Three years ago today Pap died. In one way it seems like he’s been gone twenty years, in another it’s like he was just here yesterday, stewarding our family like he did so well. Grief is a funny thing. Sometimes I find myself wondering if he was really real or if he was a man we all dreamed up in our minds. Then I hear his voice inside my head laughing at my silliness and know of course he was…
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Appalachia
Someone left a comment the other day about their grandmother dipping snuff. Both my grandmothers dipped snuff at one time…
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Appalachia Through My Eyes – Maple Trees are in Bloom
The maple trees have put on their pretty spring garments in my area of Appalachia. For the last two weeks…