Tipper At the end of each reading I want to say, “oh please just one more chapter-don’t stop yet!” In my mind I’m ten years old again sitting on my grams back porch in Kentucky watching for fire flies. Thank you so much for the reading and the calling of dear sweet memories 💓
Yes , 2 chapters , lol , what’s really cool is , on a day when the high temperature for the day was that morning, and the temperature is going to drop all day , you put a Hugh pot of soup on , that takes all day to cook , start the story from chapter one and just enjoy listening as the windows fog over …. We are blessed to live in you tube times !!!
The frost is thick on the punkin & Tipper is warming our hearts with pride of our heritage. The treasures of life are discovered & realized in the abundance of the autumn harvest. The music of the rewards of the harvest paints memories I'll never forget. Roll on Tipper
Tipper, the part about Lee Buck making/playing his fiddle verses fixing all of the things that needed fixin,,,,well it reminds me of Mary and Martha in the Bible. Mary chose the best thing to do. Just like you said, "We need to take a few minutes to take time, looking at things and enjoy them." Sometimes the work just needs to wait upon more important things in life. Work will always be there. Thanks so much for reading to us. ❤
This is my favorite chapter so far!! FINALLY!! Finally we see Louisa loving the people, the country, the food! She is changing, loving and appreciating the people that I have already come to love in previous chapters. I feel like she is now really becoming a part of the folks, not just an outsider looking in. I also feel like she is more interlaced in the story and not just a narrator. I hope this all makes since! Come on next Friday, hurry up and git here!
Your wonderful reading of this story makes me feel like I’m actually a part of this beautiful portrait of life set in the Appalachians . The setting is of a much simpler time in life free of todays complications . I must admit that I can sense the hearts and feelings of Teacher and Chris slowly reaching out to each other and it is a very romantic wonderland .
In making his beautiful fiddle, and playing music, he gave his family a lifetime of memories that no swinging gate or watertight outhouse or perfect steps could ever give them. It was his gift.
Wonderful reading, thank you Tipper. I felt Louisa was lamenting maybe the loss of her life with Chris because of 'the trouble'. I see this chapter as her falling in love with him. ❤
As I look at you while reading, it’s like I can see them behind you making the syrup. I saw a little comic in the paper once that said I like books better then movies because movies put pictures in your eyes but books put pictures in your mind. I love that!
My grandpaw could roll a cigarette with one hand while pulling the strings on the bull durham pouch with his mouth and placing the pouch back in his chest pocket on his bibs. Beside the orange slice candy or the orange peanuts candy he always kept there in a little brown paper sach for me to eat while he smoked his cigarette and we took a break from whatever chore we was a doing. He would smoke his own baccer he raised and refill his lil cloth sach more often than not. He would make twists for chewing for some others that chewed baccer. These twist would hang on the walls in a back room of the house. I remember when you smoked you own it was called long green. I don't know why it was not green it was cured and he picked the best of the crop to keep for smoking and for twists for family and friends. I remember a twist of his baccer my mom picked out of his back room and hung it on a nail at our house after he passed it stayed hanging on that nail for years till i left to go for the army. I don't know what ever happened to it.
I especially like this chapter too,brought back some good memories when I worked in the school system. Lee Buck kept telling Louisa nor to worry she would get paid her regular pay if school was in session or not.That was always comforting to know,I counted that a blessing. I can see why molasses making time, would be a fun time.Thank You Tipper For Sharing Mountain Path with us 🙂.
Thank you so much. I don't want it to end either. I love the view from your porch. The colors are like that here too. When it's all green the different trees don't stand out the same. Beautiful to see & hear the crunch of leaves. And the clear blue of the sky. Stay cozy & warm & enjoy this lovely fall. 🙏
Once again (I think I'm becoming a broken record) I really admire the vivid paintings her descriptive writing creates in my imagination. You can almost feel the warmth of the sun, the joyful singing and the cozy fiddle playing in front of the first fire of the season. I also got a kick out of her name dropping strataverious. Great reading, as always
I loved the part about all of them singing. My grandparents sang a lot and I always thought PawPaw sounded like Bill Monroe. I’m very fortunate that I feel like everything thing that I’m grateful for…money can’t buy. Thanks Tipper for another enjoyable Friday evening!💕
I sent the video of the hymn to my kids because we sang it in church back in the day. I loved the sense of community in this chapter all the way through. They kept reassuring her she would get paid even if the school was closed. Even though she admitted she caused the stove to fall, no one blamed her. I also liked the fun they had with the sorghum stripping. She has become a part of the community. “Earn your salt” and “Brogans” popped out at me. Thank you for this installment! ❤️
I, too, liked this chapter the most so far. I was thinking teacher could have been scolded for breaking the stove at such a busy time, etc. Instead, it was used as a joyful time to have the children help with the harvest of the cane for all..including Louisa. Loved that Chris stopped the wagon and rolled smooth cigarettes for both of them. My dad rolled his cigarettes for a while. He later had a gizzy to roll them with. I got to help roll a few sometimes. My one grandpa smoked cigarettes and the other chewed tobacco (redman's). They both had allotments for growing tobacco and hung the huge leaves in their barns. It was fun to go in the barn with the huge leaves hanging down from the rafters. The leaves drying smelled so good. It WAS a different time for sure. I am glad Louisa is finding her place with the students and families...and also Chris as we go forward. Love, Love Friday's story (half) hour with Tipper. Will be ready for next week!
I remember saying in a comment on an earlier chapter that Louisa was "going native", so when she thinks in this segment of how easy it would be to "go primitive", I congratulated myself a little for being in tune with Harriet's thinking. I also appreciated the reference to Stradivarius as a reminder that some "high culture" makes it way to even to the most isolated "hollers", and that a violin and fiddle are, in the end, the same thing.
