tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221568242024-03-14T08:19:10.797-04:00Hillbilly SavantsCurrently in retirement, still representing the old, green mountains. Eric Drummond Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651674250848286847noreply@blogger.comBlogger509125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22156824.post-31641532498438062072011-03-13T01:12:00.002-05:002011-03-13T03:36:47.942-04:00Podcast AppalachiaPodcast Appalachia is back! In this episode, I look at the life and times of James Still, widely regarded as one of the Appalachian region's greatest writers and poets! Listen <a href="http://www.mevio.com/episode/272702/pa-13-james-still-the-dean-of">here</a> or read a transcript <a href="http://podcastappalachia.blogspot.com/2011/03/podcast-appalachia-13-james-still-dean.html">here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.digg.com">
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One family's bloodline speaks in the joyful voices of the mountains with a capella songs, stories and legends presented in a light-hearted storyteller style.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-8dUSxfcQ4Gs2sQKgpibmQdgyl9JWmgJxKQZFY7UTVZ6nYGrZ7vVZtxrNVGmBEno4Bge8Wy9BkQb59595KLPN8psywbINyRlaYTPckk0EoSukiotsao2LOQ3PYoTBljNk2b7/s1600-h/appalachian+witches.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-8dUSxfcQ4Gs2sQKgpibmQdgyl9JWmgJxKQZFY7UTVZ6nYGrZ7vVZtxrNVGmBEno4Bge8Wy9BkQb59595KLPN8psywbINyRlaYTPckk0EoSukiotsao2LOQ3PYoTBljNk2b7/s320/appalachian+witches.jpg" alt="Appalachian Witches play" title="Bryan Bacon/Huntsville Times" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296786611128451634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Tanja Miller, left, and Criss Ashwell appear behind Karen Lynn in "Appalachian Witches."</span><br /><br />Ms. Ashwell has served as Alabama's state chairperson for community theatre under the Alabama Conference of Theatre, and as Alabama State Representative to the American Association of Community Theatre from 2001-2007.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.appalachianhistory.blogspot.com">Dave Tabler</a> caught up with her this week to get a peek at what's in store for audiences:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DAVE TABLER:</span> Why did you write this play?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CHRISTINE BURKE ASHWELL:</span> I suppose I see a lot of culture getting lost in development throughout the Appalachians, or just the progression of time. I certainly think that we have lost a lot of connection with the land, natural remedies and healing arts. I think the stories told throughout the mountains are allegorical as well as historical and funny and sad and so very valuable to the history of a resilient and vastly diverse population who resided in the hills of Appalachia. <br /><br />So I'm creating a few more stories, reminiscent of theirs and incorporating history and culture to appeal to a modern audience. Moreover, I think my grandfather said it best, "Being poor does not mean living poorly." In fact, as hard as some families had it, there was often more riches to be found in the people themselves than money could ever buy. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DT:</span> What was one of your biggest challenges in pulling this play together?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CBA:</span> The one thing that I hesitated with is the dialect. Even being from the area I have a difficulty understanding some folks in the mountains. We have strived for the voices to be the natural sounds of the mountains in a dialect and accent that are not stereotypical or affected, but can be generally understood by most theatre audiences.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />DT:</span> What are some of the influences you drew on for this piece?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CBA:</span> Hmm, a lot of absorption of reading everything from the backs of herbal tea boxes to Lee Smith's books to Pilgrim at Tinker Creek to –my favorite--the Foxfire books. Or listening to the tour guides recite their scripts--yes, there are those of us who listen! In addition, I LOVE picking up those little self published booklets that you'll find in the gift shops of MANY places around the hills or rest stops. <br /><br />Many times, I don't buy them, I just browse them right there in the store. Somehow, something sticks in the back of my brain until I start on something, talking about history or superstitions. I don't have a photographic memory or anything as grand as that, but those little books have proven quite entertaining, and rather informative of how life was for that family in that community. <br /><br />One place that I will credit, too is the Hillbilly Savants blog. They had a great <a href="http://hillbillysavants.