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Happy Trails

Happy Trails
     Leaving Cherokee Orchard, we entered a shadowy wooded area known as Roaring Fork. At once we noticed a fall in the temperature, though we continued to stick our heads out the windows to look for wildflowers, particularly the leather leaves of trailing arbutus (which I never managed to see). We stopped for lunch beside a rocky stream, eating our sandwiches as we looked through woodlands that were carpeted with partridge berry and trillium, a few wake robins as well. Our necks craned, as we gazed upward at the pines, giants that dwarfed the rest of the forest. How long they had grown there was something we could not know, without unnecessary speculation, however, we again took up our journey on the narrow road.

Reaching Out... Touching Life... Springtime

Reaching Out... Touching Life... Springtime

It was springtime and the little girl was glad to hear the school bell ring. After all, when you are six years old and live in the Great Smoky Mountains, springtime is more fun outside than it is inside. 

     As she walked home from school, however, she thought about a word her teacher had used a few minutes earlier as she read a story to her students. The word was "courage" and it sounded like such a good word the way the teacher had used it.

Mountain Scents

Mountain Scents
     Painting - "Morning Light at Greenbrier" - Terri Waters      As the Smokies enter into spring, woodlands no longer shiver under winter's dark ...

Smokies Wildlife - Bobcat

Smokies Wildlife - Bobcat
Wide-footed tracks break the smooth snow up the mountainside, and beyond lies a heap of leaves and twisted limbs powered with new snowfall. The tr...

Quilting

Quilting

In early American homes quilts were a necessity of vital importance to all, especially in the settlements where the winters were cold. Here in the mountains, the pioneer's poorly heated log houses made it necessary for an adequate supply of bedding.

 

School Days In 1919

School Days In 1919
 "In my day, school consisted of 8 readers (each grade or year you got a new reading book) and a primer. The primer was basically to teach children how to act in school, and what to expect next year. It (the primer) was very similar to today's kindergarten. School usually started in May or June and went through the early part of December. Kids dropped out for a couple of weeks at a time to help with the crops. This usually happened late in November when it came time to harvest the corn crop."

When Christmas Falls

When Christmas Falls
Sounds of long ago, yes, but not so foreign to our ears that they do not stir our memories. And recall the smells of those distant holidays: the penetrating scent of balsam as the Christmas tree was brought in, ginger and clove-dusted cookies stored in the pantry, red peppermint splotches upon the baby's face, and the scent of hot apple cider topped with butter and stirred with a cinnamon stick, while children crunched and munched on brown mediciney-smelling horehound and licorice whips.

Peace Is More Than A Season

Peace Is More Than A Season
Peace is more than a season...

On Old Christmas - Christmas in the Smoky Mountains Has Changed

On Old Christmas - Christmas in the Smoky Mountains Has Changed
The stockings were hung by the fireplace. Each child was confident Santa Claus would know which stockings belonged to him. Apples and oranges, different types of candy, and maybe a small gift was placed carefully inside. There was always the threat that we might get corncobs, fire coals, or rocks for any misbehavior during the year.

Smokies Wildlife in Winter Wilderness - by Sharon Hurst

Smokies Wildlife in Winter Wilderness - by Sharon Hurst
  Painting - "Weathering the Storm" - Terri Waters      By late autumn the creatures of the Great Smokies sense the changes in the air, the unrelen...

Stories from the Smokies

Stories from the Smokies
 The older brother knows what he is looking for. It must have the right taper, along with a full bough and a strong, pointed-just-right spire that will hold the star that has topped-off their Christmas trees for as long as he can remember. 

Reminiscences of a Mountain Man - An Old-time Thanksgiving

Reminiscences of a Mountain Man - An Old-time Thanksgiving
He sat whittling in the cool air of an early October morning. Although the sky was a brilliant blue, the sun overhead did little to dispell the fall "nip" in the air. The story, much like the man, was simple, direct and unhurried.