Memories Of Zebco Reels & Red Wrigglers Tom Poland Posted 3/30/2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI drive west, Georgia bound,and pass it yet again, a place that pulls at my heart. My father had a worm farm, and my grandfather’s country store had a minnow tank. Fishing meant everything to me...
Behind the Lens
Behind The Lens Tom Poland Posted 03/20/2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThirty-seven years ago I wrote “Worth The Wait,” a feature on photographing wildlife. South Carolina Wildlife magazine photographers Ted Borg, Robert Clark, and Phillip Jones gave me tips on seasons and subjects, cameras and lenses, film speed, light and color,...
We’re Sending You To …
We’re Sending You To … Tom Poland Posted 3/16/2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIn the 1960s my father visited the Central State Hospital in Georgia. He may have gone to visit a relative. I recall a heated family gathering in the dining room. A relative had the family up in arms....
The Joy Of Scholarships
The Joy Of Scholarships Tom Poland Posted 3/16/2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netAfter high school I hoped to land a scholarship to play football. I played first unit on the junior varsity ream and started three years on the varsity. Playing at a small college was a long shot at best....
The Home Place
The Home Place Tom Poland Posted 3/8/2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIt’s a scene Normal Rockwell would have liked. We see an old hand-dug well, a corncrib, and an outhouse. A fine old cedar leans back as if taking a gander at my camera and me. We time travel here where...
The Green Of Winter
The Green Of Winter Tom Poland Posted Feb. 28, 2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netPine pollen yellows my deck, but the green of winter colors my thoughts. Two things I like about winter. One, winter’s cold bones lay the land bare. You see things that go unnoticed when leaves flutter and...
Thirty Years—The Mountains To The Sea
Thirty Years—The Mountains To The Sea Tom Poland 1/21/23By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI remember the year well. 1984. It was my first year working as a staff writer for South Carolina Wildlife. I had just spent six years working in film for what would become DNR. Those six years opened...
A Walk In Winter Woods
A Walk In Winter Woods Tom Poland 2/14/2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI like boardwalks. Those that take you through protected natural areas. Several come to mind. The lovely boardwalk at Woods Bay takes you 1,150 feet through a cypress-tupelo swamp. Edisto Gardens’ 2,600-foot boardwalk also takes you through a cypress-tupelo...
We Need Tree Scholars
We Need Tree Scholars Tom Poland 1/24/23By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe January-February 2023 issue of South Carolina Wildlife magazine ran my story on Edgefield County’s Curryton Magnolia. The old tree’s close to being a state record magnolia but a magnolia with more state record potential lives at Hampton Plantation in...
A Writer’s Moon Tide Memories
A Writer’s Moon Tide Memories Tom Poland 1/23/23By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIt seems like yesterday though it was forty-five years. I took a job as a scriptwriter-cinematographer with the South Carolina Wildlife and Marine Resources Department. I put my Journalism degree to work, writing film scripts about blackwater rivers, sea...
A Story Of Music, Trees, And Family By Two Sons Of The American South
A Story Of Music, Trees, And Family By Two Sons Of The American South Tom Poland 1/19/23 By Tom Poland A Southern Writer www.tompoland.net tompol@earthlink.net On a January day in 2019 I met Chuck Leavell in Georgia’s geographic center. We met to write a magazine cover story. Our story would...
Devotion At An Abandoned Home Place
Devotion At An Abandoned Home Place Tom Poland Posted Jan. 10, 2023By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netNo matter how long, no matter how often you travel a road, it’ll surprise you. I’ve driven Highway 378 into Georgia for not quite fifty years. The road has been a journal, and some of...
Cold River, Warm Memories—Beginnings
Cold River, Warm Memories—Beginnings Tom Poland Posted December 28, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netAll the presents opened, good food and family time done for a bit, come the day after Christmas I found myself standing on the banks of cold Little River. Before me stretched a wall of rock and...
Rivers I cross
Rivers I cross Tom Poland Posted December 19, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netRivers make me say things out loud. As I drive alone over a river I often say its name. In fact, some rivers’ names beg to be pronounced. On trips to Florida, I cross the Altamaha. Saying its...