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-earthquake-of-1897.html">article on an earthquake</a> and I did incorporate that into the show with a story of a meeting with the devil and some old demon exorcism goodies from the Bible. <br /><br />I am ambiguous about time in the play: there are still quakes and such these days (one last year right here in Alabama) on the fault line that made these mountains.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />DT:</span> Where in Appalachia is the play set?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CBA:</span> I wrote the play to be ambiguous in the locale. The mountains are so wide and diverse, one hill to the next is different, much less Georgia mountains to Tennessee to Virginia to Pennsylvania. I took a little from each place and created a few of my own "legends". The show is presented in a storyteller style so it's pretty audience friendly with very simple staging and production. I was also a little ambiguous on the language. At times, I cannot understand a word from the folks in the hills--whether from Virginia or Georgia.... Or my own family! But we've tried to remain true to mountain sounds, still remaining understandable by general audiences without being caricatures or stereotypes.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMEYN0Ol8HQmNQkkNFUee7H9l0NyghSZgTwb6UF3YrBlTvqN0eGk3zIvSvBFReRWyAeNEuCkuoZYeHKpddzXQVpNBq-MI_b2gp4lWetK6wEh6SLm9pr2yW69OcskSTOCPUtjB/s1600-h/Criss+Ashwell.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMEYN0Ol8HQmNQkkNFUee7H9l0NyghSZgTwb6UF3YrBlTvqN0eGk3zIvSvBFReRWyAeNEuCkuoZYeHKpddzXQVpNBq-MI_b2gp4lWetK6wEh6SLm9pr2yW69OcskSTOCPUtjB/s320/Criss+Ashwell.jpg" border="0" alt="Criss Ashwell"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296821800185432658" /></a>DT:</span> Does the play take a religious moral stance?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CBA:</span> You can't tell the stories of the mountains without including a big dose of God and His affect on the lives of the people of the mountains. Many healers quoted the Bible for their powers to stop blood or draw out fire. Faith and church was a source of comfort, support and hope in difficult times and a joyous gathering place when times were good. Going to meeting was source of news and certainly gave the spread-out lonesome hills a sense of community. I never wrote the show intending to have such a strong dose of religion or any sort of message or morality play. God is simply an everyday presence, and religion a way of life, for these characters. These are joyful souls.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />DT:</span> The show's music is entirely a cappella. Why that choice?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />CBA:</span> Singing the songs a capella lend the production towards what I consider an honest and true voice that should be uncaring of whether there is perfect pitch or not. The voices are REAL voices that sing hymns next to you in church or sing when working around the house. The religious songs are reminiscent of songs you've heard in church. <br /><br />Camp meetings were a constant gathering place in the hills and songs traveled as much as the preachers. The first song is a mountain story song, passing the news of a local event. The next is a lullaby, sung to comfort a boy and pray for healing. The song that ends the first act is a toe-tapping hymn to encourage faith and hope. <br /><br />The second act contains another spiritual calling sinners to God before it's too late. Then there's a mountain story-song of Ma Mary and the tragedy that befell her and her children. The play ends with the chorus of a traditional hymn that reminds Kate of her grandmother.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Appalachian Witches" runs January 30 and 31 at 7:30 p.m. Admission is $15 per person and groups of 12 and more are $12 each. Tickets are available at 536-2882 or www.burrittonthemountain.com. 