http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/2008/12/02/the-truth-about-this-country-girl/ Thu, 05 Nov 2009 11:25:51 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/2008/12/02/the-truth-about-this-country-girl/#comment-183 precisionink Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:31:02 +0000 http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/?p=133#comment-183 PS, Sorry I'm so curmudgeonly. PS, Sorry I’m so curmudgeonly.

]]> http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/2008/12/02/the-truth-about-this-country-girl/#comment-182 precisionink Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:30:06 +0000 http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/?p=133#comment-182 Ooh, I loved this post. Maybe because I am just that much older than you, other things come to mind that are also "just not that way anymore." I have tried writing about these things lots of times (the extended family meals on Butchering Day, including your mom's splendid kuchen, a word she pronounced in such a foreign way as she presented it for dessert that I would imitate it under my breath (my Barbies always served each other cooorghen); the tediousness of sitting while my mom rolled my hair in foam curlers after a Saturday night bath, for a fussy Sunday hairdo; playing with cousins on Uncle Joe's lawn, while the sounds of hymns sung by our elders drifted out into the twilight). It's easy to feel nostalgic about a lot of this, and I fight annoyance when I go back and see McDonald's wrappers on the floor of my neice's car. I notice that everybody's bigger: all those years of beef- and egg-rich diets caused much less change than a decade of fast food, even if the closest location is Hiawatha. I'm really pissed about that highway rammed through the heart of the fields, and Wendell Barry has helped me, too, to sort out conflicting feelings of loss and romanticism. I could go on. A nyway, I liked this one a lot. Thanks. Ooh, I loved this post. Maybe because I am just that much older than you, other things come to mind that are also “just not that way anymore.” I have tried writing about these things lots of times (the extended family meals on Butchering Day, including your mom’s splendid kuchen, a word she pronounced in such a foreign way as she presented it for dessert that I would imitate it under my breath (my Barbies always served each other cooorghen); the tediousness of sitting while my mom rolled my hair in foam curlers after a Saturday night bath, for a fussy Sunday hairdo; playing with cousins on Uncle Joe’s lawn, while the sounds of hymns sung by our elders drifted out into the twilight). It’s easy to feel nostalgic about a lot of this, and I fight annoyance when I go back and see McDonald’s wrappers on the floor of my neice’s car. I notice that everybody’s bigger: all those years of beef- and egg-rich diets caused much less change than a decade of fast food, even if the closest location is Hiawatha. I’m really pissed about that highway rammed through the heart of the fields, and Wendell Barry has helped me, too, to sort out conflicting feelings of loss and romanticism. I could go on. A
nyway, I liked this one a lot. Thanks.

]]> http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/2008/12/02/the-truth-about-this-country-girl/#comment-57 dobermama Wed, 03 Dec 2008 04:58:24 +0000 http://manhattandoula.wordpress.com/?p=133#comment-57 Requiem for a small town. Requiem for a small town.

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