Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Welcome back to another week here on the All Things Southern porch.
I've been out here all morning cleaning up from Silly Lili's little
temper fit. I don't appreciate all the debris she dumped on my yard,
but I'm mighty grateful that she didn't live up to her billing. ~smile~
Last week's chat sure did jog a lot of your memories. It seems my
Papa wasn't the only one that liked to play "switch the buttermilk"
at the table. I thoroughly enjoyed reading all your letters and I
chose a couple for the exchange. I just wish there were room to
post 'em all!
Before we leave this subject, how about one more of Papa's little
games? Does anyone else out there remember "kiss your elbow"? When
we were very, very small, our Papa convinced my sisters and me that
if we could just kiss our elbow, we'd turn into a boy. At the time,
we couldn't think of anything else we'd rather be. We practically
stretched out the ligaments in our arms trying to contort our lips
to our funny bones. Uh-oh, before all the girly-girls on the porch
get stirred up, let me stop hear and say that we outgrew that
phase--I promise. I don't have any gender issues and I haven't tried
to kiss my elbow in ages.~smile~
I guess I'm through rambling. I can't help but get a little long-winded
when y'all drop by. Blame it on my genes. ~smile~ I hope you enjoy
this week's southern celebration. I'll see you next time. Don't
forget to write...
Hugs,
Shellie
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~~Chuckles~~
"Stumpy Goes To The State Fair"
Stumpy and his wife Martha loved going to the State Fair. Every year
Stumpy would dream of taking the airplane ride. But, Martha would
always say, "It costs ten dollars to ride in that contraption, and
ten dollars is ten dollars."
Yesterday, they went back to the fair again. "Martha," Stumpy said
firmly, "I'm 71 years old. I might not have another chance to ride
in that there airplane". Martha just snorted. "You foolish old man,
ten dollars is ten dollars."
This time, the pilot overheard 'em. "How's about a deal?" he offered.
"I'll take you both up, and if you can ride without saying a word,
it's free. But, if you say one word it's ten dollars."
Everyone agreed and up they went. Well, that pilot stalled, and
twisted, rolled, and dove, but not a sound was heard. Finally, he
gave up and turned to Stumpy. "I tried hard to get y'all to yell
out, sir, but I guess your ride's free."
"Thanks, son," Stumpy said, " You know I was gonna say something
back there when Martha fell out but like that woman always said,
ten dollars is ten dollars."
~Special thanks today to Joel Woods for sending in our chuckle.
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~~A Taste of the South~~
Even though the weather is still quite warm around here at times,
the lazy days of summer are gone for another year. I don't know
how you feel about that. I've got mixed feelings myself. So...I
just didn't think we could say good-bye without one more recipe
involving ice cream and lemonade! If you've ever finished an ice
cream pushup a long time before you had enough of that sweet orange
cream, you're gonna love me for this one. It tastes just like the
pushup, but in a big old pie. ~smile~
"Lemon Ice Cream Pie"
•2-8 inch graham cracker crusts
•1 half gallon vanilla ice cream
•1-6 ounce can frozen lemonade
•Graham cracker crumbs
Ready, porchers? Let's get cooking! (Actually, I guess that's a
stretch. We won't really do much more than stir.) ~smile~ First,
soften half a gallon of vanilla ice cream and one six ounce can
of frozen lemonade. Beat both together until creamy, pour into
your graham cracker crusts and freeze overnight. The next day,
when you're ready to serve it, sprinkle graham cracker crumbs
over the top, sigh deeply, and offer a slice to your family
with a unassuming smile that says, "You're worth it!"
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~~Spotlight on the South~~
SPOTLIGHT ON THE LATE JIM HENSON
They first performed in 1954 in Washington, D.C. A few short years
later they were making the rounds of national television, appearing
in such variety series as "The Ed Sullivan Show." The couple's fan
base was growing. Audiences enjoyed her borderline obsession to his
unique appeal and his chagrined reaction to her abundant charms. By
1969, along with their other soft-bodied friends, they had their own
prime time program. It might not have been easy being green, but it
was suddenly very popular.
The creator behind Sesame Street and those captivating Muppets was
a talented puppeteer and entertainer named Jim Henson. He took the
antics of Miss Piggy and her beloved Kermit, along with Bert, Ernie,
Oscar and Big Bird and built an entertainment empire. Maybe you're
familiar with Jim Henson, the man who gave us Miss Piggy and her
trademark, "moi", but did you know he was born right here in the
Delta during the Great Depression? Some twelve years after his
death, his celebrated Muppets continue to spread their special
magic. For that reason we're shining today's Southern Spotlight
on Greenville Mississippi native, the late Jim Henson.
~Shellie
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~~It's Been Said...~~
Hello porchers. Welcome back. Don't mind the beating and banging
in the background, that's just me. I'm redecorating the porch a
tad. This little spot is normally reserved strictly for southern
quotes, but I get so many funny southern sayings across my desk,
that I've decided to enlarge this piece and throw in a regular old
southern saying every now and then. You know, kind of like a little
wisdom from the masses--instead of the just the famous few. If
you've got a southern saying you'd like me to use, email me at
tomtom@allthingssouthern.com. Maybe you've heard today's southern
saying. It reads...
"You can shake his hand, but you better count your fingers."
--southern saying
(Hmmm...did anyone else get a visual of a politician, or was it
just me?)
