Ode to the Outhouse
I only used an outhouse one time. I was about 4 or 5 years old. Pap and I were at…
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14 Days In Appalachia
When I was growing up, the only pickles Granny ever made were Bread and Butter Pickles. After The Deer…
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The Famous Brasstown Forward and Back
Normally I only have to see this creepy guy one day a week-but lately it seems I’m seeing him more…
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My Sweet Love Ain’t Around
Rain A Falling Lonesome Sound Poor Heart Is Breaking Start To Ramble Leave This Weary Town Way Too Lonely Now…
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Sweet Glorious Corn
Glorious Corn! Civilization as a whole could not survive without corn. The early settlers of Appalachia depended on corn for…
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Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley
A few weeks ago I asked for requests for the Pickin’ & Grinnin’ In The Kitchen Spot. Today I’m going…
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Spread the Love
The heart within the rock-was discovered by the Three Princesses. It seems their creek camp is full of love in…
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Monkeys In Appalachia
When one thinks of Appalachia-Monkeys don’t usually come to mind. Although I must admit-I do live with 2 Monkey Girls….
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Southern Moon Shine Down Again
The lovely Southern Moon has been shining down on me this week. The moon is synonymous with superstition, wives tales,…
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Appalachian Quilts
This is one of my baby quilts, it was made by Pap’s Grandmother-we called her Big Grandma. I can barely…
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It’s Blackberry Picking Time In Appalachia
Purple stained hands and lips are common around our house this time of year. There are tons of wild Blackberries…
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My Native Home
The word Home brings to mind different thoughts and images. Mother seems to be a common thread in the vast…