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We spent a couple of days at the museum in Clinton, TN this weekend.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpWT6i2kseJtdz-gGZZkqCFURwvm84AWeMKsgxTU_j2NNQm74Ll9X95gPpMqph92ufsxU39SUHV8iPj8wNxRAx1_bBUKmSLzGWo5i8VX-WffDA71kAkSLPXe_rsFmAWNEWTv4/s1600-h/IMG_3986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpWT6i2kseJtdz-gGZZkqCFURwvm84AWeMKsgxTU_j2NNQm74Ll9X95gPpMqph92ufsxU39SUHV8iPj8wNxRAx1_bBUKmSLzGWo5i8VX-WffDA71kAkSLPXe_rsFmAWNEWTv4/s320/IMG_3986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256447729263449170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">David Baker of Sevierville, TN mans his family's apple press and sells mountain taffy.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9qIIj9rRO2mbL-sSfwEyiwsT5UjiJ6gLG4vy7ZxRZw2XG3zWDS4uInyb4MLrMJemQjKttLtIHZGEkkQxtfJF07F6oob0vnTKu-pRMpvCSKkAgHyJ8PQsX2DIxLMkkwgDcggi/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9qIIj9rRO2mbL-sSfwEyiwsT5UjiJ6gLG4vy7ZxRZw2XG3zWDS4uInyb4MLrMJemQjKttLtIHZGEkkQxtfJF07F6oob0vnTKu-pRMpvCSKkAgHyJ8PQsX2DIxLMkkwgDcggi/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256448132863278450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDMwoFBlXs9SYhvXA3SPMOZQdbrkHsHYISEPYi1hDYB7ycngNmrzpuo2sWrap1QSV86Ifb__DQl_sx_TclHVQ4JnIV3DovxRIp2WkVx-5qWCtWsqR94miWOXA-_9SLD0gnWml/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDMwoFBlXs9SYhvXA3SPMOZQdbrkHsHYISEPYi1hDYB7ycngNmrzpuo2sWrap1QSV86Ifb__DQl_sx_TclHVQ4JnIV3DovxRIp2WkVx-5qWCtWsqR94miWOXA-_9SLD0gnWml/s320/IMG_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449062293791554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Okra dries in the October sun.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mVj_KQ9XQaNIeZic4j84icJeGXGaBa6H1j8uzh9_QHiqX4S6yGSpS8dhd-n0ZFT01rs6ERAhCR3yO4KpHWmF-7-LnemuNbLLlX1ZT7Z6KrTj7L1QA4c-XVqzNh2HNlEODd9J/s1600-h/IMG_4007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mVj_KQ9XQaNIeZic4j84icJeGXGaBa6H1j8uzh9_QHiqX4S6yGSpS8dhd-n0ZFT01rs6ERAhCR3yO4KpHWmF-7-LnemuNbLLlX1ZT7Z6KrTj7L1QA4c-XVqzNh2HNlEODd9J/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449762254816802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Ronda Vincent and the Rage entertains thousands at the Museum's main stage. This year's homecoming featured five stages of continuously-running music.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfIt7A5CcrWsQG2DaLmAFwg3gp-5PEZwqYV-CUYBaYTv_AJ_dtbcyURQsR5B5Rz8fRiYjbRSV_7oCsDf9Byw-P6d0eXJMoC2qgXUexuy_5WLSmajqNnn4vZAuuhsE5cgJXQQG/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfIt7A5CcrWsQG2DaLmAFwg3gp-5PEZwqYV-CUYBaYTv_AJ_dtbcyURQsR5B5Rz8fRiYjbRSV_7oCsDf9Byw-P6d0eXJMoC2qgXUexuy_5WLSmajqNnn4vZAuuhsE5cgJXQQG/s320/IMG_4011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256450111256036994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPJjNTeoll0iBAWOBjYNw8nwE2ZqVlmSoiVxAaBOts-BFke7e76EAZWSSzvuyLz3huq7Eem80TgvnyzmJYAqntyjedIafc3m2Ot0ph65nIzS9BgeVYUUN03LetOTtQF-R5CRB/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPJjNTeoll0iBAWOBjYNw8nwE2ZqVlmSoiVxAaBOts-BFke7e76EAZWSSzvuyLz3huq7Eem80TgvnyzmJYAqntyjedIafc3m2Ot0ph65nIzS9BgeVYUUN03LetOTtQF-R5CRB/s320/IMG_4014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256450709452328258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUZwRTAchx8u48Jh7q_uswd7-KMTkCKeBwvohtiuWV08Uly7Pa5dcZtz2L9UbwYBQjeVwi8b-FsFeHprdUdRsIvwUNd6BxTDgJJNQ6cEF7o3TIepvvo011dMRjUXpAf5joRrx/s1600-h/IMG_4012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUZwRTAchx8u48Jh7q_uswd7-KMTkCKeBwvohtiuWV08Uly7Pa5dcZtz2L9UbwYBQjeVwi8b-FsFeHprdUdRsIvwUNd6BxTDgJJNQ6cEF7o3TIepvvo011dMRjUXpAf5joRrx/s320/IMG_4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256450519146692194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Above are two pieces featured in the museum's massive Display Barn. The museum's collection is absolutely huge, as well as incredibly varied. Items range from the former property of some of the most prominent figures in Appalachia's history, to simple items upon which the people of the region relied on that were crucial to their survival.