I just love that whole thought Bob! Isn't it so true! That no matter how you dress it up, we are all in this world together. Food, instruments, people may look different in different places, social statuses, and cultures but in the end we are all the same. I just love that!
Shortly after I got up this morning drinking coffee thinking about my day I thought it’s Friday, Tipper will read tonight. The notification came this afternoon but I waited until now to listen. Thank you and I hope you will continue your readings when this one is done.
My Pop makes his own cigarettes. When he was young he rolled them from the flat papers, but these days he uses filtered tubes and a machine that slids the packed tobacco into the tubes. My Pop is one of those men that can do many things. Plumbing, electrical, dry walling, auto and small engine mechanicing , but to watch the joy that comes forth from him when he does woodworking is heavenly.
Simple things do bring the most joy. This is a really great chapter. I don't know about making syrup but it is getting cold enough for "hog killing day"; that was always a really big day for butchering hogs, rendering lard, preserving hams, and salting down fat back. I have worn brogans before; they are sort of a combination shoe and boot. A lot of people got new brogans after the cotton was picked in the fall. If you listen to Grandpa Jones sing "Picking Time" he sings about people getting new shoes after picking time. This chapter has brought back a lot off memories for me. Dennis Morgan
What a great chapter. So many things stand out. I didnt grow up with molasses but rather with a Dad who loved old time cane "surp". He would buy it in a can with a metal handle. It was a sweet memory from his childhood. And that hymn is one we sang all my childhood too with all the parts. Its beginning to get kind of scarey wondering what's coming for Chris and in turn Louisa. What I wouldn't give for a bite of that sow belly sandwich. Sounded good 😊 to me. As for the fiddle my grandpa made his first fiddle out of wooden cigar boxes and taught himself to play. Necessity is the mother of invention. Thanks again for reading to us. Have a good weekend. God bless yall.
That is so true about slowing down and finding beauty in the things around us. Sometimes the little things in life can come to mean the most, especially when we are forced to slow down and not given a choice in the matter. I spend so much of my time seeing to the overall plan of life and what needs to be done to accomplish that plan that sometimes all joy goes to the wayside and I develop tunnel vision. I know that God looks at me running around like a chicken with my head cut off and laughs. This is also when something happens that is totally out of my control and I know that it is God's way of showing me to slow down and be happy in the everyday things of life. Another great reading of another chapter Mrs. Tipper😁
I don't want the book to end! Please give us a heads up when you are getting near the last few chapters, so I won't be going through those end of the book withdrawals! Will you please read another book sometime? I'm sure I would NOT be the only one who would love that! 🦋 Y'all have a blessed weekend!
I enjoyed this part.here again ,the kids roll with the flow,none of the rush and impatience of today.athey seem wiser too.little things bring them joy.im glad Chris and teacher got time to talk.they seem drawn to each other in spite of obstacles.cant wait for next part.thanks Tipper.great reading.Have a blessed weekend.♥️♥️♥️🍁🍁🍁🙏🙏🙏
As you were reading I saw in my minds eye my family back in the day when aunts, uncle, cousins would all gather at my Grandpa and Grandma's to help out and end with everyone picking up instruments and singing half the night. Sorghum syrup was one of my favorites before diabetes set in. Really enjoy your reading to me. Thanks for sharing.
I couldn't stand it - I ordered 3 books - Mountain Path, Doll maker and a collection of short stories. I'm not going to cheat though. I'm faithfully listening to you chapter by chapter. Thank you so much for sharing this author with us!
Once again, I enjoyed your reading very much. I like the descriptive images of everything that’s happening…. My daddy wore “brogan’s “…it was always used to describe work boots in my area of NC, too. Thank you! 🤗 Brenda
A few years before my father died he apologized for being so strict. I told him that I didn't always do the right thing, but thanks to him, I knew what the right thing was! I'm sure your girls have been taught to know what the right thing is. Truth, strength & courage are so important.
I loved the part where Louises thought how lucky she was to be able to be gifted with a few days off when the entire stove debacle was her fault due to impatience. She was definitely feeling a tiny bit guilty, but oh so happy. I also love the tender side of Chris when he rolls her cigarettes for her. The whole chapter had many sweet and touching moments. I feel as though the book is just getting better and better with each chapter. Thank you !
I can remember, when I was a kid , at the old home place in watauga county my family making cane syrup, fun time.....my dad always called the work boots Brogans too..I grew up singing " when the roll is called up yonder" too....my dad rolled cigarettes too, though I never smoked, it amazed me how he rolled them so good....like you tipper , I love the little, simple things in life, sunsets , sunrises, a hawk in flight, fields of wild flowers, yes there is beauty all around us, if we take time to look....I enjoyed this .....thanks tipper....God bless...🙏
Your accent reminds me of my relatives, on my Mom's side...... they all came from Knightdale, NC. I recall hearing very similar voices, and the dialogue was always family, gossip, or both. Thank you for a trip back, if only for a wee bit.
