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Thinkin’ with both hands—on the one hand, then the other—is the only way to make sure you don’t end up swingin’ a hammer at your own foot. It’s an old-school skill, like knowin’ how to trap a possum without endin’ up in a slap fight with a trash panda at 2AM. It’s rare. Almost extinct.

Several years ago, I was able to get my hands on three wooden rocking chairs that had spent many years on my grandfather’s front porch. These chairs, perfect candidates for antique chair repair, bring back fond memories every time I see them. He passed away in 1956, and my grandmother in 1983.

Today I want to discuss with all y’all a most important and extremely distressing issue that each of us experience every single day, but we seldom, if ever, think, consider, ponder or study on it. We rely on old-time survival skills to address and solve these everyday mysteries and challenges.

The little boy pushed open the screen door, ready to step inside. Before he could, his mama caught him just in time: “John Mark, don’t you dare bring all that mud into my house!” she scolded, hands on her hips. It’s all part of our lessons in self-sufficient living, teaching respect for keeping a clean and orderly home.

Now, one hot June day Uncle Coochie was plowing a field with his favorite mule, Johnny Pearl. Uncle Coochie’s daddy, Ossie, was plowing an adjoining field at the same time with their other mule, Ruby. This story is a staple of our Southern folklore, reflecting the rich history and traditions of our community.

Welcome to the Monkey Ranch! We are always so glad to have you spend time with us. You know we always have something fun going on. We’ve been missing y’all and I know y’all been missing me. Whether it’s a sneaky squirrel or learning how to make a wooden rabbit trap, there’s never a dull moment here.