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdVfJ4kHUrdlbOcgjBwddhTKvNLhTRZ7Rh3ridnBTGouk22G7UjgGbWmjfwx5p8flz3FI4YvPUDTYaFtbV3q-jwsTYs-dbk8Fn28uRK9jHI9PX1SkqO_qlXhxF0TcH1j-YiK7/s1600-h/IMG_4024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdVfJ4kHUrdlbOcgjBwddhTKvNLhTRZ7Rh3ridnBTGouk22G7UjgGbWmjfwx5p8flz3FI4YvPUDTYaFtbV3q-jwsTYs-dbk8Fn28uRK9jHI9PX1SkqO_qlXhxF0TcH1j-YiK7/s320/IMG_4024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256451057398308290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The <a href="http://wdvx.com/">WDVX</a> camper, the station's <a href="http://wdvx.com/history.html">original studio</a>.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_84V5z7kP4YkmSRqm2g1P4SM22_0Y0tW9zQRRNPhA7ZytTKsVByg2e5uZ3o610qLRRgbnyUx3SKQtr89JeSjGWli6PP-4aoxB0wiQs7Tdoe78ROPB8TuipojqGvCT5DXrAAB/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_84V5z7kP4YkmSRqm2g1P4SM22_0Y0tW9zQRRNPhA7ZytTKsVByg2e5uZ3o610qLRRgbnyUx3SKQtr89JeSjGWli6PP-4aoxB0wiQs7Tdoe78ROPB8TuipojqGvCT5DXrAAB/s320/IMG_4025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256451481233862482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Museum founder <a href="http://www.museumofappalachia.org/Museum_of_Appalachia_History.htm">John Rice Irwin</a> chats with old-time fiddler Charlie Acuff (cousin to the late Roy Acuff, King of Country music).</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5tgOMWogr_ZGIzEHugqHBdAhwiFfd-b67Cpy1XS05omHBYxqPZVVjI3bPyroRjkm2KPdZ0CeuElISbvs-898R8CiRcqEeYCiZpciGVsP8oI_5imqg_P7hZB6BQupwCa7pv3X/s1600-h/IMG_4027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5tgOMWogr_ZGIzEHugqHBdAhwiFfd-b67Cpy1XS05omHBYxqPZVVjI3bPyroRjkm2KPdZ0CeuElISbvs-898R8CiRcqEeYCiZpciGVsP8oI_5imqg_P7hZB6BQupwCa7pv3X/s320/IMG_4027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256451765094565458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIahpHXEf1Fr3ndVUIKybSHLn0gd1RseJz4pexjM4AubbcwV8hhr0MNR6kq8l6Xti-foqePsZkxlPE3nVn9mlO2lqSwsdVNjdzMo_JLEAzTrWIZ8_G6or5LvtNEzHixZLEJcM/s1600-h/IMG_4028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Lying in the middle of the road was an old familiar sight. Dozens of little orange berries, some smashed, some round and waiting to be run over. When I was a kid growing up here in East, TN, persimmons brought both pleasure and aggravation to my life.<br /><br />According to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diospyros_virginiana">Wikipedia</a>, the American Persimmon tree grows mainly in the Southeastern United States. Its ranges from New England to Florida, and west to Texas, Oklahoma, and Kansas. The tree grows wild but has been cultivated for its fruit and wood since prehistoric times by Native Americans.<br /><br />I know that persimmon trees can be found in <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhMBK6DCTWYrv8D1_SaQ89JR4WMCT19k8NkTRZxVxyknZ9zqcK02dgusp77FE5Y688BPmlL3BhaEYfTL_rr_m-8sNWyntB66lIbyODzaNf5CFgt0xrSs2pjRiOolylnZZKDg0/s1600-h/persimmon_green.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246276365746309746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhMBK6DCTWYrv8D1_SaQ89JR4WMCT19k8NkTRZxVxyknZ9zqcK02dgusp77FE5Y688BPmlL3BhaEYfTL_rr_m-8sNWyntB66lIbyODzaNf5CFgt0xrSs2pjRiOolylnZZKDg0/s320/persimmon_green.jpg" border="0" /></a>nearly every yard here in Knox County. In my own yard, I have only male persimmon trees, which do not bear any fruit. My parents, however, have female persimmon trees in their yard. My, the memories those things hold for me. From my earliest recollections, folks have been tricking younger kids into sampling green persimmons. I can remember my <a href="http://lifeoftug.blogspot.com/search/label/Danny">cousin Danny</a> saying; “Oh, Tug, these persimmons are delicious, you’ve got to try one!” Then he held one up to his mouth and pretended to take a bite and acted like it was the best thing he had ever tasted in his life. Of course I, not wanting to look stupid in front of my hero cousin, took a big bite. If you have never bitten into a green persimmon before, you don’t know what you are missing. Or rather I should say you don’t want to know what you are missing! It takes no more than one bite into one to turn your mouth completely inside out. It has the similar <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWUC-6JfpW4TUjW5KKCLqCzYnUNAwEQ3J3ws6r63X0u80B9xHf74DJkWVwBU3Eh9RbRNs5W1MiTjwRF3IrJTtb6d4NwIzQAbmHHsNyKIpKjI3vr2hnnJmc26ygr210DGftWBp/s1600-h/persimmon_ground.