Tuesday, April 29, 2008


My submission to Illustration Friday, theme: "wrinkles".

When I'm an old man, I plan to perfect my hollering. (I'll have lots of free time; doddering around on my tricycle won't take all day.)

For the uninitiated, hollering is "a traditional form of communication used in rural areas before the days of telecommunications to convey long-distance messages". Specifically, it's a staggeringly loud series of yodel-like hoots and whoops used to call livestock, signal distress, or irritate your friends and loved ones.

As mentioned before, I used to have a CD aptly named "Hollerin'", recorded in 1975 at the national hollering contest in Spivey's Corner, North Carolina. It was wonderful. (Or at least, I thought it was wonderful. Some people—specifcally, everyone but me—found it unlistenable.) It was packed with all sorts of gems—demonstrations of different hollers for different purposes: pig hollers, fell-down-a-well hollers, Christmas carols rendered hollerin'-style, good stuff.

Unfortunately, the CD was burgled after the storm. (Sarah, did you orchestrate that? You sly devil...) So the high-and-lonesome yelps no longer echo through our house, no longer bring the pigs in to slop, no longer irk the neighbors. The house stands silent (save for the plaintive song of my accordion*). But the day will come when the hollers shall ring out again. OHH wee AHH ohh OOH ahh EEH ahhh....!

*Hmm. Hollerin' with accordion accompaniment? Hmm...


  1. Anonymous1:14 AM

    Oh my goodness, this is great! I love hollerin' too! Great illo! Holla back!


  2. Like your drawing and hope you hang on to your hollerin' ambition; people with any interest outside shopping nowadays are a treat.

  3. Anonymous1:27 PM

    More hootin'n'hollerin'? Is this the result of being raised in a Holler, or is this the fate of Slims everywhere (and a one, and a two, and a three)?

    And a Hmm... indeed on the Hollerin'/accordian combo. But I say, that leaves two Slimbo limbs free for some skelping...buck-dancing or clogging or what have you (but only the good 'ol timey Appalachian kind...none of this "modern" transmogrified river-dance/tap/hip-hop/too-many-latt├ęs induced spaz-attacks they pass off as clogging today.(wrinkles, shrugs, and an OH-yee-OH-yee-OH distress call heard three hollers wide!))

    Being a hillbilly triple threat awaits you, Slim.

  4. Anonymous3:23 PM

    Having grown up in Possum Hollow(Holler) was quite helpful to Slim in the development of his hollering skills. Here hollers echo and are wonderful!!

  5. Anonymous10:21 AM

    Speaking of tricycles, did we ever show you this?


    You could fit several accordians in there.

  6. "Hollerin'" can still be had (sorry, Sarah).