Unc on the map Avondale had a filtration system up there at one time.I don't know if that is whats showing up. It was in the field by Freewill church.
DD

Tell Oner to put a couple of shots of Vodka in that Lemon Sour...
In the late fifties someone built a lake over the mountain just before you get to Odena. It was on the left side of the road near where the Rush's lived. The Rush's had a junk car lot and the lake was behind their house. It would show up on a map.
Does anyone remember the Ore Pit behind the Walker Place? We used to go up there and pick Muscadines (sp).
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Walk Like A Stud - Leave Three Tracks In The Mud

"Muscadines" is correct, PeeNoir!

Butcha could ALSO call 'em scuppernongs, remember?

Actually, seems everybody pretty much SAID "scuppernines."

I was trying to think of Scuppernongs. I knew there was another name. They had the neatest purple coloring right at the stem. I can still taste them.

Does anyone remember 'possum grapes' or 'wild grapes' that grew in the woods? They were real tiny and grew high on vines wrapped around trees.
I hadn't seen any since I was 10 or 12 years old in Sylacauga. Well, Florida has them all over the place. I pick them every fall and eat them till I get sick. They have a real wild taste but they are delicious. Makes good wine...

Lathan,
You can come to our home at the right time of the year and eat all the scuppernongs your little heart desires.....if the deer don't get them first! We have them all over the place with stems that are a good 2 inches thick...have grown for YEARS. You could swing on the vines they are so strong. (Oh, I just know that opens a door for Jimmy to "take it away"...lol)

Karen, you shouldn't have told the little chimp...I mean imp...about those vines. He'll be up there swinging and hollering

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-000000000000000-AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

before you know it!

HAR! HAR! HAR!

Got 'em here in Texas. Not sure what they're called here, except for "wild grapes," but they're the same thing. Smaller than scuppernongs and tarter. I picked a gallon or so of 'em somewhere up along the Guadalupe River one day when we were looking at some land that a friend was buying.

Oh, by the way, the scuppernongs in the trees along the bank of the Coosa directly across from Camp Brownie were the biggest and best I ever found. Yummmmmm!

All this "Bust" talk goes back to my wife argueing with me this morning as I was getting ready to go to work. She finally said, "David, I'm going to punch you in the nose if you don't shut up!" I replied, "Thanks, honey, but I would rather have a bust in the mouth...knowwhatahmean..."

When Cubby got married - let me say this first, sometimes when having sex there are them that is called "Screamers"...you know, people who just can't hold it back and they start "Screaming" at the top of their lungs. Well, Cubby said that his wife had never been with one, and...

BTW,
Karen, did you notice that Jimmy answered himself three times on one post. You know what they say about people who talk to themselves and then answer themselves?
Jimmy's about a Hop Scotch Block away from the Funny Factory...

Probably true, Karen...and Lathan is about as funny as explosive diarrhea with the hiccups.

HAR! HAR! HAR!