Month: December 2011

Dust to Dust

Everyone knows how wonderful my sister is. My vast readership here at wormlips.com has been lobbying for me to post more of her writings. If she weren’t such a good person, I’d have to hate her. Oh, she’s not perfect, mind you. Her nose turns up at the tip and her nostrils are uneven. Her giant brown eyes — which are not as innocent as they look — are those of a Guernsey. I could […]

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A Tribute to Ninety-Eight Years

Since I have several weeks off of work, I have some time on my hands: a rare commodity. This morning, instead of spending time brushing up on Spanish for my trip or delving into my stack of applied linguistics books, I found myself making a farewell to Mama Ginna. The still photos span over a decade. The audio is of a phone conversation I had with her shortly before her stroke three years ago. She […]

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The Real Mama Ginna

In the mid-1990s, I made an unexpected friend. I was working on my documentary about John Henry, looking for old-timers to tell me what they knew about the legend. In the Talcott, West Virginia post office, I asked the postmaster for suggestions of interesting people in town. He thought for a moment and picked up the phone. A few minutes later I was on my way to meet someone named Mrs. Virginia Crockett. I told […]

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