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<\/center><\/p>\nI don’t get nostalgic. I’m not a proud mountaineer. I don’t wear the gold and the blue. I don’t sing “Coal Miner’s Daughter” like I used to. Nothing’s left, but the floors, I don’t sit around the fire with my coffee mug, like a delicate flask, thinking about ‘the good old days’. I never have. I probably never will. I don’t listen to “Country Roads” and get excited or feel like singing along. Even though I think I should. <\/p>\n But I do stop at this little intersection. A lot. I stare to the left of me. At the countryside and the winding road and the tractor in the distance. And when I do my heart is filled with something. I just don’t know what. I don’t know if I’ll ever know<\/em> what. But it’s there. And it reminds me of a little boy, running through the mountains, with no daddy. And no shoes.<\/p>\n And it contents me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I don’t get nostalgic. I’m not a proud mountaineer. I don’t wear the gold and the blue. I don’t sing “Coal Miner’s Daughter” like I used to. “Oh I’m proud to be a coal miner’s daughter. I remember well, the well where I drew water. Nothing’s left, but the floors, Nothing lives here, anymore. ‘Cept<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6000,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[131,130,108,133,132],"class_list":["post-5997","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-hum-drum","category-photography","tag-country-roads","tag-farm","tag-life","tag-nostalgia","tag-west-virginia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5997","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5997"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5997\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6101,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5997\/revisions\/6101"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6000"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5997"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5997"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n“Oh I’m proud to be a coal miner’s daughter.
\nI remember well, the well where I drew water.<\/p>\n
\nNothing lives here, anymore.
\n‘Cept the memories of a coal miner’s daughter.”<\/em><\/p>\n