Songs of the South;

Letters to My Children about Faith, Family, and Growing Up in the South

songs-south.pngIn thirty essays, “Songs of the South; Letters to My Children about Faith, Family, and Growing Up in the South” describe the challenges, failures and victories of the children become known as ‘the greatest generation’, two decades sandwiched between the national and familial solidarity that closed WW II and the radical dissimulation that marked the Vietnam War era. For America it was a time of both tumult and placidity, and of achievement both scientific and social. For its youth, it created a unique gridiron upon which the agrarian and industrial lifestyles met to experience one of, if not the greatest and most memorable eras of American history.

“Songs of the South” gives a humorous, factual, and personal perspective of a part of America known as the ‘South’, in which a strong relationship between the institutions of faith and family, and politics and religion created mucilage that coalesced into a strong and determined faith and polity still believed and practiced to this day. As Quinton Compton, the protagonist in Wm. Faulkner’s “Absalom! Absalom!” declared: You can’t understand it. You would have to be born there."

Not Through My Window

“Sweeter than Tea”; from the series, “Sweet Tea & Jesus Shoes, More Sweet Tea”

sweet-tea.png When it comes to South and the mystical mucilage of the unique Southern sovereignty, faith, family, love, tradition and pride are a powerful brew, Baker’s contribution, “Not Through My Window”, relates his first experience with what is known in the South as a ‘peeping Tom’, one who secretly looks through neighbor’s windows.

In this third of the Sweet Tea story collections (SWEET TEA & JESUS SHOES, MORE SWEET TEA) readers are treated to a panorama of Southern life, both then and now. Family dramas, comic mishaps, sentimental remembrances and poignant choices illuminate these thirteen stories by new and established authors. There's something for every reader: The gritty realism of a hunt for wild boars, the gentle grieving for a home now filled only with memories, the funny battle between a woman and her recipe for deviled eggs, and much more.

Come sit a spell on the front porch. Prop your feet up, sip a cold glass of sweet iced tea, and lose yourself in a way of life that's as irresistible as pecan pie and as unforgettable as a chilled slice of watermelon on a hot summer day. Welcome to a place that exists between the pages of How It Was and How It Might Have Been-just a little bit south of the long path home.

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