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.

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These Ozark Hills
7:12 am
Fri February 1, 2013

Reflecting on Ozarks Goodbyes in Our Various 'Edges of Heaven'

Marideth Sisco signs copies of her latest CD, a Christamas album, in West Plains. (Photo credit: Marideth Sisco)

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These Ozark Hills
9:36 am
Mon October 15, 2012

Harvest Time: The Goal is Not Quantity, but Rather a Diversity of Flavors, Food

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This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozarks Hills. It's autumn in the Ozarks, jacket weather, and people seem to be energized by the cooling temperatures and the brisk winds. Anticipation is growing for the emergence of fall color, which should be splendid this year despite the arid summer just past.

 

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These Ozark Hills
1:36 pm
Thu September 6, 2012

Either Build an Oasis, or Become One

Marideth Sisco of West Plains sits amidst her cushaw harvest this summer. (Photo provided by Marideth Sisco/Sarah Denton)

This is Marideth Sisco, for These Ozarks Hills:

Last week, before the rain, I started thinking about the effects, large and small, of two months or more of no appreciable rain in my neighborhood. Some are obvious. The browned to a crisp pastures, the premature deaths of trees young and old, and the almost daily trek of cattle trailers and grim-faced farmers headed for the stockyard to sell off cattle. Some of them are selling breeding stock that they can't be sure they can feed through the hay-poor winter to come.

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These Ozark Hills
3:37 pm
Fri August 10, 2012

These Ozarks Hills: Many Hands Make Light Work

This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozarks Hills. Since early spring, I've been spending lots of time out in the garden, and I thank you all for your patience while I've blabbed on about it. Every day amazes me, for I have actually managed to produce a patch about as big and as varied as I once could do, back before the twin gremlins of age and illness wrestled me to the ground and kept me there longer than I would have liked.

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