Snap shot of summer in Appalachia 2019: riding bikes, learning about the garden, helping in the garden, listening to your elders as they shape who you grow up to be.
Tipper
Appalachia Through My Eyes – A series of photographs from my life in Southern Appalachia.
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Two of the best things about family reunions-the babies and the elders. Tipper Appalachia Through My Eyes – A series…
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Beautiful. WVA is always close to my heart. Spent my boyhood in Charleston and my grandmother was born and raised in Nicholas county around the New River Gorge area. Loved our visits up that way. I play the banjo and am going back in October for an old time music camp at Davis and Elkins college. I am beyond excited. Thank you for the lovely pictures and statements from all the folks
Tipper,
Many years ago, when I was little, I had a Western Flyer Red Wagon. Paul pulled me over to the New House where Alex Nelson (Monte Kit’s Grandpa) and Daddy was building. We didn’t want to be in the way, so we just went on by and Paul pulled me up thru the field and above the place where Daddy would later have a Ginseng Patch.
Paul taught me to lean to the Mountain Side to avoid a spill in the trail, which wasn’t wide enough. But we made it along an old fence and back home. Paul wouldn’t let me do any steering,
cause he had the tongue. I was not able to walk in high weeds, anyway.
Paul was the last one to go visit the Lord, we sometimes talked 5 times a day. I miss all 5 of my brothers, they protected me, including Mom and Dad. …Ken
Was up around Murphy, NC last week and enjoyed the beautiful mountains and hollers.
Wonderful photo!
Summers never meant going on vacation for us. Playing in the creek, exploring in the woods, and an occasional picnic at a wide spot off the highway created lasting memories for me. A watermelon and salt shaker was all it took to make a truckbed full of kids happy. A bicycle was something we dreamed about owning but never did for two reasons. Our parents couldn’t afford a bike and even if they could, daddy wouldn’t have bought something we could get hurt on. He never knew about the grapevine swings, homemade wooden sleds, jumpboards and swimming holes.
….it’s Summer-Time!!! Woo-hoo!!! Happy Fourth everyone!!! While sitting down with your Family & friends…please keep in mind all our Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen & Marines who are on the front lines away from their Families…!
Wonderful way of life that is slowly leaving us. We need to hang on and pass it on for dear life. Thanks for reminding us.
That picture looks like the farmstead I wish I had, especially the view of the hills. Not flat here but the mountain view is miles away off to the north.
I had a great country childhood. I am sad our grandson won’t know that America. We all were more innocent in those days. My brother and I used to wander through the woods for miles, staying gone all day and it was not considered dangerous or unusual.
Tipper,
No matter where you go, you always enjoy returning home to Appalachia. My brother, John, bought me a Columbia bike one time when he went to work in High Point. He had moved out of the nest, where he grew up but didn’t forget. And he wanted to share some of the wonderful bounties, he had encountered. It took me awhile to master the ride, after all but I made it. And it wasn’t long before almost all of the boys in the neighborhood had one.
John was the first one of my brothers to see the Lord. He was 52 or 53. He became a Preacher and was Pastor of the 1st. Baptist Church of Savannah. I was there at his Funeral. …Ken
Love this …. so beautiful yet simple! Tks for sharing it with us all!
Boy I remember getting up early and picking buckets and buckets of beans, and Mama saying when we get these beans picked and shelled you can go play, felt like for ever to a high per active little boy to set and shell beans, but didn’t mind pulling up to a table with a plate full of the goodness.
I love the picture, a kid on a bike, corn in the garden, and the farmhouse complete with out buildings that’s us, for sure!
This picture is so beautiful and brings back many memories of my childhood in Clay County. You are so blessed to live in that part of the world.