I like Tippers reading too, it's both a throwback like an aspirin for a headache and a throwback to the days when people entered theatres to watch TV: one reasons just as good as the other...like twins. Yet either the two should meet (like a 3 sided coin: take a penny or a quarter ya see on one side a flat and on the other lots of ups and downs or backs and forths one is just as honest as the other just as honest as Abe or George one will always have more worth; both good for change) Reminds me of listenin' to A Prairie Home Companion without all the bells, whistles, footless shoes and false door snaps. Tippers reading is just plain honest. I was never a fast reader more of a quick listener and sometimes when I write my ideas flyaway faster than a writ and I can't keep up. Its nice to hear Tipper readin' on things. What I like is how She reflects on the triggered memories of the past... Triggers setting off triggers I guess...or fractals and iterations. (NOW I'm thinkin' about Willie and Mr. Gates and iterations like moving pictures as if they popped in for a visit) Nice visit as I was figuring on the trigger by and old memory of dust boats... How they float and move around on a sun beam is a still room through the eyes of a kid a holding his breath...wondering. A memory just sticks around but why? Why do they visit and what are they trying to tell us? Who sent them? I really don't think anybody can say why they arise but triggers are one explanation but something underlies that... I just know that it mine but I did'nt have anything to do with it and neither does anyone who drops trip wires. though they may feel some sort of responsibility. I'd be surprised if the subscribers had not this experience too Tippers reflections are just another side that is close to me but might not feel this way to someone else. Different tastes for different people. That's why I use sorghum ( if I can find it) when makin' yeast bread...It fulfills all sorts of kneads. Anyway...I think that's about all that came from todays mash. Thanks, Tipper
Such a good chapter! My papaw rolled his Prince Albert cigarettes so quickly and I can just hear the paper catch on fire from the match when he lit the cigarette. I can see in my mind the beautiful scenery that Louisa described and the joy that it brings to her mind. ♥️
It was easier when young to appreciate the simple things of life. When I hurt my foot and was crippled for a couple weeks I realized I had never sat down and relaxed on our porch. We lived in that house for two or three years before I sat in the lounger I'd put on the porch. Today I walked the dog, but the weather was rather bad with wind and snow whipping at my face. The view was spectacular though. That's part of the reward of braving the weather.
Have had a ruff day today here. Then your wonderful video came up. What a beautiful chapter it was. A fine storyteller you are of home. I miss home so much, to be cradled in the mountains.
Had a chance tonight to set with a cup of hot tea to listen in. I enjoyed the description of how teacher and the children had a fun competition striping the cane. The men jumping in to help each team so they more or less would have even piles. Since I’m older I take long looks at things like teacher described Chris did at the clouds, flowers, etc. Like you said Tipper, there is beauty in everything. I have found this to be true as well. I appreciate the artistry of this beautiful earth God created and thankful each day I get to enjoy it. I like listening to the Mountain Path story. I like reading many of the comments and agree with so many of your followers. They all seem to say exactly what I’m thinking, but express it way better in their writings than I could without getting way to wordy. Thank you Tipper, for reading it to us. We appreciate you!
My minds filling up with past memories from your read, but I type with one finger so I don't say much. But you Bless me so much,thank you. God Bless. Jean
Louisa’s comment about the leaky outhouse surprised me. I must have misunderstood earlier cause I thought there wasn’t an outhouse at their place? I’m so enjoying this story time. I look forward to Friday nights with Tipper!
I’ve enjoyed this chapter too, I’ll be looking at some internet sites on the sorghum making. The cane mashing and making. My grandpa would frequently “just break into song”, and especially “When the Roll us called up yonder I’ll be there”. The feeling of the quiet, fog free hollow and listening to the quiet. Also the description of the mules, I have a favorite photo taken about 1908, of great grandparents and my grandmother (at 8 years old) with her five siblings in their farm wagon, the mules pulling and going to small town in southeastern Kansas.
I absolutely love and look forward to your readings. Also going back to either listen again or read one. You have an amazing presence and tone of your voice. I could listen to you all day. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels like we have known you for years and could sit with you on the porch and have the best time!!! You are a very loving, caring and Christian woman. May the Lord continue to bless you and your family 💞🙏💯🔥
I loved and related to the thought of choices we make between doing our chores and enjoying ourselves - always a challenge!! There is so much work to do But the beauty of Appalachia calls us away! Thanks Tipper, great reading and an illuminating chapter🥰
I remember hayrides ,in the autumn, in Montana, with our "Luther league " church group. All of us children singing . My daddy sang a lot. You can't be true dear, Mexicali rose, you are my sunshine In a book, written by a neighbor ,of my family, in Buffalo , Montana . titled" In the Shadows of the Three Sisters " (a group of mountains, around their small ranch) the author wrote that you could hear my mother, Ruth", sing across the hills" I was not quite two when she died. I have no memory of her, but think and hope that I inherited her voice, love of singing , and the happiness and joy, doing so brings!
I can’t wait for the next chapter!! I really enjoyed about the sorghum too! My Mommy told me stories about sorghum making time just like this. And her Poppy, my Grandpa was known for his skill at making sorghum so he would go and help all around the Paintsville, KY area. Thank you so much, Tipper!
Thank you so very much Tipper for taking your time to read to me a wonderful book. The time goes by very fast…i get so engrossed in the book, I do not want you to stop reading it. I hope you have the time to read to us another book after this one.
Really enjoying the reading. Brings back memories of my childhood when my granddaddy made syrup and how I would get off the bus and drink cane juice here in South Ms. Glad I grew up experiencing most of these lost arts. Griest mill, making butter and so much more.
My grandpa used to make his own cigarettes. He had a little machine that would roll them when you slid the lever. He would let me run the lever for him when I was around when he was making them. Good memory. 🥲 . For some strange reason, my mind keeps wanting to place the time frame of this story back around the same time as the Laura Ingles time, but I know that is not right, because Teacher road the bus to get where she was, and was getting her education as a Chemical Engineer. I have to keep stopping and remind myself, that my parents went to a one room schoolhouse, and walked everywhere, and had outhouses when they were young. ☺
We all should stop and look and listen to what nature offers us. God is so good to give us all the beauty to see & enjoy. I think Teacher might fall for Chris. This story gets better every week. I remember the word brogans for boots. We still call them brogans here in Haywood County, NC. This story brings back memories. Thank you Tipper. I am going to purchase this book when you finish reading it to us. If I got it now I would want to read it all in one day. 😆
One more point. When you roll Prince Albert you have to lick the paper to get it to stick. How do I know? I've done it. My question is, when Chris rolled Louisa's cigarette did he lick the paper for her? Is that not a precursor of some serious slobber swapping? I can see it coming!
