Maybe it was all of the sweet teas (okay, okay they were actually mint juleps) I sipped this weekend, but I was shocked at how slow and easy everything was down south.
In Georgia people are all.... "Want another drink? Yes, ma'am. Help yourself....No one's rushing you..."
This whole sweet, simple, southern thing reminds me of one of my all time favorite reads, The Foxfire Book.
In 1974, a group of Rabun County, Georgia high school students interviewed the elders of their rural Appalachian community and complied an encyclopedia of local lore. Basket weaving, hog dressing, quilting, faith healing, just to name a few....
Not only is the text to DIE for, as the interviews are written phonetically so you can get a grasp of the accents, there's also a ton of practical knowledge and amazing pictures.
This sweet little lady kept on saying how she liked to weave with willar tree branches. Willar tree? Never heard of it....
Oh wait, that's how you'd say willow tree if you were from Appalachia. Got it.
Oh, and the men, they break my heart. Like a real live Loretta Lynn song.
Now I need to find a suitable willar tree in brooklyn so I can practice my basket making. I've got some good local sources for quilting and as for the hog dressing, I think I'll have to wait that one out for the time being.
In Georgia people are all.... "Want another drink? Yes, ma'am. Help yourself....No one's rushing you..."
This whole sweet, simple, southern thing reminds me of one of my all time favorite reads, The Foxfire Book.
In 1974, a group of Rabun County, Georgia high school students interviewed the elders of their rural Appalachian community and complied an encyclopedia of local lore. Basket weaving, hog dressing, quilting, faith healing, just to name a few....
Not only is the text to DIE for, as the interviews are written phonetically so you can get a grasp of the accents, there's also a ton of practical knowledge and amazing pictures.
This sweet little lady kept on saying how she liked to weave with willar tree branches. Willar tree? Never heard of it....Oh wait, that's how you'd say willow tree if you were from Appalachia. Got it.
Oh, and the men, they break my heart. Like a real live Loretta Lynn song.
Now I need to find a suitable willar tree in brooklyn so I can practice my basket making. I've got some good local sources for quilting and as for the hog dressing, I think I'll have to wait that one out for the time being.
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