Whoops! What happened? Seems like it was just yesterday when I made
my last entry, and almost a whole year has gone by. I am truly sorry to
have been so tardy. I promise it won't happen again.
This blogging is very new to me and quite honestly, I got busy and
life got in my way. There were chickens to work with, gardens to plant,
hunting areas to work on, Holidays to plan and enjoy, deer to hunt, and
fish to catch and friends and family to be with. I got so envolved I plum forgot to write
it down.
I promise to write every day from now on, and include as many photos as possible.
My lack of computer skills has shown on this blog, but I will strive to improve
this venue for everyones enjoyment.
Thanks for baring with me while I learn how to do this. It's getting late so I better sign off.
I have to put Mr Jingles to bed, and I'll soon follow.
See ya'll tomorrow, BRIGHT EYED & BUSHYTAILED!!!
Jim Cobb Coleman
FROGGY
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
TIME TRAVEL
Last Friday, my wife, Mom, and Dad took a trip back in time by traveling to Lumpkin, Ga. to the 1850 village of Westville. Since 1970 Westville has been a living museum of a lost way of Southern life and the day to day skills it took just to survive.
I first visited back in the 70's on a school field trip. I took both of my sons when they were about the same age. Today we walked its dirt roads and stepped into the log cabins. Smelled fresh cat-head bisquits cooking on an open hearth fire, and ate delicious apple-egg casserole. We talked to the re-enactors and asked questions about life 161 years ago.
Today they are having a craft day to let visitors come (mainly school kids) and learn old time skills. The blacksmiths demonstrated heating up,beating, and bending basic bar stock into everyday utensils. The kids learned to weave oak strips into baskets, how to make your own soap, and your own candles. The soap and candles were the skills I was most interested in today, as I plan on making my own at home.
"Big Momma" and my Mom enjoyed the farm house open hearth cooking the best. They said it was like watching a live 1850 version of the Food Channel. We visited all 30 of the buildings, and waved at the children as they rode the wagon that was pulled by a pair of mules through town. My Dad and I talked of old time farming, he grew up living a very similar life. He knows oh too well what its like walking behind a pair of those mules in the hot southern sun. He grew up being the son of a share cropper. He would get off the school bus, change clothes, and hit the fields everyday to help his Dad bring home a crop to live on.
He says this visit to Westville is nice, but its different when you had to live it. I know I can't go back and live like my Dad did, but most of my life I've tried to. I was born at least 100 years too late. I love farming for the table and raising my animals. There's nothing like gathering your own eggs and taking them to the table, or picking the peas you planted a few months before. I may never get the big acreage I dream of, or the chance to only farm, fish, and hunt for a living.....but I'll die trying!
I first visited back in the 70's on a school field trip. I took both of my sons when they were about the same age. Today we walked its dirt roads and stepped into the log cabins. Smelled fresh cat-head bisquits cooking on an open hearth fire, and ate delicious apple-egg casserole. We talked to the re-enactors and asked questions about life 161 years ago.
Today they are having a craft day to let visitors come (mainly school kids) and learn old time skills. The blacksmiths demonstrated heating up,beating, and bending basic bar stock into everyday utensils. The kids learned to weave oak strips into baskets, how to make your own soap, and your own candles. The soap and candles were the skills I was most interested in today, as I plan on making my own at home.
"Big Momma" and my Mom enjoyed the farm house open hearth cooking the best. They said it was like watching a live 1850 version of the Food Channel. We visited all 30 of the buildings, and waved at the children as they rode the wagon that was pulled by a pair of mules through town. My Dad and I talked of old time farming, he grew up living a very similar life. He knows oh too well what its like walking behind a pair of those mules in the hot southern sun. He grew up being the son of a share cropper. He would get off the school bus, change clothes, and hit the fields everyday to help his Dad bring home a crop to live on.
He says this visit to Westville is nice, but its different when you had to live it. I know I can't go back and live like my Dad did, but most of my life I've tried to. I was born at least 100 years too late. I love farming for the table and raising my animals. There's nothing like gathering your own eggs and taking them to the table, or picking the peas you planted a few months before. I may never get the big acreage I dream of, or the chance to only farm, fish, and hunt for a living.....but I'll die trying!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
SNOW AND A FROGGY DAY
RIB IT, RIB IT!!! Early this morning it was a froggy(foggy) start to the day. Not real bad where you can't see, but a kind of a low spooky fog like the ghosts are out and hovering through the hills and hollows. It was low to the ground so it burnt off quickly as the sun climbed up in the sky.
