Becoming a widow with seven children, she faced life with a determination beyond measure. She was one Appalachian Woman!!!! February 28, at In the midst of all those women-I see me-I see you-both of us trying to hold on to the thread passed down by our Grannies, our Mamaws, our elders. March 1, at 2: I loved this picture and your thoughts. I wonder about this myself, what is left of our ancestral links and cultures? And yet, I know I have so much stoic midwesterner in me, in the way I approach certain things, and I barely even lived there growing up my Dad was in the Air Force , but all my family is from there, so it is just in my blood I guess.
And I do value it, and that link to my ancestors. It is a mixed-bag, this globalization that is going on. Something is lost and something is gained, it seems to me. April 8, at 9: I feel this way too.
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As I hold on to my memories of family heritage handed down, touched, loved, cherished and, at times hidden to protect from out siders, I also am strengthened by those same memories of my granny to hold onto something even stronger. And that was and still is the faith in Jesus if these women. It is that faith that made them strong and kept them strong through hard times.
That faith is my faith and it is as alive in my life as it was in theirs! God bless us all with more faith! March 1, at About loving where we are and what we are. We come from good, strong stock. March 5, at 3: Kelli, this really made me think. I am from the mountain women, yet modern circumstances led me far from the mountains, and left me grossly disconnected from my roots. I wish it was in ways. I think that the things we gravitate to in life are partly genetic engravings of the lives of our ancestors. Your values, as in the things you appreciate.
April 9, at 3: Sometimes I feel disconnected too. We women know who we are, deep down. March 5, at 4: Oh, Kelli, I meant to say word about the mountain men. A wonder the mountain women coped with THAT.
I wish alcohol never existed! March 15, at 2: Fun Mama - Deanna.
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No one should be made to feel ashamed of where they come from. March 25, at 5: I know what you mean. I am African American from the South and very country. I am use growing most of my families food. I still love pigs and chickens. I am back to the plain and simple life that I love. April 16, at 1: I really enjoyed your wisdom and insight, it made me feel homesick for a freedom I have always heard of and never known. If I ever find out the names of my Cherokee ancestors, you will be the first person I contact.
I truly admire your strength and genuine love for the mountains, your culture and your heritage. You have a lot to be proud of Kelly. Many blessings to you and your family. May 24, at 8: I enjoyed being there. Home truly is where our heart is, and the freedom is where we are if we unleash it. May 22, at 2: I stumbled upon this post this morning searching for old Appalachian sewing crafts — it was a post I needed to read.
I grew up in SW Pa and so long to move back to the Appalachian region — it feels like it is a missing piece in my soul. However, your post makes me realize that it is always with me, no matter where I call home. It is there, all the time. You were born with it. You may leave the mountains, but the mountains never leave you. You might could find some on http: Thanks for reading and commenting! May 28, at 8: August 27, at 7: I too have ancestry in south east Kentucky.
Letcher to be exact, in Whitesburg. Only 18 or so miles from the ocean. I only hope she will help me to unlearn some of the things I know. I never saw such simplicity. But you haven't talked with her. Suddenly she turned back. The next morning early we made up a riding party, and I rode with Mrs. She was as tall as I, and sat in her saddle as if quite unconscious of her animal. The road stretched hard and inviting under our horses' feet. The wind smelled salt. The sky was ragged with gray masses of cloud scudding across the blue. I was beginning to glow with exhilaration, when suddenly my companion drew in her horse.
I can ride all day.
Where I come from, we have to ride if we want to go anywhere; but here there seems to be no particular place to -- to reach. I do so many things just for the mere pleasure of doing them, I'm afraid you will have a very poor opinion of me. I have never been where I could not see them before in my life. At least, I mean," she continued slowly, as if her thought could not easily put itself in words, -- "I mean it seems as if a part of the world had been taken down.
It makes you feel lonesome, as if you were living after the world had begun to die. It seems very beautiful to me here. And then you will have so much life to divert you. Still, I am not used to them. I think I might be not -- not very happy with them. They might think me queer. I think I would like to show your sister the mountains. But I don't mean those pretty green hills such as we saw coming here. They are not like my mountains. I like mountains that go beyond the clouds, with terrible shadows in the hollows, and belts of snow lying in the gorges where the sun cannot reach, and the snow is blue in the sunshine, or shining till you think it is silver, and the mist so wonderful all about it, changing each moment and drifting up and down, that you cannot tell what name to give the colors.
These mountains of yours here in the East are so quiet; mine are shouting all the time, with the pines and the rivers. The echoes are so loud in the valley that sometimes, when the wind is rising, we can hardly hear a man talk unless he raises his voice. There are four cataracts near where I live, and they all have different voices, just as people do; and one of them is happy -- a little white cataract -- and it falls where the sun shines earliest, and till night it is shining.
But the others only get the sun now and then, and they are more noisy and cruel. One of them is always in the shadow, and the water looks black. That is partly because the rocks all underneath it are black. It falls down twenty great ledges in a gorge with black sides, and a white mist dances all over it at every leap. I tell father the mist is the ghost of the waters.
No man ever goes there; it is too cold. The chill strikes through one, and makes your heart feel as if you were dying. But all down the side of the mountain, toward the south and the west, the sun shines on the granite and draws long points of light out of it. Father tells me soldiers marching look that way when the sun strikes on their bayonets. Those are the kind of mountains I mean, Mr. She was looking at me with her face transfigured, as if it, like the mountains she told me of, had been lying in shadow, and waiting for the dazzling dawn.
