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…
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.…
Hi, Folks! Growing up, one of the treats we experienced was traveling the nearly seven miles down Highways 212 to the intersection of Highway 208 and US 25-70, near Hot Springs. At that intersection stood a small café, The Old Mill Wheel. The chuck wagon sandwiches there were to die…
Hi, Folks. For those who have never visited Madison County, if you turn onto NC Highway 212 East and travel its entire length you will log about fourteen miles. You will have traveled right through the heart of a community known as Shelton Laurel. The majority of my life has…
Hi, Folks! Last August, I was charged with an assignment to shoot some photos for Plough to Pantry, a local magazine. Although it didn’t pay anything, I was pretty excited to be given a chance in proving my photography skills and getting a little exposure. The shoot wound up being…
“Uncle Steven? Can you make sure no one blocks the driveway when they park”? I heard my niece Delilah pose that request from behind me. As I turned to tell her I would, my jaw gaped in stunned amazement. There she stood in a Mossy Oak camouflage jacket, blue jeans…
