Lord Willin’ and the Creeks Don’t Rise

I grew up hearing that “if the good Lord willing and the creeks don’t rise” – and I thought it was the depth of the water in Bull Creek or Lindsey Creek.  But Grannie told us it referred to an uprising among the Creek Indians – the ones Andrew Jackson fought just west of our home.


Grannie Lindsay also taught us how to count from 1 to 10 “the way the Indians did it.”  I cannot vouch for which of the “Indian” languages she was quoting but I suspect it was one of the clans of the Cherokee.  There were still some of them wandering the woods in our part of Georgia when she was a girl. Could have been Creeks.

Here’s how my sister Lindsay and I remember it:

Pitty,Mitty, Pitty Mitty;  down caw, down caw; Sink to my Sonie Connie; Yankee daw, Yankee daw; chimmey, chimmey, chaw chaw, chay.