Monthly Archives: November 2010

The Alabamian Who Went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain

In about 1985 Hugh Grant starred in a movie called “The Englishman who Went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain.” It’s about a World War I-era village whose inhabitants didn’t like the idea of their local mountain being … Continue reading

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What he was born to do

As adorable as he is, and despite the fact that he does spend a lot of time indoors, Bean is not a parlor dog. He is, in the vernacular of the South, “a huntin’ dog.” Boykin Spaniels were originally bred … Continue reading

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Mama Howard’s Thanksgiving

My Great-Grandmother was known to half the county as “Mama Howard.” One year when I was in my twenties we were all having Thanksgiving at my grandparents’ house and my mother called to invite Mama Howard over to eat with … Continue reading

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A Touch of the Master’s Hands

Our Boykin Spaniel, Cocoa, has never met a human she doesn’t love. Big, little, bold or timid. If someone is offering ear scratches or belly rubs, Cocoa is their friend. She was in doggie heaven the day we took her … Continue reading

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Sounds of the Times

While the beauty of the Ocala National Forest is indescribable, the sounds of the forest were memorable as well. On warm summer nights chirping crickets and croaking bullfrogs filled the air with a sound as big as a big bass … Continue reading

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Fine Antiques, Beauty Salon, and Live Bait

One of our forest neighbors was such an interesting person I’ve often said that if she were a character in a book, no one would believe her. It’s impossible to think up anyone as fascinating as Dorothy Green actually was. … Continue reading

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Mother’s love of turtles

One might assume that a woman born and raised in Alabama with parents who farmed would be a country girl. Not so much the case with my Mother. She knew how to process garden produce and she had picked cotton … Continue reading

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