Prop Open a Window!
As I sit here typing it is a beautiful spring day. The temperature is just right, not too hot and not too cold. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear my grandmother, God rest her soul, saying, “For heavens sakes, child, prop open a window and let the outside in.” I would, Grandmaw, I’d love, too. Only my windows don’t prop, drats. My
No Reasonable Doubt
From time to time I like to fill y’all in on the happenings at the courthouse where my cousin Katherine works as a stenographer. She never fails to have a good story for me. Recently, Katherine’s friend Patti was selected to be on the jury for a big murder trial, we’re talking the crime of the century for their rural Arkansas town. Katherine said the defendant
Red Misses the Memo
Hello folks, it’s nice to have you back on the porch here at All Things Southern. Have a seat, and let's chat… ~smile~ Today I’ll be attempting a lady-like discussion that will require me to proceed delicately. First a question: Who among us hasn’t been caught in a situation where a public restroom was needed in the worst kind of way? Exactly—- it happens to
Grantland Rice
He was born in Tennessee in 1880. After graduating from Vanderbilt University with a double major in Greek and Latin, he took the work ethic learned from twelve hour days in the fields and applied it to his chosen career. The Tennessee farm boy not only became a top notch reporter, columnist, poet, and author, he’s also considered the first superstar sportscaster. Grantland Rice, or “Granny”
Motown Monday at ATS
Hey y'all! Busy day straight ahead but I wanted to share a thought from this morning's dock devotions. I've told y'all how much I enjoy taking secular music and swapping the lyrics for sacred ones, right? Well this morning I rocked to this Motown fav- http://m.last.fm/music/Jackie+Wilson/_/%28Your+Love+Keeps+Lifting+Me%29+Higher+and+Higher?fallback=1 Try singing it to Jesus and worship while you work. I'll see you this afternoon on the radio. ATS LIVE kicks
A thank you note from the bottom of my heart!
Hey folks, I need a visit with my friends. For those of you who aren't subscribed to the All Things Southern weekly that I send from my website (and if you aren't, I wish you would!), and to those who may not follow me on twitter and aren't my friends on Facebook, I'm hoping this one update will get to everyone in our "tribe" here and maybe explain
A Story– Just Between Us
HELLO MY FRIENDS! PLEASE GO TO MY BLOG FOR AN EXPLANATION FROM ME ON YOUR MISSING NEWSLETTER AND WHY THE WEBSITE HASN'T BEEN UPDATED THIS WEEK. HUGS, SHELLIE Hello folks, I hope y'all are fine as frog hair split four ways and sanded down (one of my Papa's lines). It's all good here. Have a seat, and let’s chat…~smile~ Dixie Belle is furious with me.
Let’s Get Smack Dab in the Middle
Yesterday my doctor told me he wanted to do a cat scan of my brain. This came as no surprise to the family jokers around here, but it isn’t the functions of my strange brain that are concerning the man, y’all. Doc is worried about my recurring ear infections and the possible damage to my hearing if they persist. Seeing the poor man wave his
Best Oven Roasted Potatoes Ever
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen, y’all. I’m making my Best Oven Roasted Potatoes Ever! 6-8 large potatoes, peeled and cut into wedges 2 garlic cloves minced fine 1/2 cup olive oil 1 cup water 1 tablespoon dried oregano Juice of one lemon Generous amount of salt and pepper Well, first, we’ll preheat our oven to 450 degrees. Then we’ll take a 9x13 casserole dish or baking pan and spray it with
Just A-Swingin’
Old Man Henry’s been playing golf for a couple years now. Mrs. Mamie says he has become an official nut about it, too. They can’t go anywhere anymore without calling ahead and seeing if there is a golf course in the area. As a matter of fact, they’ve just come back from a little trip up to Branson. Robert Carl and his wife went with