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There is a random phone call or email during the evening hours. Someone has seen pictures on the internet of something that I have carved and they want to know if the piece is still available.“That piece sold a while back, but I could make another for you…”The details are gone over, time, money… They want two of a certain hiking stick, the back story is explained; there are two partners that they

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The excitement would start to build a couple of weeks after Thanksgiving. We would gather on the tiny concrete stoop of a front porch on Martin street, where all seven of us lived, to look at the Christmas lights on the courthouse. Everyone would be ohhhing and ahhhing as I danced around, jumping impatiently, trying to see above the tree line, until my father would pick me up so I could get a

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001 wizard staff $80SOLD002 sweetgum walking stick $30SOLD003 walking stick $25004 walking stick $25005 walking stick $25006 walking stick $30SOLD007 walking stick $25008 hiking stick $30SOLD009 dogwood owl walking stick $40010 various wands many in stock $10 each011 pumpkin king walking stick $40012 snake/skull walking stick $40SOLD013 candles $5 each014 cedar walking stick $30015 cedar walking

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In the year 1975 we moved from down town Newnan to Doc Perry road. The move was exciting to me as a second grader at Elm Street Elementary because of the destination. My grandparents lived at the end of Doc Perry road, to me, it was a place of magic and wonder that I held close in the deepest parts of my heart. Every holiday was spent there with the extended family, from week long barbecues

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In a world of unstable employment, horrific security issues, and governments on the verge of economic collapse we all have to pick the fight we are willing to “die on that mountain” for… Today, I’m picking my cable, phone and internet provider.This is a story replete with villains, dashing heroes, swarthy companions, and high adventure. So settle in and enjoy my tale of woe.April of 2011 found us

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Many years, and a few lifetimes, ago going to church on Sundays was a mandatory thing. This was back in the days of Sunday dinners, screen doors, cookouts and lots of friends being around. My parents would wake us up on Sunday mornings with an announcement of the time and add the solemn, “So get ready…” for good measure. Back then you didn’t have a choice, church was just one of those things that

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I had a piece of basswood in stock and decided to create my own version of a Halloween decoration...When working on a labor intensive carving like this your mind tends to wander as you work the piece with your hands. Sometimes I think about things that have happened to me as I go along.... This one was no different.I had thought about going to see a fortune teller that was located on the

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I have experienced some strange things since I looked on my facebook page a couple of weeks ago and saw that note… “You can see Jesus on here plain as day…”The things that have happened have been nothing new, just new to me. This hasn’t really been a learning experience, I think I have come out of this with more of an affirmation of my views toward humanity. The overall feeling I’m left with at

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A little over a year ago I went out on the Kawasaki mule to look for wood for walking sticks. I spent a few hours traveling around the woods, looking, walking, pondering and searching for the right pieces to choose. The last stop on my trip was near my fathers shop, just down the dirt road from where he worked on his Native American crafts before he passed away in 2008. There is a good stand of

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My father used to have a sign with the saying “American by birth, Southern by the grace of God” hanging in his shop. I like that… Another quote I like, that I just heard this evening, is, “The south is the soul of America…” You hear people bad mouthing the southern United States everywhere. Rednecks, hillbillies, inbred, etc etc… we’ve heard them all. We’ve been made fun of in every medium you

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The meal had ended hours before, yet we sat there talking. The conversation had turned to one of the favored topics, ghosts and haunted houses. We were spinning tales when a new one was sprung on us. It seems that the bridge on Roscoe Road was haunted by the spirit of a woman that had lost a child there before the new bridge was built.Before the current bridge was built the road hugged the sharp

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These things came to mind when my son recently acquired his driver’s license…I think it would be safe to say that “back in the day” there was a whole lot of drinking going on…The word that comes to mind when I think back on being relatively young is lucky. Lucky that I’m not dead, lucky that I never killed anyone, lucky someone never killed me. I started out in a 1981 Chevrolet Malibu classic.. A

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We were watching a movie the other night that included a scene of a cremation. James is seven and turned to me asking what they were doing. I explained to him that sometimes people choose to not to be buried when they die, but burned, usually to have their ashes spread at a place that they love to spend time at, or that has become special to them over the course of their lives. That one sparked a