I dreamt that the mountains had all been taken down, and that I stood on a plain to which there was no end. The sky was burning up, and the grass scorched brown from the heat, and it was twisting as if it were in pain. And animals, but no other person save myself, only wild things, were crouching and looking up at that sky. They could not run because there was no place to which to go.
And then, at the last, perhaps, some luckless fellow, stronger than the rest, will stand amid the ribs of the rotting earth and go mad. The woman's eyes were fixed on me, large and luminous. He would be afraid to be left alone like that with God. No one would want to be taken into God's secrets.
And he would try to find a voice and would fail, because silence would have come again. And then the light would go out --". Then she looked up suddenly at the sun shining through a rift in those reckless gray clouds, and put out one hand as if to get it full of the headlong rollicking breeze.
It likes the sun and moon; they are all good friends; and it likes the people who live on it. Maybe it is they instead of the fire within who keep it warm; or maybe it is warm just from always going, as we are when we run. We are young, you and I, Mr. Grant, and Leroy, and your beautiful sister, and the world is young too! That afternoon the four of us sat at a table in the Casino together.
The Casino, as every one knows, is a place to amuse yourself. If you have a duty, a mission, or an aspiration, you do not take it there with you, it would be so obviously out of place; if poverty is ahead of you, you forget it; if you have brains, you hasten to conceal them; they would be a serious encumbrance. There was a bubbling of conversation, a rustle and flutter such as there always is where there are many women. All the place was gay with flowers and with gowns as bright as the flowers. I remembered the apprehensions of my sister, and studied Leroy's wife to see how she fitted into this highly colored picture.
She was the only woman in the room who seemed to wear draperies. The jaunty slash and cut of fashionable attire were missing in the long brown folds of cloth that enveloped her figure.
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I felt certain that even from Jessica's standpoint she could not be called a guy. Picturesque she might be, past the point of convention, but she was not ridiculous. His wife smiled over at him. He thinks I am melancholy because I do not laugh. I got out of the way of it by being so much alone. You only laugh to let some one else know you are pleased. When you are alone there is no use in laughing. It would be like explaining something to yourself. Leroy blushed, and I saw Jessica curl her lip as she noticed the blush.
She laid her hand on Mrs. Indeed, now he says he will never again go out of sight of it. But you can go a long journey without doing that; for it lies on a plateau in the valley, and it can be seen from three different mountain passes. Mother died there, and for that reason and others -- father has had a strange life -- he never wanted to go away.
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He brought a lady from Pennsylvania to teach me. She had wonderful learning, but she didn't make very much use of it. I thought if I had learning I would not waste it reading books. I would use it to -- to live with. Father had a library, but I never cared for it. He was forever at books too. Of course," she hastened to add, noticing the look of mortification deepen on her husband's face, "I like books very well if there is nothing better at hand. But I always said to Mrs.
Windsor -- it was she who taught me -- why read what other folk have been thinking when you can go out and think yourself? Of course one prefers one's own thoughts, just as one prefers one's own ranch, or one's own father. No one need fall back on books there. I'm afraid there must be such dreadful crowds of people. Of course I should try to feel that they were all like me, with just the same sort of fears, and that it was ridiculous for us to be afraid of each other, when at heart we all meant to be kind. Jessica fairly wrung her hands.
I am afraid, my dear, that it will break your heart!
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Brainard, with what was meant to be a gentle jest, "no one can break my heart except Leroy. I should not care enough about any one else, you know. The compliment was an exquisite one. I felt the blood creep to my own brain in a sort of vicarious rapture, and I avoided looking at Leroy lest he should dislike to have me see the happiness he must feel. The simplicity of the woman seemed to invigorate me as the cool air of her mountains might if it blew to me on some bright dawn, when I had come, fevered and sick of soul, from the city.
When we were alone, Jessica said to me: He is going to imagine that his wife makes him suffer. There's no one so brutally selfish as your sensitive man.
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He wants every one to live according to his ideas, or he immediately begins suffering. That friend of yours hasn't the courage of his convictions. He is going to be ashamed of the very qualities that made him love his wife. There was a hop that night at the hotel, quite an unusual affair as to elegance, given in honor of a woman from New York, who wrote a novel a month. Brainard looked so happy that night when she came in the parlor, after the music had begun, that I felt a moisture gather in my eyes just because of the beauty of her joy, and the forced vivacity of the women about me seemed suddenly coarse and insincere.
Some wonderful red stones, brilliant as rubies, glittered in among the diaphanous black driftings of her dress.
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She asked me if the stones were not very pretty, and said she gathered them in one of her mountain river-beds. Father always sent to Denver for my finery. He was very particular about how I looked. You see, I was all he had --" She broke off, her voice faltering. It is a song of Sydney Lanier's. I think he was the greatest poet that ever lived in America, though not many agree with me. You count them, but some are still missing. As it gets darker, you fear that wolves could be prowling through the woods. Soaked to the skin, Mariam returns home at around 9 or 10 pm.
In the evening, her family divides up tasks for the next day: Her parents, she says, do not like her shepherding, but do not protest. Most Georgians, even in the mountains, see sheepherding as a job for men. Her work, therefore, surprises some locals. That attitude angers Mariam. One has to work, no matter what. Dirt roads, long winters, hardscrabble living and spotty mobile-phone access make life harsh here. Many families have opted to abandon their ancestral villages for a better life in Tbilisi or elsewhere.
Ruined houses dot the landscape. Fifteen years ago, Mariam and her year-old-brother, Mirian, had to leave as well. They lived there with their grandmother. She dreams of returning to her village one day, being reunited with her parents and opening an outpatient center with free care for locals.