On Mar 18, 6:29*pm, Don Martinich > wrote:

'Netty Irene says, "It's no trouble at all! All you got to do is rench
'em out, wipe 'em out with a dishrag, and put 'em on the fire to dry
out
all the water. Then tear off a piece of grocery bag and fold it about
two inches square. Dab it in grease and smear it round 'n round the
bottom and sides 'til they're plenty covered. Let'em cool and hang 'em
on a nail." '

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That is exactly they way people in the rural parts of the Cumberland
River valley speak. My relatives, some of them, still talk that
way. It is exactly the way I was taught to treat cast iron...and
still do today. I don't use a grocery bag these days, I use a paper
towel. ;-)

I was born in East Tennessee, in Oak Ridge. We were not 'white
trash' but we weren't well to do by any means.
We had a big garden and chickens and raised a beef calf. We got our
milk from a old guy across the road who had
a couple of Jersey cows. My Dad was a millwright and my mom worked
in a textile mill. They looked down on
'white trash' which were people they considered beneath them because
they didn't ever seem to work and had
unpainted houses with old refrigerators and tires, etc., in the front
yard.

But the one thing everyone had in common was home cookin'. We did
eat 'good'. Big mess of greens, a ham hock and cornbread. Yum Yum.