We ate the first fresh corn of the year last night for supper. It was so good! It didn’t come…
About this time last year I shared a question with you that I received from a reader who wanted to…
Pap sitting on Granny Gazzie’s front porch Earlier this week on Pap’s birthday I shared a funny story he told…
“Summer supper at Mom-Mom’s kitchen table. A big bowl of fried whole potatoes. Little new potatoes, the skin scraped off with…
Way back in the day Pap’s uncle Frank decided to go get a load of peaches. Some of them he…
A couple of weeks ago when I was teaching at John C. Campbell Folk School I took my class on…
Letter from Almond, NC published in the Bryson City Times (July 31, 1896). “Most of our farmers are done laying…
In one of my recent language videos (go here to see it) The Deer Hunter shared that Pap always called…
I’m foolish about fried fish. Pap and Granny loved it when I was growing up and I reckon I inherited…
I’ve had Pap on my mind a lot over the last week or so. It happens every summer. Part of…