the foreman of the “county crew” carry a shotgun? They did a good job with the ditches and roadbanks, much better than tractors with mowers and bush hogs and graders with tilted blades. We need to return to those days.

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  23. Praying each and every one of the BP&A family and virtual family have a blessed Christmas and 2020. Each of you all have been a blessing to me. One reason is that you all collectively remind me of what the Lord told Elijah when he ran for his life and rested under the juniper tree; a message of consolation and hope.

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  24. Tipper,
    Merry Christmas to you and your Family and all the Commenters of Tipper’s blog, even the ones who never comment. …Ken

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  26. Merry Christmas to you all! Your gifted family is a source of joy. Only my morning prayer time comes ahead of my visit with the BPA, well ahead of any “news” from the world around us. Godspeed in 2020! Hoping to make a Pressley Girls event soon. – Bill – Montgomery, Alabama

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  32. Mary Christmas to u and your, thanks for the great blog it puts a on my face each day, pleas keep up the great work!

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