August 2012
1 post
Iron meets Carolina
Prelude. Quite recently, I had to say goodbye to an amazing young woman from Northern Ireland, who has become one of my dearest friends over the past year. She has meant a lot to me this year and I have to tell you the story about when she came home with me for Christmas. Can you imagine? A girl from Northern Ireland coming to a rural South Carolina Christmas?? Crazy.
Story. On our way to the...
July 2012
5 posts
Trapped.....
Ever been to a sleazy motel? You know the ones that have wood paneling, furniture still from the 70s and 80s, and smell like old cigarette buts? If you haven’t, you’ll probably judge me and my family during the next few minutes that it takes you to read this, BUT I’m sure you’ve done something sleazy…so don’t judge too hard. However, if you have, you know that...
Golden Girls in a Cloud of Smoke
Background: My Mama Smith is the mother of my mother…Marjorie Smith was her name. She passed away when I was in kindergarden, so I don’t really have a lot of memories of her. However, she was a tough, caring lady that loved her family and loved to smoke (common theme). During her later years in life, she hired a lady by the name of Linda. Linda was an African American lady who...
Mustard Pick-Up Truck
So today as I made my lunch and as I began to spread a small layer of wonderful Honey Dijon mustard on one slice of my tasty whole grain bread, I thought about my dad’s old old pick-up truck. The truck was no bigger than a car, a manual, and had spots of rust coming through the mustard yellow paint. It was my dad’s pride and joy. I can’t remember if it was a Chevrolet or a...
Mama: An Introduction
I love how in today’s world, cigarettes automatically spark a negative reaction. However, when I see grey smoke rising into the air and the smell of burning tobacco, my mind races towards a pack of Marlboro Reds being smoked in a light blue Lumina…by my grandma.
Elaine Catoe was born in Jefferson, SC and lived there til the day she passed away on October 10th, 2002. She was the...
Buster...a man's best friend
BUSTER what can I say about the lovable, yet filthy animal that became a friend. Growing up, I spent many a winter/fall morning at the pig pen with my family…slaughtering. We did it old school…lure the swine in with his favorite snack…wait til he’s still…and shoot. No suffering. Just a little twitch and it was done. But not for Buster. Buster never had to feel...
May 2012
23 posts
