Man in the Blue Moon

Just a couple of years ago, I was browsing in a bookstore and found a Michael Morris book titled A Place Called Wiregrass. Well written books about Alabama and the South are my favorite reads, so the book came home with me. I finished it quickly and loved it so much that I searched out and read everything Mr. Morris had published. They were all good. Very good.

A new book by Michael Morris, Man in the Blue Moon, was released recently. I ordered it from Amazon as soon as it was offered for sale, and tried not to be impatient until it came. It was so worth the wait.

I have never been to Apalachicola, Florida, but after reading this book, I feel like I know the people and area so well that I could be at home there. Set in late World War I, the book leads us through hard-time struggles intensified by the ignorance and harshness that was a part of everyday living in that time and place. It demonstrates the power of family and friends who bond together to do what has to be done.

This book will make you laugh, cry, get extremely angry, and be awed by the strength of the characters. There's some folklore, some magic, and some unforgettable people. I hope you will read it, experience it, and appreciate it as much as I did.

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Amish in Stantonville, Tennessee

Last week, my sis and her hub went with us to the Amish community near Stantonville, Tennessee. It was a beautiful day, and we love driving to new places and finding new treasures. We enjoy these mini-trips we take together, where we giggle a lot and get caught up on everything. Also, the squirrels ate all our tomatoes, so we needed to find some to buy. You know the food you are buying is fresh when they bring it from the field while you are standing there waiting for it. Here is part of what we brought home, and it was all delicious. Stantonville is located in McNairy County, Tennessee, northwest of Shiloh National Military Park.

Holy Smoke Pie

I think it was in the late seventies that I first had Holy Smoke Pie. It was at a party at Debra Morris Harville's house. After we ate, Debra had to give the recipe to everyone there. I came home and made it for my family, and it has been a favorite since then. I always make it at holiday dinners, because I believe tradition is important. It has become a favorite of our granddaughters. I've heard it called Chocolate Delight, Four-Layer Chocolate Dessert, and other odd things. We call it Holy Smoke. Here is how I make it: Chop us a cup of pecans; set aside. Add a stick of softened butter (NOT margarine) to one cup of self-rising flour. Cut the butter into the flour. Add the chopped pecans, and work it all together. Save two tablespoons of the pecans to sprinkle on top. Pour into a 9" x 12" pan that has been sprayed with cooking oil. Spread it over the bottom of the pan. It helps to use your hands (or hand, if you have t

Cedar Trees in Cemeteries

If you ever wander in old cemeteries, and I know many of you do, you are bound to see some cedar trees. The tradition goes back to the early days of the United States and even earlier in Europe. Cedar trees were not always used, but some type of evergreen trees were planted because they were a symbol of everlasting life. Some Cherokees believed that cedars contained powerful spirits, including the spirits of the departed buried beneath them. Perhaps because they are known as burial trees, there are many superstitions that surround cedars. My grandmother told us in no uncertain terms that if we planted a cedar tree, we would die when it was large enough to shade our graves. Some others are: Never transplant a cedar tree; it will bring bad luck. If you transplant a cedar and it dies, you will die shortly. Planting a cedar tree in your yard welcomes poverty. Some say Christ was crucified on a cedar tree, and will bring bad luck if you burn it. If a cedar tree com

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