“When me and Harold would get in from school, we couldn’t wait to get our school clothes changed and head into the woods to squirrel hunt, especially when the leaves started falling. The season hadn’t opened yet, but we didn’t pay any attention to that. On the way to the Cleanout, we’d pass by a bunch of big Beech trees with lots of holes in ’em. After we got several squirrels, we’d head for a favorite spot on top of…
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Profiles of Mountain People
Cole-Tate House courtesy of the Laurel Magazine Cashiers Valley Kidder Cole was the belle of the mountains. A boy in…
Today’s guest post was written by Kenneth Hoffman, longtime member of Blind Pig & The Acorn. I was just leaving…
Today’s guest post was written by David Anderson. “My Father always Whistled in a Minor Key” written by: David C.…
“My Grandparents lived in Robbinsville North Carolina. In the late 1940s my family would visit and I remember; the Jersey…
Today’s guest post was written by Ed Karshner. “In The Fullness of Time” written by Ed Karshner Tar Hollow State…
Granny The other evening I asked Granny what she remembered about Spring of the year when she was a girl.…
Sled at Foxfire Museum “Somebody wrote, “The roads are not”—now don’t blush—”the roads are not passable, not even jackassable.” They…
Katherine Sudderth Interview June 29, 1982 I was brought up by a very religious family. My farther was deacon of…
Katherine Sudderth Interview June 29, 1982 “I always loved to cook and I still do like to cook. I learned…