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April 19, 2009


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When I read your posts certain words remind me of visiting my Grandparents in Arkansas many years ago. Feeble is one of them. I really miss those days. I only got to see them once a year since I was born and raised in California. I do remember the well porch and drawing water. It was so cold and good. Never could get use to the outhouse though. They had 20 acres next to my Aunts 20 acres and I had such a good time cutting through the fields and going into the woods. I never saw a snake or thought about them. I was a city girl and they probably knew it.
Those are some precious memories.

What is it that draws us so strongly back to our anecester's days? I have the sweetest memories of my childhood. I have always loved the stories my mother told of her childhood. Loved the drawings of where the old home place was.

Tipper, it is very generous of you to share your family and family history with us. I just love hearing you as you reconstruct the world for us. Makes me wish I could sit and talk to my grandmother or mother again.

This is one of your most interesting posts. Yes, I remember the spring at Granddaddy Ledford's house. The water was ice cold, crystal clear and no pollution. I've never since my childhood tasted any better water. Your post is great.

I'm enjoying the stories, Tipper. I wish my mother-in-law were still alive so I could ask her about the spring house they had in Kentucky where she grew up. I remember it being mentioned. My husband has vague memories of it from when the family drove there from Texas to visit family when he was a child. He said they also stored some of their perishables in a cave near their house.

What a magnificent story!! Finding that spring must have been like finding a buried treasure! What a riot about your Great Uncle Wayne, "sister what's your name and who's your daddy!" That's a great line!

In a world so confused, it is comforting to have these beautiful essays and stories you give us.

I believe there is no other site as special, as soothing, as eagerly visited as is The Blind Pig and The Acorn.

I don't want to detract from your very special story here, but I do want, one day, to tell you about a return I made a few years ago to an old home site of ours. Your story reminded me of the surge of feelings that come when such places are found again.

God Bless you and your world.

I enjoyed that story. I have never known anyone to have a spring house. Very interesting.

I am enjoying the way you are telling the family history through this precious commodity. It's just great.

It's really interesting reading this. The map is so cool! We have some springs down in the woods below our house. Haven't been to them since I was a kid, though.

Love the map and the stories. It's so great you continue to learn about the past while you live in the present.

Tipper: Neat stories from a time gone by of the spring. The house I grew up in also was lost to fire and it is an empty field.

As I said before, we never were fortunate enough to have a spring on our land and we had to drill for our water. I think there might be a spring under our neighbor's house, they have to have s sump pump under their house, that might be what keeps our side yard so wet all the time.

Tipper, another great family history. Thank you so much for sharing all of this.

I giggled over the whole Uncle Wayne and the pig thing. Having raised pigs a time or two I can so understand about the enterprise not working so well. Nothing keeps a determined pig in or out! Definitely easier to "raise" pigs at somebody else's place for sure! Well maybe not for the person who's place it is! There are a lot of "Uncle Waynes" in the world don't you suppose? I think Jesus told us there always would be and they are ours to care for, whether they are related or not. It is nice your father talks to his Uncle Wayne nearly every day.

Tipper, have a great day!

I really have enjoyed reading about the spring.
What a wonderful blessing to have your family close by and to hear their stories.
I'm new to your blog, but I love to visit here!

Great post. I'd never heard of a Dog trot house. I've heard of Shotgun stle homes. I think of them as the antithesis of Feng Shui. From what I little I understand about Feng Shui I don't think your front door and backdoor should be in alignment. Although now that I look at my house I think I could shoot a shotgun out the back door from the front door and my Shui is just fine.......

Really enjoying the Spring stories.

There aren't many photos of my m-in-law as a child, their cabin burnt out when their father was away working at a lumber camp. In northern Michigan a lot of the settlers worked in the lumber camps in the winter and farmed in the summer.

I think a lot of places burnt out back then, especially remote ones.

Brings back tons of memories. Thanks for sharing yours and those of your family. Pappy

I really enjoyed this post. My house is over 100 years old with a large spring/cave system next to it. There is still the limestone foundation remaining from the original spring house.

I also love dog trot style houses. We still have a few remaining in our county.

Well Tipper I told you about our spring, and yes we did have a spring house, thats where Mom kept the milk and butter (we had a milk cow)and anything else that had to be kept cold. I was always scared to go in the springhouse, afraid of snakes. But I still had to go.

These stories remind me of my dad's life growing up in the Ozark mountains. I actually don't know where they got their water, but it was not from a faucet. I'll have to ask.

You play the bass?

Great story, and I bet it was fun finding those two springs! I feel like they're so rare and unheard of these days. Of course they're still there, same as always. I love how now that I listened to that video from your last post that I now 'hear' you reading your post to me in my head instead of my own voice. I hope you do try the yogurt - I bet your girls will love it, and it's such a money saver!

I love hearing the stories of days gone by. Thanks for sharing them.
There is an old spring house near where my Grandma's house is, I have a picture of it somewhere. I'll try to find it if you would like to see it. But I don't know the story behind it. If my Dad were still here, I'll bet he could tell me something about it. And you can bet I'll be back to tap my toes to the beat of your bass playing!

It's so wonderful that you live where your family history is, that you have someone to tell you about it and that you are recording it.

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