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“He comes to easin’ round the coner…” That was always one of my great aunt’s lines that I loved to hear when she was telling a story from her childhood. I remember asking my father what a “coner” was… He looked at me like I was stupid and said, “Corner, boy… corner..”That was the way of it. I loved to listen to people tell stories. I sat at the feet of many older relatives and listened to them

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A few years ago I started a series of posts here entitled "glimpse", the reason for these posts were to give you guys a glimpse into the things that I see in everyday life. A glimpse of places that I like to go and things I like to do.Recently, I felt a need to revisit the topic...A few months ago I logged onto facebook and saw a post on my home page feed. The post said something about the daily

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I received an email from a customer asking about a wizard staff. We went over the details and I began the search. He wanted a staff six feet in length with a face on one side a name carved on the other. I went through the supply of wood I have on hand and discovered that I had nothing in stock that was quite long enough, so I began my search.It was slated to be one of the hottest days of the year

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Back down in the woods there is a pond that's quiet and peaceful... We use it from time to time as an escape from the noise and mess of every day life and useless people.To drive the kawasaki mule down there after midnight, park on the dam and look for ufos is a favorite pastime. We fish there and do some serious thinking as well... The pond sits at the bottom of a favored hollow where I played

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We moved out here when I was in the second grade. On the short list for us, as conscripted child labor, was the beautification of the front yard. The yard was full of sweet gum trees and small pines. My mother hates pine trees..The first order of business was the leveling and filling in of the yard itself. Dump truck after dump truck came in with top soil and left what turned out to be one of the

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I wrote a while back about my great grandmother, Grandma Smith. Here is an excerpt:"Many years ago in the mill village of Sargent Georgia if you needed any sort of doctoring, medicine, or poultices for injuries, you went to see "Aunt Becky" down by the railroad tracks.Aunt Becky was my great grandmother Becky Smith. She was my grandmother Zeddie Perry's mother. To direct family she was

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It all started when I was in high school. My mother came downstairs and told me she had a few things she wanted me to do. One of the chores on her list was the removal of a dogwood tree at the edge of the back yard. I saved that one for last. When I set out to remove it I remembered her order, "Cut it as close to the ground as you can, I don't want to see any stump at all..."I decided that I

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Many years ago uncle Walt and aunt Ada lived in a little four room house out in the middle of the woods. They had no electricity or running water. They traveled part of the year, working the carnival circuit, but returned to their place for a few months at a time. I either never met them or don't remember them. Once they had gone on we used the place as a weekend get away from time to time.My

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Sometimes when I get writer’s block, or whatever one chooses to call the phenomenon of wanting to write but not finding the words, I remember my 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Dishman. Every Friday was creative writing day and we would be required to write a story or poem or something. We could choose a photo (usually just ads stripped out of

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Stumbling through facebook a while back I happened across a picture that my cousin posted. The photograph gave me pause, I downloaded it, and find myself looking at it at odd times. This space is there, right now, as I type on this keyboard. I find that to be ... irksome. That makes no sense to me, but that is what I feel.I see the names carved into the stone in a way that the two of them wanted,

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The week before Christmas was building up to a feverish pitch. Orders were piled up, guests were coming into town, shopping was still to be done, organization was afoot in the house... In other words, a typical holiday season.The weekend before was spent in a nonstop frenzy of making everything ready for the festivities. The pace slowed down a bit after our guests arrived Sunday night. Plans were

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A couple of weekends ago we were in front of Scotts Book Store in Newnan for the sale that takes place on the court square the first Saturday of every month.It was cold. Ridiculously cold.I knew that the temperatures were doable, but combined with the wind, it was hell. We set up and were ready to go by nine that morning. Even though we were armed with "hot hands" (little baggies you put in your

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I was listening to a speaker at a dinner given by the communist party when he began to talk about the Tea Party."The problem we have with this group of people is that they are in a position to sway the conscience thought of voters in this country. They hold no fear to speak about the things they believe in. They stand for capitalism and high import taxes, for building the labor force in this