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~~Southern Comfort~~
"Thank You Notes"
Here in the South, we send thank you notes for birthday, Christmas,
graduation, wedding and baby gifts, just to name a few. Every
southern bride is aware that the speed and content of her "thank
you's" reflect directly on the family she comes from and the one
she's marrying into. We also write notes for expressions of
condolences or hospitality.
Unfortunately, as well brought up as we are, we often fail to say
thank you to the One who gives us our greatest gift--life and it's
many blessings. Many years ago ten lepers were healed and only one
turned back to give thanks. His "thank you note" got the Lord's
attention. He even put it in the Bible.
The Word tells us to give thanks, and not just before our evening
meal. Maybe, like me, you've been guilty of neglecting a "thank you".
A whispered prayer was answered. You're grateful, and you're
enjoying the gift, but you just never got around to expressing
your appreciation. If so, why not stop right now and dash off a
note, thanking the Lord for His provision. Like our mamas would
say, "even a belated thank you is better than none at all."
~Shellie
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~~Southern Exchange~~
Your letters:
Hi Shellie,
A few weeks ago the porch was talking about keeping squirrels away
from bird feeders. It's nearly impossible! But, you can keep them
from destroying your feeders. I would recommend "Droll Yankee"
feeders. (OK, I know it has "yankee" in the name, but just try to
overlook that!) They are virtually indestructible, and they have
a lifetime warranty. Even against squirrels!
I guess this sounds like an ad, but I have no connection with this
company, except as a satisfied customer! Just thought I'd tell the porch.
Oh, and I'm still enjoying your newsletter.
Karen White
Birmingham, AL
http://www.naturalimpulse.com
(Dear Karen, I didn't think you were advertising at all, and I think
I can overlook the Yankee in the name if I try real hard. *grin*
Thanks for writing in with a tip for the porch. ~Hugs, Shellie)
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Dear Shellie:
When reading your story of buttermilk, I remembered my Dad doing
the same thing to my brother & me. Except the last time my Dad
did it, it backfired on him. After gulping a big swig of the yucky
buttermilk, my brother spewed it out all over that evening's dinner
sitting on the table.
Kay
Lake Providence, La.
(Dear Kay, I can see why you said it was the "last" time. I kinda
wish we'd thought of it. By the way, you might want to keep reading.
It seems this was a widespread behavior. ~Hugs, Shellie)
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Dear Shellie,
I heard a good southern funny. Did you know that in the
book "Gone with the Wind" Melanie's pregnancy lasted twenty-one
months, based on the battles mentioned? I read that when this was
pointed out to author Margaret Mitchell, she reportedly replied
that a Southerner's pace is slower than that of a Yankee.
Kimberly Siddon
Morgantown, North Carolina
(Dear Kimberly, I love your funny! Although, on behalf of all women
everywhere I'd like to say how grateful I am that it doesn't take
that long in the real world. Can I hear an amen? ~Hugs, Shellie)
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My dear Shellie,
I can just see the expression on your Dad's face as he eagerly awaited
one of y'all to drink the buttermilk. It reminded me of an incident at
our home. Only my husband, Neal, and Greg, my oldest son, like liver.
This particular evening, I had Chicken Fried Liver for them and Chicken
Fried Steak for my youngest son, Woody, and me. Well, Neal decided we
should play the same sort of switch trick on Woody. (The liver did look
like the Fried Steak.) Woody, who was about ten at the time, proceeded
to cut off a bite and dip it into his catsup before popping it in his
mouth. Let's just say that it didn't stay there long.
Keep up the good work. We love you, your website and your weekly
updates.
Peggy Duncan
West Monroe
PS. Neal still uses the mug, soap & brush when he shaves. He
dislikes all electric shavers.
(Dear Aunt Peggy, Poor Woody! I'm on his side on this one. Thanks for
writing in to the porch and thanks for your support. Everyone should
have family members in the wings cheering them on, right?)
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Hi Shellie,
I found your site looking for southern quotes, and info on antebellum
homes. My southern roots are firmly planted in Virginia soil! Thank you
again for having me. I look forward to a lot of porch talk! Oh, just to
brag a little, I'm the proud grandmother of two girls, Karyn 10, Gabbrielle
6, and one grandson, John Dalton 6 months!
Dixie
Virginia
(Dear Dixie, In case you haven't heard, braggin' is expected on
the All Things Southern porch. Now, I'm happy you went looking for
quotes and pretty houses and found me instead. Please, find a comfortable
spot on the porch and stick around. We have a lot of fun here.)
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Dear Shellie,
Well, you can tell Virginia Coon that there is another NYC'er in the group -
me! By the way, there's an old joke about how you know it's Fall in NYC -
you can hear the muggers coming!
Kathy
New York, NY
(Dear Kathy, You told her for me! I loved the joke. You New Yorkers
have a great sense of humor. ~Hugs, Shellie)
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~~A Southern Definition~~
A few days ago, on one of my afternoon walks, I thought I saw a fuzzy
wuzzy worm. I even backed up to look again. Drats! It was something a
lot less desirable. I'll let you use your imagination. Speaking of
fuzzy wuzzy, I don't know who authored the poem that bore his name,
but everyone I knew could recite it. Maybe you've slept one too many
times to recall the words, or maybe you're a little too grown-up to
admit you still know them. Regardless, I'll be happy to do the honors
for the porch. "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a worm, Fuzzy Wuzzy liked to squirm,
Fuzzy Wuzzy crossed the street-oohey, gooey, hamburger meat." And on
that note, we're ready for today's southern definition, which reads...
"If you were too squeamish to let a Fuzzy Wuzzy worm crawl in your
hand...you could have been a girly-girl."
--Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
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