The Bright Sunny Side
“When I’m gone don’t worry none about me. When you see the sun shining behind the clouds you’ll know that’s…
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Pap’s Birthday
Pap would have been 83 years old to day. I’ve had him on my mind a lot lately. Mostly wishing…
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Our Locust Tree
The Deer Hunter and I were taking a rest underneath the Apple tree the other day. As we set enjoying…
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Grandaddies
I keep finding granddaddies crawling around in the kitchen. This time of the year they congregate on the front porch…
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Putting up Food
The time for putting up food has arrived. We spent Saturday afternoon in the kitchen doing just that. From here…
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In God’s Eyes
Today’s post was written by Paul. Most weekends, I practice music with the Pressley Girls (aka Chitter and Chatter). Often,…
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In Praise of Porches
After reading Garland Davis’s recent guest post about porches Jim Casada sent me the following piece he wrote a few…
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The Satisfaction of Work
Recently there was a full day of outside work that needed doing and since we take care of Granny’s garden…
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It’s Lay By Time at the Blind Pig House
Lay by verb phrase To leave a crop to mature after hoeing it for a final time late in the…
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I Love to Crochet
Today’s post was written by Chatter. From a young age, I loved anything fiber. Yarn, fabric, clothes, if it was…
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Reflections Part Six
Today’s post is the final piece in a series written by Ron Stephens about his father-in-law Harvey E. Corder and…
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Pickling More than Cucumbers
To many a mountain woman who grew up at a time when the kitchen stove occupied most of her 16-hour-long…