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Halloween at midnight. Legend has it that Dead Time runs between midnight and three a.m., the time when all deeds black and evil in nature should be done. A time when foul things of worlds beyond our understanding have the power to break through the bonds keeping them in check.We pride ourselves on our ability to recognize that which is real and separate it from what we understand to be our

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I have been listening to the chatter over juan williams getting fired from npr for admitting that he felt apprehensive when boarding a plane with muslim people.Coming from a point of view that is right of center, I'm not surprised that he was fired. He gave fox news too much face time for the powers that be at npr to be comfortable with him.The funny thing about all of this is that the folks over

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I thought about this one... I thought for a while about it...Earlier tonight as Patrick was on facebook he turned to us and asked if we remembered his friend that he used to hang out with a couple of years ago. We did...He told us that he had died, we asked how and he told us that he was shot in a hunting accident and died this morning. He was getting reports from other people on line about it

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I have completed the second piece of cypress that I got from my mother.... A couple of posts ago I spoke about going to my father's shop with my mother. While there I came across two pieces of cypress. The first piece, featured here, was painted a flat brown, the second piece was painted a bright red.Dad had painted this one red with the idea of painting a Santa face and Christmas tree on it. He

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Many years ago I was having one of those late night discussions with my father, this one was about family tradition... We had covered the basic points in bloodline historical moments such as moonshiners, thieves, soothsayers, preachers, mill workers, and carnies...The lesson I was being taught then switched over to the Creek and Cherokee ancestry in our family. He began telling me the history of

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I was sitting there on a Friday evening with nothing to do and had run around the channels on the television for the four hundredth time when I tossed the remote aside and headed for the car. I was feeling on edge, had been for several days and needed something. Back then I had 1985 pontiac fiero gt, a purchase I made in direct response to having been chauffeur for a group of friends for several

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The biggest problem I have with people in general is hypocrisy. The soap box arena is peppered with topics that could cause someone to sit and write for hours, eventually all of them come down to just plain talking out of your ass.I read musings by people that profess to be something that they aren't. They have no sense of humor and can't begin to understand what people are really like. I'm

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This Friday and Saturday, September the 25th and 26th, there will be a yard sale extravaganza starting at 8:00 AM going until we are finished each day....The yard sale will feature my carvings (click here to view), Julie's jewelry (click here) and regular yard sale fare...Aside from our artwork the following items will be for sale... & everything must go!ClothingCookwareFlower potsWhite wicker

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Everyone is asleep, I was working on some carvings and decided to step out onto the porch. The moon is pretty much full so there is quite a bit of light slipping through the trees, tossing everything into a world of black and white.Leaves are beginning to turn and fall, ushering in the season of reflection. I began to aimlessly stroll across the yard, moving through the odd colorless world I

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This morning it's cool and dry outside... a far cry from the near one hundred percent humidity with matching temperatures that we have been experiencing for what seems like decades now. I know it's only been a few months since everyone was complaining about ice, snow and frigid temperatures, and they soon will again, but lately I have felt like Summer wasn't going to loosen it's hold.This year

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Here are a few comments I copied from one site featuring a discussion of the Glenn Beck rally in Washington this past weekend....Glenn Beck is a fag & he knows it... god dam cock suckerI have never seen such a large gathering of uneducated hillbillies. Sure, some may have an education, but they are still hillbillies in my book.Yeah I got tea. I got tea in my cabinet, in jars, iced in the

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26 February 1993 – World Trade Center bombing, New York City. 6 killed.13 March 1993 – 1993 Bombay bombings. Mumbai, India. 250 dead, 700 injured.28 July 1994 – Buenos Aires, Argentina. Vehicle suicide bombing attack against AMIA building, the local Jewish community representation. 85 dead, more than 300 injured.24 December 1994 – Air France Flight 8969 hijacking in Algiers by 3 members of Armed

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I was over at Tony's place reading his latest post. He was talking about walking through Graceland in Memphis, he took it all in and didn't say anything. The second I read that I understood exactly what he meant.That emotional connection to a place that's so strong that you begin to treat it with reverence played through my head for the rest of the day. The images of the places I hold dear were

