Stella Abbott
28 Monday Jul 2014
Posted in Ferrellsburg, Lincoln County Feud, Women's History
28 Monday Jul 2014
Posted in Ferrellsburg, Lincoln County Feud, Women's History
27 Sunday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Halcyon, Lincoln County Feud, Music
Tags
Bill Dingess, Billy Adkins, Blackberry Mountain, Brandon Kirk, Burl Farley, crime, Dave "Dealer Dave" Dingess, fiddler, French Bryant, Green McCoy, Harts Creek, history, Ku Klux Klan, Lee Dingess, Lewis Farley, life, Logan County, Marsh Fork, Milt Haley, murder, Polly Bryant, Satan's Nightmare, Tom Farley, West Fork, West Virginia, Wild Horse, writing
Back in Harts, Brandon and Billy visited Tom Farley on the Marsh Fork of West Fork of Harts Creek. Tom was the grandson of Burl Farley, one of the ringleaders in the Brumfield-Dingess mob of 1889. He was a great storyteller and knew a lot of interesting tales about the old vigilantes around Harts.
“Milt Haley and Green McCoy, my grandpa Burl Farley was in that,” Tom said. “Dealer Dave Dingess was in that. Dealer Dave Dingess played the fiddle for them when they chopped them boys’ heads off. He wasn’t a mean fellow. Burl Farley and them just got him drunk. French Bryant and Burl Farley was supposed to been the men who went over and chopped their heads off. My uncle Lewis Farley was in it.”
French Bryant, Tom said, married his aunt Polly Dingess.
“I’ve heard that Polly was one of the hatefulest women that ever took a breath,” he said. “A lot of people said she was the Devil’s grandma. French Bryant, he took her by the hair of the head and he tied her up to that apple tree. She took pneumonia fever and died.”
Tom told a great story about Bryant.
“French Bryant, I know a story they told me. It might be a lie. He was hooked up with the Ku Klux Klan. Was a captain of them. This is an old story. It’s supposed to happened right up here in this hollow. Dealer Dave and a bunch of them had their moonshine still set up in here. There was some young men came back in this country looking for Burl trying to get them timber jobs. They thought they was spying on them. This might every bit be lies but I was told this by all them old-timers. Burl Farley, Dealer Dave Dingess, French Bryant, Lewis Farley, and a bunch of them was supposed to’ve beheaded them right under that beech tree, my daddy always told. This story goes that they come in here looking for work. The Ku Klux Klan brought them here, made old Polly Dingess cook them a midnight supper. Dealer Dave played the fiddle for them and they danced all night. The next day at twelve o’clock Polly fixed a big dinner. Their last meal. One of them told the other two, said, ‘We just might as well eat. This is the end of the line for us.’ One of them just kept eating. He told the other two, said, ‘You better eat because this is the last meal we’ll ever eat.’ Said French Bryant cussed them and said, ‘Eat because you’ll never eat another meal.’ Dealer Dave asked them, ‘What do you want me to do as your last request?’ Said two of them cried and wouldn’t say a word. Said that one boy that eat so much told Dealer Dave, said, ‘Play ‘Satan’s Nightmare’.’ Took them out there at one o’clock under that beech tree and laid their heads across the axe and chopped two of their heads off. Said two of them cried and wouldn’t say a word. Said that one boy that eat so much told Dealer Dave, said, ‘Play ‘Satan’s Nightmare’.’ They chopped their heads off. Said French took their heads and set them on the mantle.”
So Dealer Dave Dingess was a fiddler?
“Dealer Dave played the fiddle,” Tom said. “I remember seeing old man Dave. He was tall and skinny. He played ‘Blackberry Mountain’ and a bunch of stuff. ‘Wild Horse’. Dealer Dave was the biggest coward that ever put on a pair of shoes. When it would start to get dark, my daddy and my uncle Bill Dingess — just tiny kids — they’d have to walk up this hollow with him. One would walk in front of him and the other one behind him. Said Lee Dingess cussed him all to pieces, told him, said, ‘Dealer Dave, nobody’s gonna hurt you. There ain’t a man alive that’s gonna bother you.’ Dave said, ‘Hush, Lee. I’m not afraid of the living. I’m afraid of the dead.’ Afraid to pass that cemetery. They called him Dealer Dave because he horse-traded so much and every time he got cheated he cried and he had to trade back with you. Make a trade today and tomorrow he’d cry till you give him his horse back. They said he was good on the fiddle. They said he played for square dances.”
