Contrary to many out there who believe that we are just ‘stuck,’ it’s actually a primordial call that either keeps us in these mountains, or finds us returning to our roots later in life. There is history here. Some of it isn’t pretty. Yet much of it is beautiful and there are countless stories from the simple folks who scratched out a life (a good life) in these unforgiving mountains. 

And I am here to tell their stories in this blog…the good, the heartbreaking, the customs, the colloquial, and the traditions that make us who we are. I tell these stories not for mere entertainment, but so this dwindling culture that once ensconced such a large part of our nation, should not be forgotten, and perhaps, just maybe, seen in a different light other than just the bumbling hillbilly.