Story is the Indians left this stone here when being removed from the territory to mark the Trail of Tears.
It is said that if the rock ever falls or is removed the world will come to and end.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Standing Rock,Alabama
Story is the Indians left this stone here when being removed from the territory to mark the Trail of Tears.
It is said that if the rock ever falls or is removed the world will come to and end.
Sapsucker part deux
The other day I wrote about mistakenly thinking I had been called a redneck sapsucker.That clicked on a switch in my brain and brought back a memory.
When I was a boy me and Daddy did what he called loafing.Momma worked the evening shift in the mills and he the day shift.
We would spend our afternoons visiting folks.Kin,people from church or just really anybody.That is a long lost art today,visiting folks.
Riding in the car it seemed this would always happen.Someone would pull in front of us,cut you off or do something that made Daddy mad.
You sapsucker he would call them.That was his word.Looking at me he would say "if you had not been in the car I would let him hit me".Every time Daddy would say that.
So just a friendly warning.Be careful.There are a lot of sapsuckers out there!
When I was a boy me and Daddy did what he called loafing.Momma worked the evening shift in the mills and he the day shift.
We would spend our afternoons visiting folks.Kin,people from church or just really anybody.That is a long lost art today,visiting folks.
Riding in the car it seemed this would always happen.Someone would pull in front of us,cut you off or do something that made Daddy mad.
You sapsucker he would call them.That was his word.Looking at me he would say "if you had not been in the car I would let him hit me".Every time Daddy would say that.
So just a friendly warning.Be careful.There are a lot of sapsuckers out there!
Rattling of the door
The wind did howl last night.After getting a shower and back into my room the window next to my bed was opened for a bit.It was stuffy in here and the fresh cool air on my face was nice.
Well talk about interesting it was.Temperature dropped like a rock and the wind was howling.It sounded like someone in misery taking their last few precious breaths of life.
The door to our room was shut and with the wind howling the door would rattle like someone was trying to open it.The rattling of the door,drop in temperature and the moaning of the wind was the perfect back drop to a good story.
Well talk about interesting it was.Temperature dropped like a rock and the wind was howling.It sounded like someone in misery taking their last few precious breaths of life.
The door to our room was shut and with the wind howling the door would rattle like someone was trying to open it.The rattling of the door,drop in temperature and the moaning of the wind was the perfect back drop to a good story.
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