Category: A River of Memories

Her mother, Hannah, died at 32 years old. She had eight children, and one child died. Her father,… Read More

I remember her standing over the old, white wood stove with the water warmer and the biscuit warmers…. Read More

The old man and me met on a dirt road. He got out of his old Chevy truck… Read More

Another time, another vital way of life for mountain folk. Green gold. You were allotted how much tobacco… Read More

The old barn has a story. I closed my eyes and could feel the barn “talking” to me…… Read More

The porch was wide with white columns and a plain tongue-and-groove floor. The house was a blue house… Read More

They came across these hills from everywhere. Scotch-Irish, German, and European, and all parts in between. They saw… Read More

This is my dog, Butch. The cat was Boots. The chickens were eventually Sunday dinner; and I got… Read More

The garden was down the hill in front of the house. But for me, at six or so… Read More

Our forefathers settled this country with an axe and a long rifle. They came from all over the… Read More