These Ozarks Hills

The first Friday of every month at 7:30 a.m.

Join us for a monthly radio essay by longtime Ozarks storyteller Marideth Sisco, in which she looks at the unique traditions and traits of this region we call home.

The Soil That Keeps us Grounded

Jun 3, 2016

This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. It’s June in the Ozarks. I could have written about my potatoes, which look promising, or my strawberries, which are heaping abundance on my head. But then I saw a post on Facebook that put literally everything I know about life into a whole different perspective. And it’s not about Politics. Somebody posted a sign that’s attributed to the Farm Equipment Association of Minnesota and South Dakota. It offers this message:

Despite all our accomplishments, we owe our existence to a six inch layer of topsoil and the fact it rains.

A Fools Harvest

Apr 1, 2016
Public Domain

In this months episode of These Ozark Hills, Marideth Sisco presents centuries of April Fools pranks from across history. Included are amusing stories such as the "left handed hamburger" from Burger King, and a comedic football dropped on German troops in the First World War.

Marideth also entertains with stories from her own childhood involving the most comedic of holidays.

These Ozarks Hills: March, and the Wheel of Life

Mar 4, 2016
Paul Sableman / Flickr

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?

Looking at Home From Far Away

Feb 5, 2016
Thomas McFarland

This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozarks Hills. I've often heard it said that home never looks as good as it does when you're far away. I've had occasion to verify that notion on a number of occasions, and now I'm doing it again.

Jeff M for Short / (Flickr)

This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills Once upon a time in a land and a culture far away from the Ozarks, I was younger. I was living in California, trying to make my way in the thriving music culture there, trying to make a name for myself, as they say. 

I was playing around the Bay Area nightclubs, bars and little seedy coffee houses,  and actually landed a gig on Broadway, in San Francisco, the place where the big kids came to play.