Things I have left undone
Things I have left undone Tom Poland Posted December 12, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netEach Christmas my mind goes back to a June day in Valdosta, Georgia. I was driving through slash pines to interview Robert “Bob” Clyatt. A defense lawyer, Bob represented employers and insurers. He was on the...
The Word Merchant Highway
The Word Merchant Highway Tom Poland Posted December 6, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netUpon taking a writing position long ago, the boss of bosses shot me a sideways look, “So, you’re a word merchant.” Clever, I thought, but as time wore on so did he. A tyrant, nothing he said...
If people were leaves…
If people were leaves… Tom Poland Posted November 30, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netSuppose people changed colors like autumn leaves. Would it be a better world? It just might. For sure it’d be more colorful. Think about that. Say it’s late November, and your fingertips redden. The tips of your...
Time
Time Tom Poland Posted November 22, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netYou know the song. “Time Is On My Side.” The Rolling Stones released it in 1964. Time was on my side back then, yes it was. It’s not today. And so for some reason, songs about time play in my...
Pancho Villa’s Fighting South Carolina Gamecocks
Pancho Villa’s Fighting South Carolina Gamecocks Tom Poland Posted November 15, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI’ll file this column under the category, Fowl History. Did Mexican Revolutionary War General, Pancho Villa, ride a train to Calhoun Falls, South Carolina to buy fighting gamecocks? Did he? Read on to unravel this...
The Forsaken Land
The Forsaken Land Tom Poland Posted November 9, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netKudzu covered its outbuildings. The farm was lonesome so I turned around and stopped to visit it. Right off I saw a dusty mule collar hanging on a stable wall. The farmer and his mule were long gone,...
The Colors Of Childhood
The Colors Of Childhood Tom Poland Posted November 3, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI haven’t seen the old homeplace in a while. Not my homeplace, mind you, my childhood friend’s. That would be Sweetie Boy, he of the sweet temperament that spurred Granddad to nickname him. His Christian name is...
The Bygone Era Of Refinement
The Bygone Era Of Refinement Tom Poland Posted October 25, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netPrevious eras impress me. When I tour historic homes, for instance, the refined lifestyle their owners enjoyed stands in marked contrast to lifestyles today. The presence of fine china and sterling silver attest not just to...
The Beauty of A Dry Dirt Road
The Beauty of A Dusty Dirt Road Tom Poland Posted October 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe creeks dribble. Shorelines drop. Leaves crunch. Colors fade. Birds queue up around my fountains. The lack of rain robbed us of a lot of fall color. I drove through the countryside this week....
Fear Of Flying
Fear Of Flying Tom Poland Posted October 14, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIt’s a good thing titles cannot be copyrighted. With apologies to Erica Jong, I title this self-confessional column, “Fear of Flying.” I cannot say I fear flying, but I am a most reluctant air traveler. I have reason to be. I’ve had two close encounters with...
The Dignified Mule
The Dignified Mule Tom Poland Posted October 11, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netLike Halley’s Comet, I’m predictable. I come around to the same subject matter every so often. When I do, it’s because something triggered memories. A few days ago I drove past Washington, Georgia’s Mule Day Festival at Callaway...
The Lost Art Of Making Do
The Lost Art Of Making Do Tom Poland Posted October 6, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netHe was twenty-six when the Great Depression arrived, thirty-six when it ended. A decade of doing without taught him something about survival. “Keep something seven years and you’ll find a new use for it.” Granddad’s...
Lincoln Street
Lincoln Street Tom Poland Posted September 28, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netOne word. That’s all it takes, and the brain’s mystifying chemistry swirls past and present into an amalgam we call life. Phases pass before us in an experience akin to schizophrenia. We’re different people as we navigate life’s phases....
An Effigy Of Rock
An Effigy Of Rock Tom Poland Posted September 27, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netSomething like sixty years had passed since I saw it. This time, however, I saw it from above. The WPA built a beautiful tower of stone so you can get a birds-eye view of a bird of...
The Relentless Grind: Football’s Hidden Injuries
The Relentless Grind: Football’s Hidden Injuries Tom Poland Posted September 14, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netWinter Haven Florida, February 1996—I covered Cypress Gardens’ 60th anniversary for Ski World magazine. It was Florida’s oldest theme park, one where Southern belles wore hoop skirts, skiers leapt from ramps, and women skiers built...