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246277594604683522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWUC-6JfpW4TUjW5KKCLqCzYnUNAwEQ3J3ws6r63X0u80B9xHf74DJkWVwBU3Eh9RbRNs5W1MiTjwRF3IrJTtb6d4NwIzQAbmHHsNyKIpKjI3vr2hnnJmc26ygr210DGftWBp/s320/persimmon_ground.jpg" border="0" /></a>effect of biting into a lemon, only worse! The first thing you want to do after trying one is to stick your tongue out and start slapping it. That is hard to do because your lips are now drawn into a frozen pucker, making this nearly impossible.<br /><br />I can’t even tell you the number of folks that I played the above trick on. I know I did it to my younger sister, brother, and cousin Brad. Of course I also tricked my younger brother into sampling worms (which I wrote about in <a href="http://lifeoftug.blogspot.com/2007/11/50-ways-to-maim-your-brother.html">THIS post</a>), bugs, and dandelions, but I’ll save those stories for another day. Ah the pleasures of being an older brother…<br /><br />Persimmons brought a mixture of joy and misery into my life. Once the fruit gets ripe; it falls off of <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIHQpKecNKIJGNK-NNiSUdWuwKSXj9SwWlkjBzA1k-1XJUTyhhhxkz8A2n_fXvxF1KhRqlbQ0KYdmh86C83JMDaZgywvE56rxZuE_uWbtkSjxAxBuYGgL7PFtheG_FgLg8awO/s1600-h/persimmon_tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246276531574722994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIHQpKecNKIJGNK-NNiSUdWuwKSXj9SwWlkjBzA1k-1XJUTyhhhxkz8A2n_fXvxF1KhRqlbQ0KYdmh86C83JMDaZgywvE56rxZuE_uWbtkSjxAxBuYGgL7PFtheG_FgLg8awO/s320/persimmon_tree.jpg" border="0" /></a>the tree. Naturally, this leads to the ground below being covered with plump, juicy, and sticky orange balls. I don’t know if you have ever slipped down into a slimy pile of persimmons, but let me tell you that is one nasty mess! Also much like “<a href="http://lifeoftug.blogspot.com/2007/07/manure-wars.html">manure wars</a>” we had persimmon wars. The green ones hurt, but the ripe orange ones would explode on your body and make a gross mess on your clothes, or in the worst case…your hair. I can still see my sisters and me running barefooted through the yard, slipping in persimmons, slinging them at each other, falling down and getting leaves and dirt matted into our clothes. My <a href="http://lifeoftug.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-we-all-get-to-grannys.html">granny Spencer</a> also had numerous persimmon trees in her yard and every time we went to her house we would get into them. Usually we would have a war with Becky, Paula, and Jeff Lawson, all whom lived next door to granny. The only thing separating us was a white wooden fence and a driveway. We would sling those persimmons with all of our might at each other, like it was a life or death situation. Oh what fun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4NO4omFAHoX9fd1HOOdZn9ApRB_m1lvMTgC6iRRZ5MvDf-io5XinEgiOVXwgzi3kD3VSpcSd9iFDytkJD6BXphSBjzgcKSYfKECskfIsxNNTTNYvSdQe-WmvbY4fvKSY8v-S/s1600-h/IMG_5778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246276869617009986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4NO4omFAHoX9fd1HOOdZn9ApRB_m1lvMTgC6iRRZ5MvDf-io5XinEgiOVXwgzi3kD3VSpcSd9iFDytkJD6BXphSBjzgcKSYfKECskfIsxNNTTNYvSdQe-WmvbY4fvKSY8v-S/s320/IMG_5778.JPG" border="0" /></a>Some people eat persimmons and make things like pies and pudding out of them. I’ve eaten a few ripe ones and they are pretty good but the consistency of the fruit kind of turns me off. They are mushy and slimy, two textures that really don’t agree with my palate.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br />I came across this website: <a href="http://www.persimmonpudding.com/">PersimmonPudding.com</a>, which has lots of good information and stories about persimmons. Check it out when you have time.</div><br /><div>The above is a cross post from my <a href="http://lifeoftug.blogspot.com/">Tug's Life blog</a>.</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.digg.com">
