A REMBERAMBLE FOR SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 2025 (There is a bug or gremlin in the system this morning. It keeps showing that I have deleted this picture of Daddy from yesterday and replaced it with the image of me and the boyz watching a sunrise.) It is a very fine Saturday morning taking shape here in the Greater Garfield-Canoochee Metropolitan Area. It was chilly overnight and pleasant, and we awoke to a fine sunrise, and took a quick walk with the boyz. I have learned since

A REMEMBERAMBLE, November 28, 2025 If you survived yesterday's dinner, raise your hand. As daddy would say, "we took on a bate." I hope the Lord honors feasting as well as fasting, because I surely feasted yesterday, as many of us did. There have been many myths about overindulging in food, one that is evidently false although it remains a stubborn myth to eradicate is about ancient Rome. It is told that the wealthy would indulge in feasting, and when they had gorged themselv

A BRIEF THANKSGIVING REMEMBERAMBLE Nov. 27, 2025 Happy Thanksgiving my friends. We almost all will overeat today, me included. There is something about a special dinner like these that sets us in good stead to face it with a heightened appetite. I wish I had Mrs. Carolyn Price's wonderful dressing for tomorrow, and some old time pickled peaches, some of the sourdough bread Judy made, some of the churn of fresh butter I used to churn for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner at he

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - I’m writing this from a quiet room along Lake Texoma, just a few miles from where my great-great-grandparents settled after leaving Tennessee for Texas. My family is gathered nearby at a lakeside cabin for Thanksgiving, but I’ve exiled myself thanks to a winter cold—the kind only a man can get. A full-blown, world-ending, buy-one-of-everything-in-the-pharmacy sort of cold. And when you’re out of town and can’t find your glasses, you just take one