Now That’s a Deadpan Smile
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Belle of All Things Southern, opines on the practice of taking pictures of the dearly departed.
Our Town Pauses to Remember
I just returned from our town's Memorial Day service on the banks of beautiful Lake Providence. The service never fails to leaves me sober-spirited. As well it should. I listened closely as Mr. Al Rawls, a Marine Corps Captain who served in Vietnam and the Civics teacher from our local high school, spoke eloquently of his fallen comrades in general and emotionally of one of his buddies in particular, a friend whose life was
Road Story
I spoke at two and again at six, and I neeeeeeed to get on the road but this was too cute not to share while it is fresh. So, here's the thing-- you have to watch those elderly belles
Syncing your Soul
My sweet farmer got me a two-seater kayak for my birthday and I’m totally loving my early morning trips down the lake, just me and Jesus. Mind you, there’s room for Dixie but other than that one time when I pushed, I mean, when I helped her into the kayak, she’s chosen not to participate. I didn’t mean any harm. I really thought Scaredy Dog
Charles Kuralt in the Southern Quote
He was born in Wilmington, North Carolina in 1934. You might remember him best as the wistful host of "On the Road" with Charles Kuralt. His look at the lives of his fellow countrymen became a favorite segment of CBS news. From the driver's seat of a motor home, he spent twenty years introducing America to America, bringing us everyone from a 104-year-old jogger to
Shellie Experiences Some Bad Elevator Etiquette
Hello folks, I've got sweet tea and lemonade iced down and the fans going on the porch. Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ I have an interesting experience to report. It happened on an elevator. Elevators are naturally good settings for interesting stories. I’ve read funny lists about things to do in an elevator, like catching non-existent flies and answering your shoe phone, ala
“Breaking Curses at the County Fair”
I'm not even supposed to know this, which means there’s a solid chance I’m not supposed to share it either, but hey, I’m pretty sure the statue of limitations has passed. Besides, it’s all in fun and I did change the names. The story is set in one of our neighboring parishes. A couple of years ago they had a county fair roll into town,
Your All Things Southern Weekly
Hey y'all! I have no way of knowing if those of you who are subscribed to my blog here are also subscribed to my website, which means I don't know if you are getting the free ATS Weekly. That said, I'm posting this week's weekly here, hopefully for your enjoyment :) If you decide you want to get it in your email box once a
“Inlaws, Outlaws, and Farm Animals?”
Sharing this story reminds me of one of the old hee-haw segments. I’m thinking of the one where the women gathered around the wash bucket and sang that they weren’t the kind to go around spreading rumors, so it would behoove everyone to listen close the first time. To be sure, I'm not trying to start something, either. I'm just repeating what the whole town
Don’t Just Feather Your Nest
The birds around here are in full out nest building mode. Dixie and I have been watching them during our morning prayer-times on the back porch. We’re both intrigued by their activity, albeit for different reasons. I think Dixie’s hoping someone will accidentally hop near enough to let her snag a meal without exerting herself too much or giving up her place in the shade.