Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I Piddled All The Way Down To DixieLand ;)

Hello, Dear Ones! Well, I must tell you something...I'm back from piddlin' but before I stopped piddlin' , Mr. Precious, Mother and I ended up in Alabama! Yes, we did. We piddled all the way to DixieLand.
The rhododendrons were piddlin'...
They were piddlin' so much there was even a rhododendron piddlin' festival!
These pointy flowered hydrangeas were piddlin'...
Piddle on most beautiful ones!
The peonies were piddlin' pink all over the place!
My home town was just a piddlin'...do you know where this is? You probably don't, so I'll tell you. This is Fort Payne, Alabama, my tiny little home town where the country group Alabama is all from.
What in the world were we doin' just a piddlin' in Alabama? Well, I was piddlin' with my cousins on my Daddy's side! We had a cousin reunion. My mother is the only aunt (or uncle :) who is still living! My daddy was the youngest of seven children. He had only one brother and five sisters. One sister had five children and all the rest only had one each! So there are not many of us left. Now as you observe the picture, you can see I'm the youngest and most gorgeous one of the bunch! :) You really must know I'm kidding! But it was so much fun to gather and visit and catch up. Everyone is all spread out - well, they're all in Alabama except me. I hadn't seen one of my cousins in over 30 years!

The cousin standing next to me was always my hero - he was a big ole rock 'n roll disc jockey during the 60s and just gave me so many little discarded 45 records from the radio station, which I still have. The next cuz played in a little rock and roll band with Jeff Cook from the group Alabama when he was in high school. My cuz went on to other things and well, Jeff Cook became famous! The man cuz sitting by mother is a dear and he drove my family home from the hospital after I was born. My only girl cuz is a marvelous cook and she has supplied me with cook books from her church my entire married life!

I guess you've noticed, I did not get the "tall" gene all my cousins have. Shoot! Oh, well, I got the looks! :) <---I really am kidding, I just couldn't help myself! I'll tell you more of our adventures later. I have to unpack and wash the dirty clothes! Shoot! Don't you just hate that?!

Be a bunch of sweeties, Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

My Home's In Alabama

Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night

Had to learn about the ladies, too young to understand
Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away
To some other guitar picker in some other late night place

Yeah, held on to my music, I let the ladies walk away
Took my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L.A.
Up to New York City all across the USA
I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say that my

Home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred

What keeps me goin' I don't really know
Can't be the money Lord knows I'm always broke
Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood
When the people really love ya and let you know when it's good

Oh I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please
I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me
And someday when I make it, when love finds a way
Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain
I'll just smile with pride and say that my


Home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred

And my home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred
Southern born and Southern bred
~sung by Alabama