man of Appalachia


When Walker Williams (83) and his brother Dit (89) go looking for a good time these days, they get in Walker’s car and take a drive north and east of Landrum, South Carolina where Walker lives now toward a tiny holler called Spillcorn in Madison County, North Carolina where both brothers were born…literally…in a home that has stood the test of time deep in the heart of Appalachia.

no wonder the brothers come back here to their old home place

yep, Spill Corn is a real place

 Walker’s cousin John offers a drink of cool water to anyone who drops by

one country store in the back hollers of Madison County

Walker leads the way inside

(I think the rice krispie treats were homemade – delicious)

The little convenience store is like the old general stores – it has a little bit of everything. If you’re on a long drive, you better make a quick stop and visit with Ethel who likes to know who you are, who your people are, and what you’re doing way out here.

Appalachia unvarnished

According to our tour guide Walker (who is Pretty’s father btw), the tobacco barns are empty now, the cattle herds smaller and the only source of revenue left for most of the people who have remained in this remote area is logging…raiding their timber to sell down the mountains.

deep poverty exists in these mountains, and yet an occasional oasis appears 

 

this road leads to the notorious Appalachian Trail

thank goodness the “color came late this year”

pair of goats interested in visitors – any snacks?

 

another cousin, Robert, cuts his wood for any neighbors

who might need it in the harsh winter

a river runs through it…the sounds of rushing water penetrate the stillness

 the barns of Madison County – Walker has asked me to

make a photo book for him – he already has captions for the images

 

we’ll have plenty of material for his book

this man of Appalachia saying goodbye to the mountains for today –

until next time

Such a treat to spend the day with Pretty, her dad and sister Darlene in the middle of these magnificent vistas that are an important part of their family history. As my friend Meghan commented on Facebook, “these are the good ol’ days for you.”

Right on, sister.

 

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies who periodically indulges her desires to write outside her genre by trying to write fiction and poetry. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press is publishing her collection of first-person accounts of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBT organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBT history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and a group of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly. Her Texas roots are never too far from her thoughts.
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8 Responses to man of Appalachia

  1. What beauty. Shame there’s little to sustain those who hang on in there.

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    • It really is a shame, Annie. I don’t like seeing the trees being sold for timber. There’s something painful about that. But no more tobacco markets and cattle expensive to maintain so what can you do?

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  2. Luanne says:

    What a beautiful place! Thanks for sharing Walker’s find.

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  3. cindy knoke says:

    You are remarkable.

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  4. cindy knoke says:

    My Holler in SoCal is not so much a place, is it. It is more a sense of connectedness with people who have less artifice.

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