pie eating contest: usually held at a community event to raise money for a school or other cause, involving the participants to eat pies with their hands held behind their back, using only their mouths to scoop up the pie.
We have our instru ments and we're ready to play and sing for you!
If you've ever taken a class at the John C. Campbell Folk School you've probably attended Morning Song. If you've never got to visit the folk school-Morning Song is the start of the day for students taking classes.
Morning Song starts at 7:45 a.m. and is typically held in the Keith House. The session includes a little talking along with a little music. The girls have recently handled a few Morning Song sessions for the folk school and have thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
The Pressley Girls have the talking part down pat-and they don't do half bad on the music part either-so I'm hoping the Morning Song students are enjoying them as well.
Do you ever hear a word differently even though it's a word that you hear all the time? The other morning the girls were packing the car when I heard one of them say something about their instruments. Except...I heard the word as instru ment. Almost like it was 2 words instead of one.
Instru ment. It stayed with me all day. I began to think of other ment words. The first one that came to mind settlement. Pap uses the word settlement often to describe a more populated area. I said the word aloud-and I heard myself say it as settle ment. Again like 2 words. More words came to mind government, treatment, and even studyment. I heard them all as 2 words.
Next my mind went to dent words: confident, accident, independent. I heard them as 2 words too.
Finally I made myself quit thinking about words and get to work. But as soon as I got home I ran and checked my Dictionary of Smoky Mountain Englishto see if it had anything to say about my ears hearing 2 words.
I felt very validated when I found the following:
-mentsuffix [pronounced with stress] 1913 Kephart Our Sthn High 224 In mountain dialect such words as settlement, government, studyment (reverie) are accented on the last syllable, or drawled with equal stress throughout. 1942 Hall Phonetics 71 The suffixes -dent and -ment (except independent) in most instances have secondary stress: accident, confident, devilment, instrument, monument, payment, settlement, testament, etc. 1974 Fink Bits Mt Speech 16 = accented last syllable in words as settlment', government', treatement', etc.
After reading the entry I though ahhhhaaa I was right. Hall disagrees with me about the word independent but that's ok the rest of the entry made my ears feel very justified.
p.s. Studyment is one of The Deer Hunter's favorite words. Studyment = studying on something.
I now seat myself to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well hoping that these few lines may find you all well I was out on guard last night we have had to give up our tents there has not been any rain since we gave them up I think it will be a tolerable bad chance when it rains our mess has just a cloth but I do not know how long we will get to keep it I have heard the boys a talking that we had to leave our wagons I do not know whether it is so or not we are a going to start to Ky. this morning we have drawn list days rations of provisions and I mean we will certainly start to day we have not been a getting much to eat since we have been at this place but I am inclined to think that men will be healthyer in camps on tolerable short rations as far as I am concerned I am doing very well on what we get with a few exceptions James and Prator and Joseph McClure are at the hospital at Knoxville there is some few sick but none of them very bad off you can tell Mr Sherman that John is well and hearty at this time M A Martin is also well and R V Alexander and L C Harper are also well at this A M Cook is well also & James Wood Crawford we have been a pasturing our horses now for some days & feed a little on corn old Rubin Leatherwood's mare is gone and has been ever since yesterday I do not know what has become of her I would not be surprised if she was stolen for this is a bad place here for such as that we are ordered to Monticillo KY it is between one hundred and one hundred and twenty five miles from this place I expect that it is a tolerable scarce country of anything to eat and feed upon I have not heard from uncle Chamberlain since I wrote to you the three Ledford boys are in jail at Knoxville and I expect it will be a good while before he gets out of there I would not be surprised if they was to shoot Big Jason His trial has not come up yet I recon A E Pendergrass is home before this time I would advise him to come to camp himself as soon as possible I think that is will go easier than if he has to be gone after If they do have to go after him this time he will be apt to be brought in strings and it will be apt to go hard with him we belong to Pegrams Brigade and he and Moore are both in K.Y. at this time We are to join them Col Fains Regt is at this place now I do not know whether they will go with us or not Riley McConnell has the worst arm that I ever saw in my life it was lansed by vacination all of the rest of our company are well of the vacination I do not know how long we will stay in Kentucky I want you to continue to write to Knoxville and there will be a chance for us to get them through by couriers going through write soon give my respects to all of the friends and if I have any time to write I will write to you
I will close
Wm C Penland
My thoughts or I should say my questions:
WC seems more worried in this letter-is it because things have gotten harder for him-or since the letter is addressed to his Father maybe he isn't trying to make it sound better for his Mother?
I'm guessing the Ledford boys and A E Pendergrass ran off from their duty?
I want to know what the vaccination was for and if Riley's arm got better?
I wonder if all the initial names-are initials or actual names? I know several older men here that have initial names-but the initials don't stand for anything-the letters are their actual names.
Hope you'll leave me a comment with your thoughts.
"Momma made me a dress that had a long waist. I wore a belt with it and wore it for ages. Most people today wouldn't like it cause it was homemade. But my I thought I had hit the big time when I wore that dress."
p.s. PAP IS HOME! Yesterday Kenneth commented "Pap is still in my prayers and with all the Blind Pig readers, it's a Powerful Thing." Ken is right-all your good wishes helped Pap feel better and hopefully he'll just keep on improving!
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My invitation to present at the conference involved two separate activities. I spoke about the Blind Pig & the Acorn in a presentation titled Blogging from the Heart and I hosted an Appalachian Cooking Demonstration.
Although I was nervous about presenting at an event I had never even been to-I was also very excited about the prospect of meeting new people and experiencing all the conference had to offer-which was a lot! The line up of speakers and entertainment was totally amazing.
This year's conference was SEOPA's 50th Anniversary. And in honor of that first meeting back in 1964 they held the conference at Fontana Village.