Mud, crushed granite, and memories
Mud, crushed granite, and memories Tom Poland Posted September 13, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netNostalgia pulled at me hard. On the second Sunday in September, I decided to see three things that were no more. And so I drove up Georgia Highway 79 to mom’s old homeplace. Gone. As I...
Aluminum, Glass, Rum, War, & Hemingway: When Timelines Cross
Aluminum, Glass, Rum, War, & Hemingway: When Timelines Cross Tom Poland Posted September 9, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe vessels resemble, cousins of a sort, my worn canteen and its shiny glass companion. The two came to me by dissimilar routes. A friend brought me the rum from Key West...
Old Island Haunts: Add Hazel’s Café to the list
Old Island Haunts: Add Hazel’s Café to the list Tom Poland Posted September 6, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netOld island haunts. The fever to develop islands didn’t destroy all of them. In a few instances, someone decided, “Not for sale.” And so you can still find old stores, cafes, and...
The Feared Invader
The Feared Invader Tom Poland Posted August 30, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netLet’s talk invasive species. One will bite you. You can bite the other. You can eat it, but given time it will entomb all you possess. Fire ants or kudzu? Which do people fear most?I believe kudzu tops...
Drowning The Past: What We’ve Lost
Drowning The Past: What We’ve Lost Tom Poland Posted August 30, 2022 By Tom Poland A Southern Writer www.tompoland.net tompol@earthlink.net I spent a lot of time on Clarks Hill Lake (Strom Thurmond Lake), during my teenage and college years. I camped, boated, and skied, but over the years lake fun...
The CCC: FDR’s Tree Army
The CCC: FDR's Tree Army Tom Poland Posted August 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIf my mother didn’t like something, she’d tell you. If she liked something, you knew that too, and she liked the Civilian Conservation Corps, Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s “Tree Army.” That arboreal moniker resulted from the CCC’s...
The Pull Of The Macon Music Scene
The Pull Of The Macon Music Scene Tom Poland Posted August 19, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI find my mind drifting back to Macon, and then I find myself driving kudzu-bordered roads. Macon, Georgia sits in the middle of Georgia. It’s not an easy drive from Columbia, South Carolina, to...
Book Event Season Is Upon Us
Book Event Season Is Upon Us Tom Poland Posted August 11, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netShe asked, and I told her. “What’s the writing life like?”“It’s a sentence to solitary confinement. You work in isolation for long periods, and that’s a good, peaceful day most days.”However, the day comes when...
The Power Of Moonlit Imagery
The Power Of Moonlit Imagery Tom Poland Posted August 2, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netHerman Melville created Moby Dick, the great white sperm whale that bit off Ahab’s leg. James Dickey had a 12-point white buck that swam from island to island in moonlight. And I recall boyhood tales of...
The Dark Corner
The Dark Corner Tom Poland Posted July 27, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI’d been there many times but never realized just what a dark history existed until I visited a legal distillery up that way. “Folks still go in there and disappear,” and old timer told me. Maybe so.I asked...
The National Park Nearest You
The National Park Nearest You Tom Poland Posted July 19, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netHere in the classic South, we have two choices when it comes to national parks. We have the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee and we have Congaree National Park near Columbia, South Carolina. Chances...
Botanical Beauty—For Women Only
Botanical Beauty—For Women Only Tom Poland Posted July 12, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netWhat’s behind a name? Lots most of the time. Sometimes it’s obvious, sometimes it’s a mystery, but often it’s botanical. I’ve not met a woman named Star. Nor have I met one named Gazer, but Star Gazer?...
The Gospel. Sunday Piano Memories
The Gospel. Sunday Piano Memories Tom Poland Posted June 29, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe old book and instrument of wood and ivory need each other. In fact, they share what biologists call a symbiotic relationship. In my recall of days of yore, the hymnal and old piano made beautiful...
Ferns, Nature’s Colonists
Ferns, Nature’s Colonists Tom Poland Posted June 28, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netFerns bless us with classic Southern settings but doing so isn’t always easy. Random winds pick up fern spores and scatter them, their destiny determined by fate. Many end up lost at sea. Some fall on barren places...
Vintage Enamelware
Vintage Enamelware Tom Poland Posted June 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI was visiting the past at the Lincoln County History Park when I spied a graceful blue enamelware pot sitting among fire logs. Warm memories came from that cold enamelware. Yes, that forgotten pot sent me reeling through the...