My daddy rolled and smoke Prince Albert cigarettes til he passed @ 83 years of age. My mama dipped snuff and lived to be 85. I have so many precious memories and experienced most of the bygone days.
My mother wouldn't go near where they were crushing cane and boiling down the juice and she wouldn't let us kids either. She wouldn't have witnessed it but the year she was born a cousin of hers died in an accident with a cane mill. 14 year old Glen Jefferson DeHart. His death certificate says "head crushed with cain mill sweep did suddent". "did" I take to be died. While Mommy never knew the young man and only heard stories about his demise it still traumatized her to a point that she wouldn't go near a cane mill. When she told me about it I thought that somehow he had gotten his head in the rollers that crushed the cane stalks. It wasn't until I got into genealogy and had access to records that I realized it was the sweep, not the mill itself that did the damage.
The part about taylor made cigarettes brought back the memory of red cans of Prince Edward and blue cans of Bugler. My Mother ordered a rolling machine from Bugler, but could not get the hang of using the machine. So I tried and rolled what she called perfect cigarettes. So I would offer to roll for her if she would bake me a cake. (chocolate from scratch) what a deal for both of us.
I remember being at my great grandpa farm and twisting and hanging tobacco leaves up to dry and my great uncle Earl and his brother Buck Trent (The same Buck Trent from Hee Haw) would come by with a jug and their guitars and we would have a good time.
Yes he was him and my uncle JD who was a back up guitarist for the grand Ole Opry would sit down and do some serious picking, also my great uncle AG who did all the pearl inlay work for Gibson guitars.
Before my Nephew M turned greedy he was a little boy we were going to the state park but the bus broke down and had to wait for a replacement insert eyer roll and so on, and finally, so we went on and had to rush through there so we had to hurry back on time. Such a bad day.
Moonshine? Now Tipper you know we don't do anything like that in Virginia.😂. Have a safe November, lots of guns out there. Thank you for the story. There's got to be a part more of it, I understand.
I meant to say thank you for reading the story, extremely enjoyable. I have a vision problem so I don’t read as much as I should❤️🙃(had to edit voice command)
This was a very good chapter. I think the part that I liked and could envision the most was when she turned over the stove. In my mind I see her as a slight little lady and she must have been pretty mad to turn it over.
I did some searching about this book and found some gems about it, like I said I plan on donating so everyone can read this wonderful book well the term bittersweet seems to fit. I'm not sure if Tannehill state park has the making of the molasses their man if they did they'd have the visitors.
Tipper At the end of each reading I want to say, “oh please just one more chapter-don’t stop yet!” In my mind I’m ten years old again sitting on my grams back porch in Kentucky watching for fire flies. Thank you so much for the reading and the calling of dear sweet memories 💓
I'm so glad you like it that much 😀
Yes , 2 chapters , lol , what’s really cool is , on a day when the high temperature for the day was that morning, and the temperature is going to drop all day , you put a Hugh pot of soup on , that takes all day to cook , start the story from chapter one and just enjoy listening as the windows fog over …. We are blessed to live in you tube times !!!
The frost is thick on the punkin & Tipper is warming our hearts with pride of our heritage. The treasures of life are discovered & realized in the abundance of the autumn harvest. The music of the rewards of the harvest paints memories I'll never forget. Roll on Tipper
Tipper, the part about Lee Buck making/playing his fiddle verses fixing all of the things that needed fixin,,,,well it reminds me of Mary and Martha in the Bible. Mary chose the best thing to do.
Just like you said, "We need to take a few minutes to take time, looking at things and enjoy them."
Sometimes the work just needs to wait upon more important things in life. Work will always be there.
Thanks so much for reading to us. ❤
I didn't even think of that correlation! Thank you for pointing that out 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia ❤
This is my favorite chapter so far!! FINALLY!! Finally we see Louisa loving the people, the country, the food! She is changing, loving and appreciating the people that I have already come to love in previous chapters. I feel like she is now really becoming a part of the folks, not just an outsider looking in. I also feel like she is more interlaced in the story and not just a narrator. I hope this all makes since! Come on next Friday, hurry up and git here!
Your wonderful reading of this story makes me feel like I’m actually a part of this beautiful portrait of life set in the Appalachians . The setting is of a much simpler time in life free of todays complications . I must admit that I can sense the hearts and feelings of Teacher and Chris slowly reaching out to each other and it is a very romantic wonderland .
In making his beautiful fiddle, and playing music, he gave his family a lifetime of memories that no swinging gate or watertight outhouse or perfect steps could ever give them. It was his gift.
I like that Diane 😀
Wonderful reading, thank you Tipper. I felt Louisa was lamenting maybe the loss of her life with Chris because of 'the trouble'. I see this chapter as her falling in love with him. ❤
Glad you enjoyed this chapter too 😀
As I look at you while reading, it’s like I can see them behind you making the syrup. I saw a little comic in the paper once that said I like books better then movies because movies put pictures in your eyes but books put pictures in your mind. I love that!
I love that too!