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I wish I could have joined them, but I had a dog in the car with me and couldn't leave him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2730949302_4deb3d8b2e.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2730949302_4deb3d8b2e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the same church:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2730117729_d954c28a5e.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2730117729_d954c28a5e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Near that church:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2730947850_f60ae5312b.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2730947850_f60ae5312b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Also in McDowell County:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2730115127_2bd74b98c7.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2730115127_2bd74b98c7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Close-ups of the Jesus windows. The Roman soldier drawing blows me away--what a peculiar choice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2730947246_2a39e346fc.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2730947246_2a39e346fc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2730947526_04baa43a2d.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2730947526_04baa43a2d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2730937550_0204260f53.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2730937550_0204260f53.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Fayette County:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2726573337_6bd6a52d9d.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2726573337_6bd6a52d9d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2726548563_2caa361ec0.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2726548563_2caa361ec0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Close-up:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2727371828_53281953c1.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2727371828_53281953c1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2727371078_215f411498.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2727371078_215f411498.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2727371156_b1bf238935.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2727371156_b1bf238935.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />In Kincaid, a combination post office-praise center.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2727365664_e7d6dabe65.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2727365664_e7d6dabe65.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2726541911_9233f664ca.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2726541911_9233f664ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hard to read, but the little blue sign says "Christians helping others."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2726539309_bba25100d2.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2726539309_bba25100d2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hico:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2726539133_1e48a5ec4c.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2726539133_1e48a5ec4c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />From the <a href="http://sarahbryan.blogspot.com/">Field Guide to What's Good</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.digg.com">
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/><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.railroadearth.com/rre/home_page.do"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Railroad Earth</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Amen-Corner-Railroad-Earth/dp/B0018OAOOO"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amen Corner</span></a><br /></span></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I first heard Railroad Earth a few years back, soon after the release of the band’s quasi-demo<i style="">, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Black-Bear-Sessions-Railroad-Earth/dp/B000066AT1">The Black Bear Sessions</a></i>.<span style=""> </span>Having no clue what to expect, I popped the disc in my car’s CD player.<span style=""> </span>It scarcely left that spot for an entire summer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p>Subsequent releases and relentless touring since then has earned Railroad Earth critical acclaim, endless comparisons to the Grateful Dead, as well as a dedicated following that is likely divided into two basic categories: Bluegrass fans that don’t mind the occasional trip out onto the experimental limb, and jam band fans that also dig a little bluegrass.