Thistles, A Prickly Subject
Thistles, A Prickly Subject Tom Poland Posted June 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netWe’d be walking to a farm pond in quest of bream when Grandmom Poland would spot a thistle. “Watch out for that nettle.” She’d hardly break stride leaning over to yank it from the earth. Thus, I...
Boneyards
Boneyards Tom Poland Posted June 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netTheir name belies their beauty, though its definition rings true. “Boneyard, | ˈbōnyärd |Noun, informal, a cemetery.” A cemetery they are, the resting places of maritime forests conquered by the sea. I’ve written about boneyards, now and then spelled bone...
Aldo’s Bench
Aldo’s Bench Tom Poland Posted June 21, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe bench you see overlooks an estuarine creek. That creek snakes its way into a wider creek, Pine Creek, I believe, that snakes its way into the Hampton River, which spills into the Atlantic near Pelican Creek Natural Area....
Bob’s Store
Bob’s Store Tom Poland Posted June 6, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe store’s filled to the brim with antiques. They hang from the ceiling. They fill aisles. It’s a place I could check out for hours. Why there’s even a …Wait a minute. I’m ahead of myself. Antiques didn’t catch...
A Peach Of A Summer
A Peach Of A Summer Tom Poland Posted May 31, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netFrom my orchard of memories a lonely peach tree stands in the front yard of my youth. The tree looked sickly and produced fruit a tad bigger than a golf ball. The tree stood in the...
Porch Sitting
Porch Sitting Tom Poland Posted May 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIt’s a vanishing art, porch sitting. There was a time, though, when folks retired to the porch just to pass the time. As a boy, I sat on my parent’s screen porch and counted the trucks going by. When...
The Cedars Of Philomath
The Cedars Of Philomath Tom Poland Posted May 19, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netLong ago it was, in the late 1980s. I was in a hurry to get back to South Carolina. Thus did I take Georgia Highway 22, known also as the Crawfordville Road. I knew that road would...
Folk Medicine Remedies
Folk Medicine Remedies Tom Poland Posted April 29, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netLike the Black Crowe’s “Remedy, and its line, I need a remedy”, folks of yesteryear needed remedies and they came up with them. We call their aspiring cures “Folk Medicine.” Once again I’m writing about home remedies, folk...
Through Broken Glass
Through Broken Glass Tom Poland Posted April 19, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe old church just wanted to be left alone, but that didn’t happen. Someone shot out her windows. Some kid’s BBs shattered panes, leaving sharp jagged edges in their wake. Panes hanging like guillotines gave a gray catbird...
Masters Memories
Masters Memories Tom Poland Posted April 11, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThere comes a memory from long ago when Georgia had yet to win 1980 and 2021 national champions. No worries, Georgia was and is an annual world champion for those who compete for the green jacket.Living some 37 miles...
A Creek Runs Through It
A Creek Runs Through It Tom Poland Posted April 7, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netWriters title works and often they fail to come up with a good one. Half Asleep In Frog Pajamas comes to mind. Sometimes a gem of a title comes along and its words and title stay...
A New Broom Sweeps Clean
A New Broom Sweeps Clean Tom Poland Posted March 23, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.net“A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows the corners.” Mom pulled out this old saw when a new preacher attempted wholesale change or a new boss let the old employees go. The rest...
Rediscovering An Old Friend
Rediscovering An Old Friend Tom Poland Posted March 21, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netMarch 3rd is a day I’ll long remember. A bit earlier I had given a talk to the Kiwanis Club at the Darlington Country Club. Returning home I chose to get lost. Just drive and see where...
An Old Tree, An Old Academy
An Old Tree, An Old Academy: A Magnolia and a School of Consequence Tom Poland Posted March 15, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netAs you top the Edgefield County rise, that fine word “copse” comes to mind. Copse, a small group of trees, that’s what you see. Look closer, however, and...
Cotton Pickin’ Memories
Cotton Pickin’ Memories Tom Poland Posted March 7, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netMy jaunts around the South take me past old haunts, a cotton gin now and then. I’ve seen gins in Salters, Bishopville, and other rural places. They sit idle. A spell back I ventured inside an old gin....
