Hi, Folks! A lot of folks currently yearn for the return of summers warm temperatures, but I for one enjoy both the solitude and togetherness of winter. Besides possessing man’s instinctive survival skills, a certain satisfaction comes with witnessing the arrival of spring after Mother Nature has hurled her worst…
Hi, Folks! I decided to venture on something a little different this week, departing from my normal story telling. Anyone who visits Madison County, North Carolina usually has Max Patch near the top of their lists as a place to see. What is Max Patch you ask? At 4,629 feet…
Hi, Folks! I hope ya’all have been doing well and that everyone had a wonderful Christmas! It’s great to be back after a little hiatus from writing. When I started out on this story, I was excited to be highlighting the traditional Appalachian cultural practice of Ginseng hunting. I thought…
The Spinster by Steve Tweed July 18, 2017 “Nothing is impossible to a determined woman.” – Louisa May Alcott Hi, folks! Much has been said over the years about a woman’s determination: Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn; A woman’s prerogative; the list goes on and on. Appalachian…
Buzzard’s Roost by Steve Tweed July 11, 2017 Hi, Folks! I hope everyone has been doing well. After taking a couple of weeks off from writing, I decided I wanted to do something just a little different this week. I went on a little adventure yesterday and decided that I…
Hi, Folks! Instead of telling a story this week, I wanted to do something a little different. I don’t think there is anyone on Earth who does not enjoy a rainbow. Having taken up photography several years ago, it made me slow down and take notice of things. One thing…
Hi, Folks! As most of you know, mountain folks are musical. They are known for their ability to sing and play a variety of musical instruments. They even improvise, utilizing the unlikeliest of items in order to make rhythmical sounds, such as spoons, a broom or just their hands. In…
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,…
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…
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.…
