"you May Be Country If"

[trundlebug]

PollyWogs

[creekrat]

going sparkin.............

[PAPPY]

If you can still buy livermush and barbeque slaw at your local grocery store.

After a good meal, you say, "I'm as stuffed as a bullfrog."

About 90 percent of your church is your family.

You are eating an animal with pellets or buckshot in it and your pappy says, "Just eat round it."

You use leftover Halloween pumpkins for target practice.

[creekrat]

if you know what mountain oysters are..........

[PAPPY]

HUMMMMMM..Wonder how many do know what mountain oysters are Creek?

[norris]

Thanks for the ata-boy Boobie. Those shoes, and flashlight does bring back old memories. Can you relate to this first one?

*going to the bathroom at night in the winter required pulling the pot W/lid out from under the bed.
*going to a Revival meeting in a brush arbor.
*taking flowers to cematary on Decoration Day.
*putting cardboard in your shoe to cover up the hole in the sole.
*lard
*churnnig butter
*hamhocks & pinto beans, fried potatos, fried okra, cornbread, and buttermilk for supper
*when you went to bed in the winter, and got covered up with all the quilts, you couldn't move until moring (unless you needed that pot under the bed)
*going to town on Sat. was a big deal

Pappy; those mountain oysters are kin to turkey fries.

....your country when your back gate consists of an old back door mounted in a fiberglass panel fence.

.....your country when your bar-b-que grill is only 7" off the ground and has beer cans for legs!

[PAPPY]

NORRIS, Sounds as though you and I were raised in the same woods !!

[norris]

Pappy, your right; I think you lived just across the creek, and up the hill from us. Should we let everyone know that we lived so far back in the country that we didn't get the Grand Ole Opery until Tuesday night?
Pappy, just wanted to thank you again for starting this thread. I sure am enjoying it. I look forward to reading the new posts every day. It kind of makes me feel good inside just reminising the good times, and knowing there are good folks like you, and others that remember these things too, and share them with us. How I wish we could go back to those days, if only for just a little while. When a man's word,and a hand shake was better than any lawyers contract is today. When neighbors helpd each other instead of looking for a way to sue each other. When we could sleep at night in the summer with the doors, and windows open and didn't even think about burglers coming in. If someone in the family passed, every neighbor for a mile around brought in enough food to last for a week.
Those were truly the good ole days, and the best of times, and I'm thankful that I was fortunate enough to grow up during those times.