In our family, our dad always gets all the credit for coming from a place with powerful music history. He … More
The South’s jugtowns – centers churning out artistic and functional pottery for decades in the early 20th century – are no longer. Their wares aren’t hitting the shelves at Wal-Mart. There’s not an app where you can swipe right on your fave jugs. There’s no Bruce Springsteen song, “Born in a Jugtown, USA.” You won’t catch Sam Hunt crooning over your radio about what happens “When You Break Up In A Jugtown.”
Until 1972, it was illegal for unmarried couples to access birth control. No pill, no contraceptive devices – unless you put a ring on it.
At first I LOLed (by myself, on the street, like a loser) because I thought that in 1985 the U.S. government put up a plaque commemorating a factory that produced reversible collars, which to me was like sooo eighties. And in a sense I was right – that is what happened – but it wasn’t how I had pictured.
In 1896, Washington had private libraries, and subscription libraries, but no public library. The path to get one required a cool quarter mil, a debate over century-old blueprints, and bureaucratic delays (of course). And now, it’s going to become an Apple store.
What our family dog Jack has in common with the 39th President of the United States may surprise you. Plus, the story of the origins of Habitat for Humanity is as fascinating (and as true) as the story of how Jack once ate an entire stick of butter off the dining room table before our very eyes.