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August 14, 2013


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Oh my goodness, I hadn't thought of Syrup of Black Draught for years. It was also sometimes called Pine Tar Elyxir, was given to children with bad coughs, and I remember telling Mom I wouldn't take it because it tasted like the cracks in the schoolyard. ROFLOL If I'm remembering correctly, she made me take it anyway. Yuck!

What a memory! LOL

God bless.


I'm working on one of these, but it's not easy because I keep getting nostalgic and lost in memories.

Loved Wandas poem...Only Castor oil instead of Black Daught...
Cod Liver oil for us kids and Carters Little Liver Pills for Dad...Tight and stingy and free wheeling spendthrift on occasion!...LOL
Morning glories that I loved and grandparents hated in the garden!
Homemade Ice cream...sittin' with folded newspaper on top til it set good...and a can of Hersheys syrup waiting to go on top, opened with one of those sharp old beer type can openers...stories of near miss ball lightning rolling down the hills above Marshall and bouncing around the house...Fried Chicken in an iron skillet, with chicken brown gravy only my Granny could make...
Great memories that are simular...
Thanks Tipper, and Wanda

Wanda's poem - like all the poems by others for the past few days- was fantastic. Good memories makes life so much more liveable; the bad ones aren't worth keeping.

Anybody remember NEHI strawberry, Crackerjacks and those valuable prizes in the boxes, Feen A Mints and how they were often mistaken for Beech-Nut Beechies gum?

Well, remembering those old products from years ago is great but, the memories of good times with family and friends are are best. Thanks Wanda and everyone else for your poems.

love love love

She left out watermelons, Fuller Brushes and Carter's Little Liver Pills. Other than those she pretty much covered my childhood.

Every line of these poems brings back long forgotten memories.

Another very evocative poem! Tipper, thank you for sharing such wonderful creations from your talented readers :)


Wanda, thank you for all the great memories. I love the contrast of us all.

It don't get any better than this.
Wanda Robertson's poem really hits
home, doesn't it? I have experienced
some of the things she talks about,
and it brought back pleasant
memories of a friendlier time.
Thank you Wanda for a well written
description of life in Appalachia.

I agree with Ed Ammons. The round bales would not have worked on my Granddad's farm in Sylva. The hay would have wound up in the creek!

Wanda, this was the beginning of an autobiography to be passed down to your family. I really enjoyed reading your history.

What visuals she gave me. Loved it!


Wanda, I loved your poem! It brought back memories of all the times I hid when Mom brought out the Syrup Of Black Draught. Our home was never without Vick's Salve.

I love your poem Wanda, and the pictures too. You can feel the strength of your family in every line.

Where I come from we couldn't have round hay bales like that. They would roll right off the mountainside. The square ones might slide a little bit but ginnly they would stay in place.

I love your poem as well, even though I am a 5th generation Floridian, my roots from both sides of my family are in the Appalachians. When I am there I am at home, so many of my family traditions and way of speaking comes from these roots.

Thanks so much Wanda for a poem that started the day on a wonderful note. I am amazed that so much in each of these poems is much like the world I knew and still enjoy. Your poem helped me recall a memory almost forgotten. At one time in this area instead of gravel they put "red dog" on driveways. Calloused hands and burned necks brings back wonderful memories of my Dad who was so familiar with hard work.

Thank you so much for this journey back to my childhood. My great aunt Lizzie made me streaked meat & biscuits, and I can almost smell them right now. Thank you caws it feels real goos, Mama Crow

Thank you Wanda. I love your poem, I feel your poem. It is truth and it is real. I especially like your ending..... the slow talking, the stubborn, and the lasting.
That's us!

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