My grandpaw could roll a cigarette with one hand while pulling the strings on the bull durham pouch with his mouth and placing the pouch back in his chest pocket on his bibs. Beside the orange slice candy or the orange peanuts candy he always kept there in a little brown paper sach for me to eat while he smoked his cigarette and we took a break from whatever chore we was a doing. He would smoke his own baccer he raised and refill his lil cloth sach more often than not. He would make twists for chewing for some others that chewed baccer. These twist would hang on the walls in a back room of the house. I remember when you smoked you own it was called long green. I don't know why it was not green it was cured and he picked the best of the crop to keep for smoking and for twists for family and friends. I remember a twist of his baccer my mom picked out of his back room and hung it on a nail at our house after he passed it stayed hanging on that nail for years till i left to go for the army. I don't know what ever happened to it.
Such great memories 😀
I especially like this chapter too,brought back some good memories when I worked in the school system. Lee Buck kept telling Louisa nor to worry she would get paid her regular pay if school was in session or not.That was always comforting to know,I counted that a blessing. I can see why molasses making time, would be a fun time.Thank You Tipper For Sharing Mountain Path with us 🙂.
That is certainly a blessing-I felt that way when I worked at the college 😀 Thank Donald!
Thank you so much. I don't want it to end either. I love the view from your porch. The colors are like that here too. When it's all green the different trees don't stand out the same. Beautiful to see & hear the crunch of leaves. And the clear blue of the sky. Stay cozy & warm & enjoy this lovely fall. 🙏
Once again (I think I'm becoming a broken record) I really admire the vivid paintings her descriptive writing creates in my imagination. You can almost feel the warmth of the sun, the joyful singing and the cozy fiddle playing in front of the first fire of the season. I also got a kick out of her name dropping strataverious. Great reading, as always
Thank you Lisa-I like her descriptions too 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia I love this story! I hope you find another book to read after this one! Your voice brings the characters to life.
I loved the part about all of them singing. My grandparents sang a lot and I always thought PawPaw sounded like Bill Monroe. I’m very fortunate that I feel like everything thing that I’m grateful for…money can’t buy. Thanks Tipper for another enjoyable Friday evening!💕
I really liked that part too 😀
I loved every word again this week. I am almost 62, and I look forward to the time I get listen while you read a new chapter each Friday.
I sent the video of the hymn to my kids because we sang it in church back in the day. I loved the sense of community in this chapter all the way through. They kept reassuring her she would get paid even if the school was closed. Even though she admitted she caused the stove to fall, no one blamed her. I also liked the fun they had with the sorghum stripping. She has become a part of the community. “Earn your salt” and “Brogans” popped out at me. Thank you for this installment! ❤️
I loved that aspect of community too 😀
I, too, liked this chapter the most so far. I was thinking teacher could have been scolded for breaking the stove at such a busy time, etc. Instead, it was used as a joyful time to have the children help with the harvest of the cane for all..including Louisa. Loved that Chris stopped the wagon and rolled smooth cigarettes for both of them. My dad rolled his cigarettes for a while. He later had a gizzy to roll them with. I got to help roll a few sometimes. My one grandpa smoked cigarettes and the other chewed tobacco (redman's). They both had allotments for growing tobacco and hung the huge leaves in their barns. It was fun to go in the barn with the huge leaves hanging down from the rafters. The leaves drying smelled so good. It WAS a different time for sure. I am glad Louisa is finding her place with the students and families...and also Chris as we go forward. Love, Love Friday's story (half) hour with Tipper. Will be ready for next week!
I remember saying in a comment on an earlier chapter that Louisa was "going native", so when she thinks in this segment of how easy it would be to "go primitive", I congratulated myself a little for being in tune with Harriet's thinking. I also appreciated the reference to Stradivarius as a reminder that some "high culture" makes it way to even to the most isolated "hollers", and that a violin and fiddle are, in the end, the same thing.
I just love that whole thought Bob! Isn't it so true! That no matter how you dress it up, we are all in this world together. Food, instruments, people may look different in different places, social statuses, and cultures but in the end we are all the same. I just love that!
In Ireland the Irish word for shoes of any kind is "Brog".
Shortly after I got up this morning drinking coffee thinking about my day I thought it’s Friday, Tipper will read tonight. The notification came this afternoon but I waited until now to listen. Thank you and I hope you will continue your readings when this one is done.
😀 So glad you enjoyed it! I do plan to read another one when this one ends 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia Yaaaay ! I was hoping to hear that, Tipper! Thank you.
My Pop makes his own cigarettes. When he was young he rolled them from the flat papers, but these days he uses filtered tubes and a machine that slids the packed tobacco into the tubes. My Pop is one of those men that can do many things. Plumbing, electrical, dry walling, auto and small engine mechanicing , but to watch the joy that comes forth from him when he does woodworking is heavenly.
He sounds great 😀
He's a good, fair, levelheaded man who just turned 82.
Simple things do bring the most joy. This is a really great chapter. I don't know about making syrup but it is getting cold enough for "hog killing day"; that was always a really big day for butchering hogs, rendering lard, preserving hams, and salting down fat back. I have worn brogans before; they are sort of a combination shoe and boot. A lot of people got new brogans after the cotton was picked in the fall. If you listen to Grandpa Jones sing "Picking Time" he sings about people getting new shoes after picking time. This chapter has brought back a lot off memories for me. Dennis Morgan
Thank you Dennis 😀
What a great chapter. So many things stand out. I didnt grow up with molasses but rather with a Dad who loved old time cane "surp". He would buy it in a can with a metal handle. It was a sweet memory from his childhood. And that hymn is one we sang all my childhood too with all the parts. Its beginning to get kind of scarey wondering what's coming for Chris and in turn Louisa. What I wouldn't give for a bite of that sow belly sandwich. Sounded good 😊 to me. As for the fiddle my grandpa made his first fiddle out of wooden cigar boxes and taught himself to play. Necessity is the mother of invention. Thanks again for reading to us. Have a good weekend. God bless yall.
