My Irish Grandmother was a hard case. Her sister was a hoot, i would mix her "highballs" and she would tell me the greatest stories of Ireland, her travels with her Lineman husband. Good stuff.
I became a member primarily to see the phony SEAL videos, which are excellent. Seeing them, you are also drawn into the Shipley family. Don is truly blessed to have Diane and Brandi, and vice versa. Wonderful people!!!
Diane and Brandi, you brought up many memories of growing up poor on a farm, the lard cans in the pantry filled from the hog killin day. We and few neighbors got together every year and butchered 8-10 hogs depending on the family size as to how many were done for each family. Everything from the hog was used with the exception of the squeal as mom used to say. I ate so much okra as a kid I couldn`t keep my socks up, we would have our front porch covered in peas and beans we would pick and shell/snap em while watching the one TV station we got at night. As MC Davis said once, you two talking opened up with the keys to many memories I had growing up. Same thing with the canning, all the time from spring to fall was spent restocking the pantry and the two huge freezers on the back porch for the next year. We did have a guy that came and butchered our cows and took them to the cold storage place in town to process the meat on the beef end of it. It was cheaper to pay for cold storage lockers than to have more deep freezers. Thanks Diane and Brandi for opening up the memories, all of those just came flooding back!! My Great Grandma dipped peach snuff, my memories of her are vague though, she passed away when I was 8 or 9, but I remember her mason jar sitting in her lap to spit in. I always made sure I washed my mason jar myself before pouring iced tea in one to drink from it when we ate at my Grandma`s house, she took care of my Great grandma those years right before she passed away. Great video, thanks again great job.
I really enjoyed this video! After I grew up and moved out, got married all that...I wanted some homemade biscuits. Wife (now ex) had attempted to make biscuits and you could kill a man with the result. I called up my grandmother since my momma had passed away and asked her for her recipe. "It ain't hard...you just take some flour, add a pinch of salt and cut in some lard, add enough buttermilk to bring it together" was her reply. I ended up going to her house with the ingredients and had her make me a pan of biscuits...not letting her add a thing to the bowl before I measured out what she had taken from the packages. I learned more from actually watching her make them than anything. She told me, "its all in how well you cut in the lard" and "push the cutter all the way down, then twist...otherwise they won't rise right". A very enjoyable day. Now I can make the best damn biscuits around! She also taught me her method of chocolate gravy...my lifelong favorite. Its getting about time to teach my girls now. Hope ya'll are doing well...keep being who ya'll are!
What a treat! Margin', lol.