Baby Boomer author and newspaper publisher Philip Burrow takes a heartfelt, and sometimes painful, nostalgic look at being raised in the 50’s by his grandparents at a small, backwoods farm in rural North Carolina. In this first-person account, he also delves into the life and family pottery business of his great-grandfather, William Henry Chriscoe, one of the early potters of the modern day Pottery Mecca of Seagrove, NC. Many nostalgic photos of the Chriscoe family are included, some dating back to the early 1900’s.
You will enjoy this book if:
- You fondly remember your aging grandparents, great-uncles, and great-aunts
- You were raised by grandparents or someone other than your parents
- You like reading of a time when life was slower
- You grew up on a small farm
- You grew up in the country
You like reading about the Good old days
You suffered abuse as a child
You are a parent considering divorce
You are interested in living off the land
You are an Old-time Southerner
You appreciate the Self-sufficiency lifestyle
You are interested in early North Carolina pottery
You’ve never shucked a bushel of corn
You’ve never raised chickens
You’ve never castrated a pig
You’ve never sat on an outdoor privy seat and gotten a cold butt in freezing weather
You’ve never had the run of a home and farm with goats, mules, cows, dogs, cats, kids, and other grand-kids – a trusting home where relatives and farm neighbors popped in unannounced almost daily by just opening a generally unlocked door.
Being raised by grandparents of another generation was an experience to never be forgotten, according to the author. But sometimes being shuffled back and forth between a mother and grandparents was painful and fraught with mixed emotions and feelings. Nevertheless, to have had a foot in two generations, was a privilege today savored by the author.