That is so true about slowing down and finding beauty in the things around us. Sometimes the little things in life can come to mean the most, especially when we are forced to slow down and not given a choice in the matter. I spend so much of my time seeing to the overall plan of life and what needs to be done to accomplish that plan that sometimes all joy goes to the wayside and I develop tunnel vision. I know that God looks at me running around like a chicken with my head cut off and laughs. This is also when something happens that is totally out of my control and I know that it is God's way of showing me to slow down and be happy in the everyday things of life. Another great reading of another chapter Mrs. Tipper😁
Enjoyed another chapter.
I don't want the book to end! Please give us a heads up when you are getting near the last few chapters, so I won't be going through those end of the book withdrawals! Will you please read another book sometime? I'm sure I would NOT be the only one who would love that! 🦋
Y'all have a blessed weekend!
😀 I'm planning on reading another book 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia Oh GOOD! I KNEW I was not the only one enjoying your reading! Thank you! 💕🌼🌿
I enjoyed this part.here again ,the kids roll with the flow,none of the rush and impatience of today.athey seem wiser too.little things bring them joy.im glad Chris and teacher got time to talk.they seem drawn to each other in spite of obstacles.cant wait for next part.thanks Tipper.great reading.Have a blessed weekend.♥️♥️♥️🍁🍁🍁🙏🙏🙏
Tipper, this book is just divine. I"m enjoying it so much. I like this chapter because through what the characters say, we learn so much about them.
As you were reading I saw in my minds eye my family back in the day when aunts, uncle, cousins would all gather at my Grandpa and Grandma's to help out and end with everyone picking up instruments and singing half the night. Sorghum syrup was one of my favorites before diabetes set in. Really enjoy your reading to me. Thanks for sharing.
What wonderful memories you have 😀
I couldn't stand it - I ordered 3 books - Mountain Path, Doll maker and a collection of short stories. I'm not going to cheat though. I'm faithfully listening to you chapter by chapter. Thank you so much for sharing this author with us!
I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
Once again, I enjoyed your reading very much. I like the descriptive images of everything that’s happening…. My daddy wore “brogan’s “…it was always used to describe work boots in my area of NC, too.
Thank you! 🤗
Brenda
A few years before my father died he apologized for being so strict. I told him that I didn't always do the right thing, but thanks to him, I knew what the right thing was! I'm sure your girls have been taught
to know what the right thing is. Truth, strength & courage are so important.
I loved the part where Louises thought how lucky she was to be able to be gifted with a few days off when the entire stove debacle was her fault due to impatience. She was definitely feeling a tiny bit guilty, but oh so happy.
I also love the tender side of Chris when he rolls her cigarettes for her.
The whole chapter had many sweet and touching moments. I feel as though the book is just getting better and better with each chapter.
Thank you !
I always so enjoy your reading and found myself often distracted by the beauty of the scene behind you. Thank you!
Lovely story!
I can remember, when I was a kid , at the old home place in watauga county my family making cane syrup, fun time.....my dad always called the work boots Brogans too..I grew up singing " when the roll is called up yonder" too....my dad rolled cigarettes too, though I never smoked, it amazed me how he rolled them so good....like you tipper , I love the little, simple things in life, sunsets , sunrises, a hawk in flight, fields of wild flowers, yes there is beauty all around us, if we take time to look....I enjoyed this .....thanks tipper....God bless...🙏
Your accent reminds me of my relatives, on my Mom's side...... they all came from Knightdale, NC. I recall hearing very similar voices, and the dialogue was always family, gossip, or both.
Thank you for a trip back, if only for a wee bit.
Great video. Thanks for sharing. God bless.
Thanks for watching!
Another great chapter! Thank you!
All the simple things in life really mean the most.
So true 😀
I always enjoy your reading this book Tipper Thank you!
Thank you Buz! I hope you've had a good week 😀
I was late today but listened as soon as we got home my grandfather rolled his cigarettes watched him all the time
WOW! You brought it to life for me. Thanx
Thank you for sharing another chapter of this wonderful book with us. I always love the same parts that you mention.
I like Tippers reading too, it's both a throwback like an aspirin for a headache and a throwback to the days when people entered theatres to watch TV: one reasons just as good as the other...like twins. Yet either the two should meet (like a 3 sided coin: take a penny or a quarter ya see on one side a flat and on the other lots of ups and downs or backs and forths one is just as honest as the other just as honest as Abe or George one will always have more worth; both good for change)
Reminds me of listenin' to A Prairie Home Companion without all the bells, whistles, footless shoes and false door snaps.
Tippers reading is just plain honest.
I was never a fast reader
more of a quick listener
and sometimes when I write
my ideas flyaway faster than a writ
and I can't keep up.
Its nice to hear Tipper readin' on things.
What I like is how She reflects on the triggered memories of the past...
Triggers setting off triggers I guess...or fractals and iterations.
(NOW I'm thinkin' about Willie and Mr. Gates and iterations like moving pictures as if they popped in for a visit)
Nice visit as I was figuring on the trigger by and old memory of dust boats...
How they float and move around on a sun beam is a still room
through the eyes of a kid a holding his breath...wondering.
A memory just sticks around but why?
Why do they visit and what are they trying to tell us?
Who sent them?
I really don't think anybody can say why they arise but triggers are one explanation but something underlies that...
I just know that it mine but I did'nt have anything to do with it and neither does anyone who drops trip wires.
though they may feel some sort of responsibility.
I'd be surprised if the subscribers had not this experience too
Tippers reflections are just another side that is close to me but might not feel this way to someone else.
Different tastes for different people.
