a town on the tug
Feb 6, 2006
I was born in a little knock about town by the Tug Fork of the Big Sandy River. Some time before people came along the Appalachian Plateau was carved up for residency by the mountain waters. Not the second-run kind that Dewey got liquored up on at 160 proof; but the kind that leaked into the river basin and bathed his grandfather’s daddy on a Saturday night.
Indians washed there once. Named places like Horse Creek, Possum Branch and Beartown, then somebody ran them off and the miners came and never left.
A Hill Country full of black gold. WV style. Scratch the surface, any surface, and there it is. Feeding families and making widows.
The coal basin.
A kid could get lost in it.
It had happened before.
Thanks for the comment and yes, I completely agree, the monosyllabic thing drives me up the wall as well. 😉
My best friend is from the small town where the first one happened. She knew those guys. It’s so sad.
We are from the same little town, aren’t we? Though I don’t suppose I’m as far into Appalachia. Wonderful prose!
Small towns are very interesting places!
Thanks for the visit, and the comment.
Yes, “fargin'” is “freakin'” only it’s from a movie entitled, “Johnny Dangerously.” Truly a funny movie.
I gave you some quotes from the movie here.
Along with a plug.
you posted to my page. Thanks. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your posts. I’ll be back to read more! How did you end up in England?!? You are MY HERO! I want to live and work in there so badly, but right now I’m stuck in corporate Hell. I would love to correspond with you about life abroad! Thanks again for visiting my tiny little bit of the internet universe. 🙂
Thanks for the comment.
I love your blog! I love the way you write, it’s really beautiful.
Love this. Its beautiful.