Explanation of the Last

I have a request that I explain My Last Post.

I chose to label myself a Hillbilly long ago. My love of Hillbilly Life came from spending a lot of time in the Missouri Ozarks. The Ozarks is actually quite a large area, and when I moved to southern Missouri a couple of years ago, I thought that I would be loving finally living in the Ozarks. But, I quickly found out that "The Ozarks" can be quite different, just across the state even!! Here are some examples of the type of Hillbillies I relate to:

The first is 'Old Matt'. He is a beloved character from the story "The Shephard of the Hills." The story is based on true characters, and has been made into an outdoor drama. You can find out more about it by visiting  http://www.oldmatt.com/.

If I had my dream job, it would be to open my own artisan shop in Silver Dollar City. I love the people that live around Branson, Mo. The true Branson folk (non-tourists) for the most part are kind, respectful and have good values. Of course, some famous Hillbillies felt the same way as shown below:

Although not labeled as 'hillbillies' in the story, the characters in the story "Christy" are also based on real mountain folk.  This beloved book was made into a TV series, yet the TV series kind of breaks away from the true story line. I have to wonder if that is why it was abruptly stopped after only 10 episodes and was kind of left hanging. Here is a sweet clip from the series though. It shows a mountain wedding scene:

True Hillbillies, while for the most part have very little money or earthly goods, are kind, giving people. I am sure that Matthew 6:20 is dear to their heart, as it is mine.

Now, REDNECKS on the other hand...well, I think perhaps a photo show will show you the difference...

I could have posted alot more images, but they weren't very nice.

For you 'across the pond'--I hope this explains the difference between a Hillbilly and a Redneck. For those State-side...I hope you are as ashamed as I that "redneck society" has become something to be proud of. I know it's all in fun and games, but just google 'redneck images' and you'll catch my drift.

And, please, do NOT make the mistake of calling me a Redneck!! I have Hillbilly Pride!

My shortest post ever!

A Hillbilly is NOT a redneck.

I'm just sayin'!

Two Cute

I am so tickled to see all you new folks thet stop by and read my little stories. Fer them that don't know, a little whiles back we up an moved acrost the state. I be just lovin the new cuntry an all. I were a tad bit afeared  when we moved thet the new neighbors wouldn't like a hillbilly like myself. But these here farm folk be downright friendly!

Then do you know what happened today? I must have found some good ol' Hillbilly Kinfolk. They was havin one of them there YARD SALES and jus look at the sign in their front yard:

Can ya be seein it? It says "FREE ICE COLD WATER WITH A $2.00 OR MORE PURCHASE"

Thet sure be friendly!

Then tonite we got all gussied up an went downtown. Boy, this must be a classy town. Take ye a gander at these outhouses:

When I saw them, I thought: " Well, I'll be! His'n and Hers'n Outhouses painted all up perty n Pink and Blue!"

 Ain't them cute?

Twitterpated an other things to learnt.

I got myself an email this mornin, and it were all about life truths. Ifn you can't relate to these then you ain't livin'!!

A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.

Onced and Twiced are words.

“Jaw-P?” means “Did y’all go to the bathroom?”  

Fixinto is one word. It means I’m fixing to do that.

Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar.

Backwards and forwards means I know everything about you.

          The word “jeet?” is actually a phrase meaning “Did you eat?”

You don’t have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you’re done or it’s too dark to see.

You measure distance in minutes.

You switch from heat to A/C in the same day.

All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal.

You know what a DAWG is.

You carry jumper cables in your car - for your OWN car.

You only own five spices: salt, pepper, Tony’s, Tabasco and ketchup.

The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports, motor sports, and gossip.

You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.

You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit a bit warm.

Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite pastime known as “goin’ Wal-Martin’” or “off to Wally World”.

You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good chicken stew weather.

Fried catfish is the other white meat.

We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive dag-nabbit.

(I really laughed about some of these. "Fixinto" is truly in my daily vocabulary. We do measure the distance in minutes it takes to get there. I often use the heat in the morning after Jerry leaves for work, but the A/C goes on to cool it down before he comes home. The festival in this town,.."Crayfish days", or a bit more south "Mountian Oyster Fest". I could go on, but I'll spare you.)

