We passed some rushing waterfalls tumbling over rocks as they splashed down the hill. Daddy said that June was the peak season for the rhododendrons that grew wild in the park. As we drove along, the roadside was lined with their pink blossoms and waxy green leaves, and beyond them the lush green hillsides, one after another, becoming blue and then a hazy kind of slate gray as they faded off into the distance . . . Continue Reading

Roadside   Oconaluftee Islands Park   Museum of the Cherokee Indian Cherokee Way of Life Pottery & Baskets Trail of Tears The Idea of “Civilized”   Mountain Farm Museum   **Featured Image is a wax representation of a Cherokee ceremony.  ***All photographs were taken by Delonda AndersonContinue Reading

I have a few pronunciation pet peeves. My language grievances may sound sanctimonious, especially to some folks who view Appalachian English as everything “un” – uncouth, unsophisticated, and uncivilized. Nevertheless, I cringe every time I hear: “I axed a question,” or, “He excaped through the window.” I’ll add to theseContinue Reading