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Tornado Alley (Issue 29)

A tornado just made a 6-mile swipe through the middle of Atlanta for the first time ever.

It seems a little strange to me that one has not hit before because there is area of North Georgia in Hall County that is known as tornado alley. Plus Gainesville, which is only about 50 miles northeast of Atlanta, has had more than one tornado during my lifetime.
 
The big tornado that practically leveled the town of Gainesville was in 1936, killing several hundred people. I remember it quite well. It was around 8 in the morning and I was walking to catch the school bus.

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Life In Ocee (Issue 11)

From time to time, I’ll write about a time between the late sixties and mid-seventies, when I lived in the country in a little community just above Atlanta, called Ocee. This was just a small community with a country store, church, school, scattered neighbors, with me and my family in the center. It was actually near the town of Alpharetta, surrounded by two other communities called Lick Skillet and Shake Rag. After being there awhile, some called me the “mayor.”
 
I had only been there a short time when I flew out to Colorado to take a course in philosophy. When the other students asked me where I was from, and I replied Alpharetta, Georgia, they wanted to know where it was. When I responded that it was between Shake Rag and Lick Skillet, they said they had never heard of it. I replied, “neither had I before moving there.”
 
I wanted to live some place where I could raise my young son to teach him about things of nature, where he could learn how to be self-sustaining. In this connection, I acquired a few living creatures, namely chickens, pigs, dogs, and a pony for him (when he was just out of the rocking horse phase).
 
I named all the animals. One rooster I named Marshall Dillon. Two hens were named Bonnie and Clyde. My two dogs, one a collie and the other a German Shepherd, were named Miss Cookie and Taco. The pig was named Arnold, while the parakeet I named Mahatma Ghandai. The pony’s name was Tip-Toe.

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Lake Lanier & The Chattahoochee River (Issue 10)

In the middle part of the 20th century, it was decided the Corp of Engineers would dam up the Chattahoochee River and build a man-made lake, called Lake Lanier, named after the Georgia poet Sidney Lanier who wrote the poem, “Song of the Chattahoochee.” It flows from the Blue Ridge Mountains to the Gulf of Mexico. Some refer to it as “The Hooch.”
 
As I understand it, Lake Lanier is the largest man-made lake in the United States, covering five counties with a shoreline of 500 miles. I live within a stone’s throw of the lake.  I view it, cross it, and use the water, but have actually never been on the lake. If I happened to fall in, I can’t swim, and definitely could not drink it dry. Therefore, it’s just one of those things I enjoy looking at. Nevertheless, for thousands of others into boating and fishing, it provides a great recreation area. Surrounded by many parks and boat docks, Lake Lanier is a huge tourist attraction.
 
This past year, the severe drought dried up so much of the lake that in the hundreds of inlets, one could see the bottom, and many boats were left high and dry. The recent heavy rains are refilling, but there’s a ways to go before it’s up to its normal capacity.

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Grist Mill And Country Store (Issue 9)

A couple of weeks ago, I took a trip with a friend of mine to the little town of Helen, Georgia, an Alpine village nestled in the mountains of North Georgia. All the buildings are so European, and the streets are lined with quaint import stores. The Chattahoochee River flows through the center of town, and just before entering the area there is an old granary.
 
Established in 1876 and still in operation, the old grist mill, powered by the water from the Chattahoochee River, makes the most wonderful stone ground products. Some of my favorites are the course ground self- rising cornmeal, yellow speckled Speckled Grits, known as “Dixie” ice cream, Grandma’s Biscuit and Pancake Mix, porridge, and several other items, are made there using the huge stones that grind the products.
 
I had not been there in several years, and since my last visit, a general store had been added in the old building. All kinds of items are sold there including a large variety of homemade jellies, jams and preserves, plus all kinds of old sauces.
 
All of the stone ground products come with a tag of recipes that are so easy to make. I had never made chess pie before, however, the recipe using Grandma’s Pancake Mix is sooo easy and delicious. The local grown grains and stone ground products’ taste are far superior to any other commercial products.
 
I bought one bag of porridge, made from a combination of corn, wheat and rice. The package has a picture of the Three Bears on it. My 3-year-old grandson, Prince William, is very particular and opinionated about what he eats. I told him the story of the Three Bears and Porridge. He wanted to help me cook and ate a bowl of porridge for the first time, and just loved it. It is quite nutritious, as it contains no additives.
 
For anyone living within driving distance, a visit to Helen, Georgia is a lovely trip. It’s about 75 miles northeast of Atlanta. If you live in Georgia, most everything is gauged by its distance from Atlanta. And if you live in Atlanta, everything is measured from its distance from Peachtree Street. The main Peachtree Street goes all way from the center of town to Gainesville, Georgia. However, one can get confused because so many streets have names with the word Peachtree in it—Peachtree Circle, Old Peachtree, New Peachtree, Peachtree Battle, among MANY others.
 
And if you ask directions and the person uses the word “yonder,” that can mean virtually anything. Over yonder, down yonder, over yonder way, yonder past, so on and so on. If you come to Georgia for a visit, be sure to bring a map, and extra clothing. Once you wiggle your toes in red clay or the Chattahoochee River, or eat southern grits, you will want to linger awhile.
 
Let Freedom Ring!
 
JUST ME,
AC

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