On a more serious note, I'm as giddy as a twitterpated bull-frog on a warm summer night. One of my wallhang-uns has been used for a showin an a tellin! GO HERE to one of my favorite blogs. Pat is a real live artist, an she has something I made hanging in her home! Don't that beat all??

Fine Sunday Fixin's

I don't know bout you all, but Sunday Supper is a big thing roun our house. Boy, we get ourselves all fancied up like and head on down to the local chapel for some good music and some o' dat southern preachin'. I am a bit worried that my stomach might be makin some awful big noises in church this morning, cuz I know my mind'll be wonderin', thinkin bout that yummy supper waitin for us at home. I am goin to share one of our finest recipes with you all today. Enjoy!

Sunday Skunk Supper

• Two adult skunks~ ya needs to skin them suckers, and take the bones out too. The hounds don't be likin skunk bones so, just save em for Pa to wittle into toothpicks. An be real careful like with the scent gland. Set is aside for later
•  one-fourth cup oil~the cookin kind
•  one-fourth cup butter
•  two cups finely chopped celery
•  one-fourth cup finely chopped parsley~it might jest be a tad easier to chew it to the right consistency
•  two cloves garlic, finely minced
•  one bay leaf
• two carrots, chopped
• two tablespoons flour~get that kind like you use for bread. Dandelions an daisies just don't work as well. But, they do make it a tad perttier.
•  one cup broth
• one cup dry red wine
•  three tablespoons whiskey (mind you, we keep it roun just for cookin.an' ailin. Them fancy folks call it 'cognic' but they just stick their fine nose in the air too much to admit what it really are) 
• one pound ripe, red tomatoes, peeled, seeded and chopped~I just scoop em outta the wash tub after we wash the hounds in it. What's it called nowadays? Repurposed? Boy, it are what it are. Using your marbles, thats what it are.) 
• salt and pepper to taste.
• juice of half-lemon. (I jest get the boy to suck on the lemon and spit it out. Saves me the trouble)
•  one-fourth teaspoon nutmeg
•  one cup wine (Grandpa's gooseberry wine is the best)

Preheat yur cookfire to 350 degrees. In large skillet, brown skunk well in oil and butter; add carrots and stir until lightly browned. Sprinkle with flour. Add broth as needed when mixture starts to brown. Stir to dissolve brown particles. Add remaining broth, red wine, whiskey, tomatoes, salt and pepper. Place in cookfire, cover and bake three hours. Strain gravy. Bring strained mixture to boil. Add lemon juice, nutmeg, an grandpa's gooseberry wine. Carefully puncture scent sacs and add fluids to mixture. Simmer five minutes. Pour sauce over skunk
 
 
Dont that jest sound like a fine Sunday Supper? My mouth is a-waterin like a grizzly bar sniffin up a bee hive.
 

Speakin of Skunks: Pa started him a new blog too. Now mind, he's a bit more sophisticated then me, so's dont ya all be expectin recipe's an the like. Hed be mighty proud if'n you'd check it out. An if you take a yearnin to foller him too, Im fairly shore he'd puff up like a croc after a fine meal.

http://www.theweeklymusing.blogspot.com/

A hillbilly gets fancy

Twas long bout yesterday that I had one of them there whatcha call 'em...

TUNA SANDWICHES

Tonight I was ponderin what to fix my man for dinner, and I thunkd of a good idear. Well, you know, we's just plain folk roun here. And a tuna san'wich are a tuna san'wich. But, over yonder, up in the city like...well now they say them folk make a mean tuna sandwich. So's for dinner tonight, I fixed my man a high class meal.
 
Course I started with bread an my leftover tuna vittles.

Next I piled it high with some yummy frigidator pickels.

Then I got really fancy like, and added some purple grapes. Jes don't ya all tell Pa bout that. Thems his good grapes for makin wine. You uns know, for medicine and the like.

Well, I heard about that them fancy city folk like to add garnishes to their meal. So boy did I get fancy!

It must've pleased my man jest fine, look at him chow'n down and the like:

This here be the sign of well-fed kinfolk

NIGHT YA ALL, HAVE A GOOD ONE, YA HEAR?