Appalachian Memory Keepers
I never knew my paternal grandmother. She died in 1950, way before I was born. I grew up hearing stories…
My great-grandfather, my grandmother Smith’s father, was called “Pomp” by all of the great-grandchildren—no idea where it came from, but…
As the story goes, the subject of today’s podcast was 35 years old before he ever used a camera. He…