That's why I use sorghum ( if I can find it) when makin' yeast bread...It fulfills all sorts of kneads.
Anyway...I think that's about all that came from todays mash.
Thanks,
Tipper
Thank you Phillip-glad you enjoyed this one. I love those triggers you're talking about-I feel them often.
Such a good chapter! My papaw rolled his Prince Albert cigarettes so quickly and I can just hear the paper catch on fire from the match when he lit the cigarette.
I can see in my mind the beautiful scenery that Louisa described and the joy that it brings to her mind. ♥️
It was easier when young to appreciate the simple things of life. When I hurt my foot and was crippled for a couple weeks I realized I had never sat down and relaxed on our porch. We lived in that house for two or three years before I sat in the lounger I'd put on the porch. Today I walked the dog, but the weather was rather bad with wind and snow whipping at my face. The view was spectacular though. That's part of the reward of braving the weather.
Tipper, I so enjoy your company. Thanks for reading to us.
I'm glad you do 😀
Have had a ruff day today here. Then your wonderful video came up. What a beautiful chapter it was. A fine storyteller you are of home. I miss home so much, to be cradled in the mountains.
Sorry for the rough day, but glad you enjoyed this chapter 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia Tipper I have been enjoying the whole book this far. Thank you for reading it to us
Had a chance tonight to set with a cup of hot tea to listen in. I enjoyed the description of how teacher and the children had a fun competition striping the cane. The men jumping in to help each team so they more or less would have even piles. Since I’m older I take long looks at things like teacher described Chris did at the clouds, flowers, etc. Like you said Tipper, there is beauty in everything. I have found this to be true as well. I appreciate the artistry of this beautiful earth God created and thankful each day I get to enjoy it. I like listening to the Mountain Path story. I like reading many of the comments and agree with so many of your followers. They all seem to say exactly what I’m thinking, but express it way better in their writings than I could without getting way to wordy. Thank you Tipper, for reading it to us. We appreciate you!
I appreciate you Chris!
My minds filling up with past memories from your read, but I type with one finger so I don't say much. But you Bless me so much,thank you. God Bless. Jean
Thank you Jean 😀
Thoroughly enjoying this book! Looking forward to the next chapter! Thank you!
Louisa’s comment about the leaky outhouse surprised me. I must have misunderstood earlier cause I thought there wasn’t an outhouse at their place? I’m so enjoying this story time. I look forward to Friday nights with Tipper!
I’m thinking it was mentioned in a general way instead of specific.
I’ve enjoyed this chapter too, I’ll be looking at some internet sites on the sorghum making. The cane mashing and making.
My grandpa would frequently “just break into song”, and especially “When the Roll us called up yonder I’ll be there”.
The feeling of the quiet, fog free hollow and listening to the quiet.
Also the description of the mules, I have a favorite photo taken about 1908, of great grandparents and my grandmother (at 8 years old) with her five siblings in their farm wagon, the mules pulling and going to small town in southeastern Kansas.
Brogans jumped out at me too. My mom would use the term now and again when I was young. I always knew it was an Irish term for nice new shoes.
Oh Tipper so enjoying these readings . You make me feel like family .. Thank you
I'm so glad 😀
I loved this chapter too! So many life lessons... And the cane harvest was very interesting.
I think so too!
I agree. Best chapter so far. Such vivid scenes. Thank you for reading to us. I really enjoy this.
You are so welcome 😀
I absolutely love and look forward to your readings. Also going back to either listen again or read one. You have an amazing presence and tone of your voice. I could listen to you all day. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels like we have known you for years and could sit with you on the porch and have the best time!!! You are a very loving, caring and Christian woman. May the Lord continue to bless you and your family 💞🙏💯🔥
Thank you 😀 so much!
I'm here on time, just lucky. Enjoy your stories
Thank you 😀
@@CelebratingAppalachia Your welcome
I just spent my whole off day cleaning while listening to 1-12 I'm so excited for the next chapters! 💜💜
Wonderful!
Oh, syrup making...Going to Rikards Mill to the syrup making tomorrow. Thanks for the reading. Never want you to quit. Have a good day tomorrow.
I've waited all week to see what adventures were in store for Louisa in the next chapter! Thank you so much for sharing her with us!💓
Thank you Scott 😀
I loved and related to the thought of choices we make between doing our chores and enjoying ourselves - always a challenge!! There is so much work to do
But the beauty of Appalachia calls us away! Thanks Tipper, great reading and an illuminating chapter🥰
Glad you enjoyed this chapter too 😀
This is a great story. Thank you for sharing it with us.
I'm so glad you enjoy it 😀
I look forward to each chapter . I went on vacation with no TV or internet and couldn't wait for chapter 12
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Thank you for reading. ❤️
Thank you. Gratitude does indeed bring joy.
I remember hayrides ,in the autumn, in Montana, with our "Luther league " church group. All of us children singing . My daddy sang a lot. You can't be true dear, Mexicali rose, you are my sunshine In a book, written by a neighbor ,of my family, in Buffalo , Montana . titled" In the Shadows of the Three Sisters " (a group of mountains, around their small ranch) the author wrote that you could hear my mother, Ruth", sing across the hills" I was not quite two when she died. I have no memory of her, but think and hope that I inherited her voice, love of singing , and the happiness and joy, doing so brings!
The rolled cigarettes. My dad rolled his own too. Prince Albert. So that memory popped backed. I would have loved to be helping make the sorghum.
I would have loved to have helped too 😀
Tipper that was a great chapter, i see beauty in lot of ways, went to the farm this morning found a cow with her new baby nature is amazing.
I bet that was so special 😀 Thank you Joe!
I love this channel. Thank you!
I love it.
Love your reading of this story
What a treat!!!!
