Tennessee Folk Tales (1)


Today’s Gallery Theme: ‘Working It Out Together’

…or maybe just ‘Being Together’ – let’s see how it (ahem) ‘Works Out…’ shall we?

But, before any more of that, the first in what is probably going to be a mini series on the strange things that US folk (and particularly Tennessee folk) say and do.

We encountered a British family who had had a ‘Tennessee moment’ of extreme US naivety in a diner. The usual question from the server: ‘Where you folks from?’ On discovering they were British she demanded more information and was told ‘We live in England. South Coast. Near the English Channel.’ The server then had her Donald Trump moment, no doubt thinking about the wall he promises to get Mexico to build for him along the southern border of the US.

‘Hey, who dug it? The English or the French?’


I’m afraid that I’m probably responsible for the next one. I had arranged to take a couple of gymnast boys to their competition, and called at their home to collect them. I am writing this towards the end of April, by the way, in case you’re picking it up later. Their sitting room and family room were festooned with Christmas decorations. The mother explained: ‘Bea likes them so much she refused to let me take them down’ Bea is the boy’s younger sister. ‘I did manage to get the tree out, though…’

(Me:) ‘Isn’t it a year’s bad luck if you still have them up after January 6?’

(Her:) ‘OMG, is it?’

Anxious to allay her fears, I said: ‘But I think it’s OK if you leave them up right through to next Christmas’.

Then she had another anxious thought. ‘I’ve got one of their nephews coming down to us from Canada for part of the summer – what’ll he think?’

(Me:) ‘Give him a present, serve him turkey and plum pudding and say nothing…’

At which point, the boys and I left. Heaven knows what damage I’ve done there!


Ah. Wrestling with a problem! Let’s have another:


Oiled up. Lovely!


And how we like it:


But that wouldn’t go down well with the Tennessee public, I’m sure!

I mentioned in the previous post about the new ‘bathroom’ law in neighboring NC for transgender people, and the British warning to gay people not to go there. I somehow let slip to the British family I started with here – or they figured it out somehow, I don’t exactly remember – that I was a gay person. ‘OMG, do you have to carry a gun?’

That’s the image of America back in Britain, then!

bench press two

workout boiz


Well, those are definitely ‘Work Out Boys’! Two here working out their symmetrical balance:


And another variation on that sort of theme:


Just hangin’ out:tumblr_o21at1r2eB1qbt6gto1_1280

More massage? Always good, especially with your best mate…


And finally, really ‘getting it together’…


‘…and they went off into the sunset, happy ever after…’

Which reminds me to mention the books, which cover all of the above (picture themes wise), including finding my gay love, circus, adventure and a few problems along the way…

The first part...The second part...Cover 3 Thumb…my very own Tennessee Folk Tales!

And, as a reward for at least thinking about the books momentarily, a couple more images of gay love and support. Enjoy:




And, occasionally, we have guests!


Maybe I better had oil the gun and slip it under the pillow, just in case, just in case…

About tony

Born Northampton UK
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1 Response to Tennessee Folk Tales (1)

  1. Platinumboy says:

    I wouldn’t worry too much about the lady who didn’t know who dug the English Channel. I once heard a story about a Kentucky boy who took a two-hour bus ride. When the bus stopped at the appointed destination, the teenager asked what state he was in. true story.

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