We are mountain-folk. It's something I grow more and more proud, and aware, of the older I get. I was born in the beautiful Appalachians of West Virginia. My family has a unique heritage....but so does yours. This is a picture of my Momma with her brother, Charlie, when she was a little girl. I find this picture delightful, and love to see photos of my Momma when she was little and life hadn't been so harsh to her. She's precious to me. I'm at her house for a visit right now, and enjoying every minute of it.
This is my maternal grandparents, Granny (Virginia) and Snaz (Everett), They were married as very young teenagers and had 7 children- only one of which was born in a hospital- due to a promise made by my grandmother to an older son going off in the services who was worried about her. One born into Heaven. My family literally owned a piece of the side of a mountain. My grandfather and grandmother had green thumbs and grew beatuiful gardens making for beautiful veggies while the mountain supplied our fruit (blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, pears, crab apples)- and we were occassionally subsidized by Mick, a lifelong family friend with quite a knack for gardening and gossip.
This is my Momma with her momma and five brothers in the 80's. They are scattered about- West Virginia, California, Mississippi, Utah. I wish they were all sitting in Granny's livingroom, talking and laughing over coffee again. I'm happy to be at Momma's- soaking her up and remembering our roots- our mountian.