GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS
- Wade Peebles

- Nov 25
- 3 min read
Updated: Nov 26

Good morning, and yes, good afternoon to those who see this later in the day. From the comments, it is obvious there are many who see these later than when I schedule them to be posted at five in the morning. Many of you are aware that I usually write these before I go to bed, and then force them to post in the morning. Now and then their recalcitrance requires me to take forceful actions to assure their cooperation. All I have to do is open my desk drawer, take out that little bottle of white-out, and start to remove the cap, and they fall right in line. Kang Wade the 1st, I have that power.
Do not try this at home, you are dealing with what is known as a professional. Nice weather has prevailed of late, and we got no rain the other day when it was forecast. It might rain early this morning, and some have already had it during the night. It is dry again, so we need it. I was thinking about a farming term that we rarely hear these days, and that was, "laying by." When farmers had planted their crops, sprayed, weeded, fertilized and grown enough to have a canopy that precludes further spraying or cultivation, there is little left to be done, other than keep a check on it, until harvest time.
If a farmer had little livestock to tend to, it was a break in the work that was appreciated. A few years ago I mentioned laying by and group member took umbrage about it, as if I had called farmers and their families lazy.
He assured me that there was never a day on the farm when their was little or no work to be done. There are those who do not write, create, express ideas, nor contribute any original thinking, but they are like vultures waiting to pounce upon those who do. I am had a member early on in this group's history who never posted, never contributed anything positive. They did however sit like a turkey buzzard...yessir, he would be the first to "correct" me, saying they are not buzzards...waiting to pounce as soon as he perceived an error in my posts.
He is long, long gone, as when I finally called him on it, he got mad and told me to "enjoy your little echo chamber," saying it would fail because it was only a foundation for my overly inflated ego. Membership has increased by more than ninety-thousand since then. But, I guess I do labor under a burdensome ego...nah, not really, you know not. Leaving that topic, I was recalling making carved apple heads when we were kids and how much fun it was.
We let them dry and shrink and they would begin to look like old folks. They needed to be soaked for a while in lemon juice after carving and before hanging to dry.
If you are looking for crafts and activities to do with young kids, apple head carving is a very good one. The apples can be carved with spoons and butter knifes, so no sharp tools are needed. They enjoy watching them change week to week, or day to day, as they dry and shrink. Hey, how about polishing shoes back in the day? It was common for us kids to spread newspapers on the floor, and sit there cleaning and polishing our dress shoes for Sunday morning church.
Even kids back then were spit-shined and polished for church, our clothes had to be clean and wrinkle-free, and our shoes too. Young folks today probably have no shoes that require polishing. Y'all younguns today are living in a dream world. I will once more thank you for being here day in and day out as a part of this wonderful undertaking, and assemblage of a family of friends known as Georgia Folk and Farm Life. It means a lot.
..... Numbers 6:24-26, KJV
..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, and me






Love your posts - all of them. The "laying by" is in the bible. Made me get out my study of the bible to look it up again. Alway appreciate a reminder about the bible. And takes me back to a fact we learned from one of my husband's ancestors. It was told that in Walton Co., Ga., many years ago, there was such a dry spell that nothing was growing and people and cattle were suffering from lack of food. All the schools let out and all met at the church to pray for rain. Ben Browning, our ancestor, got up and prayed: "Lord, we pray for rain, let it rain so much that there willl…