26 Saturday Jul 2014
Tags
Chief Logan State Park, life, Logan, music, photos, West Virginia
26 Saturday Jul 2014
Posted in Ed Haley, John Hartford, Lincoln County Feud, Music
Tags
Ashland, banjo, Bobby Taylor, Brandon Kirk, Charleston, Clyde Haley, Cultural Center, Deborah Basham, Ed Haley, Ella Haley, Forked Deer, Green McCoy, Grey Eagle, history, Jack Haley, John Hartford, Kentucky, Lawrence Haley, life, mandolin, Michigan, Milt Haley, Mona Haley, music, Pat Haley, Patsy Haley, Ralph Haley, Ralph Mullins, Rounder Records, San Quentin, Scott Haley, Smithsonian Institution, Steve Haley, West Virginia, writing
Around that time, Brandon and I received confirmation from Doug Owsley at the Smithsonian that he was interested in exhuming the Haley-McCoy grave. Doug gave us instructions on what we needed to do before his office could actually become involved — most importantly, to get permission from the state authorities, as well as from Milt’s and Green’s descendants. We felt pretty good about our chances of getting support from the family but weren’t sure what to expect from “officials.” For some guidance in that department, we called Bobby Taylor and Deborah Basham at the Cultural Center in Charleston, who told us all about exhumation law and codes in West Virginia. They felt, considering the interest of the Smithsonian, that we would have no trouble on the bureaucratic end of things.
Meanwhile, Rounder Records was in the final stages of releasing a two-CD set of Ed’s recordings called Forked Deer. The sound quality was incredible on the re-masters although to the uninitiated ear some of the music still sounded like it was coming from behind a waterfall in a cellophane factory. In addition to Forked Deer, Rounder was slated to release two more CDs of Ed’s music under the title of Grey Eagle in the near future.
I was very excited about all of these tunes getting out because I had fantasies of some “young Turk” fiddler getting a hold of them and really doing some damage.
In July, I called Pat Haley to tell her about the CDs, but we ended up talking more about her memories of Ed.
“I know when we lived in 1040 Greenup — when I first came over here — Pop would play very little. Only if he was drinking and maybe Mona would get him to play. I never knew of Pop ever playing sober. I didn’t hear Pop play too much but then his drinking days were just about over. But Mom would play. They had a mandolin and might have been a banjo and Mom would play a little bit. I didn’t know their brother, Ralph. He passed away, I believe, in ’46 or ’47 and I didn’t come into the family until ’48 — when I met Larry — but we married in ’49.”
Pat and I talked more about Ed’s 1951 death.
“Larry and I lived with Mom and Pop on 2144 Greenup Avenue and little Ralph lived with us,” she said. “Clyde had just come home from San Quentin, and a couple of months before Pop died Patsy was due to have Scott and so she moved into the house with us. Her and Jack had the front living room as their bedroom so that Patsy could be close to the hospital. Scott was born January 4th. My Stephen was born January 27th. We were all in the same house when Pop died. But about three days before Pop died, Clyde decided to rob his mother and came in in the middle of the night and stole her sweeper and radio while we were sleeping and he was picked up by the police and he was in jail when his daddy died. He didn’t get to come to his daddy’s funeral. His mother’s either, actually. He was in a Michigan prison when his momma died.”
26 Saturday Jul 2014
Posted in John Hartford, Music
Tags
bluegrass, Brandon Kirk, history, John Hartford, life, Madison, music, Nashville, photos, Tennessee

John Hartford guest house, Madison, TN. This is where I often stayed when visiting John.
24 Thursday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Creek, Coal, Ferrellsburg, Logan, Toney
Tags
Anna Laura Lucas, Big Creek, Birdie Linville, Capitol City Commercial College, Clyde W. Peters, Cora M. Adkins, Daisy Coal Company, Dixie Toney, education, Elbert Baisden, Ella Baisden, Ferrellsburg, First National Bank of Huntington, genealogy, Harts Creek District, Hazel Toney, history, Hub Vance, Hunt-Forbes Construction Company, Huntington, Ida Lucas, John Thompson, Keenan Toney, life, Lincoln Republican, Logan, Logan Assessor's Office, Logan County, Logan Sheriff's Office, M.D. Bledsoe, Marshall College, Mary Sanders, Maud Ellis, Maud Gill, Mountain State Business College, Parkersburg, Roy Anderson, Toney, Walt Stowers, West Virginia, Williamson
An unnamed local correspondent from Big Creek in Logan County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Republican printed on Thursday, April 5, 1923:
Uncle Hub Vance is suffering from the flu.
