Hard Work Plain Living, Sweat, Wit, Grit and Spit


Delta Dirt.com was established as a way to remember and honor our forefathers  and foremothers who stayed with the land and fought through the hard times and heart breaks this land often dealt. Most never lived long enough to share in the delta’s wealth.  Many of their contributions have gone largely unnoticed and unappreciated.  We want  to change that.

   Some ask what is delta dirt? A fair question. If you have to ask you may never figure it out. In my mind delta dirt represents a sense of place and a  time of reflecting on the hard work, plain living, sweat, wit, grit, and spit  that it took to bring the delta from the hard life it dealt to the prosperous  life it offers today. The old shacks and farm-house are now gone leaving no  trace of the past.

   I still love to walk through the fields on a hot summer day.  I still hear the dinner bell to call the farm hands to dinner. The sounds of  children playing, sounds of the old field hollers.

 I still hear the sound of a  lonesome airplane making its way through the sky interrupting the silence. Those  sounds are still there and will forever be there for those who are tuned into the delta dirt.

   If you have an appreciation for the delta please join this page and share with us your stories of growing up in the delta. If you are not from the delta  but you have a love of the land, its people, their music and their  values; we want to hear from you too.

                                            Ten Miles East of Jones by Billy Henderson

©
2011

 

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5 thoughts on “Hard Work Plain Living, Sweat, Wit, Grit and Spit

  1. On an occasion I’ve been reminded of that solo plane that really you didn’t see but when you heard it on a bright fall day… Those moments… It’s a very melancholy feeling like riding your bike to the ballfield or standing in a field on a fall afternoon.. Funny how one small plane can surface and you’ve gone home

  2. Amazing how alike the experiences are of the folk trying make a living off the land. Your story and song could just as well have been of early life in South Africa.
    Also read “Footsteps”…… Laura sure has a wonderful way with words.

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