Tag: Stories

One wonderful morning, I watched my grandmother ever so carefully pic just the right chicken for dinner and what a FAT one it…

2008 to be continued…. OMG! I found this old post and realized I had not written anything! Not one word, nada, nada, nada!…

Yes, it goes way back in my family in the eastern hills of Kentucky! More later…

Like pork? When I was very small, I remember stepping outside and watching a ritual I will never forget. Exactly how do people…

Well, my mother graduated from the 8th grade. My Dad from the 3rd. Where did that leave me? I needed more out of…

It’s never easy for us eastern Kentucky coal miners kin to talk about our past… so therefore, the thread will continue….

How would you like to grow with a nick name like Cowbones??? Well, it started because I was nothing but skin and bones…

Okay, let’s go way back… I think the reason I like old cemetaries is because when I was very young, we visited our…