Rising Appalachia

I love these ladies, not only because of their sound, but also because I'm in love with the complicated Southern culture I was born into.  I love the South despite its shortcomings, flaws and faults.  Sometimes, you just have to embrace the good, bad, pretty and ugly in those you love. 




Did I ever tell you that I once lived in Mississippi?  Well, once upon a time, I did live in Mississippi, a state that I learned to spell the name of by repeating this little phrase:  m i crooked letter crooked letter i crooked letter crooked letter i humpback humpback i.     My time living in Mississippi predated grade school, so I only have a few memories to remind me of the time I lived there.  But oh, what memories they are.  I remember being banished to one of four corners of our little house.  I cannot remember the deviant behavior I must have been guilty of, but I remember that the other three corners were also occupied.  One by my sister, the other two by the daughters of my mother's best friend.  Since I was the youngest and turned out to be the most level headed and responsible one out of that motley crew, I suspect I was only guilty by association.  The only other memory I have of my Mississippi experience was when Hurricane Camille blew through town. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Camille  Hurricanes don't leave much room in your brain for forgetting.  They mean to pack a lifetime wallop.  I remember the force of the wind blowing the rain through the walls of my uncle's house.  We were staying with him, because he lived about one mile off the beach, and we lived closer than that to the beach.  I only know this, because my mother told me.  She didn't have to tell me about the rain blowing through the house, because that is engrained in my memory.  Nor did she have to tell me about the boats and large wooden spool wheels that were scattered everywhere they shouldn't be.  She didn't have to tell me about the misery that ensued in the days that followed Hurricane Camille.  But, she did anyways.  She told me it was SO MISERABLE THERE, so hot, and so out of needed supplies, that she said to hell with this ... and packed us up and drove straight back to our home state, where we have been ever since.  But, we still have family in Mississippi, so it stood no chance of becoming a stranger to us.  While I love Mississippi like a cousin, I love Louisiana like a lover, Georgia like a mother and Florida like one of my bestest friends.

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