Miss Mary Sanders attended Federal Court in Huntington the past week.
Miss Hoaner Ferrell has returned from Parkersburg, where she has been attending Mountain State Business College.
Miss Dixie Toney was the guest of Mrs. Clyde W. Peters, of Huntington the past week.
Miss Cora M. Adkins, the popular teacher, was in Huntington the past week making arrangements to attend Marshall College.
Miss Birdie Linville was calling on friends at Toney, Sunday.
Miss Ida Lucas, who has a position with the First National Bank of Huntington, was here recently enroute to her home on Big Creek.
Mr. K.E. Toney is in Logan this week on matters of business.
Mr. John Thompson, of the Hunt-Forbes Cons. Co., was in town today. He reports that the Company’s contract in Harts Creek district will be completed within one month.
M.D. Bledsew was a recent visitor in Williamson.
J.W. Stowers, merchant of Ferrellsburg, was a recent visitor of his sister, Mrs. Ward Lucas, of this place.
Roy Anderson, Chief Clerk in the Logan Assessor’s office was the Sunday guest of K.E. Toney.
Elbert Baisden has been appointed Asst. Supt. of the Daisy Coal Co.
Miss Hazel Toney will complete her business course at the Capitol City Commercial College about April 15th, and will, we are informed be employed in the Sheriff’s office in Logan.
Miss Maud Gill’s school closed last Friday. Miss Gill is a fine teacher and met with great success in her work this year.
Miss Maud Ellis, of Logan, was the recent guest of Mrs. Ella Baisden.
24 Thursday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Big Sandy Valley, Harts, Jamboree, Lincoln County Feud, Peter Creek
Tags
Blood in West Virginia, Green McCoy, Harrison McCoy, Harts Creek, history, Kentucky, life, Lincoln County, Lincoln County Feud, Pike County, West Fork, West Virginia, writing

Green McCoy’s letter to his brother, Harrison, who lived in Pike County, KY, 1889
23 Wednesday Jul 2014
Posted in Harts, Women's History
Tags
Caroline Brumfield, Charley Brumfield, genealogy, Harts, history, life, Lincoln County, photos, Verna Johnson, West Virginia

Verna (Brumfield) Johnson (seated at right), daughter of Charles and Caroline (Dingess) Brumfield of Harts, Lincoln County, WV
21 Monday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Lincoln County Feud, Music, Stiltner
20 Sunday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Ed Haley, Music
15 Tuesday Jul 2014
Tags
Almeda Sias, Anna Adkins, Atenville, Bill Adkins, Billy Midkiff, Cuba Adkins, Earling, Elbert Smith, Elijah Midkiff, Emmar Midkiff, Fourteen, genealogy, history, life, Lincoln County, Lincoln Democrat, Logan, Maymie Sias, Millard Sias, Noah Resnic, Ranger, Sarah Midkiff, smallpox, Virginia, West Virginia, Woodrow Bills, Yates
“Flossie,” a local correspondent from Atenville or Fourteen in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Democrat printed on Thursday, April 4, 1918:
Mr. and Mrs. Millard Sias and little daughter Maymie have returned to their home at Yates after spending a week with the former’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Billy Midkiff of Atenville.
Elbert Smith of Ranger has been very ill with small pox.
Elijah Midkiff has returned to his work at Earling after a visit with his parents.
Misses Anna and Cuba Adkins and their brother Bill returned to their work near Logan Monday morning.
Miss A. Adkins is very low with fever.
Miss Emmar Midkiff is visiting her sister Mrs. Millard Sias this week.
Woodrow Bills purchased five fine hogs from Billy Midkiff Monday.
Mr. and Mrs. Noah Resnic of Virginia are visiting their aunt.
The school on Fourteen is progressing nicely this term.
Miss Sarah Midkiff made a flying trip to Atenville Monday morning.
Best wishes for the Lincoln Democrat.
