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.
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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.