Letty wrote:Don1, have we 'mericans answered your questions in general?  
 
 
Southern folks say y'all, but mean a group of folks and never say that to just one person.
Then there is the difference between paper poke and paper bag.
 
Letty I'm not gonna even hazard what that means
											
 
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Ok, Don. I will dedicate a song to you on the radio thread and maybe you can get the idea. Hope you like country music.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												I'm not sure either.
I know there's a difference between a poke and a paper bag, but a paper poke?
I alway picture a poke made out of cloth, like flour sack cloth.
don....a poke (to me) is a bag you can sling over or around your shoulder, to tote stuff in.
Of course, when you pick poke salet, you tote it in your poke.
Here's a terrific song about poke salet...
written by Tony Joe White 
Originally recorded by Tony Joe White 
Also recorded by Elvis Presley 
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If some of ya'll never been down South too much... 
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this, 
So that you'll understand what I'm talking about 
Down there we have a plant 
That grows out in the woods and the fields, 
Looks somethin' like a turnip green. 
Everybody calls it Poke salad. Poke salad. 
Used to know a girl that lived down there and 
she'd go out in the evenings and pick a mess of it... 
Carry it home and cook it for supper, 
'Cause that's about all they had to eat, 
But they did all right. 
[sung] 
Down in Louisiana 
Where the alligators grow so mean 
There lived a girl that I swear to the world 
Made the alligators look tame 
Poke salad Annie, poke salad Annie 
Everybody said it was a shame 
Cause her mama was working on the chain-gang 
(A mean, vicious woman) 
Everyday 'fore supper time 
She'd go down by the truck patch 
And pick her a mess o' polk salad 
And carry it home in a tote sack 
Poke salad Annie, 'gators got you granny 
Everybody said it was a shame 
'Cause her mama was aworkin' on the chain-gang 
(a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman, 
Lord have mercy. Pick a mess of it) 
Her daddy was lazy and no count 
Claimed he had a bad back 
All her brothers were fit for 
Was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch 
Poke salad Annie, the gators got your granny 
Everybody said it was a shame 
Cause her mama was a working' on the chain gang 
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need a mess of it) 
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												The first shoots of pokeweed in the spring are delicious.  Then the plant becomes toxic and the berries are poisonous.
http://images.google.com/images?gbv=2&svnum=10&hl=en&sa=X&oi=spell&resnum=0&ct=result&cd=1&q=Pokeweed&spell=1
											 
																									
						
														
					
												Letty wrote:Ok, Don. I will dedicate a song to you on the radio thread and maybe you can get the idea. Hope you like country music.
 
I'm going to Italy today Letty so I probably wont hear your country music unless it's still there in a fortnight 
 
											 
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Ah, two weeks in Italy. Enjoy, Don, and ciao.