We are of a tree of varied branches and buds and blooms and twigs and twiglets and knarls and knots. Just where that first sappling came from in the early nineteenth century to the hills of Alabama-the foothills of the Appalachains- is open to some conjecture. The Carolinas, quite likely (Marion County, SC specifically). One, of the lineage (Jesse Turberville) was born in Georgia in 1795 as the name moved westward in America's first westward migration.
A pine stump that has gone to lightered with aging, when freshly shouldered from the ground with a bulldozer gushes
fertiile southwest Alabama soil that, too, has aged and matured under ages of fallen pine needles. Warm different from the warmth remembered of a quilt made in the south of southern stuff in the hands of a southern mother. That is a warmth made warmer by the memories of those who have aged and matured and now savor the nearly forgotten natural winter chill of those see-through homes of southern rural mid-twentieth century life.
with aeromatic warmth. A warmth derived mostly of its own account and aroma but not completely without the energy, the presence, and the aeromatics of that black, humid, and
Dahlonega built this chair around 1920, along with the remainder of the dining set. In Olive's family it was the chair at the head of the table. It was Junior's chair at the end of a long day of stumping.
Home is where the heart is. Where your quilt is. This one was built of pine-gone to lightered. It was warm. (Very warm in the summer time).
On the Homes and Gardens Channel it's art. At home it's an item of utility.
