Memories, recipes, and Tales of an Appalachian Boy.
Here it is. My first blog. My very own domain! The Appalachian Tale will be filled with stories of my life, my imagination, recipes, helpful tips, useful and useless information and I guess anything I feel like writing.
This evening I took my very first writing class as well. I’ve written little things, here and there, over the years. I’ve written for work, for pleasure and for things I’ve felt very strongly about. Now I need to work on writing more. This blog and the class will move me in the right direction.
Let me know what you think of the title, and as time goes on, what you think of the blog itself. I can write just for me, but that’s not really what its about.
Memories, recipes, and Tales of an Appalachian Boy.
Good Story. I grew up in Gatlinburg on Dudley Creek road. I used to have to take a half day off of school to help with the weekly wash. We did have a washing machine but no running water. I had to carry buckets of water up from the creek. Pretty cold in the winter.
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Two of my neighbors had the old wringer type washing machines and so did both of my grandmothers. I remember them well. I loved the smell of sheets that were hung on the line. And, I love the smell of another idea for a Tale! Thanks Danny!
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