Today I’m sharing the first series of winners from this year’s Thankful November Giveaways. If you see your name please…

Even though the acorn squash belongs to the “keeper” family of squashes, we ate them from the time they first…

“We mountain people are a product of our history and the beliefs and outlook of our foreparents. We are a…

My father had some mules, no horses. In the’ mornin’ he’d curry those mules and then take a great big…

In March 1937, we left Tremont for the last time. Pa wrote that we could move to the upper farm…

“Pearten up, boy,” Mark said to him, “your mama will think of something to help.” The next morning Fayte left…

Today’s Thankful November giveaway is a used copy of The Doll Maker written by Harriet Simpson Arnow. The book tells…

“In the mountains, eggs were almost as important to our diet as milk and bread. Our family ate eggs just…

I was born an’ raised on Hic’ry Knoll ’til I was eight years old. It’uz a hard livin’. I don’t…

“Granny Jane Watson was bitten on her right hand by a copperhead one summer, when she was scratching potatoes out…

Rooster Can’t Crow Littlety low,And cocklety coop,The rooster can’t crow,He’s down with the croup. Blickery blust,And slickery sloop,There’s no eggs…

It’s hard for me to believe the month of November is here. I don’t know where in the world the…