On the farm, we try to take care with things and use them as long as we can, since cash isn’t growing on trees. At least not on our farm. So we do things with the things we have so … Continue reading
One of the ancient Christmas traditions in our family, living near the south bank of the North Fork of the Holston River, in Scott County, Virginia, was to gather in at the old family homeplace. Granddaddy Ketron was still living … Continue reading
There is something about a truck. In my growing up days, I was a frequent passenger in Pappaw’s 1930s model large cattle truck. It had a big on-the-floor gear shift with a green knob on top. The starter was on … Continue reading
The snow had mounted up just to the bottom of our shoes. A “dusting” of snow transformed the landscape into a wintry scene, while not endangering travelers too terribly on the old road that curved around the back of the … Continue reading
Often in my childhood, my grandfather would take me with him to the back pasture. It was a healthy walk from the house up through the hayfields, past the tobacco patch, to the pasture gate. Sometimes we would ride the … Continue reading
