Bellamy Brothers’ Florida Christmas

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Growing up in Florida we usually had warm weather for the Christmas holidays. We still sang ‘Frosty the Snowman’ and ‘White Christmas,’ but we didn’t relate to the lyrics of those songs as much as our friends up North did.

Being raised in an extremely rural area on a cattle ranch, our family made up some of our own Christmas traditions that we dutifully repeated every year. Our mom and a couple of our aunts congregated in the kitchen each Christmas Eve to fry up cornbread to make stuffing for the Christmas turkey, along with delicious pies, cakes and cookies for the big day.

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Hank Cochran’s Christmas Tale

Hank Cochran

Hank Cochran

“As a child, I lived with my grandparents and we were very poor. Every year I would hear the other kids talking about Christmas trees and presents – and I really didn’t understand why we didn’t have those things.

We talked about Jesus, but His birthday wasn’t a gift-giving occasion at our small home in Mississippi. One year when I was six or seven, I finally got up the nerve to ask my grandmother why we didn’t celebrate Christmas like everyone else. Her answer was, “You just have to believe.”

Well, that was pretty heady thinking for a kid, but I wanted presents like all of the other kids – so I began to concentrate – and believe.

That Christmas Eve, Grandmother reminded me of my promise to believe, and I went to bed that night praying for “Christmas” with all my might.

This post was submitted by Hank Cochran.

Country Added Helpful Ingredient to Tippy Canoe’s Influence Stew

By Tippy Canoe

Growing up in suburban Maryland our house was constantly filled with music: Pop, R&B, Stadium Rock and a great heaping spoonful of Country and Bluegrass. I soaked it all in and although I wouldn’t admit it at the time, because it was something my parents were into; I really liked a lot of the hillbilly music.

As I headed into my teenage years the standard scheduled rebellious phase set in and my nails, lips, and hair miraculously turned black; the switch for melodrama was flicked on and I fell in love with the sounds blasted by my local college radio station.

This post was submitted by Tippy Canoe.