Miss Emily’s Oak
Miss Emily’s Oak Tom Poland Posted Feb. 28, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netShe planted the oak some sixty-eight years ago. Miss Emily was around twenty-six then. The years passed, the tree grew, and today it’s a setting Normal Rockwell would have appreciated. A classic Southern scene, it possesses the requisite...
From Savior to Survivor
From Savior to Survivor Tom Poland Posted Feb. 23, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netFour relics remind me of how things used to be: fire towers, windmills, chimneys, and silos. I’ve written about fire towers, windmills, and chimneys but never silos. I described where a rock chimney stands, its quartz glistening...
Wild Horses
Wild Horses Tom Poland Posted Feb. 17, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netWhen I hear some determined soul say “wild horses couldn’t pull me away” thoughts race through my mind. First, I think of Muscle Shoals, Alabama. You’d think it’d be Mussel Shoals as mussels and waterways go together, but no,...
The Best Drink Of Water
The Best Drink Of Water Tom Poland Posted Feb. 10, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netSeems to me, as the old folks would say, an aluminum dipper delivered the best drink of water. You’d sink that dipper into a wooden bucket. And that wooden bucket had just been winched up from...
Read The Fine Print
Read The Fine Print Tom Poland Posted Feb. 4, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netNote: For Non-Offended Eyes OnlySome say we are what we eat and that what we eat these days is killing us. Down in Australia, some Australian Aboriginals moved to the city and adopted a civilized diet and...
Winter In Wambaw Bay
Winter In Wambaw Bay Tom Poland Posted Feb. 2, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netThe orchestra is quiet, as winter holds the conductor’s baton. Still, a song comes to mind. “California Dreamin” where much is brown and gray—every shade of brown and gray you can imagine. Yet, if you know where...
The Emperor’s Hem
The Emperor’s Hem Tom Poland Posted Jan. 31, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netIn the late 1990s, a time that seems ancient, I touched the emperor’s hem. That is I corresponded with a writer whose words revealed a style original and mesmerizing. Somehow, I hoped, might his gift rub onto me?...
Crow Tastes Pretty Good In Snow
Crow Tastes Pretty Good In Snow Tom Poland Posted Jan. 24, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netMy last column criticized I-20 as a barrier to snow in the classic South. “Winter after winter, radar reveals blue, pink, and white blotches rolling north of I-20. Below it? Green blotches of rain. Southerners...
The Great Dividing Line
The Great Dividing Line Tom Poland Posted Jan. 18, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netYet another dud weather storm forecast teaches me something. When the next Ice Age arrives, its frozen sheet will grind to a halt where I-20 crosses the Southeast. (Assuming civilization lasts that long.) Winter forecasts prove over...
Noble Ruin of the South
Noble Ruin of the South Tom Poland Posted Jan. 6, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netWhen man abandoned it, the traffic diverted west, and the forest began to claim it. Today, sycamores, cedars, and oaks console it, and wind and water song replace the hum of tires. If you know when...
Miss Lucy, Childhood Legend
Miss Lucy, Childhood Legend Tom Poland Posted Jan. 3, 2022By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netSmall towns have that one eccentric person people long remember. Lincolnton, Georgia, had Miss Lucy Glaze. As I write I see a woman dressed in black, like Granny Clampett, racing down the sidewalk brandishing a rake. My...
Bitters, A History In Life And Literature
Bitters, A History In Life And Literature Tom Poland Posted Dec. 20, 2021By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netAmong the dusty bottles and vase stand three alcoholic potions. I bought the matador-like bottle in Madrid when I traveled by train through hard, brown Spain. Next to it stands an elegant bottle from...
Remembering Smokehouses
Remembering Smokehouses Tom Poland Posted Dec. 13, 2021By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netI wrote about old hand-dug wells not long ago. Many old wells had a companion nearby, smokehouses. I’ve written about these farm icons before, but a good topic always deserves more coverage. Smokehouses live in lore as fragrant places...
The Old Hand-Dug Well
The Old Hand-Dug Well Tom Poland Posted Dec. 6, 2021By Tom PolandA Southern Writerwww.tompoland.nettompol@earthlink.netDriving a country road, I passed an old well house. It didn’t look like a wishing well. It looked rustic, more like a shed, a practical structure. I stopped and took a photo of the well. Right...