Around the Banks: Thoughts of fall

I am thinking about the fall of the year, my favorite season. Some terms, common during my years of growing up in north central Florida, are almost like a foreign language to some folks now. One example is "pot liquor." That wonderful elixir, dear to the Southern heart, juice from collards, turnips or mustard greens, seasoned with hammocks hocks, pug knuckles, necklines, bones or any other kind of pork seasoning meat, poured into a cup, glass or a bowl and sometimes eaten with crumbled cornbread. But, many times, pot liquor is just drunk straight. At one time, cane grindings were held at most farms in our area. By cane, I mean sugarcane. The cane was fed into a cane mill pulled by a mule