When Women Chewed (poem) by David Lee Thompson on AuthorsDen

When Women Chewed
by David Lee Thompson → (All Poetry by David Lee Thompson)
Sunday, January 23, 2022 Rated "G" by the Author.

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When I was growing up, many older women chewed tobacco or smoked a pipe. All people in my region spoke with a strong Appalachian dialect. Today, however, all this has changed. Old women don’t chew tobacco anymore, nor do they smoke pipes. And the Appalachian dialect is slowly disappearing. It all depends on which of our 55 counties in West Virginia you’re driving through.

This photo is being used compliments of Flickr. No changes whatsoever have been made of the photo, At least no intentional changes have been made. Finally, the picture is not being used for commercial purposes. When Women Chewed There she goes Ain’t seen her in awhile Cause she don’t come outta That old rough-lumbered house Throwed against the hillside Less she’s outta chewin’ baccer Sometimes on a hot summer day She be walkin’ down the road An I be drivin’ along real slow-like An I stop an ask she wonna ride She git in an if she say anythang Hit said through clenched teeth Cause o’ that chew in her mouth Make her need to spit real bad An after she in the car for awhile She asks ‘bout my mama an daddy I tell ‘er they doin’ all right thank ye Finely we git ta the store An I stop an let ‘er outta my car She spits in a big ol’ pile o’ dust An I poke on down the road Tryin’ ta sang like Hank Wims Wonderin' why he had ta die so young My brother say he’d rather anybody die Sides as good a sanger like Hank Wims ©️Copyright 2022 By David Lee Thompson

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on February 11, 2022

I SAW THE SCENE CLEAR DAVID. GREAT SHARE FROM START TO FINISH, THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by w. aher

Reviewed on February 10, 2022

Such a good story teller. Echoes of a rich life and a good ear. Nice Rhythm.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 24, 2022

And smoked cigars. I really enjoyed the vernacular. But was a bit surprised that the lady did not spit out the window while they were traveling on. And I miss Hank Williams even now, trying to sing his songs without ever getting close to his twang in the deep country way.

Keep trying to imitate the way he sang, "Cool, clear waatteerrr…"

Gone are the spittoons by the house entry and in all establishments like saloons. Baseball players and people trying to quit smoking are the last holdouts. Don't think I could love and kiss a woman who chewed.

Ron

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on January 23, 2022

There's just something so special about the things you write! I do love the thangs you writ here! Jest 'minds me-a Ol' Mammy Yocum, when she useter be in the ol' newspapers. This was a delightful ride with your chewing lady friend, way back when.
The way you express everything seems so realistic for that time! Love the way your brother puts his two cents in, too!

p.s. Did you ever hear the Chew Tobacco Rag?
We used to have it on a 78 record! Pting, ptu!

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