14 Monday Jul 2014
Posted in Ferrellsburg, Green Shoal, Hamlin, Harts
Tags
Bilton McNeely, Charlie McCoy, Cuba Nelson, Dr. Cline, farming, Ferrellsburg, Fry, genealogy, General Adkins, Hamlin, Hansford Adkins, Harts, Herbert Adkins, history, Ira J. Adkins, life, Lincoln County, Lincoln Democrat, Lula Adkins, Mary Jones, Milcie McNeely, Naomi Messer, Samuel H. Adkins, smallpox, Toka Adkins, West Hamlin, West Virginia
“Pinkey,” a local correspondent from Ferrellsburg in Lincoln County, West Virginia, offered the following items, which the Lincoln Democrat printed on Thursday, April 4, 1918:
Dr. Cline of Hamlin quarantined a few cases of small pox here in this community one day last week.
Mr. Reynolds of West Hamlin was here on business recently.
General Adkins has been clearing land and sowing oats the past week.
Herbert Adkins of Harts passed through here Saturday from Fry where he had been transacting business.
Our old friend C.S. McCoy took dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Ira Adkins one day last week.
Mr. and Mrs. General Adkins accompanied by his father, Hansford Adkins were the guests of Bilton and Milcie McNeely Sunday.
Little Miss Cuba Nelson and Mary Jones were visiting Mrs. S.H. Adkins Sunday.
We have several more cases of small pox reported in our neighborhood.
Mrs. Oma Messer is very ill.
The cross tie business is looking good.
11 Friday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Ed Haley, Lincoln County Feud, Warren
Tags
Al Brumfield, Albert Dingess, Anthony Adams, Ben Adams, Bill Brumfield, Bill's Branch, Billy Adkins, blind, Blood in West Virginia, Boardtree Bottom, Brandon Kirk, Buck Fork, Burl Farley, Carolyn Johnnie Farley, Cecil Brumfield, Charley Brumfield, Charlie Dingess, crime, Ed Haley, Fed Adkins, fiddling, French Bryant, George Fry, Green McCoy, Green Shoal, Hamlin, Harts Creek, Harve "Short Harve" Dingess, Hell Up Coal Hollow, Henderson Dingess, history, Hugh Dingess, John Brumfield, John Dingess, Kentucky, life, Lincoln County Feud, Low Gap, Milt Haley, murder, Paris Brumfield, Polly Bryant, Smokehouse Fork, Sycamore Bottom, Tom Maggard, Trace Fork, Vilas Adams, West Fork, West Virginia, Will Adkins, Williamson, writing
Al rounded up a gang of men to accompany him on his ride to fetch the prisoners in Williamson. Albert and Charlie Dingess were ringleaders of the posse, which included “Short Harve” Dingess, Hugh Dingess, John Dingess, Burl Farley, French Bryant, John Brumfield, and Charley Brumfield. Perhaps the most notorious member of the gang was French Bryant – “a bad man” who “did a lot of dirty work for the Dingesses.” On the way back from Kentucky, he tied Milt and Green by the arms and “drove them like a pair of mules on a plow line.”
“French Bryant run and drove them like a pair of horses ahead of these guys on the horses,” John said. “That’s quite a ways to let them walk. Old French, he married a Dingess. I knew old French Bryant. When he died, he was a long time dying and they said that he hollered for two or three days, ‘Get the ropes off me!’ I guess that come back to him.”
When the gang reached the headwaters of Trace Fork — what John called “Adams territory” — they sent a rider out ahead in the darkness to make sure it was safe to travel through that vicinity.
Waiting on the Brumfield posse was a mob of about 100 men hiding behind trees at Sycamore Bottom, just below the mouth of Trace Fork. This mob was led by Ben and Anthony Adams and was primarily made up of family members or people who worked timber for the Adamses, like Tom Maggard (“Ben’s right hand man”).
As the Brumfield rider approached their location, they began to click their Winchester rifles — making them “crack like firewood.” Hearing this, the rider turned back up Trace Fork, where he met the Brumfields and Dingesses at Boardtree Bottom and warned them about the danger at the mouth of Trace. They detoured safely up Buck Fork, then stopped at Hugh Dingess’ on Smokehouse where they remained for two or three days, not really sure of what to do with their prisoners. They made a “fortress” at Hugh’s by gathering about 100 men around them, fully aware that Ben Adams might make another effort to recapture Milt and Green.
