Stories of Mountain Folks . . . their music, crafts and way of life
|Posted on March 10, 2012 at 3:50 PM|
Mamaw's Sateen Bloomers
Mamaw made her bloomers,
Out of red sateen.
And when she was young girl,
She did the barndance scene.
When the fiddler’d call a round,
She would grab a beau.
Laughing as they'd spin around,
And do a doe see doe.
She was just four-foot ten,
The guys all nearly six,
She’d let them swing her high and low,
Just to get her kicks.
Now I don't know, but Papaw told
There were a lot of rumors,
That the boys all swung her round,
Just to see her sateen bloomers.
Once when she got up to dance,
She heard a lot of snickers.
As she stumbled onto the floor,
They were laughing at her sateen knickers.
She looked around, then looked down,
And to her suprise she sees,
The elastic had blown in the last dance,
And her bloomers were around her knees.
By Dana McCall (December 2011)
|Posted on October 9, 2010 at 12:55 AM|
My Grandmother, Rhoda Angeline Bugg, was born in 1902. She was a small lady; kind, soft-spoken and hard-working. She milked cows, til her arthritis wouldn't let her work anymore. I can remember visiting her each summer and going to the barn with her to see the new calves . For breakfast, there was always country ham, eggs and her special homeade grape jelly - all from their farm.
Grandmother had a quiet sense of humor. This could be seen in the little things she told her children, when they were small. Her sayings were a kind and fun way to help her children learn a lesson or just for a laugh.
The mountains have lots of nursery rhymes and sayings that are fading from memories. Here a few of my Grandmother's sayings.
If a child said, "What fer ?" . . .
Grandmother answered, "Cat fur, to make a kitten a pair of britches."
If some one said, "Huh ?" . . .
She answered, "Little pig says 'Huh' "
"Pull his tail, he'll say 'unh huh'."
When a child sneezed, . . .
She said, "Scat cat ! Get your tail out of the gravy !"
If a child said, "Hey" . . .
She'd say, "You better save that hay; you might marry a mule some day."
If someone said "My nose itches" . . .
" My nose itches ? . . .
Somebody's coming with a hole in their britches.
You get the needle and I'll get the thread.
You patch his britches and I'll put 'em to bed."
One final word of wisdom . . .
"A burned child is scared of fire."
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If you'd like to hear more Mountain Nursery Rhymes and Children's songs, try to find a copy of:
Granny Will Your Dog Bite, by Gerald Milnes,published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.,1990