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I want to thank everyone who has responded with donations for the family I wrote about in the last couple of posts. Every bit of help they get will allow them to, well.. as Matt-Man so eloquently put it..."I know that no matter what any of us do, it will not help Boo and her family to ever get over this event, but anything we do “in the meantime”, will absolutely help them to get through this

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In my last entry I spoke of a friend that has suffered the loss of two of her children. I spoke with her today and she told me that beyond the obvious situation being difficult to handle they are faced with the financial aspect being an unimaginable burden.She wrote a brief blog post about what happened that went as follows:~~~~~~~~~~On Monday July 19, there was a fire at my ex's home. We lost

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There are times in life when we are tested.The test I'm speaking of is questioning the workings of the universe, loss of faith in other words. Whether you have placed your faith in a religion, a specific God, or new age crystal rubbing we are tried from time to time.Each day you can see an endless stream of grief on any news channel. Our morbid curiosity of things of this nature has always

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it's been a long time since I felt fine...

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As a southerner in the United States I would like nothing more than to be able to fly the confederate battle flag. To me, it would symbolize pride in a culture where people stood against a tyrannical government and said, "You don't like us having an economic stronghold, so you apply unfair taxation on our exports, and that isn't fair." Yet, to most people it simply means, "I hate brown people."

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A second rate actress and train crash in the making by the name of lindsay lohan gets drunk, wrecks a few cars, violates probation and then is sent to prison.And it is "news"This woman is a bug. Bugs are a dime a dozen. They can be found in every place humans exist. A bug is defined as a human that has no soul, exists through lies and manipulation of those around them, for no apparent reason.

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What is it about this guy that has drawn such a reaction and created so many fans?He was born in 1956, and, beginning at the age of seven, spent his life working on fishing boats. He went to work for his father at the age 17 on a crab boat. From that point forward he was a crab fisherman. He became captain of a crab boat at the age of 21. In 1990 he bought into the fishing vessel Cornelia Marie,

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I had a long conversation with a friend of mine the other night. The setting was the same as ever for me and I thought nothing of it...I was working on a walking stick on the front porch when sounds of an approaching car came down the driveway. I sat back and watched it pull up, park, and then an old friend step out. I had not seen the guy in years, the last I heard he had moved away and started

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It's always been things not looked for that have frightened me the most, the unexpected. I was hanging out at my parents house late one evening when I saw a strange person. My cousin was spending the night and we had been playing basketball. My brother, my cousin and myself were finished with the game and we made our way over to the patio. The only light on was the one that illuminated the

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One of the first jobs I ever had was working at a pre-cast concrete construction company. They made pieces for buildings all over the region. My job was on a loading crew. The work was typical mindless movement for a few bucks an hour.The only thing about the job I enjoyed was the people. I would arrive at 6:15 every morning to punch in. I had to stand in line with the other guys to wait my turn

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I was tossed back in time today to when I was twelve years old. I was attending Arnco Sargent Elementary and in the seventh grade. Like all of us I look back on that period of life as a magical experience, when time didn't matter and a single afternoon could take forever to go by.There are a few memories that stand out, floating around in my mind from that time. They all revolve around the group

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The gulf oil spill has and is decimating the ecology and and lives in the region. It isn't much, but I am going to begin selling carvings and then sending all of the money directly to families in the region. This is a difficult thing to do, its very hard to first find people in the gulf region that are hurting and get in touch with them directly. I'm being very selective about this for

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For my father, Delmos Perry...Father's day is approaching again. Everyone be on the lookout for cheap gifts aimed toward grilling something or smelling better.Me? I'm planning on a trip to Ireland to fish and play golf, then spend a few nights in an old inn with a fantastic pub where the locals will treat me with kindness and feed me the best food I've ever eaten. This, of course, will take place

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I lived at number nine Martin Street in Newnan until I was seven years old. The house was a small place, three bedrooms with a fourth made from a converted carport. There was no central air, one phone line, no cable tv, one bathroom and seven of us living there.Our social lives consisted of people coming over on Friday nights to play cards with my parents until some ridiculously late hour. We