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p>When at last I got hold of the band’s forthcoming release, <i style="">Amen Corner</i> (June 10, SCI Fidelity Records), I was naturally eager to hear the latest work of one of progressive bluegrass’s finest ensembles, and the first track didn’t disappoint.<span style=""> </span>With its piddling, quiet intro that only masks the loud, upbeat tune that it is, “Been Down This Road” displays the remarkable inventiveness that has gotten Railroad Earth this far.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p>What follows is largely a hit-and-miss effort.<span style=""> </span>Some songs simply fall flat in spite of the band’s always-masterful instrument work.<span style=""> </span>In one case, songwriter Todd Scheaffer employs the standard blues-style AABA lyric structure, something that is so done over that only the best uses of it are effective anymore.<span style=""> </span>Unfortunately, Railroad Earth’s take on it falls somewhat short of that.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p>Some tracks do achieve Railroad Earth’s delightful blend of sheer creativity and just plain fun melodies, but the album as a whole isn’t much of a showcase of it.<span style=""> </span>The inclusion of horns can’t save “Hard Livin’” and “Waggin’ the Dog” seems low on willpower.<span style=""> </span>Still, the sweet “Little Bit of Me” is as good as Railroad Earth gets.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p>The stand-out musician on <i style="">Amen Corner</i> is percussionist Carey Harmon.<span style=""> </span>Where many bluegrass-rooted bands that feature drums rely heavily on tip-tapping, snare, Harmon isn’t afraid to draw more on rock influences and utilize bass-heavy, thumping beats.<span style=""> </span>Of course, the entire band is owed much of the credit for arranging the songs in a way that lets Harmon shine.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p>Another aspect of Railroad Earth that cannot be ignored (and hasn’t been, as I noted above) is its similarity to the Grateful Dead.<span style=""> </span>While the differences are obvious enough (string band versus rock and roll band), both act’s approaches to music are very similar.<span style=""> </span>What’s more pronounced is Scheaffer’s vocal similarity to Jerry Garcia.<span style=""> </span>Certain phrases are downright eerie as Scheaffer seems to be channeling the late virtuoso in both style and tone, leaving one remembering what is actually the better comparison, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Garcia_Band">Jerry Garcia Band</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span><i style=""><span style="font-family:Arial;">Amen Corner</span></i><span style="font-family:Arial;"> has enough material to keep Railroad Earth’s fans twirling for hours on end during their jam-heavy live concerts.<span style=""> </span>If you’re not yet familiar with Railroad Earth, it’s advisable to seek them out, but you may be more impressed if you start with their earlier work.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.digg.com">
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Nevertheless <em>Moonshine</em> is thick with painful, gloomy and glorious twang that comes from another time - certainly the past, but maybe the future.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">All of which amounts to pretty standard fare for an Earl Brothers album.<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>Of course, standard fare from the Earl Brothers being as good as it is, this disc is a keeper for anyone that likes their bluegrass straight-up, with a twist of the wicked.</span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.digg.com">
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Hicks cared for the mundane health issues of local farmers and townspeople in the front of the clinic, while performing abortions, which were illegal during that period, in the back rooms. <br /><br />Law or no law, he advertised his abortion services on phone booths, bus stations and bridges. Women came by bus, car and train to pay $100 to "fix their problem." A small airstrip was built in nearby Ducktown so the prominent could fly their daughters in from Atlanta and Chattanooga for an abortion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvWFqk7Qu_73OJJJO-xoqzKFwg2UhVMIMJu3vQWoNt8tPioYn4qJgn3LzvTfUdZEyb3C9eS26Vdu2N659m5HqN3t5D8p-EMeMxm3e5UPYb5ozzjrCkPpgdfpZW_s6ALn1XR9JwQ/s1600-h/ultrasound.