Thursday, May 21, 2020
Address books & stuff
Autos of beauty;
For today, Friday:
We all probably have had a book called “My Address Book”. Sherry uses ‘white-out’ (remember that?) for corrections when someone moved. I was talking once with my BIL who moved with his job. I said, “You guys sure mess up an address book!”
His retort was, “What do you think you do to ours?”
It brought to my reality how many times we have moved in our lifetime. At one time we were really ‘odd’, but today’s society has caught up with us, just as we are slowing down. Many people move with their jobs now as compared to years past. I know there are readers here who have grown roots and others who have moved several times just in my blogging life time. The Nomadic lifestyle has always been mine from birth. Sherry’s started when she was 18 and married me.
In moving you learn people are the same, customs and local lifestyles are somewhat different. Being the same, I mean good sweet people and the sarcastic ones. But I find mostly good folk. I smiled at the Eastern NC people who used the term ‘Some kinda’ a lot. When tasting food they liked it would be: “This is ‘somekindagood.’ “ When something happened they did not ‘catch’, it would be: “That is somekindastrange!” etc
Woody, up in NY lately has been eating a wild (veggie) called LEEKS. I think I remember the term ‘ramps’ also. In the mountains of NC there is a VERY STRONG WILD ONION TYPE herb or food called the Ramp. I’m not sure if it is the same thing Woody & Anna Mae cook or not.
(wild dressed leeks (ramps?)) stolen from Woody's blog.
I remember a story of a flat land preacher who was assigned a Mt. church. At the first service Sister Thomas mentioned to the preacher her husband would not be in church he had had raw ramps that afternoon. During prayer requests the pastor said, “Please remember Bro. Thomas tonight, Sis Thomas reported he has Ramps.” He was confused when the whole congregation laughed, and then Sis. Thomas explained loudly, “Pastor, my husband Charlie ate some raw ramps this afternoon and his breath would knock you down; that is why he ain’t here.”
When traveling I smile when I see signs of names different from (my) down home: