theological (sometimes) reflections from an educated hillbilly, father, husband, backyard farmer, point of view all the while serving pound for pound the best American Baptist Church in the land.
24 January 2008
I never in a million years believed I would have kids who were born outside of Appalachia, #1 was born in Beckley while #2 and #3 were both born in Providence. If you listen close to their speech patterns you can easily detect which is from where. #1 will occasionally slip a little twang into her speech while #2 is all the time dropping vowels and adding "hah" to the middle of words. But the other day beat all I ever heard.
While looking at a picture in a book, he called hey dad look I found Walder. That's right not Waldo, but Walder. Oh brother.