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Each year at school seemed to be worse than the one before and I hated it. That's about as simple as I can put it. Yet, there were bright spots..Recently I read an article that someone wrote about a fifth grade teacher who's class I was in, Mrs. Faires. The article caused me to take a moment and think about the year I took English from her, or as we called it back then, reading...Everyone liked

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I wait patiently for church to be over with, squirming in the pew, tugging at my clip on tie, staring at the sweaty man standing behind the lectern, wondering when he will finally be finished. I was sure that he had been speaking about my eternal damnation for at least four hours, when in reality it was only about twenty minutes. My dad stopped showing me the time about sixteen minutes ago, after

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The dogs woke me up far too early this morning. The coffee is brewing and people are sleeping. I began my day with a check of email and reading status updates on social networking sites. That, in turn, led me to pondering human interaction as I stared out of the window.So I decided to ramble while the coffee brews...I'm a bit of a whore when it comes to facebook. You invite me to something, I

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I'm disgusted.There are thousands of gallons of oil pouring into the Gulf of Mexico at this very second. BP has even set up a feed so you can watch it as it happens, click here to see the utter destruction of the gulf coast, live for your viewing pleasure...It reminds me of the television commercial where all the people are standing around watching in horror as the tap on the sink continues to

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It was one of those typical Summer days you experience when you are young. Seems now that the days were much hotter then than they are now. You know the time I'm talking about, before such things as girls came along. The time when magic was still real and ghosts existed, when time seemed to move much slower, you could jam all sorts of adventures into one day, it seemed endless somehow.The setting

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I have been going to Savannah since I was in highschool. There is just something about its god awful coastal smell that is intoxicating to me. Regardless of where we are staying, the first thing I have to do is ride down Bay street, then take the Islands expressway to hwy 80 then head out to Tybee island... When I get to the corner of Islands & 80 I always let the window down. The weather doesn't

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My mother was born on the fourth of April in 1935, the youngest of ten children. Her parents were William, known as "Buddy", and Fannie West. My grandmother's maiden name was McGee, so Irish descent was a given... Everyone called my grandfather Buddy, but to all of us he was Pa, to his wife he always known strictly as William. Pa was a farmer when my mother was born, but later on was hired by the

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It was one of those days where the sun felt as if it could peel the skin right off of you. I was young, maybe twelve or so, and we had been going all day. All manner of play had been engaged, bicycles, army, plastic army men sets, plinking cans with bb guns, working on the dam down at the creek... Yet nothing would suffice.There was an uneasiness in the air...My grandparents were having a

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This weekend we were on the square in Newnan selling our goods and talking to people when we were approached by Kieth Tompkins. Kieth was out pressing the flesh and getting signatures so he could be on the ballot to represent Georgia's 70th district in the General Assembly. He was speaking with the people next to us and we heard much of the conversation. Then he stopped by our booth... the

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Poplar-59"- leather wrist strap - $50SOLD

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cedar - 37" - $60sold

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The close of a good day. I spent the last couple of hours sitting on the porch with my wife drinking coffee, next to a grill loaded down with hamburgers. Kicked back with our feet propped up we watched as the whitest clouds I've ever seen slowly passed overhead against a pure blue sky....The grass was cut, lightning bugs were swimming around in the humid air, James was desperately trying to

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It's early. There is a thunderstorm passing us by to the north, you can see a bit of lightning and hear the rumble of distant thunder. The windows are open and the light pat of rain can be heard outside in the trees. The deep smell of new green in the woods is thick and intoxicating. Everyone is asleep and the darkness seems complete at this hour.There is a stack of freshly cut wood nearby ready

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Three years ago I started wood carving. When I had completed my first piece I went on line and googled 'hand carved walking sticks' to see what was out there. There were hundreds of sites, shops and pages to be found. I clicked on 'images' and began thumbing through what lay before me... it was then I became a fan of Terran Ambrosone...At the time she had a site that contained many how to videos

