Even a Blind Pig

One of the many delicious aspects of my multidimensional husband that entranced and charmed me from the get-go in our relationship is his ability to make me laugh. Buck is a 5th generation Pensacolian, and a Southern gentleman, booted and horsed. Even better, he is a storyteller's storyteller. He was a working journalist and ran a couple of small-town newspapers in Perry and Live Oak, Florida way back in another century and another life, with a pretty blond wife and three tiny babies to feed.

In 1966, he returned to his roots in Pensacola, where he took a job in public affairs for a local company, rising to become its regional public affairs director and corporate lobbyist for thirty years. Buck rounded out his working-for-other-people career by serving as chairman of the board of a local bank that was in deep trouble when he got involved. A lot of small shareholders were hurting bad. Turns out, whereas that young actor "sees dead people," Buck "see numbers." He and the board went through some tough years, but at last sold the little bank. No one got really rich, but the shareholders made out okay and the ones who could hold out didn't lose their shirts.

Well, this isn't the story I started out to tell this evening, but it's a little piece of one I intend to tell another time.

Here's what I wanted to say tonight: I learned a lot of old country stories and sayings from Buck. He has the ability to switch from drawing room "King's English" to the language of the country folk he loves. He would tell you "Of course I love them. I are one." Sometimes I use one of the sayings I heard from him in conversation. I don't always get them just exactly right.

Take this one:  "Even a blind hog finds an acorn every now and then." Maybe you have heard it somewhere before.  We were in a group one evening, years ago, when somebody told us about some serendipitous event in their lives.  Thinking myself quite clever, I spouted, "Well, I've heard that even a blind pig finds an acre of corn every now and then."

Buck jerked a little and I thought for a minute he was laughing. But no, he was far to gentle to poke fun at me publicly. Later on, in the car, though, he chuckled and explained to me that a blind hog would be very lucky indeed to find one acorn, but for a blind pig to find an "acre of corn" was truly beyond belief.

We both had a good laugh at that. But I stick to my version of the story, because if it were not possible for a blind pig to find a whole acre of corn, I would not have had a dog's chance at finding the love of my life, and yet — here we are — still crazy (about each other) after all these years.

The very best Appalachian story, music, folkways, heritage and tradition-preserving blog is created, written, photographed and maintained by Tipper Pressley in Brasstown, North Carolina. It is called Blind Pig and the Acorn.

Go there now and see for yourself how vibrant it is. It is a blog of place, and you will feel instantly at home. IMG_3498 

I won a drawing from among Tipper's many visitors, and this wonderful Defender Brand garden journal arrived in today's mail. See? Didn't I tell you I get great stuff in the mail? Which reminds me of another remarkable gift from a fellow blogger friend in Wales that I haven't written about yet. I have made a photo, but haven't written the words.

Tomorrow. I swear. So much life. So many generous spirits. Here in the seemingly cold vastness of interstellar space and time, I am embraced by hearts no less warm because you occupy distant chairs, are hunched over desks, sprawled on a couch, or lying on your backs staring at the breathless stars in speechless joy in some other part of the world.

We share a cozy neighborhood. We are sharing this incredible trip, our very lives. And I embrace you back.

9 thoughts on “Even a Blind Pig

  1. I can’t even leave that man alone in the grocery store for a minute. Some cute thing comes up and starts talking to him about ripe melons. Good grief. . . he used to say he wanted to die after being shot by a jealous husband, but I have assured him that at this stage of the game, he better come up with something different. And he has, Susan, but I can’t say what it is here.


  2. Here’s to speechless joy and love expressed in the living giving and laughter found in anothers eyes:0)
    For me I have to say that gifts are as remarkable if not more so for the giver… the opportunity to say hello, thought of you, wanted to share this,is the best gift of all so my thanks is always that opportunity but it is swelled a 100 fold when ‘someone’ surprises me by taking the same opportunity:0)


Thanks for stopping by. What are you writing about today?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.