“Several years ago there came a great snowfall in western North Carolina. The Red Cross came to help people who…

Summer brought a phenomenon never seen in the mountains. We awoke one morning to find the camp filled with huge…

In the summer many of the women like to can. It seems their season. They sit on kitchen chairs on…

They stand like gaunt, whitening skeletons among the living giants of our mountain forests. And the old man grows nostalgic…

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…