Opossum’s wandered in front of car lights at night, (never knew there was an ’0′ in that name till years later) and raccoons. We called em’ coons, and they thrived… read more →
I had No Idea how much Jerry West and I have, uncanny similarities. We were both brought up in the Appalachian coal-mining mountains of W.Va.Hardship came upon both of us.… read more →
Do you know the names of your Guardian Angels? Do you believe that angels exist? I swear, when I was a little boy. there were invisible entities on that little… read more →
Oh, Divine Creation… (Creator) Intelligence beyond our wildest dreams! The glassy two-dimensional world, that in childhood, ‘God’ (IDI) protected me in, I honor and weep tears of flowing joy, for!… read more →
Sixty-seven and one-half years ago, I landed from my mother’s womb in a lumber-jack shack in the West Virginia mountains, in a place called Wickwire Creek. With no running water,… read more →
At the age of 5 or 6, my childhood friend, who lived out the dirt road, (who was also 5 or 6) terrified me by repeating two stories, each of… read more →
It is with deep sadness that, today, I received the sad news of the passing of my cousin. I would have liked to have seen my 1st cousin, Robert, one… read more →
No matter what was happening around that sacred little Lumber-Jack Shack in West Virginia, in the 1940’s, and 50’s. I always sensed a presence of a higher power, directing, protecting, and… read more →
Opossum’s wandered in front of car lights at night, (never knew there was an ‘0’ in that name till years later) and raccoons, we called em’ coons, thrived and romped… read more →
I used to peceive the nature of the average West Virginian, in the mid 20th century, as that of loyalty, “pride of survival, despite poverty, perseverance, massive stick-to-it-tive-ness, a moral compass… read more →
Excerpt from: Wickwire, The Long Journey Out: (written during the early 90’s) Mom and pap occasionally took us to a little brown wooden church up at the top of a hill… read more →
I am grateful that we (my family) were all Divine Spirit Beings, hurled and huddled together in a little lumber-jack shack, in Wickwire Creek, W.Va. …. Filled with the awesome… read more →
Fish gigging was a special and strangely exciting event in the 1950’s. It was partly exciting because of the fact that it was illegal, and our parents let us… read more →
My Mom and Pap were the most courageous, persevering, brave, ‘never giving up,’ parents, that a child could ever dream for. In the face of tragedy, poverty, blindness, illness, fires,… read more →
As a little boy, starting at around age eight, I had a dream of flying out, over the tree-tops of the Appalachian mountains of West Virginia. I imagined fame, possessions, and… read more →
Mammaw Turner, one of my awesome grandmother’s showed me sincere love, as a small child. My dad’s parents lived by Three Fork Creek, near Irontown Hollow, in the beautiful heart… read more →
I was 7 or 8 years old, when I saw a truly courageous act that impacted my life. My totally blind Dad was so proud of his flock of chickens… read more →
