Blackberry Theology
Curtis Freeman, a Duke Div Baptist specialist who has written up my Dad's and my hero Stewart A Newman, is all over facebook today with pics of the blackberries he picked and the wonderful cobbler his wife made.
Freeman also has a fascination with a copperhead snake that keeps turnin up in his yard. Ron Rash calls em satinbacks, or maybe that's the rattler.
I got some berries right outside the window here in Bama but my cobbler makers have moved off and I'm suffering, and the logistics aren't working out to get some to Aunt Juanita's cobbler in Rome Ga. I called Cousin Reba but she put me off on Cousin Martha and I haven't worked that out yet.
Not a perfect telling here, but couldn't let it all pass without a reference to Billy Sunday Birt and my Dad's outtings with High School Principal Wayne Whiteside in Gaffney in the early 70's. I asked Dad once what those chat were like as they waded out deep into the thicket smelling of kerosene. It was rich conversation.
You have all the elements, the heat, the humidity, the thorns, the threat of a diamondbacked rattler, human sweat. Ripe mix for revelations of Old Testament proportions.
Billy Sunday Birt was a serial killer in North Georgia in the 60's, who confessed to 40 murders. He accepted Jesus as his Saviour in the 90s and was taken unshackled to Winder Georgia where his son Baptized him. You got to figure his Godly mother naming him after the biggest evangelist turn of the 19th into the 20th had something to do with it.
Who am I to judge.
A friend and I wrote a screenplay fictionalizing those circumstances. There is a blackberry picking seen in it.
Brad Pitt was raised Baptist out in Missouri. If you can get this blog to him, we'd love to talk if he wants to. President Carter's staffer Jody Powell read well into the story before he died.
This one's ripe for the pickin.
Freeman also has a fascination with a copperhead snake that keeps turnin up in his yard. Ron Rash calls em satinbacks, or maybe that's the rattler.
I got some berries right outside the window here in Bama but my cobbler makers have moved off and I'm suffering, and the logistics aren't working out to get some to Aunt Juanita's cobbler in Rome Ga. I called Cousin Reba but she put me off on Cousin Martha and I haven't worked that out yet.
Not a perfect telling here, but couldn't let it all pass without a reference to Billy Sunday Birt and my Dad's outtings with High School Principal Wayne Whiteside in Gaffney in the early 70's. I asked Dad once what those chat were like as they waded out deep into the thicket smelling of kerosene. It was rich conversation.
You have all the elements, the heat, the humidity, the thorns, the threat of a diamondbacked rattler, human sweat. Ripe mix for revelations of Old Testament proportions.
Billy Sunday Birt was a serial killer in North Georgia in the 60's, who confessed to 40 murders. He accepted Jesus as his Saviour in the 90s and was taken unshackled to Winder Georgia where his son Baptized him. You got to figure his Godly mother naming him after the biggest evangelist turn of the 19th into the 20th had something to do with it.
Who am I to judge.
A friend and I wrote a screenplay fictionalizing those circumstances. There is a blackberry picking seen in it.
Brad Pitt was raised Baptist out in Missouri. If you can get this blog to him, we'd love to talk if he wants to. President Carter's staffer Jody Powell read well into the story before he died.
This one's ripe for the pickin.
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