Poison Oak on the Hickory Tree
A few of you commented on the poison oak vine growing up the hickory tree in yesterday’s post. Luckily the…

A few of you commented on the poison oak vine growing up the hickory tree in yesterday’s post. Luckily the…

David Brose, who was the longtime Folklorist at John C. Campbell Folk School, gave me a copy of a recorded…

Give me solitude high on the mountain; In a cathedral not made by man. Oh, let me hear a hymn…

“Do you remember the days when snuff came in a glass container? Those snuff glasses were welcomed into every home…

Slightly behind as usual, The Deer Hunter and I went out to prune the apple trees a couple weekends ago….

Photos from my first year of blogging There was another birthday yesterday besides Granny’s , the Blind Pig and The…

View this post on Instagram A post shared by Tipper (@blindpigandacorn) on Feb 17, 2020 at 1:30pm PST I recently…

I’m still listening to my usb drive full of jumbled up music. This week I was surprised to hear Pap…

The acreage above our house is full of old homeplaces. There were a few that were still inhabited when Pap…

Curtis and Bonnie Mease – Miss Cindy’s parents charivari noun [pronounced shivaree, with stress on both first and third syllables;…

Cole-Tate House courtesy of the Laurel Magazine Cashiers Valley Kidder Cole was the belle of the mountains. A boy in…

Today’s post was written by Chitter. Stamey Creek What is it that makes Appalachians so tied to their land? Is…