I enjoy your commentary very much!
I can’t wait for the next chapter!! I really enjoyed about the sorghum too! My Mommy told me stories about sorghum making time just like this. And her Poppy, my Grandpa was known for his skill at making sorghum so he would go and help all around the Paintsville, KY area. Thank you so much, Tipper!
Thank you so very much Tipper for taking your time to read to me a wonderful book. The time goes by very fast…i get so engrossed in the book, I do not want you to stop reading it. I hope you have the time to read to us another book after this one.
Really enjoying the reading. Brings back memories of my childhood when my granddaddy made syrup and how I would get off the bus and drink cane juice here in South Ms. Glad I grew up experiencing most of these lost arts. Griest mill, making butter and so much more.
Fun chapter....I liked those same parts of it👍💞🥰
I look forwards to these videos every week
Every chapter makes me think Chris and Louisa will fall in love.
Love your reading, I look forward to the next chapter and also hope for future reading of books 😊
Love this chapter so much. My mother remembers her and her brother buying Prince Albert and cigarette papers. They were maybe 10 or 12 at the time.
My grandpa used to make his own cigarettes. He had a little machine that would roll them when you slid the lever. He would let me run the lever for him when I was around when he was making them. Good memory. 🥲 . For some strange reason, my mind keeps wanting to place the time frame of this story back around the same time as the Laura Ingles time, but I know that is not right, because Teacher road the bus to get where she was, and was getting her education as a Chemical Engineer. I have to keep stopping and remind myself, that my parents went to a one room schoolhouse, and walked everywhere, and had outhouses when they were young. ☺
your stories / recipies are off the hook Tipper. both my cat and rescue mutt are sleeping om their backs all four legs staight up.
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This is a good chapter. Thank you Tipper.
Thanks for reading. I love your reading
We all should stop and look and listen to what nature offers us.
God is so good to give us all the beauty to see & enjoy.
I think Teacher might fall for Chris.
This story gets better every week.
I remember the word brogans for boots. We still call them brogans here in Haywood County, NC.
This story brings back memories.
Thank you Tipper. I am going to purchase this book when you finish reading it to us. If I got it now I would want to read it all in one day. 😆
You are so right 😀
My daddy rolled Prince Albert in OCB papers. I’m so glade you read this and now I have to wait a whole week .
One more point. When you roll Prince Albert you have to lick the paper to get it to stick. How do I know? I've done it. My question is, when Chris rolled Louisa's cigarette did he lick the paper for her? Is that not a precursor of some serious slobber swapping? I can see it coming!
😀 too funny Papaw
My daddy rolled and smoke Prince Albert cigarettes til he passed @ 83 years of age. My mama dipped snuff and lived to be 85. I have so many precious memories and experienced most of the bygone days.
My mother wouldn't go near where they were crushing cane and boiling down the juice and she wouldn't let us kids either. She wouldn't have witnessed it but the year she was born a cousin of hers died in an accident with a cane mill. 14 year old Glen Jefferson DeHart. His death certificate says "head crushed with cain mill sweep did suddent". "did" I take to be died.
While Mommy never knew the young man and only heard stories about his demise it still traumatized her to a point that she wouldn't go near a cane mill. When she told me about it I thought that somehow he had gotten his head in the rollers that crushed the cane stalks. It wasn't until I got into genealogy and had access to records that I realized it was the sweep, not the mill itself that did the damage.
Such a sad story! I can see why it stuck with her.
The part about taylor made cigarettes brought back the memory of red cans of Prince Edward and blue cans of Bugler. My Mother ordered a rolling machine from Bugler, but could not get the hang of using the machine. So I tried and rolled what she called perfect cigarettes. So I would offer to roll for her if she would bake me a cake. (chocolate from scratch) what a deal for both of us.
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I remember being at my great grandpa farm and twisting and hanging tobacco leaves up to dry and my great uncle Earl and his brother Buck Trent (The same Buck Trent from Hee Haw) would come by with a jug and their guitars and we would have a good time.
That sounds like a fabulous time! Thanks for sharing your story about Buck Trent. If I remember right…he was an awesome banjo player?
What great memories 😀
Yes he was him and my uncle JD who was a back up guitarist for the grand Ole Opry would sit down and do some serious picking, also my great uncle AG who did all the pearl inlay work for Gibson guitars.
@@ezekielmoore4081 that’s a fabulous family story!!
Before my Nephew M turned greedy he was a little boy we were going to the state park but the bus broke down and had to wait for a replacement insert eyer roll and so on, and finally, so we went on and had to rush through there so we had to hurry back on time. Such a bad day.
Moonshine? Now Tipper you know we don't do anything like that in Virginia.😂. Have a safe November, lots of guns out there. Thank you for the story. There's got to be a part more of it, I understand.
😀 Glad you enjoyed this chapter!
@@CelebratingAppalachia FYI, the trout are biting good here and we're eating well. God bless you and your family.
I meant to say thank you for reading the story, extremely enjoyable. I have a vision problem so I don’t read as much as I should❤️🙃(had to edit voice command)
So glad you enjoy the reading 😀
The world must hold the same things for her that it held for him.
Oh my
Sure would like to put my hands on a red cedar fiddle.
You sweet angel
This was a very good chapter. I think the part that I liked and could envision the most was when she turned over the stove. In my mind I see her as a slight little lady and she must have been pretty mad to turn it over.
I did some searching about this book and found some gems about it, like I said I plan on donating so everyone can read this wonderful book well the term bittersweet seems to fit. I'm not sure if Tannehill state park has the making of the molasses their man if they did they'd have the visitors.
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I believe more between what happened between that only one remains and they're they don't want to rest to know.