Suzanne asked me a great question yesterday. This is from the comment she left-
In the south of my childhood the benches in front of the general store were referred to as the "Buzzard's Roost" because that's where all the old men whiled away the day, talking about old times and telling the tallest tales. Gee, are there any storytelling traditions out there anymore? My Uncle Murdoch could tell some terrific stories.
I love a good story. Really, aren't those the things that tie us all together as friends and families and weave the fabric of who we are. Stories, memories, histories. I've been raised on all sorts of tales- ghost stories that I've heard hundreds of times. Descriptions of days spent out in the tobacco fields, perfect descriptions (recipes) of the meals that were eaten after the long day in the field. Don't you love that expression the storyteller gets on their face when the words flood into their head and they can't wait to spit it all out- again and again. The smile that so often resides in the crooks of their mouth. Hey dad, tell us about that time...tell us about Aunt Ruby and how she could make a table walk...tell us about spooky place up at old Uncle Wankus' house.
I love stories. I can't leave without telling you the one thing about the old store that I do know, just one part of her story. Please forgive me Suzanne. When you first walk into the store there is a wood stove. Apparently, in the evenings the farmers would come around and they would pull up chairs around the fire and talk, and talk. Two of the old chairs are pictured below. Can you imagine the tall tales that were told? As it's been told to me, there were very few on these evening gatherings that didn't have some sort of beverage by the leg of their chair- a beverage wrapped ever so precisely in a brown paper bag. Oh the tales that must have been told.
So, I pose Suzanne's question to all of you today- Are there any storytelling traditions out there anymore? I think there are. Isn't that why we are all here- telling our stories. Today is certainly a day to think about stories, as we remember those that lost their lives on September 11, 2001. God bless the families that lost someone on this terrible day and God Bless America. We will never forget your stories. Please head over to Suzanne's blog today to read a special story about a special hero.