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Appalachia Through My Eyes – Pieces Of The Past


Not just broken bits, but real pieces from someones life.

Tipper

Appalachia Through My Eyes – A series of photographs from my life in Southern Appalachia.

 

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    JOHNIE T. ARANT
    October 13, 2012 at 11:52 am

    TIPPER
    WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PLAYER
    ON THE BLOG I MISS LISSENING TO
    THOSE SONGS.PLEASE PUT THEM BACK.
    JOHNIE IN ARKANSAS

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    JOHNIE T. ARANT
    October 13, 2012 at 11:52 am

    TIPPER
    WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PLAYER
    ON THE BLOG I MISS LISSENING TO
    THOSE SONGS.PLEASE PUT THEM BACK.
    JOHNIE IN ARKANSAS

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    George Long
    June 15, 2011 at 9:42 pm

    Looking thru a site at an old home once I found a rusted can had a lid on it and opening it up found a tresure, a little sample salve tin with the lettering still visible, it is now in my collection of unique finds. It was so small about the size of your thumbnail.

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    Vicki Lane
    June 14, 2011 at 10:03 pm

    We find lots of these little bits of the past — always kind of exciting. Spear points, china doll legs, marbles, bitters bottles, broken crockery…

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    Joe Mode
    June 14, 2011 at 11:48 am

    I have been arrow head (Indian Bullets)hunting and bottle hunting and metal detecting since I was a kid. I like thinking that the earth is like a giant box of Cracker Jacks.
    It is always great finding really cool things and wondering about their history. Doing archaeology work at Tellico and Columbia, Tennesse was a real treat. Found loads of Indian bullets and skeletons as well.

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    canned quilter
    June 14, 2011 at 7:41 am

    While plowing or tilling gardens on our place we have found all kinds of different treasures! Once we found a metal token from Lincoln Telephone and Telegraph almost a century old. It made the local newspaper and come to find out they were given only to employees. The man who used to own this farm once worked for Lincoln Telephone and Telegraph. I donated it to the local museum in town: ) His family later contacted us and we found out that where we were plowing was once where the outhouse was and he used to wear that token on a chain hanging from his belt. Guess he dropped it…I try not to think about that decades later as I can veggies from that garden…..

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    downthelanegirl
    June 13, 2011 at 10:20 pm

    Tipper, I thought I was the only one crazy enough to save shards of pottery. As I turn it over in my hands, I wonder abouat the hands that held it long before me.

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    Mamabug
    June 13, 2011 at 9:15 pm

    Oh, it’s so much fun finding little bits and pieces of the past.

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    Ethel
    June 13, 2011 at 2:35 pm

    If only they could talk! What stories might they tell of happy family suppers, a special vase, or even breakables thrown in a moment of temper!

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    Gary Powell
    June 13, 2011 at 1:43 pm

    We always pick up the little bits of colored glass from broken cookware, sometimes from the little forgotten dumps, other times from the gravel in the creeks. We press the pieces into wet cement to make stepping stones for our garden paths.

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    Ken
    June 13, 2011 at 12:46 pm

    Tipper,
    I’ve been out in the mountains and
    hollars a big portion of my life,
    and finding little pieces of some-
    one’s life causes me to pause and
    wonder. Maybe its a part of a broken plate or cup or even an old
    snuff glass, but a family once had
    a life there with about the same
    hopes and desires and struggles we
    face today. One of my friends was
    gensing hunting last fall and found many concrete blocks way
    back in the mountains on the side
    of a steep face. They musta been
    carried there by a tornado some-
    time, showing us “Just a Touch of
    the Past.” …Ken

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    Lanny
    June 13, 2011 at 11:05 am

    Tipper, thanks for this post. Where I live was a homestead in the mid-late 1800’s, the original log cabin is our livin’ room and ten of the original apple trees remain in our front yard. In the buildings we can see the additions and subtractions of continuing years. Every so often in the soil I find the same. Bits of reminders that lives were lived out by real people, right here.

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    B. Ruth
    June 13, 2011 at 9:53 am

    Hey Tipper,
    If they could talk? I sometimes wonder if we would really want to hear what all the little pieces of glass and pottery had to say…
    Did you ever get under that cabin/shed that you had a picture of on your blog a few weeks ago? I would be interested in what, if anything, you found..uhh except the spiders and snakes…ha
    PS…soon you will have enough broken pottery/glass pieces to make a nice stepping stone for your garden..or a round table top for your porch…
    Thanks Tipper,

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    Becky
    June 13, 2011 at 8:34 am

    And it leads to all kinds of questions like, who they were, where did they come from…..

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    Barbara Johnson
    June 13, 2011 at 8:12 am

    My sister is an amateur archaeologist. Her home is part of the original George Custer properties. When she finds things like this in her yard it is really neat to think about who owned them,or used them. She also found and a lost French and Indian cemetery across the street from her home..that was very sad to think that the people who said they moved these bodies had not. They did finally get moved to a more suitable resting place.

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    Sandra
    June 13, 2011 at 8:11 am

    when i find or see things like this, i always try to imagine what it was like for them when they were using it.

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    Miss Cindy
    June 13, 2011 at 7:38 am

    Treasures that tell a story!
    Wonder what treasures will be left to tell of my life?

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    elithea
    June 13, 2011 at 5:43 am

    i wanted to say thank you for not making the player come on automatically anymore! not because i don’t want to hear it but, since i read most of my blogs in a reader, i usually forget about the actual pages until i do need to click on them and, since i’m always listening to something else streaming online anyway, it creates a huge cacophony until i can turn something off once i’ve clicked on the page but not noticed the player until it’s already joined the chorus! and then it takes awhile to get things turned off and quiet because it overloads the machine and the song’s over by the time i get it fixed or, worst case, it crashes the computer! i always tell myself to remember the player, but i also always forget, so it’s good that you now let me control it myself. maybe i’ll visit the actual page more often now rather than just viewing it in the reader (and be able to see more than the first sentence or two of some posts that show there!:)

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