This week, I had the joy of attending a family reunion deep in the wildwoods of Tippah County, Mississippi which has long reminded me of Snuffy Smith Country with all the hills and hollows. Not only did I get a taste of the best Southern cooking this side of the Mason Dixon, I picked up a few colloquialisms which I plan to incorporate into my vocabulary. It would be a shame to lose these priceless relics of our distant past.
My most favorite is the term “ring-tailed tooter” which rolled off the lips of my friend Norma while describing a
Okay. Pretend you are a mere child splashing in the ocean without one single thought about your future.
You’re maybe seven or eight and just getting to the stage where other people are trying to impose their expectations on you.. (You can’t possibly be a fire-woman, what would grandma think?)
What advice would the old geezer in you (who has been around the block a few times) give that innocent little child whose experience was limited only by his/her imagination.
The sign on the wall says “Roadkill Café” but the food at the new Pheba (pronounced Feebie) Diner is far from it. Opened in 2012 by old friends Linda Wade and her mother, Mildred Calvert McGee (top left), the diner is our greatest discovery since Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
My “tribe” did a little war dancing today – on a table no less. That’s something I’ve wanted to do all my life and lately we been doing a lot of it.
File this one under “things you didn’t know and were flabbergasted to find out.”
I didn’t believe it myself at first. Did you know that the Original Rolling Stones didn’t come out of Great Britain at all? And they were more likely to be spotted over a cold brew at the Crossroads than a spot of tea in the shadow of Buckingham Palace.