Marideth Sisco

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In this segment of KSMU's monthly program These Ozarks Hills, master storyteller and folklorist Marideth Sisco reflects on the protests and turmoil of the country as seen from her youth, and wonders if America can unite the way it once did.

Listen to the essay here:

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozarks Hills.  Try as I might, although I always yearn for Autumn, I cannot await its coming without realizing that it signals more than anything the end of things. Not everything. But some. Several. And certainly some I am loth to see depart.

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozarks Hills.  As Autumn graces us with one last splash of splendor this week before the rains finish stripping the trees of their showy palette, it offers a parallel skill of sweeping our minds clear of our troubles for a moment, offering one last grace note of honest-to-goodness goodness to our thoughts. 

These Ozarks Hills: March, and the Wheel of Life

Mar 4, 2016
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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozarks Hills. Somewhere back in the past, before there were memes, there was a widespread notion regarding weather and the seasons, asserting that if March comes in like a Lion, it will go out like a lamb. And vice versa. So what are we to do with a March that comes in insipid, neither one nor the other - just another day?

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. It’s June. Shouldn’t I be turning on my AC by now? Well, maybe today. These days, though, I doubt you’d find anyone anywhere who’d say this weather is normal. It’s odd even for the Ozarks. And then California and Texas they’ve traded weather patterns; and where there was record breaking historic drought in Texas there are killer floods destroying communities, tearing up homes and washing away the fragile, unprotected earth. And California, the Golden State, is starving for water.

St. Louis Botanical Garden
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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. It’s May Day today, which in many countries has been a long celebrated traditional day of festivities; with towns and villages across Europe celebrating springtime fertility of the soil, livestock, and people in all kinds of ways with village fairs and community gatherings. Since the reform of the Catholic calendar, May 1 is also the Feast of St Joseph the Worker, the patron saint of all those who toil. In socialist and communist countries, it is international workers day. Here, we pretty much dance around the maypole and be done with it.

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. I always feel when I come to the ragged end of the year that I’ve been in a year-long race, and will just barely make it to the finish. There is always too much to do, and at my age, the time goes whizzing by until sometimes I mistake the second hand for the hour hand on the clock. This year has had its share of ups and downs for everyone, but it’s also had its blessings, and I’m thankful for them as well.

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. Well, November is here finally. The frost officially found the Halloween pumpkins, and the relentless garden has finally gone to bed. And so can we, just as soon as we figure out where to put those last jars of applesauce and those boxes of sweet and Irish potatoes.

You know, don’t you, that the garden is actually never done? It’s just been put on slow forward.

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. You know, it’s a funny thing, but even though I always know this little talk is coming I’m never sure what it is I’ll talk about until I sit down to do it. I may have plans for a talk. But I never know for sure.

For instance, here it is October, I was all set to wax eloquently on the joys of life in the late garden, and how there is more than one official harvest season in the long, lazy Ozarks fall. And I had a few things to say about where the holiday Lammas got its name. But all that fell apart when I had a sudden fit of apples.