north georgia on my mind; I see old people: do they see me?
Todd reunion: walking through the undergrowth with my cousins, as unrecognizable as I am to them after 40 years; wading creeks with mossy, slippery rocks; getting lost with my mother when we fell behind to pee; hysterical laughter and blackberry bramble scratches; Blair Witch project moments; car stuck in the mud at the old farm, Lost Hollow. We were soaking wet and I changed clothes in the yard of people I don't know. They were nice enough to ignore me.
Gooch reunion: singing hymns in the Mt. Airy Church, Suches, GA. Once again tempted to shout out "Hail Satan," but restrained myself.
All these Gooches with backwoods accents or mainstreamed English speakers teaching at Middlebury; long long table of the kind of food that destroyed my metabolism in the first place; out in the graveyard where my great-greats are I looked at the broken pedestal of the tombstone that was knocked down years ago--I stole the slab so it wouldn't erode away in the woods, but the pedestal is so heavy that stealing it is a problem.
Blacks still don't come much to this neck of the woods--north of the infamous Forsyth Co. At least these mountain folk weren't slave owners. But they weren't open minded, either.
I didn't eat boiled peanuts but I bought sourwood honey and my mother bought sorghum syrup at a roadside stand. good stuff. of course we fought like badgers on this little trip and after we got home again. she blames me; i blame her. her transformation is making me sad. and vices versa i'm sure.
Gooch reunion: singing hymns in the Mt. Airy Church, Suches, GA. Once again tempted to shout out "Hail Satan," but restrained myself.
All these Gooches with backwoods accents or mainstreamed English speakers teaching at Middlebury; long long table of the kind of food that destroyed my metabolism in the first place; out in the graveyard where my great-greats are I looked at the broken pedestal of the tombstone that was knocked down years ago--I stole the slab so it wouldn't erode away in the woods, but the pedestal is so heavy that stealing it is a problem.
Blacks still don't come much to this neck of the woods--north of the infamous Forsyth Co. At least these mountain folk weren't slave owners. But they weren't open minded, either.
I didn't eat boiled peanuts but I bought sourwood honey and my mother bought sorghum syrup at a roadside stand. good stuff. of course we fought like badgers on this little trip and after we got home again. she blames me; i blame her. her transformation is making me sad. and vices versa i'm sure.