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Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 61-62; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0013
Father finagled a used baby grandto make amends—I see that now.I thought it too big for our lives then,but I was a child.
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 36-39; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0006
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 76-76; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0015
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 120-122; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0004
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 94-94; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0002
Too tender for my climate, it seems, though Jim,just a few miles away, grows them quite well.I have planted mine on the sunny south side
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 12-32; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0009
Over the next six months, Joe tended to his wife's daily needs, bathed her, washed her soiled clothes, and arranged friends or relatives to sit with her while he cut wood. Her brown hair had turned grey and the severe weight loss had left her frail. After months of decline and unrelenting pain, Libby stopped talking about cosmic identity, her love of stars, or visiting New Mexico.
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 77-93; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0017
When she was six-years-old, living here in the cabin her grandpa built, tucked away in a hollow twenty minutes outside of Boone, a female bear with two cubs circled the house before heading to Phipps's Creek, down the far property line in the back. She watched from the screened porch as they splashed in the pools below the rocky falls and thought they were the cutest things. That afternoon at school, she fell off the jungle gym during recess and broke her right arm in two places. The pink cast, speckled with glitter, stretched from her wrist to her shoulder. "Pink for a girl," the doctor said, though Maxine had asked for purple.
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 33-35; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0028
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 22-32; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0027
The dogs have treed a squirrel. Two weeks have transformed fairy bridal bouquets into candelabras by our path. Like dollhouse-cucumbers, green fruits curve skyward from stems that have shot up knee-high. Two neat seams that split the oldest fruits signify siliques—another mustard hallmark.
Appalachian Heritage, Volume 47, pp 9-13; https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.2019.0024
Mickey had just buttoned the last button of her navy blue polka-dot dress when her brother Ben hollered from the hall. "Aren't you too little to be going to a dance?"