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With the new week I am starting on the poplar series of hiking sticks. This oak hiking stick I finished last week. The piece came from my brother David. After the flooding a few months ago he brought me this oak stick. The stick had washed up on the banks of the Chattahoochee river in Heard county where he has some property leased for a hunting camp. He was near the river once it had begun to

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This has indeed been a busy weekend. Last week I was working to build inventory for a sale we had on the Court Square in Newnan, our home town here in Georgia. Once again, many thanks go out to Earlene Scott for allowing us to set up shop for a few hours in front of her book store. We visit her most every Saturday after we eat breakfast on the Square, it has become part of a weekend routine that

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I went over my mother's place this evening to go through some old photographs. I was looking for pictures from barbecues. I just finished a couple of pieces based on these events. When I was very young my grandfather put on a huge barbecue every 4th of July. They were a week long event culminating in a huge meal for lunch on the fourth. The best part of these gatherings was always the night of

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Throughout human existence there have been political methodologies used over and over. They have been used repeatedly because they, well.. work. The most popular of these appears to be smear the opposition.But you must look deeper.When it became apparent that the alphabet organizations (nsa, fbi, cia) dropped the ball in the lead up to the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001 by not "

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My cousin and her family stopped by the other night to see about getting a couple of wands. We discussed the particulars and visited for a while. They left with me promising to drop the wands off in a couple of days.Once the wands were completed James and I stopped by to deliver them. She has been remodeling her house and showed me the work in progress. During the visit she disappeared through

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A couple of years ago I took off one afternoon with my brother on the kawasaki mule. We drove around the property out here looking for good pieces I could make walking sticks out of. I came across a beautiful dogwood tree with a strange limb poking out at an odd angle. I liked the shape of it, so I backed the kawasaki up to the tree, climbed on back and began to saw the limb off.We continued our

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Poplar - $15 eachemail me at crickhollowcarving@gmail.com

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34" tall - cedar - $50email me at crickhollowcarving@gmail.comSOLDIf you are on facebook, click on the link to the left and become a fan!

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I picked up a few left over end pieces from some walking sticks and turned out a few of these...oak paperweight 4" - $10sold

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Oak wand - 17 1/2" - dragon heart string core... $25~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Snake walking stick - Cedar - 34 1/2" - $60~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wizard walking stick - Cedar - 34" - $50sold

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Red Oak - 11 1/2" X 17" - leather boarder - hand burned, varnished. Originally priced at $85 - on sale for $65

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Being that I hate cold weather now I simply opened the front door and then the back door and snapped a few pictures. It's February the twelfth. It snowed. It's Georgia. This isn't pleasant. Even the kids had no interest in getting out in this mess.This week has seen the anniversary of the second year since my father died. The old saying that time heals all wounds is simply a damn lie. I have a

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Dogwood root carving 8.5" in height 12" in length$45.00SOLDAdd a captionDogwood root carving 8.5" in height 12" in length $45.0017" Hour Glass Solid American Cherry wood W/Glass hand blown in England. True One hour timer.17"H x 10"WSells for $299.00 to $450.00on sale here for $100.00 OBOSOLD

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It's the time of year to prepare for upcoming shows... I find myself needing to make some room for new pieces, therefore I am having a sale on some existing walking sticks...All of these walking sticks are available now at these reduced prices on a first come - first serve basis. If you see anything that you want you may email me at crickhollowcarving@gmail.com or call me at 678-423-6541, Please

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With warmer weather a few weeks away it is now time to build up the inventory that has been depleted from gift making and shows that took place over the holidays. This of course means late hours. Tonight I started a couple of projects that I think will work out wonderfully.The first up is another version of the snake walking stick I did a while back.Next up is a piece of cedar I have begun

Clay Perryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08978442361257782495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374246327426304431.post-65545437390508839692010-01-24T13:51:00.002-05:002010-02-17T20:42:19.086-05:00

When the phone/fax machine at work began to give trouble, I took care of it...

