(I hope you enjoy Olivia’s tale. I had an overwhelming urge to create, even though as in all fiction there is a lot of truth here. Forgive the grammar; it’s old mountain dialect and the way Olivia talks.)
Well this is it, the day I dread all year. It’s hog killin’ day. My name is Olivia Oliver. The year is 1928. I was born here in this place called Cades Cove almost thirteen years ago. Some white folk changed its name way back when. The real name is Kate’s Cove. Named for…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on October 31, 2011 at 10:57am — No Comments
Growing up in a small community in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains I never dreamed of living anywhere else. Yes, I love an occasional trip to the beach but I wouldn’t want the sand hills to be my home. Even as a small child I knew where my roots were. I had lots of dreams but moving away from Elkin, North Carolina was not one of them.
By most standards back in the early ‘60’s we were a poor family and sort of looked down on by many. That’s another story in its self.…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on October 25, 2011 at 7:13am — No Comments
Every which way I turn these days there are festivals. Fall festivals, sonker festivals, wine festivals, pumpkin and apple festivals, and my favorite, book festivals.
It amazes me the creative ability that some people possess. This past weekend while signing books at a festival I met so many talented artists. The booth on one side of me was filled with homemade pumpkins. What is a homemade pumpkin you might ask? Well, these pumpkins were made from horseshoes. Yes, used…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on October 18, 2011 at 9:05am — No Comments
I simply love this time of year. The flaming colors of nature and the cool breezes bring out a longing in me. I yearn for campfires, coffee and a fuzzy blanket to wrap up in.
Over a hundred years ago a great-great-grandfather of mine purchased a rather large plot of land. This property had a couple of small creeks on it and a real good spring with a bountiful amount of water spewing from the ground. Over the past thirty-five years my husband Jerry and I have been able to buy…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on October 10, 2011 at 10:16am — No Comments
Bill collector, tax collector. Collector. Nasty sounding word isn’t it? Someone always wants your money. Don’t hate me, but I’m a collector too.
I’ll bet everyone out there who reads this blog collects something. My aunt collected figurines of angels. My mama collected salt and pepper shakers, and my daughter is trying to collect a shot glass from every state.
Up until about twenty years ago the only thing I collected was dust on my junk. Then one day I was at…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on October 4, 2011 at 8:14am — No Comments