The Storyteller Teacher / Word of the day..

silvertipgrizz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0IMN4j2Pj0

JodieDownUnder

I truly wish I could communicate succinctly. I'm far to wordy and like to tell the intricacies to set the scene! Thankyou @silvertipgrizz ,I will practice my succinctness!

silvertipgrizz

@jodienancarrow I quit trying to be succinct a long time ago 🤣

Actually, that's not true, I just wanted to make you laugh 😊

JodieDownUnder

@silvertipgrizz and you did!

judsoncarroll4

The culture of the American South, traditionally, owes much to the Irish. The Gaelic word, Craic (pronounced "crack"), means fun or enjoyment. The traditional Southerner conveys craic through his creative... often colorful, even indulgent use of language... stories, songs, jokes, wit and banter. Craic is the culture of the true Southern "Cracker". The term cracker has nothing to do with race or skin color, and certainly nothing to do with whips, except that some early cattle drivers may have cracked their whips and became jokingly referred to by a much older term. See  William Shakespeare's King John (1595): "What cracker is this same that deafs our ears with this abundance of superfluous breath?" or, the Earl of Dartmouth, "I should explain to your Lordship what is meant by Crackers; a name they have got from being great boasters; they are a lawless set of rascalls on the frontiers of Virginia, Maryland, the Carolinas, and Georgia, who often change their places of abode." These same are those whose culture produced William Faulkner, Fannie Flagg, Lewis Grizzard, Jerry Clower, Archie Campbell, James Gregory, Jimmie Rodgers, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Louis Armstrong, Otis Redding, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Justin Wilson ... and me! We like to play with words... we like the sounds of words and all their inflections, double meanings and puns. That said, a previous career as a newspaper columnist - 500-750 words per work - had its impact on my written communication. In conversation though, one would be well advised to eschew hurry, rush and the trappings of modern society.... I do most everything as slowly as blackstrap molasses flows from an old bottle, onto biscuits, handmade with lard and never from a can... no, no "whomp biscuits" in my home... never that abominable sound that conveys such utter disregard for health and taste. Mine is a world of slow cooking and front porches... long, hot evenings in which honey suckle and magnolia perfume the sultry air.... a place where neighbors still wave as they pass by and the first dates for hunting and fishing seasons are marked on the calendars as holidays. "The past is not dead, it isn't even passed." - William Faulkner