Ever got tangled up in a sawbrier? I have. I know there are scientific names like Brown Sawbriar or Woodland Sawbriar-but to me there are basically 2 kinds of briers-berry briers which are definitely worth fighting the serrated teeth for the bounty they produce and sawbriers which as far as I can tell serve no purpose other than inflicting pain.
Sawbriers seem to grow over night-by the feet. Sometimes they grow up up up till they can no longer support their weight of height and fall over. Sawbriers are sneaky too. I swear I can weed my garden one day and the next I’ll be walking through admiring my work when I’m grabbed by the sharp teeth of a 2ft high sawbrier wondering how I missed seeing it the day before.
Most everybody has heard the story of Brer Rabbit. We were also familiar with another story related to the aggravation of briers and the scratches they leave on your body. We were taught the fault of sawbriers lay with Adam and Eve-and should serve as an important reminder not to stray from the narrow way.
Maybe I’ve got too much time on my hands, but lately I’ve been thinking about sawbriers and how they could be used to symbolize the hardscrabble life that my Appalachian ancestors lived. Just when the fields are ripe and full with summer’s harvest you can walk through and be scratched by a stubborn sawbrier as a reminder trouble may be waiting just around the corner.
The same reasoning could apply to our lives today and to the lives of folks all over the world. Appalachia does not hold the reins of heartache and sorrow alone.
Those same Appalachian ancestors who endured the sawbriers of life also knew how to pull them up or at least put them on a shelf at the back of their mind and enjoy life. Sitting a spell on the front porch to watch the evening fall; hearing a tune or a song; or holding a grandbaby on their lap are all good choices for taking those ornery sawbriers off your mind at the end of a long day.
Earlier this summer as we were weeding Pap’s garden one of the girls said she couldn’t pull up a sawbrier cause it hurt too bad. I showed her how if you reach all the way down to the bottom of the brier right where it goes into the ground you can sometimes grab a hold right there and pull without getting stuck.
The dogged determination to enjoy life to the fullest is one of the traits that’s seldom listed under the typical mumbo jumbo credited to native Appalachians, but I assure you it abounds from one end of Appalachia to the other. Pap taught us from an early age to step on the sawbriers you couldn’t pull up and to look for the sunshine up above.