“Make yourself at home. We’ll treat you so many different ways that you’re bound to like one of them.”
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Tipper
Overheard: snippets of conversation I overhear in Southern Appalachia
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Tipper,
I was a very pest as you could call me as a small child so eager to learn. This old saying came from the Indians Grandmother was reared near Indians and got a lot of info on herbs and saying as well.
One day Miss Julie invited all the neighborhood ladies to make and quilt a nice one for the orphan home. Boy did I have a field day snooping on all that was going on. Miss Julie held the quilting B as they called in Dad pout house as the grandchildren named . It was a nice two room house with a pot belly stove, a cook stove large dining room with a homemade cherry table and the quilt was hung down from the ceiling on frames in the living room,the entire quilt was lined with ladies quilting. Dad entertained the men who was there in the big house. Miss Julie had a big pot of pinto beans on the pot belly stove cooking, She had all her pies and cakes etc made in advance. I had a field day running back and forth trying to hear what I could. I was perched under the quilt with my cat Lucy listening to the ladies laugh and having a good time, but the talk got off on a not to good a topic for young listeners. I head Miss Julie say the old Indian saying, Little Pitcher has big ears and the ladies claim up and I knew it was time to go listen to the men chatter for I would not hear anymore gossip from these ladies. I opened the living room door at the big house to hear Dad say my little girl sings every song she hears on the radio and when he saw me of course he had to have me sing the song . Knoxville Girl. Mary Lou McKillip
I remember “Make yourself at home”, “Go home with me”, and “Just spend the night.”
I’ve been away and didn’t see the parched corn blog til today. We parched peanuts but I don’t remember parched corn. I was following the Lewis and Clark Trail through the Dakotas into Oregon and Washington and I remember at one of the museums they had Native American Red Corn that was parched and we could sample it. The Native Americans in that area had grown the corn. You had to let it sit in your mouth a bit to soften up and then you could chew it. Native Americans ground the dried corn into meal, made homney, and used it as a thickening agent in their cooking.
Sounds like a Redmond Reunion. LOL
God bless.
RB
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Well, they always say around here – “Make yourself at home, where you should be. ” Just kidding, of course.
Tipper,
Our Prayers and warm thoughts go out to Sheryl Paul and other friends who are dealing with the Hurricane. …Ken
Pinnacle Creek nailed it!
Gayle Larsen’s poem is “perfect” (added to my project list).
We usually say “make yourself ‘tuh’ home – no special doin’s here”. As I read it, this sounds a bit rude; but said with warm smile and a hearty handshake or hug – – well, maybe the body language is more important.
Tipper,
One of the things that stuck with me when I was talking with Pap was: “Go Home with Me!” I recon I heard this almost every time as our conversation ended. I heard that a lot from my dad when I was a kid too…Ken
I loved the ‘get down, get down’ comment! It reminds me of our MANY horse-drawn wagon trips to Church. With a dozen children and a few widow women, whom we would pick up on the way to Church, Daddy would help everyone ‘get down’ after he had tired the horses to a tree!
Eva Nell
That’s a good saying. Dad use to say, ” Y’all don’t rush off, stay and we’ll hunt up a bean to eat.” Or, “Y’all just stay the night and we’ll make you a pallet on the floor.” A saying in jest we like to use is, “Y’all come back when you can’t stay so long!”
“Make yourself at home” was the term commonly used for close friends or relatives. Growing up with numerous extended family meant you had surprise visits constantly. There was never phone calls, as many did not even own a phone. There were different age children so older learned to protect younger, and often play was exploring woods. There is no recollection of playing with toys because the mountains and hollers offered all the adventure any child could want. We would respectfully even explore old cemeteries, and actually found one nobody seemed to know about.
Tipper, your blog gives us all that same warm feeling. There are no uncomfortable political rants, and it is so refreshing to read the posts your blog encourages. When I started reading The Blind Pig, it was as if there was the unsaid “Come on in and make yourself at home.” There was that welcome feeling. Mom always accused me of “spreadin’ it on thick” when I felt really strongly about something. I guess this post makes me guilty as charged.
Mostly heard,come on in we’ll treat you just like kin.
When a v-hickle (vehicle) would stop by my papaw’s house he would say,get down,get down,come in.He was raised in the horse and wagon days. LG
When anyone asks me to watch after their child for awhile I usually say, “Don’t worry about them, I’ll mistreat them as if they were my own.”
This ia a poem that has always been on a wall in our house.
Guests
You are welcome here, be at your ease.
Go to bed when you are ready, get up when you please.
We are happy to share such as we’ve got.
The leak in the roof and the soup in the pot.
You don’t have to thank us or laugh at our jokes
Sit deep and come often.
You’re one of the folks.
I have no idea where it came from but I know it was in our house when I was a child.
It now hangs in my house.
Sounds just like Appalachian humor and hospitality. The determination to be a good host is lightened from sense of obligation by the humor as being a not so heavy burden thus not deserving of especial thanks. I love the country way of couching a favor given as being instead a favor received. And I like the implication that a respectable person will feel a sense of obligation to reciprocate unless the giver makes an effort to remove it
I don’t believe I’ve ever heard that one before!