Today I choose poetry in translation that will be read 3 times on the 20th and 21 st of December in a house concert in Antwerp. It are all Native American authors: Several from 'Met Rode Inkt', MariJo Moore's 'Woestijnwoorden' and two by Sherman Alexie not yet published. As always labour of love, now coupled to an exhibtion of Tony Mafia's work ( see Tonymafia the painter.blogspot.com ) and there will be a bunch of musicans improvising and playing. I'll have to learn to improvise the reading… Continue
Added by Tumbleweed on December 3, 2008 at 2:07pm —
Pork was the primary source of meat for folks in Appalachia up until the 1950s-60s. Most every family had 2 or 3 hogs and usually in late November or early December when the weather had turned off cold the hogs were readied for slaughter.
Pap's father, Wade, was known as a "good hog butcher" around our area. He was called to various homes and farms throughout the hog killing season. For… Continue
Added by Tipper on December 3, 2008 at 1:00pm —
When I first came up with the idea for my debut novel (IVORY JOINS THE REAPING WORLD WIND or WHO CAUSED THE BEST END OF EARTH EVER?), I wanted to write it as a screenplay for a motion picture.
But, alas, I know nothing about that art, so I figured through a novel, I could work out all the angles of film composition and pre-vis, as well as characters, settings and the drama of it all.
Through the process, I was able to also work out visualization of the story by way of illustrations,… Continue
Added by HOLLIS WILLIAMS on November 27, 2008 at 5:03pm —
Throughout the passage of time-man has created trash in one form or another. Before the days of dumpsters, landfills, and recycling centers people accumulated trash and were faced with disposing it. Many items were burned, many more were dumped in an area that became the family dump.
Searching through old dumps is one of our favorite pastimes. The girls and I feel like true treasure… Continue
Added by Tipper on November 20, 2008 at 11:30am —
Over the weekend I experienced total paralyzing fear simultaneously with uncontainable excitement and joy. Carolina Crafting
contacted me several months ago-they were interested in doing a pod-cast show casing my folkart and featuring Paul's music. After months of planning it all came together this weekend.…
Added by Tipper on November 18, 2008 at 11:38am —
Lately the weather in Southern Appalachia has been spectacular. Cool crisp mornings-warm sunny afternoons. The sort of weather that beckons for a hike. One recent morning, the girls and I heeded the call.
We walked under a canopy of fall colors.
Along the way we: Explored an old barn,…
Added by Tipper on November 13, 2008 at 12:01pm —
O Danny Boy is one of the most well known and beloved Irish Songs. It's what folks refer to as an "old standard". O Danny Boy is popular world wide-sung by famous vocalists as well as around the family piano-or guitar in my case.
As I researched the old song I discovered some interesting facts:
* While the tune is indeed Irish-the words were written in England
* There are varying opinions about the origin of the… Continue
Added by Tipper on November 9, 2008 at 11:30am —
Each summer I can applesauce, apple butter, and apple jelly. This year I decided to give drying apples a try.
The easiest way by far is too use a food dehydrator-but I wanted to use the old simple way of drying the apples in the sun.
I lined my pans with parchment paper and covered my slices with cheese cloth-to keep the bugs off. It took several days (I took them in at night)… Continue
Added by Tipper on November 6, 2008 at 11:22am —
I recently came across some old vocabulary quizzes from an Appalachian Course I took in college, and thought it would be fun to test you as well!
10. aye gonnies
1. addled-crazy, dizzy, or dazed "After falling out of the tree, the boy was… Continue
Added by Tipper on November 4, 2008 at 10:19am —
When I visit graveyards I look for old headstones-and wonder about the folks who lie beneath them-what their lives were like compared to mine. Customs surrounding death have drastically changed over the last 60 years here in the mountains.
One of the first things to happen after someone died, was the tolling of the bell. The church bell would ring to notify the community someone had died.… Continue
Added by Tipper on October 30, 2008 at 10:59am —
In this season of lengthening shadows-I have 1 to share with you. It is an original poem written by my daughter Chitter. I found 2 self portraits to go along with the poem-I believe she took the photos during the same time period she wrote the poem. You can see what was on her mind.
My shadow is small in size
Perfect in disguise
Stays close behind me
So no one will see
Added by Tipper on October 26, 2008 at 5:00pm —
Are you familiar with the phenomenon of parents scaring their children? Usually this tactic is employed to prevent children from doing something parents wish they would not.
When Papaw and his brothers were small they lived by a set of deep thick woods. Whenever it rained his parents told them, the man with no head walked in the woods. Papaw said they were so scared they would shut all the windows, lock the doors, and hide under the… Continue
Added by Tipper on October 24, 2008 at 10:48am —
Added by Tipper on October 22, 2008 at 10:38am —
Numerous studies are available about fatalism in Appalachia. A few I've read, indicate the first Scotch Irish settlers of Appalachia brought their fatalistic outlook with them, then passed it on to future generations. Others infer the sometimes dim outlook of Appalachians is directly related to their isolated lives and the difficult circumstances surrounding them. I personally believe, it's a little bit of both.…
Added by Tipper on October 19, 2008 at 4:15pm —
Today is Blog Action Day 2008, the sponsored topic is Poverty. As I thought about poverty, I felt inadequate to write about the subject. I've truly lived a rich life-not in monetary ways-but in all the ways that count.
My mind was drawn back to the stories I've heard from my elders-days with one pair of shoes per year, not much food and sharing beds for warmth against cold nights-hard times that drew mountain families closer together for survival.…
Added by Tipper on October 15, 2008 at 4:00pm —
Since cooler weather has arrived in Appalachia-the girls have been enjoying one of their favorite pastimes-gomming in the mud.
All you need is-water, dirt, willing hands, and an imagination. Just look at some of their creations-
-a flower mud pate with leaf garnish,
Added by Tipper on October 14, 2008 at 11:18am —
Pap's father, Wade, was an old time Baptist Preacher (thats him above with Paul).
Pap heard him tell a story about a lad who made a small boat during one of his sermons.
The lad placed the boat in a rushing stream to see if it would float. As the wind began to blow, the boat was taken from his reach. He frantically tried to rescue… Continue
Added by Tipper on October 12, 2008 at 5:00pm —
When Pap was about 9 years old, he had a favorite hideout. (thats him above in the overalls)
Up the ridge from his house he built a lean-to. He would spend his free time there building fires and sometimes baking potatoes in the coals.
One fall moonlit night, without telling anyone, Pap slipped off after supper, headed to his… Continue
Added by Tipper on October 9, 2008 at 11:32am —
Have you ever seen the countryside
when leaves were turning red
the fields of grass the shades of brown
the trees look like their dead
the chilling winds come closer as
the sun is… Continue
Added by Tipper on October 7, 2008 at 12:11pm —
Summer has supplied a bumper crop of pears in our area. Thankfully-I had access to more than a few.
Granny's Pear Preserves recipe has been handed down through her family. I like it-because it's tasty-and so easy to make.
First peel the pears, Next quarter, slice into slivers-as big or as small as you like
Place in bowl,… Continue
Added by Tipper on October 7, 2008 at 12:00pm —