10-14-2005, 04:20 PM
I learned most of what I know growing up in the poor backwoods South.
I learned how to make paper and ink. I learned how to sew. I learned how to knit and crochet. I learned whatever I could from whomever would teach me.
Might sound funny in this modern age, because the South really has changed... But even back in the 50s and 60s many parts of the South were still using Colonial era technology. People either didn't have access to, or could not afford electricity. Phones were for the rich and socially snooty. People made just about everything themselves. Shoe polish, ink, soap, their clothes, everything. For a lot of folk, you didn't go out and just buy a table and chair... You made it, or you helped somebody that knew how to make it, or you made something important and you traded for it. There was a large section of the population that never actually made money... They made goods and traded for other goods they needed. Extreme poverty did not allow for buying what you needed.
Living that way as a child left deep roots in my life as an adult.
I learned how to make paper and ink. I learned how to sew. I learned how to knit and crochet. I learned whatever I could from whomever would teach me.
Might sound funny in this modern age, because the South really has changed... But even back in the 50s and 60s many parts of the South were still using Colonial era technology. People either didn't have access to, or could not afford electricity. Phones were for the rich and socially snooty. People made just about everything themselves. Shoe polish, ink, soap, their clothes, everything. For a lot of folk, you didn't go out and just buy a table and chair... You made it, or you helped somebody that knew how to make it, or you made something important and you traded for it. There was a large section of the population that never actually made money... They made goods and traded for other goods they needed. Extreme poverty did not allow for buying what you needed.
Living that way as a child left deep roots in my life as an adult.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."