This DOES sound good (though my "to be read" pile is already so high that I can barely get to my bed). Though I'm a third-generation Seattleite (all four grandparents came here in the 1890s), with strong Yankee roots, I've had a lifelong love of Bluegrass and Country music and played the fiddle and banjo for a living in my twenties, so I also have a "love/hate" relationship with Southern culture-and it's yet another aspect to feeling like an "anthropologist on Mars". The 1930s brought many Southerners to the Cascade Mountains to log, and I played with many transplants in bands, including a couple called, "The Tennesseans" and "Carolina Foxfire". The leader of the second band even got arrested for moonshining. They were for the most part great people-but there were still times when "culture shock" reared its head.
My great-grandfather Keene was such an ardent abolitionist that he volunteered when war broke out, and always claimed that if they had lived closer to Madison, they would have been the FIRST Wisconsin Artillery Battery instead of the Sixth Wisconsin Artillery Battery. On the other hand, my maternal grandmother (who was born in 1873) used to tell me about her cousin with the Confederate Army whose leg got blown off by a cannon ball and the leg subsequently landed in a tree.
This DOES sound good (though my "to be read" pile is already so high that I can barely get to my bed). Though I'm a third-generation Seattleite (all four grandparents came here in the 1890s), with strong Yankee roots, I've had a lifelong love of Bluegrass and Country music and played the fiddle and banjo for a living in my twenties, so I also have a "love/hate" relationship with Southern culture-and it's yet another aspect to feeling like an "anthropologist on Mars". The 1930s brought many Southerners to the Cascade Mountains to log, and I played with many transplants in bands, including a couple called, "The Tennesseans" and "Carolina Foxfire". The leader of the second band even got arrested for moonshining. They were for the most part great people-but there were still times when "culture shock" reared its head.
My great-grandfather Keene was such an ardent abolitionist that he volunteered when war broke out, and always claimed that if they had lived closer to Madison, they would have been the FIRST Wisconsin Artillery Battery instead of the Sixth Wisconsin Artillery Battery. On the other hand, my maternal grandmother (who was born in 1873) used to tell me about her cousin with the Confederate Army whose leg got blown off by a cannon ball and the leg subsequently landed in a tree.