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Appalachia Through My Eyes – Frosty Mornings

My life in appalachia frosty mornings

Frosty mornings in Appalachia are eating cereal in front of the stove before school; crunching through the frozen grass to feed the chickens and open their door; long socks, turtle necks, and Granny’s toboggans; running down the steps to get in the car; running back up the steps to get whatever was forgotten; wondering at people we pass on the highway who didn’t take time to scrape their windows before driving; admiring the magical iceland Brasstown turned into while we slept.


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


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    February 27, 2013 at 9:07 am

    I so enjoyed the picture you have up today—it made me smile.

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    rick kratzke
    January 8, 2013 at 11:21 am

    Hey Tipper it has been awhile. I have restarted my blog. I had a rough few months which I won’t bore you with but just to say I really missed blogging so here I am.
    I do love the way you describe frosty mornings and have to agree with you.
    I invite you to visit my new blog site which hasn’t changed all that much.

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    Uncle Wes
    January 7, 2013 at 7:31 am

    My neighbor said this morning it was so cold and frosty that he had to use jumper cables to get the rabbits to hop.
    That’s pretty nippy!
    Uncle Wes

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    lynn legge
    January 6, 2013 at 2:32 am

    tipper it sure is frosty here also… and i love it… seeing the white snow wrapping its arms around the bushes and tree limbs.. was just talking to my hubby about remembering things.. and how the snow makes that crunch sound when you walk on it.. 🙂
    hope all are warm and cozy this weekend, sending lots of ladybug hugs and love

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    Susie Swanson
    January 5, 2013 at 10:56 pm

    It was a beautiful morning and yesterday too.. I love that poem she wrote.

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    January 5, 2013 at 9:49 pm

    Yep, Ft. Riley/Junction City was the coldest cold!

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    January 5, 2013 at 5:59 pm

    Ethelene, your poem was great. It pulls the reader in and gives such an interesting mental image. There must have been something in the water at Choestoe. There was so much expressive writing by some of those people there. I have always loved the book of Job and I also loved your poem!

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    Mrs. K
    January 5, 2013 at 2:47 pm

    Beautiful poem, Ethelene!

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    Nancy Simpson
    January 5, 2013 at 12:07 pm

    It is a lovely morning for sure, and I am happy to have my cozy hearth. Thanks too for the spur of the moment poem by Ethelene Dyer Jones.

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    Lonnie Dockery
    January 5, 2013 at 10:46 am

    I miss getting up early enough to see those things…no, I don’t! Well, I wish I could see it, but I don’t want to get up that early anymore. Maybe sometimes.

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    January 5, 2013 at 10:45 am

    I didn’t move this far south so I could go out and break my dog off a tree when he goes to pee. I think I will write a letter to the editor. So how many days till spring?

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    January 5, 2013 at 10:30 am

    The trees almost looked snow covered this morning with their heavy frost. It’s pretty, but it’s taking way too long to melt.

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    Sallie aka granny Covolo
    January 5, 2013 at 10:21 am

    I really love your posts Tipper,Down at my granny’s in Asheville when I was young we had a little coal fed heater to warm the whole house. It would turn red on the sides. Everyone gathered round it in the one room. She kept the doors to the other rooms closed. Your posts bring back memories ..

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    Ethelene Dyer Jones
    January 5, 2013 at 10:15 am

    Tipper, you waxed poetic in your description of “Frosty Morning.” Thank you for making us see, feel and experience it though your eyes. In fact, the impression was so strong with me that I sat down and wrote this which I pass on to readers:
    “By the breath of God frost is given”…-Job 37:10 (KJV)
    The grass edged in white
    Is stiff beneath its load of hoar.
    The crackle under foot
    Makes me hurry to the door
    And warmth inside.
    As the landscape meets
    The winter’s frigid blast,
    Nature’s cycle, seeming to rest,
    Is working, though not as fast,
    To implement and guide.
    Such symmetry, such perfection,
    In one tiny molecule of frost!
    Such design, such crystalline beauty
    To spread abroad, exhaust
    On one frosty morning sight!
    Festooned like a mighty canopy
    These white-clad artistries bring
    Strains like the beauty of a hymn.
    The chill lifts the soul to sing
    In this moment in time–so right!
    -Ethelene Dyer Jones
    January 5, 2013, after reading Tipper Pressley’s Blind Pig & the Acorn blog, “Frosty Morning”.

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    Mike McLain
    January 5, 2013 at 9:58 am

    You remind me of when I was in the Army at Ft. Riley, KS, where it gets REALLY cold. The clear, cold mornings where if you listened closely, you could HEAR the low hum of the 60-cycle electricity in the overhead power lines. Although it was cold, it was a beautiful time.

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    Ed Ammons
    January 5, 2013 at 9:34 am

    Yesterday was your kind of “frosty morning to remember” for me. We went to bed with a heavy fog and woke up with it all frozen, as happens on the mountain tops sometimes but rarely down here in the river valley where I must abide. My drive to work is due east and the sun was just coming up. All the trees, bushes and grassy areas were covered with this “young snow” as my mother used to call it. It was blindingly white but beautiful to behold. I must have caught the precise moment to witness this spectacular event but as usual, no camera aboard to record it. By the time I arrived at work ten minutes later it was all gone but the shadows.

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    January 5, 2013 at 9:33 am

    I can picture it; it makes for a beautiful mother nature presentation. The only thing missing is “Frosty” and his wonderful magic. Thanks for the morning picture!

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    January 5, 2013 at 9:30 am

    It sure was cold at my house this
    morning, and the frost was so thick, you could track a rabbit.
    Usually I take the back of my comb
    and scrape my side and here I come. Since I lost that booger, I
    had to wait on the defroster today. For some reason I just feel
    better in colder weather, but I
    love to bake by the fire too…Ken

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    January 5, 2013 at 9:21 am

    I love frosty mornings! I love the way the icicles start to melt as the sun sparkles on them:)

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    Sheryl Paul
    January 5, 2013 at 9:09 am

    It is a beautiful sight on a frosty morning

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