A Trip Down Memory Lane- Songs that remind me of another place and time.

It never ceases to amaze me the power that words have on my life.  Words have the power to uplift me, but they also have the potential to break me down.  So much for “sticks and stones,” people. A great example of this WORD POWER is in songs.  I bet if you closed your eyes and thought about it, you can remember eventful times in your life and along with them,  songs that accompany those memories.  This activity is quite easy for me.  I think because when I hear certain songs the words come crashing into my mind like waves into the shore. So, take a trip down memory lane with me ( gas prices have dropped, so it won’t cost too much), and then think for yourself.  A few stops for me on this musical highway of life are as follows:

  • “MOMMA’S DON’T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS” This tune by Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings was an anthem of sorts that we sang along to on a trip out west in the late seventies with my parents.  We traveled from coast-to-coast that summer.  My daddy would be up in the driver’s seat of our RV, and I would be standing behind him, and we would sing along with these two modern-day outlaws. It was awesome.

  • “THE FIREMAN” by George Strait was a popular country tune during my high school days.  I honestly don’t know why it stands out in my mind so much. Maybe it was the carefree attitude of the song. When I hear it, I take a trip back to my teenage years. “They call me the fireman, that’s my name.  Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames.” The fact that George Strait was an absolute dream to look at and listen to didn’t hurt!

  • “TAKE IT EASY” by the Eagles was a song that brings me back to my senior trip in 1985. We were freshly graduated and headed to Florida for our Senior cruise.  It was during that lengthy bus ride that my classmates and I would sing along to the Eagles, “Take it easy, take it easy.  Don’t let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy.  Come on baby, don’t say maybe, you gotta know that your sweet love is going to save me.” Now, looking back in the rearview window of life, I realize that that time was some of the most freeing.

  • “LOVE CAN BUILD A BRIDGE” by The Judds takes me back to the early nineties.  I was freshly married, and my husband and I took a trip out West with two of our friends.  That was a crazy trip.  We rented this awful Ford van that honestly looked like we were a pack of pervs- you know the kind.  It is always a white van with tinted windows.  Anyway, we traveled from South Carolina to Albuquerque, New Mexico, in twenty-eight hours of straight driving.  It was exhausting. Anyway, when you are in the desert of Arizona miles away from anything, you better like country music because that is all you are going to get on the radio.  Yeah for me, I love country music. However, going from the North rim to the South rim of the Grand Canyon I swear we heard “Love can build a bridge between your heart and mine. Love can build a bridge, Don’t you think it’s time? Don’t you think it’s time?” about a million times.  I am only slightly exaggerating.  It got me to thinking though.  If someone would build a bridge over the Grand Canyon, it would seriously cut down the drive time, seriously.

  • ” DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA” makes a stop in this musical memory trip.  My kids and I were traveling from Las Vegas, Nevada, to Williams, Arizona, in 2005.  That whole radio thing all over again, so we had in the Charlie Daniels Band.  My kids and I sang loudly and proudly the words to this song as we made our way over the Hoover Dam.  “The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal, he was in a bind, cause he was way behind, so he was willing to make a deal.”  My ten-year old son was having a field day.  He got to say “bitch” and “dam” without getting in trouble.  He loved it.  I have to admit that I loved it, too. We had such a great time.  Those two were my whole life back then, and it was a wonderful trip for us all. Unfortunately, we left the tape in the Jeep rental, or was that lucky… Guess it depends on if you love hearing a song over and over and over again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnepPZChA5U I could continue on with this list, but I think you get the gist.  For those of us who love music, we can equate it to certain times in our lives.  For me, music is a form of therapy.  It allows me the opportunity to reflect and feel.  So, sit yourself down and think about this.  Now, what are some songs that cause you to stop, listen, and remember?

Red or White- and I am not talking wine

I know, I know, this is a blog about pecans.  However, it is also my blog, so I have to use this platform to discuss some really important topics that I feel strongly about. Today’s topic is Red or White.  I bet your mind went directly to wine or which wine you prefer; however, I am actually talking about peanuts.  Yes, peanuts.  There are people like me who take their boiled peanut seriously.  It took me awhile and a few pressure pots later, but I consider myself an expert of sorts on the topic of turning green peanuts into a Southern delicacy that I often call summer supper, the boiled peanut. The thing is that people who eat peanuts with the fervor that I do have their preferences.  There are people like my brother-in-law, Jerry, who love the red skinned peanuts.  The man will eat them raw.  He tells me that he thinks they have a better flavor. My grandmama used to eat the little Spanish peanuts (she called them). They were red skinned and tiny. Well, I do eat red skinned peanuts. They are always the first ones out for the season, and I am not a patient girl.  For the most part,I enjoy them and just happy to have peanuts in season. However, to be perfectly honest, they are a hassle to open.  They are smaller which makes it more difficult, and those tiny ones my grandmama ate were just too much work. Later, near the end of July, all the stars are aligned, all the pieces of the puzzle are complete, and all is right with the world because white skinned peanuts are ready for consumption.  I celebrate this time of the year and think that some of those fireworks that are shot on the 4th of July should be put aside to mark this special occasion. It would probably scare you all if you knew how many peanuts I can eat in a season.  There are days when I have cramps in my fingers from opening the things.  I know that is sad. So, I am obsessed with boiled peanuts.  I admit it.  I figure that there are a lot worse things with which I could be so enamored.  So, the countdown is on for me.  I readily await the sign that says, “white skin peanuts available.”  So, when this country girl is asked,”red or white,”  she has to go with white. I wanted to give the guys from Carolina Peanut and Palmetto Peanut a shout out.  Thanks for growing these pieces of white gold all over your farmland.  It sure makes the air around Calhoun County smell like heaven when you all turn those peanuts! South Carolina Peanut FieldEvery story has a beginning… Peanut Red Skinned Peanuts  Peanut White Skinned Peanuts Many Peanuts In Shells For Sale At Farmers Market a whole lot of awesome