Saturday night almost always meant that our family would do something exciting. On this particular Saturday night, MommyBlanche and Granddad were coming, and for Libby and me, it didn’t get much more exciting than that. We waited by the door for what seemed like forever before we saw Granddad’s green…
Hi, Folks! This is my Uncle Charles. Late Uncle Charles I should say. In August of 1937 he became the eighth child & fourth son born to my grandparents, Ted & Lula Tweed. Uncle Charles grew up like the other boys in the family and community by going to school,…
[Bass] Now let us… [All] have a little talk with Jesus, [Bass] Let us… [All] tell him all about our troubles. [Bass] He will… [All] hear our faintest cry, [Bass] and he will…[All] answer by and by. [Bass] Now when you…[All] feel a little prayer wheel turning, [Bass] And you……
Hi, Folks! Living in Appalachia, one of the phrases I have both heard and uttered thousands of times is “If these old mountains could talk what a tale they could tell”. That wise old saying holds true for this weeks story and will take us up and down the “Hillbilly…
I read somewhere that to be healthier and to live longer, we should eat like our ancestors. The article said, “If your grandmother wouldn’t recognize it as something she ate, then don’t eat it.” Truth is that today we eat so much processed food that our grandmothers or great grandmothers…
Libby and I eased ourselves out of bed, and walking on tippy toes, did what we needed to do, and then walked as quietly as little mice out of the hallway and through the large living room. The hardwood floors felt cold on our bare feet even though it was…
Daddy implored, “Joan! Did you set that alarm? I have to be out of here by at 4:30 at the latest. You know those fish won’t bite much after the sun gets up good. And I have to get out there before all those guys who don’t know what they’re…
I realize I have written a good bit about Maw and Paw Spencer in the last few weeks, but there’s more to their story, and I don’t want to wait too long to get back to it and get it all down, so I hope you will indulge me as…
Hi, Folks! From the time I was two years old until I was nine, we lived in River Rouge, Michigan a suburb to Detroit’s immediate south. That covered the span beginning in 1967 until December of 1974. My Dad & Mom, Tracy & Joyce Shetley Tweed, were both music lovers.…
While I was in college, I had the marvelous good fortune to work every Saturday and all through each summer at Skyline Telephone Membership Corporation. Based in West Jefferson, NC, I believe I am correct in saying that it was among the ten largest telephone co-ops in the country at…