While at Hugh’s, they got drunk on some of the red whiskey and apple brandy made at nearby Henderson’s. They also held a “trial” to see if Milt and Green would admit their guilt. They took one of the men outside and made him listen through the cracks between the logs of the house as his partner confessed on the inside. About then, the guy outside got loose and ran toward Bill’s Branch but was grabbed by “Short Harve” Dingess as he tried to scurry over a fence.
After this confession, the Brumfields and Dingesses considered killing Milt and Green on the spot but “got scared the Adamses was gonna take them” and headed towards Green Shoal.
John didn’t know why they chose George Fry’s home but figured Mr. Fry was a trusted acquaintance. He said they “punished” them “quite a bit there” but also got one to play a fiddle.
“These people that killed them, they made them play their last tune,” John said. “One of them would play and one guy, I think, he never would play for them. I forgot which one, but they never could get one guy to do much. The other one’d do whatever they’d tell him to do. That’s just before they started shooting them. The tune that they played was ‘Hell Up Coal Hollow’. I don’t know what that tune is.”
After that, the mob “shot their brains out” and left them in the yard where the “chickens ate their brains.”
A neighbor took their bodies through Low Gap and buried them on West Fork.
John said there was a trial over Haley and McCoy’s murders, something we’d never heard before. Supposedly, about one hundred of the Brumfields and their friends rode horses to Hamlin and strutted into the courtroom where they sat down with guns on their laps. The judge threw the case out immediately because he knew they were fully prepared to “shoot up the place.”
This “quick trial,” of course, didn’t resolve the feud. Back on Harts Creek, Ben Adams often had to hide in the woods from the Dingesses. One time, Hugh and Charlie Dingess put kerosene-dowsed cornstalks on his porch and set them on fire, hoping to drive him out of his house where they could shoot him. When they realized he wasn’t home, they extinguished the fire because they didn’t want to harm his wife and children. Mrs. Adams didn’t live long after the feud. Ben eventually moved to Trace Fork where he lived the rest of his life. Charlie never spoke to him again.
John also said there seemed to have been a “curse” on the men who participated in the killing of Haley and McCoy. He said Albert Dingess’ “tongue dropped out,” Al Brumfield “was blind for years before he died,” and Charlie Dingess “died of lung cancer.” We had heard similar tales from Johnny Farley and Billy Adkins, who said mob members Burl Farley and Fed Adkins both had their faces eaten away by cancer. Vilas Adams told us about one of the vigilantes drowning (Will Adkins), while we also knew about the murders of Paris Brumfield, John Brumfield, Charley Brumfield, and Bill Brumfield.
Just before hanging up with John, Brandon asked if he remembered Ed Haley. John said he used to see him during his younger days on Harts Creek.
“When he was a baby, old Milt wanted to make him tough and he’d take him every morning to a cold spring and bath him,” he said. “I guess he got a cold and couldn’t open his eyes. Something grew over his eyes so Milt took a razor and cut it off. Milt said that he could take that off so he got to fooling with it with a razor and put him blind.”
John said Ed made peace with a lot of the men who’d participated in his father’s killing and was particularly good friends with Cecil Brumfield, a grandson of Paris.
05 Saturday Jul 2014
Posted in Harts, John Hartford, Music, Women's History
Tags
Harts, John Hartford, life, Lincoln County, music, photos, Phyllis Kirk, raccoon, West Virginia
03 Thursday Jul 2014
Posted in Big Ugly Creek, Gill, Leet, Rector, Timber
Tags
Albert Gill, B Johnson & Son, Barboursville News, Big Ugly Creek, coal, genealogy, Gill, Guyan Big Ugly & Coal River RR, history, Huntington Gas & Development Company, Leet, life, Lincoln County, Lincoln Republican, merchant, Philip Hager, Rector, timber, timbering, West Virginia
During the summer of 1916, two articles printed in the Lincoln Republican offered news regarding Big Ugly Creek in Lincoln County, West Virginia.
ARE MOVING RAILROAD FROM US (Thursday, July 20, 1916)
The Guyan, Big Ugly and Coal River railway running from Gill to a point eight miles above Rector, on Big Ugly creek will soon be a thing of the past, says the Barboursville News. The B. Johnson & Son people who have been operating extensively in that section in the tie and timber business did the last cutting of timber last Thursday and began to tear up the track on the upper end of the line. The iron of that part of the road beyond Leet will be taken up at once and the four miles between the latter place and Gill will be removed as soon as the lumber at Leet is hauled out.
