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May 16, 2019

Church

For those of us who choose to worship in small churches, at least those in southwest Georgia, our responsibilities are clearly defined. There are so few of us, we all have to do most everything.  Like – everything.    

At Elmodel Presbyterian, at the corner of Georgia Highway 37 and Jericho Road, each woman who so chooses, whether a member or not, signs up at the beginning of each year to be the Hostess for a Month. Don’t get too excited. There is no plaque, or honorable mention in the church bulletin, or even a special monogrammed apron for the said hostess.

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Wednesday

March 28, 2019

Wednesday

Once when I was working a temp job in LaGrange, a co-worker remarked that my childhood sounded like an episode of The Andy Griffith Show.  He was right.  It really was. Mama and Daddy did everything they could to make it so.  

In the field adjacent to Nanny and Pops’ yard was a fire-tower manned by Mrs. Irma Collins.  Miss Irma climbed the seemingly innumerable flights of stairs up to the tiptop of the tower, where she watched, mostly in the late spring and early summer, for forest fires.  She carried a small cooler with her lunch inside and not much else. It was rare that she came down from the fire-tower until time to go home.

Trucks run awfully fast on the highway that separates our house from Nanny and Pops’.  So, most of the time, Mama would walk me to the road where Pops would be waiting on the other side.  If Miss Irma was working in the fire-tower though, I was allowed to cross the highway by myself, only after calling to her as a lookout.  

Standing on the edge of our yard, I’d call up to the little office at the top of the tower, “MISS IRMA?  MISS IRRRMMMAAAA??” She’d stick her head out the window, look up and down the highway for me and shout back, “Go ahead Little Un.”  I’d run across the road to Pops waiting on the swing in the front yard.

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Thank You Gold Peak Tea

January 28, 2019

Thank You Gold Peak Tea
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Not so long ago, a big company did a nice thing for a little family.  Way Down Deep wants to say thank you and acknowledge how little things can mean a whole lot. In this episode, Jamie and Elizabeth talk about the kindness of the folks at Gold Peak Tea during their recovery efforts of hurricane Michael.


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Annie Elizabeth

January 24, 2019

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I imagine it was hot.  Summer in south Georgia is something to behold.  Just walking across a yard makes me feel like a lit candle  – melting by degrees.

She sweats through her day dress, big dark circles appear on mousey-brown fabric, soft from washing and washing again.  If there had been a breeze, the wet circles under her arms, across her breasts, and the band soaked around her waistline might have provided some cooling relief, but there was no breeze.  Just oppressive, thick, wet heat. No rain in sight. The dogs rarely left their wallowed ruts under the house, as summer slunk its way into fall.

It was an ordinary day – a day full of chores:  cooking, washing, cleaning, churning, feeding chickens, sweeping yards, tending to hot, fussy children.  An unremarkable day and yet around 140 years later, it’s one of the only stories I know about her. Continue Reading

Cube Farm

January 23, 2019

Cube Farm
Way Down Deep

 
 
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Cube farms are full of intrigue, drama, and even comedy when Elizabeth is listening on the other side of the wall.  In this episode, Elizabeth and Jamie talk about her experience in a cube farm and grinding it out for that all important family health insurance plan! Characters abound in this episode of Way Down Deep: The Podcast.

Thank You Sean Dietrich

January 18, 2019

Thank You Sean Dietrich
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 Sean Dietrich, aka Sean of the South, is a large talent.  His incredibly perceptive musings and descriptions about the South and it’s personalities are right on target. Give a quick listen to what is a rather inadequate thank you for a super, large gift.  Thank you Sean Dietrich for serendipities at Christmas! If you haven’t already, start following Sean Dietrich today. You won’t regret it.  I sure didn’t!


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Birthday Boy

January 16, 2019

Birthday Boy
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At fourteen years old, Jeremiah O’Driscoll stowed away on a boat headed to Boston for a chance at a better life.  What does an ancient ancestor have to do with an 8 year old’s birthday?  This weeks episode of Way Down Deep: “Birthday Boy” explains it all.

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Christmas Meniscus

January 3, 2019

“Mama, I’m hungry.” If I had a quarter for every time this was bellowed down our hallway, whispered into my ear, or declared aloud at the exact moment I finally sat down from any number of chores, I’d be a millionaire.  

After nearly two weeks at home over the holidays with my boys, I’m convinced one of the reasons I am not a millionaire is because Jamie and I feed two children every three hours. They go through food like a buzzsaw through plywood.   Continue Reading

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Hamsters and the Virgin Mary

December 13, 2018

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The hamster was not my idea. The hamster was Ginny’s idea and somehow, she roped Jamie’s sister Keisha into it, too.

Colin had been asking for a kitten, but we already have a dog. Paisley, our miniature schnauzer, was bought for Jack after he turned three. Buddies for the last 11 years, Paisley follows Jack from room to room, sleeps at the foot of Jack’s bed and gets antsy when Jack isn’t home.

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Someday House

November 29, 2018

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When Ginny and I were around thirteen, Mama and Daddy started giving us someday house presents: a set of pewter candlesticks, iced tea glasses, a piece of silver. I romanticized the gifts, of course, and thought of them as a kind of modern dowry.  

When Jamie and I moved into our first apartment, I unpacked those someday house treasures from my steamer trunk, where they’d been stored since I was a teenager.  As a new bride, there were lots of happy dreams in each candlestick, hand-carved wooden bowl and tablecloth I put on our very first mantle, bookcase and kitchen table. Continue Reading