Appalachia Through My Eyes – Mint
Excerpt from Barbara Taylor Woodall’s book It’s Not My Mountain Anymore: From the creek bank, she picked fragrant peppermint plants,…

Excerpt from Barbara Taylor Woodall’s book It’s Not My Mountain Anymore: From the creek bank, she picked fragrant peppermint plants,…

While me and the girls were out gallivanting at Mountain Heritage Day, The Deer Hunter was at home getting stuff…

Rufus Henry (R.E.) Cornelius was born January 24, 1872 in Blount County Alabama. Cornelius later moved to Texas, where he organized…

Granny said “That’s a right pretty blouse you’ve got on. Where did you get it?” Pap said “He had on…

Overheard: “I’m glad I live in North Carolina now. Where I can leave my laptop, go to the bathroom, and…

Grandmother was a stout woman. *Heavy set = overweight *Stout = overweight In Appalachia we use heavy set…

17 years ago today, The Deer Hunter and I were sitting in a north Georgia hospital anxiously awaiting an event…

A man without a knife is not worth a wife. If the quote above was true I wouldn’t have to…

Earlier this Summer I told you about the Blind Pig & The Acorn Bean Project sponsored by Sow True Seed….

The hymn I Am Bound For The Promised Land was sung at practically ever baptizing I’ve ever attended. The song was…

The green onions I planted a few weeks ago are up and growing taller by the day. I peeked at…

I’m an eavesdropper. Ever since I was a kid I loved to listen to snippets of conversation and let my…