Around the time my wife Katie and I moved to Richmond, Virginia in 1997, I began working on a documentary film project about the Benson Sing, an annual Southern gospel singing in convention in my hometown of Benson, NC that began in 1921. This project grew out of my longtime interests in oral history, music, film, performance, and community. Visits home to work on the project gave me additional opportunities to visit my family. On one visit home, at Sunday dinner at Grandma Peedins house, I casually asked Grandma Do you remember the first time you made biscuits? (Growing up, we went to Grandma Peedins house almost every Sunday after church, driving 30 minutes up I-95 from Benson to Micro, North Carolina, to visit and eat a huge Sunday dinner with two or three meat dishes, all kind of vegetables harvested from her garden, sweet tea, a couple of desserts and biscuits, always hot, homemade biscuits. From Sunday to Sunday, no matter what was on the table, the one constant was her biscuits.) A natural storyteller, Grandma smiled big and launched into a wonderful story about being 11 years old, the oldest of nine siblings, and being told by her father, a farmer, that she would have to learn how to make the biscuits because her mother was pregnant and soon wouldnt be able to make them. After she finished I immediately asked her if I could come back one weekend to film her making biscuits and make an audio recording of her story. This is the result of two visits with Grandma to ...
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Grandma's Biscuits
Grandma's Biscuits Video Clips. Duration : 6.52 Mins.
Around the time my wife Katie and I moved to Richmond, Virginia in 1997, I began working on a documentary film project about the Benson Sing, an annual Southern gospel singing in convention in my hometown of Benson, NC that began in 1921. This project grew out of my longtime interests in oral history, music, film, performance, and community. Visits home to work on the project gave me additional opportunities to visit my family. On one visit home, at Sunday dinner at Grandma Peedins house, I casually asked Grandma Do you remember the first time you made biscuits? (Growing up, we went to Grandma Peedins house almost every Sunday after church, driving 30 minutes up I-95 from Benson to Micro, North Carolina, to visit and eat a huge Sunday dinner with two or three meat dishes, all kind of vegetables harvested from her garden, sweet tea, a couple of desserts and biscuits, always hot, homemade biscuits. From Sunday to Sunday, no matter what was on the table, the one constant was her biscuits.) A natural storyteller, Grandma smiled big and launched into a wonderful story about being 11 years old, the oldest of nine siblings, and being told by her father, a farmer, that she would have to learn how to make the biscuits because her mother was pregnant and soon wouldnt be able to make them. After she finished I immediately asked her if I could come back one weekend to film her making biscuits and make an audio recording of her story. This is the result of two visits with Grandma to ...
Around the time my wife Katie and I moved to Richmond, Virginia in 1997, I began working on a documentary film project about the Benson Sing, an annual Southern gospel singing in convention in my hometown of Benson, NC that began in 1921. This project grew out of my longtime interests in oral history, music, film, performance, and community. Visits home to work on the project gave me additional opportunities to visit my family. On one visit home, at Sunday dinner at Grandma Peedins house, I casually asked Grandma Do you remember the first time you made biscuits? (Growing up, we went to Grandma Peedins house almost every Sunday after church, driving 30 minutes up I-95 from Benson to Micro, North Carolina, to visit and eat a huge Sunday dinner with two or three meat dishes, all kind of vegetables harvested from her garden, sweet tea, a couple of desserts and biscuits, always hot, homemade biscuits. From Sunday to Sunday, no matter what was on the table, the one constant was her biscuits.) A natural storyteller, Grandma smiled big and launched into a wonderful story about being 11 years old, the oldest of nine siblings, and being told by her father, a farmer, that she would have to learn how to make the biscuits because her mother was pregnant and soon wouldnt be able to make them. After she finished I immediately asked her if I could come back one weekend to film her making biscuits and make an audio recording of her story. This is the result of two visits with Grandma to ...