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvWFqk7Qu_73OJJJO-xoqzKFwg2UhVMIMJu3vQWoNt8tPioYn4qJgn3LzvTfUdZEyb3C9eS26Vdu2N659m5HqN3t5D8p-EMeMxm3e5UPYb5ozzjrCkPpgdfpZW_s6ALn1XR9JwQ/s320/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" alt="fetal ultrasound image"title="A modern day fetal ultrasound image/Doctor Today Ltd"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199632968489947922" /></a>His black market baby-selling ring, which may have ‘moved’ as many as 200 babies with no questions asked, relied on young, poor women from North Georgia and Eastern Tennessee. They’d come to him for an abortion, and he persuaded some to carry the babies to full term. The women would reside in the clinic for a few months, or the good doctor would provide a room for them at his farm, or in the New York Hotel in adjoing Copperhill, TN, or in his apartments in the telephone company building.<br /><br />Hicks knew he could count on word of mouth to bring in the baby buyers. The Fannin County Courthouse records list 49 babies, for example, who went to Summit County in Ohio. All the fathers who bought them worked in the Akron tire companies, except for a Cuyahoga Falls doctor who bought two babies. All the sales were arranged by a West Akron Goodrich employee who bought four babies for herself. All of them paid up to $1,000 for a baby no one could trace back to its mother.<br /><br />Hicks made sure the birth certificates listed the people adopting as birth parents. The doctor kept no known records of the birth mothers, who discreetly vanished.<br /><br />Thomas Hicks was no stranger to shady dealings. After getting his medical degree from Emory University in Atlanta in 1917, he moved to Copperhill, TN, but lost his medical license and served time in federal prison for selling narcotic pain killers to a veteran working undercover for the FBI.<br /><br />While incarcerated, he studied a lung disease that kept copper miners from living past the age of 40. <br /><br />Once out, he was hired by the Tennessee Copper Co. to treat miners. The only problem was, he filed more claims than there were miners with the disease.<br /><br />After he was fired from that job, he opened up the Hicks Community Clinic in McCaysville.<br /><br />Once a baby was available, Hicks wasted neither time nor words with his prospective buyers. "You have 24 hours to come or I call the next person on the list," he's reported to have said to more than one client.<br /><br />Hicks warned his baby buyers not to be picky. If you told Hicks you only wanted a boy or you wanted a girl, you could forget about getting a baby.<br /><br />It may never be known how many illegal adoptions were conducted by Dr. Hicks, who was stripped of his medical license in 1964, but never jailed. He was, after all, a member of the Copperhill Kiwanis and the Adams Bible Class of the First Baptist Church (to which he donated a Wurlitzer organ). He was known to give free medicine to the very poorest in town. He made house calls to those who couldn't otherwise get to his clinic. <br /><br />Dr. Thomas Hicks' abortion clinic was an open secret tolerated by a town that appreciated the bulk of his medical contributions. "He didn't perform any services that anyone didn't request,'' noted local resident Marlene Matham Hardiman, who once rented an apartment from Hicks.<br /><br />The court papers disbarring him made no mention of the black-market babies. The abortion charges against him were dropped, and he continued practicing for a time thereafter.<br /><br />Thomas Hicks died of leukemia in 1972 at age 83. His lawyer, nurses, wife and son are dead. His only living relative, a daughter, lives in seclusion in North Carolina.<br /><br /><br />sources:www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20124848,00.html<br />freepages.misc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~msroots/BMA/HICKS4.htm<br />query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=950CE1DE103EF930A1575BC0A961958260&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=1<br />immigrantships.net/adoption/hicksbabies.html<br />chronicle.augusta.com/stories/012098/met_LG0411-9.001.shtml<br /><br /><br />Originally blogged at <a href="http://www.appalachianhistory.blogspot.com">Appalachian History</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.digg.com">
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