Have You Been Hearing Jar Flies?
Jar Flies play the soundtrack to late summer in the southern Appalachian Mountains. Since I grew up hearing their raspy…

Jar Flies play the soundtrack to late summer in the southern Appalachian Mountains. Since I grew up hearing their raspy…

Every time it rains Granny’s phone gets filled with static. It’s been doing that for years. Pap called and complained…

Several years ago I shared a story about a plastic owl with you. The fake owl is still alive…

Have you been hearing the katydids at night? We’ve been hearing their chatter for a few weeks now. Granny and…

During the summer it’s hard to walk through the yard without flushing out grasshoppers. I found this little guy in a…

I call it a Granddaddy. Some folks call them Daddy Long-Legs or even Granddaddy Long-legs. When the girls were babies I didn’t want…

“Now, there’s blacksnakes around here. One morning I went into the kitchen and opened a door to come into the…

We’ve had a whippoorwill hanging around our house since about mid May. It sends out its call just after…

The Mountain Whippoorwill written by Stephen Vincent Benet 1925 Up in the mountains, it’s lonesome all the time, (Sof’…

When the Whippoorwhills Call by John Parris There’s an old mountain saying that when the first whippoorwill calls it’s time…

Rabies written by Larry Griffith As a boy in the early 1950’s I lived on Squirrel Run in Elliot Co….

I grew up hearing Pap tell a very silly story about Whippoorwills. In days gone by, the story was quite…