I stopped by the U.S.D.A. Dept. to see if they had any info on dairy/meat goat programs and the possibility of any grants. They said they were unaware of any such critters. Oh well, it's not the first time I've been told no, and it won't be the last. I'll just have to figure out something on my own.
I want to get some more goats and try to make some money with milk, butter, cheese, and the occaisional meat purchase. I figure with the growing number of immigrants the demand would be there. I also want to sell some eggs as my chickens fire up production. We normally have more than my family can use. So why not?
My lovely wife, a.k.a. "Big Momma", told me she was ready to plant our herb garden and for me to have everything ready when she got home. I went to the compost bin and dug up 4 - 5 gallon buckets full of potting soil. Iwent down to the barn and got the seeds, hand trowels, clay pots, and styrofoam cups. An old coke tray will be used to hold the cups.
When she got home and changed clothes, she filled 5 or 6 pots with cilantro and I set out 6 cups of beefsteak tomatoes and 6 or 7 cups of Doe Hill peppers. While we were working, the wind got up pretty good and it started "snowing" . The wind blew hard enough to tear the white blooms of my Bradford pear trees off. Even though it's March in Alabama it looked like a snowstorm. I wish it was Fall. As it is, my pickup is half pollen yellow & half snow white from the blooms.
Welcome to Springtime in Dixie!!
Jim Cobb
I stopped by the U.S.D.A. Dept. to see if they had any info on dairy/meat goat programs and the possibility of any grants. They said they were unaware of any such critters. Oh well, it's not the first time I've been told no, and it won't be the last. I'll just have to figure out something on my own.
I want to get some more goats and try to make some money with milk, butter, cheese, and the occaisional meat purchase. I figure with the growing number of immigrants the demand would be there. I also want to sell some eggs as my chickens fire up production. We normally have more than my family can use. So why not?
My lovely wife, a.k.a. "Big Momma", told me she was ready to plant our herb garden and for me to have everything ready when she got home. I went to the compost bin and dug up 4 - 5 gallon buckets full of potting soil. Iwent down to the barn and got the seeds, hand trowels, clay pots, and styrofoam cups. An old coke tray will be used to hold the cups.
When she got home and changed clothes, she filled 5 or 6 pots with cilantro and I set out 6 cups of beefsteak tomatoes and 6 or 7 cups of Doe Hill peppers. While we were working, the wind got up pretty good and it started "snowing" . The wind blew hard enough to tear the white blooms of my Bradford pear trees off. Even though it's March in Alabama it looked like a snowstorm. I wish it was Fall. As it is, my pickup is half pollen yellow & half snow white from the blooms.
Welcome to Springtime in Dixie!!
Jim Cobb
SNUFF AND BUTTER
We are down one vehicle today. I think the fuel pump on our little pickup truck is going out, so I'll have double duty today. I've got to carry one to school and one to work.
I ran some errands and swung by Mom and Dad's. Mom had some presents for me. My Grandmother's butter churn, a metal water dipper, and an old Peach snuff can. The churn I know is over 100 years old. It's great to have some of my families heirlooms. My Grandma had 8 children so I never had much that was hers.
Now when I see or use the old churn it will help me remember Grandma. We use to go fishing when I was a little boy. She loved going catfishing. She loved her family, and she loved her snuff. She made the best chicken and dumplins you ever tasted!! If you didn't think so, just ask her she'd tell you so!!!
I miss Ma.
Jim Cobb
I ran some errands and swung by Mom and Dad's. Mom had some presents for me. My Grandmother's butter churn, a metal water dipper, and an old Peach snuff can. The churn I know is over 100 years old. It's great to have some of my families heirlooms. My Grandma had 8 children so I never had much that was hers.
Now when I see or use the old churn it will help me remember Grandma. We use to go fishing when I was a little boy. She loved going catfishing. She loved her family, and she loved her snuff. She made the best chicken and dumplins you ever tasted!! If you didn't think so, just ask her she'd tell you so!!!
I miss Ma.
Jim Cobb
Monday, March 21, 2011
A VISIT TO THE HUNTING CLUB
One child had to work, one stayed home. "Big Momma" wanted to go to the hunting club to see what the property looked like. The foresters are select cutting our 2,500 acre land lease. So away we go! We spent the day checking in on the boys, riding over the property, and visiting with my cousin "Hawkeye".
We took our Boston Terrier "Mr. Jingles" with us so he could enjoy running around camp. Late Saturday evening, we grilled hamburgers, pork chops, and corn on the cobb wrapped in foil with onions and peppers. "Big Momma" fixed Spainish rice with buttered garlic bread for supper.