Most of the residents of Leet have moved away in the past week to other timber openings. Albert Gill, a local merchant has bought many of the houses from the company and will tear them down and use the lumber for fencing.
There were between three and four hundred people living at Leet, and most of them will go elsewhere.
COAL GOOD ON BIG UGLY (August 31, 1916)
Civil Engineer Philip Hager was here over Sunday from Big Ugly, where he and his crew have been busy for two or three weeks making coal openings for the Huntington Gas & Development Co. A lot of good coal has been located and the prospects for big coal development on Big Ugly at an early date now looking good.
03 Thursday Jul 2014
Tags
Ashland, Brandon Kirk, Clyde Haley, Ed Haley, Ella Haley, genealogy, history, John Hartford, Kentucky, Keyser Creek, life, music, Noah Haley, Pat Haley, Ralph Haley, writing
About an hour later, Brandon showed up at Pat’s, followed by various members of the Haley clan: Noah, Clyde, and a bunch of children and grandchildren. The house was soon full of people — talking and eating. It was a bittersweet moment due to Lawrence’s absence, although his spirit was everywhere. I watched the Haleys — Ed’s children and grandchildren — business executives, gamblers, bar owners — mix with one another. Conversation was friendly between them, although there seemed to be an estrangement — especially among the younger ones. Basically, they were raised up separate from each other (the “Kentucky Haleys” vs. the “Ohio Haleys”); to be honest, it was as if they really didn’t know each other that well.
I realized that the binding force in Ed’s family — the glue that held all of them together — was the music…or at least the memory of it. Children who had never met before were sitting in the floor together or running through the house and yard — some hearing about Ed for the first time. I kept thinking about how one of them might some day pick up a fiddle and naturally crank out some of those “Haley licks.”
Brandon and I sat in the living room with Noah, Clyde, and Mona. Clyde immediately started talking about Ed.
“I used to hate him — hate that man — the way he treated Mom,” he said.
“Evidently, Mom cared for him or she wouldn’t a let it go on,” Noah said.
“I learnt as I got older and got a little tolerance in my mind I learned to forgive my hate for my dad to something else,” Clyde said. “I give it to God or whatever you want to call it.”
“I think the reason you didn’t like him Clyde was because when we stole them ducks there at Keyser Creek, he took each one in a room by ourself and he took a strap and he held us by the arm and he beat the hell out of us,” Noah said, laughing.
“That was Mr. Runyon’s ducks,” Clyde said. “Yeah, he beat us with the buckle part of that belt.”
“Yeah, and I think that’s why you didn’t like him,” Noah said. “I remember that beating we got.”
Clyde said, “Oh, we got a good one, didn’t we?”
I asked where Ed lived when that happened and Clyde said, “That was a four-room house. Ralph, our oldest brother, he had made a trapdoor in that floor and he used to bootleg moonshine through that trapdoor.”
“Clyde, you remember the cow he stole and kept it under the porch?” Noah asked.
Clyde said, “Yeah, Ralph did that. That wasn’t a cow. That was a calf. Our house stood up on stilts and Ralph or somebody had fenced that all in to keep that calf in. Got that while he was in the CCCs.”
Noah said, “And he built a trapdoor so he could go down through the floor…”
“In the bedroom,” Mona added.
Clyde laughed and said, “Ralph got that calf in the house and he was trying to put that calf up in Mom’s lap and it done something all over Mom.”
30 Monday Jun 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Lincoln County Feud, Stiltner, Women's History
26 Thursday Jun 2014
Posted in Dingess
Tags
Appalachia, culture, genealogy, history, Jim Kirk, life, moonshine, moonshining, photos, U.S. South
25 Wednesday Jun 2014
Posted in Big Harts Creek, Culture of Honor, Ed Haley, Lincoln County Feud, Spottswood
13 Friday Jun 2014
Posted in John Hartford, Music
Tags
bluegrass, culture, history, John Hartford, life, Museum of Appalachia, music, Norris, photos, Tennessee, U.S. South
Writings from my travels and experiences. High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water; but everybody likes water. Mark Twain
This site is dedicated to the collection, preservation, and promotion of history and culture in Appalachia.
Genealogy and History in North Carolina and Beyond
A site about one of the most beautiful, interesting, tallented, outrageous and colorful personalities of the 20th Century