When I was a boy, there was no such thing as television.
You were really blessed if you had one of those new fang-dangled crystal
receiver sets, they was really scarce. We didn't have electricity, we
had to use a battery, so we could only listen to the crystal set on
Saturday night for a half hour...the "Grand Ole Opry."
Our family looked to each other for
most of our entertainment and a lot of it was found in the art of storytelling.
We got news from family, neighbors, and letters from distant kin, and
that is how some of the tales began. As these tales were shared, other
folks would add their own special touch, that's what turned them
I loved to listen to these tales being
spun, I could actually see them come to life. What could have just been
myth became legend. Tales of Mountain Folk, Native Americans and Mountain
Critters are favorites of mine.
Much of the past is all but gone, though
memories do linger on. That is why I would like to share these folk
tales and lore, that they may be enjoyed by everyone, cherished by the
"Mountain Folk," and preserved for generations to come.
Read my tales let me know how you like them...