It was a late night, but worth the trip. I miss the woods after hunting season is over. It was nice to be back. The moon was supposed to be the largest full moon it has been in 18 years. But somehow it paled in its beauty next to "Big Momma" standing next to the grill.
P.S.- Please bare with me a lot of photos are coming as soon as this ole boy can learn from his Sons how to post them.
Jim Cobb Coleman
We took our Boston Terrier "Mr. Jingles" with us so he could enjoy running around camp. Late Saturday evening, we grilled hamburgers, pork chops, and corn on the cobb wrapped in foil with onions and peppers. "Big Momma" fixed Spainish rice with buttered garlic bread for supper.
It was a late night, but worth the trip. I miss the woods after hunting season is over. It was nice to be back. The moon was supposed to be the largest full moon it has been in 18 years. But somehow it paled in its beauty next to "Big Momma" standing next to the grill.
P.S.- Please bare with me a lot of photos are coming as soon as this ole boy can learn from his Sons how to post them.
Jim Cobb Coleman
Friday, March 18, 2011
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!
As a graduate of St. Patrick's School in Bullfrog Bottom, Alabama I enjoy St. Pat's Day. I try to listen to some Irish tunes, wear the mandatory green color of the day, and finish up by watching, in my opinion, the best "Leprechaun" movie ever made, the Quiet Man with John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara.
I stopped off at Hubbard's Grocery Store and picked up some yeast and a bread pan. This weekend "Big Momma" and I are going to try our hand at making some homemade bread. While I was there I got a call from my cousin and best friend "Hawkeye". He was going to our hunting club for the weekend and needed some wood pallets for firewood. We use them to start our campfires.
"Hawkeye" is 5 years younger than me. I remember the day they brought him home from being born. We have played, camped, hunted, fished, married, divorced, drank, fought, cussed, and cried together. He's the only man, other than my Father, I trust.
Looking in the mirror tonight, I see my Daddy coming on in my face. I know one day he'll be gone as so many of our family members are. It's comforting to know that I'll still have someone to help me remember one day. Hopefully we'll have more tales to tell then too.
I stopped off at Hubbard's Grocery Store and picked up some yeast and a bread pan. This weekend "Big Momma" and I are going to try our hand at making some homemade bread. While I was there I got a call from my cousin and best friend "Hawkeye". He was going to our hunting club for the weekend and needed some wood pallets for firewood. We use them to start our campfires.
"Hawkeye" is 5 years younger than me. I remember the day they brought him home from being born. We have played, camped, hunted, fished, married, divorced, drank, fought, cussed, and cried together. He's the only man, other than my Father, I trust.
Looking in the mirror tonight, I see my Daddy coming on in my face. I know one day he'll be gone as so many of our family members are. It's comforting to know that I'll still have someone to help me remember one day. Hopefully we'll have more tales to tell then too.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
A FARM JOB
This morning "Big Momma" had a Dr's appointment,so I got to play chauffeur. Nothings wrong, its just a regular checkup. After the appointment, we grabbed some lunch and I took her to work. Since I brought her to work I'd have to pick her up and take her home this evening. Since I had some time to kill in between I went by and checked in on my Mom and Dad . They were fussing a little with each other so I knew they were doing fine.
My next stop was at the County Extension Office. I am a Master Gardener through them and I needed some info. I own some goats and I've been wanting to improve and expand my herd. I would like to get into dairy/meat goats instead of the brush cutters I have.
After saying HOWDY with old friends, I got what I came for. A copy of the Alabama Meat Goat & Sheep Producers Small Ruminant Pocket Guide, and some important phone numbers for other offices and people who might could point me in the right direction.
Since I'm a poor country farmer I might be eligible for a grant that could help me start my goat operation. They have such programs in other counties, why not mine? It's worth looking into , besides the worst that could happen is they tell me no. I haven't had much luck finding a job lately, maybe I could wind up working for myself on the farm. That would be heaven! Finally a job I could love.
My next stop was at the County Extension Office. I am a Master Gardener through them and I needed some info. I own some goats and I've been wanting to improve and expand my herd. I would like to get into dairy/meat goats instead of the brush cutters I have.
After saying HOWDY with old friends, I got what I came for. A copy of the Alabama Meat Goat & Sheep Producers Small Ruminant Pocket Guide, and some important phone numbers for other offices and people who might could point me in the right direction.
Since I'm a poor country farmer I might be eligible for a grant that could help me start my goat operation. They have such programs in other counties, why not mine? It's worth looking into , besides the worst that could happen is they tell me no. I haven't had much luck finding a job lately, maybe I could wind up working for myself on the farm. That would be heaven! Finally a job I could love.
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