Tag: appalachian
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Travel Day
My remembrances of Christmases in Crooked Creek always involved travel. First in a black Ford Fairlane station wagon, then in later years a pea green Ford Gran Torino station wagon. Dad was a Ford man and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because his son is a Ford truck man and his grandson…
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I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia
I am so excited for my newest book, entitled “I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia.” The rich history of my Appalachian family was fundamentally preserved through the gift of story telling from one generation to another. I can so vividly remember as a young boy of 6 or 7, sitting and listening to…
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The Barlow Knife
One of the great memories for me as a child was Main Street in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky. To most this would be just another sleepy town, slowly succumbing to a World fed by Interstates, allowing quick exits and entries. To me, Main Street in Mt. Vernon represented my people, past and present. There were…
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The Bus Driver
My mother was a bus driver for 23 years before she left us for Heaven. She loved being a bus driver because she loved children. To parent’s of kindergarteners she was known as the ‘singing bus driver.’ She had this title because she would sing with the kindergartens as she drove them to and from…
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There’s a Sweet, Sweet Spirit in those Places
“Some bright morning, when this life is over, I’ll fly away…” Have you ever been to a place filled with joy, hope, faith and love. A place devoid of all the World says matters? A place where genuine care, brotherhood, sisterhood and family, trumped fleeting pursuits. A place that replaced want and need with acceptance…
Myron Speaks 