Aunt Bill Rambles
Law me, I’ve had the awfulest day you ever see’d. I been a-wantin’ to cook a apple pie lack my ma did fer 60 years and every year I fail. Today ain’t no different. When I’s growing up, we had a apple orchard and Ma could make the best pies. She called ’em plate pies. When the apples…
Read MoreReminiscing with a Friend 2000
It was during a Sunday afternoon nap when, what John calls our “doorbell” started ringing – actually it’s the barking of the dogs – telling us that company had arrived. A longtime friend was out making pop calls on this beautiful March Sunday afternoon and stopped by the Windy Knoll. First our conversation covered the…
Read MoreFigs are Ripe
And so it’s another fig season. We have two Brown Turkey trees and one that’s a large green variety — some of these green figs are as large as golf balls. A number of years ago a lady advertised in the Georgia Market Bulletin for figs and her ad read: “I can do without cattle and I…
Read MoreNothing’s Like it Used to Be 2012
In the last year our extended family has acquired a new husband and a new baby. Hanging Christmas stockings has been a tradition in this family for a number of years and I’ve been trying to knit new stockings for these new family members. Would you believe I cannot find good yarn? In 2001 and…
Read MoreA Dulcimer for Barter 2000
Some twenty-five years ago, when I was big into making quilts, a friend brought some quilts blocks to me and asked what she had to do to put the blocks together. Jane and Chet belonged to an Air Stream Trailer Club and ladies in the club had each made a block for the quilt. I…
Read MoreThe Panty Hose Debacle 2011
This article violates my own rule of not talking about my ailments and health. Please forgive me. Bear in mind that I’m 83 years old; and the right side of my body is in pretty good shape as far as movement is concerned, but the left side is something else. To begin with I have…
Read MoreReflections of needlework Projects 1996
As I sit here at this sewing machine the memories it brings are endless. The 401A Singer is 38 years old – it’s the last machine Singer made with metal parts. How well I remember that hot summer day when it was delivered. It had a ruffler attachment (which I had never even seen before,…
Read MoreAunt Bill Rambles
Ain’t this weather sompin’ else? I’ve see’d another sich summer as this right here on the mountain and if I rec-colleck right the year was 1936. Now I’ll have to go back a ways before I can git this story told. In 1936 times wuz hard on Sand Mountain and two fellers from here went…
Read MoreA View from the Front Porch 1994
It’s a perfect morning to sit on the front porch and let the rest of the world go by. I’ve learned to look over the many jobs that need doing and just enjoy the better things. (I wish) The hummingbirds are out in force. As several vie for positions at the feeder, hanging at the…
Read MoreMilkin’ and Churnin’ 2006
Milk still comes from the same place it always has, but oh the difference in the way we get our milk here on this part of Sand Mountain. Now we can go to the market and buy 2%, whole, cream, half and half or buttermilk whereas in days of yore we couldn’t do that. Milking was…
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