Chitter applied for the Lindsay Sale-Tinney SEOPA Conference Scholarship which gives an aspiring young outdoor writer or photographer an opportunity to attend the conference. Although Chitter did not win the scholarship, she was invited to attend as my guest, which greatly added to my excitement.
My blogging presentation was warmly received, with more than a few folks telling me I inspired them to start their own blog. And my cooking demonstration was a huge success as well. Many of the cooking attendees have contacted me since the conference to let me know they're loving my recipes...and wowing their families with their new cooking skills!
Words really can't express how impressed I am with SEOPA. From the moment we arrived we were treated like family. During the 4 day event I had lots of time to sit back and really watch people. Kindness, encouragement, helpfulness, and general good spirits abounded in every person.
I have so many things about the conference I want to share with you, and due to the generosity of SEOPA members I have quite a few giveaways to share with you as well. So be on the lookout for more posts about my experience at SEOPA's 50th Anniversary Conference.
p.s. A big THANK YOU for the well wishes for Pap! He was honored and humbled by your comments. He had a better day yesterday-and hopefully we'll know more after a few more test and he'll soon be home!!
This post was originally published here on the Blind Pig in 2012.
The Deer Hunter and I only have to worry about wood for our heat. When Pap was a boy, wood was needed for heat in addition to every time you cooked, washed clothes, took a bath, and the list goes on.
I'm sure you've heard the old joke-in fact Kenneth left a comment about it a few days ago-where a man says he thought his name was Git Wood until he was nearly grown.
Pap said when he was a boy some folks planned ahead and cut wood for the future with it ricked up in cords around their house and barns. When they needed wood it was already cut and stacked ready to be used. Other folks, like Pap's family, got their wood from day to day. They had a wood pile near by, but someone had to go out and split what was needed for the day and carry it in the house or at least onto the porch.
There were still native Chestnut trees when Pap was a boy-not living ones-but skeletons of Chestnut trees that were killed by the blight. Pap said wood from them would burn even if it was wet with no kindling to get it started. Women especially liked chestnut wood because it was so easy to start a fire with it. Back in those days, Pap said, every once in a while he'd come up on a big dead Chestnut back in the mountains. He said he always thought they looked like white ghosts shining through the woods.
Much like today, when Pap was a boy, oak was one of the top choices for wood to burn. Oak burns hot and doesn't burn too fast. Other top choices when Pap was a boy were locust, hickory, and just any other wood that was handy.
The Deer Hunter likes to use locust-which is almost impossible to find around here, oak, and hickory. He thinks poplar burns too fast to do any good and pine is full of creosote.
A few months ago someone had me ask Pap what was the best wood to burn for heat. Pap rattled off a list much like the one above and then said "But the answer to that question really depends on how cold you are."
What wood did you or do you like to burn?
I decided to share this old post about Pap with you today, because the last week has been pretty tough on Pap. He wasn't feel too spry to begin with-then a case of bronchitis really put him under the weather.
Pap spent last night in the VA Hospital at Oteen. Sometime today they'll do a heart catheterization to see if there's a new blockage. If you're a praying person we'd really appreciate it if you said a quick one for Pap and the docs/nurses at the VA.
I've got a lovely waltz for you today. Chatter and Chitter, aka The Pressley Girls, learned Midnight On The Water during last summer's Dance Musicians Week at the John C. Campbell Folk School. It's a song we're familiar with-it's often played for the traditional ending waltz of a contra dance.
I googled around trying to discover who wrote the song. I assumed it was a traditional fiddle tune-meaning it's too old to know who wrote it. And maybe that's the case, however there is much information to wade through and I decided I'd really rather just sit here and listen to the waltz.
If you'd like to discover the intricacies surrounding the history of Midnight On The Water go here and read to your hearts content. But before you go-listen to The Pressley Girls and if you have someone handy-or even if you don't-feel free to waltz about the room.
I hope you enjoyed the waltz. I'm not sure I could ever get tired of hearing it.
A couple of weeks ago the girls started begging to go on a hike. It was late Sunday evening and I still had a ton of things to do before bedtime. They cajoled me saying things like "Awww come on mom we'll go around here and we'll be back before you know it." and "How could you say no to your only 2 daughters?"
I finally gave in-you know acting like I was making a great sacrifice-when actually I sorta wanted to go on a hike too.
I surprised them by telling them to get in the car. Chitter said "I told you we don't have to go far we can just go up the creek." I said "I know. We're not going far-get in the car."
I took them down to the folk school-pulling into the first folk school drive we come to-from our direction it's the road leading to Mill House. As I parked the car I said "Lets do the Mill House Trail-it's really short but we can take our time."
We've all been on the trail before, but each time we walk it I'm struck by the weirdness of being hidden in the woods along the road we drive everyday. You hear cars going by and think-that could be me on my way to work or town. Makes you wonder how often someone is hiking the trail while you're the one whizzing to and fro.
There's a cool bench to sit on just as the trail leads you down to a little hollow.
The bench is set in the middle of a circle of giant oaks. As we sat on the bench I told the girls "See that old chimney over there? You know the one you can see from the highway? Pap told me when he was just a boy three of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen lived there with their momma and daddy. They were older than Pap, but he said he could still remember how pretty they were. One just as pretty as the other. He said it seems like their parents had something to do with the folk school-but he's not sure. I asked him what happened to them, he said that he's not sure but thinks they moved off from here."
Along with Pap's memories there was some silliness on the hike as well. Chatter and Chitter always think they have to pose in trees for photos. Those are some real poses uh?
We were headed back up the ridge to take the other fork of the trail when Chitter found a treasure. The smallest piece of an old plate, saucer, or bowl. Chitter said she just knew it belonged to one of those pretty sisters. I smiled and said "I bet you're right."