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Post your personal tall tales of growing up in the country. Maybe you didn't grow up in the country! That's OK! You just need a memorable experience in a rural setting (e.g., summers on Grandpa's farm). All we ask is that you make it clean enough for a broader audience, and that it be at least 70% true! Just click on the "Tell Your Tall Tale!!!" link on the right under Menu, and tell us your tale!
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Dec 4th, 2009 Posted in Anecdote, Celebrity | no comment »
By Tippy Canoe
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.
Tags: Maryland, music
Dec 4th, 2009 Posted in Anecdote, Celebrity | no comment »
By Steven Casper
Steven Casper
I was 12 years old and living in Lagos, Nigeria. Our house was outside of the city near the ocean. There was not much else around. The bush (jungle) started across the street. It was so dense that it looked like a solid green wall. In the other direction about 2 miles, down a deserted road, was the ocean. Nigeria sits right on the equator and has a serious monsoon season that lasts for several months. The rains come everyday during this period at 3pm and lasts about a half hour. It’s a hard rain. Gray and impenetrable.
Nearly every day when school let out at noon I would grab my fishing gear, hop on my bike and ride out to the deserted pier at the end of the road.
Most of the time I would have a little luck, get on my bike and be back home before the rains came. But not on this day. I lost track of time enjoying the tranquility. And then I looked up and saw the rain. It was about a mile out and to my 12 year old eyes it looked like a giant steamroller.
I quickly grabbed my gear, ran to my bike and started pedaling for everything I was worth.
This post was submitted by Steven Casper.
Tags: music, Nigeria, Steven Casper
Dec 3rd, 2009 Posted in Celebrity, Heart Warmin' Tale (G) | no comment »
By Barry Scott
Editor’s Note: Barry Scott & Second Wind enter the holiday season as nominees for the prestigious, “Country, Southern, and Bluegrass Gospel Album of the Year” Grammy Award. Yet, Barry pauses to share with us some reflections on his upbringing, and what matters to him most … his family and his faith in Jesus, Christ.
When I was young my grandparents owned a farm outside of town. We would visit them regularly and spend time helping them take care of their animals.
This post was submitted by Barry Scott.
Tags: Barry Scott, Bible, Bluegrass, knife, music