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James was getting sick, all the time. He was always suffering with ear infections, sore throats, colds... first one thing then another. Julie took him to the doctor and the discussion ensued. He needed to have his tonsils and adenoids out. Much debate followed and the decision was made, date arranged, and ball set in motion.On the 28th of December he went in at 6:30 in the morning and had them

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For the better part of my life I have always held the opinion that winter is better than summer. You can put more clothes on but only take off so much before they come to get you right?I no longer hold that opinion...Winter is just wrong.This morning it is a steaming twelve degrees outside.This is Georgia... The land of ninety plus degrees with one hundred percent humidity. I am used to the kind

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Christmas has come and gone this year... Presents were handed out and a huge mess was made. The kids seemed pleased with their gifts and spirits were high. The food was plentiful and typical of southern homes... only extremely healthy dishes were served... and certainly eaten in moderate portions. We sat around tables and solved all the worlds more pressing issues and enjoyed each others

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Thanks to wendy for this lovely Christmas cheer...Try JibJab Sendables® eCards today!

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This year the lead up to Christmas has been a busy one indeed. Various orders have been filled and several more are sitting in different stages of completion. All in all they are getting done and await pick up or delivery.The machinations of poplar, cedar, and oak have taken a back seat at times when other things have popped up to stand in front me, banging a drum to get my attention. Some are

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Yesterday was surreal for me on many levels. We had a sale on the court square in Newnan to do, so the car was packed the evening before and work went on well into the night to finish a few last minute pieces. I got to bed around two thirty that morning. When we awoke it was to cold temperatures and rather blustery winds, with promises of rain mixed with snow flurries. Both of the kids were sick

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If you are on Facebook go here and become a fan of Crickhollow Studios for a chance to win a free walking stick.. The contest will run until 9:00pm eastern standard time tomorrow...

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I finished this walking stick yesterday.

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I had a couple of scrap pieces left over from a previous carving and decided to make a couple of weapons for James...

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Today was a throw back to my younger years, a time when my dad would wake us up early and start a massive cleaning project around the house. We spent several hours armed with various implements of destruction, each covering a preassigned area. Now the place is all organized and shiny.As I write this everyone has run away from me under the pretense of going to the store to pick up something for

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I posted a piece a while back about a cursed walking stick I have been reluctantly attempting to carve... read about it here. Well, I finally finished the damn thing. I decided to make a snake out of it. For a first attempt at carving a snake, I think it turned out OK... Given it's horrific past, I hope someone buys it from me soon.. It's really starting to creep me out... I'm afraid its going

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The day started early, we were set and ready by 8:45 this morning. The air was cold and the sun bright, but it was a good day. We met many people and sold a good bit of work. Several people came by to say hello and Scott's Bookstore where we were set up was busy all day. The kids were playing and the food and festivities were free flowing, small town living at it's best.The chill in the air

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This Saturday, November 7th, we will be selling our goods on the town square in Newnan. We have been invited by Earlene Scott to set up shop for the day outside of her place of business. Scott's bookstore has been a fixture in this town, and indeed in my life, for the past thirty three years. My mother took me there as a child for my first ever book purchase, read about it here...Ever since then

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I just read a comment left on a post I did… My cousin said that she wished that things could be like that just one more time. That, as you would expect, set me wandering through the nebulous memories that fly around in my mind.As I have said before one of my greatest wishes would be to stand at the curve in the road that leads down to my grandparents old home on the morning of July the 4th and

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Today I had a photo assignment in town. So as I wandered around taking the pictures I was brought on to provide, I also snapped random shots that caught my eye. Newnan is known as "The city of homes" and there are some lovely places around here. Houses that date back to pre-civil war litter the old streets, along with quaint little places that have been fixed up and sold for way more than they

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Halloween was a bit rainy this year, but it was still fun. The day started with a blow out breakfast with the family.. A cheeseburger with an egg, who'd have thought... We ran a few errands then headed home.. In the early evening we went for dinner in town and then trick or treated at several homes nearby. Then we went to my brothers place to pass out candy to all the good little children...We

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**repost from last year**The festival of Samhain was celebrated in ancient Irish, or Gaelic culture as the end of the harvest season and a time to put up stores for the winter. Celebrations were scheduled for this festival that marked the end of Summer and observed a time in which lore dictated that the lines between the world of the dead and the world of the living were blurred.Bonfires were

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