From the Archives: Summertime in Appalachia
July 30, 2017 It’s summertime in Southern Appalachia. The sun is beating down like the oven door has been left…
Job’s God is True
After Pap died Paul learned and sung the song “Job’s God is True.” It’s a song that means a lot…
Home in Appalachia
There’s nothing that compares with “home in Appalachia”. Even with the coyotes a hollering in my mountains, I still feel…
The Jewels of Summer
Our tomatoes are coming in like crazy for us, especially the tommy-toes. If you’re unfamiliar with that type of tomato…
Corn & Watermelon Memories
The Deer Hunter enjoying a piece of watermelon When I was an early teen, I’d often go stay with my…
My Life in Appalachia – Almost 2 Limits of Fish
The Deer Hunter, Chatter, and Austin have been doing a lot of fishing lately. I’m happy to say that means…
From the Archives: Paths in Appalachia
From house to house he goesA messenger small and slight,And whether it rains or snows,He sleeps outside at night. ~Riddle…
Cynthia Lee Pressley 1946-2023
Cynthia Lee Pressley, 76, of Murphy passed away Thursday, June 22, 2023 at her residence. She was born in Athens,…
Miss Cindy’s Fight is Over
One of my favorite photos of Miss Cindy Miss Cindy finished her earthly race about 11:20 last night. She was…
The Watkins Man
Today’s guest post was written by Brenda Smith. How could picking up black pepper from the table and moving it…
Gardening and Ken Roper
Ken admiring his beans Like many mountain people Ken loved to make a garden every year. He put up stuff…
Everyone Eats a Peck of Dirt Before They Die
Chatter digging in the dirt in Pap’s big garden A few months back Judy left this comment: “When I was…