Appalachia Through My Eyes – Old Dresses
Once we made the decision to hike back to the Little Cataloochee Baptist Church for the girls to sing-I started…

Once we made the decision to hike back to the Little Cataloochee Baptist Church for the girls to sing-I started…

My name is Cora Lee Mease. I was born and raised in the Little Cataloochee Valley. But just cause I…

I’ve been in lots of old buildings-churches, cabins, houses, factories, etc. Sometimes I feel something inside them-even the ones that…

I discovered the music of Ola Belle Reed about 6 months ago. How I missed her all my life-I’ll never…

Life really is a bowl of cherries. Every once in a while I just need to remind myself to spit…

Time to Spread the Love for the month of July. I’m sending a great big THANK YOU to all the Acorns who…

This pretty wildflower grows all along the edge of my yard-nodding it’s bright eyes at me every time I walk…

When I was growing up, the only pickles Granny ever made were Bread and Butter Pickles. After The Deer Hunter…

Can you see the house through the ivy-the outline of the chimney? To say the old house has almost been…

Yesterday morning I went to the cornfield with Pap. Funny how you wait for that first fresh corn and then…

Hard to believe it used to be a home with memories like the worst whipping a little boy in overalls…

Time for this month’s Appalachian Grammar Lesson. In the past we’ve discussed how sometimes we shorten words in Appalachia-and other times we…