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Stories, quotes and anecdotes from Appalachia, with an emphasis on the Depression era.
We moved out of the river and up the riverbank, and with the last yank of the reins and effort from Star, we were prancing along lickety split up the dirt pathway and around the mountain side.
It seemed like it would never end. Around and around we would go. I was sitting high up on the seat and on the outside – with a splendid view of the mountains! If only my nerves would have allowed me to focus on that view. But, no! I could see far down the mountainside, which sent goose bumps running up and down my spine. The dirt pathway was very narrow, and at times Star would come awful close to the edge.
Star’s snorting didn’t help relieve my nerves either, as she would sling her head back and forth, sending hot mucus everywhere. I leaned in toward Grandpa, toward the safe part of the mountain.
I yelled at Grandpa “Please, Grandpa, can I get out?” knowing that I was about to die.Read More »