Friday, March 29, 2013
Fast forward to age two. There is a photo of my brother and me at a child's table outside. We have empty soda bottles in front of us. Now, the REST of the story. Cokes and the like were treats at our house (along with bolonga and pork and beans!). SO, the photo was taken on a weekday...no special occasion...so therefore NO real cokes! My mother got two old soda bottles, complete with mud dobber nests inside (that she knocked loose for the photo), and sat them in front of us. She said, "Pretend you are drinking a coke". This is my earliest memory! I thought, "She's kidding, right?" However the photo tells the story. I looked as if I were enjoying a coke while my brother is crying pushing the bottle away. :)
Thursday, March 28, 2013
I was born...
Okay, so today I thought I'd blog. So I tell some friends..."I started a blog"! "You're what"? they say. So, I'm not very tech savvy, so I'm a bit old to be catching up. Okay, that's a point!
I thought I'd start to reminisce a bit for anyone who is REALLY bored. Wanna hear an Appalachian Story? If not, best find another blog. If so, hold on tight, here goes...
I was born the fourth daughter of an Appalachian farmer. If you don't know a lot about Appalachians - they are good people. Honest and hardworking, ready with a good story and a lot of carbohydrates! My story is not so unique for my people but it is my story.
The earliest story I was told, besides the one where I was born in the doctor's office, began in the summer of my birth. The setting a tobacco field. If you have never worked in tobacco let me just tell you. It is a hard, year long process. At that time my family, like many of neighbors, lived on the proceeds of the "cash crop" the entire year. A neighbor told me that she came to help cut tobacco and saw my black eyes staring back at her from my basket beneath the shade of a 6 foot tobacco plant. Now when I first heard this story I thought "Poor me! Just a month old and already in the tobacco field!" Years later I thought "Oh my goodness, my poor mother had given birth and was taking care of a newborn and was in the tobacco field working!"
I thought I'd start to reminisce a bit for anyone who is REALLY bored. Wanna hear an Appalachian Story? If not, best find another blog. If so, hold on tight, here goes...
I was born the fourth daughter of an Appalachian farmer. If you don't know a lot about Appalachians - they are good people. Honest and hardworking, ready with a good story and a lot of carbohydrates! My story is not so unique for my people but it is my story.
The earliest story I was told, besides the one where I was born in the doctor's office, began in the summer of my birth. The setting a tobacco field. If you have never worked in tobacco let me just tell you. It is a hard, year long process. At that time my family, like many of neighbors, lived on the proceeds of the "cash crop" the entire year. A neighbor told me that she came to help cut tobacco and saw my black eyes staring back at her from my basket beneath the shade of a 6 foot tobacco plant. Now when I first heard this story I thought "Poor me! Just a month old and already in the tobacco field!" Years later I thought "Oh my goodness, my poor mother had given birth and was taking care of a newborn and was in the tobacco field working!"
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