Country Stars Unite at Bama Rising Benefit Concert for Alabama Storm Victims

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Bama Rising Lineup

Birmingham, AL (June 14th, 2011) – A line up of mostly Alabama native stars came together at Birmingham’s BJCC Arena on June 14th to raise money and spirits for those ravaged by recent tornados. On April 27th, over 75% of the state of Alabama was devastated by a bizarre and vicious series of storms.

Among the areas hit especially hard was Tuscaloosa. A remarkable video of that tornado is at the end of this posting.


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Rare, Father-Daughter, Tender Christmas Moment

Mount Scott Near Lawton Oklahoma
Mount Scott near Lawton, Oklahoma
Photo by C. Packer

By Rev. Danny Scott

I remember when I was still a very young child, my dad’s mother, my grandmother, Alice Watson, came to live with us in our small home in Shannon, Alabama (now called Oxmoor Valley and Ross Bridge).

Granny Scott, as I sometimes called her, was a native Arapaho Souix Indian from the area of Lawton Oklahoma and Fort Sill.   In 1876, my Grandpaw Monroe Scott purchased her.   He  traded 7 horses for her.  She was only 13 years old at the time.

Grandmaw’s Indian name was Little Feather, but Grandpaw Monroe changed her name to Alice Watson.

He brought her by covered wagon to Chilton County in the town of Thorsby, Alabama.

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This post was submitted by Rev. Danny Scott.

Alabama and the Fine Art of Yard Rollin’

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By Grant Langston

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“The Country” means a hundred different things to a hundred different people. To me, it has always meant freedom.

There’s something about the lack of people and the open space that gives you an opportunity to stretch out and have an adventure. As a teenager that meant the ability to get into trouble without having someone on your back. Blow something up. Build a potato gun and shoot it at cars that whizzed by on Hwy 36. Build a tree house in the woods and use it as a base of operations for pine cone battles, runs to the bootlegger, or a place to stash our Playboy or OUI Magazines (which we pronounced as “O-U-I”, having no idea that it was French).

The country meant that in the summer you said goodbye to your mom at 7am and you got home when the streetlights came on. What you did in the intervening 13 hours was between you, your little brother, and whatever gang of boys you were running with that day.  You were 12-years-old.  You solved your own problems.  You made your own fun.
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This post was submitted by Grant Langston.